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Debut

Summary: Debut is on the way. and then the day arrives

Word Count: 1.7K

Warning(s): Trainee stress, Exhaustion, and Teasing

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The KQ practice room was quiet in a way that felt rare. Normally, the air was full of music, footsteps, and voices shouting over the rhythm. But tonight, only the low hum of the lights buzzed above her as Hwayoung sat against the mirrored wall, knees tucked to her chest, staring at her reflection.

It's one week away. After months of grueling rehearsals, evaluations, late-night practices, and endless bonding. Their debut stage was right there, close enough she could almost touch it, but still far enough to feel unreal.

The others were scattered around, Hongjoong and Mingi were still bent over their notebooks, Yunho and San collapsed on the floor after running the choreography six times in a row. Yeosang was quietly stretching in the corner, his expression unreadable. Even Wooyoung, usually a burst of uncontrollable energy, seemed calmer than usual, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling as if willing the nerves out of his body. Seonghwa and Jongho sat near Hwayoung providing support. Every now and then, Seonghwa would nudge her knee gently, a silent reminder that she wasn’t alone.

Hwayoung exhaled slowly, letting her head fall back against the mirror. The eldest. She was supposed to be steady, the one with experience, but her chest felt tight. She’d never admit it out loud, but the thought of stepping onto that stage as an official member of a group made her pulse race.

Her phone buzzed against her bag. At first, she ignored it, thinking it was another reminder from the staff. But when the vibration came again, longer this time, she reached for it.

“Jeonghan”

Her thumb hovered over the screen before she accepted the call and slipped out into the hallway, pulling her hoodie tighter around her shoulders.

“Yeoboseyo?” she whispered.

“Yah, why do you sound like you’re sneaking around?” Jeonghan’s voice came through, warm and teasing, the way it always was when he wanted to make her laugh.

She huffed quietly. “Because I am trying to be quiet” “Ah, I see. Eldest trainee hiding away,” he said knowingly. Despite herself, she smiled. “You’re annoying.”

“Correct. But I’m also your brother, so you can’t get rid of me. Now tell me, how are you?” He asked

The question was rather simple, but it landed heavy. For a moment, she didn’t answer, staring at the scuffed floor beneath her sneakers. The lump in her throat swelled before she managed, “To be honest, oppa, I don’t know.”

He didn’t rush her. He never did. She could almost see him in her mind, him leaning against some practice room wall at Pledis, hair tucked behind one ear, that patient expression that made people underestimate how sharp he was.

“Scared?” he asked quietly.

Her throat tightened. “...Yes. And excited. But mostly scared. What if I mess it up? What if I don’t look strong enough? They’re all younger than me, oppa, and sometimes it feels like they’re already ahead.”

On the other end, she heard him hum in thought. Then, with that frustratingly gentle tone only he could get away with, he said, “Hwayoung-ah, being the eldest doesn’t mean you have to be unshakable. It just means you’ve walked a little further, so you can show them the way. That’s all.”

“Then you fall,” Jeonghan said simply. “And they’ll help you back up. That’s what a team does. You of all people should know, you’ve been helping them back up for over a year now.”

She pressed her lips together, a shaky laugh escaping her. “You always sound like you’re reading out of a fortune cookie.”

“I am comforting you,” he countered, that sly smile practically audible through the phone. “You just don’t like hearing the truth. But listen, Hwayoung-ah… nerves don’t disappear. Even now, I still get them. The trick isn’t to get rid of them, it’s to use them. Let them push you forward instead of freezing you. You’ve worked so hard,” Jeonghan continued, his voice softening. “I’ve seen it, even from a distance, I can tell. You’re not debuting alone. You’ve got seven kids who will lean on you, yes, but you can lean on them too. Do you understand?”

She pressed her forehead against the cool wall, eyes stinging. “…Yeah. I understand.”

“Good. Now stop hiding in the hallway before they think you ran away,” he teased.

She sniffled, laughing quietly. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet you still answer my calls.”

The warmth of his laughter lingered even after the line went quiet. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and pushed open the practice room door.

The others glanced up at her return, and she smiled faintly, small, but steady.

The practice room was just as she had left it — the buzz of the lights, the faint shuffle of sneakers, the soft scratch of Hongjoong’s pen across his notebook. But as soon as Hwayoung stepped back inside, the atmosphere shifted ever so slightly.

San lifted his head from the floor, his messy hair sticking out in every direction. “Yah, noona, where’d you disappear to?”

“Bathroom,” she lied easily, tugging her hoodie sleeves over her hands.

Yeosang glanced up from his stretching, eyes sharp as always, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he tilted his head as if to study her, then nodded to himself and went back to adjusting his legs.

