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𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

pairing: ot8 x f!reader x jongho au: non idol | friends to ??? genre: angst with comfort word count: 5.7 k synopsis: always the bridesmaid never the bride warning(s): mean girls, cursing

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You’ve been friends with the boys for as long as you can remember. You were there for their first heartbreaks, their walks of shame, even their full-blown fuckboy eras. People always assumed you’d end up with one of them, but the truth is, you only ever saw them as friends—nothing more. Sure, a few of them confessed along the way, and maybe you even gave it a shot once or twice, only to mutually agree that you were better off as just friends.

You remember it clearly: standing as a bridesmaid at Hongjoong’s wedding. Not because she wanted you there—no, but because Hongjoong begged you to be part of it. And honestly, it only made things look worse between you and her. You had to reassure her over and over that there was nothing between you and Hongjoong. But you still remember overhearing her talking behind your back, telling her friends that you were desperate for him, that you begged to be part of the wedding. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Then came Seonghwa’s partner. The sweetest girl—you had to admit, you liked her a lot more than Hongjoong’s wife. When she found out just how close you were with the boys, she didn’t waste time confronting you. She invited you out for coffee, and the two of you sat across from each other at a quiet little café.

“So, tell me… do you like any of them? Just be honest with me,” she asked, her voice so gentle it twisted your stomach.

“No,” you answered, keeping your tone steady. “We’re just friends. But if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll distance myself so you can feel more comfortable.” You offered it freely, even though you knew deep down she just wanted you gone.

When Seonghwa proposed, she didn’t waste any time asking you to be her bridesmaid. How could you possibly say no, especially when Seonghwa’s eyes lit up at the thought of having his closest friend by his side? You couldn’t deny him that.

Still, it felt like déjà vu. Hongjoong’s wife was the maid of honor, and while you didn’t care—not really, far from it—you couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at you. Deep down, you feared they’d team up and start speaking ill of you, just like before.

Everyone had gathered at your house to celebrate Yunho’s recent proposal to his girlfriend—the one he’d kept a secret from you. And it stung. God, it hurt more than you wanted to admit, because you had always been the closest to Yunho.

But when you met her, you swallowed that pain and offered her your genuine congratulations. Only to be met with a sharp dismissal.

“Thanks,” she replied, a tight smile on her lips. “But I’m sure you’re jealous. I mean, that’s what Hongjoong’s and Seonghwa’s wives keep telling me.”

Your eyes flicked to Yunho, silently pleading for him to step in. But he only let out an awkward laugh before gently guiding her away, leaving you standing there, humiliated. Not only had he failed to defend you—he let her insult you, as if you meant nothing at all.

Once again, you were handed the role of bridesmaid. Without hesitation, you pushed the gift basket back toward her and Yunho, who looked genuinely confused.

“But… you were there for hyung’s weddings as their bridesmaid,” he said, his brows furrowed.

“And I’ll still be there, Yunho,” you replied softly, “as a guest.”

“I want you there by my side, Y/n. I mean… like a bridesmaid,” Yunho mumbled, almost as if he was embarrassed to admit it.

You let out a quiet breath, keeping your tone gentle but firm. “Yunho, this is about you and your fiancée. You can’t just choose her bridesmaids for her. That’s not fair.”

His fiancée looked at you, surprise flickering across her face—as if, for the first time, something finally clicked. Like she could finally see the truth: you really did love the boys, but only as friends.

Gently, she pushed the basket back toward you, her eyes meeting yours properly now. "It would mean a lot to me," she said softly, "since you mean a lot to Yunho."

And once again, you found yourself at another wedding—another bridesmaid.

Seonghwa’s and Hongjoong’s wives watched you from across the room, seething, as Yunho’s wife laughed freely beside you on the dance floor. Her hand curled around yours as you danced together, pure happiness on her face, while Yunho twirled Mingi nearby, both of them grinning like kids.

It felt… lighter this time.

Earlier, Yeosang had introduced you to his girlfriend. To your surprise, she’d been nothing but warm, extending an olive branch you hadn’t expected. She knew about your history with Yeosang—that the two of you had tried, had cared, but ultimately chose friendship over something more.

“I trust him,” she’d told you sincerely, “and I understand his love for you. It’s different, and that’s okay.”

Relief washed over you like a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in for far too long. For the first time in a while, you felt like maybe, just maybe, not everyone saw you as the enemy.

The three wives sat stiffly in Yeosang’s shared home with his now fiancée, the air thick with unspoken tension. Yunho’s wife shifted uncomfortably in her seat as Yeosang’s fiancée set down the glasses of wine in front of them, her movements calm, deliberate.

She took a seat across from them, her gaze steady as she raised a brow at the trio.

“So,” she began, her tone light but laced with something sharper beneath, “do you all just hate Yn, or am I missing something here?”

Yunho’s wife hesitated, her eyes flicking between the others. “It’s not that simple,” she said weakly, voice low. “I… I don’t hate her.”

But Seonghwa’s and Hongjoong’s wives scoffed almost in unison, sharing a glance heavy with unspoken bitterness.

Yeosang’s fiancée smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Hmm. Feels pretty simple to me.”

Seonghwa’s wife bristled, her lips curling into a tight frown. “She’s always there,” she snapped. “Always in the middle of things that don’t concern her.”

“And don’t act like she’s innocent,” Hongjoong’s wife added sharply. “She plays the friend card, but everyone knows she wants more.”

Yeosang fiancee eyes twinkled, " that's so funny because if i recall, she didn't date any of your husbands. In fact, she dated my fiancée,” Yeosang’s fiancée finished smoothly, her gaze sharpening like a blade behind her polite smile. She let the weight of her words hang heavy in the air, watching as Hongjoong’s wife stiffened and Seonghwa’s wife frowned deeply.

“Yet here I am,” she continued, her tone light but cutting, “perfectly content, because they ended things like adults. Friends. No lingering feelings, no sneaking around, no secret messages at midnight.”

Her eyes flicked pointedly to Hongjoong’s wife, then Seonghwa’s. “Can you say the same?”

The question wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be.

Yunho’s wife shifted uncomfortably, her gaze dropping to the untouched glass of wine in front of her. “That’s not fair,” she murmured, though even she didn’t sound convinced.

Yeosang’s fiancée’s smile widened, never reaching her eyes. “What’s not fair,” she replied smoothly, “is dragging her name through the mud because you’re all too afraid to admit she’s never been the problem.”

She let out a sigh, taking a long gulp of her wine, the glass lingering in her hand as she looked at each of them, one by one. Her voice was calm, but there was a certain finality in her words that made the room feel heavier.

"Imagine how it must feel," she began, her tone softer now, almost pitying. "To be the only girl in a male group. She's already fighting the world on the outside, so why would you want to be her enemies?"

Her eyes flicked across the table, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she continued, “She knows more about them than any of us ever will, and you know what? I’m perfectly okay with that. She’s earned it.”

The room felt smaller somehow as she spoke, as if her words were slowly closing in. She paused, glancing down at her glass before looking back up.

"And I think she must be so lonely," Yeosang’s fiancée added, her voice quiet, but carrying a weight all its own. "Because she has no other girl friends. When I asked about you three, she never once spoke ill of you. Not a single word. She always talked about how you made the boys happy, and that's all she ever wanted for them—happiness."

There was a quiet shift in the room, the silence pressing down as her words sank in, leaving a strange kind of tension in the air. The wives exchanged uneasy glances, but no one spoke.

“Now, I’m not expecting any sudden friendships between you two,” Yeosang’s fiancée continued, her voice cutting through the heavy silence. “Considering when Yeosang introduced us, you two were quick to bad-mouth her. Honestly, it’s trashy and childish. Grow the fuck up.”

