#like maybe he did get the umbrella for wooyoung because they’re close

[worm-priest]

Atiny twitter is infighting over woosan shippers and I get it but fans need to stop being hypocritical and decide if they are actually against rp shipping or if they just hate woosan

San got an umbrella on his new custom in ears and people started getting mad at anybody who mentioned woosan but you could say SH and HJ are fucking and people would think it’s funny and cool to say

[seungkwan-s]

second chances | thirteen

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pairing; lee heeseung x female reader, ft second lead jay park x female reader

warnings; one mention of blood from a papercut

genre; a little angst, some comedy and fluff

word count; 1.5k

taglist; @staysstrays @iminchaosnow @preciousdeerchild @fylithia @wooyoung-a @katyasrussianaccent @geminirules @lix-freckle3 @bluejayjay @blossomnct @shrutiajit @itsyaapollochild @witheeseung @seungstarss @meiinumaki @dreamyeyes26 @punneysushi01 @gtfovi @hrrhmay @soobnny @zhaixiaowen @leagreenly @grassbutneo @aurumness @minkyunheewon @milkycloudtyg @youreverydayzebra @liliansun @itsamemarioo (can’t tag)

a/n: yo this is the moment everyone has been waiting for. this was way longer than i intended it to be. i'll have the texts and stuff back in the next chapters ♡

as you step back into the cafe, the warm air and the smell of a freshly made cup of coffee hits you. you sigh, catching the attention of ryujin who's leaning against the coffee machine picking at her fingernails.

"y/n, are you okay. what happened?" you put your face into your hands, taking a deep breath and before you can say anything, the door opens and in walks heeseung, jake and sunghoon—the three boys soaked from the rain.

"do none of you own an umbrella?" sunoo blurts out, "i literally have two with me, do you want one?"

you see jake shaking his head, and mouthing a "no, thank you" to sunoo.

your mind is clouded with thoughts of the conversation you shared with jay earlier, was this related to that day when he asked you how you'd feel if you two were soulmates? or are you already overthinking this?

ryujin can sense something isn't right with you, she's noticed immediately that you're not your usual happy self; all smiles and laughter and you haven't greeted the boys as you normally do, in fact, you haven't even looked their way since they came in.

how are you supposed to start things over with heeseung? do you hold off for now until jay gets over you or do you just focus on working things out with heeseung and leave jay to sort things out himself? no matter what option you go for, you're going to hurt someone...

"y/n, what's going on?" ryujin puts her arms around you and leans her head on your shoulder, "i don't like seeing you sad, who am i kicking for hurting my favourite person?"

you shake your head, looking around the café before turning to her, "jay told me he's in love with me, and he reacted quite badly when i told him i didn't feel the same. and it's now put me in a position where if i start a friendship again with heeseung, it's gonna hurt jay. but if i hold off on things for now, i'm gonna hurt heeseung and i don't want to hurt anyone, and i feel like whatever option i choose, i'm gonna be made out to be the bad guy,"

"i'm sorry, y/n but you can't help how you feel. if you don't feel anything for jay, you can't force yourself to feel feelings plus the fact—and i really hate to say it, but non-soulmate relationships aren't destined to work out. they always fail, you read so much about them on the news, on social media. if you want my honest opinion, i think you should do what makes you happy. and i know there is absolutely nothing wrong with you working things out with heeseung. he is your soulmate after all. just give jay some space, he'll be okay,"

you let out a sigh of relief, you know she's right. you're only rebuilding the friendship you once had with heeseung, you're not just going to jump into a relationship, these things take time, and with time, hopefully you and jay can be friends again. you just hope he's okay...

~

a yelp from the back end of the cafe pulls you from your thoughts, "oh heeseung, you idiot, a papercut, really?"

"oh calm down, jake, it's just a bit of blood,"

"dude, you need a band aid, hold on—y/n! we need you," ryujin passes you the first aid box before whispering a "good luck" as you take it out of her hands. you're kinda wishing you didn't know first aid because not only do you now have to talk to heeseung, you have to touch him as well. baby steps first, you thought but no, destiny wants to throw you in the deep end.

you slide into the seat next to heeseung and place the first aid box on the table in front of you, "who's injured themselves now, hm?"

"your soulmate is an idiot, y/n, who cuts themselves on paper?"

