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the brink of a wrinkle in time | namgi

His name was Yoongi, Namjoon learned the first time he crossed the glass door from the harsh and freezing weather into the warmth of the industrial shop.

Pairing: Namjoon/Yoongi

Member: Namjoon, Yoongi

Length: 930 words

Genre: Fluff, Coffee Shop AU, Romance

Rating: Teen and Up/PG-13

Triggers/Warnings: alcohol is mentioned once

You can read it on: AO3

Project: Heating Up, from @thebtswritersclub

Project prompt: Coffee Shop

If ever given a choice, Namjoon would much prefer going to a coffee shop to do his work instead of going to the office or even working from home. At the office, even though he was working with other producers and musicians, there were too many people coming and going and being generally loud that it disrupted his work flow. At home, there were too many distractions, not limited to but including his roommate Hoseok. There was always something else to do to procrastinate, even though he loved working with music - especially now, working on his own project. So he found this little place with a blue sign near his apartment that was open every single day of the week, and camped at one of the few tables for the afternoons. There were people coming and going, for sure, but they were never too loud, and the smell of fresh coffee being frequently made in addition to the pleasurable sound of the machines and utensils working created the ideal environment for him. 

The fact that one of the two afternoon baristas was someone very similar to a grumpy cat - a handsome one, that is - also helped a lot. His name was Yoongi, Namjoon learned the first time he crossed the glass door from the harsh and freezing weather into the warmth of the industrial shop. He thought he had fallen in love that very first afternoon - well, started harboring his strong crush - when Yoongi had brewed him a hot americano and put it on the counter with a small nod in his direction. Now Namjoon had replaced the heavy thick coat for a light jacket and the hot americano for a cold one. There were very few words exchanged between them the entire time, but whenever they talked, Namjoon felt something akin to butterflies in his stomach and he had to hold his own hands to stop them from shaking. 

Namjoon had to almost run to the coffee shop that day, for the rain was pouring heavily, his umbrella barely able to do its job, his backpack to his chest to protect his laptop from the water. The seemingly always grumpy barista was there again, his back to the windows. Even with the downpour, Namjoon had to pause and take a deep breath before entering the cafe to try to appease the butterflies making a mess of his insides. But there was something different. Something had changed. As soon as Namjoon crossed the threshold and put his umbrella in the designated place, despite the awful weather outside, Yoongi looked at him and smiled. He smiled. A beacon of happiness to Namjoon’s week, that gummy smile taking him by surprise.

“You’re RM, right?” he asked, handing him his now usual order of a large iced americano, before Namjoon had even ordered it.

“What?” Namjoon froze by the door, not believing the scene in front of him and what he heard.

“The rapper and producer, RM? I’ve seen you working on music before, just hadn’t connected the possible dots yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me. How did you know?”

“Hearing you order here and then listening to RM’S music, I couldn’t help but wonder if it were you… the depth and low tone of your voice, especially when you sing…” Yoongi trailed off, suddenly even shier at speaking the truth.

It was the first time someone had recognized Namjoon for who he was as a musician and he couldn’t feel happier - and even more proud of himself. Especially when it was his crush recognizing him and his work. It was also the first time that Namjoon sat at the counter to talk to Yoongi, never once even crossing his mind to open his bag to retrieve his laptop to keep on refining his new songs. Conversation flowed, and time passed without any of them really noticing. It was almost as if they were hypnotized; a trance of good conversation and an even bigger interest from both parts, truly starting to get to know each other. As the place was closing for the day, Namjoon shakily inhaled deeply then exhaled, gathering every little sliver of courage he possessed.

“Maybe we could go out sometime for a coffee? Well, not for a coffee, I imagine you wouldn’t like that after being around it all day at your job, but maybe for a drink? Or a talk? Or maybe…” Namjoon had a tendency to ramble when he was nervous, and Yoongi could not help but smile again, finding it adorable how flustered the other seemed to be.

“Coffee works just fine, I love coffee. As long as it is not here, I quite enjoy going to new places.” 

“It's a date then. I mean, sorry, if you don't mean it that way, but…” 

Yoongi had to interrupt again, wanting to reassure Namjoon that they were on the same page, with the same intentions. “It is a date.” 

And so they would slowly go on dates, meeting for coffee - and sometimes for whiskey at different bars across town -, learning more about pasts, presents, and their possible futures together, delving deeper into each other’s minds and having thoughtful conversations. It would be winter again, just around the same time Namjoon entered the coffee shop for the first time a year before, when Yoongi would come from around the counter to shyly kiss him on the lips in greeting, leaving Namjoon stunned. Namjon guessed he would have to be used to getting surprised by Yoongi, and he could not wait to see what more was in store for them.

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AGUST D - D-DAY (Apr. 21, 2023) I think that if it can comfort you all even for a moment, that, by itself, is enough of a reason for this album to exist.