She let the words land, her gaze unyielding as she turned to Yunho’s wife, who had remained quiet up until now. Her eyes narrowed, sharp and calculating.

“As for you…” She said, her tone softening just a touch, but the warning was clear. “You cannot let them walk all over you. I’m not saying pick a side, but I am saying—be a grown-ass woman. Make your own decisions.”

The room fell silent, Yunho’s wife looking down, caught in the weight of her words.

Yeosang’s fiancée didn’t wait for a response. She simply took another sip of her wine, her composure unwavering.

Here you were, at another wedding—this time, for San. And once again, you found yourself as a bridesmaid. But this time, it was different.

She asked for your opinion on everything, as if her dream wedding had become a reflection of yours. She molded it into something that felt so familiar, so personal, it nearly broke you to see it. She didn’t even realize it, of course. She was too wrapped up in the excitement to notice the way it stung. The way it felt like something that should’ve been yours was now being worn by someone else.

Yeosang’s and Yunho’s wives wanted to step in, wanted to say something. They saw it too—the way you seemed to shrink with each decision she made, each choice that echoed what you’d once dreamed of. But you asked them not to. You begged them, not wanting to make a scene, not wanting to ruin her day.

But as the wedding decorations unfolded, it felt like your heart was being shredded piece by piece. Things you’d once shared with San, things you had trusted him with, were now part of someone else’s reality. She didn’t even know.

Later, in the bathroom, you broke down. Alone, hidden away, the hurt poured out of you in quiet sobs. The betrayal you felt was overwhelming. You cried into their arms—Yeosang’s and Yunho’s wives, who had quietly followed you when they saw the tears. They held you, their silence speaking volumes.

They didn’t need to say anything. The weight of the hurt was too much to put into words.

Mingi's wedding came and went, and honestly, your mind blanked out on most of it. It wasn’t because of how the wedding looked—it was beautiful in its own way—but because of what it represented: one of the worst weddings you’d attended for the boys.

It wasn’t the ceremony or the decor, no. It was the way his now-wife bullied you into being her bridesmaid. When you first said no, it wasn’t just the end of it. Mingi showed up at your door the very next day, tears in his eyes, asking if you hated him so much that you couldn’t be by his side on his special day.

You knew it wasn’t about the wedding for him. It was about not wanting to disappoint his fiancée, about the pressure to make her happy, about his need to make sure everything was perfect—even if it meant pushing you into a role you didn’t want.

You held back your own tears as you let him in, your heart breaking for him even as you tried to explain how hurtful it felt. But the more you tried to explain, the more he seemed to spiral. You couldn’t say no to Mingi—not when he looked at you like that, not when he asked you, so vulnerably, if you were turning your back on him.

In the end, you reluctantly agreed. But the truth was, every step you took down that aisle, every moment you stood there, was a reminder of how you’d been cornered into something that felt wrong. The fake smile you wore couldn’t hide the ache in your chest.

And Mingi? He never noticed. He was too wrapped up in making his fiancée happy.

You honestly didn’t know how you got here.

One moment, you were simply attending another fitting for Wooyoung’s wedding, and the next, you were holding a maid of honor card, your name written in elegant calligraphy that felt like it mocked you.

You had declined it. Again and again and again. Politely at first. Then firmly. Then desperately, hoping they would understand.

But now, here he was, sitting in your living room like he belonged there—because, in truth, he always did.

“Why do you keep saying no, Yn?” Wooyoung asked, his lower lip jutting out into a pout that almost broke you. “Did we do something? Did I do something?”

You felt your heart squeeze painfully tight in your chest. Quickly, you shook your head, offering him a soft, bittersweet smile as you reached for his hand. He let you take it, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that was so comfortingly familiar it almost made you cry.

“God, no, Woo,” you whispered, voice tight with the storm of emotions you were barely keeping at bay. “I’m so excited for you. For her. For your future together.”

He smiled, but it faltered as you continued.

“I just… why not her best friend?” you asked softly, voice almost breaking. “Why me? She barely knows me.”

Wooyoung’s brows furrowed, his eyes searching yours with a sincerity that made it even harder to hold your ground. “Because it was her choice,” he said earnestly. “I asked her to pick whoever she wanted, Yn. And she chose you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“She said… no one knows me like you do,” he continued, squeezing your hand gently. “No one knows how to calm me when I’m nervous. No one’s seen me at my worst and still rooted for me the way you have. She wanted me to have you by my side, because you’ve always been there—even before her.”

Your eyes burned as you swallowed back the lump rising in your throat.

“But Woo… isn’t that exactly the reason I shouldn’t?” you whispered. “Because I’ve always been there? Because I’ve carried every part of you that someone else should’ve carried by now?”

His face softened even more, pain flickering behind his eyes. For a moment, he was silent. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said:

“I need you there, Yn. Please.”

And how could you ever say no to Wooyoung, when he said your name like that?

You should have said no. You should have.

But here you were, at the head table, lights a little too bright, eyes a little too many, your heart barely holding itself together beneath the practiced calm of your expression.

The glass in your hand trembled just the tiniest bit as you smiled — wide, warm, convincing, you hoped — directing your words as much as you could toward her.

“I have to say,” you started, your voice bright, almost cheerful, though it rang hollow in your own ears, “from the moment I met you, I knew you were special.”

A pause. A swallow.

“You make Wooyoung shine in a way even the stage never could,” you continued, eyes glistening. “You make him better, stronger. And, selfishly, I’ll admit — I’m grateful to you for that.”

The crowd let out soft, fond laughter. Wooyoung beamed, his eyes never leaving you, but you refused to look at him. You kept your gaze pinned to her, like she was the only person in the room. Like she was your whole audience. Maybe she was.

“I know what it means,” you pushed through, lifting your glass higher, “to stand beside him, to know his heart, to carry his wild, beautiful chaos. And I know you will do it with a grace I never could.”

You bit your cheek hard enough to taste copper.

“To the woman who holds Wooyoung’s heart,” you finished, your voice thick but steady, “may you cherish it always. And may you both have a lifetime of laughter, of joy, of love.”

You raised your glass. The room erupted in applause. She smiled at you — a smile that made your stomach twist — and for a second, you felt something inside you crack wide open.

Then, to your surprise, she stood as well.

The applause faded as she set her glass down, her eyes warm and glistening as they found yours.

“If I can say something,” she began, her voice gentle but clear, “I want to thank you, Yn.”

Your breath hitched.

" for always being the bridesmaid, and never the bride." She said.

a few gasp came from the table as your eyes widen with fear. Wooyoung looked shocked but he stayed silent.

She smirked, like the words had been sitting on her tongue for months just waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“You see,” she continued, her eyes glinting as she slowly picked up her glass again, turning it thoughtfully between her fingers, “it’s funny how you always end up in this position. Right beside our boys… but never with them.”

The gasp from the table lingered in the air like thick smoke, choking.

Your throat tightened painfully, but you forced your chin up, tried to mask the sudden rush of heat prickling behind your eyes. You wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not in front of them.

Not again.

Wooyoung's face twisted into something unreadable — part confusion, part panic, and part something much deeper that you couldn't name. But still, he said nothing. He didn't move.

Her eyes flicked to him for a brief moment, just enough to catch his reaction, before landing back on you like a predator enjoying the final moment before pouncing.

“You've been so patient," she purred, "watching us all find our happiness while you cheer from the sidelines. Always the best friend. Always the supportive one.” She took a sip of her wine, her lips curling as she swallowed. “But let’s be honest, Yn. No matter how hard you try, no matter how many speeches you give, or dresses you wear — you’ll never be the one in white.”

