#yesoang

[atinycafe]

one of the most cherished aspects of your relationship with prince!yeosang is the bedtime routine. as you enter the room, your hair is slightly damp, having been washed by the maids in the adjacent room, where they had already removed your snug dress and cleansed your body with soothing milky water. the room itself is immense, adorned with golden accents on the walls and ceiling, and even after two years of marriage, you still find yourself adjusting to its grandeur.

as you tiptoe towards the bed, you feel the coolness of the marble floor beneath the balls of your feet. the room is bathed in a warm, inviting glow emitted by a lamp, casting a soft yellow light. your attention is drawn to yeosang, who is seated on the bed, his bare back resting against plush pillows. he holds a book in his hands, adorned with glasses perched upon his nose.

you gracefully remove your robe, letting it cascade to the floor, revealing your attire of a delicate satin nightdress. yeosang diverts his attention from the romance book and sets it gently on his lap. you can feel his gaze caressing your body as you turn around, reaching for the oil bottle resting on the dressing table crafted from smooth birch wood. settling in front of the grand mirror, you begin applying the nourishing oil to the roots of your hair, allowing its healing properties to work their magic.

yeosang remains silent as he stands up, his cotton pants hugging his thighs snugly. he walks towards you, and you can sense the comforting warmth radiating from him as he places his hands on your shoulders, gently kneading the flesh. you close your eyes, leaning back, and rest your head against his firm stomach. a tired chuckle escapes you as his fingers playfully tickle the side of your neck, bringing a sense of lightheartedness to the moment.

unbeknownst to you, a gentle smile graces yeosang's face as he pauses his massaging to reach for the oil bottle resting on your lap. taking it into his hands, he assumes the role of caring for your hair. starting with your scalp, he skillfully applies the oil, his fingers working their way through your tresses. from the roots to the tips, he delicately spreads the lubricant, ensuring every strand is coated. with the task complete, he places the bottle back on the table before moving behind you to skillfully braid your hair. the locks are carefully twisted and intertwined until he skillfully secures them in a comfortable bun using a pretty hairpin.

"done," he whispers, breaking the tranquil atmosphere of the room. he rubs the remnants of the oil in his hands onto his own hair, tousling and tugging at his locks in a slightly rough and messy fashion, a stark contrast to the gentle touch he bestowed upon you.

standing up, you turn towards him, enveloping your arms around his neck. with tenderness, you plant a soft kiss on his lips. as you press your lips against his, you whisper a small thank you, the words escaping against the fullness of his mouth.

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[ravensficrecs]

This is amazing and God id be happy for a pt 2 if you're up for it!! I wanna be fucked dammit

STAY STILL

PAIRING — yeosang x reader

GENRE — smut, established relationship, gn!reader w/ fem anatomy, dom!yeosang, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, sex toys, bondage, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), dirty talk/sexual language

WORD COUNT — 975

SUMMARY — “you look so good when you're all tied up like this, so helpless.”

“Stay still,” Yeosang ordered as his hand held the vibrator against you. “You move too much.”

You whined pathetically, your body squirming. The vibrations against your clit were running through you like waves. It felt like it’d been forever, but it’d really only been just a few minutes ago that he’d placed the toy on you. You reached your hand out to touch him. “Yeosang, please —”

“—Ah, ah!” He swatted at your hand. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet, baby.”

“Please let me touch you,” you pleaded. Your only response from him was an increase of the vibrator’s intensity. Your back arched off the bed and your hands flailed out to your side helplessly.

Yeosang moved the toy in circular motions on your clit. It was agonizingly slow and you were fighting back the urge to buck your hips into it. “You’re cute when you beg, but it’s still a no. Now be still and don’t move while you take what I give you, okay?”

You were certain it would’ve been easier to grow wings and fly than to stay still as the vibrator pulsed against your core. Your cries grew marginally as you tried to keep yourself in place. Your legs were spread for him, his free hand resting at your knee. As you got closer to your release, your muscles tensed, legs clamming shut.

Yeosang’s hand pressed against your knee to keep your legs open. “What do you think you’re doing? Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

You moaned and your core began to flutter as your high neared closer. “I’m s-so close…”

He shushed you. “I know, baby.”

You whimpered when he set the toy to a higher setting, body quivering under the force of your orgasm as it took you. You cried out into the air, voice echoing in the bedroom. Your hands fisted the sheets with a tight grip in an attempt to hold yourself still. The orgasm was intense as the waves of pleasure pulsed through you.

Yeosang snickered as he watched you. His thumb pressed a button and soon the toy was set to its highest frequency. His hand gripped your knee when your legs tried to close again. “Take just a little more for me.”

Your thighs were shaking from the overstimulation. You cried out his name. “It's too much!”

“Shhh,” he cooed at you. Yeosang gazed down at the vibrator as it pressed against your wet heat. “What did I say, hm?”

You gulped. You felt the sweat forming on your forehead. “I have to t-take what you give me.”

Yeosang smirked. “Exactly.”

You were almost like a floundering fish out of water as you lied there, body squirming and convulsing as the vibrator continued to assault your core. Sweat beaded on your skin while you willed your legs to stay open for him. But try as you might, you couldn’t keep them shut anymore. Your second high blindsided you, your legs snapping shut in an attempt to rid yourself of the overload of pleasure. You grabbed his wrist and pleaded with him that it was far too much.

Yeosang leveled a firm expression on you as he watched you wiggle underneath him. “You don’t listen very well.” You could’ve sighed in relief when he took the toy away from your poor clit, but the peace was short lived. He walked to the drawer that was near the bed, opening it to retrieve something inside.

You tensed when you saw what was in his hands.

He turned to you with long black straps in his hands. His eyebrow quirked as he regarded you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Since you won't listen on your own, I'll have to make you.”

You didn't offer up much resistance as he strapped all four of your limbs to the bed frame. Your arms were completely immobile as well as your legs. He had your legs spread wide for him and there was nothing you could do but be at his mercy. You eyed him closely as you waited for his next move. He smirked down at you as he positioned his face between your open thighs.

“This will make you behave much better,” Yeosang spoke against the skin of your thigh, hot breath making chills rise across it.

Goosebumps prickled along your legs and you bit your lip to stifle a sigh. You strained against the straps as his mouth encompassed your sensitive bud, hips bucking against his face. "Oh, f-fuck!"

Yeosang chuckled against you. His hands gripped your thighs as he pressed his face into you further. He used his hands to spread your slick folds wide. His gaze traveled up your body to lock with yours just as his tongue delved between your folds to lap up your sweet essence.

You struggled as you desperately tried to move your arms, the need to grasp something to ground yourself dire as the pleasure of his tongue fucking your hole was too much to bare. The straps were taut as you pulled against them, back arching off the bed you as you cried out. “Fuck, I'm going to cum!”

Yeosang quickened his tongue inside you until your were coming on his tongue. Your whole body tensed, legs desperate to close around his head but restrained by the straps. You came all over his mouth and he hungrily lapped all of it up. He kissed up your body until he was hovering above your face. He smiled down at your sweaty, fucked out state. “You look so good when you're all tied up like this, so helpless.”

You pulled against the straps yet again as you cursed when he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds. Your body shuddered as he pushed himself in.

“See how good it is when you behave for me?”

AUTHOR’S NOTE — please tell me if this was even any good i feel so rusty when writing these days :’)

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[xuchiya]

"Giving Ateez Filipino Names" || ot8 ateez [just a rant]

THE NASTY GIGGLE I HAD !!!!! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

🫧 𝖪𝗂𝗆 𝖧𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀 🫧

𝑱𝒖𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔

[ 𝐉𝐮𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. ]

Honestly it fits him so well!! I love how the Miguel give him the power to fit in the environment as a UST student ��﹏＜and its like those typical TV series about a popular student from other university fell in love with the rival. SO TYPICAL BUT I LOVE IT!!! LIKE I IMAGINE YELLING, "MAHULOG KA SANA JUAN MIGUEL PERO SA AKIN!" RKUDBOWVINPA

🫧 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗐𝖺 🫧

𝑬𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔

[ 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. ]

I swear Santos is really a common last name here in the Philippines and yet it made it sound so sophisticated and elegant if Seonghwa ever used this as his Filipino name!! BECAUSE HE IS A ELEGANT AND SOPHISTICATED PERSON!!!

🫧 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈 🫧

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒂

[ 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. ]

DON'T START ME WITH THE GARCIA BECAUSE HE GIVES THAT CERTAIN ENERGY OF BEING A GARCIA AND I SWEAR I LOVE IT !!!

