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mulletjoonsupremacy · 2 years ago

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so freaking adorable

［ ☆ athlete!au + artist!au — choi san

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✧ maybe you were wrong

✧ and maybe “maybe” is an understatement, because the way you feel about him now indicates that you definitely were wrong

✧ coming into college, you didn’t really intend to become buddy-buddy with any jocks, despite knowing not all of them had to be assholes

✧ but as an art kid, you felt like your hesitance was just a little warrented

✧ it was a few months into your freshman year, you’d become mostly settled into your routine and successfully avoided sporty assholes

✧ so when, on your way home from your late night friday work shift, the fan-favorite member of the college soccer team pulls up to you in his slightly crappy car

✧ you aren’t the most inclined to accept his offer to drive you home

✧ obviously, you weren’t blind, and choi san’s perfectly sculpted face and broad shoulders are absolutely tempting

✧ half of you yells that you don’t know him, and you couldn’t trust him despite his kind smile and the reasoning behind his offer; he said he wouldn’t want you to walk all the way back to campus alone in the dark

✧ the other half argues that he’s right, it’s dark and the chill in the fall air bites at the exposed skin of your face

✧ he doesn’t even push it when he probably notices the hesitance in your face as you size him up

✧ it's probably the poor choice you made on the way to work that gets you to climb into the front seat of his car—the wind is starting to win against the thinner-than-ideal jacket you put on and you’re afraid you’ll freeze to death before anything else

✧ he smiles when you thank him, telling you it’s no problem, you’re both going to same place anyway

✧ you almost bolt when you realize you have no idea how he knows you attend the same college

✧ he must have seen the alarm on your face and almost stumbles over his words to let you know he’s actually in your gen-ed english course

✧ you relax, though still surprised that he recognized you; you hadn’t even known he was in that class

✧ he asks which dorm you’re in, then lets you sit silence

✧ you’re surprised by that too, he thought he’d force conversation, maybe even say something stupid about your typical art-kid outfit looking weird

✧ but he doesn’t, he just asks if you mind if he turns up his music a little

✧ you say no, so he does and he sings softly along to the lyrics here and there

✧ that night was the first time you thought there was probably no reason to worry about his popularity on the soccer team

✧ so the next monday in english, you tried not to make it obvious that you were looking to see where he sits in the class

✧ you even smile when he catches your eye and waves

✧ that friday, you hear the honk of a car from behind you as you walk home in the dark again and almost jump out out of your skin

✧ you don’t see it, but san cringes out of guilt; he hadn’t meant to startle you

✧ it turns out he works practically the same friday night shift as you, just somewhere else, and he’s happy to keep driving you home to avoid the cold and the dark

✧ you’re still not too sure about it, but he’s just too kind to say no to

✧ throughout the next few weeks, you build a rapport with one another, he even picks you up directly from your workplace now

✧ steadily, he breaks nearly every jock stereotype you could have placed on him; he’s eager to hear about your art projects and thinks your outfits are cool

✧ he’s kinder than many of the other art students you’ve met and actually cares about passing his classes well

✧ basically, he’s perfect and you couldn’t have been more grateful to him for his help every week

✧ but, out of your own fault and prejudice, were still more willing to trust people over him

✧ you’re friendly with the girl, jenny, who sits next to you in ceramics and somehow the soccer match that weekend comes up in conversation

✧ you’re not surprised to hear that she hates sporty kids; you get the mindset she’s in

✧ but you are surprised when she specifically mentions san

✧ “he’s the worst of them i swear, he’s such an asshole,” she says

✧ “really?” you question “he’s been super nice to me, he’s a cool guy”

✧ you’re willing to defend him at first, because it’s true, he’s been one the nicest people you’ve met in college so far; he’s your friend

✧ “yeah, probably cuz he thinks you’re hot or something and wants you in his bed. either way, just trust me, he’s nice until he’s not. he called some not-so-nice shit a few weeks ago, i couldn’t even tell you why. be careful will him—there’s no way he has good intentions. have you not heard that about him before? he’s known to be a player, and we’ve only been here for four months.”