Silence. Utter, deafening silence.

It felt like the whole world had stopped breathing.

Your chest burned, your hands tightening so hard around your glass you were afraid it might shatter. You felt the sting of humiliation rise up your neck, hot and sharp, threatening to drown you whole.

And still, no one — no one — came to your defense.

Not even Wooyoung.

Not even the man whose wedding you stood at, heart bleeding out quietly inside your chest.

So you slowly set your glass down, giving your best smile. " i wish you and wooyoung nothing but the best... thank you for inviting me."

and you walked. When you reached the entrance doors, your footing got caught as you caught yourself onto the building, a choked sob finally releasing.

Your hand trembled against the wall, the cold surface grounding you for a moment as your breath stuttered out, shaky and raw. The echo of her words — “never the one in white” — slammed against your chest over and over, like cruel waves dragging you under.

Your vision blurred, hot tears finally spilling free as you pressed your lips together to muffle the sob clawing its way out of your throat.

Behind you, the wedding roared on like nothing happened. Music. Laughter. Glasses clinking.

Their celebration.

Your heartbreak.

You squeezed your eyes shut, praying the ground would just swallow you whole. Maybe then, you wouldn’t have to carry the weight of this moment forever.

“Yn!”

A voice cut through the haze.

Not hers.

Not his.

You didn’t turn right away, too afraid of who it might be. Too afraid they’d see you like this — broken, humiliated, and small.

But you felt a hand, warm and familiar, curl around your wrist.

“Yn, please,” Yunho’s wife whispered, her brows furrowed in worry. Her eyes searched your face like she was looking for the pieces to put you back together. “Come with me.”

Before you could protest, she gently tugged you away from the entrance, shielding you from the glances of curious guests.

Her grip never wavered, not until she found a quieter corner, far from the celebration. Yeosang’s fiancée was already there, pacing like a storm ready to break. When she saw you, her expression crumpled into fury and concern all at once.

“They’re monsters,” she seethed, coming to your side. “She humiliated you on purpose, Yn. And he—” her voice cracked with disbelief, “Wooyoung just let her.”

Your lips parted to respond, but nothing came out. You could only shake your head, tears still streaming silently down your cheeks.

Yunho’s wife swallowed hard, blinking back her own tears of frustration as she cupped your face with trembling hands. “You don’t deserve this,” she whispered fiercely. “You never did.”

Yeosang’s fiancée stepped closer, fire blazing in her eyes. “You’ve always been there for them. For all of them. But who’s here for you, Yn? We are.”

You let out a shaky breath, finally allowing yourself to collapse into their arms. They held you tightly, as if their embrace could stitch back the pieces of your shattered heart.

And for the first time that night, you let yourself fall.

You swiped at your cheeks, but the tears wouldn’t stop. The photos stared back at you — bright smiles frozen in time, laughter captured on glossy paper. You and Wooyoung, arms slung around each other. San making silly faces behind you. Mingi, mid-laugh, eyes crinkled with pure joy. Yunho, Yeosang, Jongho, Seonghwa… all of them.

Your boys.

Your family.

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. Were these ever real? Or were you just a stand-in, the eternal placeholder until someone better came along? The girl who was always convenient, always supportive, but never the one.

Your phone buzzed again. And again. And again.

You didn’t need to look to know the names lighting up your screen. Missed calls from Yunho. Voicemails from Yeosang’s wife. Messages from Mingi, San, Jongho, Hongjoong even Seonghwa.

Wooyoung too.

A fresh wave of pain crashed over you at the thought of him. Of his stupid pout when he asked you to be maid of honor. Of the way he smiled at you like you were irreplaceable, like you mattered — only to watch him sit there at that table, silent, as his bride took a knife to your heart in front of everyone.

Your hands trembled as you pressed them against your face, muffling the sound of your sob.

Why didn’t he say anything? Why didn’t any of them?

The unfairness of it all lodged in your throat like glass shards. You’d given them everything. You were there when they cried, when they fell, when the world turned its back on them — and now, they let the world laugh at you.

You dragged your knees to your chest, curling into a tight ball as your phone finally fell silent.

But even in the quiet, your mind screamed.

Was it all a lie? Were you ever really loved?

Your gaze flickered back to the wall of photos, a single tear trailing down your cheek.

And for the first time, instead of seeing memories — you saw goodbyes.

Jongho stared at his hyungs who were all seated at his apartment, all of them looking like a kicked puppy as they stared at the table. Jongho let out a sigh as he finally spoke.

" what the fuck happened you guys? I leave to the states for a few years and i come back to a shit show?"

Jongho’s voice cracked through the thick tension in the air like a whip, sharp and unforgiving.

The rest of the boys flinched as if they’d been struck.

No one answered at first. Just the heavy weight of regret sitting on their shoulders, pressing them further into their seats. Yunho ran a hand through his hair, eyes red-rimmed like he hadn’t slept in days. Mingi's leg bounced anxiously under the table. San chewed at his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Wooyoung — normally loud and brash — looked like a shadow of himself, hollow and pale.

Seonghwa finally cleared his throat, voice hoarse. “It’s... complicated.”

“Complicated?” Jongho snapped, eyes narrowing dangerously. “No. What’s complicated is you all were supposed to protect her. She 's our friend.”

Silence.

Painful, suffocating silence.

Hongjoong’s hands were clasped tightly together, knuckles bone-white. He swallowed thickly, eyes pinned to the grain of Jongho’s table. “We let her down.”

“That,” Jongho spat, “is an understatement.”

His fists slammed onto the table, making everyone jump.

“She’s not answering my calls,” Jongho went on, voice strained between fury and heartbreak. “You know why? Because the only family she had humiliated her in front of an entire room full of strangers. Because of you guys.”

Wooyoung’s head shot up then, his eyes glassy. “I-I tried to stop her—”

“Did you?” Jongho cut in coldly. “You sat there. You fucking sat there, Woo. She needed you.”

“I didn’t know she was going to say that!” Wooyoung's voice cracked as he nearly shouted, chest heaving. “I swear, Jongho, I didn’t know—”

“That’s the problem!” Jongho fired back. “You should’ve known.”

The weight of his words dragged the room deeper into despair.

Yeosang, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke, his voice soft but sharp. “She asked us not to intervene, Jongho. She begged us to let it go.”

“That was her protecting you,” Jongho snapped bitterly, pacing now. “That was her, as always, thinking about you first.”

Another long pause.

“You know what’s the worst part?” Jongho whispered, his gaze lowering. “She loved you guys more than herself. Always has. And this is how you repaid her.”

They all sat frozen, like statues carved from guilt and shame.

“She deserved better,” Jongho finished quietly. “So much better.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

And then, softly — Wooyoung’s voice broke through.

“What do we do now?”

Jongho looked at him, jaw tight. " nothing. Do nothing until i figure it out."

The knock at your door startled you — you weren’t expecting anyone.

But the moment you swung it open, your breath caught in your chest before it came rushing out in a joyful gasp. Without thinking, you threw yourself into Jongho’s arms, a bright smile stretching across your face. His familiar chuckle rumbled in his chest as he caught you effortlessly, spinning you around like you weighed nothing.

“You’re back,” you cried out, your voice trembling with relief.

His smile — that gummy, heart-flipping smile you’d missed so desperately — made your pulse stutter. He set you down but kept you close, his hands cradling your face before he pulled you into a deep, breath-stealing kiss.

You melted against him, all the pain, the loneliness, and the weight on your chest slipping away as his lips moved with yours. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt like you were home.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered against your lips, his forehead resting against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your fingers curling into his shirt as you whispered back, voice thick with emotion, “I’ve missed you too…”

Jongho gently brushed your hair away from your face, his fingertips lingering as his eyes roamed over your features. His heart clenched at the exhaustion etched into you — in the dullness of your eyes, the faint tremble in your smile. Guilt twisted in his chest, sharp and relentless.