Wooyoung, sprawled on the floor, pointed at her dramatically. “Don’t think you can run away before debut! If we’re suffering, you’re suffering with us!” His tone was exaggerated, but there was no bite to it, just that playful spark he couldn’t turn off, even in exhaustion.

Hwayoung let out a breathy laugh, feeling lighter than she had minutes before. She dropped her bag beside the wall and slid down next to Seonghwa, who gave her a knowing look but didn’t ask questions. Instead, he handed her his water bottle wordlessly.

“Thanks,” she murmured, taking a sip.

Hongjoong finally looked up from his notes, his eyes scanning the room like a leader checking his team’s condition. “Break’s over in five,” he announced, his voice firm but not unkind. “We’ll run the set twice more tonight.”

Groans erupted in unison, but none of them argued. They all knew the stakes at hand.

Hwayoung wiped her face with her sleeve, then pulled herself up before anyone else moved. “Come on,” she said quietly, more to herself than them. “One week.”

Yunho caught the words and smiled, his grin tired but genuine. “That’s right. One week. Let’s make it count.”

And just like that, they were all on their feet again, music pulsing back into the air as if it had never stopped.

But inside, beneath the ache in her muscles and the fatigue in her bones, Hwayoung carried the sound of Jeonghan’s voice, a steady, teasing, warm voice to be a reminder that she wasn’t doing this alone.

The week passed, the group was standing backstage of “M Countdown” the lights of the stage beyond, casting a distant glow through the gaps. The hum of the crowd filtered through, a living pulse that made Hwayoung’s chest tighten in a way she couldn’t fully control.

She adjusted her outfit, not uncomfortable but just fidgeting., her fingers trembling slightly despite months of preparation. Her reflection in the black backstage panels looked like someone else, poised, polished, ready, yet the nerves in her stomach reminded her she was still just Hwayoung, the eldest, trying not to falter.

Hongjoong was pacing nearby, muttering small reminders under his breath. He caught her glance and gave a curt nod. “Stay sharp,” he said softly as a subtle anchor.

Seonghwa leaned against the wall beside her, silent but present. He caught her hand briefly and squeezed it, a quiet reassurance. “We’ve got this,” he murmured. His calm steadiness radiated through her like a steady current, and she let herself lean into it for just a second.

Yunho, impossibly energetic even now, bounced on the balls of his feet. “I’m ready to blow them away!” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. San crouched nearby, stretching dramatically, muttering about last-minute choreography fixes. Mingi and Yeosang were quietly reviewing their notes, heads bent low, expressions unreadable but focused. Wooyoung was already halfway into the routine in his mind, hands moving subtly as he went through the motions silently. Jongho stood aside yeosang warming up his voice.

The stage manager appeared at the side. “Ten seconds, everyone.”

Hongjoong straightened, motioning to the group. “Positions. Focus. One step at a time.”

Hwayoung swallowed and adjusted her stance, feet planted firmly. She felt the eyes of the members around her — not in judgment, but in shared determination. They arrived on the stage and the roar of the crowd hit like a wave, sudden and enormous. Her pulse quickened, and for a heartbeat, the panic whispered in her chest but she shook it off, remembering the mirrored walls of countless practice rooms, the early mornings with Wooyoung. With one last breath, she stepped forward and the lights of “M Countdown” spilled over them, cameras blinking, fans cheering. And in that moment, all the hours of sweat, doubt, and effort funneled into motion.

Hwayoung moved as she had for months, every beat of the choreography etched into her muscle memory. The energy from the crowd intertwined with the rhythm, carrying them forward. Hongjoong’s commanding presence, Seonghwa’s steady eyes, Wooyoung’s fierce focus, Mingi and Yeosang’s precise movements, Yunho’s bright energy, and San’s exaggerated flair, Jonghos, powerful vocals, and felt a warmth of belonging she hadn’t allowed herself to fully feel before.

The song built to its climax, and Hwayoung pushed herself further, every movement sharp, every expression measured yet real. The spotlight caught her face, and for a fleeting moment, she let herself imagine her brother watching from home, proud, teasing, but always there.

As the final beat hit, they struck the last pose. The cheers of the crowd washed over them, deafening and electric. Hwayoung’s chest heaved, sweat dripping from her temple, but her heart soared. The debut was complete.

She glanced at the other members, faces shining, breaths heavy. Hongjoong’s small nod of approval, Seonghwa’s quiet smile, Wooyoung’s grin, it all confirmed what she’d felt in the mirror countless times during practice: they had made it. Together.

And in that moment, Hwayoung allowed herself to feel it fully, the exhaustion, the fear, and above all, the triumph of finally stepping into the light as herself, not as someone’s sister, but as Hwayoung, a part of something bigger than she had ever imagined.

