#wooyoung 🖤

[domm1etae]

ATEEZ KINKS: WHAT ARE THEY INTO?

(aka: what kinky things i think ateez would like to do?)

welcome to domm1etae's kinktober SPECIAL

MDNI 18+ BLOG

pairing ✭ ateez x gn!reader

nsfw tags under

consensual kink dynamics, bondage, praise kink, size kink, possessiveness, edging, power exchange, and more

author's note: you thought I wouldn’t give you anything OT8, even after doing each member for a whole week? this is literally the cherry on top! mwah! what better way to end my Kinktober than by sharing the kinks I think ATEEZ would be into heheheh

Requests OPEN! - let me know through the ask button if you have any requests and if i can, i will write them!!!

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hongjoong: control & possession

When it comes to Hongjoong, control is a powerful turn-on. Whether it's guiding your movements or leaving you at his mercy, he thrives on dominance and enjoys a balance of power exchange, although he never fully gives it up.

Hongjoong enjoys bondage, tying you up so he can worship every inch of your body at his pace. He loves knowing you’re there, restrained, while he takes his time, whispering praises about how perfectly you respond to him. If you take charge, Hongjoong finds a thrill in tease and denial, loving the way you make him wait, his body tense as he anticipates more. He’s vocal—soft groans escaping as you edge him, his frustration mounting, eyes pleading for release.

Afterward, Hongjoong’s possessiveness kicks in. He’ll pull you close, whispering softly, leaving lingering kisses that remind you who you belong to, never letting you go.

seonghwa: body worship & sensory play

Seonghwa is all about showing affection through slow, deliberate movements. He’s deeply into body worship, treating your body like a canvas, caressing, kissing, and praising every inch with care. His goal is to make you feel adored from head to toe.

He enjoys sensory play, enhancing your pleasure through blindfolds or soft restraints, making sure your senses are heightened with every touch. He savors your reactions, his dark eyes focused on you as he slowly works you up, whispering sweet praises in a low, soothing voice. Seonghwa takes his time, his movements slow and steady, ensuring your pleasure is prolonged.

When it’s over, Seonghwa excels in aftercare. Expect lots of cuddling and soft kisses as he reassures you, letting the intimacy linger long after the physical part ends.

yunho: dominance & praise

Yunho’s size naturally puts him in a dominant role, and he enjoys using it to make you feel both small and protected. He loves praise kink, both giving and receiving. Whether he’s in control or allowing you to take the reins, Yunho wants to hear how much you’re enjoying yourself, and he’ll tell you exactly how much he loves how good you make him feel.

Physically, Yunho enjoys pinning you down or manhandling you with ease. His dominance is firm, but he’s always attentive to your needs. He loves seeing the way you respond to him, taking pride in the way your body reacts under his touch. When you praise him, it fuels him even more, pushing him to make you feel as good as possible.

Post-play, Yunho wraps you up in his embrace, murmuring soft praises about how amazing you are as he holds you close.

yeosang: submissive with a hint of brat

Yeosang loves to switch, but there’s a special thrill for him in giving up control. He enjoys being at your mercy, often letting you tie him up or tease him endlessly. But don’t be fooled—he can be a bit bratty. Yeosang will push back just enough to challenge you, daring you to take control and show him who’s boss.

When he’s the one in control, Yeosang takes a slower, more methodical approach. He enjoys teasing, drawing out the anticipation until you’re practically begging for him to take things further. His smirk gives away just how much he enjoys the power he holds over you, and he’ll make you wait until he’s ready.

san: rough play & possessiveness

San thrives on intensity and isn’t afraid to mix rough play with genuine affection. He’s into rough play, loving the push and pull of your bodies, the way he can pin you down or handle you however he likes. His possessive nature often comes through, especially when he’s being a bit rougher—he wants you to know you’re his.

San loves marking, whether it’s biting or leaving hickeys, he enjoys the idea of leaving visible reminders of his claim on you. Despite the intensity, San always makes sure you feel safe. His moments of possessiveness are often followed by soft, tender kisses, as if he’s making up for every bruise or bite mark.

Afterward, San is all about aftercare, running his hands through your hair and whispering softly to ensure you’re comfortable and cared for.

mingi: size kink & obedience

Mingi’s size is a major factor in his kink preferences. He’s into size kink, enjoying how small you feel in his arms, and how easily he can dominate the space around you. There’s something thrilling about using his physicality to make you feel smaller and more vulnerable.

Mingi also enjoys the dynamic of obedience—whether he’s giving or receiving orders. When he’s in control, he loves watching you follow his instructions, his voice deep and commanding as he tells you exactly what to do. But when the roles are reversed, Mingi can be surprisingly obedient himself, whimpering as he follows your commands, his large body trembling under your control.

wooyoung: exhibitionism & tease

Wooyoung’s playful nature makes him gravitate toward exhibitionism and teasing. The idea of being caught, or doing things in public spaces, excites him. He’ll often start teasing you in semi-public places, enjoying the tension that builds as you both try to stay composed.

He’s also a master of teasing, both verbally and physically. Wooyoung loves drawing out the anticipation, pushing you to the edge before pulling away just as you think you’re about to get what you want. His mischievous smirk tells you everything you need to know—he’s going to make you work for it.