“You look so tired, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice soft but thick with concern.

You hummed softly, snuggling closer to his chest, letting his warmth soothe the lingering sting in your heart. “You have no idea…” you whispered, your voice laced with quiet exhaustion.

His chin rested gently on top of your head, his arms tightening around you protectively. “I just might,” he murmured, a bittersweet edge in his tone. “I missed you at Wooyoung’s wedding.”

He felt you froze as he pulled you away noticing the tears flow down once again. " you were there?"

Jongho nodded his head, " and i heard everything. Honey, i'm so sorry - if i had known"

You shook your head, "no one could of known jjongie.."

You froze in his embrace, your body tensing as he slowly pulled you away just enough to see your face. His heart twisted at the sight of your tears slipping down once again.

“You were there?” your voice broke, barely above a whisper.

Jongho’s expression softened with guilt as he nodded. “I was,” he admitted quietly. “And I heard everything. Honey, I’m so sorry—if I had known…”

You shook your head, cutting him off, your eyes glistening. “No one could’ve known, Jjongie…” you murmured, your voice trembling as you forced a small, sad smile.

Jongho gently took your left hand in his, his thumb brushing over your bare ring finger with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. You looked up at him, eyes meeting his with silent questions swimming beneath the surface.

A small, hopeful smile tugged at his lips. “Well,” he said softly, voice full of quiet conviction, “maybe it’s time you put the ring back on?”

Your heart stuttered at his words, your gaze flickering from his eyes to your hand, and back again, as if you were afraid to hope—but unable to stop yourself.

Your leg bounced nervously, the anxiety twisting in your chest as you fidgeted with the ring on your wedding finger. Your eyes stayed fixed on Jongho as he buttoned up his shirt, every movement of his steady hands a quiet contrast to your restless energy.

He caught your gaze in the mirror, his expression softening. “We can cancel,” he said gently, turning to face you fully. “Keep us a secret a little longer, if that’s what you want.”

His voice held no pressure, only concern — an offer of comfort in the storm of your nerves.

You shook your head, a quiet but firm no, as you rose to your feet and closed the space between you. His hands instinctively found your hips, grounding you, while you looped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer.

“We’ve been a secret for so long,” you murmured, your forehead resting against his, “and then we didn’t invite anyone to our wedding…”

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he nodded, his eyes warm with certainty. “Which,” he said, his voice gentle but sure, “I have absolutely no regrets about — it was just us, and our family. Exactly how it should’ve been.”

You hummed softly, a small smile curling at your lips. “Plus… I already put our wedding pictures up.” Your fingers brushed lightly over his chest. “We’re doing this.”

His eyes softened even more, his hands tightening just slightly on your hips as if to hold you closer to him — to anchor you both in this moment.

“I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “You held the fort down while I was away… And if I had known any of this was happening, sweetheart…” His brows furrowed, regret shadowing his expression. “I would’ve come for you. No hesitation. I would’ve brought you with me.”

Downstairs, Hongjoong’s wife paced idly around your living room — until she froze mid-step, her face draining of all color. Her eyes were locked onto something across the room, wide with shock. Without a word, she motioned frantically for Seonghwa’s wife and Wooyoung’s wife to come closer.

“What is it?” Seonghwa’s wife asked, but as soon as her gaze followed, she stumbled over her own breath. “H-holy shit…” she stammered, eyes glued to the wall in disbelief.

The confused chatter of the boys and their wives faded into the background, none of them noticing yet as the three women stood frozen, staring at the unmistakable sight in front of them.

It was your wedding picture — clear as day, hanging proudly on the wall. You were beaming, your eyes bright with love, as the man beside you held you close. His face was unmistakable to anyone who knew him, even after the years apart.

Hongjoong’s wife’s breath caught in her throat as she hurried toward the frame, calling over her shoulder, “Honey… honey, come here. Who’s this man in the picture?”

Hongjoong, still distracted by the quiet conversations in the room, walked over without much thought. His gaze landed on the photo. Casual, at first.

“Oh,” he answered easily, “that’s Jongho.”

There was a beat of silence. Then—

"jongho?!" Hongjoong’s voice cracked with shock as he snatched the picture off the wall, holding it closer like the frame might offer an explanation. His eyes darted between the photo and the faces of his friends, like they might somehow piece this puzzle together for him.

“W-when did Yn and Jongho—when did they even get married?!” he stammered, panic rising in his tone as he rushed toward the other boys, shoving the photo toward them.

Their wives were frozen, glancing between one another with growing fear, their voices dropping to urgent whispers. “Is that the Jongho?” Wooyoung’s wife asked, her voice shaky. “The one who missed our wedding because he was overseas?” Seonghwa’s wife added, barely above a breath.

And then—

A sharp cough cut through the commotion.

All eyes snapped toward the living room entrance.

There you stood with Jongho, his hand resting securely at your waist, as if to anchor you against the tidal wave of chaos swelling in the room. His gaze was calm, protective, unwavering. Yours, a storm of emotions beneath a composed facade.

You swallowed thickly, feeling their eyes on you, but you stood tall beside your husband.

“Surprise,” you said softly, your voice carrying across the stunned silence.

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acciocriativity · 2 months ago

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what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

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acciocriativity · 2 months ago

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"How many kids do you want?"

Wooyoung stopped halfway into bringing his cup to his lips as he looked at the pretty girl he was on a third date with. He contemplated for a moment, not that he hadn't thought about it before but the conversation was very sudden.

"Jumping the gun a little?"

"So you don't want to date me?"

"Two is a good number," He replied immediately, going back to sipping his cup of coffee, "But as one of three kids, I am partial to three. You?"

"I don't have a preference," You said, smiling at him, "Girl dad or boy dad?"

"Girl dad for sure," Wooyoung said surely, giving a nod, letting out a large grunt after drinking, "I'd treat my boys the same way until they hit puberty and then I would start panicking."

You laughed, making Wooyoung smile. "I think I'd be a boy mom," you said, then chuckled, "Until they hit puberty and then I wouldn't know what to do."

"We better not have boys then, huh?"

You coughed violently, not expecting him to be so nonchalant and he looked at you incredulously, "What? You're the one who started asking about kids!"

"They were general questions, I wasn't talking about us!" "What!? Who else would you be talking about!?" "No! No one, but-!"

"But? But what?" Wooyoung's smile was teasing and you slouched, pouty. "You're making fun of me."

"No, I was taking you seriously! But why the question, though?"

Wooyoung had found you intriguing from the beginning and even more so when he realized that even though you definitely liked him, you were hard to get. You weren't playing either, he could tell that you mentally couldn't let yourself indulge in him.

He hadn't even gotten to kiss you yet.

"I just like being on the same page about things!" you defended yourself, "I wasn't- I wasn't planning anything yet, but I was just... you know... I don't want to waste your time."

Wooyoung smiled at you, "I think that's a reasonable question, but... I think if I liked you enough, I would have gone with whatever you wanted. You'd be the one having the kids after all."

"Fair...," you murmured, "But... is that something you want? A lot of guys want kids and don't know what it means to be a father, making their wife do all the work."

"Oh, you definitely wouldn't have to worry about that with me," he chuckled, "I raised my younger brother from the day he was born when I was 16. Being a father is kind of in my bones now. If anything, I'd willingly be taking all the work from you."

You smiled bashfully, "I like that answer."

Wooyoung grinned, leaning back in his chair, "I'm glad you do. Now, are you going to ask more questions about our potential future or are you going to finally let me kiss you in the present?"