Notes: Hi! So we have reached the end of predebut! Also I apologize for being late, normally i have everything queued up, but apparently i wasn't ready this week. But only two for this week, i haven't finished everything yet! but ill do an extra next week!

Also feel free to request, if there's something you specifically want to see please let me know.

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213matryoshka213 · 11 days ago

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Group Texts 2

Just some random Group texts

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Yunho: Mingi is stuck in the stairwell. Hwayoung: …how? Mingi: i tripped San: He’s fine but dramatic Mingi: help

Wooyoung: okay new rule — no phones during practice Hongjoong: YOU don’t make rules Wooyoung: i do now Hwayoung: ignore him

Hongjoong: Flight leaves at 7:30 tomorrow. Be at the airport by 5:45. Wooyoung: so like 6:30? Hongjoong: 5:45. San: wooyoung you literally missed the van last time. Wooyoung: i was manifesting a later arrival

Yunho: Who took my charger? Yeosang: Not me. Hwayoung: Also not me. Mingi: … Yunho: Mingi. Mingi: okay but mine broke and we’re FAMILY

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213matryoshka213 · 12 days ago

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Incorrect Quotes 2

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Mingi: “I’m not clumsy.” five seconds later[trips over Hwayoung’s dance bag] Hwayoung: “I rest my case.”

Wooyoung: “You can trust me.” Hwayoung: “You were about to glue Mingi’s shoe to the floor.” Wooyoung: “And you ruined the surprise.”

Hongjoong: “I said to warm up before we start.” Hwayoung: “I did warm up.” Hongjoong: “Stretching your arms to reach the snack shelf is not a warm-up.”

Yeosang: “Some people say I’m hard to read.” Hwayoung: “Your face just did five emotions in two seconds.” Yeosang: “Yes. And?”

San: “If we work hard, we can achieve anything.” Hwayoung: “Even flight?” San: “…Yes?” Wooyoung: [already climbing onto Yunho’s shoulders] “Bet.”

Notes: Enjoy!

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213matryoshka213 · 13 days ago

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WIthin a new rhythm

Summery: Hwayoung finds a rhythm in trainee life

Word Count: 1K

Warning(s): Trainee life struggles

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The snowy air made the walk to KQ longer than it truly was. She bundled up in her jacket and scarf as she made her way to the building. Once inside the warmth of the building flooded her, wrapping her like a blanket. The sound of music radiated through the building.

“They must have gotten here first,” she spoke to herself. A smile appearing on her face

She walks to the practice room, water bottle and bag in hand. The familiar routine pulled her forward, swipe in, head to the locker room, change into practice clothes, and fill her water bottle. Every movement was automatic now, a muscle memory outside of dance.

By the time she made it to the practice room, the others were scattered and stretching. “Morning Noona,” Wooyoung said, enthusiastic as always. “Morning” she replied with a smile before taking her spot by the mirror to begin stretching.

It became like this most days. The early arrival, the exchange of greetings, the steady build of their practice rutine. At first, she thought it would all blur together, an endless cycle of sweat and sore muscles, but instead it became something else, a rhythm. Not just in the music, but in the way they all fell into place, like different instruments in the same song.

It became like this most days. The early days, the quick but meaningfull exchange of greetings, the steady build of their practice sets. At first, she thought it would all blur together, an endless cycle of sweat and sore muscles, but instead it became something else, a rhythm. Not just in the music, but in the way they all fell into place, like different instruments in the same song.

The days were long. Morning practices stretched into afternoons, afternoons into some late nights. They drilled choreographies until they could feel them practically in their sleep. Hwayoung sometimes caught herself humming beats on the walk back to the dorm, fingers tapping against her thigh like she was still marking steps.

And yet, she wasn’t drowning in it the way she once feared she would. There was something calming in the repetition. Wake up. Layer up against the cold. Walk to KQ. Change. Practice. Eat. Practice again. Collapse into bed. Repeat.

It wasn’t easy, while her body ached constantly, her eyelids often heavy before the day was even half over, but it was simple. Predictable. She didn’t have to think about what came next; it was already written into her body.

She realized, slowly, that rhythm was survival.

Hwayoung often found herself laughing despite fatigue, especially when Yunho’s playful energy filled the room.

“You’re too serious, Hwa, noona,” Yunho said one day, spinning halfway across the room during a break. “You need to loosen up or your arms are going to get stuck!”

She smirked, adjusting her ponytail. “And risk tripping over you?”

He grinned, exaggeratedly bowing. “Exactly. Someone’s got to keep the room lively.”

