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last-words-ofashootingstar · 1 year ago

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DJANGO

Choi San x fem reader x Jung Wooyoung (heavy hints at ot8)

a/n: nobody talk to me nobody touch me nobody look at me i'm loosing my mind over this comeback you don't even understand

"Ain't nobody mess with Django, call me Django." -ATEEZ

✫彡wordcount: 5.5k (sorry?!?)

(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarnings/content: violence and injuries, dystopian/lore universe, lots of cussing, angst, poly relationship, brief mention of drinking as coping, extreme pda LMAO, woo is a bit of a little shit in the first half, dry humping, making out(lots of it), also lots of pet names, multiple rounds, threesome, light choking&degrading, snowballing, oral, boobjob, dp, overstim, teasing, orgasm control, praise kink teehee, dom san/sub woo/switch-sub reader, m x m, unprotected( don't do that🗣️), NOT EDITED

taglist: @calicanbeevil @pansies-garden @kissezfornamjoon @wisejudgedragonhairdo

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

The van shook as another vehicle passed, making San groan as you fell down onto him.

"I'm sorry, Baby," you cooed softly, kissing the bruise on his collarbone that you had unintentionally fallen onto. The soaked rag that you cleaned him with was handed back to you from its fallen place on the shag carpet by Wooyoung with a soft laugh.

"You baby him too much, he's a big boy," he claps his hand onto his shoulder, making him groan again- glaring at the younger man, "right, Champ?"

"I'll beat your ass, Woo."

"Oh, I bet you will, you beat up that scrawny little guy too!" He cackles, clapping and leaning away as San swipes at him tiredly.

"He was faster than I expected!"

"You two knock it off," you sigh exasperatedly as you wipe the grime from his swollen pec, rolling your eyes at your boyfriends bickering. Being stuck in such a small space had taken a toll on the three of yours relationship- especially the two men. They were at each other throats more often than not-even it was playfully. "I'll blow our cover just to tell Hongjoong."

"You wouldn't..." Wooyoung eyes you suspiciously as you smirk. "You wouldn't!"

"I will if you two don't give me a second of peace." You cock your brow at him, tossing the rag into the pile that is your dirty laundry, silently cursing yourself for choosing to hide out with them instead of with Yunho and Jongho in their shop. They even had a cool talking bird.

You place a gentle kiss to Sans eye, a healing bruise almost faded under your lips. "Stop getting hit in the face, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll politely tell my opponents that my girlfriend likes her boys pretty~" he rolls his eyes and whines as your body heat leaves his sore body.

"So what if I do, pretty boys happen to be my type!" You shrug and crawl off of the spent man, over to the other side and into Wooyoungs lap.

He smirks at his boyfriend cockily as you rest your head on his shoulder, "that's why she's cuddling me right n-ow!" His smirk turns to a pout as you flick his chest.

"Can you two manage a peace treaty while I get some shut eye? It's four hours drive to the next town and it's my turn to drive in the morning."

"Of course, Darling." They chime together, silently scowling at one another but keeping quiet as you close your eyes.

"Wakey, wakey," you shake the buff man softly, safely parked in the back alley of the abandoned building. Wooyoung stood just outside of the open van doors, abs on display as he changed into a better looking shirt.

"Yah, wake up!"

You glare at him as he startles San awake, who holds you close protectively in his delirium, still scared of the run in you had experienced with HalaTeez months ago. No matter how much he swears to the lot of you that he doesn't feel guilty, the way his eyes sadden when he focuses on the scar over your left brow for too long gives it away. Hala-San, as you call him to real-Sans dismay, had tricked you all too well and after that... you couldn't look at the real, loving, caring San for weeks. You had to split off with Mingi and frequented a bar, drinking away any memory of Hala-Sans torment until Hongjoong found you and picked up the pieces when the bottle ran empty.

"You dick," San rasps as he rubs your sides, his gentle touch a contrast to the way he gives his cackling boyfriend the stink eye.

"Rise and shine, Sannie~" he teases, buttoning up his shirt and soothing his long hair down, "time to get your ass whopped again."

"Oh, like you'd do any better! You'd be demolished!"

You let out a sigh and slide out of the van, soothing your dress- which in reality is Jongho's shirt with a belt around your waist. "I'll be signing in." You speak shortly before wondering off, leaving them fighting more than ever over how they upset you.

San insists it's all Wooyoungs fault for being such a whiny shit.

Wooyoung is adamant that San is at fault for hogging all of your attention.

They go back and forth for a while until a Strickland patrol vechile speeds by, spooking the both of them into the building.

Wooyoung immediately wraps his arms around your waist as they find you bent over signing Sans pseudonym, DJANGO, into the fighting brackets. San is busy eyeing everyone around you, both in suspicion of Halateez and Strickland and simply to scope out his potential competition.

"Entry fee is three k," the woman on the other side of the pop-up table looks as if she's ready to kick your trio out in a single breath when you don't provide the money, eyeing up Sans messy tank top and your days old makeup with distain.

"That's it?" You pout, tutting your tongue as you turn away from the rude woman, sighing dramatically as you dig into Wooyoungs pockets, grabbing hold of multiple tightly rolled wads of money.

Both of them smirk at your antics, so clearly eager to prove this stranger wrong about her preconceived notions about you and your lovers as you count the wads, dropping a few down before skipping past her with a wave.

The crowded arena does nothing for Sans anxiety, his eyes scanning at a million miles an hour as he keeps a possessive hand on the small of your back. Wooyoung has similar feelings as he drapes his arm over your shoulders in a way that clearly shouts, 'don't touch' to anyone who looks your way. You feel much safer on the other hand, both of your boyfriends touching you at once for the first time in what feels like ages, both ready to toss themselves infront of danger if it presents itself.

You all squeeze your way to the front, right up to the edge of the ring, where a fight is already taking place, one of the men nearly teasing the other with the way he bounces around on his tip-toes, not letting the other get a single touch in.

"She said not many fighters showed up," you practically have to yell for the men to hear you, "Strickland cracking down again!" You explain loudly, rubbing Sans lower back in an attempt to comfort his nerves as he stretches his wrists. Wooyoung has split off to make bets with other players, making sure to stick out like a sore thumb with his flashy shirt. "Might have to find a new income soon if they don't back off!"

He sighs, rolling his head back and stretching his neck out, letting you admire the freckles on his skin that he knows you love.

As the quick moving fighter finally wears out his opponent, he gets sloppy, and he starts getting hits in. You slide behind San and hide your face in his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and stroking his stomach softly. "I hate that you have to do this!"

He holds his hands over your own and rubs his thumbs over your skin, watching the man who will clearly be his opponent wailing on the other man.

"Got nine grand riding on you tonight, Babe," Wooyoung slides back into the conversation, cupping the back of Sans neck.

Although they had their on and off moments, he would always be in tune to his emotions and try to calm him. And trying to keep the peace was even more worth it when you were around. Usually, they had Yeosang as a voice of reason but he was off with Seonghwa doing God-knows what in preparation for your next mission.

Being apart was straining and stressful for every last one of you. But groups larger than three were banned by Hongjoong after four of you had caught Halateez's attention a few months back. He didn't want to risk it again and he certainly didn't want to risk a group of nine most wanted outlaws being together. The combined reward for your captures was the largest amount of money you had ever read. You weren't sure how to even pronounce it.

It was almost an entire year of being in hiding.

You didn't know how much more you could take.

"- DJANGO!!" The name catches your attention over the blaring speaker. How was he up so early? You peek around San and see the fast man catching his breath in the opposite corner. Blood being wiped up and a limp body being carried out.