🫧 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝖾𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀 🫧

𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐

[ 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭��𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. ]

WHEN I SAID I BARK, I WOOF BECAUSE I LOVE THE NAME LORENZO LIKE I CAN IMAGINE CALLING YEOSANG, "HUY ENZO!" OR "RENZO TARA NA, VALO NA TAYO!" ARUYBFIVWO0

🫧 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝖲𝖺𝗇 🫧

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒛

[ 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 "𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢," 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬. ]

WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF THE SANTIAGO IS ALREADY MAKING ME GIGGLE SO BAD HERE !!! I DONT NEED TO SPEAK BECAUSE YOU GUYS KNOW HOW IM SO SPEECHLESS MAKING THIS AND NAMING SAN "SANTIAGO"

🫧 𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂 🫧

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔

[ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 "𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬." ]

.... IFNCONODNCID KIC ELIAS CAN BE REPRESENT MISCHIVEOUS BUT I LOVE THAT CHATGPT GAVE A MEANING TO HIS NAME AND MADE IT BETTER AND THAT FACT THAT HIS NAME MEANS PLAYFUL OR MISCHIVEOUS AND THEN HIS LAST NAME MEANS SAINTS, ITS FUNNY AND ICONIC!!

🫧 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖶𝗈𝗈𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 🫧

𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒐 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒐

[ 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 "𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠" ]

PUT***A NAPAKAYAMAN NAMAN NABIGAY KONG PANGALAN DITO HAHAHA PERO I SWEAR I SEARCH FOR EVERYTHING PERO DITO BAGSAK KO SA "VENANCIO" IT FITS HIM SO MUCH THAT I WANT TO CALL HIM THAT IN MY OTHER LIFE T___T

🫧 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝖩𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈 🫧

𝑱𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒉 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒚 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒛𝒂

[ 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, "𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐲" 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬. ]

"CALOY WAG KA NGA MAKULIT!" OR "SI CALOY YAN PINAKAMAGALING NA SINGER SA BRGY. SAN PEDRO 10!" IDFUBWOICNJKCB HIS PRESENCE ALREADY GIVES SUCH HOLY AND PLAYFUL NAME LIKE MINGI OBOVBUWO

[minhanniejoong]

He’s so pretty 💚

[mingtinys]

Silent Cry

pairing : jung wooyoung x gn!reader

angst , hurt / comfort , a lil fluff if u squint

warnings : language , themes of depression and isolation , nudity (not explicit or detailed) , just heavy content in general

word count : 3.5 k

requested ? no

a/n : this one has been sitting in the drafts for quite some time as i just never felt good enough about posting it as it's a little different from what i usually write about . but i did promise a wooyoung fic , so here it is !! (and yes , this fic was slightly inspired by the skz song)

It's not often you find yourself angry beyond reason, in fact, you'd like to think yourself a rather patient individual. But at the end of the day, a rather shitty one at that, there's only so much you can excuse or find reason with. Only so much silence and disrespect you can take before something inside you snaps and pushes down the logical side of your brain that's desperately trying to convince you "there's gotta be a good reason, Wooyoung would never purposely ignore you." Bullshit.

If he didn't want to go out tonight? Fine. That's not your issue. But standing you up without, at the very least, a courtesy call? You've wracked your brain all day, and there's just not much you can think of to justify the utter embarrassment and betrayal he put you through tonight. So you let your rage carry you the entire thirty-minute walk from your usual restaurant to the dorms and wait to be let in.

Not that there was much to begin with, your expectations having been severely degraded for the night, but the last twinge of hope you'd allowed to fester dies when your aggressive knocks on the KQ dorms summon San in leu of Wooyoung. He looks startled, but moreover just exhausted. "Y/N," He breathes out a greeting, quickly waving you inside. You don't quite pick up on it at first, but he sounds almost relieved to see you.

"Is he here?" You ask immediately, stepping into the empty area of the living room, between the TV stand and L–shaped couch. Yunho and Yeosang are there too, they peer at you through solemn eyes and let out their own sighs, matching San.

Yeosang rubs at his face, pulling the skin as he drags his palms down until they slip from his jaw and land in his lap. "Wooyoung? He's in his room."

You scoff, "That asshole–"

It's Yunho who moves first, standing and catching your arm before you can storm off to confront the object of your frustration.  "Woah, wait, what's going on?" It takes everything in you not to yank your arm from his gasp. You're mad at Wooyoung, not Yunho, you remind yourself.

"He's been ignoring me for the past three days and now he's missed our date night." You explain with a huff. Yunho drops your arm and looks between San and Yesoang. Their glances are far too knowing and not enough explaining, it irks you even further.

"What? Am I missing something here?"

Your impatience prompts another glance between the three boys before San finally elects himself to speak. "He won't really talk to us either," San frowns. "He's been acting kind of . . . weird."

"We got snapped at when we tried to offer grabbing dinner together earlier." Though Yeosang sounds just about as annoyed as you, there's something more behind his eyes that sends a pang through your heart. Worry? Helplessness? Guilt, perhaps? You try not to read too much into it.

"Well, he doesn't get to be an asshole about it."

"I agree," The group nods at your statement. "But listen, don't be too hard on him, alright? I don't think he's feeling too great." Yunho chooses his words with surgical-like precision. The phrase "I don't think he's feeling too great" sticks in your mind and leaves a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue.

"Noted." With that, you turn on your heels and start down the hall to Wooyoung's room, no one intervenes or follows this time.

You rasp three times on the wooden door with your knuckles, and thrice more when your first attempt yields no response. It's just silence, and after an internal debate between impatience and hesitancy, you reach for the knob and twist.

The door only opens but a few inches when a loud huff resonates through the pitch-black room. "I told you guys to leave me alone," Wooyoung croaks, his voice raspy and raw.

You ignore his request and allow yourself in anyways, shutting the door behind you and enveloping the room in near darkness. The poor lighting situation unfortunately doesn't do much in terms of masking the clutter you're faced with upon second glance. Various piles of clothes are haphazardly strewn about, making the room feel more like a maze than a habitable environment. Open and unfinished food containers cast a rather unpleasant aroma that clings to your olfactory senses and causes your nose to scrunch up involuntarily.

Wooyoung himself lays in bed, wrapped in a thick cocoon of blankets with his back turned to the door. A faint glow highlights the portions of his face visible to you and you can just barely pick up on a popular TikTok audio playing on a loop over the hum of the A/C unit.

You stop a few feet from him. "Oh, so your phone is working. Good to know."

Wooyoung's head whips around with lightning speed, eyes blown wide with surprise. "Y/N? Why are you here?"

You roll your eyes at his incredulous expression. "Do you have any idea what day it is?"

He thinks for a moment, hazy eyes scanning the room, and then you. He blinks once, twice, a third time. "Thursday?"

"It's Saturday, Wooyoung."

"Oh."

He visibly deflates, sinking further into the safety of his blanket and flipping back to his side, leaving you to spill your grievances to the back of his head. "Is that all you have to say? I waited alone for you to show up for nearly two hours, and all you have to say is 'oh.'?"

"I'm sorry." He doesn't sound it. "I'm not really sure what else you want me to say."

Your fists ball up at your sides with how apathetic he is. It's just so unlike him, giving you the cold shoulder as opposed to greeting you with eager kisses and excited giggles. A knot ties itself tightly in your gut and twists uncomfortably. You uncurl your fingers and wriggle them, trying to release the built-up tension. Forcing a calmness into your voice that honestly, you aren't sure how you manage, you speak.

"Woo, why are you being like this?" You cross your arms over your chest, preparing to protect yourself from another very likely short response from your boyfriend. "You could have at least told me you weren't coming, or texted to let me know you were okay. . ."

He huffs again. "Fine. I'm sorry I flaked. I'm an asshole, I get it. Now please leave, I'm not in the mood."

It should make you even angrier. His complete disregard for how he's talking to you, the careless attitude he uses to cover up whatever he's actually feeling. But you've known Wooyoung for too long, and something must be seriously wrong for him to behave how he is. The knot in your stomach coils even tighter and stretches into your chest, constricting your airways. You're starting to understand why Yeosang looked so worried.

You manage to suck down a deep breath that allows your prior frustration to dissipate just enough so you can keep a cool head, even if he can't. You choose your next words carefully, dropping your voice down to a patient whisper.

"I don't wanna leave without knowing you're okay, but if you say you are . . . then I'll believe you, I won't pry any further."

