yutaone

[yutaone]

well well... just peaking out of my hiding spot.

is it 2021 yet?

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Reblog if you support equal rights because I do 💕

[yutaone]

“If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave.”

— Mo Willems

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yunho imagine

[ zero calls ]

a long sigh left your mouth as you stared at your phone for the thirtieth time. you thought to yourself : there was no reason to call, it would only make you weaker. it had been two whole days since the intimacy you shared with him. you’d gotten second hand embarrassment when the thought of the way you rushed home came to you. it was too unplanned , too quick, and too much to handle. the thought of calling him burned so deeply in your mind, wanting to see him again and talk normally with him. he must feel upset, as if he had done something wrong. all you wanted to do was diminish that idea from his head and walk with him along the streets once more. but something in you would not pick up the phone, it was reminding you of the scrambled thought in your mind that you didn’t know what to say to him. you placed a hand on your lips, feeling the nonexistent tingle of his lips when they kissed you in the street, right before you ran away from him. you wished so desperately to go back to that moment, to regain your confidence and let him make you as happy as you were. looking at the clock, you knew he would be practicing at this time. the thought of seeing him again made your heart race and your pulse leap.

with an abrupt jump from your seat, you set out to go visit his practice room. as scary as it sounded to you, nothing would stop you from seeing yunho. you dressed yourself simply and headed for the door. with a yank of the doorknob the door swinged open, to reveal him on the other side. he stood tall and handsome, his hand in position to knock on your door. he held an awkward grin, perhaps matching your surprised expression. he took a step back and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“i.. um... sorry, you look to be in a rush. i didn’t mean to interrupt your mission. is this a bad time?” he spoke, making you remember how much you’d missed him talk.

“no! i was just.. i don’t actually know what i was doing” you said, failing to tell him you were planning to see him.

“well, i just wanted to talk if you have any time. i could come back sometime- “ he began, you quickly spoke.

“nonsense, come in” you said to him, turning back around so that he followed you. he closed the door whilst silence filled the room, when you turned back to him, he looked at you with sincerity.

“yunho... before you say anything. i just wanted to.. apologize” you said to him, his hand waved it away.

“you don’t have to, I know you must have felt rushed” he said, diminishing the fear of embarrassment you had.

“just a little..” you admitted to him, he nodded.

“i vow to not do it again, to not let myself get carried away like that for your comfort. because i do care about you” yunho spoke. the statement only making you realize how much you also cared about him. the feeling of him vowing to never kiss you again didn’t relieve you as he thought, but saddened you with loneliness.

“but, I’d wished that we could initiate that moment once more, or perhaps many times as I feel most comfortable now than ever” you replied, eyes never leaving his wide ones. the confidence that you held before opening the door came back once more. his astoundment never left as he came closer to you, grabbing you by the hand so that your eye contact became more intimate. his face was so close to yours, causing your heart to speed back up.

“that is.. music to my ears sweetheart” he replied

his lips once again colliding with yours as it did once before, but much more comfortably. the night falling with many intimate shared kisses.

the end .

[yutaone]

wooyoung imagine

[ part of the historical romance series ]

the chattering of the people in the ballroom seemed to become louder by the minute to you. none of the conversation coming to your interest, causing you to get lost in the sea of people before you. dancing was not an interest to you as the guest twirled around the floor with partners. the men here flashed their expensive suits and jewelry whilst watching women like predators, awaiting a dance with them. you deeply hoped they never set eyes on you, making sure you avoided every contact given. it almost always went as follows : dancing, interest , marriage , commitment and etc follows. it was at most not an interest to you in this time of your life, which your friends and family found distasteful. they found many ways to put you in front of suitors, trying their very hardest to get you married in no time, which was becoming more frustrating to them as you continued to refuse. sighing once more, you returned your attention to the women you were seated with. most of them were looking for men to ask a dance from them, the other half came with the men who had already grabbed their hands in marriage, leaving you the only independent woman. 

“it is quite unfortunate that you won’t at least consider any of the gentleman here, you mustn’t think that keeping your hand to yourself will get you very far” one of the Lady’s spoke to you, seeming to get everyone to nod along with her. to avoid the same argument for the hundredth time, you nodded as well.

“ill see” was all you said, taking another sip from the cup of punch you held.

“i put all of my bets on Sir Jung Wooyoung to take my hand by nights end” said the lady, plastered in a bright orange gown. she was beautiful of course, but her attitude spoke less of her. 