✧ and hearing that fucked with your brain

✧ you hate to admit it, but even after a long debate over what you heard and what you experienced, trust issues and immaturity win you over

✧ that friday, you text him telling you don’t need him to pick you up

✧ he replies in the same way he normally does, kind, understanding and unquestioning

✧ even that creates a small bubble of guilt in your chest, but you remember the way the girl in your class had elaborated on the things he said to her, and you don’t want to make excuses for him

✧ but you forgot about the whole part where, whether or not san picks you up at your workplace, he still passes you on the way home

✧ so when he sees you bundled up in your big coat and struggling against the strong winds carrying the promise of snow, he’s beyond confused

✧ he pulls up and rolls down the window despite the way it lets in the freezing cold air

✧ he calls your name, and you look up, only to frown at him

✧ “i thought you said you didn’t need me to pick you up? hop in, it’s freezing out there!”

✧ “no thanks, san! I don't need you to pick me up anymore, k?”

✧ there’s an edge to your voice that he’s never heard before

✧ you begin walking, so he moves his car along with you

✧ “wait! at least tell me why. did i say something? i’m sorry, but you can tell me if i did something wrong and i’ll do my best to fix it, i swear!”

✧ he sounds so genuine, you question how he could have said the things to jenny

✧ but he must have, why would she lie about it?

✧ “you probably did a lot of things, san.”

✧ “please, i don’t know what you’re talking about. at least let me drive you tonight, okay? get in and we can talk about it, yeah?”

✧ you chew at your lips, not sure what to do. it’s tempting to be petty, but his voice of reason makes it easier to see you might be being immature

✧ you huff out a sigh. “fine.”

✧ climbing in, you’re secretly grateful for the ride; your legs are tired after a long day

✧ “what’s up, huh? friends talk with each other, right?” he rolls up the window and looks over to make sure you’ve got your seatbelt on

✧ you sigh, “yeah. yeah you’re right.” just being with him reminds you of how you should have acted in the first place

✧ “i should have just talked with you. this girl in my ceramics class, jenny, she told me some shit about you and it scared me that it was true”

✧ he frowns at that, “kwon jenny?”

✧ “yeah”

✧ “well, she definitely doesn’t like me. can’t say i’m surprised. i don’t know what she said i did, but i can tell you it’s not true, at least it’s definitely not as bad as she made it sound. a few weeks ago i confronted her about screwing over wooyoung.”

✧ “what do you mean?” you ask, immediately recognizing the name of san’s best friend

✧ “they dated for like a week before wooyoung found her making out with someone else at a party. so yeah, i was probably meaner to her than i should have, but i wouldn’t call her the nicest person either.”

✧ “oh. gotcha. i’m assuming you didn’t call her a bitch then?”

✧ “god, definitely not. jeez, what else did she say? y/n, i swear i’m a nice person, you know that.”

✧ he sounds afraid of what you think of him

✧ “she called you a playboy… seems a little hypocrytical.”

✧ he laughs a little, surprising you

✧ “i, uh, i haven’t dated anyone in over a year, nor have i really tried to. until recently.”

✧ “first of all, i’m sorry i believed her over you, i don’t even know her that well. thanks for making me talk to you and thanks for bringing me home. i think my legs would have fallen off. second, what do you mean by that! tell me more, friends talk about things, right?” you say, echoing the same thing he had a few minutes prior

✧ you’re eager to move past your blunder and back into your smooth friendship, despite feeling a little disappointed he’s been crushing on someone else

✧ “well, you’re welcome. and i forgive you, but don’t do it again, yeah?”

✧ “of course. now who has caught your eye mr. choi san??”

✧ “i’ll tell you later,” he teases

✧ “nooo, tell me now!! i have to know”

✧ “you will, just not now, okay? this payback for you trying to avoid me because of rumours.”

