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Let Them Look | Kim Hongjoong

-> Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Photographer!Reader -> Requested by: @staytiny2000 -> Prompt:  Prompt 19: “People are looking at us.” “Let them look.”  -> Warnings: a little anxiousness and self-doubt. Hongjoong being readers no.1 fan and supporter. Kisses. -> Word Count: 543 -> Request: Closed.

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Feeling Hongjoong’s presence nearby calms the nerves in Y/N's stomach as she anxiously adjusts the settings on her camera. She takes a deep breath, focusing on the rhythmic click of her camera as she fine-tunes the aperture and shutter speed, trying to find the perfect balance for the lighting outside. Her assistants are all around her ensuring that everything else is running smoothly, arranging props, and coordinating with the stylists and ATEEZ’s managers and staff.  

The lively chatter and laughter create an energetic atmosphere, yet Y/N remains in her own focused bubble, navigating her anxious thoughts. This is her first time photographing idols. It’s an opportunity she never expected to have but is eternally grateful for. 

She glances over at Hongjoong, who is talking with one of his managers. She lifts her camera and takes a quick snapshot of her boyfriend. 

As if he can sense her attention on him, he excuses himself from the conversation he's having and makes his way over to her. 

“Hey,” he says, his voice warm, his eyes showing concern knowing how nervous she’s been leading up to today, “how’s it going?” 

She flashes him a smile, trying to mask her anxiety, but she knows he can see right through her. He knows her better than anyone else. “It’s going well, just trying to get everything set up before they stylists finish doing what they need to do.”  

Hongjoong leans in slightly, his presence grounding her amidst the whirlwind of activity around them. “You’ve got this,” he encourages, his confidence in her and her abilities shining through. 

“Thanks, baby,” she says, her voice softening. “I just want to do a good job.” 

He steps even closer, resting his hands on her waist, “They love your work. They wouldn’t have picked you if they didn’t believe you could do an amazing job,” he assures her. “You’re an incredible photographer, my love.” 

“You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” she says, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. 

“Maybe,” he chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “but I’m also saying it because it’s true.” 

His reassurance washes over her like a warm wave, calming her racing heart. She takes a deep breath, letting his words sink in. “You always know what to say to make me feel better,” she admits, her smile growing more genuine.  

“Of course,” he replies, his voice sincere as he closes the gap between them. “I’m your biggest fan. I’ll always be here to cheer you on, no matter what,” he continues and plants a kiss to her cheek before moving to her lips. 

She tries to hide her smile as lips leaves hers, feeling everyone’s eyes on them. Glancing around, she notices some quickly looking away from the couple as if they got caught staring. “People are looking at us.”  

“Let them look,” he replies casually, his confidence unwavering as he gives her another kiss on the lips. This kiss ends when they hear his name being called by one of the stylists. “You’ve got this, okay?” he reminds her. “I love you.” 

She nods, now feeling encouraged, her anxiousness almost non-existent. “I love you, too,” she says pecking his lips one last time before he walks away leaving her to finish getting everything ready. 

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[kisshwa]

Could you PLEASE make texts of Ateez? They send you a daily picture and you're always crazy and unhinged and he's like "and that's exactly why I love you."?

ATEEZ as BFs

and their, as always, unhinged partner

pairing: bf!ateez x reader

warnings: strong language, sexual comments, one kms joke

notes: kind of switched up some of their responses a tad bit but i hope it still works!

[covenha]

Synopsis: Seonghwa watches Hongjoong crash and burn and decides to revisit a good ole tactic to help his buddy out. This is a two-part spin off of the simp!verse. Pairings: nerd!hongjoong x fem!reader Genre: crack, technically angst?? but it gets better in the next part I swear, fluff honestly god bless hongjoong's heart Warnings: none that I can think of tbh but if i missed anything please lmk! WC: 808 a/n: I am finally back and this is my proof of life. had a bajillion exams and things to study for so I took an unintended hiatus but I finally have time since it's christmas break and I am so excited to be extending the ateez simpverse! as always, none of the characters' behaviors in this fic represent their personalities in real life. and reblogs and feedbacks are always deeply appreciated and keep me motivated to write these things so they are highly encouraged :))

Nerd!joong takes a long look at himself in the mirror, he’s sporting a brand new letterman jacket over his simple blue jeans and white t-shirt. He looked put together. So why was he so nervous today? 

Well, it’s a bit of a long story. You see, today was not just any ordinary weekday for Hongjoong. Today, he will finally muster up the courage to talk to a girl he’s had the fattest crush on since he first laid his eyes on you in his introductory Philosophy class. 

With a jittery kick in his step. He gets ready for his commute to school, calling out to any deity out there for some good luck. 

“God, what’s got you so worked up today? If you shake any harder, you’ll be putting Mrs. Hong’s rose toy to shame.” Seonghwa points out his nervous body language. Hongjoong is staring at the entrance to the amphitheater with laser focus. He’s fidgeting with his fingers and his legs are bouncing up and down. 

“I’m just waiting for her to get here…” Hongjoong trails off, not daring to look away from the door for more than a few seconds. 

“So, you’re really going to go for it? I mean, from what I hear she can be a little cutthroat, Joong.” Seonghwa warns him, but his words shoot through his ear and out the opposite. 

There were rumors going around that you were not exactly all sunshine and rainbows. You seemingly had a neutral face plastered on your face, only showing a smile every now and then with your small circle of friends. Seonghwa would describe you as “such a scorpio” with your sharp gaze, almost resembling a black cat in a way. Jongho and Wooyoung had heard that you were quite blunt and straight to the point. And although there is nothing necessarily wrong with that, they feared it may be too much for Hongjoong’s heart. But alas, he was smitten with you. 

From the way you look so cute when you’re concentrating while taking notes, or how you tugged at your sleeves when the weather grew colder. So when you finally walk through those doors, his heart picks up its pace and his eyes widen. 

You looked beautiful today. Of course, you always looked beautiful to him. You settle down in your usual spot on the left side of the seats and he slowly makes his way towards you. He takes a deep breath as he nears your seat and then stops right where you are seated. 

“Can I help you?”, you ask him. 

He realizes he had been standing beside your seat for an uncomfortable while, merely just staring at you. Oh God, you probably thought he was a creep! Quick, do something. Compliment her! Girls like compliments right? 

“I like your scarf!” Hongjoong manages to blurt out, in spite of the massive brain fart going on inside of his head. Unfortunately, he says it a little bit too loud, causing people in the area to shift their focus to the both of you, making you want to shrink into your seat. In the distance, Seonghwa can be seen face-palming as he watches his friend crash and burn in real time. 

“.... thanks?” you mutter. 

“Uhm, I was wondering what your ideal type of guy is?” Hongjoong finally musters up the courage to say something with actual substance. This was the moment he had been waiting for. All those weeks of yearning, the longing glances at you in class, the sudden get-up with his outfit today. It all led to this moment where he finally has the courage to- 

“I like guys who don’t talk to me.” Your words put an abrupt stop to his train of thought. 

“Oh.” 

“Joong, it’s gonna be fine. There’s plenty of other people in the world! Maybe she just isn’t the one for you.” Seonghwa tries to reason out with a tipsy Hongjoong in their shared dorm room. 

“But she was gonna be my wiiiiiiiife!” he whines at his friend. 

“We were gonna raise some kitties with a cute little catio in the back of the house and, and, and I was going to cook her breakfast in the mornings and we were going to live happily ever after with our scorpio babies!” he rambles on, distraught at his planned future with you not going exactly to plan. 

“Hongjoong you guys are not married.” Seonghwa corrects his drunk friend. 

“We are in the sims!” He pouts. 

Seonghwa sighs. Hongjoong was deep into his feelings for you and confirmed Seonghwa’s deepest fears. Hongjoong was a simp. (On this blog we love simp!joong!!)

And as he stared at his forlorn simp of a best friend, he knew what he had to do. He had to consult the Reddit gods. He was going to use the power of manifestation. 

[lemon-woos]

2000s Emo BF!Hongjoong

there is a severe lack of content for alternative atinys on here so i will be the one to supply it hehe

✩ I just know he’d love Twilight. He’d get so into the Team Edward vs. Team Jacob (he’s Team Edward btw. You know…Edward Kim). He’d try to convince you to go as Bella for Halloween because, “Baby, look! We’re soulmates, and so are they! It totally works out.”

 ✩ Goes to all of the local basement shows with hardcore music. Eventually, he makes a name for himself by designing posters for the bands. 

✩ Saw guyliner on Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy one (1) time and is literally obsessed. Wears eyeliner 25/8 and only takes it off when the old liner gives him an eye infection. He knows he looks good, and he knows you love it, too. 

✩ He’d get pretty popular on Myspace because of all his fashion ideas. He looks like he just popped out of the music video for “Helena” by My Chemical Romance. 