You blushed, turning away from him, covering your embarrassed face.

"I'm kidding!" he chuckled, taking your hand, "I like you... a lot."

You turned back to look at him, an earnest expression on his face as he stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, "These questions are a little fast, but I'm okay with that. It's because I like you so much that I want to go at whatever pace you want me to. Even if you ask me about kids before I've found out what your lips taste like."

He was honest, but his words were teasing. You pouted at him, attempting to take your hang away, but he held it tightly.

"I'm not letting you go, even if you pull away. I can see that you only play the long game, and I want to play it with you."

Your body flushed with warmth, and you smiled widely. "I'd- I'd love that." Wooyoung smiled, lacing your fingers together, "Good."

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acciocriativity · 3 months ago

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the four seasons of us

“every season is one of becoming, but not always one of blooming. be gracious with your ever-evolving self.” — b. oakman

the essence of youth is summers with you

poly surfers!ateez x childhood best friend!reader (38.7k)

when you move away from your hometown at the age of six, you discover that summer in namhae takes the form of a skinny, dimpled boy who loves the sea and holding hands–choi san. but as the summers go past and he goes to seoul for college, bringing back new friends each year, you start to develop feelings that run deeper than just friendship. will your summers of youth become ones of love and dreams, or will they end in pain and heartbreak?

our leaves must fall before our flowers can bloom

poly hockey team!ateez x coach!reader (37.6k)

you become the new coach of the elite men's ice hockey team, the red devils. but with both yourself and the team carrying burdens of the past, you all find it difficult to see eye to eye. as you lead them to the championships in the korean ice hockey league, you discover that teamwork and trust is not as straightforward as it seems.

and if it stops snowing? then count the stars in the sky

poly doctors!ateez x doctor!reader (approx. 37k)

synopsis to be revealed soon with teaser

spring tba...

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acciocriativity · 3 months ago

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people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333

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->You're hyper independent || Ateez Reactions || Maknae Line

Genre: fluff, angst for Jongho’s part, slice of life AU

Warnings: mentions of relatives' death on Mingi’s part; mentions overworking, lack of self care and unhealthy perfectionism on San’s part; this IS more heavy in general than the first part, I'm so sorry. I don't incentivize any of the behaviors depicted in this.

N/A: This is a very real trauma response that real people have. However, I tried to keep it light, humorous, and focus on the support and love the reader received from the boys in different contexts instead of the actual trauma triggering situation that cause the trauma response. If I, in any way, offend people who have this trauma response, I'm open to learning and editing this, if necessary.

N/A ²: This is a gender neutral! reader in all of them, but Mingi’s part.

Ateez Masterlist

Hyung Line version

Choi San (최산): He’ll take care of you, whether you like it or not

Choi San wasn’t your husband, yet at least. The engagement talk was at its peak, and you knew a proposal wasn’t far off. Still, if any of your friends saw the two of you on a normal day, they’d ask where you found such an amazing house husband, and you wouldn’t be able to respond. He wasn’t your house husband, nothing against it, but you wouldn’t be able to be with a man that hadn’t the same ambition with his work as you did. Well, maybe San didn’t have this hunger to be at the top like you, but he was determined and passionate, striving to be his best every day and finding new ways to grow, and that was enough for you.

Although he had his own fair share of work schedule, his work from home was flexible and task-based rather than time-based, so with his efficiency, he managed to have more free time than you. This led to your current arrangement. It was rare for you to be at home if it wasn’t on a weekend, so it was a seamless transition for him to live with you and contribute a bigger portion of house labor. His presence was something dangerous because you started to think about what you would do without him in your life. He added instead of subtracting from your energy and time, which sometimes seemed like a surreal dream.

You had a full-time job, a good apartment, a car, and a whole social life you had to manage. There was so much you wanted to do with your life, with your free time, that you were used to the feeling of being hungry throughout the day or dizziness from the lack of hydration. The only way you managed to rest was when you were asleep. Otherwise, you felt like you were losing time. This was your normal day-to-day self, what you were used to, and yes, you knew it was bad.

When you met San, your health was at its lowest. It was normal for him to be worried, and your friends and family were. But he was the one that took action, a man you barely knew at the time. All his attempts were kindly rejected by you, and then you hated the thought of him, of all people, helping you. Not only you didn’t need it, but you’d hate to be a bother.

But San was as stubborn as he was beautiful. He reminded you religiously to drink water, cooked healthy meals for you even on weekends, bought groceries for you when you didn’t have the time for so many weeks you were truly embarrassed by yourself, took care of your plants when you were away on work trips and so much more.

It was all so weird. You constantly waited for the other shoe to drop. For the time when he’d be tired of this constant routine of caring for you. Your toxic self was waiting for the confirmation that you were too much for anyone to handle, that nobody could be with you and keep up, that you were the problem and that was the reason you could never be in a relationship for long.

But San proved you wrong, again and again, and you couldn’t even be mad at him for it.

Song Mingi (송민기): Turns out, he’s not just a silly little guy

Mingi was your younger brother best friend, and there were times you hated him for it. As the elder daughter, you took on the biggest load of everything in your house up until you left for college in another state. Until that moment, you had to be silent and grateful about it all. There was no throwing yourself on the ground to get your way or crying yourself out of your “duties”, which included but not limited to cooking all the meals for yourself and your brother, making the grocery store list and buying everything yourself once you were old enough, cleaning the entire house yourself, which wasn’t the initial agreement, and babysitting your brother 24/7 and his friends when they were over, which was almost every single day. So clearly, there was a lot on your plate, nothing a child should have on theirs. But why did you hate Mingi in specific? He wasn’t mean, but he thought it was funny to break rules, to do what your parents told they couldn’t and he got away with it while the blame fell on you. Not once, not twice.

In Mingi’s defense, he didn’t know actions had consequences at the time, he was 6 and a spoiled only child, also, he felt really shitty when your brother told him your parents punished you for some of the stuff they did later, but he thought it was too late. After two decades and something passed, somehow, you still saw him as the same irresponsible boy that got you into trouble. Mind you, he kind of never left your life completely, he was in bedded in the family’s stories, in the corner of the photos, in the little small get together that were family only, but he was never close to you. That’d be quite the impossible mission since you looked like you hated his guts.

But when the worst time of your life came, so did his redemption arc. Your grandma got really sick, and the whole family was in shambles, but somehow, you were the one expected to make the bigger sacrifices. Most of your relatives live far away, some out of the country and although your mom moved in with you, her health wasn't in an ideal condition to take care of someone else, which was already another problem and another whole set of eggs for you to be careful not to step on. It was only you in this, at least, you thought so until Mingi showed up on your doorstep, ready to help. It concerned you, but your position didn't allow you to turn him down. To your surprise, Mingi helped with a lot. Since he never moved away from his family home, he managed to help daily with meal prepping, groceries shopping, and the house up-keeping. No one really asked him to step up like that. Not even your own brother did this much after a week, yet he was by your side through it all.

A lot of the weight was off your back before you realized it. It was a weird sensation, but you were truly thankful for him, and you wanted to find a way to let him know. After an entire month, your relationship with Mingi was still stiff and awkward, yet you began to appreciate it for what it was, and maybe, someday, it'd be a work in progress.

Jeong Wooyoung (정우영): You may call him a wrecking ball

It seems like he has been paying for all his sins ahead of time because why does he have to love such difficult people? *dramatic sigh*. Ok, that was a lie. He didn’t care you weren’t the best with physical affection, you walked around like that wasn’t a thing at all, but that’s OK, because he’s affectionate enough for the both of you.