✧ you can’t really argue against that, and he’s right, you will come to know and it’s certainly not what you expected

✧ because the next week, he’s waiting by the door when you close your shift, holding flowers

✧ his smile is somehow confident and bashful at the same time when he tells you it’s you he’d like to date, if that something you’d want too

✧ he probably almost died of a heart attack when you kissed him on the cheek and told him yes, you’d like that very much

#soft san #san fluff

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alxtiny · 8 months ago

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can you do which ateez habit you would have picked up from being around them for too long?

I struggled with this more than I should have I’m sorry 😭😭😭😭 Happy reading!!!

Habits you pickup from Ateez

Synopsis: little habits you pick up from ateez

Pairing: ateez members x gn!reader, idol au

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: none:)

masterlist

• Hongjoong

Falling asleep in random places

You never thought you'd pick up such a peculiar habit from Hongjoong but here you were, dozing off on the couch in his studio. It had become somewhat of a routine lately. Hongjoong often found himself working late into the night, composing music and writing lyrics, and you couldn't bear to leave him alone. So, you stayed up with him, keeping him company and offering moral support.

Tonight was no different. The studio was dimly lit, save for the soft glow of the computer screen where Hongjoong was tirelessly tinkering away. You sat beside him, occasionally offering words of encouragement or fetching him a snack to keep his energy up. But as the hours passed, fatigue started to weigh heavily on your eyelids.

"You okay Y/n?" a familiar voice chimed in, bringing you back from the brink of slumber.

You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the drowsiness. "Huh? Who? What?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

Seonghwa chuckled softly and gestured towards you. "You fell asleep in a chair, I think you’re spending too much time with Hongjoong. You should get some real rest before you start falling asleep in random places, like him, too."

Glancing over at Hongjoong, you realized he was completely absorbed in his work, oblivious to the conversation happening around him. You laughed sheepishly, realizing Seonghwa was right. Lately, you had indeed found yourself dozing off in various places – the couch, the kitchen table, even leaning against the wall.

"It's just... I can't leave him alone when he's working so hard," you explained softly, a small smile playing on your lips.

Seonghwa's expression softened as he understood. "I know, and I'm sure Hongjoong appreciates it too. But you need to take care of yourself as well, okay? "

You nodded, grateful for Seonghwa's concern. As you settled back into the couch, you made a mental note to try and get more sleep, even if it meant leaving Hongjoong to his work occasionally. But for now, you allowed yourself to succumb to the comforting embrace of sleep, knowing that Hongjoong was just a few feet away.

• Seonghwa

Acting motherly towards the members

Seonghwa watched with a bemused smile as you flitted around the dorm, straightening pillows, picking up stray socks, and tidying up the kitchen. It was a sight he'd grown accustomed to – you, inadvertently taking on the role of the dorm mom, just like he did. It wasn't something you consciously did, but rather a habit you'd picked up from spending so much time around him and the other guys.

You had a thing for neatness and sometimes acted much like a mom in your friend group, but lately, you found yourself slipping into Seonghwa's shoes more often than not. It was something he found endearing and amusing, seeing you scold the other members for leaving their belongings strewn about or for forgetting to do their chores.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Seonghwa asked, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.

You turned to him, a blushi tinting your cheeks, wondering just how long he had been watching you. "Oh, just tidying up a bit. It was a mess in here."

Seonghwa chuckled softly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You don’t need to do all that, you know"

You laughed, shaking your head. "I can't help it. You guys are like family to me, and I just want to take care of you."

The other members wandered into the kitchen, groaning as they saw you fussing over the cleanliness of the space.

"Come on, Y/N, we already have one Seonghwa," Yunho teased, flashing you a playful grin. "We don't need you turning into another one."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at your lips. "I'm just trying to help keep things organized around here. Someone has to do it."

Seonghwa wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "We appreciate it, really. Just don't forget to take care of yourself too, okay?"

You nodded, leaning into his side. "Of course. But someone has to keep you guys in line."

The others laughed, knowing deep down that they were lucky to have both you and Seonghwa looking out for them – even if it meant enduring occasional scoldings for their messy habits.