"We can always find a new way to get money," you scream to San as he rolls out his stiff shoulders, whining as Wooyoung pulls you away gently. "Seriously, Sannie!"

"He'll be okay, Darling," Wooyoungs chaste kiss to your head does nothing to calm your raging nerves as San bends down and slides into the ring. You pull away in a hurry and hop up on the ledge, grabbing his top over the ropes.

"Forgot something?" You lean your torso over and immediately take San into a heated kiss, his calloused hands cupping your face firmly and pulling you close. People all around whistle and call loudly, a blush creeping up Wooyoung neck as he watches your lips meld together.

It been almost a year on the run. Almost five months since any of the three of you have touched one another in an intimate, primal way.

He doesn't know how much longer he can take it. When you crawled into his lap earlier he nearly took you right there.

You always do something after a needy kiss that makes every single one of them feral.

You lick up Sans lips to his cheekbone and moan.

People start nearly howling, and his opponent looks antsy.

"Fuck him up, Baby," you cup his chin in your hand as you block out the world around you for a moment and take one last good look at him before you know you'll go away during his fights. You can't bring yourself to watch no matter how long he's been fighting. But that doesn't mean you won't hype him up while you can.

You slap his shoulder softly, making sure to make it look harder than it was in reality before giving his fist a gentle kiss.

"Fuck him up," you repeated before hopping down.

The van door opening makes your head snap, setting away the headphones that play Yeosangs violin melody.

"Hey, how'd ev-"

San jumps on you before you can finish greeting them properly, kissing you deeply and feeling you up like it's the first time he's ever touched you. The clotted blood on his lip doesn't discourage either of you, the pain only stirs him on as Wooyoung climbs in and slams the doors shut behind him.

The dull thud of the duffel bag he drops makes you look over, San letting you breath and nipping at your neck and jaw instead. "Holy shit, Baby, you won?!"

"Fuck yeah, I did, Beautiful," he moans breathlessly, holding himself up above you to speak with a sultry purr, "let me spoil you." He looks over to Wooyoung lustfully. "Both. Let me spoil you both."

Wooyoung smiles at him. Genuinely. For the first time in weeks.

If there's one thing that makes him weak it's being spoiled by his lovers. So when San lifts you up and settles you in his lap and climbs into the drivers seat, he doesn't complain: he simply dives into your lips like a man starved.

And he is, lips suctioned onto yours so deeply and passionately that neither of you notice as the van lurches to life and begins speeding away. You fall to the floor ontop of him and hold him tightly. Like he's an illusion that will disappear like smoke if you let go.

He body feels so right on yours. Clinged together on the shag floor. Melting together. The outside world and all of its problems fading away as his hands wander your body.

How you've managed to keep your hands off one another for this long is a world's greatest mystery.

"Fuck," he moans as you lap at his lips, his hands sliding up the edge of your dress and cupping the round of your ass. "Fuck, Princess, please," he whines.

You can hear the smirk in the way San chuckles from the front seat, but it doesn't stop him from speeding up. He loves how whiney Wooyoung gets just as much as you do.

You clumsily undo his bottoms and pull them down just enough to press your heat to his growing bulge. The thin layers of cloth separating you doesn't stop the feral groan that he lets out, holding your hips with a bruising force as he grinds up into you. If anything, the soft fabric pressing into your clit with each of his uncoordinated thrusts makes it feel more euphoric.

"Oh, God~"

The soft moans you let out have Wooyoung rock hard and San palming himself. "Ffffuck, Baby," you groan, hugging his neck tightly as his hips buck below you.

Everyone got the 'Babyyy' treatment when they were good or needed a pick me up. The way it rolled off of your tongue was like a drug to them. Even more so when it's so deep and passionate. Even more so when their cock is pressing against you.

Sans eager left turn has the both of you rolling on the floor, laughing as he apologizes loudly from the driver seat. "Sorry, continue!"

"You heard the man," you laugh from below Wooyoung, "continue."

And he does, burying his face in your neck and biting and licking and sucking as he rubs his bulge against you like it's the last human touch he'll ever experience. "M'cum," your moan has him rolling into you with a new purpose in life, nearly growling as he holds himself back from painting his underwear white, "shit, Youngie!" You wrap your legs around his waist tightly as you release, shivering and shaking with your jaw slack.

He isn't far behind by even a second, his gut clenching as he turns his bottoms sticky with his own pleasure, panting into your ear as he continues to roll into you, drawing out your euphoria and making you mewl out, clawing at his scalp.

In your bliss, you fail to notice that Sans parked outside of a double story motel and ran out with a wad of cash, clearly in a hurry.

Yours hands are wrapped in each others hair, breathing deeply with your foreheads pressed together, almost as it trying to meld your souls together with passion.

The doors behind the both of you open and flood you in the neon light of the motel signs, and you peek around Wooyoungs frame as he falls over you protectively from what he thinks is prying eyes. "Sannie~" you call, making Wooyoung relax ontop of you.

"You alive, Foxy?" San teases as he climbs in and crawls to you both.

"Mhm," he moans into your jaw, "very alive." He gasps as San pulls him away from you by his neck, taking him in a feverish kiss as you watch on in awe. You can tell San his slipping his tongue into Wooyoungs mouth by the way he holds his jaw open, the way Wooyoung grinds his bulge back into you.

"Youngie, Baby," you whine as he rolls his self into your swollen clit, but it only makes him go faster, his hands finding purchase on Sans waist. "Ah s-" You writhe below him, stopped when one of Sans hands comes and holds you in place by pressing on your stomach: all the while he never opens his eyes or pulls away from your boyfriend. "Fuck, please don't tease!"

He chuckles into his lips, gently stroking his neck. "C'mon, I got us a room for a few days."

Wooyoung begrudgingly slides out of the van, gathering your few bags and bouncing in anticipation as he fixes his pants to the best of his ability. San scoops you up to his chest and you cling to him like a koala bear, kissing all over his face as he carries you up the stairs and down the balcony hall.

Wooyoung drops the bags at the entrance of the room and immediately goes to investigate the single bedded room and bathroom before urging San in, latching the door shut behind him.

You're dropped to the bed and bounce with a soft laugh, opening your legs wide to fit Sans large frame as he slots himself between them. Wooyoung slides next to you and is immediately latched onto your neck as he unbuttons your dress.

"Ah fuck," you mewl out, cradling his head close as your head spins, San slipping off your panties and shimmying down. He holds your thighs apart as he licks a slow, deep stripe up your soaking heat, reveling in the way you moan for him. He wastes no time diving in and eating you out like it's his last meal. His tongue flicking and swiping against every inch it can reach. His nose pressed against your clit as his head bobs.

You're lost in the pleasure between your legs so much so that you don't notice that you and Wooyoung are both naked until he climbs onto your stomach, his hot member gliding between your breasts. Despite how long it's been, your body has its muscle memory from how often you two would do this.

You cup your breasts and push them together, encasing his length in the soft flesh as he grips the headboard roughly, the tip of his cock leaking on the base of your collar bones.

It's hard to appreciate just how beautiful he is while San is ravaging your cunt with his tongue, but you manage. Looking up with blown irises, he's so pretty. His long hair softly framing his face, bouncing with each of his rough, slow thrusts against your supple skin. His swollen lips parted with moans. Toned abs expanding and constricting as he heaves.

"Foxy," you whisper out, catching his eyes with a deep blush on both of your cheeks, "so pretty, Baby."

He curses loudly and reaches one hand down, cradling your face so gently in comparison to how he fucks your tits. "My woman."