“who?” you asked, earning shocked looks from the women.

“only the finest man in the ton my dear sister” she spoke again, nodding her head in the direction of the crowd. following her gaze, your eyes landed on a handsome man indeed. he examined the crowd beside another man he seemed to be in conversation with. his long dark hair made it hard to see his face clearly, but his rather sharp oddly colored attire made up for it. it was as if he’d heard your thoughts as he looked over at the two of you watching him, running his hands through his hair making his eyes more visible. the eye contact gave you goosebumps on your arms and you became flustered. breaking the eye contact, you suddenly put all of your focus onto the teal gown you were wearing, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles. he was a fine man.

“did you see the way he looked at me? im almost definite that he will ask for my hand” the woman chirped on. you held a snort to yourself, knowing full well he’d given you the eye contact that she mistook for hers. it didn’t quite matter anyways, those kind of thoughts were not of your interest, no matter how handsome he was. again , he was a fine man.

finding yourself flustered once more for the sudden thoughts of the man, you took the opportunity to excuse yourself. “I’ll be only a second in the powder room” you said to them, ignoring their judgmental faces. as you bowed to them, you started towards your destination but ran into a figure before you.

“i..apologize miss. i didn’t mean to approach you with such clumsiness” a male voice spoke, hand softly at your waist disrupting your sudden fall to the ground. you looked up to face the man who’d been mentioned before, the one whose eyes hid behind his hair, Jung Wooyoung. you stepped back releasing yourself from him, the warmth of his hand leaving you and the apologetic look he held on his face.

“no worries ... i should be more careful sir” you said to him, hoping to the heavens that redness didn’t cover your cheeks. he nodded and wiped the guilty look from his face.

“ah, we have all had our misfortunes, but if it is forgiven as you say, I’d like to ask to capture you in a dance or two?” he asked , his hands shoved into his pockets elegantly. he was a fine man. the statement once again making its self known. the stunned look on your face must have been noticeable because of the sudden grin he held. you looked at the women at the table and they held the same stunned expression. the Lady plastered in the orange gown looked far from happy, bringing a little pettiness to your mind. you turned back to him and held your hand out for him to take.

“of course , Sir Wooyoung” you spoke to him, he returned your gesture and grabbed your hand. as he led you into the crowd, that warmth came back with your hand in his. he spun you crazily into the crowd, taking your mind off of the comforting feeling, leaving you confused. he led you away from the crowd and through a door that opened to a patio.

“fresh air, yes?” he asked, once again running his hands through his hair. his face was so well cleaned up, his earrings reflected from the moon, his smile brightening the night. he was a fine man.

“i suppose, but sir... why did you lead me out here? i thought you cared for a dance” you asked, he nodded at that.

“it is clear that you wanted to be rid of the women you were seated with. see, as I have had the eye on you for the time I’ve been here, seeing the discomfort you had and the disappointment they held on their thin faces. I gave the opportunity to approach you, although I hope you don’t think of it as a mistake my lady” he spoke, his voice sounding of silk. it astounded you that he thought to even make that approach at such a professional event.

“well... it surprises me that you had thought of me during your time. i don’t know how to properly thank you” you said to him, kicking your foot. he held his hand out for you to take.

“dance with me, out here. away from the people and into the moonlight” he said, wind blowing his hair elegantly. your heart sped up, thinking of what a simple dance leads to with men. wondering if you wanted to continue your refusal with the men who approached you, but this man before you, had been the most beautiful man you have ever encountered. his interests were pure and most comforting. smiling, you took his hand and nodded an aproval to dance with him. “if i must say so myself, you are a fine woman miss” he spoke as he pulled you into a dancing position, head close to your ear.

“you’re a fine man yourself , Sir Jung Wooyoung” your voice matching the softness of his.

a/n: i hope you guys like this, please lmk if it is not well done.

[yutaone]

wooyoung imagine

[ part of the historical romance series ]

the chattering of the people in the ballroom seemed to become louder by the minute to you. none of the conversation coming to your interest, causing you to get lost in the sea of people before you. dancing was not an interest to you as the guest twirled around the floor with partners. the men here flashed their expensive suits and jewelry whilst watching women like predators, awaiting a dance with them. you deeply hoped they never set eyes on you, making sure you avoided every contact given. it almost always went as follows : dancing, interest , marriage , commitment and etc follows. it was at most not an interest to you in this time of your life, which your friends and family found distasteful. they found many ways to put you in front of suitors, trying their very hardest to get you married in no time, which was becoming more frustrating to them as you continued to refuse. sighing once more, you returned your attention to the women you were seated with. most of them were looking for men to ask a dance from them, the other half came with the men who had already grabbed their hands in marriage, leaving you the only independent woman. 