✩ Speaking of, he loves My Chem, especially when they drop the Danger Days LP. He loves their artistic inclination and their ability to make any genre work in their favor. He just about had a heart attack when they broke up. 

✩ His favorite bands are MCR, Linkin Park, Evanescence, Static-X, Muse, Nine Inch Nails, and Gorillaz. You were able to score tickets to see Evanescence in concert and he totally did not cry during “My Immortal.” 

✩ His mom won’t let him get a tattoo, so he asks you to do a stick-and-poke one night in your bathroom. You have no idea what you’re doing, but it doesn’t actually look too bad. He asked for some Fall Out Boy lyrics on his back so that no one else can see it but you. 

✩ LOVES LOVES LOVES Hot Topic, but it’s so expensive sometimes that he just starts making everything himself. He makes you matching beanies, and you make him some pins to put on them.

✩ You take turns dying each other’s hair as date nights. You never tell the other what color you’ve picked until the dye is on their head. It’s messy and your bathroom is stained with rainbow colors, but it’s worth it.

✩ Also loves Supernatural. He’s hopelessly in love with you, but he’d marry Dean Winchester given the chance.

✩ Guys I love emo!joong sm. 😭

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

his arms, your comfort

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pairing: bf! ateez x gn! reader

↬ tags: established relationship!, trying something else this post ^^, feel-good vibes always, very self-indulgent because i want hugs too <3

summary: short blurbs of hugging scenarios with them

word count: 397 words

ᯓ★ kim hongjoong

he feels your presence in the room and raised his gaze to meet yours. as soon as you approach him with tired eyes and opened arms, he mirrors your actions and you speed up towards him. he easily brings you unto his embrace and holds you tight, just the way you like it.

ᯓ★ park seonghwa

he comes home and without hesitating, he seeks you first. he drops his bag and kicks off his shoes by the door. he finds you half-asleep on the sofa waiting for him, and immediately lifts the comforter off you, earning him a soft whine. he slots himself in your arms and contentedly sighs, drifting off to sleep.

ᯓ★jung yunho

when his hands land on your arms, he is quick to pull you in and slow to let you go. arms going around your shoulders and your waist, his bigger frame soothes your frazzled mind, acting like a weighted blanket. he loves when you completely relax under his touch and ministrations, fighting back the urge to coo at you.

ᯓ★ kang yeosang

not the biggest fan of physical affection, but is somehow the one who enjoys it the most between the two of you. he won't ever admit it: he feels loved and appreciated when you hug him and comb your hands through his hair. definitely the type to play it cool when in actuality he's so down for cuddles.

ᯓ★ song mingi

with him, hugs are the first and the last highlights of the day. he starts the day charging up by sleepily hugging you, his heavy arms draped around your middle which prevented you from getting up. by the end of the day, he finds solace in you, laying his tired self atop you and falling asleep to the sound of your gentle breathing.

ᯓ★ jung wooyoung

this man is naturally clingy, he would not let you go. acts mock-hurt if you decide to leave his (very warm and comfortable) embrace. despite his silly antics, he can be quite the serious (and devoted) hugger. he holds you like you're his everything, as if you would disappear (you won't but wooyoung likes to be dramatic).

ᯓ★ choi san

somehow he knows when you need the hug before you do. he is attuned to your emotions, so the moment your voice comes through the phone call, he interrupts you: telling you to come home ASAP so he can give you that hug. his hold is not tight, yet it encompasses you so that you can feel that he is hear with you, grounding you.

ᯓ★ choi jongho

dare you say, hugging jongho feels like you're hugging a teddy bear. he finds it funny that you delight so much in just holding him. reciprocates your big bear hugs all the time, making sure to hold you tight to the extend you're laughing and smacking him to let you go. his hugs definitely recharge you when you need it the most

@ppumeonae-bigvibe 's work , likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

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ATEEZ Masterlist Vol.1 <3

last updated; 11/23/24

status: complete

bold- smut, italics- suggestive, normal- fluff

Kim Hongjoong

Lust in Liquid

Hongjoong blurb

Hongjoong blurb

Father's day

Hongjoong blurb

Hongjoong blurb

Boardroom Affairs

Sweet Adoration

Hongjoong blurb

Soundtrack of Us

Stitching Desire

Hongjoong blurb

Curiosity to Ecstasy

Hongjoong blurb

Saddle Up

Hongjoong blurb

Hongjoong blurb

Hongjoong blurb

Tempted

Hongjoong blurb

Head Full of Stars

Snow Kiss

Bared Teeth

A Little Older

Scorched Tangerines

Hongjoong blurb

Candied Thorns

Sweetness

Hongjoong blurb

Fountain

Guns and Tiaras

Bitter Toppings | Sweet Dressings

Pillow Covers

Blue Ribbons

Shameless Kisses

Hongjoong blurb

Heartbeats and Humiliation

Cherry Red

Claiming Ground

Hongjoong blurb

Hongjoong blurb

Hongjoong blurb

Hongjoong blurb

Hongjoong blurb

Hongjoong blurb

Park Seonghwa

Tipsy Hearts

Seonghwa blurb | Sweet Shadows

Blue Screen

Jeong Yunho

Sweet As Sin

Yunho blurb

Shattered Reflections

Beneath The Bite

Yunho blurb

Hand in Hand

Yunho blurb

Lathered in Lust

Yunho blurb

Video Game Lover

Cry Baby

Dilf!Yunho blurb

Kang Yeosang

i failed as an atiny in writing fics for yeosang... 😔

Choi San

Midnight Musings

Vibrations of Control

San blurb

San blurb

Mirrored Passion

Helplessly Yours

More Than Money

San blurb

San blurb

Song Mingi

Rings of Temptation

Dilf!Mingi blurb

Jung Wooyoung

Wooyoung blurb

Wooyoung nsfw links

Pull of Passion

Choi Jongho

Jongho blurb

Jongho blurb

My Comfort Is You

Multiple Members

Triple Bliss - HoHong x reader

Vamp bfs Matz

atz as chris grey songs

WooJjong x reader

Studio Rehearsal - Topaz x reader

Risky Business - HongSan x reader (separate)

Ocean Blue - Matz x reader blurb

Noona - Yunho x reader x Mingi blurb

Pretty Boys - Hongjoong x reader x San

Rockstar!Matz - (click the tags to find more!)

Matz blurb || Prada and Versace (full fic)

Hongjoong blurb

Hongjoong blurb

Hongjoong blurb

Tainted Red - Rockstar!Hongjoong x reader

Rockstar!Hongjoong moodboard

Rockstar bfs!matz

Rockstar!Hongjoong blurb

Sweet Nectar - Rockstar!Hongjoong x reader

One For All - Rockstar!Hongjoong x reader

[beatteez]

ateez masterlist

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newst post: jealous- s.mg

coming up: movie night - j.yh

tags- f-fluff s-smut sg- suggestive

ATEEZ - 에이티즈

moments after tour ot8 f

park seonghwa - 성화

sick f

seonghwa taking care of his sick gf

first s

seonghwa giving you you're first experience of head

again s

giving ex seonghwa another chance

kim hongjoong - 홍중

22:48 s

giving head to hongjoong while he works

tired s

cockwarming with hongjoong

jeong yunho - 윤호

princess s / f

yunho has been teasing you all day and finally giving you what you want

good girl s

small blurb of you being so good for your bf

forget about him s

yunho helping you forget about your mean boyfriend

kang yeosang - 여상

15:05 s

yeosang giving you head

choi san - 산

22:34 s

bf san pleasing his girl

pool side s

giving san head at the pool

[18:23] f

san making you feel better after a long day at work

answer s

san making you feel so good while you talk to your boyfriend on the phone

song mingi - 민기

miss you s

mingi has been too busy all week to see you but he finally gets a break

[19:10] f

himbo sweet bf mingi

[21:06] s

mingi fucking his bestfriend

jealous s

showing you just how perfect you are for him

jung wooyoung - 우영

ride s

riding wooyoungs face

lips sg

making out with wooyoung

choi jongho - 종호

new s

trying some new with jongho

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Interruption | Part 03

-> Pairing: mafia husband!Kim Hongjoong x mafia wife!Reader

-> Sypnosis: Things are revealed and someone underestimated that power that Y/N and Hongjoong has.

-> Warnings: mafia au. Mentions of estranged father/daughter relationship, a very minor character gets murdered, murder threats. Someone gets called a whore.

-> Word Count: 1439

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When they pull up to Mun's restaurant, Y/N reaches for the car door handle to get out, but Hongjoong gently holds her back.  

“Something feels off. I have a bad feeling about this,” he expresses, worry etched on his face. “It seems like a setup.”  

She nods, sharing his unease. The dimly lit exterior of the restaurant feels eerily quiet.  "Unfortunately, we're more involved in this than I would like us to be. We need to get to the bottom of what's going on." 