Even Mingi, who usually held a serious air, cracked small smiles during break stretches. Yeosang leaned against the wall, observing quietly, occasionally offering tips when he saw a posture that could be improved. Hongjoong’s presence was constant, subtle leadership guiding the group without overbearing direction.

Practice after practice, Hwayoung noticed herself improving, and not just in steps and timing, but in her confidence. She could now look at Wooyoung and match his intensity, anticipate his moves, even tease him lightly during rehearsals without losing focus.

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Breakfast in the together had become an unspoken ritual. Hwayoung often arrived early to sit in silence, sipping her milk quietly while Wooyoung, Yunho, and sometimes Seonghwa debated over music videos or their favorite practice tracks.

“Have you guys ever tried strawberry milk with tteokbokki?” she asked one morning, breaking the usual chatter.

Yunho made a face, Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, and Mingi leaned forward slightly. “That’s… actually not terrible,” Yeosang admitted carefully.

It became a small joke for the group, a silly, lighthearted rhythm to counterbalance the intensity of rehearsals. Hwayoung found herself smiling more, genuinely, in these moments.

Some days she struggled. On one of the more difficult days, she sat on the floor with tears prickling her eyes from frustration.

San noticed first. Without saying a word, he crouched beside her, silently offering a hand. “We’ll figure it out,” he said softly.

Hwayoung let herself lean on him, if only for a moment. It was a rhythm she hadn’t expected — that of trust, support, and shared struggle

One evening, the group was running through a difficult routine. Hwayoung stumbled over her feet, her balance slipping slightly.

Wooyoung caught her wrist instantly, steadying her. “Got it. Don’t worry.”

She managed a small laugh. “Thanks.”

Seonghwa, leaning against the wall with arms folded, shook his head in mock frustration. “You two are going to give yourselves a headache if you keep being so coordinated.”

Jongho rolled his eyes dramatically, while Yunho collapsed on the floor, panting, “I need water… or life support.”

Mingi and Yeosang just watched, silently assessing. Hwayoung realized that even their quiet presence was comforting. Each member had a rhythm, and she was slowly fitting into it.

By the end of practice, drenched in sweat, she laughed at herself. “Okay, maybe perfection isn’t the goal.”

Notes: As mentioned in an earlier post, Ive started school again, I will try my hardest to get you writings as soon as I am fully available

Also i think i will do one more post for predebut, and then once post debute begins content will be more scattered throughout eras

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213matryoshka213 · 17 days ago

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ABC With Hwayoung

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A – “Apparently, I’m allergic to authority… and bad choreography.” B – “Break rules, not bones—unless you deserve it.” C – “Chaos is just free jazz for the soul.” D – “Don’t test me, I bite harder than Wi-Fi in a basement.” E – “Everything’s fine. If you ignore the screaming.” F – “Failure is just rehearsal for revenge.” G – “Gravity and I have a love-hate relationship. Mostly hate.” H – “Happiness is overrated, but snacks aren’t.” I – “I could be normal, but where’s the fun in that?” J – “Jokes are just truths dressed in clown shoes.” K – “Keep your expectations low, I’ll still trip over them.” L – “Loud? No, darling, I’m atmospheric.” M – “Mood swings? More like mood rollercoasters with no seatbelts.” N – “No thoughts, just dance practice and rage.” O – “Overthinking is my cardio.” P – “Petty? I prefer the term detail-oriented vengeance.” Q – “Quiet people worry me. Too much time to plot.” R – “Reality is just improv with bad lighting.” S – “Sleep is for the weak and the boring.” T – “Trouble follows me because I leave the door open.” U – “Unhinged? Please, I’m the whole door falling off.” V – “Victory tastes like instant ramen at 3 a.m.” W – “Why fit in when you can trip the system?” X – “XOXO, but the second O is a knife.” Y – “You call it chaos, I call it choreography.” Z – “Zero regrets, only dramatic exits.”

Note: Hi! I just started back up with school, and hopefully i wound just be gifting you all with filler chapters, so I SHOULD have a full work ready for next week!

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213matryoshka213 · 19 days ago

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Group Text

Just some random Group texts

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Hongjoong: Practice starts at 9 sharp tomorrow. Wooyoung: define sharp Yeosang: Like… knife sharp? Yunho: ✂️ sharp? (Scissor) Hwayoung: He means on time. Wooyoung: sounds fake but ok

San: Someone ate my banana. Mingi: wasn’t me. Hwayoung: Also wasn’t me. Wooyoung: i plead the fifth San: THAT’S ADMISSION Hongjoong: Wooyoung. Wooyoung: it was lonely in the fridge

Yeosang: why is there glitter in the practice room? Hwayoung: …no comment Wooyoung: i can explain Hongjoong: don’t.