He’s vocal too, always making comments that will leave you blushing, whether it’s soft dirty talk or playful teasing designed to push your buttons.

jongho: edging & control

Jongho enjoys being in control, and he’s particularly into edging. He loves the power that comes with keeping you on the edge, bringing you close to release only to pull you back, over and over again. His patience is unmatched, and he finds pleasure in watching you squirm and beg for him to finally let you finish.

But Jongho also enjoys giving up control, letting you edge him until he’s groaning in frustration, his usually calm demeanor breaking as you keep him on the brink. He loves the challenge of maintaining control over himself, though eventually, he’s at your mercy, his breaths shallow as he holds on for as long as he can.

[hwaslayer]

For you, some stress relief?

BAEEEE BYEEEEEEE I CANNOT HANDLE THIS—FJAIGFQIOGOGHHOOWGHGJOJF

[grimgrahams]

pink coquette gf & black cat goth gf

[iamfanfan]

© ATEEZ

[obsession-cb]

wooyoung: "ricky, are you still up?" + 2 ♡

-@welcometosector1

Ricky sighed and flopped over in bed again and again and again. It was too fucking quiet and the silence was deafening. Gods how missed that funny laugh.

At least once every hour for the last six hours he sent Wooyoung a text and each time his chest tightened as it went unanswered but he knew work was work… even if he didn’t know what work was.

Just as he started to fall asleep, a soft whisper of a voice sounded in his room. “Ricky, are you still up?”

“Waiting for you,” Ricky yawned and reached for the light. He was surprised to see the confident and proud man step back into the shadows. “Why are you over there? I’ve missed you.” The young man leaned on his elbow and threw the blanket back. “Woo? Babe?”

Ricky’s heart broke when his boyfriend backed away. He never backed away. Never. This was unacceptable. He crossed the room and grabbed the small man, tugging him into the light. What was left of his heart shattered at his feet.

A split lip. Black eye… and fresh bruises around his neck.

“What happened to you?” He grabbed the droids cheeks and examined him for more injuries. “Woo? Hey, babe, what happened?”

“Work.”

The look on his face let Ricky know he didn’t want to talk and that was ok. He didn’t need to but when he was ready Ricky would be there.

“I just did laundry tonight and I think I remember seeing your favorite one,” the tall man flashed his best smile and kissed his boyfriend on the forehead. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”

[uwooyoungs]

have literally been unable to stop thinking abt this photo.... good g o d

[kitten4sannie]

ateez and corruption kinks… that’s it I just had to let that out into the void

communion

pairing: priest! yunho x nun! reader (fem)

summary: priest jeong wishes to share another communion with the most beloved member of the monastery.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: for the love of god (lol) if sacrilegious smut isn’t your thing do NOT read this,, however if it IS wellll i got something good for you <3, wine drinking, but like, in an unconventional way lmao, nasty perverted dom! yuyu, subby cock hungry! reader (can we blame her tho?), implied sex slave training, oral (giving/receiving), deepthroating, finger sucking, cum eating, implied toy usage (the toy is um….well…a religious object…)

a/n: oh nonnie idt you realize what you’ve unleashed with that ask ^^ there’s nothing i love more than corruption 🖤 physical, emotional, psychological ughhhh,,, anyways writers block and some shitty real life stuff have been taking turns beating me up the past couple months so i thought this might be a good escape for me :3 i hope you enjoy <33

p.s: i’ll be posting two more fics with a corruption theme very soonnn,, one features perverted bsf wooyoung and the other involves frat boy sannie 🫶🏼

song rec: take me to church - hozier (i mean come on….)

No matter how dark the communal church grew in the late hours of the night, the bright light of the moon still shone through the fragmented mosaic glass, now casting a myriad of gleaming crosses across your face and body as you sat on your knees upon the altar. You raised your hands up to begin worshipping your Lord in the way you were taught by Father Jeong, gingerly opening his robes to unveil the point of your focus.

Yunho lifted up a ceremonial bell and rung it once, his robes pooling around his feet, watching as your thighs squeezed tightly together underneath your heavy garments, your shaky exhale fanning over his exposed, twitching cock, finding the unyielding look of pure lust inside your eyes to be so beautiful he could shed a tear. Over the many, many communions you’ve shared together, it seemed that the bell reminded you of your loyalty to him and to your shared savior, of the pleasure you shared all in the name of God.

He pushed your veil off to expose your hair, before he placed his large hands on either side of your head, his long, slender fingers wrapping securely around it. “And, what do we say now, Sister L/N?” he asked softly, as though he were testing you, dragging his tongue over his top set of teeth, letting out a few heavy breaths.

“O’ Lord, for which I am about to receive, is truly your most precious Body and your life-giving blood, which, I pray, makes me worthy to receive for the remission of all my sins and for everlasting life,” you recited your prayer like many times before, the wetness between your thighs everlasting, watching Father Jeong let go of your head for a second to pick up a chalice of wine from the ceremony table behind him.

Yunho held the gold chalice just above his waist, growing that much harder as the dark liquid began to pour down his long, curved length, spilling off of his sticky tip and dripping into your open mouth. “The Blood of Christ…” He watched you swallow it all down, like the obedient servant you were. Something this sinful simply had to be holy, didn’t it? He swallowed down the abundant saliva that filled his mouth. “Ahh?” he voiced, like he was waiting for you to say something.