"you'd be surprised at how many papercuts i've had to tend to in here, jake, especially with how thick people's books are and the amount of studying that goes on in here. they're the smallest of cuts and can hurt a lot but it's nothing serious," you pull out one of the alcohol wipe packets including the small box of band aids.

heeseung puts his hand out willingly and you're thankful you didn't need to ask, as the nerves are already creeping up on you. the last time you were this close to him was when you two were kids and it pains you a little. you really missed him...

"how did you learn first aid?" ah. you chuckle, thank god he initiated the conversation because you didn't know how the hell to.

"i took a course online, riki's always injuring himself, he's clumsy and because our mom and dad are always away working, i thought i might as well take up a skill that's going to be useful—that and cooking,"

he winces a little at the contact of the alcohol wipe and the cut on his finger, "don't be a wuss, hee," ...and there it is, the nickname you gave him when you two were kids. heeseung ignores that tiny little feeling in his stomach, he doesn't know whether it's guilt because he stopped talking to you or if he really missed the nickname you gave him. either way, he feels awful about how he's let this go on for so long.

"y/n, i'm sorry," you pause, you look down at his hand as it's now holding onto yours. the contact making you feel warm.

"it's okay, heeseung, we were kids—kids fall out over silly things, we can start over, it's fine," now you're rambling and trying to not look at him, fear you won't be able to look away.

"y/n, please, look at me," you can hear the sadness in his voice, you know he means his apology but you're not angry at him at all. if you did something to hurt him when you were kids, you owe him an apology. you raise your head and look at him, and it's a weird feeling you feel. maybe it's because the last time you looked into his eyes like this was that day you fell off your first bike and he tried to put a band aid on your knee and you were so thankful that he was there to help you.

"i'm so sorry, for ignoring you for basically most of our lives, it was over something so silly and i hate that i let this go on for so long, and i hope you can give me another chance to make things right between us. as each year passed, i just felt awful but i didn't know how to talk to you anymore, i thought you hated me. to be honest, it made it easier for me if i just pretended i didn't like you," his voice lowers to a whisper as you now hold his hand ever so gently.

"hee, i don't hate you, i never hated you, i just wondered what i did wrong. i wondered what i did that was so bad that you just pretended like i never existed. i won't lie, it hurt a lot but i- i missed you and i want us to be friends again but i need to know what i did so i can apologise,"

he lets out a sigh and runs his fingers through his hair, he's looking everywhere just not at you, "it's so stupid but do you remember when we were painting together? we were out in your garden and you were painting the sunset and i was doing a rainbow. i had it finished and you knocked over your jar of blue paint and it spilled all over my paper. i got so mad at you that i thought you did it on purpose because i told you it was a present for someone but instead of telling you the rainbow was for you, i just left you there alone, went home and that's why i stopped talking to you,"

"that's why you stopped talking to her, heeseung, oh my god, YOU GUYS WERE FIVE YEARS OLD!!??" jake snapped, slamming his hand on the table. heeseung turned to glare at him but the feeling of your fingers caressing his hand brought his attention back to you and his face softened.

"that was an accident, hee, i would never have intentionally ruined something of yours. i'm sorry i ruined your painting, and i'm sorry i made you think it was out of jealousy," you look up at him and he gives you a smile, "it's fine, i'll just paint you another one,"

"you don't need to paint me another one, hee,"

"i don't need to but i'm gonna do it anyway," he sends you a wink and you just about crumble to the floor.

~

as the clock hits 10pm and the lights go out in the cafe, you stand outside in the cold air waiting for the uber to come and pick the three of you up to take you home.

"so, y/n, how did it go with heeseung?" sunoo asks you, his arm linked with yours.

"it went really good, actually. better than i thought but i'm still nervous,"

"nerves are normal, my love, the two of you are going to be fine, just invite me to your wedding, okay?" you playfully slap ryujin, "shut up,"

[blvejeanbaby]

Pairing: Yeosang x reader (as Wooyoung’s sister) Word Count: 2842 Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