“it is quite unfortunate that you won’t at least consider any of the gentleman here, you mustn’t think that keeping your hand to yourself will get you very far” one of the Lady’s spoke to you, seeming to get everyone to nod along with her. to avoid the same argument for the hundredth time, you nodded as well.

“ill see” was all you said, taking another sip from the cup of punch you held.

“i put all of my bets on Sir Jung Wooyoung to take my hand by nights end” said the lady, plastered in a bright orange gown. she was beautiful of course, but her attitude spoke less of her. 

“who?” you asked, earning shocked looks from the women.

“only the finest man in the ton my dear sister” she spoke again, nodding her head in the direction of the crowd. following her gaze, your eyes landed on a handsome man indeed. he examined the crowd beside another man he seemed to be in conversation with. his long dark hair made it hard to see his face clearly, but his rather sharp oddly colored attire made up for it. it was as if he’d heard your thoughts as he looked over at the two of you watching him, running his hands through his hair making his eyes more visible. the eye contact gave you goosebumps on your arms and you became flustered. breaking the eye contact, you suddenly put all of your focus onto the teal gown you were wearing, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles. he was a fine man.

“did you see the way he looked at me? im almost definite that he will ask for my hand” the woman chirped on. you held a snort to yourself, knowing full well he’d given you the eye contact that she mistook for hers. it didn’t quite matter anyways, those kind of thoughts were not of your interest, no matter how handsome he was. again , he was a fine man.

finding yourself flustered once more for the sudden thoughts of the man, you took the opportunity to excuse yourself. “I’ll be only a second in the powder room” you said to them, ignoring their judgmental faces. as you bowed to them, you started towards your destination but ran into a figure before you.

“i..apologize miss. i didn’t mean to approach you with such clumsiness” a male voice spoke, hand softly at your waist disrupting your sudden fall to the ground. you looked up to face the man who’d been mentioned before, the one whose eyes hid behind his hair, Jung Wooyoung. you stepped back releasing yourself from him, the warmth of his hand leaving you and the apologetic look he held on his face.

“no worries ... i should be more careful sir” you said to him, hoping to the heavens that redness didn’t cover your cheeks. he nodded and wiped the guilty look from his face.

“ah, we have all had our misfortunes, but if it is forgiven as you say, I’d like to ask to capture you in a dance or two?” he asked , his hands shoved into his pockets elegantly. he was a fine man. the statement once again making its self known. the stunned look on your face must have been noticeable because of the sudden grin he held. you looked at the women at the table and they held the same stunned expression. the Lady plastered in the orange gown looked far from happy, bringing a little pettiness to your mind. you turned back to him and held your hand out for him to take.

“of course , Sir Wooyoung” you spoke to him, he returned your gesture and grabbed your hand. as he led you into the crowd, that warmth came back with your hand in his. he spun you crazily into the crowd, taking your mind off of the comforting feeling, leaving you confused. he led you away from the crowd and through a door that opened to a patio.

“fresh air, yes?” he asked, once again running his hands through his hair. his face was so well cleaned up, his earrings reflected from the moon, his smile brightening the night. he was a fine man.

“i suppose, but sir... why did you lead me out here? i thought you cared for a dance” you asked, he nodded at that.

“it is clear that you wanted to be rid of the women you were seated with. see, as I have had the eye on you for the time I’ve been here, seeing the discomfort you had and the disappointment they held on their thin faces. I gave the opportunity to approach you, although I hope you don’t think of it as a mistake my lady” he spoke, his voice sounding of silk. it astounded you that he thought to even make that approach at such a professional event.

“well... it surprises me that you had thought of me during your time. i don’t know how to properly thank you” you said to him, kicking your foot. he held his hand out for you to take.

“dance with me, out here. away from the people and into the moonlight” he said, wind blowing his hair elegantly. your heart sped up, thinking of what a simple dance leads to with men. wondering if you wanted to continue your refusal with the men who approached you, but this man before you, had been the most beautiful man you have ever encountered. his interests were pure and most comforting. smiling, you took his hand and nodded an aproval to dance with him. “if i must say so myself, you are a fine woman miss” he spoke as he pulled you into a dancing position, head close to your ear.