The words make your eyes roll back, a wave of your arousal coating Sans tongue as you cum, gripping your breasts tightly and whimpering out as the sensations continue well past your peak.

Wooyoung wills himself to hold back from cumming until he's told, and San holds himself back as he laps up your juices-grinding his hardness onto the bed slowly. Both of your moans are a magic melody to him, and he can't help but crave more. He pulls away and joins Wooyoung over top of you, wrapping his arms around the younger man and spooking him. He slides his hands up his naked torso teasingly slow, grinding on his backside.

"Shit, Babe," he groans, tossing his head back on his shoulder and simultaneously trying to bury his cock in your warm skin and grind back on San's bulge. "Fuck, I ne-"

"Cum, Youngie." The command from the both of you at the same time has him painting your collarbones and neck in a millisecond flat, jaw slack as San continues to stroke him even as his hips stop.

"Fuck, fuck, please, oh my God," he stirs back to life from his void of pleasure as you bend your neck and lick his sensitive tip. He tries to back away only to bump right into Sans girth on his bare backside. "Oh God~"

"Need a breather, Sexy?" San coos as he slowly moves Wooyoung off of you, already knowing that he can't cum back to back. He needs at least five minutes at that's all San needs to get you ready for what's about to come.

Wooyoung comes crawling back into you, lapping up his own seed with a quiet moan as San slides down your body and hooks your legs over his hips. "Ready, Darling?"

"Yes, holy fuck am I ready, please give it to me," you babble on, only silenced as he inches into your sopping core. He's by far the girthiest man you've even been with. And the stretch always feels so delicious.

Wooyoung takes advantage as your jaw falls open, leaning over you to drip all of his release into your mouth. The moans and whimpers of pleasure are unstoppable as you swallow all of it down eagerly, hands wrapped up in his hair and pulling him impossibly close. His body follows his head, almost snuggling you as he presses his body flush to your side, one leg hooked over your hips as he grinds his hardening member into your hip.

It's all so warm and welcoming, a familiar and comfortable feeling washing over you along with the overstimulation of your third orgasm building up as San thrusts into you with a steady slow pace. "Fuck," you moan into Wooyoung, "so big," you whimper as your cunt uncontrollably clenches around him. He swallows up all of your noises as he moves his lips against yours zealously, and sneaky hand rubbing the column of your breasts and up to your neck, simply resting: bouncing with each of Sans increasingly rough thrusts that bounce your body.

"Take me so well," Sans praise has you leaking onto the blanket, panting like crazy and slapping at Wooyoungs shoulders as he bites at your lips hungrily, "pretty Angel, made just for us, hm?"

"Mmhmph-" Your affirmative moan turns into a yelp as Wooyoung tightens his hand over your neck.

Damn them. When they decided to be on the same team they were almost scary at how well the schemed without even speaking a single word. San held your hips in place and drilled into you. Wooyoung assaulting your ear with kisses and bites, squeezing your neck in time with Sans hips.

"Pretty Angel looks like she wants your cum," Wooyoung teases as you swirl your hips in Sans hold, holding you down securely with his hand pressing your neck into the mattress as he looks down at where you're connected.

"Mmh, she does," San groans loudly, hips snapping into you needily, "looks like a bitch in heat." His words make both of you moan out, your eyes rolling into your skull for a moment before he buries himself to the hilt and stops.

"No, no, no, please! I wasn't going to cum, pleaseee, Sannie Baby~!" If there's one thing that gets San off, it's when his lover begs him for permission. When their with someone else- cum as much as you like. But with him? Grovel at his feet and beg him for a release only he can give you. "Fuuuck, shit, please, I need you, fuck me!"

Wooyoung watches you with gazed over eyes, holding you still as you attempt to writhe and get more stimulation. "She wants it's so bad, Babe~" He smirks as San, a look that makes his cock twitch inside of you, You muster up your best begging pout and let go of him, reaching for San's hands that are gripping your hips with a bruising force as he holds himself back until he's satisfied with your begging.

"I want you to make me cum, please, Django?"

All of the breath is fucked out of your lungs as he pounds into you. Fast and hard and nearly animalistic in the way he buries himself in your sopping heat with a string of curses, his fingers interlacing with yours in a soft intimacy that makes your head fuzzy. You can barely moan, how good it is. But he knows. Wooyoung knows.

As you finally come to your senses and scream out with your release, the whole district must know how well Django is fucking you.

He stops himself with a deep groan as your walls flutter and clench around him, squeezing your hands to ground your soul to your body as Wooyoung dips his head and laps at your hardened nipples. You squeeze his hands tightly, arched off of the bed in pure ecstasy as he fills you with his warm cum.

San slips his arms under your arched back and holds you close to his chest as he flips the two of you, a squeal of pleasure leaving you as he hits an all new angle. He holds you securely as he looks at Wooyoung, almost silently communicating.

He slips behind you, the feeling of his leaking tip prodding at your stretched hole has you gripping Sans shoulders tightly, rolling your hips back into him. "Oh, fuck, yes yes yes yes y-" Sans lips catch yours and silence you as he ravenously slips his tongue into your mouth and licks at your tongue, feeding on all of your moans as Wooyoung slides in with him.

"So good, my woman," his mind is gone, unaware of how your walls grow slicker with his praise as he slowly sheaths himself into you fully.

He nowhere near as thick as San, but dear lord that man has length to make up for it. The both of them together is making your stomach feel hot, the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

San pulls away panting, his lips swollen and wet with your saliva. "Beautiful Angel," you official feel lightheaded as he cradles your face oh so gently as he moves his hips. Wooyoung follows suit, holding your back and fucking into you ruthlessly, rubbing against Sans girth inside of you like it's his favorite thing to do in the universe and it's about to be ripped away.

All you can do is moan and gasp with them, a melody that your neighbors must be cursing as the headboard bangs into the thin walls.

Your chest is pressed into Sans roughly, faces barely an inch away as you all move together. His hands cupping your cheeks and keeping you upright as your body threatens to give out. "Sannie, please, n'cum," he can just make out your slurs over the panting and slapping of skin in the humid room, the smell of sex already soaking into the air.

His brain is nearly gone as he feels Wooyoungs length twitch against him along with your cunt squeezing mercilessly, only nodding at the both of you for permission as he himself lets his soul float away in a wave of pleasure, squeezing you to himself possessively as he cums inside of you. Wooyoung isn't a moment behind, the second he feels Sans warmth flood you, his is joining. And the feeling of both of them soaking your womb makes you lose yourself, dunked in pleasure.

Wooyoung falls ontop of you, sandwiching you between their body warmth. San reaches around and hugs his arms around both of you, heavy breaths lulling you to sleep.

"Holy shit." Is all that can be said.

The next morning you decide to take advantage of the running water that San must have paid extra for, washing away the grime that stuck to you despite how many bird baths Wooyoung have you on the side of the road.

San, despite you and Wooyoungs best begging, went off on his own to meet with Hongjoong after he got a call on the prepaid flip phone in the middle of the night.

Wooyoung noticed you eyeing the bag of dirty laundry when you woke up and immediately offered to go wash them and grab some food for the both of you.

You're so wrapped up in the welcoming feeling of the warm water pelting your body that you fail to notice the door opening, letting the steam rise to the ceiling of the motel room. You sung one of Jongho's songs sung softly, the sound echoing on the fiberglass and acrylic shower wall.

"Darling?"

You grab the knife you left on the edge and swipe the shower curtain back. "Jesus!" Both of you yell. Wooyoungs hands fly up in a defense position as you aim the knife at him for a moment.