“Amen,” you sighed out, licking the remnants of wine and pre-cum from your lips, your trembling fingers clasping around his bare hips.

“Amen.”

Yunho then thrusted forward until he hit the back of your parched throat, eagerly dragging you back and forth along his sizable cock, using you like the faithful cocksleeve you were, the repetitive sounds of squelching, gagging, and muffled moaning sending delightful shivers down his spine, much like the sacred hymns did to him every morning during mass. “Sister L/N, your throat has molded to the shape of my cock, has it not? Bonding with me all these long nights, over and over, it’s like you were made for me, and only me. Tell me, Sister, does taking the Body of Christ down your throat make you feel closer to God?”

You let out a stunted, pleased moan, blinking a few tears out of your dazed, half closed eyes, watching as a blurry version of Father Jeong brought his rosary up to his lips to kiss it. Due to being trained so consistently, you knew to relax your jaw and throat in order to take all of him without fail, your gag reflex nonexistent, simply drooling all over his long, heavy cock instead, much to Yunho’s delight.

“Oh, God, let His will be done….” He hunched over slightly, in order to pound himself into the back of your throat over and over, thick strands of pre-cum and saliva dripping from your chin and landing onto your previously pristine garments, his fingers closing in around your bulging throat to feel himself moving inside it. It was simply too much for the priest to handle. “So…nnngh–sovereign, so pure, this divinity…” Yunho expressed between heavy pants, suddenly pulling out until his twitching cockhead rested against your splayed out tongue. “Sister L/N, you must show me something heavenly so that I may fill you with the Holy Spirit. Be quick, for I am at my limit…”

Licking the beads of pre-cum from his slit, you began to lift up the layers of your tunic until your bare cunt glistened underneath the moonlight that was casted over you like a spotlight, the edges of your skin glowing as though you were a real life angel, one that was sent down from above to tempt Yunho, especially now that he could see you in your most vulnerable state. “Father Jeong, please see what I’ve done for you. I’ve kept myself full…so that I may take you inside properly…”

It was then that Father Jeong fell to his knees before you, looking up at the slick heaven in between your thighs, before leaning in to lap up the abundant wetness from your lips, his hot tongue practically melting against your cunt as he ate you out like a starved man, spreading your open with his ringed thumbs. Maintaining steady eye contact with you, he slowly pulled the hood of your clit back to expose your weak point, wrapping his plush lips around it as he began to suck and lick until he had you trembling above him, your nails digging into the dense wood of the pews. “Cum before me,” he commanded, dragging his tongue along your fluttering slit up to your throbbing clit until you let out a beautifully broken cry.

You spread your trembling thighs open just enough to allow what was filling you up the entire time to slowly come sliding out, both you and the priest letting out a similar gasp once it did. A thick, slick-covered silver cross landed inside Yunho’s open palm. He watched diligently as you lifted it up to his mouth, not even having to say anything as he sucked it clean. Without exchanging words, Yunho stood back and squeezed his throbbing cock, just as you lowered yourself back down onto your knees with a loving smile, watching with pride as he began to shudder, long spurts of his hot cum landing onto your tongue and disappearing down your throat.

“What a thing of beauty….” The priest swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath. “You never fail to bring me close to our Savior, my dear,” he praised, reaching down to rub the remaining remnants of his seed over your swollen lips and onto your tongue with his thumb, pulling it away from your mouth and licking the last of his saltiness off of his digit himself.

“It’s all for the greater good,” you softly replied, slowly standing up and hiking up your now soiled garments, so that you could bend over the pew, spreading yourself wide, opening the gates of your heaven and giving Yunho access like every blissful night before. “Now, please allow me to bring you even closer.”

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[yuyusbabygirl]

Perv!Wooyoung

Wooyoung version 18+ minors dni

Perv!Wooyoung who loves to rub his dick on you, pussy, tits, face, ass, thighs, whatever it is, he just loves to see his precum dripping onto your skin

Perv!Wooyoung who wears glasses with a camera in them to record you sucking him off, fucking you, sometimes just in general

Perv!Wooyoung who spreads you on his lap, fingering you while one of his friends watches, smirking at him while listening to your whines

Perv!Wooyoung who makes it his mission to fuck you in every public place he can think of, restaurant bathrooms, changing rooms, swimming pool, airplane, gym, sauna, park, etc.

Perv!Wooyoung who buys you bunny ears and tells you to hop on his dick

Perv!Wooyoung who animates you to go jogging with him cause he wants to see your tits bounce, loving your flushed face afterwards

Perv!Wooyoung who loves to push you face down into the mattress to eat your pussy from the back

Perv!Wooyoung who will buy you a butt blug with a bunny tail

Perv!Wooyoung who make you hump pillows and other things for him while watches how red you get from shame

Perv!Wooyoung who loves to tie you down to a desk for a full day of free use

"Come on, be a good bunny and hop on it. I'm sure a bunny like you knows how to bounce. Huh? It's embarrassing? Then embarrass yourself for me."

I finished this one later than planned but I hope you like it🖤

[moanz111]

Hello you amazing human! I'm here to request some ateez fake text heh! Mainly I'd "want" this for Wooyoung, Yunho and Mingi heh

- my idea is: they find out that you're slowly becoming a multi-stan (I'd love if the other groups was Stray Kids but it'sup to you obvi!)