Notes: I Hope this is okay, Im not really good at group texts but enjoy!

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213matryoshka213 · 20 days ago

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Hello. This is KQ Entertainment. We would like to inform you that one of our trainees, Yoon Hwayoung, will be officially debuting as part of our upcoming group ATEEZ.

Yoon Hwayoung joined KQ Entertainment in early 2017 and has shown notable skill in both dance and rap, as well as remarkable dedication to her abilities. As the eldest member, she has played a vital role in guiding and motivating her fellow trainees during preparations. Her unique presence and wide variety of talent will bring a fresh dynamic to the group’s future performances.

Hwayoung will participate fully in the group’s debut promotions, contributing not only as a performer but also as a creative force in choreography and stage concepts. Fans can look forward to seeing her energetic stage presence, charismatic expressions, and heartfelt passion for music.

We ask for your continued support and love for Yoon Hwayoung and all the members of ATEEZ as they take their first steps toward debut.

Thank you.

— KQ Entertainment

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213matryoshka213 · 25 days ago

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Fillers Masterlist

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Group Text: | 1 | 2 |

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213matryoshka213 · 25 days ago

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Hwayoung: [trying to motivate the boys] “We need to work together like a well-oiled machine.” Mingi: “We are not well-oiled. We are… squeaky and slightly on fire.” Hongjoong: “...accurate.”

Yeosang: “Why are you staring at me like that?” Hwayoung: “I’m trying to figure out how you’re both calm and terrifying at the same time.” Yeosang: “…Thanks?”

Yunho: “If we ever get lost, I’m in charge.” Hwayoung: “Why?” Yunho: “Because I’m tall. I can see things.” Hongjoong: “He gets lost in the practice room.”

Hongjoong: “I said no distractions during practice.” Hwayoung: “I am the distraction.” Hongjoong: “…unfortunately, yes.”

Notes: First filler, I apologize for being so busy i plan to post these every week (Wednesday's) Unless i have a written chapter prepared

theses "fillers" will include concept photos and outfits for performances and albums

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213matryoshka213 · 26 days ago

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Wooyoung

Summery: Wooyoung Arrives, and Hwayoung provides some help

Word Count: 1014

Warning(s): Mild depiction of sleep deprivation / idol trainee stress

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She slept that night, shockingly. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than she had gotten in months. The exhaustion of the previous day had worked its way deep into her muscles, but instead of keeping her awake, it had wrapped her in a heavy, dreamless slumber. She gets out of bed around 4:30, before her alarm, to prepare for the day.

The room was dark except for the faint glow of the streetlamp outside, casting a thin line of light across her wall. She stretched her shoulders, put on a simple hoodie and joggers. She tied her shoes with ease.

Something about today was different. The streets outside were nearly silent, only the sounds of cars driving by. She arrived at the practice room around 6am to prepare for practice. The KQ building was quiet. The lights dim, only one in the hallway. She walked through the hallway. He footsteps echoed throughout

She walked to the main practice room to see that the door was slightly ajar, music played, but it was quiet respective of the time. Was someone there, before her? She wondered. Walking closer to the door she pushes it open, unsure what to expect, had Hongjoong fallen asleep, then she thought for a moment, Hongjoong never forgot to close the door. He was too careful. Maybe Yeosang? He sometimes slipped in early when he was overthinking, but his playlist of soft ballads was nothing like the steady beat she was hearing now..

Inside, the room’s mirrors glowed with the soft reflection of a single overhead light. And there, in the center of the polished floor, was someone she’d never seen before. His hair was messy, dark bangs clinging to his forehead, shirt clinging to his back like he’d been at this for hours.

His sneakers squeaked against the floor as he spun into a slide, breath heavy but perfectly in time with the rhythm, and here she was just watching. Her back was against the door frame, she didn't want to interrupt but also didn't want to leave. Curiosity rooted her in place.

The boy hit the last eight-count, ending in a low stance, chest heaving. He straightened, catching sight of her reflection in the mirror — and visibly startled. His head whipped around, hair falling over his eyes. He brushed it back with the back of his hand, breathing hard.

“Oh! I'm sorry I didn’t know anyone was here” he said quickly bowing in apology. She stood up and spoke, not realizing that she was staring, “no, I’m sorry, I'm generally the first here, I didn't mean to interrupt.” She walked farther into the room and the two stood in silence for just a moment.

“You did not interrupt.” he said, waving her apology away. She simply nods and steps farther into the room, her sneakers silent on the polished floor. .

”My name is Jung Wooyoung” said the boy, well Wooyoung. “I just transferred from BigHit.” He smiled, brushing the sweat from his face. The name caught her attention. Transfers weren’t common, especially not to a small agency like KQ.