“you’re a fine man yourself , Sir Jung Wooyoung” your voice matching the softness of his.

a/n: i hope you guys like this, please lmk if it is not well done.

[yutaone]

*crying in the club*

after getting through the last few weeks for me, i needed to read this.

press for a surprise

[yutaone]

choi san... is out for atiny blood.

san - inception fancam

[yutaone]

Such a humbled sweetheart. An amazing writer and ummmm you deserve the world and more , i can’t wait to read what you have next (btw im starving for content 😪)

i hope you got tissues to help dry my tears. i think you deserve the world from such words. you have just given me the motivation to write something tonight. ily.

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i would love to be your friend queen ✨

well, from now on anon we are considered friends. ily

[yutaone]

to my atiny : even if you wanted thanxx to be the title track instead of inception, let’s just please give ateez the wins they deserve. stream inception until you cannot anymore to get their goal of 10 million in 24 hours. both tracks were amazing, but no matter the circumstances of why inception won.. our kings are insanely talented.

8 makes one team

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@mutuals

it’s okay to flirt with me sometimes

[yutaone]

If you heard of writer's block, get ready for reader's block. You want to read. You have time. You know what to read; how have a pile of books ready to be read. You cannot sit still and focus enough to do so or you can't even open the book.

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man ... the love i have for this writing..

la rouge.

𝐋 𝐀  𝐑 𝐎 𝐔 𝐆 𝐄.

⤷  he’d stain his face with shades of love to have her notice him, too bad her eyes were always set upon someone else.

༉ ‧  muse, choi san.

༉ ‧  au, yandere and mafia.

༉ ‧  warning, mentions of gore and minor character death.

༉ ‧  mirae’s note, please take note that the depiction of the muse in this writing does not reflect upon their behavior in the real world nor do i condone the actions taken by the muse, this is all purely a work of fiction.

it was love at first sight.

when choi san saw her for the first time, dazzling smile with rosy cheeks to compliment the gleam within her warm eyes, he could have sworn that the heart he had proclaimed to be shattered had skipped rapidly to stop his breath of awe from slipping out of his lips. the finger that once rested upon the trigger had fallen loosely as his eyes remained glued to her silky hair that flowed with the wind once she had tossed her back to let out a melodious laugh at whatever her companion had told her.

“san, what is your status?” the stern voice fell upon deaf ears for the entranced man had pressed himself against the windowpane to watch the sun glisten upon her natural skin, bare legs accentuated by her attire of a high-waist skirt with a cropped sweater unintentionally teasing his tainted mind. his sharp eyes darted to the person sat opposite of her, barrels of bile churning in his stomach at the sight of the unknown male gently caressing her hand.

his hand wrapped tightly around the handle of his gun, the temptation of executing the source of his sour mood too colossal of a chance to pass up until static pierced his ears. a painful hiss tumbled from the color streaked hair male as he pressed upon the device and uttered out, “what the hell was that for?”

the receiver merely chuckled, seemingly amused by his reaction before he replied, “just had to make sure you’re still alive and remind you that ogling at that girl isn’t worth as much as completing your mission.”

a low growl echoed from the assassin, anger rearing its’ vile head once he remembered the reason for his original position and heard the mocking tone of his friend when he brushed upon the core of his attention at that very moment. he hadn’t bothered to fully open the window as his bullet had already embedded itself within his target, the sight of their blood oozing while they lay sprawled across the dirty ground triggered a chain of screams and passerbys who sprinted away without a second look.

he found delight in their reactions, a twisted pleasure relished by the male, until he looked at her once more.

Keep reading

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to find all of my (current) ateez writings click these links :)

- imagines 

seonghwa : {date}

hongjoong : [11:01 pm]

yeosang : [sorrows]

choi san : [need you] , [happy san day]

jongho : [movie night]

yunho : [zero calls]

- reactions 

sudden sadness 

jealous members

day at the park

spilling hot drink

being called beautiful

- historical romance series

wooyoung : [ he was a fine man ]

[yutaone]

hi there, i wanted to speak on the ateez situation for just a second. as some atiny may know, hongjoong has been quite a target since his hairstyle was put into a style that most has disagreed with. cultural appropriation is very important and should be taken seriously, in the most appropriate way possible. as a black-atiny woman, i support hongjoong and the things he has said and done for atiny. i support KQ for the way they handled everything and explained the things they could and could not do in the time being. what i do not support is the sudden threats and statements made against ateez, or hongjoong as an individual. even after the apology and recognition, it is in no way, shape or form appropriate to determine someone’s place in a group because of the choice of profile he was given. please remember the things hongjoong has said and done for atiny. speaking of his statements of racial equality, using his platform to speak down upon racism and more. i will be forever grateful for kim hongjoong as an idol with much kindness and knowledge of struggle that we (black-atiny) struggle with.