-Rikke🖤🩷

ateez reaction to you slowly becoming a fan of stray kids - yunho, mingi, wooyoung ver.

you can read part 2 here!

genre: fake texts/smau, humour/crack

tags/warnings: they're all jealous, swearing, i think i made a mistake in wy's but it's not that big of a deal, the relationship between the members and reader is ambiguous because i didn't know what to do 😭 so imagine whatever you want to (they're flirting though)

note: thank you so so much for requesting! i hope you like these! 🫶 i decided to go only with the members you wrote down but i don't mind making another part or two in the future with the others!

[hwaslayer]

I have made this observation ever since I started stanning ateez in halazia era and idk who to tell: I think woosan (and seonghwa without makeup) look like old beauty. Let me explain: they're giving the 'going to a friend's house and seeing a family picture of their dad and u're like oh my god is that how ur dad looked like when he was young??' kind of vibe. Not to say the other members are not, but I feel like the others fit into the current Korean beauty standards a lot more. Like the others imo are gorgeous in a way that they look like they know what an iPhone 16 pro max is. Whereas with woosanghwa u could time travel to the 90s and leave them there and the people from that era would be none the wiser. Matter of fact I might be a bit biased bc i love wooyoung, but him specifically??? Especially after watching the sagittarius behind?? That's someone's hot dad from 1991

no babe you’re totally onto something and i see it so clearly!!!! also love that you came to me about this hehe 💞 i actually have thought about this before, esp hwa LOL he really does look like old beauty. like you could find him sitting prettily in a history museum 🥺

[justaaveragereader]

With spooky season hot on arrival, you can’t help but scream with what was supposed to be joy…

Every corner you turn you are on the brink of death rather from multiple orgasms, or a fast chase through an abandoned town..

From hot thriller killers, all the way to pervy, panty snatching thieves..Hold onto your underwear everyone, SlasherAteez is taking over the spooky season!

Coming in October of 2024…!

Welcome To Slashtober 2024’!

• 10.01🔪 Jennifers Body!Yeosang as Jennifer

•Degradation + Dollification

• 10.08🔪Knock Knock!Hongjoong & San as Bell and Genesis

•Humiliation + Bondage

• 10.13🔪 Misery!Yunho as Annie Wilkes

•Dominance + Primal

• 10.18🔪 Silence Of The Lambs!Wooyoung as Hannibal Lector

•Biting + Marking

• 10.23🔪 House Of Wax!Mingi & Jongho as Vincent and Bo

•Double Penetration + Wax Play

• 10.28🔪 Split!Seonghwa as Kevin Wendell Crumb

•Breeding + Impact Play

©️Please do not steal, translate, copy, or change any of the work tagged above. This includes all the fics and graphics. The graphics are made by me unless stated otherwise.

Taglist Is Closed! If you are an ageless account, and or have your age on your page but have nothing posted/reposted on it, im going to assume you are a bot and or a minor, so to avoid getting blocked, update the pages my lovelies🖤!

[oyeixcher]

Random Wooyoung Gifs (8 ¦ ??) (feat. San) (Towards The Light: Will To Power in Zurich)

He's literally the cutest. Not only did he write it in German, he wrote it in Swiss German and that's insane and I love him even more. He definitely changed the game after this concert. Look at him blushing. What an absolute cutie pie. 🖤💜 (Video version on my Insta)

[secretsecretbunny]

Wooyoung is literally beautiful 🖤🤍

[spidergirllexi]

🦋masterlist🦋

Im actively updating it, so if there’s empty members(which there will be as of rn) they will get filled over time. I promise.

🌌Ateez🌌

Mtl to be good at giving head

Mtl to be kinky

Mtl to be submissive

Mtl to date foreign

Mtl to date chubby

Mtl to watch porn

Mtl to be a sugar daddy

Dating hyung

Dating maknae

Type of kisser

Ideal type

Ideal type pt.2

Dom/sub/switch

Fake texts/hyung line

Fake texts/maknae line

Fake tweets hyung line

Fake tweets maknae line

Ateez series

Work in progress

Fave fics

Cuddling types

Manicure

Type of porn they watch

Pet names

Audios I made

Audio recs

🖤Hongjoong🖤

Joong in bed

Kinks

A-Z nsfw

Fake bf texts

Favorite positions

Natal chart reading 18+

Dominance analysis

🤍Seonghwa🤍

Aftercare

Hwa in bed

Kinks

A-Z nsfw

Natal chart reading 18+

💗Yunho💗

Yunho in bed

Aftercare

Kinks

A-Z nsfw

Kinks pt.2

Bf texts

Natal chart reading 18+

💚Yeosang💚

Favorite positions

Sangie in bed

A-Z nsfw

💜San💜

San in bed

A-Z nsfw

Favorite positions

Natal chart 18+

💙Mingi💙

Kinky kink

Ming in bed

A-Z nsfw

Aftercare

Natal chart 18+

Dominance analysis

🧡Wooyoung🧡

Kinkers

Woyo in bed

A-Z nsfw

🤎Jongho🤎

Kinkies

A-Z nsfw(wip)