The room descends into an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the increasingly rapid and jagged breathing of the boy in front of you. Something halfway between a choked sob and hiccup bubbles up from the confines of his throat. The uncharacteristic sound is worse than anything you've heard pass through his lips before. It nearly splits your heart right down the middle.

"Baby," you coax. "Tell me what you need and I'll do what I can." You take a seat on the edge of his bed, and rest your palm where his shoulder is just beneath the blanket, lightly squeezing to try and initiate some form of comfort.

Wooyoung crumbles all too quickly for what your heart can handle. He shrinks even further as he curls into a loose ball. One hand shoots out from under his fortress to grip yours that rests on his shoulder. He cradles your hand against his chest, holding on the way a frightened child would. Cry after cry tumbles from his lips in a wretched sound, something akin to that of shattering glass on cold tile.

"I don't know," he gasps out. "I don't fucking know!"

"Okay, okay," you coo, using your free hand to repeatedly comb through strands of his messy, unwashed hair. "It's okay." You aren't sure what to say, and you're terrified you'll say the wrong thing, so you opt for nothing at all. You simply let Wooyoung cry, trusting that eventually, he'll let you know what he needs, even if it's just the rest of the night alone.

You aren't sure how long the two of you sit in silence or when Wooyoung's sobs finally begin to taper out to sniffles. Though what he says next sends your heart plummeting to your stomach and snags the air from your lungs.

"I just wanna be good enough." He confesses.

Your fingers freeze in his hair as you try to process some type of response, but the best you can get out is "What do you mean?"

"I just. . . I just feel— like shit. Like a shit friend, a shit boyfriend, a shit idol, a shit person. I feel disgusting."

Realistically, you know there's nothing in the world you can say in this moment to relieve the anguish he feels. You can let praise after praise for him fall from your lips, but they'd never reach his ears. Not when he's already convinced himself he isn't worthy of them. But that doesn't stop you from wanting to at least try. Even if it only relieves a fraction of what he feels. And you think maybe if you can't heal his mind, you can at least make sure he's physically okay.

You give his hand that's still clutching yours to his chest a squeeze. "Why don't we make something to eat, hm? You must be hungry?" But he shakes his head.

"Some tea then? Water?" He shakes his head again.

"Baby, you gotta do something to take care of yourself."

Wooyoung lets out a shaky sigh, "I don't want them to see me, not like this." You piece together he must be talking about his members. Which means no venturing out to the kitchen for food or drinks.

"Okay, maybe a bath then?"

He thinks for a moment, but surprises you when he, albeit reluctantly, agrees. Maybe he's caught on that you won't be giving up until he does at least something. Maybe he's just trying to appease you so you'll stop pestering him. Or maybe he just genuinely wants to. Whatever the reason, you're happy for it.

You slip your hand from his grasp and whisper that you'll get the water started and for him to take all the time he needs. When the tub fills and bubbles form from the bath solution you poured in, you come back to find him unraveled from his nest of blankets and sitting on the edge of his bed. You smooth his hair back and he looks up at you with sad eyes.

"It's ready whenever you are. I'll give you some time to get undressed and settle in, okay?"

The way he nods is robotic and the glassy and distant reflection in his eyes drives daggers through your heart. You wonder if he even heard you, but then he meekly rises to his feet, rubbing at stiff joints on the way up. He disappears to the bathroom moments before two knocks resonate from the wooden door.

You open it by just a crack, fully preparing to shoo off whoever it is as per Wooyoung's wishes. But when you're met face to face with a disheveled red-eyed Yeosang, you don't have the heart to tell him to go away. So you take a quick peek to make sure Wooyoung is shut away in the bathroom before opening his door the rest of the way.

Yeosang peaks around the dim room. "Is Wooyoung okay?" He whispers.

You offer up as good of a smile as you can despite the circumstances. You're not sure you've ever seen Yeosang so concerned. "He will be," you assure. The blond boy in front of you nods and mumbles out his own affirmations of Wooyoung's well-being.

"Uh, I know he probably doesn't want the extra attention right now, but could you give him this for me?" Yeosang extends a water bottle and two bags of snacks for you to take. "Oh– and San asked me to give this as well." He untucks what looks like a stuffed dog from under his arm and hands it to you as well with the utmost care. "Shiber is his favorite, but San said he thinks Wooyoung needs him more tonight."

"I'll let him know," you speak softly and Yeosang nods, but doesn't leave. He just stands there, nervously looking around and shifting from side to side. "Are you okay?" You ask.

"He scares me when he's like this."

"It's happened before?"

Yeosang nods. "Not a lot, but sometimes he just gets too caught up in his own head and shuts everyone out. I know he'll be fine, he always is . . . But he's my best friend, you know? It hurts."

You nod, understanding exactly what he means. It's hard, watching someone you love struggle and not knowing how to help them. "Yeah, I know. If it's any solace, he did get out of bed." You check over your shoulder to make sure Wooyoung hasn't reappeared. "Hopefully washing up makes him feel a little better."

The information causes a sad smile to lift the corners of Yeosang's lips. "Thank you for taking care of him."

"I'll try to keep you updated or let you know if he needs anything."

Yeosang nods, "Please do."

The two of you say your goodbyes and you shut the door back as softly as possible before setting the items Yeosang brought on his bed and returning to the door of the bathroom. You knock a few times, making sure it's okay that you enter, to which you only receive a half-hearted hum as permission. You peer in and see the tub still remains untouched. Frowning, you step fully inside to find Wooyoung stood in front of his sink mirror, seemingly lost in thought as he stares at his reflection.

His t-shirt lays discarded on the counter, leaving him shivering in just his red plaid boxers. His eyes are sad as they roam over his own figure, lips pursed in a thin line, expression one of disappointment. He takes in a deep breath, chest puffing out as it fills with air and deflates seconds later. Trembling, he wraps his arms around his torso and drops his gaze to the porcelain sink.

You take it upon yourself to slip into the space between him and the mirror, effectively blocking his ability to look even if he wanted to. You tilt your head enough to gaze at him from below, finding his eyelids squeezed shut and his jaw tensed.

Wooyoung's breath hitches when you place a gentle palm on his cheek, but he relaxes into the warmth of it twice as fast. You lift his head, thumb working to rub half circles into the damp skin.

You press a feathery kiss to the space between his eyes, and the action causes them to flutter open. "Hi, my beautiful boy." His bottom lip quivers the tiniest amount.

"C'mon, it'll get cold if we wait too long, yeah?"

He nods and tries to take one last look in the mirror, but you keep his face from turning enough to do so and he doesn't even try to fight you on it. Your hand slips from his cheek and reaches out for his, taking it and leading him over to the steaming tub.

"I'll grab some towels for when you're done." You offer, though it's more of an excuse to give him some privacy while he finishes undressing and slips in. You can only imagine how vulnerable he feels right now and it only feels right to extend that courtesy.

When you return he's fully submerged, covered by the opaque and foamy water. "I set out some shampoo and stuff earlier, but if you need anything else just call out, okay?" You say, crouching beside the tub and using the edge of it to rest your hands for balance. "Would it be okay if I cleaned up your room a bit?"

Wooyoung thinks for a moment, chewing at the inside of his cheek. "I won't if you don't want me to." You give him an out.

"Actually, um . . . Could you maybe just sit with me for a little? Please." His eyes flit back and forth between you and the still water.

"Of course," you whisper, using the tub's edge to push yourself to stand. You swiftly discard your own clothes and fold them up on the counter along with Wooyoung's. "Scoot up a bit," you instruct, and he does. Carefully, as to not splash any water, you step in and lower yourself into the warm liquid. Your back rests against the wall of the tub with Wooyoung positioned between your legs.

Taking a quarter-sized amount of shampoo in your palm, you begin lathering it into his hair and massaging his scalp. He stays silent while you work away, doing as you ask almost absent-mindedly when you guide him this way and that to rinse the products from his hair.

"Okay, lean back," you instruct one last time, guiding his head down to dip his hair in the water and cleanse it of conditioner.

"Thank you," he mumbles, turning his head a little bit to look at you. "You didn't have to do all that."

Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around his abdomen and rest your chin on his shoulder. "I didn't, but I wanted to."

"And I'm sorry for ignoring you, I'm so sor—"

"It's okay, I know." You mumble, lifting your head from its resting position just enough to press a kiss behind his ear. He relaxes slightly, and you continue. Peppering butterfly kisses down the side of his neck and to his shoulder.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, the only noise a soft buzzing emitting from the fluorescent lights above. The warm water mixed with Wooyoung's even breaths work like a lullaby and you finally allow yourself a moment to relax. Your eyelids feel heavy, the stress of today's events finally catching up with your body. You rest against Wooyoung and continue to hold him, cheek smushed against his shoulder blade.