You flip it in your hand and hand it over to him by the handle, visibly relaxing as you see it's only your sneaky boyfriend. "Perv~" You tease before sliding the curtain shut dramatically. You can hear him shuffling around, and the sound of his zipper confirms your suspicions.

He steps over the tub edge and joins you, hugging you close from behind and kissing your neck gently. "Did you-"

"Mhm, foods on the bed, Princess." You laugh softly before turning in his arms and hugging his neck loosely.

"You're the best, you know?"

"I sure do~"

He reaches over you and grabs the travel size bottle of shampoo, cursing them silently because he will most definitely have to go get some more from the main desk before your stay is over. He lathers it up in his hands a bit before massaging your hair tenderly. "You miss them, don't you?"

His question catches you off guard for a moment, wondering just what he means until you realize that he must have heard you singing the song Jongho wrote all those years ago on The Illusion.

Those times were so much simpler. A group of pirates and the open sea. Beautiful blue water and all the time together that you could ever ask for.

"Don't you?" The way your eyes glaze over is enough to tell him. You miss them just as much as he does. You wish this would end just as much as he does.

"It hurts like hell."

"I know, Baby."

"I want to kill them."

Hala-Teez, the Strickland officials? All of them. "Me too, Baby."

He leans your head back carefully and rinses away the coconut scented soap from your hair gently. "I love you." You speak. Just above a whisper. But he catches it even over the raining water.

"I love you, Darling. This will all be over soon." He doesn't promise because he knows he can't. He doesn't know how long this situation will last. You could be on the run from Strickland and looking over your shoulders for Hala-Teez until your last breath.

"Joong will figure something out." You don't promise. Because Hongjoong hasn't. He can't. He won't promise something that he doesn't know he cant follow through with. He could be trying to come up with a plan for decades.

You stand in silence for a moment as you wash his hair gently before he speaks again, "don't cry, Love."

"What?"

When you look up, he's blurry. When did you start crying? How did this happen?

He closes his eyes and hugs you close with his head under the stream of steaming water.

After a small cry-session in the shower together, you and Wooyoung curled up in the bed and ate your takeout, watching one of the decade old dvd's on the laptop that Yeosang managed to get to you guys a few weeks ago.

The ban from being together for safety didn't stop small run ins with a familiar looking delivery man. Be it disguised as a food delivery man, a mailman, an exterminator- Yeosang always found a way to travel around the city and deliver small gifts from one member to another along with messages from Hongjoong when the phones were down.

A wave of laughter is cut off by a knock on the door. His hand immediately grabs a small hand gun on the nightstand as he stands, your own going to your knife that's sandwiched between the mattress and bed box as you slam the laptop closed.

"Delivery!" The voice makes you relax.

"Fucker," you huff as you jump over the bed and beat Wooyoung to the door and smile at the helmeted man. You can't see him, but you know who it is. "Goody~" You peek out into the halls and spot a few suspicious looking people, so you pretend to slip him some money before taking the box and take one last look as he walks away.

"Open it," he urges impatiently, nearly knocking you over to get to the pizza box as you set it on the small table.

Ontop of your favorite pizza. A small piece of paper. Sans handwriting.

let's bounce

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roncheg · 6 months ago

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Plot-bunny under cut (remember, it's just for fun!)))

thank you, dearest @rhysiana, for reading it through♥️

So,

Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship DESTINY. Its never ending mission: to explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life and new civilizations; to boldly go where no man has gone before!

A FEW SELECTIVE EPISODES:

EP#

Family drama! Mingi's parents are on board the ship by accident! The rich heir part comes to light! The marriage part comes to light too! Woo wins the betting pool!

Everything ends up alright, Mingi's parents are completely charmed by the goodest boy™ Yunho.

EP#

Obligatory pon farr episode - with little to no drama whatsoever - Yeosang quite logically chooses the most respectable, reliable candidate with a very promising future, interplanetary diplomat Jongho, and offers to fuck nasty. They do.

Woo is devastated!! He thought they were friends! He and San would have HELPED!!! WHAT IF Jongho DIDN'T TREAT YEOSANG RIGHT?! (San is nodding his head in accord).

Yeosang calmly answers that their concerns were unfounded and Jongho is a far better marriage partner with more prospects, giving his occupation.

Jongho: MARRIAGE?!

NEXT EP

Jongho and Yeosang come to an understanding after a calm, mature discussion.

Shovel talk from Woo during the next shore leave results in another (minor) interplanetary conflict due to a broken Holy Watermelon. The crew are forced to flee for their lives from the Holy Watermelon planet, San's quick reflexes saving them at the last minute. The Captain promises to throw everyone out the airlock IF EVER AGAIN.

EP# MIRROR, MIRROR

While exploring a new planet the crew comes into contact with a strange artifact, as a result during beaming up The Captain, Mingi, Woo and Yeosang change places with their counterparts in a parallel universe (STRICTFLEET XD), where the halateez crew is on a brink of starting The Revolution (but not yet! just their crew’s dissatisfaction is on the rise)^^

In the mirrorverse:

The Captain is immediately floored by hala-Seonghwa (because he has a goateeXDD) but he keeps his cool somehow. Not for long because it so happens that hala-Captain and hala-Seonghwa are, in fact, in an long-term loving relationship.

Hala-woosan are not together though! So hala-San is brought to tears by Woo's loud demands: “Where is your ring&! where is our wedding photo&! what do you MEAN SEPARATE QUARTERS?!!!!!” (at first hala-San thinks that Woo found out about his Secret Feelings and it’s a cruel jokeTT_TT).

But thanks to LOGICAL Yeosang and level-headed hala-Jongho everything becomes clear and the mixed universe crew begins to work on a solution. With a minor hiccup - The Captain kick-starts The Revolution and hala-NCC Destiny is now on the run.

Meanwhile, in our universe:

Hala-Captain is so belligerent that Seonghwa hyposprayes him on sight.

Hala-Woo is so distressed by an overly-affectionate San and his strange insider jokes about interrogation that he barricades himself in the engineering and calms down a little only when he finds his trusty multi-hammer:3

Hala-Mingi behaves very impudently, pulling Yunho on his lap, demanding whisky right on the bridge; Seonghwa hyposprays him just as a precaution.

But thanks to LOGICAL hala-Yeosang and level-headed Jongho everything becomes clear and the mixed universe crew begins to work on a solution (minus sleeping hala-Captain and hala-Mingi))).

Both crews' efforts are fruitful - first they find a way to multiverse-Skype and then to return to their respective timelines (there was some unauthorized multiverse phone sex first, of course))).

Right after returning, The Captain very politely asks Seonghwa to never grow any facial hairXD

EP#

Seonghwa turns into a lizard.

Woo suggests true love's kiss as a remedy. The Captain, red in the face, insists that Woo likes fairy tales too much for an engineer (San wanted to suggest true love's kiss too but now is secretly glad that he didn't).

After a whole episode of careful research, experimental DNA manipulation, and a tense negotiation with unfriendly aliens (and one true love's kiss from The Captain) Seonghwa is back to his original state.

He is.so.well.rested❤️

EP#

The Captain is lost!

Due to a transporter malfunction™, a shore leave party, including The Captain, is stuck on a wild, inhospitable planet; the only way to transport everyone back is an old model of transporter in an abandoned weather station; it is operated manually (via pressing The Button). The Captain sacrifices himself and presses The Button, everyone safely materializes on the ship sans The Captain.

It's impossible to reach the planetary surface on a shuttle - there is an obligatory and convenient magnetic storm in the planet's atmosphere.

The crew somehow finds a way to retrieve The Captain after a month of desperate attempts. He is alive and a little bit unwell; he ate bugs and drank dew drops for a month, after all.