Jongho in bed

❤️‍🔥Stray kids❤️‍🔥

Mtl to date younger/older

Mtl to be kinky

Mtl to be good at giving head

Mtl to be dominant

Mtl to date foreign

Type of kisser

Ideal type

🤍Bang chan🖤

Kinkers

A-Z nsfw

💙Lee know💜

Ideal type (coming soon)

A-Z Nsfw

🤎Changbin💚

Kinks (coming soon)

💗Hyunjin💜

How hyunjin is in bed (coming soon)

🖤Han🤎

How dating him is (coming soon)

💚Felix💛

Kinks (coming soon)

🧡Seungmin🤍

Dating him (coming soon)

💚Jeongin💛

Favorite positions (coming soon)

A-Z nsfw

Astrology masterlist

[simplyadoreateez]

Wooyoung for Dispatch Korea 🖤

[03jyh23]

🖤⌇ thuggish charm chapter one bandit(?)!; a jung wooyoung mini-series

badboy(?) wooyoung x fem!reader

│ series masterlist│ next │

│synopsis: the one where you miss your train and meet a charming... bandit?

│genre: romance

│trigger warnings: none?

│words: 4.5 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

!minors do not interact!

│taglist: if you wish to join let me know here

— hi there, my lovely people! honestly, i have no idea what this is 😭. i got inspired by a song from one of the rappers in my country and just went with it. and now i'm just wondering if i should do something more with this story or just leave it be?

love, mon ♡

A cold evening breeze tousled your hair, plastering strands to your face. A heavy bag hung from your shoulder, filled with items that couldn't fit into the large suitcase standing beside you, your hand gripping its handle tightly. The thing was, you didn't make it to your transfer train. Despite your friends' warnings, you insisted you could grab a much-needed iced coffee in the 10 minutes before your train left. You were wrong.

The platform was dark, with only two solitary lamps casting a dim light. You cursed yourself under your breath, but there wasn't much you could do now. You'd already waited for an hour; you could've managed another before the next train arrived. You glanced at your phone, sighing heavily—it was running out of battery. It was frustrating. You'd have to wait two hours just to take a train for a little over forty minutes to reach your hometown. But you were the only one to blame. Well, at least you had your coffee and a blueberry muffin. But it wasn’t worth it, not at all. You shivered, pulling your jacket tighter around you. You glanced at the large clock hanging from the information board, hoping the minutes would pass more quickly. Of course, they didn't.

After an frustratingly long time you finally heard the train approaching, its rumble growing louder as it neared the station. You felt a mix of relief and anticipation wash over you. Finally, you'd be on your way. As the train's headlights pierced through the darkness, illuminating the platform, you gathered your belongings and prepared to board, eager to put this frustrating delay behind you.

The car you boarded was empty, so you sat down at the very end, near the window. You placed your luggage in the designated area and quickly plugged in your phone to charge as much as possible for the remaining journey.

As the train pulled into the next station, the platform gradually came into view, bathed in the harsh glow of fluorescent lights that cast long shadows across the concrete. The stark illumination revealed an almost deserted space, save for a group of eight young men clustered near the far end. Their presence immediately caught your attention, starkly contrasting the emptiness surrounding them. Each member of the group was clad entirely in black, their dark attire blending into the night behind them. As your eyes adjusted to the scene, you noticed intricate tattoos adorning their bodies and faces - some subtle, others bold and striking. Three of them were casually smoking cigarettes, the wisps of smoke curling upwards into the night air. As you observed them, one of the smokers suddenly locked eyes with you. His gaze was intense and unwavering, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Without breaking eye contact, he deliberately tossed his half-finished cigarette into a nearby bin. The action, while seemingly casual, felt loaded with meaning. Your heart plummeted, a mix of anxiety and unease settling in your stomach. The weight of his stare was palpable, even from this distance. Instinctively, you turned your head away, breaking the uncomfortable connection. Your mind raced with possibilities, none of them comforting. As the train doors hissed open, you found yourself fervently hoping that none of the group would decide to board. The thought of sharing this confined space with them filled you with a sense of apprehension that you couldn't quite shake off.

"Wooyoung-ah, just get there and get it done with, yeah?" the unexpected gentleness in the voice you’ve just heard had caught you off guard. You grabbed your phone to busy yourself with, fingers trembling slightly as you unlocked it, trying to appear nonchalant.

As you glanced up from your phone, you saw one of the young men from the group stepping onto the train. His movements were fluid and graceful, belying his intimidating appearance. The tattoos on his face seemed to dance in the flickering light of the train car. "I'll be fine, Joong. See y'all next week, yeah?" the boy called out, waving to his companions just before the train doors closed with a loud beep. Your heart rate quickened as you realized he must be Wooyoung, the one addressed earlier. His hair was black, neck-length, with a fringe styled neatly—only a few strands falling onto his forehead. You noticed a bandage right above his eyebrow, the skin around it purple with bruises. He wasn't tall, but the chunky boots and large leather jacket made him appear more imposing. The tattoos adorning his face seemed to shift and dance in the dim light of the train, adding an air of mystery to his already intimidating presence. His dark eyes scanned the train car, eventually settling on you. For a moment, your gazes locked, and you felt a mix of fear and inexplicable curiosity wash over you.