“Nearly there. Traffic is crazy,” you texted Wooyoung and Yeosang separately. In reality, you were at a cafe on the corner of the street, just a stones’ throw away from the dorms. You were nervous and while passing the cafe, you had felt the sudden urge for a hot chocolate. That was what you were sipping on now, watching the people outside pass by. Some were carrying umbrellas above their heads and even though the sky was grey, it had ceased raining while you were on the bus. You leaned your head against the cold window, your hands wrapped around your half full cup of hot chocolate. You could use someone to calm you down right now. It had been an entire week; an entire week of sneaking Yeosang out to your dorm room or other ‘secret’ locations where you could kiss and go over and over your plan again and again. After all, this was the day you were going to tell Wooyoung what was going on between you two. Granted, it was not too much yet. You knew that if you were to pull out of whatever this thing between you and Yeosang was, you would be hurt for a while, but you weren’t that involved yet. You would cry for days, maybe even weeks, but not for months. But that wasn’t the only or even the most important reason Yeosang and you had decided to tell your brother only a week into your careful relationship. It was mostly because you both were sure neither of you could keep something like that from Wooyoung. Fifteen minutes and twelve texts later, you couldn’t drag the moment out any longer. You got up, tossed the empty cup in the trash and stepped out into a light drizzle. Fine, maybe those people with the umbrellas were right. You rushed across the street and into the apartment complex, taking the elevator up to the dorm. You had specifically chosen this time of day so the dorm would be as empty as possible. No need to alert all 6 other members to what was going on if you didn’t have to. You would love to save that embarrassment for some other time. Yeosang had wanted San and Hongjoong there for support in case anything happened and so you guys had waited an extra day so they could be at home at the same time. To the best of your understanding, Seonghwa was shooting a commercial, Jongho and Yunho had a vocal session and Mingi had a check-up at the hospital. San opened the door to the apartment at your ring. “Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, his happy, dimpled smile somewhat calming your nerves. But they went wild again as Wooyoung appeared in the hallway. “Hey,” he said excitedly, enveloping you in a hug. “Did you bring snacks?” Fuck. You forgot crispies. Yeosang would kill you. You shook your head. “No, I was running late already.” You petted your brothers’ head. “Where’s Yeosang and Hongjoong?” “Here!” Yeosang came almost running out of the kitchen, slipping on the floor with his fuzzy socks. He had told you about them, laughing tears in your eyes as he showed them to you - white and grey fuzzy socks with snowflakes and polar bears on them, in black shoes so they stood out even more. “Hyung is in the shower. Hear?” There was faint rapping in the distance, followed by a shout: “Ah! Shampoo in my eye!” You chuckled, but it quickly faded as you remember what you came for. Sensing the sudden tension in the room San gestured for the living room: “I uh... am over there if you need me.” “Yeah, me t-” Wooyoung wanted to follow him but you grabbed his arm. “Wait. Woo, Yeosang and I need to tell you something.” There was no surprise in your brothers’ eyes, but he turned around anyway. It was an odd moment. You hadn’t really expected to be confessing your love to Yeosang in the entrance way of the dorms. You hadn’t even taken your shoes off yet. “Tell me,” Wooyoung said. There was a long silence and then you said, before you or Yeosang could change your minds: “We’re dating. Sort of. Kind of.” You grabbed Yeosang’s hand to emphasize your words. When you saw the look on his face, you gave it a quick squeeze, hoping he would take it as a reassuring gesture. You glanced back at Wooyoung, already fearing his opinion. “Woo, before you can say anything,” you said as you saw your brother attempting to form words, “I just want to say that this is not a rash decision.” It kind of was. “I really like him.” You really did. “And I think he likes me too.” You were kind of sure. “And it will not be awkward. We won’t make it awkward. I promise. We’ll do strictly no touching in the dorms or something.” At this, Yeosang finally tore his eyes away from Wooyoung to look at you. As if you were crazy for suggesting not to touch in Wooyoung’s presence. As if you two would not be able to behave yourselves while the other was in the same room. It’s not like that’s true, you thought sarcastically to yourself. “You’d better,” Wooyoung said. There was actual anger in his eyes and it made you fall completely silent. “Y/N, I always said I would never let you date one of the members. And Yeosang, you know that! So the two of you just decided to go behind my back and figure it out by yourselves? And what is this?” He gestured at your hand still locked in Yeosang’s. “Trying to get my blessings?” He