• Yunho

Picking at or biting your lips

Yunho had always been the type to immerse himself completely in whatever task he was working on, often biting or touching his lips in concentration. You, on the other hand, had never noticed this about yourself until Yunho pointed it out one day.

You were sitting together at the studio, both lost in your respective work. You were so engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't even realize your hand had wandered up to your lips, fingers lightly touching and occasionally biting at them in a habit you had unknowingly picked up from Yunho.

"Y/N," Yunho's voice broke through your concentration, causing you to look up, startled. "Don’t do that," he said, nodding towards your lips.

Confused, you furrowed your brows. "Hmm? What do you mean?"

Yunho sighed, his expression turning slightly serious. "You keep biting your lips. You might hurt them if you're not careful."

You blinked, suddenly becoming aware of what you were doing. "Oh," you muttered, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck. "I didn't even realize I was doing that."

Yunho's lips twitched with amusement, but he quickly composed himself. "It's a bad habit. You should try to stop."

You couldn't help but feel a bit defensive. "Well, you do it too," you scoffed and pointed out.

Yunho's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked away. "I... I do?"

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. Maybe we've just been spending too much time together," you teased.

Yunho's embarrassment was palpable now, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Maybe," he muttered, unable to meet your gaze.

But despite the awkwardness, there was a warmth in your chest knowing that even your unconscious habits were intertwined with his. It was just another reminder of how close the two of you had become, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for it.

• Yeosang

Clapping while laughing

You and Yeosang had spent such a long time together and over the course of it, you became attuned to each other's habits, quirks, and gestures without even realising it. One particular habit of Yeosang's that seemed to have rubbed off on you was the way he would clap his hands when he found something particularly amusing.

The way your hands would subconsciously come together and follow the rhythm of your laughter felt natural and neither of you actually noticed how a habit, once Yeosang’s, was now shared by you.

However, that was until one lazy afternoon when Yeosang excitedly showed you his phone, "Hey, check this out," he said with a grin, pushing it towards your face.

Curious, you glanced at the screen, finding yourself staring at a Twitter thread created by an ATINY. The thread was a compilation of gifs and videos, side by side, showing you and Yeosang laughing together. What caught your attention, however, was the caption accompanying the thread: "Am I the only one who noticed that Y/N and Yeosang have the same adorable habit of clapping while laughing? #YeoY/N."

"Oh my god they’re adorable."

"They look like cute little seals when they're laughing together, it's like they're synchronised."

You couldn't help but smile and giggle as you scrolled through the thread, amused by how certain things never went unnoticed by their fans, even if you yourselves were oblivious.

Yeosang glanced over at you, his expression softening. "I guess we really do spend too much time together, huh?"

You chuckled, leaning closer to him. "Maybe. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

• San

Covering your mouth while laughing

It was just one of those habits you picked up without even realising it – covering your face while laughing. It was something you'd seen San do countless times, his hand rising instinctively to his mouth as his laughter bubbled up. Maybe it was the contagiousness of his joy, or perhaps it was the familiarity that made you do it, but whatever the reason, you found yourself unconsciously mimicking his actions more and more as time went on.

You didn't think much of it, not until one fateful day when you and San were doing a live stream together. The comments were flooding in, a flurry of emojis and supportive messages from fans all over the world. Amidst the sea of text, one comment stood out:

"OMG, look how they laugh the same! 😍 SanYn are the cutest! 💕"

Curious, you glanced at the screen, only to see San's eyes widen in realisation. He turned to you, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Looks like we've been caught," he teased, nudging you lightly.

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but there was also a warmth spreading through you, a sense of fondness at the thought of sharing such a small, intimate detail with San. "Guess we spend too much time together," you joked back, unable to suppress a smile.

But as the live stream continued, you couldn't help but notice how often you and San found yourselves laughing, your hands rising simultaneously to cover your mouths. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the bond you shared, the way you seemed to sync up without even trying.