Wooyoung chose a seat a few rows ahead of you, close enough that you could observe him without being too obvious. As he settled in, you couldn't help but notice the way his shoulders relaxed slightly, as if he was shedding some of the intensity he had displayed on the platform. The train lurched forward, and you found yourself stealing glances at him, trying to reconcile the intimidating figure you'd seen on the platform with the young man now sitting quietly a few rows ahead. His presence seemed to fill the car, even in silence. Your eyes were drawn to the intricate tattoos adorning his face. The one beneath his left eye caught your attention - at first glance, it looked like the number 26, but as you studied it more closely, you realized it might be something else entirely. Your gaze drifted to his temple, where a small, delicate butterfly tattoo rested, a surprising contrast to his otherwise intimidating appearance. You tried to read the lettering above his eyebrow when he caught your eyes again. You raised your eyebrows and looked away, feeling a shudder run through your body. The intensity of his gaze was unsettling, a mix of curiosity and something you couldn't quite place. Your heart raced as you pretended to be engrossed in your phone, all too aware of his presence just a few rows ahead.

The train's rhythmic movement did little to calm your nerves as you found yourself stealing quick glances at Wooyoung again, hoping he wouldn't notice. The tattoo above his eyebrow remained a mystery, its meaning just out of reach.

Suddenly, his voice broke the silence, startling you out of your thoughts. "You know, it's not polite to stare," he said, his tone filled with amusement. His eyes met yours again, this time with a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

You felt your face flush with embarrassment, caught red-handed in your observation. "I... I'm sorry," you stammered, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected address.

Wooyoung shifted in his seat, turning to face you more directly. "Curious about the ink?" he asked, gesturing to the tattoos on his face. "Most people are. They either can't look away or can't bear to look at all." His words carried a weight that suggested he was used to both reactions. You felt your words frozen in your throat, unable to form a coherent response. The intensity of Wooyoung's gaze and the unexpected interaction left you speechless. You simply averted your eyes, focusing intently on your hands clasped tightly in your lap. You heard him chuckling softly, a sound that was both melodious and slightly unnerving. "Not much of a talker, huh?" he mused, his eyes still fixed on you. You dared to look up again, the warmth in his expression caught you off guard, softening his intimidating appearance. It was a stark contrast to the intense gaze you had encountered earlier. For a moment, you found yourself relaxing slightly, the tension in your shoulders easing just a fraction. "Are you afraid of me?" Wooyoung asked, sensing your hesitation. His voice was softer than you expected. The question hung in the air between you, heavy with implications.

You hesitated, weighing your words carefully. The initial fear you felt was still there, but it had been tempered by curiosity and the unexpected warmth in his smile. "I... I'm not sure," you admitted honestly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wooyoung leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's fair," he said, his voice sultry. "But I promise, I'm much more... fun than I look." He winked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Want to find out just how deceiving appearances can be?" His gaze locked with yours, intense and inviting, daring you to look beyond his intimidating exterior.

You blinked continuously, taken aback by his bold proposition. "E-excuse me?" you managed to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. The sudden shift in the conversation left you flustered, unsure of how to respond to unexpected flirtation.

Wooyoung rose from his seat, his movements fluid and deliberate. As he approached, you found yourself captivated by his presence. He stood before you, and for the first time, you truly noticed the intricate details of his face. His nose and lip piercings glinted in the dim light of the train car, adding to his allure. You were struck by how handsome he was up close, his features a perfect blend of sharp angles and soft curves. Looking up at him, you felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Wooyoung's eyes met yours, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. "May I?" he asked, his voice low and smooth as he gestured towards the seat next to you. The question hung in the air, loaded with possibilities. Your heart raced as you considered your options. The intensity of Wooyoung's gaze made you feel both thrilled and uneasy. After a moment's hesitation, you nodded slightly, your curiosity overcoming your apprehension. As he settled into the seat beside you, his presence both intimidating and oddly comforting, you couldn't help but wonder what you were getting yourself into.

"My name's Wooyoung," he says, his eyes roaming your features. "And I'd hate to scare off such a beautiful girl, so answer me... are you really afraid of me? Or is it just my killer looks that's got your tongue?" You felt a rush of heat creep up your neck as Wooyoung's words washed over you. His proximity was intoxicating, the scent of leather and something distinctly masculine filling your senses. You struggled to find your voice, caught between the intimidating aura he exuded and the undeniable attraction you felt.

"I... I'm not afraid," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just... surprised." You met his gaze, finding yourself drawn into the depth of his dark eyes.

Wooyoung's pierced lips curved into a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Surprised? By what? My charming personality or my devilishly good looks?" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone that sent shivers down your spine.

You couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, some of the tension dissipating. "Maybe a bit of both," you admitted, surprising yourself with your boldness.

His smirk widened into a genuine smile, transforming his face. "I like your honesty," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "So, beautiful, since we've established you're not afraid of me, how about we make this train ride a little more... interesting?" You crossed your arms and leaned back against the window, trying to put some distance between yourself and Wooyoung. His sudden closeness and bold proposition had caught you off guard, and you needed a moment to gather your thoughts.

"Are you going to shout 'A bandit! Help!' and run away now?" he joked, but you couldn't quite shake off the feeling he'd been in this situation before. Despite his joking tone, there was an undercurrent of familiarity in his words. Gathering your courage, you decided to address the elephant in the room.

"Do people usually call you a bandit?" you asked, your voice a mix of curiosity and caution.