You had pretty established boundaries, more like a steel wall around you that people couldn’t go through. While Wooyoung…, yeah. It was a weird kind of friendship at first, if he could call a friendship. He was a work colleague, but somehow, he saw right through your tough act on day one, unlike everyone else. You tended to put a good distance in your every relationship unintentionally, too focused on your work to pay attention on small talk or the gossip of the day, but others saw it as a lack of interest in their friendship, which wasn’t true. You were as interested in them as you were scared of them.

Although it wasn’t possible for Wooyoung to know the in’s and out’s of your mind, he saw your unintentional push and pull game in those subtle ways. Whenever you tried to be closer to people in your own way, the effort wasn’t reciprocated until the point you’d take the hint. It was too late. You managed to scare them away again.

If anyone would ask him why he tried so hard to befriend you, he’d lie and say he didn’t have to try at all, you fell for his charms in an instant. But if he were to be honest, he’d say he saw a part of himself in you. In his eyes, you weren’t cold, nor uptight and mean. You just didn’t give love to others in an open way. This didn’t mean you didn’t have any to give or that you aren’t able to feel it. His running theory was that you were his exact opposite, and he couldn’t just live you be without helping you out or, at least, try.

The moment he got to crack a small piece of your wall, when he wasn’t even trying to, he was determined to see more. And oh boy, didn’t he see it? Now, this may be ridiculous, but he felt honored when you let him step into your world as a whole, no judgment, only him trying to understand you as a person. It warmed his heart that he got to be someone important in your life as much as you were on his.

If anyone that work along side the both of you saw you two today, years later, they wouldn’t believe it. But here you are, pretending you don’t like his weekly hugs spree while you don’t move a single muscle to get him off you. Isn’t it funny how things change? Hm? What was this, oh, you said you feel like laying down on the couch now, so you wouldn’t move? OK, he’d let you have that excuse for now.

Choi Jongho (최종호): he was your missing piece. Now you only miss him

To see him in a situation like this made you consider hysterically laughing until the moment your brain forgets where you are and you don’t care anymore. That must be a nice feeling, one you never really felt without him. Like you, he was dressed up for the weeding ceremony of your friend in common and you felt dumb, first, because you swore you’d only attend if there was no possibility of him coming, he was supposed to be out of the country and second, because he didn’t spare you another look.

Your breakup was amicable and mutual. With both of your lives ascending, the distance grew, physically and emotionally. There was no ease and stress-free conversations, suddenly you couldn’t relate to each other anymore and what was the point to be with him when the only thing you wanted to do on your break was rot in bed instead of seeing him? You had no energy to spare, and neither did him.

Why do you still care, then?

Because he was perfect for you, at least at some point, in every sense of the word. He saw you and didn’t judge, didn’t try to change who you was, instead he slowly but surely helped you adapt into a new routine with him in it. It was livelier and brighter when he was around.

The moment he left, you noticed that you just lived the happiest years of your life, and there was no coming back from it. You didn’t even attempt to talk once more, Jongho was like you in the sense that he carefully decided who stayed on his life and who didn’t, you moved to the latter, but you were the one that moved him out of yours first, weren’t you?

Your time management improved after all, but it let you down when it mattered the most. So, you tortured yourself a bit more, watching him and wondering what was going through his mind and if that had anything to do with you.

Jongho saw you the moment he walked in, but he pretended not to for his own sake. Although he'd never admit it out loud, to greet an ex at a weeding was above his maturity level. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Of course, you looked..., and of course, you'd have a date with you, but that didn't mean he had to see you two together, right? His solution was to stay away from you as far as he could. However, to accomplish such things, he'd have to be aware of your whereabouts all night long.

His self-control and straightforward priorities were some of his best qualities. He managed the need to stalk you on his worst days back then, so he never got to see how you were doing. At that moment, he could tell you were doing your best to be fine, to look perfect, but he used to know you better than that facade. Sometimes, he wondered if you regretted as much as he did.

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to a dying? atinyblr

i don't usually speak about these things, but a lot of blogs (amazing writers) are leaving this platform or taking time off bc of lack of engagement which serves as a big demotivating factor. especially and specifically in this atiny fandom, some things have come to my attention and i just want all readers and writers to take a look at this post and refresh some reading and writing etiquettes, as well as revive the essence of being a part of this fandom.

feedback:

i understand that there are a lot of silent readers on here, but since tumblr is dying and our fandom is not very huge, the least you can do to show the writers some support is like the post.

which brings me to the point that the like function didn't even exist in the past. this site still runs on reblogs. as readers, to show your favourite writers some semblance of support, you should be reblogging with tags. a simple ‘#ateez x reader’ or ‘#ateez fics’ is enough. it's literally not asking for much– reblogs are the only way writers can get reach.

if you cannot do that bc of your blog's aesthetic or whatever, side blogs exist. if you still cannot do that, a simple anon ask appreciating the writer sometimes saves them.

also, what has happened to the quality of reblogs? readers consume years of writers’ work and efforts in mere hours and don’t even leave any feedback? art in general in all forms is very underappreciated and with all sorts of problems like plagiarism, ai writing and everything, true art and writing is dying and needs to be appreciated now more than ever. we’re literally the last generation witnessing ai take over in all fields of arts. appreciate content creators before it’s too late, don’t be a content glutton!

updates and requests:

asking writers for updates when they specifically mention that they would prefer posting at their pace is wrong for so many reasons– we all have a real life. you, the reader, do too. just like you don't always have time to read, writers don't always have time to write. do you ever see the writers asking their readers 'why have you not read my latest chapter?'

most of the times, writers mention in their bio/faq post or elsewhere that they do mind being asked about updates. respect your writers, please, and do a little scroll before you send such demanding asks (also, sugarcoating when asking for updates does not make it any better!)

if you are only asking about updates, it demotivates a lot of writers bc these same people will disappear when it is time for feedback. writing is a form of art. we can write, artists can paint, musicians can compose music, but all of it has no meaning unless it is shared with an audience and appreciated. readers are just as important as the writers but there is no way of knowing fics are valued unless feedback is given.

the same goes for requests. you can only send a request when the requests are open, which is usually mentioned in the writer’s bio/faq post. it’s literally not that hard to check if requests are open and it’s basic decency to not send a request when the writers specifically mention that requests are closed. when sending a request, please be courteous. a ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ are examples of being courteous when sending requests.

the fanfics in atinyblr:

i understand that you can read whatever you like, but why is it that in the atiny fandom, fics that do not contain smut hardly ever get attention? as a writer, i enjoy writing and reading smut, and while i am not specifically a smut blog, i have noticed how fics containing smut get far more reach than fics that do not contain smut– not just in my case, but other amazing writers as well.

there are such amazing fictions in this fandom. all fics are crafted with dedication and care, yet stories without smut often get sidelined. writers are not able to express themselves in their writing freely anymore and they simply conform to a genre they know readers will consume, as they are forced to consider adding smut to their stories so they can get more reach in this fandom. i have heard accounts from a lot of writers who were inclined to add smut to an otherwise smut-free fic just for reach.

this is by no means hate to the smut writers. i am also not placing blame on them. smut drabbles have always been in this fandom, and there are amazing smut writers out there, doing their thing. it is the readers here who are failing the writers. readers are quick to talk about the lack of ‘good fics’ or ‘plot’ yet will not even bother searching for these works. there used to be a good balance and appreciation for all genres alike.

i know that smut is what's hot and trendy these days, and drabbles in general, no matter the genre, are easier to read when you want to take a short break. but there is such a lack of longfics in this fandom, especially as of lately, and as someone who has personally witnessed the ratio of longfics decrease exponentially, i felt the need to point this out. appreciate all writers! appreciate all genres! longfic writers need as much validation and encouragement as drabble writers, and vice versa! don't be too harsh on longfic writers for not pumping out fics at the same speed as shortfic writers.