"It's okay if you want to go, I know you're probably tired." He suddenly speaks.

You hum against his skin, "I'm not leaving, not unless you ask me to."

"I just don't want you to feel like you have to, I can handle shit like this myself."

"That's the problem, Wooyoung." You sigh, not out of frustration or anything of the sort, but because your heart hurts for him and you're running out of ways to let him know you truly do want to help. "You're not a burden. Not to me, or Yeosang, or San, or Yunho— anyone. Why didn't you just tell us? You know we're there for you no matter what."

"I didn't know how," His voice breaks. "I don't like being like this. I hate who I am right now but I can't stop it!"

Wooyoung's shoulders tremble, and you can sense another pent-up wave of emotions ready to crest. "I just want to feel okay again," he sobs and you instinctively shift back, pulling him with you to recline. He sinks into the water a bit, head under your chin and resting against your chest. You reposition your arms for him to get comfortable, wrapping them around his midsection.

The final thread he'd been hanging on to finally snaps and Wooyoung completely shatters in your arms right then and there. His wails fill the room with perhaps the most heartbreaking sounds you've had the misfortune to hear. You hold him for what feels like hours, your own silent tears streaming steadily down your cheeks.

There's absolutely nothing you can say in that moment and you hate it. You hate feeling helpless, you hate that Wooyoung ever has to feel this way, and you hate the world for being so harsh to him. It isn't fair.

You can sit there and tell him everything that will be okay and kiss him better all you want, but at the end of the day, those are just empty dreams. It's ambitious to believe you alone could piece him back together in this moment. So you do the best you can, and just hold the broken pieces of him together so that none get lost. Even if they slice your skin and leave your hands bleeding, you'll make sure to handle them with the utmost care.

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛👑Day 24: "Let's get you cleaned up."

Blankets/Stitches/Bandages

@juneofdoom

Day 23: "You're doing great"

Summary: Yeosang arrives at Seonghwa’s dorm bleeding.

CW: minor injuries, minor blood

Whumpee: Yeosang Caretaker: Seonghwa

Whatever Seonghwa had expected to see when he opened the door to the dorm he shared with San and Mingi, it wasn't this. He had been having a lovely afternoon, actually. San was out with Wooyoung, and Mingi and Yunho were gaming in the Yunho/Yeosang dorm. After he had finished a thorough cleaning of their dorm Seonghwa had curled up under a cozy blanket with a cup of tea. Reading the book a manager-noona had recommended to him was a lovely distraction from their normally rather hectic days. The steady rainfall had been a comforting background sound.

Now, however, Seonghwa had been pulled from serenity by the doorbell ringing. To make it worse, in the hallway stood a completely drenched Yeosang, dripping water everywhere. A small puddle had already formed where he stood. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead and his clothing was soaked with rainwater. In one hand he held his skateboard and he looked downright miserable.

Seonghwa could only stare at the mess his dongsaeng was, mouth gaping open.

"Hyung? Can I come in?", Yeosang asked, teeth chattering loudly behind bluish lips.

"Yes, sure, sure", Seonghwa said, regaining his posture and ushering Yeosang in. The younger man smiled thankfully at him and closed the door behind himself. They faced each other, a bit lost.

Seonghwa was kind of surprised to see his dongsaeng in this state. The younger was normally not that much of a comfort seeker, if anything he rather hid if he was sick or injured. He shuddered as he remembered the concert and the dislocated finger years ago. Something must have happened for Yeosang to decide to come to Seonghwa instead of being his usual self sufficient persona.

"What happened to you, Sang-ah?" Seonghwa asked, though he could imagine. The skateboard was kind of incriminating. 

"Oh uh, long story. I promise I’ll tell you. Can I borrow some dry clothes before?", Yeosang mumbled, running his hand through wet hair, grimacing. He really looked like a drowned puppy. Already another puddle was forming in the hall. Seonghwa would have to clean again, later. He didn’t mind, of course.

"Oh, yeah, that’s probably for the better. Why don't you go to the bathroom before you drip everywhere? I'll find something for you to wear", Seonghwa agreed and bustled off to find some fitting and warm clothes for his dongsaeng. Surely San had something that would fit the small dancer.

A few minutes later Seonghwa knocked on the closed bathroom door and slipped inside after hearing a confirming: "Come in."

Yeosang had taken off his clothes, only clad in his boxers now, and flushed red with embarrassment. He was visibly shivering from the cold now but he seemingly preferred that to sticky wet clothes. Yeosang had never liked being wet, after all. Seonghwa spotted blood flowing down his scraped open knees now that the jeans were off. That explained something.

"Oh, honey", Seonghwa whispered and gently placed a hand against Yeosang's pale and frankly freezing arm. Yeosang shuddered at the warmth. "Take a hot shower, why don't you? I'll make some tea and when you're warmed up a bit I'll look at your knees."

"You and your teas, hyung”, Yesoang said teasingly, then added a sincere: “Thank you." His smile was tight and kind of sad.

Fifteen minutes later Yeosang emerged from the steaming bathroom, wearing an assortment of San’s clothes - well, only a hoodie and shorts. He was carrying the sweatpants in one hand, knees hastily wrapped with toilet paper that already was colored red. Now that his body was warmer the blood apparently wanted to flow faster.

“Sang-ah”, Seonghwa sighed at the pitiful sight the younger made, pouting slightly. Yeosang just shrugged.

Seonghwa beckoned him over to the couch, where he wrapped Yeosang's still slightly shivering form in blankets, careful not to smear them with blood. He had already gathered the first-aid-kit, hoping it was enough. It was laying on the table next to a cup of rapidly cooling herbal tea that Seonghwa pushed into Yeosang’s shaky hands, stabilizing the cup until he was sure that Yeosang would not drop it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, kiddo. I really hope you don’t need stitches”, Seonghwa said, rifling through the amount of bandages and plasters he found. “Are you in a lot of pain?”

“It’s not that bad”, Yeosang said sincerely, though still with a sad tinge to his voice, “I’m more annoyed and embarrassed than anything.”

"Do you want to tell me what happened?", Seonghwa asked as he peeled off the toilet paper from Yeosang's scraped knees. Then he lifted Yeosang’s legs into his lap, studying the wounds. While bleeding a lot and being very wide, they were not too deep. No need for a hospital, though Yeosang would surely be uncomfortable walking for some time. 

"I spend too much time with Hongjoong-hyung, it seems. His clumsiness rubbed off on me", Yeosang mumbled sheepishly. "That and a lot of bad luck. It wasn’t even supposed to rain today but it already started drizzling when I arrived at the skate park."

He stopped when Seonghwa touched his knees to inspect them for tiny stones or any dirt that could have gotten into the wound. The eldest luckily didn't see any dirt, so he just carefully wiped a wet cloth over the broken skin. Despite his carefulness it caused Yeosang to bite his lip in pain. He exhaled harshly once Seonghwa was finished, apologizing quietly, and continued.

"I thought since I already was there, I would use the chance anyways. We don’t have that many free days and I was really looking forward to it”, he continued. 

Seonghwa could now place his sadness and he sympathized - Yeosang just had wanted to have some fun on their day off and now he was injured and wet. With the stress of their schedules they all had looked forward to the day to calm down and do what they wanted. If he had been in Yeosang’s shoes, Seonghwa probably would have already burst into frustrated tears.

 “Ah, shit”, Yeosang hissed.

Seonghwa shushed him and apologized. He should have warned Yeosang - the disinfectant he had sprayed onto the younger’s knees must be burning badly. Yeosang gripped the blanket tighter and resisted another shiver. Tears started to involuntarily pool in his eyes, both from pain and from how awful his day had been.

"To make it worse, I didn’t even get to skate for longer than like two minutes before I slipped on the wet mini ramp and fell. Then it really started raining and I realized I had forgotten my phone in the dorm and I had to walk all the way back since I couldn’t call a manager. I didn’t want to interrupt Mingi and Yunho with my stupidity and so I came here", he added in a small, shaky voice.

“You know they wouldn’t have minded helping you”, Seonghwa scolded lightly but then grew silent, focused on placing a sterile dressing on Yeosang’s right knee and wrapping a bandage around it. Then he continued with the left knee, carefully wrapping it as well. He inspected his work and decided it was as good as it could be. To signal he was done and to contain more shivers, he placed another blanket over Yeosang’s legs.