Wooyoung's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of something—perhaps surprise or appreciation—crossing his features. He leaned back, creating a bit more space between you, and let out a soft chuckle. "Ah, straight to the point, aren't you?" he said, his tone a blend of amusement and something more serious. "Let's just say I've heard it enough times to make jokes about it. But appearances can be deceiving, you know?" His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a vulnerability there that contradicted his tough exterior. "What do you think? Am I living up to the 'thug' stereotype?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of challenge.

Finally, you took a deep breath and met his eyes directly. The intensity of his gaze made you feel both nervous and intrigued. "Honestly?" you asked with hesitation, weighing your next words carefully.

"No, please lie to me!" Wooyoung joked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of chewing gum. With a swift motion, he popped one into his mouth, the minty scent wafting between you. You couldn't help but smile at his playful response, feeling some of the tension dissipate. The casual act of chewing gum somehow made him seem more approachable, and less intimidating than before.

Taking another deep breath, you decided to answer honestly. "At first glance, maybe. The tattoos, the piercings, the whole vibe... it's intimidating," you admitted, watching his reaction carefully. "But talking to you now? You seem more... complex than that. There's more to you than meets the eye, isn't there?" You surprised yourself with your boldness, but something about Wooyoung made you want to dig deeper, to understand the person behind the intimidating facade.

Wooyoung smirked, raising one of his eyebrows as he popped a bubble with the gum. "Are you a psychiatrist in the making?" he teased. You wanted to brush off his little comment, but he didn't give you time to answer. "'I'm no bandit, first I've heard of it,'" he said, putting his hands up as if he were surrendering. "You'd be shocked at how many times I've had to say that." His words carried a hint of frustration beneath the playful tone, and you found yourself wondering about the experiences that led him to make such a statement. Wooyoung leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "the ladies think I kill, but at home, I walk in pink slippers." He paused, letting the image sink in before continuing, "And all the grannies yell when I step out on the street." His gaze locked with yours, a mix of amusement and challenge in his expression. You couldn't help but laugh at the contrast he painted. The image of this intimidating figure in pink slippers was both absurd and oddly endearing.

"What else do you do at home?" you tease, finally relaxing into your seat, smiling warmly at the boy.

"Isn't that a very personal question?" he replies, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You raised an eyebrow, mirroring his playful expression. "Well, you did invite me to make this train ride more interesting," you countered, your confidence growing with each exchange. "Besides, I'm curious about the man behind the tattoos and pink slippers." Your eyes met his, a silent challenge in your gaze, daring him to reveal more about himself.

"As for the tattoos, I just fucking like them, that's all," Wooyoung said with a shrug. His nonchalant attitude towards his tattoos made you wonder about the stories behind each one.

You found yourself drawn to the intricate designs adorning his skin, each one likely holding a unique significance. "Do any of them have special meanings?" you asked, your curiosity piqued. Wooyoung's eyes lit up at your question, a mix of surprise and appreciation crossing his features.

"I'll save the answer to that for a second date," Wooyoung said with a wink. He nonchalantly popped another gum balloon before spitting it into the small trash bin.

You laughed softly, feeling a mix of intrigue and amusement at his flirtatious response. "A second date? Aren't we getting a bit ahead of ourselves?" you teased back, your eyes meeting his with a playful challenge. The easy banter between you two was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

Wooyoung leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "Well, I consider this our first date, ever since you agreed for me to sit here," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. The boldness of his statement caught you off guard, sending a flutter through your stomach.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but you couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "Oh really?" you replied, trying to match his confidence. "And here I thought first dates usually involved dinner or a movie, not a chance encounter on a train."

Wooyoung's grin widened, "Who says we can't be unconventional?" he countered, his gaze never leaving yours. "But if you want all of that," he continued, his voice taking on a playful, almost challenging tone, "then it's my pleasure to take you on such a... boring date without anything extraordinary to it." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in slightly closer. "Though I have to warn you, even my idea of 'ordinary' might surprise you."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. "Who says I'd even agree to go out with you in the first place?" you challenged, your tone playful but with a hint of seriousness. "You're making quite a few assumptions there, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung's eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting your response. He leaned back, a mix of surprise and admiration crossing his features. After a moment, he let out a low chuckle. "Touché," he said, his voice tinged with respect. "I guess I got a bit ahead of myself there. My apologies." He paused, his gaze softening. "But can you blame a guy for trying? You're not exactly easy to resist."

You felt a flutter in your stomach at his words, but you maintained your composure. "Flattery will get you nowhere," you said, though you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "But I appreciate the apology. Maybe we should start with getting to know each other a bit better before planning any dates, hmm?"

Wooyoung's eyes lit up with amusement at your suggestion. "Why waste time if we can get to know each other on the date?" he countered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "After all, isn't that what dates are for?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his persistence. "You don't even know my name," you pointed out, shaking your head in amusement at his bold flirtation.

Wooyoung's grin widened, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. "I don't need that to know you're the most beautiful woman I've seen," he said, his gaze never leaving yours. You felt a rush of heat creep up your neck at his words, caught between flattery and disbelief at his audacity. Despite yourself, you couldn't help but be charmed by his confidence and smooth talking.

You decided to play along with his flirtatious banter, feeling a mix of amusement and excitement. With a coy smile, you leaned in slightly and said, "I hope my beauty isn't too distracting. We wouldn't want you to miss your stop, would we?"