and on that note, smut drabble writers experience a lack of quality feedback despite the high engagement, so readers, please don't hesitate to point out exactly what you liked about a fic, even if it's a short drabble! be kind to those writers, give them time to write and be kind when sending requests! they may post more often but they, too, have a life.

tags:

this is specifically for the people who will post a very normal picture of a member, no caption, but tag it something like #ateez smut, #ateez hard hours, #ateez x reader. and for the people who tag their asks with irrelevant tags– literally learn to tag your post properly, and stop crowding the wrong tags. you're just proving the point that if you don't tag a post with the smut tag or something similar, it won't get reach. if you've posted with a caption, that makes sense (though it still doesn't warrant some of the tags being used there).

as for writers, also learn to use your tags appropriately. fics that do not contain smut should not be tagged with smut related tags. believe in yourself. i get that there is the problem of reach but do not overcrowd tags with irrelevant material.

disclaimer:

this is by no means about me. if i cared about the notes, or lack thereof, i would have stopped writing a while ago. while it is challenging to be a writer here, especially as of lately, i still enjoy posting whatever i write no matter the genre or the word count. but it's a bit disappointing that my planned out fics get much less attention than a simple smut headcanons post that i wrote in the heat of the moment with my friend in literally a few hours as a joke (which has reached almost 10k notes btw in a span of 2 years). sure, it has exposed my blog to new readers but that's about it.

this post is for all the amazing writers who have left, are thinking of leaving, or are struggling to voice these problems because they are afraid of being marked as 'problematic' or a 'hater' or something worse. i am not afraid to voice my opinion on here, and if you think that i am wrong, feel free to interact with this post and correct me because i am not claiming that i am right about this.

these are just the observations i have made as someone who has been actively writing on this platform for about 4 years now, and since i have a decent number of followers, i hope this post gets more reach. do not be afraid to reblog this if you agree, and even if you do not, reblog this so someone else gets educated. i may have missed some points so feel free to add if you want too.

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->You're hyper independent || Ateez Reactions || Maknae Line

Genre: fluff, angst for Jongho’s part, slice of life AU

N/A ²: This is a gender neutral! reader in all of them, but Mingi’s part.

Ateez Masterlist

Hyung Line version

Choi San (최산): He’ll take care of you, whether you like it or not

But San proved you wrong, again and again, and you couldn’t even be mad at him for it.

Song Mingi (송민기): Turns out, he’s not just a silly little guy

Jeong Wooyoung (정우영): You may call him a wrecking ball

Choi Jongho (최종호): he was your missing piece. Now you only miss him

Why do you still care, then?

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acciocriativity · 3 months ago

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I'm so honored that you mentioned A Momma's Boy. Thank you so much for the love, dear <3

𓇼 𝘈𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘻 𝘍𝘪𝘤 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘌𝘱.𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𓇼 𓆞 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𓆞 𓇼 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴/𝘈𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴/𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𓇼 𓇼 𝘰𝘵8/𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 07:30 pm - @woncon idol!poly!yunwoosan x gn!reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 08:00 - @mimikittysblog husband!poly!yunsan x wife!reader (timestamp) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 21:40 - @mimikittysblog poly!ot8 x reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 23:55 - @mimikittysblog poly!ot8 x reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Alien In My Living Room - @potatomountain alien!hongjoong x reader x cowboy!san (one-shot) 𓆞 𓇼 𝘬𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 [ 20.08 ] - @yizhou-time mafia!hongjoong x reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 A Little Friendly Competition - @snwusberry dad!hongjoong x mom!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 A Momma’s Boy - @acciocriativity idol!hongjoong x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 After School Discipline [Part One] [Part Two] - @wwooyology professor!hongjoong x reader (two-parts) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 Beginning Of The End [Part One] [Part Two] - @yeomongi bf!hongjoong x reader (two-parts) 𓈒𓏸 𓇼 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 Cherry Lemons [Part One] [Part Two] - @altxrrmelancholy biker!seonghwa x reader (two-parts) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Corrupted Thoughts - @planet-hwa roommate!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 Embarrassingly Cute - @xuchiya non-idol!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Head Over Heels - @iannmin heel obsessed!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 Hot Chocolate - @sugawhaaa bf!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓇼 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 [1:15 pm] - @yuyusgirlie husband!yunho x wife!reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 2U - @joongieology non-idol!yunho x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 A Funfair Date - @mysteriousrainsworld bf!yunho x gf!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Bad Girl Syndrome - @hotteokyu outlaw!yunho x outlaw!reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 Bodyguard!Yunho & Spoiled Nepobaby!Reader | Bodyguard!Yunho Puts You In Your Place - @seobinghard bodyguard!yunho x nepobaby!reader (two-parts) 𓆞

𓇼 𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𓇼 𓆞 12:05am - @planet-hwa bf!yeosang x reader (timestamp) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 Birthday - @sweetiesicheng bf!yeosang x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Die With A Smile - @koyagifs non-idol!yeosang x reader ft.seonghwa (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Hidden in Polaroid: His Secrets, Her Obsession - @champagnecherryblossom idol!yeosang x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 How Quick Things Can Change… - @hee0soo serial killer!yeosang x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓇼 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘯 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 A Goodfella's Moondance - @itstheghostofmypast husband!mafia!san x wife!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Echos Of Fame - @scoupsakakitty idol!san x idol!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Glowing Caverns - @wwooyology lifeguard!san x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 Honey, Baby - @i-like-loserz husband!san x wife!reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 I'm Okay! Gwenchana! - @itstheghostofmypast husband!non-idol!san x wife!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓇼 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 Finals Week - @yeomongi bf!mingi x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Raving With Best Friend ! Mingi - @seobinghard best friend!mingi x reader (drabble) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Unfair Nostalgia - @xuchiya ex-husband!mingi x ex-wife!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 You Gonna Pick Up The Phone? - @outlawinthisworld1117 neighbor crushl!mingi x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 Your Little Monster - @bvidzsoo mafia heir!mingi x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓇼 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 [11:59 pm] - @m1ngkis wooyoung x reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 A Road Trip - @littlefireball bf!wooyoung x gf!reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 Blistering Heat - @wwooyology fox hybrid!wooyoung x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 Chosen Appa - @dancinglikebutterflywings best friend!wooyoung x single mom!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Cookies For Santa - @snwusberry dad!wooyoung x mom!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓇼 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 Blood Stained Words - @dae-chwiita non-idol!jongho x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Jongho As Your Boyfriend's Best Friend - @haechanhues non-idol!jongho x reader (texts) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Ornament Odyssey - @lilacmingi santa!jongho x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Soft Cheeks, Softer Hearts - @xuchiya bf!jongho x gf!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Tension & Release - @yeomongi bf!jongho x reader (one-shot) 𓆞

#ateez x reader #ateez fics recs #ateez au recs #hongjoong x reader

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acciocriativity · 4 months ago

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->You're hyper independent || Ateez Reactions || Hyung Line

Genre: fluff, angst (because of the theme on itself), slice of life AU

Warnings: NONE

N/A ²: This is a gender neutral! reader.

Ateez Masterlist

Kim Hongjoong (김홍중): You don’t let him pay for you, and he’s helpless

On your very first date with Hongjoong, just as casually as he wiped out his card to pay for the meal, you wiped out yours. That day, he learned you were as hardheaded as he was, which was an interesting surprise. There was no dance of “Oh, I pay. No, it’s okay, I can pay. No, I insist. Oh, if you insist, then…” as he imagined at first. If you said you were going to pay, then you would do so. In the end, you both agreed to slip the bill even.