“I'm Hwayoung. Yoon Hwayoung.” she replied, offering a polite smile. “Nice to meet you” he replied.

“I guess you're working on the new choreography that was taught yesterday?” she asked. He nodded. “Feels like I’m not getting it. So I thought I would come in early to see if I could.” Hwayoung looked confused, “what do you mean your control is good, as is your transitions. “ He looked up, ecstatic with the compliment. “Really?” he said

“Really” she said. she said simply.

It was easy to see he’d been pushing himself hard, maybe too hard. There was a familiar look in his posture — the slight forward lean, the restless bounce of weight from one foot to the other. She recognized it because she’d lived it: the drive to be perfect, to match the pace of those who’d been here longer, to prove you deserved your spot.

“Do you want to run it together?” she offered after a moment.

His smile grew, bright in a way that softened the dim room. “Yeah. If you don’t mind.”

She didn’t, she wanted to help in anyway she could.

They ran the choreo slowly at first, then faster, their movements syncing more with each repetition. He had a sharpness to his style that contrasted her more measured approach — but somehow, it worked. By the time the song ended for the last time, both of them were breathing hard, sweat cooling against their skin. Wooyoung grinned between breaths. “You’re really good.”

Hwayoung shrugged lightly, but there was a faint warmth in her chest at the words. “Thank you.”

“You’re fast at picking things up,” Hwayoung said eventually, straightening. “Most people wouldn’t try to nail new choreography before the coffee’s even kicked in.”

Wooyoung laughed — a quick, easy sound that bounced lightly off the mirrors. “I’m… not really most people,” he admitted. “And coffee doesn’t do much for me anyway.” He swiped at his forehead with the hem of his shirt before tugging it back down. “If I don’t work on it right away, I start overthinking. And then… well, it gets ugly.”

She smirked faintly. “So you’re the type who can’t leave things alone until they’re perfect.”

He raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Says the one who came here before sunrise.”

She had to concede the point with a quiet chuckle. “Fair enough.”

They fell into a comfortable quiet again, broken only by the soft ticking of the wall clock. The morning still felt theirs, the world outside not quite awake yet.

And then, faint at first, came the distant shuffle of footsteps in the hall — the low rumble of voices, laughter carried closer with each second.

Wooyoung glanced toward the door, then back at her. “Guess our secret morning club’s over.”

She smiled. “I guess so, for today.”

Something in the way he grinned back made her certain of it — there would be other mornings like this. And maybe, she thought as the door began to creak open, she didn’t mind that at all.

Note: Sorry this took so long! ive been preparing to return to college and woking in my free time. but i will have some filler posts comming soon, from texts to incorrect quotes.

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213matryoshka213 · 2 months ago

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Brief Update

Hello everyone!

Gosh I’ve been so busy, last weekend i was at a concert (ateez!) and this week I started a short term job, but I’m trying to write while working as I don’t have a lot to do right now. Hopefully i will have something together for this week, if not next week.

- with love and care

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213matryoshka213 · 2 months ago

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Help

Summery: Hwayoung needs to understand something

Word Count: 729

Warning(s): self doubt, hints of suicide (not directly stated), Burnout

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Being the eldest has its positives but sometimes it doesn't.

It has been six months since Hwayoung first stepped foot into the doors of KQ Entertainment. Since then it’s been a blur of mirrored rooms, and too many takeout containers to count. It's now July of 2017, the summer heat was a plague of exhaustion, and the humidity hung heavy clinging to skin.

The group of seven (see the updated “First Steps”) were gathered in the practice room, which wreaked of sweat, from the group who were dancing for the past few hours. The same routine was done for hours, on repeat until muscle memory kicked in. The eight Trainees lay scattered across the floor like dominoes, each too tired to move. The once vibrant energy filled room had dissolved into quiet, the occasional groan of someone shifting.

Hwayoung was lying flat on her back, Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. Her black tank top clung to her skin and her once high ponytail had fallen into a damp mess. Her face remained calm, refusing to look tired. Yunho laid down beside her, his arm covering his face.

“Take me now,” he groaned, voice muffled. “I’ve seen the light. It’s coming from the ceiling.”

Hwayoung gave the smallest smile.

“I’m going to write my will on the mirror,” he added. “Divide my hoodies evenly.”

Others the same scattered around the room lying on the cold wooden floor. Across was Mingi, he lay against the mirror, eyes closed, breathing heavily. San, Jongho and Yeosang lay scattered around. Hongjoong was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Seonghwa sat near the door simply watching them all, he noticed all of the little things.

Hwayoung was exhausted, both physically and mentally. She barely remembered if she slept the night before, or even that week. Was she tired, yes, but she was determined to not show it in any way. The others had complaints of how tired they were but in the midst of their complaints Hwayoung stayed silent.