“No matter what happens in there, I’m with you,” he assures her, his worry still evident as he leans in for a tender kiss. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” she says as they part ways.  

Stepping out of the car, they head into the small restaurant and finds the gang members who have allegedly been harassing Mr. Mun scattered throughout the dining area. The one she assumes is the leader has his gun aimed at a terrified woman. Ha-Na, now known to be Mun's step-daughter, sits in a chair, shaking with fear and tears brimming in her eyes as she struggles to hold back her sobs. 

As they enter the restaurant with their men behind them, the sound of Y/N's heels clicking on the concrete floor reverberates through the room, drawing all the mens attention to her. Before the leader can turn his gun towards her, Jongho sneaks up behind him, taking him down while Y/N swiftly disarms him, aiming the gun at one of his associates who steps forward, pulling the trigger and killing him instantly. Just as another man approaches, Hongjoong positions himself between Y/N and the threat, his own weapon aimed at the idiot. In an instant, everyone’s guns are directed at someone. 

“Yunho, get Ha-Na out of here,” Y/N orders the tall man. Mingi, with his gun still pointed at his target, moves to shield Yunho as he approaches the frightened woman. 

As Yunho nears her, Ha-Na’s fearful look morphs into a smug smile, and she bursts into laughter. “Oh, that was too easy,” she giggles, shifting her gaze to Y/N. Her expression falters when she sees she hasn’t gotten the reaction she was anticipating. “Why aren’t you surprised?” she asks, her smugness fading into a pout, clearly disappointed. “Sister.” 

“What? You didn’t we wouldn’t find out that Mun was a plant and that we wouldn’t dig deeper into the information you wanted us to find and the stuff you planted?” She questions, her voice sounding almost offended. “You severely underestimated me and my men,” Y/N taunts, turning the gun she’s holding onto Ha-Na. “We’ll never be sisters, even if we share the same father’s DNA.” 

“Boys, lower your weapons. These are our guests.” Ha-Na maintains her composure, but a flicker of anger crosses her eyes. “All I want is to chat.” 

"To chat? You went to all this trouble just to chat?" Y/N retorted, her voice dripping with annoyance as her grip on the gun tightened, her finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. No one knew what was going to happen next.  

The dim lights of the restaurant flickered as Ha-Na stands from her chair and steps forward, her demeanor calm but her eyes betraying her true feelings. "You misunderstand me, Y/N. How else was I supposed to get your attention." She gestures to her men now standing behind her, their weapons lowered but their stances tense. "Now, we can do this the hard way, or we can talk like civilized people."  

Y/N chuckles, "So now you're threatening me?" 

Ha-Na’s lips curled into a smile, “I’m simply trying to make you understand the gravity of the situation.” 

“A situation you’ve brought on yourself,” Y/N replies, feigning contemplation. "All just so you could talk to me. You could have saved my time and your lives and made an appointment with my secretary." 

“You know as well as I do that this isn’t just a simple conversation,” Ha-Na says. 

"Instead of yapping on about how serious this is, you better start talking, or I might just start shooting again." The threat hung in the air, a clear indication of how fed up she was with the situation Ha-Na brought her into.

It was the reaction Ha-Na had been hoping for. "We're sisters by blood," she starts, admitting to why she went to all this trouble. 

"Now which one of you is she fucking?” Y/N says pretending to ignore her. Her eyes scan the men behind Ha-Na and the man Jongho has kneeling on the ground, who gives himself away as he looks at Ha-Na with fear in his eyes. She moves the gun towards the man she had assumed was the leader and waves her fingers at him with a smile. “Should have known.” 

Ha-Na's voice grows louder as she trying to her sister’s attention back on her and away from her own husband. "Why would I pass up the chance to build an alliance? After all, our father and I are the only blood family you have left." 

"An alliance? You really don’t know me at all,” Y/N says turning her attention back to Ha-Na. She shakes her head in astonishment. It’s taking everything in her not to pull the trigger and end it all now. But she has another plan. “If you did, you would know that blood means nothing to me.” She scoffs, "Did you really think you can make a grand entrance into my life, waving the banner of sisterhood, and expect me to forget everything?” Her voice turns to one of anger. “The lies, the manipulation, the way our father turned is back on me when I needed him the most for your whore of a mother?" 

Ha-Na's face contorted into a look of rage. "My mother isn't a whore," she growls at her.  

Y/N's own anger turns into a smirk realizing she's struck a nerve as she hoped she would. She turns around to face her men, her back facing Ha-Na feeling secure enough that she wouldn't be stupid enough to have her goons try something. She looks at Yeosang and San, "Our own guests should be here by now. It's time to bring them in." 

Yeosang and San nod before making their way to the back of the restaurant and leaving through the kitchen.  

Hongjoong takes this moment to step closer to his wife. "Are you okay?" he whispers into her ear as he leans closer, his eyes never leaving Ha-Na or her men. 

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She can feel the weight of the gun in her hand, her finger itching to pull the trigger.  

"I’ll be better once this is all over," she whispers back to him, her voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside her. She closes the gap between them, giving him a sweet peck on his lips. "Just keep your eyes on her. She’s unraveling and might lose it when she sees who we’ve brought with us.”  

As if on que, Ha-Na's furious voice slices through the tense silence that had enveloped the room as everyone held their breath in anticipation of who was about to come in. "You think you can just ignore the bond we share because daddy didn’t love you enough to stick around?" she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "You’re wrong, Y/N. You’re so wrong about everything." 

Y/N doesn’t say anything as her hand once again tightens around the gun she’s holding. As Ha-Na continues to ramble on, the itch only grows stronger. 

“You need me, Y/N!” Ha-Na continues, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.  

Hongjoong’s presence beside her is keeping her grounded, but Y/N can feel the tension in the air thickening around her that it’s almost suffocating. She can sense the storm brewing inside Ha-Na, the way her voice is mixed with anger and desperation.  

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Hongjoong murmurs, the concern for his wife in his eyes is unmistakable. He shifts slightly, positioning himself so that he can shield her from Ha-Na.  

She’s about to reply to Hongjoong when a shot rings out. She turns back to Ha-Na, who now has her own smoking gun pointed towards the ceiling where there is now a bullet sized hole.  

Y/N goes to speak, but catches sight of San and Yeosang entering the room again with two people following behind them. A sinister smile makes its way onto Y/N’s lips as she looks at her half sister, “Oh look, now we can have a proper family reunion.” 

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[kisshwa]

could you do texts of the reader thirsting after bf!ateez? i think you would make it super funny too!!

ATEEZ as BFS

and their thirsty s/o

pairing: bf!ateez x reader

warnings: strong language, sewerslide joke, sexual comments, reader is not (necessarily) healthy minded

notes: i think reader’s responses are valid but maybe that’s just me :p

[covenha]

Synopsis: Seonghwa watches Hongjoong crash and burn and decides to revisit a good ole tactic to help his buddy out. This is a two-part spin off of the simp!verse. Pairings: nerd!hongjoong x fem!reader; guest appearances from Soobin and Yeonjun from TXT Genre: crack, my piss attempt at humor, hongjoong my poor guy is such a simp god bless his heart Warnings: swear words, witchcraft technically WC: 2.4k (I got carried away, oops) a/n: This monster of a chapter was birthed by my sleep-deprive brain from travelling for the holidays. I'm glad I put it out before christmas though because I wanna write something christmas themed before christmas day. This fic is purely fiction and does not portray what the characters are like irl. Feedbacks, reblogs, and comments are also deeply appreciated and highly encouraged! and as always please enjoy :)) Read part 1 here ; Read simp!hwa here

Seonghwa didn’t like getting involved in other people’s lives (he’s lying to himself, really. The aries in him loves making people his puppets). But seeing his best friend and dorm mate, Hongjoong, pouting on his bed whining about his sim’s wife not reciprocating his feelings, he just knew he had to intervene. If he hears Backburner by Niki playing one more time on Hongjoong’s speaker, he’s going to go clinically insane himself. 

“Okay, Hongjoong you gotta stop this! C’mon get up!” Hongjoong is currently face down on his mattress, mumbling along to the song for the nth time this week. 

The Goo Goo Dolls are dead to me the way you should be too

“Joong, I swear-”

But you bring them up along with how much I fucking miss you!

Hongjoong continues to mumble along the words to the song, almost like he’s drunk. And after this, Seonghwa swears he needs a drink too.

“Look, maybe you’re a bit of a fixer upper. I was too! But now look at me, I’m in a loving relationship and I couldn’t be happier.” he still doesn’t seem convinced at whatever peptalk Seonghwa is trying to feed him. But he does stop his singing so it’s a win in Seonghwa’s eyes. 