Dirty, thin, and wild-haired, he immediately proposes marriage to Seonghwa right in front of the whole crew.

He is coldly rejected (for a week, Seonghwa is furious with him)!

After a week they are reconciled and hold a giant wedding.

San and Woo decide that they want a wedding night renewal of their own and accidentally fall on some lever in engineering. The ship goes off course but everyone is too busy celebrating to notice.

NEXT EP

The ship is in unknown space, everyone works hard to get back home; The Captain is threatening to throw everyone out the airlock.

The last scene: The ship is flying away into deep space, to explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life and new civilizations; to boldly go where no man has gone before!

There is a flag tied to the end part of the ship's hull, it reads "JUST MARRIED"!

(They are back to a known galaxy in a week; every regular member of the crew, beyond the main cast, resigns at the first stop on the next Federation planet).

#my art #fanart #ateez #star trek au #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #ateez yunho #ateez mingi #ateez yungi #ateez jongho #ateez yeosang #woosan #seongjoong #matz #yungi #jongsang #ATEEZ Trek

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sugawhaaa · 6 months ago

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YEOSANG FANFIC

Dead city::chapter 1

✩°｡⋆⸜₊˚⊹Opened wound

Warnings:: being chained (?) Yeosang gets mad really quickly and yells a lot

Genre:: angst, slow burn,

Synopsis::when on a trip to an abandoned city to take photos you come across a strange man tied in mountains of chains. After conversing with him you become empathic and want to help this man.

A/N::this is my first time writing smth kind of angsty, not like a love story. Yeosang is just a random man and your just a random girl/person (it's never said the gender but it's implied a few times that it's a woman)

Story note!! This is a mixture of the halateez lore and my own ideas. It's not really a lovers type of thing yet it's just an imaginative story :3

An abandoned and decaying wasteland of a city surrounded you. The only thing you could see for miles was a gray sky and desolate buildings. You held your camera up, snapping photos of these abandoned buildings and old materials around. You then stumbled upon a hat, a fedora. It was in rather good condition in comparison to the dead city. You take a photo of it and squat down to get the perfect shot of it. You stand up and look at the clear image on your camera.

You continue to walk through the city as you look through the images on your camera before stumbling upon a strange building. There was a clear pathway to walk up to it so you decided to follow it. As you walk along the path you look around the city. Abandoned houses with the curtains still blowing in the wind, broken glass from the window. What appeared to be a gas station with wires hanging in the window, the white walls stained with dirt.

You finally got to the entryway of the strange building and after looking at it for a while you realized it was an old stadium. You climbed up the steps cautiously as you held your camera that was around your neck. Once you entered the stadium there was a blank area in the center, a large oval shape with thousands of seats surrounding it. You turned on your camera again and snapped a few shots. As you did so you couldn't help but sense someone's presence. You look around the abandoned stadium before turning back to your exploration.

As you climbed up the rows of seats you heard a strange sound. The sound of metal being dragged on the ground. You turn to look all around you but the sound stops. You tread carefully over to where you heard the sound. The sounds started again and you concluded that it was the sound of someone dragging chains on the ground. You turn one of the corners to see a man.

He was dressed in dark blacks and browns. His clothes ripped and his hair was damp. Your jaw drops in shock and horror as you see the chains wrapped around his body. On each of his hands was a thick metal clasp with thousands of chains on each clamp. He had two massive chains wrapped around either side of his chest creating an X shape. His ankles didn't have nearly as many chains, about three on each ankle.

You look up from the chains to his eyes. They're full of cold rage. He looks like a beast that's about to pounce at any moment. You don't know what to say to him. You'd never seen anyone in a situation like this before.

"C-Can I…" you try to come up with something to say but he just continues to analyze you in disgust. His eyes then land on the badge on your chest. He steps back and grits his teeth, his fists clenched. "I'm not here to hurt you," you warn him, extending a hand out to him before stopping. He steps back again and gets into a defensive position. He grunts in response, hearing your words but not trusting them. "I'm just a photographer," you explain as you hold up your camera with one hand. His eyes dart over to the camera then back to your face.

He continues to judge you, whether to think of you as prey or predator. "Do you have a name?" You ask before setting your camera down. The man turns his head confused as he glares at you.

"Yeosang," he states in one clean tone. He then slowly sits down, landing in a puddle of water from the constant rain in the gloomy city. Your expression softens as you squat down to his level.

"Yeosang," you repeat, trying the name on your own tongue. "How long have you been here, Yeosang?" You ask as you keep a good distance from him.

"Months…maybe years," he explains with hesitation in his voice. It seemed like he hadn't talked to someone in a while. It was like he had to think of how to make the words come out of his mouth. Your face contorts in confusion.

"If you've lived for so long all chained up you must be receiving help of sorts," you think to yourself and Yeosang doesn't speak. "Someone has to be giving you food and water or something," you look up at him, awaiting his response. He turns his head with a grunt.

"I hate…them," he says with weakened eyes. You move closer to him to comfort him but he just jumps back, kicking up his knee to his chest as he sits on the cold concrete.

"Sorry," you sigh before looking up at him again. "Who are they?" You ask genuinely and he takes a deep breath.

"Government," he replies with anger. "Government is all I know," he says with a slight shake to his voice. He seems to be frustrated with the amount of words he can say. He needs to tell you more but he can't. He hisses under his breath and grabs a fist full of his chains.

"That's okay, that's a good start," you reply, nodding your head. "Do you know why you're here?" You ask another question. He seems triggered by the question. It seemed you were poking at a mental scar that hadn't fully healed yet. He just grunted and turned away from your gaze.

"Hala," he replies coldly. Your eyes widen at his words. Hearts awaken, live alive. It was the quota of an underground organization that strived to overthrow the government.

You look at him surprised and his shell instantly hardens again. "Go away," he growls as he sees the hesitation in your eyes. "If you don't like Hala, leave," he hisses. "I don't want your help!" He stands back up again and you jump back in fear. He looks down at your expression, your eyes shaking and your body low to the ground, crying for help. Yeosang instantly softens again. You reminded him of his younger self, in a similar position, crying to the ground. His breaths increase and he turns away from you. His chains rattled as he moved.

You sit there, trying to process everything. You grab your camera and make sure it's unharmed.

"Were you part of Hala?" You ask softly as you hold the camera to your chest. You watch Yeosangs back rise and fall as he takes a deep breath.

"I am a part of Hala," he corrects you. He didn't want to think of Hala as something of the past. They were still living, he would find his members, they'd win in the end.

"Right," you nod your head and keep a safe distance from him. You watch as he sighs, his body relaxing. "Are you hurt?" You ask, nothing red marks on his bare arms and back.

"No," he responds quickly and you sigh. You know he's lying but you can't just hold him down as you inspect his wounds.

"Do you want to be…free?" You ask. It seemed like a pretty obvious question. Of course he wanted to be free. He was chained up for so long he forgot how to speak and interact with humans. But deep down you know he's thinking something else as well.

"I…" he pauses before turning back to look at you, sitting in front of you again as the two of you talk. "I want to get out of these," he holds up his chains. "I want to see my family again," he explains, referring to Halateez. "But, I don't know where to begin. If I get out, where do I go?" He looks down at the concrete beneath the two of you.

You nod as you listen to him. He definitely needed to vent a lot. He hadn't seen a human in potentially years and the mental toll this whole situation would've taken on him. He has been chained up, forced to watch the city of life in the distance while starved and alone."What would I eat? Who would I talk to? When you asked if I wanted to be free, you were talking about my chains. I don't want to just be free of these, I want to be free of this world. I want to escape," he explains with a determined look. You nod, understanding his predicament.