frustratedly ran his hands through his hair, which instantly stood in all directions. “Y/N, do you know why I wouldn’t want you to date any of the members?” “Because I’m your younger sister and you’re protective of me?” you guessed, your voice rather small as a response to his outburst. Yeosang squeezed your hand before letting go. “No! Because I’m supposed to want the best for you and no offense to Yeosang, but do you really want to be with someone who doesn’t know how to control their emotions, positive or negative? With someone who holds grudges for not cleaning up after eating ramen? And you’re a messy person, Y/N. Do you want to date someone that can never be fully honest with you because they’d rather deal with everything they’re going through by themselves?” “Ouch.” Yeosang didn’t even look Wooyoung in the eye. “I’m working on it, Wooyoung.” “Doesn’t matter if you’re working on it,” Wooyoung shot back. “Right now you’re not the best version of yourself and I only want the best of the best of the best for my sister.” “Yeah, but Wooyoung?” you said, interrupting him before he could complete his rant. “Have you ever thought about what I want?” “Oh, don’t get me started,” Wooyoung said. “Y/N, I love you, you’re my sister and I could never say a bad word about you, but you don’t belong with Yeosang. He needs someone who is sure of themselves and you can be even more insecure than mum and that’s saying something. You’re always in your own head, dreaming about things that are never going to happen... You trust people too soon.” “But we can make it work,” you said, not being able to say more because your brother wasn’t finished yet. Tears stood in your eyes. “You two don’t match well. In fact, you two don’t match at all. And- and you don’t even know his favourite snack.” “Who cares about snacks when-” “Okay!” there was a sudden loud voice. When the three of you turned to see where it was coming from, you were faced by Hongjoong, naked safe for the towel wrapped around his waist, hiding his private parts. “Wooyoung, into the living room. Right now. Y/N, Yeosang, go to your room.” He sounded like a dad in that moment. You were happy to stand your ground and fight Wooyoung but the authority in Hongjoong’s voice was enough to make Wooyoung stomp to the living room. You kicked off your shoes and followed a running Yeosang to his bedroom. He was already laying down on the bed, staring up at the underside of Wooyoung’s bunk, as you closed the door behind you. “It’s home run balls, by the way.” “What?” you said, confused and quite frankly, still trying to keep the tears out of your eyes. “My favourite snack. It’s home run balls.” “It’s not about your favourite snack and whether I know what it is.” “I know.” You sighed and walked over to the bed. Yeosang made space for you in between him and the wall, your preferred spot. You climbed over him, being careful not to hit your head. And then you laid down. “I hate him,” you said. “You don’t. I don’t.” “Okay, but he was not right.” “No, he was,” Yeosang said. “About me at least. You’ve seen me around you. I cannot control myself, or my emotions. And I like cleanliness. You’re kind of messy. I like to keep the things I’m going through to myself and it frustrates Hongjoong hyung to no end.” It was quiet for a while as you tried to find the right words to say. “He was right about me too. I am insecure, I daydream a lot and I trust people too soon. And I didn’t know your favourite snack.” You closed your eyes in an attempt not to cry. The situation was frustrating you and you could only hope that Hongjoong was talking some sense into Wooyoung right now. “You’re right. Maybe we don’t fit together.” “Hey!” Yeosang pushed himself up on his elbows now, causing you to open your eyes. He was staring at you intently, as if trying to get you to understand with his eyes alone as he told you: “That’s not what I said, okay? I just- I was trying to say that yes, maybe he was right about our personalities, but he’s not clairvoyant. He doesn’t know what the future holds. And he can’t look into our heads and hearts.” “That’s cheesy,” you said, but you pushed yourself up now as well. “Are you trying to say...” “That no matter what Wooyoung says, I still love you? And I want to be with you?” “But how can you love me?” you said, trying not to sound too pitiful. “We’re so different, we barely know each other-” “But I do. I know what I’ve seen so far. If I grow out of what I think is love I will let you know. Like you said back there, we will not make it awkward. I won’t allow it. But... You will forever be Wooyoung’s sister.” Yeosang sighed, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. “I can’t stand in between a brother and sister. And I don’t want to.” “No,” you said, “let’s wait.” “Wait on what?” “What Wooyoung says,” you said. Hongjoong came back nearly 45 minutes later, fully dressed this time. In the meantime, Yeosang had fallen asleep on the bed, you just stroking his hair and listening to his steady heartbeat and breathing as you waited, silently crying. You had expected the worst from Wooyoung, but this colossal Comedy Central roast, complete with a doom declaration for your love for Yeosang, was enough to make you sad. You woke up Yeosang. For the sake of not further angering Wooyoung, you made sure to keep your hand out of Yeo’s as you made it to the living room, Yeo wiping the sleep out of his eyes. San was not there, but Wooyoung was, seated on the couch. “Okay, Wooyoung, you start,” Hongjoong said as you and Yeosang had taken a seat. Wooyoung sighed and he stood up, as if he were about to give a presentation. Perhaps he was about to pull out a Powerpoint presentation. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t’ve started out insulting the two of you like that. It was unfair and mean and I didn’t mean it. I was just... hurt. And I wanted to see you two hurting too.” “What hurt?” Hongjoong said. It felt odd to have him interview Wooyoung, coaching him on what to say, but you knew your brother. He needed to be coached, although the words needed to come from himself. “Realizing the two of you went behind my back. Realizing that I cannot keep you safe.” He looked at you then. “Y/N, I know you’re strong and truly, if you were going to pick anyone from Ateez, I’m glad you picked Yeo.” Wooyoung looked at Yeosang then. You glanced at Yeo, his face set in an expression you couldn’t read. “Because he’s my best friend and whatever I said about him might be true, at least from my point of view, but that doesn’t mean I should throw it into your face like that, Yeosang.” “And what about us now?” you gestured between you and Yeosang. “I don’t want to know what you two get up to. And if anything happens between you two it better not be in the bunk beds because then I’m switching dorms,” Wooyoung said. He sounded serious, despite his joking. “Wait,” you said. “Does that mean you accept it?” You jumped up. “Woo, if it really bothers you we’ll call it quits.” You looked at Yeosang, who didn’t seem particularly happy about your words, but then again, he was right about what he said. Wooyoung would always be your brother. And if you had to pick Wooyoung, your blood for life, or Yeosang, who was ‘just a friend’, the choice would be rather easy. “No. Don’t do that, not for me. I just need some time to get warmed up to the idea. I need some time to process all of it. I really am sorry about what I said. It was never meant to come across that way and... I don’t know. I’m so sorry.” Wooyoung sat down now, elbows on his knees and hands running through his hair. “I’m sorry we dropped it on you like this.” Despite your previous anger and sadness at his words, you could feel your heart breaking at the sight of your brother. He was always your strong big brother, he never gave up despite how hard it would get, and you knew you had probably dropped a bomb on him. But then again, he reacted too soon and should’ve thought about what he said before he did. You got up from the couch and sat on the arm rest next to Wooyoung, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m sorry. And I accept your apology.” There was some silence, disturbed only by the sound of keys at the door. Then there was a loud bang followed by Yunho’s adorable laughter. You straightened up, not wanting everyone to know what was going on, or that there was anything going on in the first place. Hongjoong saw the shift in everyone’s demeanour and left the room to notify 2ho of what was going on. You looked at Yeosang. Was he going to accept Wooyoung’s apology? He hadn’t said much of anything yet. “Yo,” Yeosang said, his voice sounded weird. Had he just cried? There was no evidence of it on his face though, but the way his voice sounded and the alarmed look in Wooyoung’s eyes told you enough. “You were right, you know? All those things you said. But those are just humans flaws, human mistakes. I will do my best to work on it, not just for Y/N but for you and the members. But when it comes to Y/N, you’re wrong you know? About how we would not be able to work. I’m going to do my best to be good for her.” “I don’t doubt you will,” Wooyoung said. And they nodded. And that was that. Hongjoong returned, followed by Jongho and Yunho, who had to pass through the living room to get to their rooms. “Hi,” Yunho said. “I just wanted to congratulate the couple.” You felt your cheeks heat up. “Yunho, I don’t know-” “Thank you,” Wooyoung said, standing up and walking over to Yunho to clap him on the shoulder. “I was fearing your reaction but San? Oh, he will be over the moon when he hears this.” It felt good to know Wooyoung could still joke around. That you and Yeosang, whether that was going to actually be a committed relationship or not, had not crushed him. You looked up at Hongjoong and mouthed: “Thank you.” He just stuck up his thumb. Then you looked up at Yeosang. He still stood in the middle of the room, eyes no longer trained on the floor, or where Wooyoung had previously been, but at you. “So...” he said softly. “No snacks huh?” “I’ll get you home run balls next time I’m at a convenience store.” “I’d rather have crispies.”

A/N: That was the final instalment of Crispies! I hope you enjoyed reading the series because I definitely enjoyed writing it n.n