to close my rant: think logically about the things you say to someone. support those who have supported you at moments. hongjoong best boy, best leader. goodbye

[yutaone]

- choi san imagine *+*

for : @exosnoona29 , ty for the request :) i apologize if it is too long. i got a bit carried away

staring out of the window eagerly, you nearly fell from your seat. the people rushed by to their destination, none of who you wanted to see. it was a little early in time for you to be looking for san right now, the excitement took over at some moments. changing your outfit multiple times, fearing you didn’t look well enough for him. san would highly go against that though, telling you that you always looked nice to him. it has been so long since you’ve seen him in person, the amount of working he does away from home keeps you apart. although he consistently calls you when he can, it doesn’t feel as nice as being able to hug him. after a month and a half, he is finally able to spend time with you on his birthday. he promised to meet you here at the coffee shop that you liked so much, begging you not to buy anything until he arrived to treat you himself. even when you think you should be treating him on his special day, he still insists on gifting you things. he was a persistent man and it contributed to his amazing personality. the cafe wasn’t as busy as you imagined it to be, it always seemed to have less people these few days. it set a calming mood and made it easier to focus on your own thoughts. before you could ponder more, you heard the bell of the cafe door, signaling that more people have entered. one of the few people being san, the original excitement you had before, returned.  he stood at the door unknowingly, fixing his sweater. he looked great, as always. your anxiety rose while thinking of what to say to him, not wanted to make a fool of yourself. he began to look around for you, instead of calling his name you waved at him. when he caught sight of you, he smiled that charming smile, leaving your palms clammy. san walked over to your table but he did not sit down, he held his hand out for you to grab. not wanting to stare too long, you took his hand in yours and he brought you into a warming hug. he smelled of lavender, reminding you of the times you had once before with him so long ago. you felt as if you could hug him for eternity and never become tired of his presence. it lasted for a long while, the silence not bothering you, but the slow rocking of your being calmed you. 

“happy birthday...” you said to him, breaking the comforting silence. you felt him chuckle a little and it felt blissful. 

“it’s nice to see you love.. it makes this day especially special” he said, the sound of his voice giving you such a warm feeling. he pulled away from the hug only to be slightly away from your face. looking down at you, his beautiful eyes stared into yours, leaving you flustered in his arms as they circled around your waist. he brought his face down to place a kiss to your nose, his breath tickling your face as he spoke. “i’ve missed being able to get this close to you”

“i..i’ve missed you too” you struggled to speak with his gaze burning into you. he smiled a little and placed a kiss on the corner of your lips. they were soft and left you wanting more but he finally released you. 

“you look beautiful as always” he said, making it quite noticeable when looking at your appearance. you looked away from him to hide your sudden embarrassment. although he always told you this before, it seemed to be more honest with him right in front of you. “shall we sit?” he asked gesturing to the table you were seated at before, you nodded and resumed into your original position. he sat in front of you and removed his jacket as elegantly as possible. picking up the menu, he scanned it with much concentration. 

“i didn’t order anything as you asked me not to.. but i wish you would let me treat you. it is your birthday after all” you said to him while looking over the table at the menu he was holding. 

“i know, i just always feel the need to make you feel nice, i have missed taking you out quite a bit” he replied, sending you the perfect grin he held. 

“yes.. but i am proud of your hard work. let me make you feel special on your special day” you replied, using the best pleading face you could, hoping to make him falter. fortunately, it came into your favor as he handed you the menu. 

“if you insist, surprise me” he said, crossing his arms across his chest and sitting back. he studied you as deeply as he’d done the menu, making you shift in your seat.

“great, you will have the best iced deluxe coffee and desert you will ever have in your life” you said, not having to look too long at the menu as you knew exactly what to get him. he chuckled a little as you said so, removing his glasses to better admire you. 

“if i had not decided to spend my day with you, i’d be a lonely man. thank you for sticking with me” he said, sincerity in his voice. feeling flustered from his words, you just nodded at him. 

“i hope all that i do today will satisfy your enjoyment enough” you replied, waving down a waiter before he grabbed your hand across the table. 

“all i ever need is you and me”

- a/n : happy san day :)

my love