"I have only one more question," you look up at him with sympathy. He node gently, telling you to continue. "What did you do to get caught? How did it all happen?" You ask. You know you're pushing boundaries a little but you really wanted and frankly needed to know. He turns to look away from you again.

"It's complicated. Hala had enough of the government and started a serious rebellious act. We hacked into the government's programs, ambushed them, broke thousands to millions of laws and it started working. People started second-guessing the government and we were heading in the right direction. One kid escaped from one of the schools that the government-owned but once they found out he had left because of our influence, they went crazy," he begins to tell his story, your eyes watching him as he explains it. "Groups of officials were on our case before capturing us one by one. The first time one of the members of Hala was captured we promised him we'd come back for him," Yeosang then sighed looking up at the sky. "But he still waits for us," Yeosang then clenches his jaw and looks in the distance to the city. "He's so close. Right there. Tied up in cords in a lab but he's alive," Yeosangs eyes fill with rage and determination.

You have to sit and think for a moment, processing his story. "I know you don't understand but I need him. I need to fulfill my promise," Yeosang stood up, his back turned to you. You watch as he stares often in the distant city of life. You sigh. You want to free him but he was a criminal and you were a goody two-shoes who always followed commands without question but lately, you've been second-guessing the government and its system.

"I want to free you…I really do but I don't even know where to start and…I could die if I set you free and then go back to the city," you explain sincerely. He sighs as you stand to your feet again. "But I'll be back tomorrow. I need to know more," you explain as you walk to stand in front of him. "I'll be back," you smile and he huffs, turning his head.

"It makes no difference to me," he turns back to hide in the shadows. He sits in his pile of chains as he watches you walk off. You become one with the fog as you run back to your house. Once you're out of his view he yells and hits the bleachers next to him. He was so close to escape but so far.

#ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #halal #hala hala #halateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez #yeosang x y/n #kang yeosang #yeosang x reader #yeosang #ateez angst

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honey-lemon-goose · 2 years ago

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Me rn bc that a/n had me giggling🫣💛

The author's note made me blush omg🥹💛 aisnjsbsjsjdiwiow "magical with art" girl stwwaaapp🫣😭💛 aisjissj not you thanking me!? Aksnksks uh thank you for being the sweetest ever oml🥹🥺 I love you so much omg you deserve the biggest bear hug and forehead kiss and copious amount of serotonin!!💛😘

How this fic made me feel:

'Clearly annoyed at your nosey antics.' AKSMSKSMKS making me feel like Woo and how he likes to be scolded by Hongjoong🫣🤭 'No matter where life dragged you, if Hongjoong was beside you, you’d always be home.' Lsmksnsks awwwhhhh that shit cute🥹😭 “Baby please, pizza it gets my creative juices flowing! The pepperoni helps me think." LMAO this makes me think of the video of Joong making heart eyes and saying "pepperoni pasta"💀 'Tilting his head back on the throw pillows, letting sleep take control of him.' This moment was super cute omg but the whole time I was reading it I was like "NooOoo the oven!! It's still on don't fall asleep!!"😭😭 “It’s probably just a short in the cord.” short in the cord my ass👀 it's g-g-g-ghosts!🤣 “Why would you cut it off?! I was listening to that! The screamo was just about to start!” aksnsksns how could he cut it off just before the best part oml, he is cruel for that!!😭😔 “There is a disease in the heart of man, the disease is human emotion.” OoooOooohh throwing in some ateez lore I like, I love, I live!!👀👏👏 “I’m going to use the bathroom real fast, then I’ll cut up the pizza.” Noooooooooo y/n don't leave Joong!!🫣😭 'Swiftly you swing at the shower curtain, punching it just in case someone was standing behind it.' IT'S THE FACT THAT I PUNCH THE SHOWER CURTAIN TOO BEFORE OPENING IT!!!😱 Can never be too careful frfr💀🤣 'The creepy feeling is licking every inch of your skin, saturating you in a strange feeling, Fear is now licking the bones of your spine, getting ready to feast upon you like you are its last meal.' These two lines made my physically shiver oml🫢 “The disease is human emotion.” sksndksnkssk isn't it ironic that he is causing them to feel even more emotion by scaring them!?💀 "Dragging you towards the television. He puts one leg into the screen dragging your body along with him.' It's giving The Ring vibes!! And I'm lovin' it!😗👏 'The apartment is now eerily quiet, with the muffled sound of a distorted version of Guerrilla playing. Is this the new world?' Aksnkdnd such a banging song too💀🤣

Are You Listening👂?

Pairing:Hongjoong x Reader

Genre:Thriller/Horror

Warning: Blood, Apocalyptic Theme, Body Part Removal

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: A/N: This idea was actually brought to me by my forever soulmate @honey-lemon-goose , @matcha-green-bear💙💛.She shared some of her amazing art with me and this was just one of the many excellent pieces she showed me. I saw it and instantly was like I have to turn this into a fic. My baby truly is magical with art. She made this piece in 2020..like truly chefs kiss. Thank you my love for the inspiration, and sharing your amazing artwork with me😘🥰.

“Stop looking outside.”

Your boyfriend speaks up slightly startling you, black and gray smoke filled all of outside, it looked like some type of apocalyptic, dystopian nightmare. The government had issued a warning to the world that was now currently being overthrown.

“I’m just curious as to what’s all going on out there Joong. It looks like hell.”

Sighing Hongjoong stands up, placing his phone down. Clearly annoyed at your nosey antics. Making his way over to you, grabbing you hand away from the drapes, pulling you away from the window.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back!”

Rolling his eyes, he kisses the side of your head leading you over to the couch in your shared apartment.

“I don’t think any amount of satisfaction is going to bring back the world.”

Smacking your lips in defeat, you press your forehead against Hongjoongs shoulder, sighing against him in disappointment.

“I don’t even remember what the world was like prior to this.”

He rubs light circles against your lower back trying to soothe you, not wanting you to break out into another rant about how the world is coming to an end. He presses a small kiss to your temple.

“I know..I know baby.”

The comfort in his warm embrace always grounded you, even with the world going to shit, his embrace was home. No matter where life dragged you, if Hongjoong was beside you, you’d always be home.

“Do you ever think things will go back to normal?”

You pull your head off his shoulder to look up at him, a nervous smile lays upon his face. He doesn’t want to lie to you but in the same breath he would tell you anything to make you happy. He lets out a small exhale. Pulling your body even closer to his, putting his forehead against yours.

“I don’t think things will ever be the same in the world but new creations may breed within the new world.”

Kissing the top of your head, he always knew what to say and how to say it. Your anxious state settles to a simmer. Nodding your head, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before parting ways to head to the kitchen.

“Dinner?”

Hongjoong watches you make your way to the kitchen before plopping back down on the couch, picking up his phone again.

“Pizza?”

He says tossing a glance your way, he always looked like a love struck puppy when you were out of the room. He enjoyed being within the same arm distance as you. Would he admit that out loud? No.

“That’s the third time this week you’ve wanted pizza Joong, you need to eat actual food.”

He lets out a small whine, tossing his head back, throwing a mini tantrum like he was a baby who just got told no more candy for the rest of the night.

“Baby please, pizza it gets my creative juices flowing! The pepperoni helps me think. In fact I’m almost done with the song. You are going to love it. I swear.”

Letting out a defeated sigh. You open the freezer, unboxing the third frozen pizza this week. Quickly shooting daggers at Hongjoong before finishing taking the plastic off the pizza.

“When do I get to hear this masterpiece?”