“I’m gonna let you in on a little trade secret of mine. As much as I look like the total rizzler that I am. I didn’t exactly get the girl on my looks and charm alone.” Hongjoong furrows his brows at this. Ignoring the fact that his friend just used the word “rizzler” unironically, he was desperate at this point. 

“An Etsy witch?!” he looks at Seonghwa, unimpressed at the boba-eyed boy. 

“Look, you just gotta trust me on this one okay?” Hongjoong sighs, I mean he was desperate. His conjured up future of you with his poodle and 2 goldfish was hanging in the balance right now. So he decided to humor Seonghwa. 

“We just gotta use a little bit of manifestation. Alexa play Take a Chance with Me by Niki!” 

With a newfound determination in his step, Hongjoong walks to class that day with one goal in his head. He had to figure out what your name was. 

“I have to find out her name?” Hongjoong furrows his eyebrows at the instructions. 

“Well, yeah. Seulgi needs to know her name for the ritual to be done correctly.” He replies in a matter-of-fact kind of tone. 

“Why can’t I just use that pink stone thingy you used?” 

“Because she has to wear it for 3 days. And, no offense, but I doubt that she would accept anything from you, Romeo.” Seonghwa pats him on the back. “But this will work, trust!” 

“You better be right, Hwa.” 

When he walks into the amphitheater, you are sitting in your usual spot typing away at something on your laptop. You were wearing a green beanie this time, seeing as the weather was getting colder. Hongjoong couldn’t help but swoon a little on the inside at you. You looked like a cute brussel sprout and he just wanted to bite you (but of course in a loving and sweet kind of way.) 

“Hi!” Hongjoong starts. “We talked for a little bit last week… I don’t know if you remember.” He shyly smiles at you. 

Oh, you remembered. He was the same guy who just randomly shouted at you before the class started. He was cute, you’ll admit that. He had a sort of nerdy vibe to him that you usually found cute in a guy. If only it weren’t for the piss poor first impression he pulled. You notice he still had that jittery look in his eyes, the same one he had last week. You didn’t like where this was going. 

“Oh, I remember.” You give him a tight smile. 

“Oh!” he manages to blurt out, albeit very loudly. This startles you and makes you jump a little in your seat. And this also causes a ruckus in the amphitheater causing eyes to look at the interaction between the both of you again. Great, you think. So much for keeping a low profile. 

“My name is Kim Hongjoong. Can I ask you what your name is?” He looks down at you with a hopeful look in his eyes. He really was cute, you think. But you hated all the eyes on you. You wanted this to end as quickly as possible and return to your peace and quiet. But you also didn’t want to embarrass this guy in front of the whole class. So, you do the next best thing. 

“My name is Wendy Lu.” You give him a fake name. 

I mean, what he won’t know won’t kill him right? You get him off your back. He gets to search up some finance major that frequents the cafe that you work at. And in your defense, she was totally cute! She also had a caffeine addiction but you digress. 

“Nice to meet you, Wendy!” Hongjoong rushes off to find his seat at the back of the room with a beaming smile on his face. This Etsy witch Seulgi sure did have her work cut out for her. But I mean, if she could get Seonghwa a girlfriend, she could totally get me one, right? 

“So, her name is Wendy Lu. I came up to her this morning and asked for her name, and she totally smiled at me! I got this one in the bag.” Hongjoong is beaming with glee at Seonghwa. 

They’re walking down a part of town that is a bit of a ways away from their usual path to their dorm but they had to make a detour to go to Seulgi’s physical store to get some supplies. She wrote down some instructions for Hongjoong to follow in his ritual for love spell casting and then they were off on their merry way back to their dorms. Unfortunately, Seonghwa had a 10-page essay he had due that very night to which he was very sorely behind on. 

“Can we go grab some coffee first? Either I’m going to finish this essay or it will finish me.” Seonghwa sighs, a stressed look on his face as he turns to the closest cafe that was on their route. 

That’s when they are greeted with you manning the cash register of the cafe. There’s a line at the cash register because this is usually when the cafe is at its busiest and you don’t even notice them coming in. Hongjoong is trying to contain himself and keep his chill. But he can’t help it if you look so effortlessly beautiful with your hair tied up and in your cute barista apron. The man is basically shooting heart eyes your way but you’re too busy taking orders. 

“My usual, please. To go.” Wendy Lu tries to give you the best smile she can, but it just ends up looking like a twitch on her face. Midterms must be coming up, you concluded. Sucks to be a finance major. One iced americano with 4 espresso shots, coming right up. You finish ringing in her order and give the ticket away for your co-worker to start on her drink. 

“Hello, what can I get for you today?” You bring your head up from the cash register and feel a dread settle into your stomach. It was the guy from earlier. Hongjoong, if you recall correctly. 

“I’ll have a Vanilla latte, and a pistachio bagel please.” Seonghwa replies. 

“Oh, and uhm. I’ll have a Caramel Macchiato with a tuna melt.” Hongjoong adds. 

“Will you have this for dine-in or take-out?” 

“We’ll have it for take-out, please.” 

And as you finish ringing up their orders, you forget one crucial detail that just managed to slip your mind. Wendy Lu. 

“Iced americano for Wendy Lu!” your co-worker, Soobin, shouts. 

Both boys look at you with confused eyes as Wendy Lu grabs her drink from Soobin and rushes off. You try to ignore the tension in the room but Hongjoong blurts out, “I thought you were Wendy Lu?” 

“Well, Wendy is a pretty common name.” You just nervously giggle off and hope he doesn’t press further. 

“Hey, Y/n. Yeonjun needs help rolling out the croissant dough in the kitchen.” Soobin interrupts the awkward conversation. “I’ll finish that up for you, go help him.” 

“Right.” You give them one last glance before walking over to the kitchen. 

And we are back to square one with Hongjoong. Well, not necessarily square one, more like square one and a half. Seonghwa likes to look on the brighter side of things. 

“Hey, at least you know her name! And besides, this ritual thing will still work, so what if she gave you a fake name at first.” Seonghwa tries to console his distraught dorm mate. 

“When you become best man at my wedding, can you leave this part out of your speech please?” Hongjoong just lies on the floor and pouts at him. 

“Oh, the part where you crashed and burned the first time you met your future wife? Sure.” Seonghwa deadpans at his friend. 

“Now, just do the ritual, my guy. I have an essay to write and you have a girl to wife up.” Seonghwa motions for him to get up. 

“Fine.” Hongjoong gets up and goes to get his supplies for the ritual but notices that the instructions for the ritual are gone. He furrows his eyebrows and digs through his things trying to find them but they don’t seem to be anywhere. He asks Seonghwa if he’s seen them anywhere but he claims to not even have held the paper. This confirms a theory he’s had in his head that sends a storm of unease to his stomach. 

He remembers putting his stuff out while waiting for his tuna melt to be heated up. The last time he remembers seeing that pink sheet of paper was at the cafe table. He had to go back to that cafe. He checks the time and it’s around the time that it closes, if he remembers correctly from the door. If he rushes now, he could get to the cafe right before it closes. 

So he rushes out the door yelling out that he was going to the cafe, leaving a very confused Seonghwa to attempt to finish his essay. 

Hongjoong arrives at the cafe on a mission to find that pink-ruled piece of paper that holds the key to his happiness. The cafe is deserted at this point, the door sign says “closed” but he can still see you and your two other co-workers cleaning up the establishment. He gulps.

Here goes nothing. 

He knocks on the door to the shop and points to the locked door. 

You and Soobin shoot each other a look and Soobin walks up to the door.

“So that was lover boy, I assume?” Soobin glances down at you as you wipe down the counters behind the cash register.

“Oh scarf guy?” Yeonjun pipes up. 

“Yeah. Kim Hongjoong.” You tell them. “Guy seems sweet and all but he brings so much attention during class. Made me want to disappear into my seat.” 

“Well, seems like lover boy’s got it bad. He was going to cast a spell on you.” Soobin says trying to imitate a dracula accent. 

“What? No way.” Yeonjun dismisses him. 

“Look. He left it at the table they were at. Even went to that trinket shop down at the corner next to the deli. Poor guy was going to get Wendy Lu to fall head over heels in love with him.” He waves a pink piece of paper around. 

You grab it and look at what’s written down and stare in utter disbelief. Was he really willing to go this far? 

“Man’s a simp if I’ve ever seen one.” Soobin concludes. 

“He just doesn’t know when to give up. I mean, you were pretty straightforward the first time around. Take the L, my guy.” Yeonjun shakes his head. 

“Hmmm, well I thought it was a bit harsh. But he is persistent. I'll give him that.” Soobin shrugs. 

“Ugh, I was too harsh, wasn’t I?” You ask, to no one in particular. But you didn’t mean to be harsh. Being the center of attention was never your favorite thing and it brought out a side of you that had no filter. 

“Are you forgetting the fact that he hired an Etsy witch to make him fall in love with you?” Yeonjun reminds you. 