She was the oldest.

She had to be strong.

The example.

The one everyone could rely on.

She laid there with her pal, pressed over her face, trying to breathe evenly, trying to stop the buzzing panic in her chest that whispered

You’re not doing enough.

You’re falling behind.

They’re younger, and they’re ahead.

If you slow down, you’ll disappear.

“Hey, you're tired.” someone said quietly towards her. She pushed the hair out of her face. She opens her eyes, blinking to get adjusted to the light. Seonghwa stood above her with a sincere expression on his face. “Im fine” she replied, her voice hoarse, in an almost practiced fashion. “You don’t have to hold it in, no one expects you to.” He said concerned, sitting next to her. He was quiet for a moment.

“Sometimes I feel like if I stop, everything will fall apart.” She admitted to Seonghwa. He thought before stating. “I think we all feel that way. But you don't have to carry everything. , just because you're the oldest. You have all of us to lean on. That’s what being a team means.”

Hwayoung stared at the ceiling, the words floating through brain. They hit harder than she thought they would, she hadn’t realized how much she needed to hear it.

“Thank you” she replied, words she ment.

“Come on, Stretch, you might hurt more tomorrow than you do now” Said Seonghwa. “Fine, since i'd rather not be in pain tomorrow” she said with a light laugh, still exhausted, as she pushed herself up, Seonghwa offered her a hand. She took it, with little hesitation. They all moved and began to stretch to allow their muscles to relax.

She looked at the 7 boys around her, a protective feeling filled her. Her strange— no just her family, her teammates. She Looked..

At Yunho, who would probably still crack a joke even if he passed out. At San and Jongho, wild and passionate even when half-conscious. At Mingi, full of thunder and emotion. At Yeosang, quiet but sharp. At Hongjoong, always planning five steps ahead. At Seonghwa, who saw the cracks no one else did.

Maybe being the oldest wasn’t about being the strongest. Maybe it was about showing up, even when it was hard and letting someone else hold the weight for a little while.

Notes: If there are any missed warnings let me know

#ateez 9th member #ateez #hongjoong #jongho #mingi #san #seonghwa #wooyoung #yeosang #yunho

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213matryoshka213 · 2 months ago

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Update

More is coming! i just haven't had time to write

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213matryoshka213 · 2 months ago

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ateez_official_ [#Hwayoung] Introducing the final member to the Ateez lineup Yoon Hwayoung.

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User1: THE VISUALS??? THE ENERGY?? I’m not ready for this

User2: SHE'S GORGEOUSSSS. Ateez is about to change the game with this lineup

User3: she looks so elegant but fierce?? I’m OBSESSED

User4: final member reveal and she already owns my heart

Hater1: I don’t see the hype—she seems so bland compared to the rest. ↳ User1: Bland? Have you heard her rap breakdown? She’s got fierce energy. Wait for the debut stage.

Hater2: Nine members already and they still haven’t debuted? Might as well be invisible. Plus she doesn’t have the visuals like her brother Jeonghan.

↳ User2: You do realize they’re going for a whole different vibe, right? Hwayoung’s charm isn’t about copy-pasting Jeonghan’s look.

@pledis_17_official: So proud of my sister @ateez_official_ Yoon Hwayoung—can’t wait to see you shine on stage! Love you, sis — Jeonghan

↳ User 3: Family goals right here. Love to see this sibling love, Jeonghan and Hwayoung both killing it!

↳ User4: This just melted my heart. Jeonghan always showing love, Hwayoung is gonna shine so bright!

Note: The dates may not be completely accurate. i literally gave up scrolling to the bottom of ateez' instagram

#ateez 9th member #ateez #hongjoong #jongho #mingi #san #seonghwa #wooyoung #yeosang #yunho #instagram

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213matryoshka213 · 3 months ago

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HI! so while working on the next writing i realized a mistake in the timeline, this has been updated to correctly follow the timeline

First Steps

Summery: Hwayoung Arrives at KQ and meets a few of the Ateez Members.

Word Count: 626

Warning(s): None, If i missed anything let me know

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Hwayoung arrived at KQ entertainment in February of 2017. The brisk air greets her as she exits her dorm, that she was assigned. The black jacket rests on her shoulders as she walked to the building, luckily somewhat close to her dorm. Her black tennis shoes tied to perfection, her pants, and simple black leggings. A purple shirt to add some color. She didn’t want to present herself as unclean or careless, but determined and to make a good impression.