His whole face lights up, music was Hongjoongs passion, the aspiration poured from every pore on his body when he talked about it, he had a natural ear for music, any sound truly, he could make a song out of two pennies smacking the floor, and have it turn out to a masterpiece, you on the other hand didn’t know anything about writing or reading music besides what a treble clef was, yet he was always patient with you, showing you what notes did what, how you could chop and screw certain instrumentals.

“If I get my pizza I might be able to show you a snippet tonight.”

He bites his lip while wiggling his eyebrows. You let out a small laugh, all these years with Hongjoong had been anything but boring. Even if the world was ending at least it would end with you both going down together. Tossing the pizza on top of the pan, letting your oven preheat, you make your way back to the living room, plopping down right besides Hongjoong.

“Pizza?”

You lightly shove his shoulder before laying down on his lap. Closing your eyes.

“Yes pizza you baby, the oven has to preheat first.”

He leans down kissing your top lip.

“I appreciate you.”

He quickly nips the tip of your nose before leaning his body up, making himself comfortable on the couch cushion. Grabbing the tv remote, he decided to click a random channel on, looking for background noise while he edited his latest creation. Your eyes get heavier with sleep. Hongjoong takes notice bringing one arm down to rub small circles against your shoulder. Lulling you into a deep slumber.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but admire your sleeping features. The way your chest rose with each breath you took. The way your lips parted to take in a breath of air. You had him wrapped around your fingers, he was effortlessly in love with you. Putting his phone down, adjusting his position on the couch wanting to bask in this sleeping moment together. Tilting his head back on the throw pillows, letting sleep take control of him.

The sudden noise from the television causes you to stir, turning your body around you to wince lightly at the light beaming from the television. Sitting up, eyes barely cracked open, you poke Hongjoong lightly on the chest, causing him to lightly smack your hand away. Your eyes are now adjusting to the brightness of the tv. Static noise is bouncing off the walls in your apartment, causing your head to pulsate, shoving Hongjoong once more causing him to whine, cracking open his eyes slightly annoyed.

Grabbing the remote he turns the tv off, seconds pass by before the tv cuts on once more, static filling the room once again. Hongjoong sits up more, clicking the tv off once again, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“How long have we been asle-.”

The tv cutting on once more cutting him off mid sentence. Chills run down your spine, you are slowly getting creeped out. You throw a worried look at Hongjoong, his eyes not once leaving the tv.

“Hongjoong stop goofing around and cut the damn thing off.”

You whisper lowly.

Letting out a huff he raises the remote showing it off to you, watching him click the power button the tv goes off. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he was getting chills himself. Throwing a glance at you, almost like your emotions were rubbing off on him. Trying to shake it off, blaming it on the state of being woken up.

The tv cuts on once more static noise filling the room again. You scoot closer to Hongjoong, gripping the bottom of his shirt tightly. Not wanting to move away from him. Bringing a warm hand up he rubs your goosebump covered arm.

“Joong I’m scared…”

He bites his lip, choking down the eerie feeling dripping into his bones. Something isn’t right, you can feel the shift in the air. Should he say something to you? Or keep it to himself?

“It’s probably just a short in the cord.”

Standing up he moves towards the outlet, your hand still gripping the bottom of his shirt. Afraid to let him go, was it paranoia? Was it being startled awake that was making you uneasy?

“Baby you gotta let go of me so I can cut the tv off.”

He says through a small chuckle. Causing you to retract your hand. Making his way over to the outlet he unplugs the tv. Holding the cord in the air, waving it around.

“See I told you, probably a short in the cord, or maybe a bad outlet? This building is old as dirt. Plus with all the shit going on outside, I wouldn’t be surprised that technology starts acting up.”

His words reassure you, he always knew what to say and how to say it. Deciding it was best to let it go, you sink further into the couch. Hongjoong plops down next to you. Pulling your body close, missing your warmth. Leaving kisses on your temple, slowly moving down to your ear, nipping at your earlobe you let out a small groan.

“You know…I’m still waiting on my pizza.”

Letting out a huff you shove Hongjoong away from you, causing him to let out a high squeak of laughter. His body flopping over onto the back of the couch, wiping tears from under his eyes like he had just heard the funniest joke of the year.

Standing up you make your way to the kitchen that is now warmer than usual due to the oven being on this entire time. Grabbing the pan with the now defrosted pizza you toss it in the oven, closing the door with a swift bump of your hip. Making your way to the fridge. Grabbing two bottles of water.

“Let me hear a snippet of what you’ve been working on.”

“Nope.”

He says putting extra emphasis on the p. You roll your eyes making your way back to the living room, muffing his head lightly with the water bottle.

“It’s only fair, I woke up and instantly started making your pizza!”

Biting his lip, you can tell he’s slightly nervous, he never settled for just ‘okay’ work; everything he did had to be perfect before he even let anyone take a glance. His fingers anxiously move on the side of his thigh. He’s worried you will not be impressed with what he has, music is his life, but you are his world, even though you knew nothing about music he was still afraid of disappointing you.

He makes a move to grab his phone, throwing you a side glance muttering under his breath that this piece isn’t finished or even close to being done. Yet you could care less, you loved any and every piece of music he worked on, he was a natural. Some people are born with it, some people have to learn it. Joong? Made for it.

Unlocking his phone with a slight jitter in his hands, he goes to his files. You look as closely as you can get, seeing him click the title ‘Guerrilla’ a huge smile takes over your face, feeling giddy that soon you will be hearing the new musical piece he has been working on non stop. Clicking the play button the instrumental hits you right away, you are smiling at the screen of his phone.

You can feel his gaze on you, so intense you could’ve sworn the side of your head was smoking due to the intensity of his stare. Suddenly Hongjoongs voice is heard over the music he’s only a couple verses in before you hear a slight scream before he cuts it off.

You throw your hands up, slightly standing up in disbelief that we could cut it off right before his verse finished.

“Why would you cut it off?! I was listening to that! The screamo was just about to start!”

You say loudly, slightly raising your voice. You stomped your foot slightly, clearly annoyed with him, you kick his ankle slightly. He chuckles, relief washing over him that you were that into the song already. You huff making your way towards the kitchen, oven timer going off signaling you that it was time to grab the pizza out of the oven.

“Maybe when I get some food into my system I’ll maybe, and that’s a big fat maybe let you hear my full verse. May I mind you it isn’t finished yet.”

Tossing the pizza pan on the counter, giving it a chance to cool slightly before cutting it up. You make your way back over to Hongjoong, looking at him with a small pout.

“Can I hear your verse once more, please?”

Biting a smile back, unlocking his phone once more he restarts the song. Once the beat comes in you sit down next to Hongjoong, staring at him in amazement. Your eyes meet each others, sending a warm feeling to spread through your body. The movement ends swiftly due to the tv cutting back on, static noise filling the air. Rolling your eyes you pause the song.

“I thought you left it unplugged.”

Standing up you make your way to the outlet, pausing a couple feet before it. Looking down you realize the tv is still unplugged. A high pitched sound leaves the tv causing you to toss your hands over your ears. Quickly you back away, Hongjoong grabs your elbow making you sit down pulling you close. You were now frightened, the tv was on. How? It was unplugged. Suddenly the tv static cuts off. A voice starts talking.

“There is a disease in the heart of man, the disease is human emotion.”

Your eyes grow huge, heart officially sinking into your feet. Your stomach turns with uneasiness. You feel Hongjoong stiffen up beside you. The air is now thick with anxiety and terror. A group of men in fedoras appear on screen, faces barely shown; you couldn’t even make out their individual features, barely seeing their eyes. The screen glitches causing your breath to hitch. The voice coming from the tv once again repeating.