Once done with fussing and making sure he had covered Yeosang up fully he turned his full attention to the emotional state of the younger.

"I’m so sorry. You’re really not having the best day, huh?”, Seonghwa asked tenderly and opened his arms. He wasn’t sure if Yeosang actually wanted a hug but to his surprise his dongsaeng immediately dove into the comforting embrace, clearly in need of a long and warm hug. Yeosang pressed his face into Seonghwa’s shoulder and the older started to run his fingers through the damp hair as the younger man cried. Seonghwa rocked them gently from side to side, whispering comforting nonsense into his ear.

Two hours, an expensive order of chicken, and a movie of his choice later, Yeosang was happy enough with his free day - even using his injured knees to make Seonghwa wait on him hand and foot. 

If Seonghwa’s mission hadn’t been to make Yeosang as happy as possible, he would have quit about an hour ago, after having to run up and down the stairs to Yeosang’s dorm for the special chicken sauce the younger craved. 

Oh, well. 

Day 25: "I should have listened to you"

Masterlist link: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's June of Doom 2024

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 38]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

-Small timeskip-

Despite what you told Seonghwa, you didn't go to the authorities, you were just far too busy and you knew that if you went to the police, more people would be involved.

The threatening messages didn't stop, they got more and more explicit but you just couldn't give them any time. You and Mingi haven't seen each other in weeks so maybe the person thought you broke up or something, which is why things haven't really escalated to something more.

"Indigo, are you ready?" Eden dropped by your studio. You turned around, blinking. The blank look on your face showed your confusion.

"The production meeting...?" He raised his eyebrows as he reminded. You turned to the clock on your phone.

"Oh, shoot! I didn't know it was so late already!" You jumped up from your chair, scrambling for your things. You saved your work and grabbed your iPad.

"Calm down, we have time. How long have you been working in here?" He asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I lost track of time." You rubbed the back of your neck. You wore your beanie and walked out with him.

"Once you sit down, you just get lost in the process, don't you?" Eden chuckled. You nodded your head in embarrassment. You need to set more noticeable time reminders in the future.

"I'm excited to hear what the time has to propose with the music video and concept outfits. That would be so exciting." You clapped your hands. Everyone was gathering today to hear what the creative production team has to propose.

"CEO Kim will be there?" You asked. Eden nodded to confirm. You buried your face in your hands.

"Why? Why? What's wrong with our CEO?" Eden asked with amusement at your reaction to meeting your big boss.

"I haven't got a reply for him..." You mumbled.

"He's not expecting a reply so quickly, Indigo. Don't worry about it! Your contract with us isn't up anyway. He'll want you to focus on the comeback first." He patted your shoulder as he laughed.

"But what about-"

"Eden hyung! Indigo!" A few voices called, cutting Eden off. Eden didn't finish his sentence, seeing the Ateez boys.

"Indigo! I missed you so much! Did you miss me?!" Wooyoung hugged you tightly, shaking you up and down. You chuckled and hugged him back.

"I did miss you, Woo. I hope you've been well and taking care of yourself." You said, making him grin proudly. He stuck his tongue out at the other members, as if what you said was that you missed him ONLY. Hongjoong plucked him off you but Wooyoung still held your hand to enter the meeting room.

"Hey, your shirt... Looks like the one I bought Mingi for his birthday." Yeosang pointed at your oversized shirt. Mingi choked.

"Yah, yah, Yesoang. Be careful of what you're saying." Yunho covered up his flusteredness with an awkward chuckle. If others have heard it, they would be suspicious.

"Y-Yeah, I got the same shirt..." You lied. You didn't even notice this was Mingi's shirt, you just took it out of your drawer, which is usually a mix of yours and Mingi's clothes from the wash.

"But-"

"It's true, look at Indigo and I. We're wearing the same clothes all the time." Hongjoong sent Yeosang a look to not say anything further.

"That's because you copy me." You scoffed with your arms crossed. Hongjoong just rolled his eyes.

Soon, the remaining meeting attendees entered the big room and took their seats. When the CEO entered with his assistant, everyone stood up to bow to him in greeting. He smiled and waved for everyone to take their seats.

"Let's go through the music video concepts first? Followed by the style concepts. Then we'll go to the producers and finally, finance team with the budgeting." He instructed.

"Yes, boss." Everyone chimed.

"Also, boys, feel free to voice your opinions after each presentation." He said to the 8 Ateez members that were sitting together.

"Thank you, boss." The 8 boys bowed their heads. You turned your iPad on, ready to take notes where necessary. The videography and production team went first.

"Alright, these are the storyboards for the music video." The employee flashed the picture on the screen.

"Ooooooh." You and Ateez had the same reactions. Behind you, Eden laughed, knowing you were amazed by everything in this process.

"Don't laugh at me." You whispered with a pout. Eden still snickered, reaching out to pat your head. You continued to listen to the speaker proposing the location and all the other logistics for the music video shooting. Even if you were not the one in the music video, you felt excitement bubble within you.

Mingi watched you from the other side of the room. He hadn't seen you in weeks. Sure, you've video called and texted but nothing was better than actually holding you. He wanted to just hold you now.

"You're staring." San leaned over to whisper. Mingi blushed, tearing his gaze away from you.

"Sorry. Can't help it." He grumbled softly.

"The location and storyboard looks good. We'll look at booking the film site and accommodation." The CEO nodded in approval.

"These are the outfits for the music video. We will reuse them for some of the comeback promotions. The alternative outfits for other promotional activities are these." The head stylist showed.

"Oh, wow. They're so cool." You could imagine how good the boys would look in all the outfits.

"I'll go through the individual outfit inspirations for each member." She flipped through the slides, going through each member's outfit collection.

"Hongjoong sshi will be in mostly Balmain, sent over from their styling team. Especially for interviews, as we expect questions about you becoming an ambassador with them. Mingi sshi, you will be in Diesel outfits." She pointed out.

"Look at you, hyung. Balmain prince." Wooyoung voiced proudly. Hongjoong shushed him for being disruptive but it was because he was shy from all the attention.

The stylists teams really knew what they were doing, suggesting outfits and styles that brought out the best features of each member.

"More see through shirts for Seonghwa hyung. The fans would want that." Jongho snickered.

"Shut it." Seonghwa glared.

"So with these outfits, there are the hair colours that we are proposing to the members for them to choose." She showed the different options.

"Hmm..." You hummed to yourself softly, deep in thought. You tilted your head, trying to imagine Mingi in all the proposed hair colours for him. To you, Mingi always looked good in whatever he wears. You think he would look good in any of the outfits and hair colours that the stylist team suggested.

"Producer team? You're next." CEO Kim said.

"Go ahead." Eden encouraged you to stand first. You shook your head, you were not ready to present.

"It's okay. Just go, it'll be fine." He whispered. You gulped and slowly shuffled to the front of the room. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat and plugged your laptop in.

"Walk us through it." CEO Kim told you with a little more encouragement.

"This is the progress of the songs. We are done with both title tracks and on the way to finishing the b-side tracks." You explained.

"Title track 1." You began to play the songs for everyone. Even if it was a team effort, you still felt stressed knowing that you would have to accept everyone's scrutiny on behalf of the producers.

"Next song." CEO Kim directed and you bowed, playing the next song for the room.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Mingi seemed to feel your nervousness, watching how emotionless the CEO's face was as he listened to the songs that you played. He wasn't even up there but he felt his stomach churning from the nerves.

"It's good. Good job, Indigo." The CEO nodded his head when the final song finished playing. You let out a sigh of relief before you bowed deeply.

"Everyone, for those that don't know, this is Indigo's first time working with us and I would like to commend her on what a great job she's been doing. She's been surpassing expectations." He added.

"Thank you for your kind words, sir." You bowed again, your mask hiding your heated cheeks.

"Yay. Go, Indigo." The Ateez boys softly cheered, sending you small fist pumps and encouraging smiles, making you laugh.

"Eden, anything to add?" CEO Kim turned to the head producer. Eden nodded and stood up, giving more detailed updates on the progress from the other producers.

"Good work, producers. I'm happy to hear that the songs are coming along well. Thank you for working with the other Ateez members to involve them in the production process. Lastly, we have the finance team with the budget." CEO Kim waved for the next speaker. You and Eden bowed before returning to your seats.

"I told you, you could do it. There's nothing to be worried about, our work is good." Eden whispered.

"If you had told me I would be the one presenting earlier, I would have prepared more to explain about the songs." You complained.