That was a common occurrence at the beginning of your relationship, a spit-even bill no matter the cost of the meal or whatever you were doing together.

It wasn’t like he was flaunting his money, nor did he want to offend you in any way, which you didn’t think was the case, thank God. It just became second nature for him to be attentive to those around him, and if he had an opportunity to do something nice for people he cared about, why would he not? Why wouldn’t you let him? You thought he was adorable when he vented that to you on a 1 A.M. something call, like those thoughts plagued his dreams or something. You liked your man a little dramatic like that.

There were times when it was a given that he bought something for the two of you, and then you made sure to put your money on something else for you both that same day. He thought you would rather keep things “separated” at that stage, where things were uncertain, to not create any kind of “debts” with each other, it seemed, although he didn’t agree with that trail of thoughts at all, and it was a bit offensive to him. First, because he’d never be the type of man to expect anybody to owe him anything after dinner, and second, because he hadn’t any doubts about the relationship.

His suspicions weren’t that far off, honestly. You said plainly you rather avoid any discomfort or expectations at this stage of your relationship with him, and he could sleep well because you knew how caring he was even if he wasn’t the one paying for you.

It was lovely for him to know what you thought of him. A simple phrase made his day, and if that was your answer, then he wouldn’t push it. Even if he was desperate to know what those discomforts were for you and if they happened frequently in the past.

For now, he’d gladly wait for you while you met in the middle, even if he feels a little helpless.

Park Seonghwa (박성화): he isn’t allowed to baby you like you baby him, but mama raised no bitch

It wasn’t a rule per se, but the only 3 times he ever tried to baby you during your one-year relationship like you usually do with him, two of them made you almost become physically ill, and the last of them, you were, in fact, ill.

He never thought karma would hit him as hard as it did when he met you for the first time. His tsundere exterior was nothing compared to yours. It felt like he encountered another version of himself, one that he lost to instantly. It was safe to say your charm wasn’t cuteness. It was how attentive you were, how you cared for anyone around you in a quiet and practical way, and how you were honest above all. You were reliable, steady, and so so warm with those you cared for. He was down bad before he could say the word “tsundere”.

The first time was a mistake, almost an instinct. It wasn’t rare for you to be cute unintentionally, but just as much as one shouldn’t make any sudden noise to not scare a grumpy cat away after it laid near, he should not have cooed and pinched your cheeks while you tried some of his stew at a dinner night at his house, the first of many.

He didn’t move, his arms hurt from the position he was in. The sheer astonishment on your face made him freeze, but there was no way of reversing time. There was no running from this. It was done. He feared for his life as you slowly processed what was happening to you.

It was clear how deeply you disliked it, even if you didn’t say so, and Seonghwa always prided himself on being a great boyfriend, so he kept that in mind to never do it again.

But he is just a man at the end of the day, a very, very weak man, and your cheeks are really, really perfect to pinch. Still, he chose his battles carefully, and the last two attempts were successful because you always let him off the hook without much of anything. In all honesty, he was the cutest and childlike one in the relationship even if he didn’t show it after first, and you fell hard for that side of him. The way his pretty brown eyes shined with mischief whenever he got away with calling you cute or cooing at you melted your heart on the spot, so you let him.

If it was anyone else, you’d run as far as you could from whoever it was, even your own parents. You were just not a touchy person at all, because maybe you grew up without people giving that kind of love to you then, but you got used to it from Seonghwa. Of course, it was best if he never knew how much power he actually had, so you let him fear for his life for a moment or two.

Unfortunately, Seonghwa was a cute, silly man, but he was your cute, silly man.

Jeong Yunho (정윤호): You don’t ask him for help, but what else can he do with his acts of service love language?

You two have been friends for a good while now, that kind of friend who everyone thought would amount to something else yet never did. The time to risk for something more was the night you two met, but neither of you took any action then. Now, you two had a good friendship, and that was more than enough for both of you.

Yunho couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t thought of what ifs with you in the past, but in his mind, you were never interested in him like this, so the whole thing was pointless. You didn’t seem interested in a romantic relationship then just as much as you don’t now, and he was fine with it.

You had a nice future ahead of you. A lot of your time was spent on building a good curriculum for college and then a solid career for yourself in a predominantly male industry. It was a rough path, sometimes you wondered if that was the right choice or not, doubted your own capabilities because your colleagues did so all the time, but at the end of the day you had amazing people to remind you who you were, you had Yunho. Sometimes, you wondered if he was a mind reader of sorts.

You dreaded the simple thought of looking weak, even if it was something as little as asking for some space to vent. You grew up with the mindset that any kind of vulnerability was bad, which wasn’t healthy for you at all, but it feels like it’s too late to change, even if you want to. However, the thing about Yunho is that he’d never allow you to ask for anything because he hands you anything you might need.

Did you need someone to distract you after a rough day of work? That’s a given. His silly memes and TikTok’s were waiting for your reply. Oh, you actually needed space for yourself? It’s ok. He’s got the hint quickly, and he’d leave you be with a simple encouraging message to remind you to rest and contact him the next day.

The good stuff came when you had your weekend free because he remembered you wanted to shop for a new couch, and given the amount of work, it’d be great to have a helping hand, right? Oh, it’s rot-in-bed day instead? Well, it's a good thing he’s versatile.

You never really asked for an all-in-one man, but you got him anyway, so better enjoy it!

Kang Yeosang (강여상): You’re the only person he choose to chase and God forbid if that ever reaches San’s ears

He’s an idol, he’s been in this industry for almost a decade, so he understood being busy, and this overwhelming need to isolate yourself and forget about everything else outside your room. The key difference is that he couldn’t do that much. However, that seemed to be your favorite way to cope lately. It was a lose-lose for him because if you were not locked away in your own world, then you were busy with a million other things.

You’re the only friend from his childhood he still has a relatively stable relationship because of how close in stages of life you two always have been, even now, both working in very different industries.

It has been like this since the very beginning. You two always aimed to be something in the future when you were kids. What you two would be was a different question, and neither was ready to answer. In the teen years, Yeosang got his answer while you worked hard to get into a good college, hoping to find yours when you got there. That could’ve been the end of the friendship, but you were both so aligned still that it could only be fate. He took a chance at a smaller company, and you decided to study something different than you had imagined for yourself. You both had similar struggles, doubts, and accomplishments around the same time. It was a running joke at this point.

He had to remind himself of that sweet part so he wouldn’t lose it the moment you actually picked up his calls. He knew lately it’s been tough for you. Only you chose not to speak about it and went right into your suffer-alone mode.

The upsetting part of all this was the fact that these were your vacation days, you earned them and he wouldn’t be Kang Yeosang if he’d let you waste it in bed all day after he heard for months all about the places you wanted to go. It was a coincidence the fact that he also recently got some free days for himself.

He was nice enough. He gave you a last heads-up that he was coming. In another life, he could say he wasn’t taking no for an answer, but you wouldn’t say no to him in this lifetime.

It’s only been a while since he was slightly concerned with this “on my own” approach to coping with the pain because you decided not to include him in it. The why he didn’t know, neither was he interested in it. But looking back, you’ve always acted like this, like a little fortress of sorts, like you had to be strong for all to see and this was the first time he was taking an action against it.

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acciocriativity · 4 months ago

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Wooyoung in 99.5% of Ateez fanfics 😎

🤣😂🤣😂😅

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acciocriativity · 4 months ago

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->You're hyper independent || Ateez Reactions || Hyung Line

Genre: fluff, angst (because of the theme on itself), slice of life AU

Warnings: NONE

N/A ²: This is a gender neutral! reader.

Ateez Masterlist

Maknae Line version