“Well, I don’t really believe in that kind of stuff. Pink rocks and weird drawings? Be fucking for real.” 

And as luck would have it, a knock on the door stops your discourse. It was Hongjoong. You and Soobin share a look and he goes to tell him that the place is closed but then you stop him. 

“Wait, Soob. I need to talk to him.” You stop Soobin as he reaches for the door knob. 

Hongjoong panics when you see him walk over to the door knob. Oh God, she knows. She’s gonna think I’m some creep! I mean, on paper it does seem creepy that some guy who she’s talked to like thrice has some instructions from some dodgy Etsy witch on how to make her fall in love with him but he swears he means no harm. 

You go over to open the door. 

“Hey, Hongjoong.” You start. You wipe your sweaty hands off using your apron. Confrontation was never your best feat, but it seems like the universe had different plans for the both of you that evening. 

“I think we got off on the wrong foot. I apologize for being kinda harsh to you the first time we talked. You seem like a sweet guy, but you kinda put me on the spot and I was pretty uncomfortable back then….” You explain yourself. 

“O-oh! Well, I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. I never meant to do that I swear! I just, you’re…. Pretty.” He shyly smiles at you. 

This is the first time you are actually able to take a good look at him and you start to notice little details you never did. The slope of his nose, the glasses that frame his face, the dimples that decorate his cheeks, and the one finger he has painted with nail polish. He was kinda cute, you concluded. And as he calls you pretty, you can’t help the heat that rises up your cheeks at his confession. 

“Well, if you wanna, we could do it the old fashioned way. You know, the one where there’s no Etsy witch involved.” You shoot a small smile his way when he starts floundering and trying to come up with a way to explain himself. 

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

Hongjoong walks back to the dorm with a dumb smile on his face. Seonghwa was so totally gonna be his best-man at his wedding. 

[missmaniac25]

Kim Hongjoong - Quiet Please

Librarian!Hongjoong x gn!reader (no use of y/n) Pure fluff 1.7k words No warnings. Please let me know if there's any spelling or grammar errors. Enjoy! ✨

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“Staring at the door isn’t going to make them arrive any faster.”

Hongjoong glares at Seonghwa.

“I’m not waiting for anyone.”

“Hmm, sure.”

The head librarian walks off to help a patron who’s appeared at the counter, leaving Hongjoong to look at the entrance of the library in peace.

‘Any moment now…’

~

Moving to a small town had not been a part of your big life plan. But the world works in mysterious ways and for five months now, you’d been happily enjoying the calmness of your new life.

The only disadvantage of a small town?

Minimal entertainment.

Sure, you could go for a walk or… something else. That was really it.

And that’s how after a month of living here, you’d ventured into the community library just to see if they had anything to keep you busy: stories or otherwise.

“Hello,” the man behind the counter had greeted. “Let me know if you need any assistance.”

“Just browsing for now, thank you,” you answered.

He nodded and gone back to clicking away on his computer – doing librarian stuff, you guessed.

For a while, you simply wandered through the forest of shelves, stopping every now and then to read the blurb on the back of a book.

“Excuse me.”

You turned from the shelf to find a timid looking man standing behind you. He wore a very cosy looking cardigan and a pair of glasses were perched on his nose. Almost out of place, you noticed, were the number of piercings that adorned his ears.

“Can I assist you?” He was already holding a mountain of books in his arms which made you smile.

“No thank you, I’m ok for now.”

You noted how his face flushed pink as he started to turn away.

“Actually.” You managed to catch him before he left. You gripped the book you’d picked up closer to your chest. “I’d like to get a library card. Is that something that you can help me with?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He gave you a shy smile and abandoned his stack of novels on the nearest flat surface. “Please follow me to the front.”

Happily, you did as he asked and waited patiently as he took all you information.

“Thank you, Hongjoong,” you said when he finally handed over your new card.

“Um, yeah, no problem. How did you know my name?”

You almost laughed but managed to hold it in.

“Your nametag.”

“Oh.”  He glances down as if he suddenly remembered that he had one. “Right.”

“See you guys soon,” you told him before leaving. “Enjoy the rest of your day.”

Hongjoong watched as you went and felt how his heart finally started to calm down.

“You’re smitten already,” came the voice of Seonghwa, and Hongjoong gave him a gentle shove.

“Am not.”

“Are too.” The older man said. “Luckily for you, they have to come back to hand in the book eventually.”

~

Since that day, you’d made it habit to pop into the library at least once a week and your favourite librarian is always there to greet you when you walk in.

Today is no exception.

“Hi, Hongjoong!” you cheerfully say, placing your books on the countertop.

“Good afternoon.” He smiles before getting to work. “I tried that recipe you gave me. It was really good.”

“Do you want to know a secret?”

Hongjoong’s eyebrows furrow.

“Sure…” he says hesitantly.

“I got it out of a book from here.”

His eyes sparkle with pride and amusement.

“No wonder it was so good.”

Hongjoong looks a little bit smug as he takes your books to pack away on the shelves.

With one last glance, you turn to go and begin the search for your next big fictional adventure. You wave hello to whoever you meet along the way, weaving through the shelves and ending up in a quiet nook where hardly anyone goes to.

After scouring the spines, you find a book that captures your attention. Taking it with you, you settle into the window seat that you’ve unofficially claimed as your own. Almost a whole chapter has gone by when you feel another presence in the vicinity. Glancing up, you find Hongjoong quietly sorting some books – putting them back into the correct order on the shelf.

Admittedly, you had developed a teeny, tiny crush on him. It couldn’t be helped, really. Not only was he kind, had a gorgeous smile and a good sense of humour; he just made you curious. If you could just get to know him a little better…

“I didn’t think that shelf sorting was so interesting.”

Hongjoong’s voice pulls you out of your daze and reality hits you: you’ve been staring at him.

“Oh… it’s not really.” You’re trying to think quickly and come up with an excuse. “I was just…”

“Lost in thought?” He offers and you nod.

“Something like that.”

The librarian smiles, almost bashfully, returning to his work.  You take the hint and stick your nose back in between the pages – not that you get much more reading done with him around.

Hongjoong is back working the front desk when you finally emerge from your nook.

“Only one book today?” He asks, scanning the barcode.

“What can I say, it’s captivated me.” You give a little shrug.

“You captivate me.”

The two of you lock eyes. Hongjoong looks utterly bewildered – he can’t believe those words just left his mouth.

“I… um… sorry.” He quickly looks down and hurriedly hands back your book and library card. He scurries off to the staff room before you have a chance to reply.

You think of nothing else but what he said as you walk home that evening.

When you next return to library, Hongjoong is nowhere to be seen. It’s Seonghwa who greets you when you come in and it’s Seonghwa who scans your books out when you leave.

You want to assume that it was just coincidence. Maybe Hongjoong is sick? Maybe he’s helping other patrons?

That was what you believed until it happened again. And again.

“Seonghwa, where is Hongjoong?” You finally ask after the third visit. It hard to keep the frustration out of your voice.

The head librarian looks a little frustrated himself, if only for a second, before returning to a look of neutrality as he speaks.

“He’s hiding in the staffroom. Every time he sees you coming, he rushes in there like a rabbit being hunted.”

With a soft sigh, you thank Seonghwa and begin the walk to your corner of the library with one thing on your mind: he’s avoiding you.

The news hurts more than you’d like it too; pulling at your chest. When you reach your window seat, there’s a note sitting neatly on the cushion. It has your name on it. Uncertainly, you open it.

‘I’m sorry for what I said the other day. I didn’t mean to say it. Can we still be friends?’

The ache in your chest softens ever so slightly but it doesn’t disappear completely. You tuck the little piece of paper safely into your pocket.

When you return to the front desk with a new set of books to take home, you feel a wave of relief. Hongjoong is there. He briefly looks up, locking eyes with you before swiftly turning his gaze down again. You also see Seonghwa giving you a little nod before he vanishes between the shelves like some kind of novel magician.

You realise that you owe him one.

“I got your note” you tell Hongjoong, waiting for him to meet your eye.

He shuffles on his feet.

“Are… are we still friends?”

“Yeah,” you tell the shy librarian. “We’re still friends.”

He smiles and finally he lifts his eyes.

“Thank you.”

Things go back to normal after that. Well, mostly normal. What’s new is that every time you step foot into the building and see Hongjoong, your heart beats a little faster.

What was once a playful little crush is now a problem.

“This book, I think you’ll like it,” Hongjoong says, leaning past you to reach the shelf where it sits. The proximity is suffocating.

“It’s a bit of an older one but it has content that I think you’ll enjoy.”

Your fingers brush against his as you take the book from his hand. Your head knows not to read into it; your heart is doing backflips.

“I’ll give it a chance,” you say.

“Just like that?” Hongjoong asks, grinning. “You trust my opinion that much?”