After the stream ended, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to San’s cheek, you couldn't help but giggle at how much these little quirks affected you, maybe making life more comfortable along the way.

• Mingi

Making the 🥺 face

To the people outside, Mingi seemed to be very intimidating, with his deep voice and built 6ft stature but inside the comfort of his he couldn't be more different. He knew he was cute and he knew how to use it against people. One quick look sent your way with his puppy eyes and pouty lips and you would melt, at some point this habit of his rubbed off on you.

The members weren’t safe from it either, like when Seonghwa had just finished making a delicious batch of ramen for himself. The aroma wafted through the room, teasing your senses and making your stomach growl loudly. You and Mingi couldn't help but stare at the steaming bowl with longing eyes.

"Seonghwa hyung, that smells amazing," Mingi exclaimed, his eyes widening with hunger.

You nodded enthusiastically, finding yourself unintentionally mirroring Mingi's expression, your lips slightly pouting like the 🥺 emoji.

Seonghwa chuckled at your antics, shaking his head. "Sorry guys, this is just for me. I only made enough for one."

"But hyung, we're starving!" Mingi whined, his voice tinged with desperation.

You glanced at Seonghwa, your eyes pleading as you continued to unknowingly imitate Mingi's puppy-dog expression.

Seonghwa sighed, feeling the pressure of your combined adorable stares. "Oh no, I have to deal with two Mingis now, don't I?"

You and Mingi exchanged a glance before bursting into giggles, realising your unintentional synchronisation. Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh along with you.

"Fine, fine," Seonghwa relented, dividing the ramen between the three of you. "But next time, make your own!"

• Wooyoung

Smacking people while laughing

You couldn't help but laugh at the way Wooyoung told a recount of the recent Wanteez episode the boys shot, adding his own commentary in between. He always had a way of making you laugh wholeheartedly, even when you fought he would be the one to apologise first and crack a joke to make you smile. However, what you didn't realise was that you had picked up one of his habits along the way.

In the midst of your laughter, your hand instinctively swung out and smacked San's thigh, eliciting a surprised yelp from him. It wasn't until he looked at you with a mix of amusement and slight irritation that you realised what you had done.

"Oops, sorry, San!" you apologised, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you tried to suppress your laughter.

San rubbed his thigh, shooting you a mock glare. "I already have to take abuse from Wooyoung, and now you're doing it too?"

You couldn't help but giggle at his playful complaint, but Wooyoung nudged you with a grin. "Looks like my habits are rubbing off on you, huh?"

You chuckled, realising how similar you two acted these days. "I guess so. Sorry, San, I’ll try not to do that but I can’t make any promises." You winked at him.

San shook his head and scoffed at your mocking, a smile breaking through his faux irritation. "Ahh so much I have to go through,"

You and Wooyoung giggled at his words, knowing how much he loved you both the same, with the occasional physical abuse of course.

• Jongho

Scrunching your nose while smiling/laughing

As you sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you stumbled upon a video compilation titled "JongYn Couple Moments" ,obviously your curiosity got the better of you and you clicked on it, not fully knowing what to expect. What unfolded on the screen was definitely not what you were expecting, it sent a sudden blush creeping up your cheeks.

The video was a compilation of moments featuring you and Jongho, through the fans’ eyes, complete with dramatic commentary about how cute you two were together. Especially about the way your noses scrunched and crinkles formed around your eyes as you both laughed, with your faces making the same endearing expression.

You couldn't help but be amused as you watched, realising that you had subconsciously copied Jongho's habit of scrunching his nose when he smiled.

Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you. Glancing over, you found Jongho peering over your shoulder, his eyes fixated on the screen. As he watched the video, a wide grin spread across his face, small giggles leaving his lips.

"Wow, we really do look alike sometimes," Jongho remarked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You nodded, still giggling at the sight. "I never realized I picked up on your habit."

"It's adorable," Jongho said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "I guess I've rubbed off on you, huh?"

You chuckled, leaning into his touch. "Looks like it. But hey, I don't mind sharing a few habits with you."

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