"If I had told you earlier, you would be a nervous wreck, worried about presenting to our CEO. See? You didn't need preparation and he still complimented you." He said.

"Fine." You couldn't argue with that.

You didn't know much about finance, budgets and numbers so you didn't really pay much attention to the presentation.

"Thank you everyone for coming and preparing material to present. I'm glad we are progressing well for this comeback. Boys, it's all up to you now to deliver the hard work." The CEO said. The Ateez boys stood up and bowed.

"Thank you for all the hardwork that everyone has been putting into our comeback, we'll continue to work hard and not disappoint any of you." Hongjoong said and the others nodded in agreement.

"What disappoint? All of you don't disappoint, you always give it your all." The stylist director said.

"Agreed, it's a collective effort of everyone to ensure success." Eden added.

"Thank you." Everyone bowed to the CEO as he left with his assistant. The remaining people bowed to each other as they all packed up their things and left.

"You were amazing!" San lifted you up and spun you around.

"San!" You squealed, hitting his shoulder for him to put you down. You didn't want anyone to start gossiping after seeing that.

"You did good. The CEO really likes you, he doesn't compliment people openly that much." Mingi patted your head with a soft smile. You smiled up at him, giving him a friendly hug. You so badly wanted to give him a kiss and ask him to hold you to calm your nerves but you knew where you were now.

"Thank you." You giggled.

"Indigo, let's go meet the others to update them." Eden called for you and you left the boys to go with him back to the studio. There was a box outside Eden's office.

"Fan mail?" You teased. Eden rolled his eyes but smiled. He bent down to read the tag.

"It's actually addressed to you. The reception must have delivered it wrongly. Let me go get you a box cutter." Eden chuckled. You tilted your head and bent down.

'To: Indigo'

Indeed, it was your name on the box. There was no return address or sender name. Eden handed you the box cutter from his studio.

"Indigo, wait." He suddenly stopped you. Your hands froze, the cold seriousness in Eden's voice made you freeze.

"Don't open it. I'm calling security. Move back." Eden said. You dropped the box cutter and scooted back as told. You went to Eden, who was on the phone. But his words were drowned out when you saw what he saw.

What looked to be blood was seeping out the corner of the box. You completely missed it since it was the corner facing away from you. Eden's free hand wrapped around you to comfort you.

"W-What is that?"

"I don't know. We're not going to find out. Security is on their way." Eden rubbed your back to comfort you.

"Sit." Eden brought you into his studio and sat you down on his chair while he went out. But with the door ajar, you could hear a little of the conversation outside.

"This is horrible... Get rid of it. Now." Eden ordered.

"But sir, the note-"

"I don't care about the dumb note! When I say get rid of it, I mean get rid of everything!" He yelled, making you flinch.

"And you guys better be scanning through all the packages that come in through the front thoroughly from now on. This kind of package shouldn't have made it past security, whether it is for idols or not. Someone could have been seriously injured if it was someone else." Eden scolded.

"Doesn't mean there are no idols on this floor means that there can't still be a threat. No more bringing packages up to the producer floor. Everything is to be left downstairs." He commanded.

"Yes, sir." The security replied. Eden entered and you lifted your head to look at him. He took another chair to sit down opposite you.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded your head glumly, staring at the ground in front of you.

"Indigo, have you ever got something like this before?" Eden asked with a much gentler, softer tone. He was worried that you were now fragile.

"No..."

"But?" He prompted, knowing you had more to say.

"I've been receiving threats... In my emails and on online platforms, even my ghost server, that's why I closed it temporarily... And a few weeks ago, someone followed me home from the convenience store." You gulped.

"And you've been dealing with all this on your own? Why would you not say anything? We can help you!" Eden's eyes widened in shock as he heard you list the incidents.

"I can't... Because I think the threat has to do with me and Mingi... And the boys are busy preparing for their comeback, I don't want to give them another thing to worry about, especially Mingi..."

"But you still shouldn't keep this to yourself..." Eden sighed. he reached out to hold your clamy hand.

"Seonghwa and Jongho knows. Jongho guessed something was wrong and Seonghwa accidentally saw one of the emails." You said.

"Mingi doesn't know any of this? Nothing at all."

"No, I can't tell him. Please don't tell him, Eden... Or any of the others... Mingi has been dealing with enough and I don't want to add to that with my issues." You chewed on your bottom lip, tears suddenly blurring your vision. Eden grabbed the tissue box and handed it to you.

"Indigo... You shouldn't be keeping all this to yourself and dealing with it on your own. I'm sure Mingi would feel even worse he if he knew you were keeping this from him..." He said.

"I know but he's going to think that this is his fault. I don't want him to think that when it isn't." Your lip quivered.

"What should I do, Eden? I'm fine with me receiving all the hate but I don't want Mingi or anyone else to get hurt." You asked.

"Silly girl, you're still worried about others even when things like this have happened. Think about your safety too. This is not a small matter." He patted your head.

"I won't tell Mingi. But we will need to do something to protect you more. Even if you're only here for a short contract, you're still considered a KQ employee no matter what and we won't let anything happen to you." He promised.

"Thank you."

"We will implement more security here. I'm more worried now that someone tried to follow you home. It means they have triangulated a plausible location that you're staying at." He frowned.

"Is there someone you can stay with temporarily? Just to have someone around to make sure you're safe." He asked.

"Not anyone close enough. I've been living independently from a young age." You shook your head.

"Let me see if I can get you a house in the same apartment building as the boys. At least the company knows that the security there is good enough to let them live there." He said.

"Okay. I'll just tell the boys my lease was up and KQ offered me an apartment in their building. But please, Eden. I don't want too many people knowing about this. Word gets around too quickly and I don't want to lose anymore control of this situation." You begged. Eden looked at you, he didn't want to agree.

"Fine. But if things get worse, I'm going to implement more safety measures, even if it means telling Mingi. I'm not going to mess around with anyone's safety."

"I understand. Thankfully, so far, this person has only expressed harm towards me and not Mingi." You said in relief.

"Don't just think about the safety of everyone else that you forget your own, Indigo." He frowned.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, Eden." You felt bad for always hiding things from him.

"Pabo, what are you apologising for?" He smiled softly. After a while, you headed back to your studio. You saw Mingi inside, sitting in your chair, waiting for you.

"There you are, baby." There was his familiar smile. He stood up and went over to you, engulfing you in a big bear hug.

"Sorry, I was talking to Eden about-"

"It's okay." He whispered, tilting your head up to plant his lips against yours. Oh, how you've missed Mingi so much. You missed everything about him, his warmth, his scent, the way his fingers laced and rested on your lower back when he hugged you.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea." He pressed his forehead against yours. You felt your eyes watering as you cupped his cheeks to look at him.

"I missed you too." You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

"Aww, baby. Don't cry." He stroked the back of your head, chuckling.

"You're doing so well here, I'm so proud of you." Mingi leaned down to shower your head in kisses. You looked up at him, gently yanking him down to kiss him again. You just missed him so much.

"My beautiful baby." He tucked your hair behind your ear. You sat on his lap on the couch.

"How did you sneak away?" You asked.

"I told Hongjoong hyung I deserve a prize for working so hard the past few weeks so he let me come." He laughed. You slapped his chest for calling you a 'prize'.

"As much as I love the fans and can't wait for them to see this comeback, I really wish time would slow down or stop just for a while. So I can be with you and continue to hold you like this without having to leave you for practice, you know, like a normal couple." Mingi sighed. You hummed in agreement.

"But if we didn't have our jobs, we wouldn't have met, Mings. Every relationship has its sacrifices. This is ours." You reasoned.

"You're right. I'd rather deal with the sacrifices than to not have met you, baby." He stroked your cheek.

~

Series Masterlist

[eviebyme]

According to their charts & your intuition, which ATEEZ members MTL wouldn’t mind dating a foreigner?

*Im sorry this was in my drafts for soo long, thank you for your patience💕*

Ateez mtl to date a foreigner

Most

Seonghwa

Yesoang

Wooyoung

Yunho

Mingi

Jongho

San

Hongjoong

Least

Seonghwa loves to learn about other cultures, which would make dating a foreigner very appealing. He will watch everything they do in awe. If they speak another language, he will enjoy the challenge of studying their native language to communicate better. I can also see him wanting an "international" family and exposing his children to different parts of the world when they are young. Yeosang purely makes decisions with his heart, and there's no telling who he may fall for. Language and cultural barriers will not stop his love and he will do anything to nuture a relationship with the one he cares for. He may not have the intention to date a foreigner, but if he ends up in a relationship with one - he's 100% commited.