“Yes. I trust you that much.”

If he notices the change of words, Hongjoong makes no motion to acknowledge it. Instead, he continues with idle chit-chat – telling you about different stories he’s read and the authors he likes. He says something about liking romance novels and your brain wakes up.

“Hongjoong.”

The man in front of you stops talking and looks at you with wide eyes.

“I was wondering.” You try your hardest to keep calm. “Would you maybe like to meet up? Outside of the library, I mean?”

The quietness is infuriating. You can hear the blood rushing in your ears; the dull crackle of the ceiling lights.

“Like a date?” Hongjoong breaks the silence, pink creeping up his neck.

“Yes,” you confirm. “Like a date.”

You think he’s going to turn you down – the pause is too long for the answer to be anything else.

“Ok, yeah.” He says with a little smile. “I’d like to go on a date with you.”

There’s life around you again – you hear people talking, birds outside chirping. Your heart is still beating fast but now it’s from excitement.

“Great!” You pull your phone out and hand it to him. “Let me get your number and we can make a plan.”

Hongjoong doesn’t need to be told twice. Before you know it, you have your device back and you peak at his contact name.

‘Hongjoong 📖’

‘Cute,’ you think to yourself.

The two of you walk to the front desk together, a little giddy, which doesn’t go unnoticed. Once you have your books, you wave goodbye to your favourite librarian with the promise to message him soon.

“It’s about time.”

Hongjoong jumps in his skin as Seonghwa appears next to him.

“You two were driving me insane.”

Hongjoong just shakes his head. It doesn’t matter what the head librarian says: he’s going on a date with you and he hopes that it’s the start of a beautiful story of his own.

[lemon-woos]

Assigning ATEEZ members an alternative band (Hyung Line)

A/N: More content for my fellow altinys! ☺️ I’ll post the maknae line soon, after I’m done with the rest of the ideas I’m working on. Also, there isn’t a set genre of alt music that I reference, per se; I was originally going to do nu-metal bands but that ended up being really limiting, so I settled for the umbrella term of alternative.

CW for mentions of mental health struggles

Kim Hongjoong: Linkin Park

★ No, it’s not because he covered Numb (although that definitely adds to it)

★ Hongjoong fits the vibe, especially with what they were trying to achieve with Hybrid Theory. I think writing in a style similar to LP would help him make sense of his emotions when they get too confusing or overwhelming 

★ Nu-Metal in general really goes with Hongjoong, especially with him being a rapper first and foremost, but he also has the necessary versatility that LP also has 

★ I mean, look at him. He raps. He sings — incredibly well, at that. He’s quite knowledgeable about production, and I heard that the unclean vocals in Guerilla were done by him? 

★ Also, given LP’s lyrical content, I think Hongjoong would add some really great perspective to it. Many of Linkin Park’s most popular songs are about mental health, hopelessness, etc. Hongjoong is a huge advocate for mental health!

★ Make way, y’all. Kim Hongjoong would definitely fit in with Linkin Park.

Park Seonghwa: Evanescence 

★ This is a given, i fear

★ The thing about Seonghwa is that he’s so…elegant 

★ You know the song Imaginary off of the Fallen album? It SCREAMS Hwa to me

★ I think the softer side is what makes it make sense, Amy Lee’s voice in particular 

★ Hwa is such a gentle soul, so I think the piano ballads and deeper lyrics match him well

★ Also, you remember his acting on tour? How he’s able to portray emotions (key example: Heartbreak) so beautifully? LITERALLY would eat up The Open Door

★ They call it, “his siren voice” for a reason; Seonghwa has an especially haunting voice that i KNOW would eat on a track like My Immortal or Lithium

★ Also, since he’s been into genderless fashion recently, I know he’d eat up Amy Lee’s style from the 2000s.

Jeong Yunho: Twenty One Pilots

★ Alright y’all hear me out. Vastly different from the last two, but there’s a good reason for that 

★ If you’ve listened to TOP before, you know that the majority of their songs have a very poppish sound with darker lyrical content 

★ For example, take The Judge. The song starts out with ukulele and a chant-like hook that sounds super lighthearted, but then you get to the lyrics. 

★ “I know my soul’s freezing/Hell’s hot for good reason”? Good grief 😭🙏

★ But this is Yunho, no doubt in my mind.

★ Yunho is sort of seen as the sunshiney member of the group, given his positive disposition and golden retriever-esque attitude. However, I know he definitely is more than that

★ I just know Yunho’s psyche is more complicated than just “the happy one.” He’s more subtle about his feelings and tends to express them in ways that aren’t so obvious, just like how TOP has their brighter sound with deeper content.

★ In particular, the song House of Gold feels so RIGHT for him. No explanation needed lol

Kang Yeosang: The Cure

★ AHHHHHHHHG THIS IS CUTE

★ Again, it just makes sense

★ I was trying to decide between The Cure and Paramore but like…Hear me out

★ Yeosang, as we know, is very quiet. He’s more of an observer (although he’s still very silly) and is generally very subtle, just like Robert Smith 

★ That man is SO humble for a guy who’s been in a legendary rock band for like 40 years

★ Yeosang also fits the lighter sound. ‘80s alternative is very different than today’s alternative in that the sound is more dreamy and flows softly, whereas modern alternative tends to be a bit more abrasive.

★ Case in point, Yeosang is soft, very demure, very mindful. He doesn’t need harsh vocals or loud instruments to express his thoughts — His subtlety is his greatest weapon.

★ Lovesong reminds me a lot of him. He doesn’t need super deep metaphors to tell someone he loves them; he’ll do it in his own special way, in a way that makes sense to him and his demeanor

★ AUGH this one hurt my heart a little 😭😭

[lynnt1ny]

You're Magic To Me: Ch. 2

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Woosan (Multichaptered; Prince!Wooyoung and Servant!San)

Full WC: 91.3k Ch. 2 WC: 3.9k

Fic Blurb:

Wooyoung didn’t know what he did to deserve such a horrible manservant. With the weight of the kingdom over his head and the constant demands of his father, he couldn’t afford to deal with this every day. But why did San have to be so bloody endearing?  After a series of coincidences, San found himself stuck at the Prince’s side, day in and day out. Of course he’d accidentally fall in love along the way. San didn’t know what to expect when he moved into the castle, but it certainly wasn’t this.  --- Aka, my Merlin-obsessed ass decided to write a Merlin-inspired fic.

The Nightmare Begins 

After a week of gathering herbs from the surrounding forests and learning about a variety of afflictions and remedies, San felt pretty accustomed to life at the castle. It was hard-going at first: He still occasionally found himself lost in the maze of corridors, but he hadn’t run into any royals or knights after the first day, so he’d call it a win. 

Hongjoong was, as he was told earlier, the perfect mentor. San couldn’t have asked for better. Hongjoong clearly loved his work, and while San couldn’t quite replicate his passion for medicine, Hongjoong was a constant source of energy and inspiration. 

Every day, San looked forward to sitting by the fire with Hongjoong in the evenings, sometimes with Yeosang popping in to say hello. It was almost familial, and San finally felt like he had carved a place for himself in the castle. 

Hongjoong took care of most of the patients that had come in so far, but San was always there, watching. He was constantly in awe of how calm and gentle Hongjoong was with those who came in. Now, he knew exactly how Hongoong got both his position and well-rounded reputation. 

However, today, Hongjoong was going to attend to the King. 

San sat at one of the desks in the chamber, a book open in front of him. He deliberately avoided Hongjoong’s eye. He hoped today would be the exception to their new routine; hopefully, today, he wouldn’t have to go with him.   

Hongjoong walked over and placed a hand on San’s shoulder, and San gave him a tentative smile. 

“I suppose I won’t get this day off?” 

“No.” Hongjoong replied. “You must be able to treat the King if something happens while I’m away.” 

“You’re going away?” San asked. A knot of worry formed in his stomach. He didn’t think he’d be able to shoulder Hongjoong’s workload so early. 

But his worry disappeared as Hongjoong laughed. “Not now. But something may happen while I’m down in the lower villages or really, anywhere else other than the castle.” He smiled sympathetically. “That’s why you’re here, you know. I can’t be everywhere at once, and in case of an emergency…” he shrugged. 

And now, that’s how San found himself trailing behind Hongjoong, a crate of supplies in his arms and a furrow between his eyebrows. 

He couldn’t believe that he was mere footsteps away from meeting King Beomseok.  

Beomseok was well known even beyond the borders of Sinsu. While nobody said he was downright cruel, he was known to have a temper. He ruled with an iron fist, and he had brought Sinsu many years of prosperity, conquering lands and expanding the kingdom to great lengths. 

Far too soon, they stopped in front of a pair of fortified doors. A clump of guards stood there, nodding to Hongjoong as they walked past. 

“Remember to address him properly,” he whispered to San. “It’d be best to leave a good first impression.” 