She entered the building with a calm expression. She greets the lady at the desk. “Hello, I’m Yoon Hwayoung the new trainee” the woman looked up, “oh? Welcome!” She paused, “ I’m Yuri, let me get a few things for you,” she said. Yuri turned around and looked through a pile of scattered papers, once finding the right papers. She turns back to the front. “Just a few things, nothing major, just some information and one thing to sign.” Yuri said, handing the papers and a pen to Hwayoung with ease.

Hwayoung glances over one of the documents.

After she read the document, she signed. “Welcome to KQ, dear.” Yuri said, “I hope you find yourself here. You will meet with your trainee manager in a few moments, then meet the other trainees, there are only a few of you as of now” she continued.

Hwayoung sent a nod her way, “thank you” Yuri smiled in her direction. After a few minutes another woman enters the lobby of the small building, “hello, I'm Kim Soojin, Your training coordinator, follow me, we will talk as we walk.” she said to Hwayoung. Hwayoung nodded, “of course Mrs. Kim.” she replied walking aside Manager Kim. “We’ll get your schedule sorted—vocal, rap, dance, language classes, evaluations… everything you’ll need. But first, I want you to meet the others also We don’t expect perfection. What we expect is effort, honesty, and growth. Your attitude matters just as much as your talent. Understood?”

“Yes,” Hwayoung answered, voice firm but polite.

They arrived at a simple practice room and there were 7 males, two that were rather tall, one with a serious face and one that was slightly small, but serious, almost scary, and another scary one. there where two others, one that looked younger than the rest and, another, it was hard to describe.

“This is Yoon Hwayoung, a new trainee.” Manager Kim said. “Hello,” Hwayoung said in a careful but calm voice.

The boys began to introduce themselves, the shorter but serious, spoke up “hello, I’m Hongjoong, I'm more of the leader here” leader. Hwayoung thought to herself, he has the aura of one anyway. Hwayoung turned slightly to the boy beside him who was tall, had a bright smile sketched on his face. “Hi! Im Yunho” his smile never faltered.

The third was also tall,but a bit more serious but held a gentle expression, “im Mingi” he said. The final boy was not too tall, or not too short, he held a careful expression as if he was assessing her. “Im Yeosang” he said with ease.

"hi, im san" said the youngest looking on. "im Jongho" said another. finally the honestly scary one spoke up in a calm and welcoming voice, "hello, im Seonghwa.

Soojin clapped her hands once. “Good. Now that you’re acquainted, I’ll leave you all to warm up. Boys, help her settle in.” the four boys nodded.

They seem nice, Hwayoung thought to herself.

“So what do you do?” asked Yunho his smile seemed larger than before, it was genuine. “I dance, and rap, sometimes. I'm still learning” she replied, trying not to seem too nervous. “Oh Dance?” said Yeosang, his eyes lighting up. “What style?”

“Mostly hip hop,” she replied, keeping a calm expression. The others nodded.

The 7 got along well and Yunho worked with her to help learn the dance that would be required for monthly evaluations. “You are doing an amazing Job!” Yunho said. “Thank you” Hwayoung replied with a smile.

The day comes to an end. “I think I'm going to do well here” she thought to herself.

Authors note: I'm so sorry!!!! but thank you for your patients as mentioned in my updates i was in the hospital so i couldn't get a lot done, I'm finally up to writing again!

Also the contract is a generalization, its not meant to directly reflect how KQ's contracts work. Also the time line is gernalization from what i have found from doing research, so it may be incorrect

My requests are open if you want to give me any ideas

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213matryoshka213 · 3 months ago

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First Steps

Summery: Hwayoung Arrives at KQ and meets a few of the Ateez Members.

Word Count: 626

Warning(s): None, If i missed anything let me know

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Hwayoung glances over one of the documents.

“Yes,” Hwayoung answered, voice firm but polite.

“This is Yoon Hwayoung, a new trainee.” Manager Kim said. “Hello,” Hwayoung said in a careful but calm voice.

"hi, im san" said the youngest looking on. "im Jongho" said another. finally the honestly scary one spoke up in a calm and welcoming voice, "hello, im Seonghwa.

Soojin clapped her hands once. “Good. Now that you’re acquainted, I’ll leave you all to warm up. Boys, help her settle in.” the four boys nodded.

They seem nice, Hwayoung thought to herself.

“Mostly hip hop,” she replied, keeping a calm expression. The others nodded.

The day comes to an end. “I think I'm going to do well here” she thought to herself.

Authors note: I'm so sorry!!!! but thank you for your patients as mentioned in my updates i was in the hospital so i couldn't get a lot done, I'm finally up to writing again!

My requests are open if you want to give me any ideas

#ateez 9th member #ateez #san #Yunho #Seonghwa #wooyoung #yeosang #hongjoong #jongho #mingi #ateez female member

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