“There is a disease in the heart of man, the disease is human emotion.”

You clutch the side of Hongjoongs pants clearly terrified. Hongjoongs sweaty hand slips on his phone screen causing the Guerrilla song to start again, your eyes quickly shift down to his phone, the sudden noise causing you to jump slightly.

You move your eyes back to the tv screen to once again see nothing but static. The eerie voice comes out once again.

“There is a disease in the heart of man, the disease is human emotion.”

Hongjoong fumbles with his phone trying to cut the sound off, you grab his phone yourself, clicking the power button on the side to lock the screen, you are fidgeting just as bad as him. You look up at the screen, the fedora men have reappeared. You can’t see their faces yet you feel so much heat, so much intensity, so much pressure from them. The music is still playing, deciding it’s best to just power off the phone. Causing the room now to get completely silent.

“Hongjoong…”

He doesn’t say anything, he can’t. His throat his dry in terror, trying to brave a face for you, glancing down at you. Raising his eyebrows slightly. Signaling to you that you’ve got his attention.

“I’m scared…”

You whisper out so quiet, it comes out lower than a whisper. You look back at the tv screen, the sweat beading down your spine is a clear sign of fear, you are completely terrified. You want to get out of this room, out of this house, out of this world. You want to take Hongjoong, leave, and never return.

You two are attached at the hip. Not daring to leave any space between you two. The oven timer dinging makes both of you jump. Did you set another timer? You had pulled the pizza out to cool, surely no timer was needed. You send a tight lipped smile Hongjoongs way.

“Still want some pizza?”

You sat through a nervous chuckle trying to cut some of the terror tension in the room. He smiles at you, nodding his head. You get up and make your way towards the kitchen. Cutting the oven timer off, along with the stove. Surely you had cut them off earlier?

Pulling out a pizza cutter, placing it on the counter before you get a tingle in your bladder, forgetting you had blown threw the bottle of water earlier.

“I’m going to use the bathroom real fast, then I’ll cut up the pizza.”

You say while scurrying off to the bathroom, quickly trying to make your way to the bathroom before your bladder gives out on you. Hongjoong always joked about how your bladder was the size of a pea. Shutting the door behind you, the feeling of being watched sets you off. You live on the third floor. Surely no one could’ve made their way into your home without you or Hongjoong noticing, right? Swiftly you swing at the shower curtain, punching it just in case someone was standing behind it. Pulling it back swiftly you are met with your and Hongjoongs body care now on the bottom of the tub. Letting out a sigh of relief you pick up the bottles. Feeling like a fool for letting some weird tv glitch get to you in such a way. Spooking you in your own home.

Quickly using the restroom yet you can’t shake this eerie feeling, your fight or flight is on high alert. You finish your business rather quickly. Yet the fear that is now warping itself into your body is another story. The creepy feeling is licking every inch of your skin, saturating you in a strange feeling. Washing your hands you can hear a noise in the distant background, on the opposite side of the door. Pushing your ear closely to the door you can faintly hear the Guerrilla melody playing. Letting out a relieved sigh, Hongjoong must’ve cut on his song again to edit it. Drying your hands on your pants, as you make way to grab the knob, your brain starts yelling at you not to. Your body is on high alert. Thinking you were still scared from earlier you open the door. Fear is now licking the bones of your spine, getting ready to feast upon you like you are its last meal.

Stepping a foot out you look down the hallway. Has it always been this dark? This terrifying? This menacing? You slowly make your way down the hall, fingers dragging slowly against the walls. The closer you get the more you hear the muffled noise of the song. Stepping fully into the living room, Hongjoong is nowhere to be seen. His phone is stuck between the cushions in an odd position. You quickly glance in the kitchen not seeing him in there either. Surely you would’ve heard him pass by the bathroom door…right?

Something small and white catches your eye, in front of the tv is a white box, the size of an engagement ring box. Rolling your eyes you get giddy, was this his way of proposing to you? Was this whole thing a set up to throw you off of his proposal trail? You and Hongjoong had been together for quite some time. He never had a normal way of doing things. The fear now leaving your body you fully walk up to the tv, not even realizing the screen is black, like it has been fully turned off once more. On top of the box is your name in gold encrusted lettering.

Biting your lip, you look behind you, still no Hongjoong in sight, you assume he’s waiting for you to open the box. Completely missing the way a shadow moves in the TVs reflection. Biting your lip, nervous to open the box. You slowly take the top off of it, the box has layers of white and red stained tissue paper in it? Why was the tissue paper wet?

Slowly you remove the tissue, trying to avoid touching the wet substance on it. Fully uncovering it, you let out a scream, completely dropping the box, causing the item in it to fall out, smacking the floor with a wet smack. It was an ear, a bloody severed ear, wait…was that Hongjoongs ear?! Wiping your hands on your shirt, tears streaming down your face, moving back so fast, your brain is running on a million miles, not focusing on much you bump into a hard object, not sure what is behind you, trying to clear your eyes of the pouring tears that are clouding them. You catch the reflection in the tv it’s one of the men in the fedoras from earlier, before you can even scream. He wraps a hand over your mouth, squeezing your face tightly. Causing you to sob harder into his hand.

He brings his lips to your ear, you slightly shift your body forward trying to put as much space between the both of you as you can.

“The disease is human emotion.”

He quietly whispers into your ear. Causing you to let out a muffled cry once more. The tv clicks on, the fedora men appear on tv, you notice only one is missing. You drop down to your knees trying to scramble away from the man. Your face slipping out of his grip, his nails knick your skin as you descend. He grabs the back of your shirt before you can get away. Dragging you towards the television. He puts one leg into the screen dragging your body along with him. Clawing at the floor you are screaming for Hongjoong to help you, not even knowing exactly where he is. Before the fedora man can fully pull you into the tv you catch a quick glimpse of what is written inside the lid of the box that was holding Hongjoongs ear.

‘Are you listening?’ written in what you are assuming is his blood.

The tv glitches, reverting back to the tv static screen, no signal bounces back and forth around on the screen. The apartment is now eerily quiet, with the muffled sound of a distorted version of Guerrilla playing. Is this the new world?

A/N: Now before anyone says some…I know HalaTeez are good guys, welp…In here they are bad guys😀. We love a group of evil fedora men who overthrow the government. I spent all night working on this, having to take multiple breaks because I was slowly creeping myself out😂. When you are working on something at 3:30am… with lack of sleep your mind starts to become your enemy, I thought a fedora man was going to pop up on my tv at any moment. Once again thank you to my soulmate for sharing their work and letting me add it to the thumbnail. Hope you all enjoy💙!

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#kim hongjoong #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #hongjoong x reader #ateez horror #ateez hongjoong #Ateez #halateez #🍯🍋recs #Girl this was a roller-coaster!!#bc the genre said horror thriller but the beginning was giving me fluff!! Then everything went to shit and y/n got snatched!!!!😱👀👏#oml I cant believe this masterpiece came from you just looking at old ass my art🥹🥺#idk this tops all compliments I have ever gotten on my art!!😌👏#like what's more flattering than having something you've done inspire a whole other being to make art!!?😱🫠#Also I absolutely love villain Halateez!!🥰#What a fun little twist to Ateez's lore and having Halateez being the cause of the overthrowing ateez's world!!!👀👀#also any mention of an ear like when y/n said Joong had an ear for music or when Joong kissed and nipped mc's ear!! I was like oop👀#ajsnsjjs oml my love this was unbelievable amazing!!🥺🥹 You continue to leave me speechless with your amazing writing skills!!🤭💛💛

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