San nodded, and Hongjoong knocked on the door. “Kim Hongjoong, Your Majesty,” he called out. “And my new apprentice.” 

“Yes, come in,” San heard a deep voice respond, muffled by the barrier. 

The doors creaked as the guards pushed them open, standing to the side to allow them entrance. San gulped as Hongjoong walked in, and he hesitated before following behind. By the end of this, he just knew that he’d  find a way to mess this up: he’ll drop the supplies, or he’ll trip over his own feet and make a fool of himself. Or worse of all: he’ll let his mouth run away again, just as it had with the Prince. 

The thought came to him then- Wooyoung wouldn’t tell his father about what happened earlier, right? Yes, he was only an apprentice, but not only had San spilt water all over his clothes, but he called him a twat of all things. 

 ‘If my father heard you saying things like that, he’d have you flogged.’

San knew he was breathing heavily now. He hoped the weight in his arms and the flight of stairs worked as a fair excuse, but he did what he does best: overthink things until it sent him into a panic. 

If Wooyoung did tell Beomseok, something would have happened by now, right? Yes, he was definitely overthinking this. There was no way Wooyoung even knew who he was, right? He didn’t remember saying his name...

The King’s chambers were unlike anything San had seen before. Everywhere he looked, he could only see wealth and intricacies. The room itself was huge. Inside, it had a large bed in the corner, a table with neat stacks of paper adorning it, and a long dining table, gilded in gold. Wardrobes and shelves took up space along the walls, and everything was pristine. San didn’t think he’d be able to find one spec of dust. Overall, it seemed very practical, for living’s quarters, but it exuded a sense of affluence at the same time. 

The man himself sat at his table. He didn’t look like San imagined he would. The King had dark hair, like his son, and he wore simple attire at the moment. Deep-set wrinkles betrayed his age, and his eyes held a somber edge to them. Beomseok scratched thoughtfully at a trace of stubble on his chin and kept his focus on his work. The lack of attention only unnerved San even more. 

“Your Majesty,” Hongjoong began. “What can I do for you today?” 

Without looking up, Beomseok beckoned them closer and said, “Draw yourself some chairs and sit.” 

Hongjoong bowed deeply and took a chair from the dining table. San scurried after him to do the same. Before he knew it, he was uncomfortably close to the King, sitting across from him. He prayed that Beomseok wouldn’t pay him any attention.

“I’ve had the worst migraine today,” Beomseok finally said. He looked up at them then, and San felt a chill down his spine when his beady eyes landed on him. “Do you have a sufficient tonic that could help?” 

Hongjoong nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty, I do.” He gestured for San to hand him the crate of supplies. With nothing to do with his hands now, San wrung his fingers together, avoiding the King’s eyes.

“With all due respect, what has been causing you trouble, Your Highness?” Hongjoong said as he picked out a few bottles. “Learning the cause of a migraine is an easy way to fix it.”

San almost gasped at the question. It seemed too invasive to ask the King. A new batch of butterflies set loose in his stomach, and not the good kind.

However, Beomseok didn’t seem to be too bothered by the question. He even smiled at Hongjoong, like they were old friends. San shouldn’t be surprised at this point- as literally everyone had said, Hongjoong was friends with everyone, and it seemed the King was no exception. 

Suddenly, Hongjoong’s strangely calm demeanor in this situation made a lot more sense. 

“It’s my son,” Beomseok said. “He can’t seem to keep a manservant in his service. At this point, we’ve gone through all of the available servants I can trust with the job.” 

His words didn’t surprise San at all. Just from one meeting, San knew he wouldn’t want to be stuck with Wooyoung for long periods of time either. 

“It’s such a trivial matter, but it’s becoming such a nuisance that even I must get involved.” 

Hongjoong began mixing a small concoction in a cup. San vaguely recognized a few of the ingredients Hongjoong had put in the tonic, but his attention was too skewed to try to learn anything useful now.

 “Are they leaving on their own accord?” Hongjoong asked. 

Beomseok leaned back against his chair. San saw the King eyeing his fidgeting hands, and San now focused on keeping them still on his lap. 

“No, Wooyoung is getting rid of them himself. He claims they’re too boring. I’m afraid he’s set his standards too high for our working class,” Beomseok said. 

San winced, stealing another glance at Hongjoong, but the man had a smile on his face. “I’m sure he’ll find someone to take the position. There are many able-bodied men in the kingdom,” Hongjoong said.

“And here, the source of the problem,” Beomseok said. “He refuses to find a replacement. I will have to resort to finding one for him myself. It’s no job for a king.” Beomseok’s eyes turned dark for a second, and San could see a flash of rage there, so fleeting that he would have missed it if he were not paying close attention. “If I, the King himself, assigns Wooyoung a manservant, that position must stay permanently filled by that man, or consequences may be in order.” 

San’s breath hitched, the words sending a faint wave of fear over him. He understood why, though. It would be a blow to Bomseok’s reputation if Wooyoung sacked the one man the King picked out himself. Involving the King in such a trifling matter was bad enough. The whole thing made San’s head spin, and he understood the source of Beomseok’s migraine. 

“Well, I may not be able to help in the matter directly, but this is the least I can do,” Hongjoong said, handing the completed tonic to the King. “If there’s anything else I can do to help, don’t hesitate to call.” 

San felt relieved, as the conversation seemed to be ending, and they were soon to be on their way. The King only had to dismiss them, and he could go back and be anywhere but here. 

Beomseok’s gaze snapped to him, then. “Before you leave, Hongjoong, this is your new apprentice?” he asked. 

“Yes, Your Majesty.” 

Beomseok scrutinized him, his narrowed eyes sending waves of panic over San. “Does he speak?” 

San’s breath hitched and he hurried to say, “Yes, I’m Choi San.” He stumbled over the words.

Hongjoong kicked his shin. 

“Your Highness,” San tacked on at the last second. “I arrived only a few days ago.” 

“Arrived?” Beomseok lifted a dark eyebrow and looked back at Hongjoong. San allowed himself to take a deep breath with those calculating eyes off of him. 

“I met his mother during one of my visits to the lower towns,” Hongjoong said. “We’ve become close, and I can assure you of his loyalty to the crown.” 

“I’ll hold you to it,” the King said. “But I’m afraid anything he does will reflect onto you, and any form of dissent on his end will damage your position in my court.” 

Hongjoong nodded, and for the first time since they walked in, his calm demeanor broke, and San could see his shoulders tense. 

The King laughed. 

“Don’t worry, old friend. I like him already. I can tell he has many qualities an apprentice, or servant, should have.” San let himself give the King a small smile at the words, though it felt forced to him and probably came across that way as well. 

“That’s very kind of you, Your Majesty,” Hongjoong said. 

The King nodded, and after a slight pause, he clapped his hands together. “Well, I believe that is all. You’re both dismissed.” 

Both San and Hongjoong stood, the former stumbling slightly, and took their leave after a quick bow. San let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding after they crossed the doorway, the guards watching as they made their way back to the physician’s chambers. 

“Well, that could have gone a lot worse,” Hongjoong said, closing the door behind them.

“That’s for sure.” 

“You know, you don’t have to be so afraid of him,” Hongjoong said. “As long as you’re in his good graces, there’s nothing to fear.” 

San thought back to his encounter with Wooyoung. He didn’t have the best track record with royals, and he definitely didn’t want to test that with the King. 

“I’m not sure if it’ll be easy for me to stay in his ‘good graces,’” San mumbled. 

The sun had begun its descent, and the familiar room was bathed in a golden glow. San fell back into one of the cots and let out a groan. He couldn’t help but let his eyelids droop, the events of the day wearing him thin. 

“Hey, I’m going to go fetch some soup from the kitchens. Why don’t you take some time to rest?” Hongjoong said, seeming unaffected by everything. 

“Gladly.” 

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Wooyoung was stressed. 

The knights were doing well in training, that was for sure, but there was something missing. There was a certain clumsiness to the blows and drills today, and every wrong movement caught Wooyoung’s eye. He found himself on edge for the entirety of today’s training. 

It didn’t help that there was no one there to clean or hold his equipment.  Of course, it was technically his fault, but who could blame him? The last few servants he’d gone through were completely worthless. 

But as much as he wanted the endless drills to end, he dreaded what would come after. His father had asked to dine with him after the session, and he never looked forward to those talks. 

Wooyoung weaved his way between his sparring knights. They were practicing simple drills, but tiring and repetitive ones at that. Drops of sweat dripped down their faces, and the field was full of heaving breathing and the clang of metal. The sky darkened, and Wooyoung knew he couldn’t drag this out any longer. 

“Hold,” he called out, and around him, the knights ceased in their actions. Wooyoung felt their attention shift to him, all eyes in his direction. “That will be all for today. Get some rest. We have a lot of kinks to work out tomorrow.” 