Wooyoung would totally date a foreigner - but committing to a longterm relationship is another story. He can be a playboy but tends to be very traditional when it comes to long term dating. He knows he’ll get married someday, but for now he’s just having fun. I can see Yunho as being the same. They’ll talk or causally date anyone, but a long term relationship - no thank you. They’re enjoying the bachelor life at the moment.

Mingi and Jongho may higly consider dating a foreigner, but may be reluctant. They’re not cautious because of any cultural barriers, they’re just shy. They may seem outgoing, but when it comes to love they are very apprehensive. I can see Mingi being attracted to a foreigner but talk himself out of pursuing them out of fear that it wouldn’t work. Jongho falls in love several times a week but never makes a move. He’s single because he’s currently admiring from afar.

San likes to stick with what he knows and what he’s comfortable with. Not saying that he wouldn’t be willing to date a foreigner if he had feelings for them, but he tends to not venture too far out of his comfort zone. It would be difficult for him to open himself up to someone when there is a language barrier. Hongjoong is forever single guys 😂. Just kidding, but he is very introverted and will have difficulty opening to anyone. I put him last only for this reason. From his chart I assume that it is difficult for him to enter a serious relationship, so the fact that there could be language/culture barriers would make getting to know someone 100x harder for him and he needs to know someone very well to date them.

Requests open!

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

I feel like you'd know better than me lol has every member of Stray Kids changed to a Samsung phone??? I have a Fake Texts WIP and I still have Chans texts in blue and I'm wondering if I need to change them lol. And on that note, do you know who in Ateez has Samsungs? I thought I read Yesoang did, but I'm not sure 🤔

Hi !!! As far as I know every member of Stray Kids has switched to Samsung. As for Ateez, I'm still trying to figure that out myself 😭

If anyone knows what phones Ateez has please let us know 😭😭😭

[moonstardust82]

Park Seonghwa had a secret; he was a mage.

Kim Hongjoong had a problem; he needed a mage to join his pirate crew and journey with him to a lost island that might or might not exist.

When chance brings these two individuals together, it seems like an act of the heavens. After all, the universe works in mysterious ways. However, there are dangers lurking in the shadows and hidden truths that must be revealed before the journey’s end. Join the crew for a tale of magic, adventures, lost treasures and a love that defies the odds.

[teezmie]

Nobody asks, but this genre of Yeosang gives off a Jasper Hale vibes from Twilight...I mean, they're both mysterious and quiet.

[worlds-shortest-astronaut]

Ateez said: emo-goth-pirate rights

[jonghostation]

MASTERLIST

ATEEZ

Headcanons

As Baristas

As Avengers

As Doctors

As Lifeguards

As Best Friends

As Owls

As Things to Say Before You Eat

As Bookcases

As Cat Memes

As John Mulaney Quotes

Incorrect Quotes

One , Two , Three , Four , Five , Six , Seven , Eight , Nine , Ten , Eleven , Twelve , Thirteen , Fourteen

Reactions

When You Call Them Just to Say I Love You

When Their Best Friend Catches Feelings for Them

When Their GF Finds Out They’re A Vampire

Hongjoong

w/ MakeupArtist!Reader

Coming to Hongjoong’s Studio for the First Time

TIME STAMPS

[2:27] , [2:43], [5:45]

Seonghwa

w/ MakeupArtist!Reader , (Spinoff - semi collab)

Prince!Seonghwa AU

OlderBrother!Seonghwa AU

TIME STAMPS

[11:15] , [2:43], [21:30]

Yunho

w/ MakeupArtist!Reader

Prince!Yunho AU

OlderBrother!Yunho AU

TIME STAMPS

[12:08], [16:54], [16:37], [16:39]

Yeosang

w/ MakeupArtist!Reader

Bandaids (Doctor!Yeosang AU)

TIME STAMPS

[22:16], [20:26], 

San

w/ MakeupArtist!Reader

Prince!San AU

Guardian Angel

Shiber, Protect Her for Me

TIME STAMPS

[00:13] , [1:15], [8:21], [17:06], [21:11], [14:40]

Mingi

w/ MakeupArtist!Reader

Dating Mingi would include..

BadBoy!Mingi

Sensory Overload

TIME STAMPS

[14:28], [7:28], [22:18]

Wooyoung

w/ MakeupArtist!Reader

Pride and Parties

I Love You Too Much

TIME STAMPS

[11:22] , [17:50], [4:20], [15:50], [13:05]

Jongho

w/ MakeupArtist!Reader

CEO!Jongho

Dews of Twilight : Pt. 1 , Pt. 2

Knight!Jongho

BadBoy!Jongho AU

TIME STAMPS 

[23:25] , [09:35] , [23:30] , [15:17], [23:54], [12:28]

[lunar-writings-love]

College!AU - Seonghwa (ateez)

I’ll be doing a college!au series of every ateez member and I thought I’d start off with Seonghwa because ,, yes 