Wooyoung's eyes widened for a moment, clearly taken aback by your sudden boldness. Then, a slow, appreciative grin spread across his face. "Oh, darling," he drawled, his voice low and rich, "I'd gladly miss a hundred stops if it meant spending more time with you."

You couldn't help but giggle, turning your face away in embarrassment, not able to continue with the banter. You felt a warmth spreading through your chest, a mix of embarrassment and excitement at the intensity of Wooyoung's flirtation. As you turned back to face him, you caught a glimpse of something softer in his eyes, a vulnerability that seemed at odds with his bold exterior. For a moment, you allowed yourself to be caught in his gaze, feeling a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty. As the silence stretched between you, you noticed how Wooyoung started playing with his lip ring, his fingers absently toying with the small metal hoop. His eyes, which had been locked with yours, briefly dropped to your lips before meeting your gaze again. The gesture was subtle, but unmistakable, sending a small thrill through you. You found yourself wondering how that lip ring would feel against your own lips, the thought was both thrilling and intimidating. It sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards Wooyoung, his bold confidence and mysterious aura drawing you in. Your eyes flickered to his lips, lingering on the silver ring that adorned them. You found yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him, to feel the cool metal against your skin. Catching yourself, you quickly averted your gaze, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. But the image remained, tantalizing and forbidden, at the edges of your mind. You tried to push the thought away, but it persisted, a silent acknowledgment of your growing desire.

Wooyoung's whispered words sent a shiver down your spine. "If there's something you want to do, you should act upon it," he murmured, leaning in closer. His head tilted slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his gaze made your breath catch in your throat. You felt a magnetic pull towards him, your heart racing as the space between you diminished. The air seemed to crackle with tension, and you found yourself drawn to his lips, that tantalizing lip ring catching the dim light of the train. Time seemed to slow as you hovered on the precipice of decision. Should you give in to the desire that had been building since this chance encounter began? Or was this moving too fast, too soon?

Wooyoung smiled lightly, his face so close you could feel his breath on your skin. The proximity made the lump in your throat grow, your heart racing with anticipation. His voice dropped to a low, intimate whisper as he asked, "Is it alright for me to touch you?" The question hung in the air between you, charged with tension and unspoken desire. You found yourself at a crossroads, torn between the thrill of the moment and the rational part of your mind reminding you that you'd just met. Your body seemed to lean towards him of its own accord, drawn by an inexplicable magnetism. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. But it wasn't enough for Wooyoung. His eyes, dark and intense, bore into yours as he whispered, "I need to hear you actually say it." His voice was low, almost husky, sending a shiver down your spine. The anticipation hung thick in the air between you, every second stretching out like an eternity.

You swallowed hard, finding your voice. "Yes," you breathed, barely audible even in the quiet of the train car. "You can touch me." The words left your lips, a mix of nervousness and excitement coloring your tone. Wooyoung's eyes lit up, a slow smile spreading across his face as he leaned in even closer. Wooyoung's hand moved to your jaw, his touch gentle yet electrifying. His fingers caressed your cheek, the warmth of his skin sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, deliberately, he ran his thumb over your lower lip, the sensation causing you to tremble involuntarily. Your breath hitched, caught between anticipation and nervousness as you felt the intensity of his touch and gaze.

You closed your eyes, leaning in to close the distance between you. Your heart raced as you whispered, "You can kiss me now." The words hung in the air, charged with anticipation. You waited, breath held, for him to make his move. Wooyoung's breath hitched audibly, a soft exhale that you felt against your skin. There was a moment of stillness, the world seeming to pause around you. Then, with agonizing slowness, you felt him lean in. His lips brushed against yours, feather-light at first, testing. The cool metal of his lip ring sent a jolt through you, contrasting with the warmth of his mouth.

As if emboldened by your response, Wooyoung deepened the kiss. His hand cupped your face more firmly, fingers tangling in your hair. The kiss was a perfect blend of gentle and passionate, leaving you breathless. You could taste the hint of his earlier gum, with a hint of cigarettes. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the moment, all thoughts of the train and your surroundings fading away.

Suddenly, a jolt from the train brought you both back to reality. You pulled away slightly, your cheeks flushed and your breath coming in short gasps. Wooyoung's eyes were dark with desire as he gazed at you, a small smile playing on his lips. The moment hung between you, charged with the thrill of newfound connection.

You looked out the window, suddenly realizing with a jolt that you recognized the station passing by. "It's my stop!" you shouted, jumping to your feet in a panic. You quickly unplugged your phone, then grabbed your suitcase and bag, heart racing as you rushed towards the doors.

Wooyoung's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by your sudden movement. "Wait—" he started to say, but you were already halfway down the aisle.

As you reached the doors, you turned back briefly, catching a glimpse of Wooyoung's bewildered expression. A mix of regret and excitement coursed through you as the train began to slow. The doors opened with a hiss, and you stepped out onto the platform, your mind reeling from the whirlwind encounter you'd just experienced. You stood there, catching your breath as the train doors closed behind you. Your heart was still racing, not just from the rush to exit, but from the intense encounter you'd just experienced. As you watched the train pull away, you couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever see Wooyoung again, or if this magical moment would remain just that—a fleeting connection in the night.

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