At the dismissal, the field cleared as the men dispersed. Wooyoung caught the eye of Jongho, one of his best knights, and he gave him a slight nod. Jongho had been the only knight who had come close to beating him in combat today. Wooyoung’s arms still ached from blocking his blows. Wooyoung saw a lot of potential in him, and he knew Jongho would grow to become one of Sinsu’s best. 

Wooyoung had a tight-knit group of knights whom he trusted the most, Jongho being one of them. While all of the knights swore loyalty to the King, there were a few whose allegiance fell to Wooyoung in the end. If Wooyoung ever were to defy his father, he knew those few knights would follow him to the ends of the earth.

He gave Yunho and Mingi a slight wave as he walked past. He carried his own equipment, and again, he cursed the servants he had dismissed. 

Wooyoung had a sneaking suspicion that this was what his father wanted to talk to him about- his obvious lack of a servant would be sure to turn some heads. Not only that, but his chambers were beginning to get cluttered with no one there to clean them. 

He reached the pavilion that housed all of their training equipment and tossed everything aside. Someone else would take care of it at some point. He struggled out of the armor, fiddling with all of the buckles and straps that he never took the time to familiarize himself with. Once again, that was a servant’s job, he thought with a frown. 

He needed to stop by his rooms and freshen up before meeting his father. On the way, his thoughts began to wander. He noticed that it happened a lot in the past week- He’d be busy doing something important — whether his own duties or an order from his father — and then a certain face would pop into his thoughts, usually accompanied with a snarky voice and an impish smile. 

The truth was, he still hadn’t recovered from his encounter with Dimples (the nickname sounded so stupid in his head, but in his defense, he didn’t have much to work with). 

There was something so irritating about him, yet there was something so compelling at the same time. Wooyoung found himself looking all the serving boys in the face now, hoping to catch a familiar one, but all he could see were the same, boring, submissive eyes.

There was one time he thought he heard Dimples’ voice, but when he rounded the corner, it was just Yeosang snickering to himself in the hallway, footsteps echoing in the opposite direction. He thought about asking Yeosang about it, but he decided against it. Yeosang would definitely press him on why he was asking, and Wooyoung wouldn’t have an answer for him. 

At one point, Wooyoung entertained the idea of having Dimples as his manservant instead of the usual fodder... And then he dropped the thought immediately. If he saw those eyes first thing every morning, he’d probably go insane. 

Those eyes made him want to punch a wall. 

But for now, he needed to forget about Dimples. He needed to dine with his father, and he needed to better himself as a prince for his people (minus Dimples; he could go rot in hell). 

When Wooyoung walked into Beomseok’s rooms, the King was already eating at the dining table. 

“You’re late,” his father said. A plate had already been prepared for Wooyoung at his father’s side: bread, cheese, a few vegetables, and a slab of beef, spiced so heavily that Wooyoung could smell it from the doorway.

“My apologies, I had a few complications,” Wooyoung said. 

Beomseok narrowed his eyes, and Wooyoung gulped. He waited until his father spoke again. 

“Come. Sit.” 

Wooyoung sat at the table and dug into the food. They settled into a silence. Wooyoung wouldn’t call it a comfortable one, but the King didn’t seem too irritated at the moment. Wooyoung felt his nerves settle. Next to him, Beomseok cleared his throat. 

“Hongjoong has a new apprentice,” his father said. “Have you met him?” 

“No, I’m afraid not,” Wooyoung said. He wasn’t close to Hongjoong- not like Yeosang or the rest of the bloody castle. Hongjoong even had Wooyoung’s father wrapped around his finger. Sometimes, Wooyoung thought Beomseok wished Hongjoong were his son instead of himself, but he cast those thoughts aside as soon as they came up. “I’m sure he’ll do well as long as Hongjoong keeps him out of trouble,” he added on. 

“I doubt he will get into any. He was the epitome of a perfect servant.” 

Wooyoung’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. Coming from his father, that was high praise. Something almost like jealousy turned his stomach, but he ignored it. 

“Oh? What makes you think so?” Wooyoung swallowed around his fork, his interest peaked about the new apprentice. To catch the King’s eye was a big deal. 

“He doesn’t speak unless spoken to, and to be an apprentice for Hongjoong, he must be somewhat competent,” the King said. “What more could you ask?” 

Oh. 

So this apprentice was just like the others. 

Wooyoung felt his curiosity drain immediately. Of course, that was all his father cared about. To be honest, those were the exact qualities he had sent the others away for. 

“Why, may I ask, are we talking about the physician’s apprentice? Is there another matter you wish to discuss?” 

“That’s just the thing. You’ve exhausted all of our options,” the King said. “You know exactly where this conversation is going, Jung Wooyoung.” 

Wooyoung desperately tried to think of excuses to get out of this, but the whole ordeal was useless. “But he already has a position?” he said. His voice grew squeaky the way it usually does when he gets nervous; a trait he’d spent years trying to beat out of his system to no avail. “He has a good place in court. Stripping him of that would be cruel.” 

The King shook his head. “A place in the royal household is respected, even as a servant.” He took a sip of wine. “And I think we can all agree that Hongjoong is too young to have an apprentice now. It isn’t urgent.”

Wooyoung grimaced.

“You leave me no choice, Wooyoung. You’ve rejected our best servants, and this is a problem that needs to be resolved quickly. I don’t have time to mull over the choices for you.” Beomseok’s voice grew agitated, and Wooyoung shrank back. “I am the King. This is not something I should be doing for you. If I hear that you’re unsatisfied, there will be consequences for both of you.” 

Wooyoung set his fork down, his appetite lost. “Hongjoong was clearing out his storage for an apprentice,” he mumbled. “Are you going to kick him out of his living quarters as well?” 

Beomseok scoffed. “That’s a matter he’ll have to settle with Hongjoong. I don’t have time to care.” 

Wooyoung’s fists clenched on his lap, and his nails bit into his palms. He knew he needed a servant, but this seemed… so unfair. If his father had met the apprentice only a few days later, yes, Wooyoung would probably be stuck with someone just as incompetant, but at least it would be a proper servant- not someone who had come to their kingdom to learn a dignified practice. He couldn’t help but feel a strong pang of sympathy, something his father would ridicule him for if he knew. 

“I am calling for him tomorrow and giving him one day to prepare. You can expect him the day after,” Beomseok said. 

After a sigh of defeat, Wooyoung nodded. He could never argue with his father on something like this. He’ll have to live with it. Who knows, maybe the apprentice won’t be that bad. Hongjoong picked him, after all. Wooyoung will have to make the most of it. 

“Can I at least have his name?” he asked. He stared down at the half-eaten plate. A part of him was glad his meals would once again be hand delivered, but the guilt; it wouldn’t go away. 

The King paused for a moment. “I think he said his name was San.” Another sip of wine. “Ah, yes, I remember now. Choi San.” 

Choi San. 

“Is he good looking at least?” Wooyoung asked in an attempt to lift the mood. His father didn’t have the best sense of humor, or any at all, for that matter, but he could try. 

Beomseok seemed to catch on, though, and he hummed, slouching a little in his chair. “How would I know?” 

“No apparent qualities? That’s a shame. I hope you aren’t sticking me with a troll,” Wooyoung muttered. He took his own sip of wine and scrunched up his face at the taste. 

The King sighed, and to Wooyoung’s surprise, he gave in. 

“He has black hair.” 

“And?” Wooyoung leaned forward, eager to know more about this apprentice that had left such a good impression on his father. 

“What else do you want to know?” 

“I don’t know...  black hair doesn’t tell me much,” Wooyoung said. 

Beomseok thought hard for a moment, and his next words would haunt Wooyoung through the following day.

“Well, his cheeks dimple easily, I guess. Honestly, son, I don’t know what you want from me.” 

Oh.

“That’s enough idle chit chat.” Beomseok said. He dabbed at his mouth with a handkerchief. “You’ll meet him soon enough. Now that the matter is settled, you’re dismissed.” 

Wooyoung nodded and stumbled to his feet in a daze. There’s no way. 

There’s no way. 

He didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. This had to be a coincidence. There was no way Dimples was the physician’s apprentice and his... his soon to be manservant. 

But if it was Dimples…. 

Why did Wooyoung’s ears burn at the thought?

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Allow me to expand into Ateez with Kim Hongjoong! Hi Atiny <3 I'm obsessed with Captain!AUs for him. Read the blurb below!!

***this fic is 18+ MDNI, below is SFW

You, on your college softball team, had your eye on the Captain of the Baseball team, Kim Hongjoong. The strong aura of a leader drew you in. Not to mention his beautiful face. Although your teammates dated the players on and off, no one said a word about Hongjoong. He was a mystery, he was attractive, and he knew how to lead a team. Maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't strike out.

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More Than Enough

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Held In My Hands

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