Author’s note: it’s a bullet fic 

warnings: SUPER SOFT HOURS and also cussing i guess?

~~~~~~

Seonghwa: 

okay so ,, seonghwa i love him but that’s beside the point 

seonghwa’s majoring in biology

he’s a third year so he’ll be declaring his major soon and he’s thinking about narrowing his field of study a bit 

he doesn’t know to what exactly yet (anything but molecular biology 

he just ,, can’t with molecular biology that shit’s wack) 

seonghwa’s also minoring in nutrition

which makes sense,,,

i mean the boy carries around those organic, all natural, fun-free snacks; expecting for the members to eat them, not understanding WHY they all run away screaming when he pulls out his kale chips with non-dairy cheese

he’s super into fitness and keeping his own body healthy, so he’s always trying new recipes, keeping watch of his calorie and sugar intake,

he tried the keto diet, but then realized it did virtually nothing for him so now he just chose to increase his protein intake and work out more in the hopes of developing muscle (he can’t have jongho bullying him forever)

he regularly works out too and doesn’t understand why there always seems to be so many people taking breaks at the water-fountains near the treadmills where he runs whenever he works out 

at the university he shares his dorm room with hongjoong 

they bicker a lot and since seonghwa is always cleaning and cooking for the other boys, he’s earned himself the nickname mom

he doesn’t like it, but oh well

anything for his babies

seonghwa is also involved in a lot of different activities: he’s part of the school’s hip-hop dance team, is the treasurer for the university’s speech and debate club, etc.

he always takes part in the annual dorm cook-off (he never wins because he doesn’t understand that college kids want greasy food, not his fucking zucchini noodles zoodles)

he also show’s up to every member’s event/recital/performance etc. and cheers louder than any other person for his boys 

“YES THAT’S MY FRIEND DO YOU SEE HIM! GO JONGHO!”

jongho: oh my god, stop it mom

now, you were close friends with some of the other first years at the university 

you and jongho were neighbors growing up and when you found out the two of you would be going to the same uni you were ecstatic!

so naturally, since jongho was your closest friend in college, he often invited you to hang out with his other friends 

you had met seonghwa a couple of times before and found him to be absolutely drop-dead gorgeous 

you may have even developed a small crush on him after he offered to walk you to your dorm one night after hanging out with the boys but oh well you would never dare to say that out loud 

he was so nice, and strong, and hot, and nice, and funny, and kind, and nice, and you were ,,,, hopeless

but you figured an amazing and wonderful guy like him would never go for an awkward first year like you, so you just bottled those feelings up and shelved it 

you were a linguistics major, focusing on social linguistics 

you could rave for hours and hours about phonetics or the development of language

once the boys invited you and jongho over for late night snacks and after asking you about your major you went on a 13 minute spiel on the development of romantic languages and while the boys all started to ignore you after the first 2 minutes, seonghwa listened and thought it was cute 

so yeah ,,, you were so, so smart 

but when it came to anything science related , you were lost 

STEM subjects were really not your forte

you barely scraped through calculus and chemistry throughout high school, but biology, holy shit where do you even begin on that 

you couldn’t memorize cell functions or neuron transmitters to save your life and as your professor delved deeper and deeper into cellular biology, your grade sunk deeper and deeper 

you were desperate 

you pulled all-nighters at the library just to barely get passing grades on tests

you were getting seriously stressed and anxious, your mental health plummeting as the year progressed 

jongho found you for the hundredth time at the university library at four in the morning attempting to memorize evolutionary pathways  

he would never say it out loud because he’S a MaN, but he was worried about you and your mental health 

he coaxed you back into your room, and instantly had an idea 

whY NoT HavE SeoNgHwA tEacH YoU bIoloGy :O !!

when he told you a few hours later you screeched 

no

no way 

seonghwa must already think you’re weird, but stupid on top of that ??

no, sorry but not even you deserved that type of embarrassment 

jongho ignored you though and the very next day you were in seonghwa’s dorm room sitting near his desk as he opened up your biology book 

you wanted to die 

if possible, you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole and spit you out again years later as a successful and well-known linguist

please lord this is unfair the love of your life seonghwa teaching you biology was not okay please send you back to your dorm please please 

alas, life was never kind to you 

“so what are you struggling with?”

“everything”

“oh”

seonghwa was so patient with you though 

he meticulously went through the textbook and really made sure you understood the subjects before moving onto the next one 

you don’t even know how, but he made learning about macromolecules sexy mmmm

you were finally beginning to understand biology 

this arrangement had been going on for a few weeks now and your midterm for the class was soon approaching  

you were scared shitless 

yes, seonghwa was helping you, and yes, you were doing better on your tests and projects, but a midterm grade meant a lot and you could not afford to have to retake this class or have your final grade depend on the final test 

you were s t r e s s e d

and seonghwa caught on pretty quickly 

you had dark circles under your eyes 

you lost some weight 

you had breakdowns every day and seonghwa’s heart ached everytime he saw you like that 

he promised you he’d help you get a B on your midterm 

you didn’t think it’d be possible, but he swore on it and he was cute so you just went along with it 

the last chapter that would be covered on the midterm was ,, you guessed it ,,, molecular biology :’))))

it’s not that seonghwa was bad at the subject, he actually found genomics super interesting 

it’s just, it was way too much information to handle and trying to memorize all of that was a pain in the ass 

but when you guys had your next study session, seonghwa brushed up on his dna forensics and sat you right down

he was going to make you understand 

to be honest, as he explained chromosomes, gene therapy, and the likes to you ,,, you were lost as fuck 

what in the shit was cell division 

but you put up with it and paid close attention ,, your grade depended on you to understand this mess 

you guys had two weeks until your test, and after one week of teaching you molecular biology, that left you and seonghwa a week for you to review 

your review for the test took place at his dorm in case you had any questions and had to ask him anything

he’d go to the kitchen hall and make you some healthy snacks to get your brain juice flowing as you sat on his bed reviewing meiosis and dna replication 

to be honest, over the past couple of months seonghwa had been teaching you biology, you guys grew super close 

you were constantly over at his dorm

you two were always talking to each other 

when you and the boys met up, instead of sitting next to jongho you gradually moved to sit next to seonghwa much to hongjoong and jongho’s disapproval 

they missed their best friends :(((

but all the boys thought you two were super cute and watched from at the sidelines as your guys’ romance progressed  

if possible, these months with seonghwa made you fall even more for him 

it got way past of just being a crush, you were pretty sure you loved him 

you even grew to enjoy his weird avocado brownies and zoodles, and if that isn’t true love then i don’t know what is

it finally got around to being the day before your test and you were a n x i o u s as fuck 

even seonghwa was nervous for you ,, the week prior he had been talking hongjoong’s ear off about you and this damn test 

hongjoong couldn’t handle it anymore for the love of God someone please get these two together just make-out or something he didn’t want to hear about you anymore

you were at your dorm studying polymers, when you heard a knock at your door 

it was seonghwa gasp who would’ve known :)))

in his hand was take-out 

“sorry i’m a fake health fanatic i eat hella junk food when i’m nervous so i brought us burgers and fries and milkshakes and let me inside your dorm i need to sit down this is so nerve wracking”

you couldn’t help but laugh as you moved out of the way to let him inside 

“thanks seonghwa”

you two ate your burgers in silence before it got too awkward and you tried to make things better 

“i’m studying polymers right now, it’s not as bad as i thought it would be”

“See!! i’m glad you’re understanding biology. it’s a really cool subject when you understand the mechanics behind it”

“i guess so”

he stayed at your dorm room a few more hours reviewing subjects with you 

before you knew it, it was 10 at night and it was past seonghwa’s bed time (hA oLd man)

he told you to quickly take a shower and go to bed because you had to be well rested for your test tomorrow 

you agreed 

it was silent for a while, an unfamiliar awkward tension filled the air before seonghwa hugged you “byegoodlucktomorrowtextmewhenyou’redoneyou’lldogreatbye”

he then zoomed out your room 

you were a blushing mess as you closed your dorm room and got your bathroom supplies ready 

fuck you were in love with park seonghwa

the next morning, you took your midterm and were surprised that you actually knew what the fuck was going on 

dna replication? check 

evolutionary pathways? check 

lipids and cell functions? check 

oH mY gOD yOU UNDERSTOOD BIOLOGY !!1

you handed in your midterm and walked outside the lecture hall, you felt good about the test but you would only know your grade a week later 

as you left the hall someone grabbed onto your shoulders 

it was seonghwa

“WELL HOW DID IT GO?”

“I UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING ON THE TEST, I MEAN I CAN’T GUARANTEE ANYTHING BUT AT LEAST I KNEW WHAT THE QUESTIONS WERE ASKING”

he hugged you super hard and you two excitedly talked about the midterm 

he even took you out to ice cream to treat you 

“shouldn’t I be treating you for helping me so much?”

“hush and just let it happen”

“okay mOm”

it was at times like these you really, really wanted to kiss him 

but alas, he wasn’t yours to kiss 

and it was also at times like these, seonghwa really, really wanted to kiss you 

so the moral of the story is that both of you were idiots

a week later, it was time for the boys’ weekly friday night movie time and you were running a bit late 

they were all gathered in hongjoong and seonghwa’s room since it was the biggest (ahh the perks of being upperclassmen) when suddenly you opened the door and hurled in, your eyes wide and crazed

“SEONGHWA I GOT AN A ON MY MIDTERM”

“WHAT OH MY GOD REALLY?!?”

he ran over to you and picked you up spinning you around as you both laughed in disbelief 

you don’t know how you pulled that off you were a dumbass how did you get an A on your biology midterm??

then as soon as he put you down and you looked up at him, bam he kissed you 

you were :OOO

jongho was :OOO

all the boys were :OOO

except for hongjoong who was like ;)))

and then as soon as y’all were done, seonghwa realized what he did 

and in front of the Kids TOO 

“oh shit i’m so sorry i don’t know why i did th-”

you cut him off with another kiss uwu

all the boys cheered and catcalled you guys 

you guys were both blushing but you didn’t care because 

1) you and park seonghwa kissed

2) you got an a on your biology midterm

you guys held hands and did cute shit as you sat down next to seonghwa to watched the horror movie jongho picked for this week 

wooyoung was shitting his pants 

as the movie played on tho, jongho slowly looked backwards towards seonghwa and said 

“seonghwa i don’t care if you’re older than me if you break y/n’s heart i swear to Jesus i’ll castrate you”

and seonghwa believed him ashjgjasha have you seen that boy’s arms ??!

seonghwa assured jongho that he would never do that to you

things lightened up again and jongho smugly said you guys should treat him to dinner since he was the mastermind behind your love 

you flipped him off

anyways, that’s the story of how you and seonghwa became the university’s cutest couple 

the cute linguistics major and the hot biology major 

you guys had cute food dates, and you even agreed to go to the gym with seonghwa

surprisingly, people stopped coming to the water fountain a few days after you started working out with him

you scared them off after telling them to stop ogling at your boyfriend HA 

seonghwa also finally decided he wanted to major specifically in cellular biology

and you supported him all the way 

you mans was going places, doing things, getting his deGrEE

then one night as you two were up as you ranted about the social impacts of language and the human conditioning of language to seonghwa he pulled you closer and kissed you because honestly he loved hearing you talk about linguistics but he couldn’t handle it anymore please it’s 3 in the morning 

you cuddled into him 

he was almost dozing off when suddenly you spoke up from the crook of his neck 

“seonghwa?”

“hmm?”

“my biology final is in three weeks”

at that moment, he was alert and awake again 

all he did was sigh as he kissed the top of your head

here you guys went again 

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HOLY SHIT THIS WAS SO LONG AND IT TOOK ME FOREVER BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS. LISTEN SOFT AND DOMESTIC COLLEGE STUDENT PARK SEONGHWA MAKES ME REALLY SOFT AND I JUST WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW THAT. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO FEEL FREE TO SEND IN YOUR REQUESTS!

i think the next member i’ll write about is Hongjoong so wait for that because it’ll be out soon!

thanks and love you guys!

- luna 

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