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[240421] Our BOUNCY moments on the backstage🌵

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until the break of dawn | jongsan

San's touches to Jongho's shoulder in Wonderland (Symphony No.9 "From The Wonderland") into something more after Coachella.

Fandom: Ateez

Pairing: Jongho/San

Member: Jongho, San, mentions of the other members and relationships

Word count: 1500 words

Genre/Tropes: Canon compliant, Romance, Fluff, Smut

Rating: mature, 18+

Triggers/Warnings: smut, crying, mutual masturbation, no dialogue, implied polyamorous ateez, a little bit of hurt/comfort

You can read it on: AO3

Skinship was not something Jongho was ever incredibly fond of, but over the years living and working in close quarters with the other seven members made him aware of his limits and needs. He would frequently run or push the other boys away, but sometimes he craved and even initiated physical contact. 

When they first presented the new version of Wonderland, he was up on another level of the stage by himself, none of the others with him in the most nerve wracking moment of the song for him. As they continued to perform the Symphony 9 version on stages, they changed their positioning so he would walk out in front of the members to hit his high notes. It was subtle and he was confused the first time, but there was a comfort to the hand San pressed to his shoulder, almost a motivation for him to continue - it was an extra burst of strength and a signal that he was there for Jongjo.

So he started to yearn for this moment whenever the song was on their setlist, and they never talked about it, but it was a given that San would give him this encouragement. When they decided to include the song as the ending for their stage at Coachella, he knew he would be nervous, but he did not truly know the magnitude or the pressure he would feel when the moment arrived. They were all on the edge of their seats, knowing how much their performance would mean and how heavy their shoulders were.

When the time came that first weekend, he paused and took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily so he could gather the most of his energy and calmness to avoid making any mistakes. He felt San’s hand pressing down on his shoulder, a little bit stronger than usual, but they were all slightly more intense with the performance, feeling like they had to prove themselves to the world. But it worked; the stronger pressure ground him enough for him to confidently sing his part.

So in his week off he went back to Los Angeles while some of the members stayed to enjoy the festival and other activities. He knew his members worried about him using his time to have singing lessons, to try and better himself, so they reassured him, even sending videos and articles of people who didn’t know them commenting on Jongho’s incredible voice. He was fine, it was just an opportunity he didn’t want to miss while in the city. 

And then the second week approached, faster than he would like, but there they were again in that stage, curiously enough named after the same desert they started their career in back in the day. There was something different in the air that second night. They were having more fun, sure, but in giving all of themselves to the performance, they were also more tired. The wind was strenuous, their energies feeding off each other, internal chaos trying to get through to the end. He was sure that later at the hotel they would go off with their closest pairs to recharge, to balance their emotions, and he was - and it hurt him to admit it - not really sure who would be there for him. Hongjoong and Seonghwa, Mingi and Yunho, Wooyoung and San, and maybe Yeosang would join them, for he had seen the new developments between the two old friends.

He heard more than saw Seonghwa scream, shout out, giving himself that last burst of passion. And then it was his time, going to the front. He took his deep breath in and let it out, quickly closing and opening his eyes, bracing himself for the moment. San’s hand, San’s touch was even stronger this time around, almost searing hot through the layers he was wearing, as if he could feel the shape of the other man’s fingers. He could feel the great intensity of San’s gaze on him, indeed much stronger than the previous week. And then he did it. They all did it.

On the backstage and on the way back, as Jongho had predicted, there was tension thick enough to cut through with a knife, bodies shivering and teeth clenching with the remnants of the high emotions of that last stage. But not all of his predictions were correct. Hongjoong chose Seonghwa indeed, his touch so gentle against the older’s face, gathering his tears, pulling him towards the bedroom. Yunho, still with his fingers adorned with the silver claws, grabbed Mingi by the jacket, subtly touching the similar cross that hung heavy around the other’s neck and went to another of the bedrooms they had on the floor. Then came his surprise: Wooyoung entwined his fingers with Yeosang’s, a hypnotizing gaze on the transparency that the man was wearing, muscular chest for everyone to see, but only for him to enjoy that evening. And then there were two.

San extended his hand for him, a silent question in his face, an invitation, an open bedroom door. And Jongho took it. He knew once they crossed the threshold there would not be going back to the way things were before, but then again he was not sure he wanted everything to stay the same. He could feel his fingers were shaking - maybe his entire body was shaking - as San closed the door behind them. There was still silence. After all the emotions of the night, the loud music, the crowd, it was nice and comforting to not speak. San pulled him towards the bedroom, and once inside, started to slowly shed piece by piece of clothing; his own was easy and quick, but he took his time undressing Jongho, each item carefully folded on the fancy bathroom counter. 

There was a sense of easiness in the air now for a second, yet with both bare and not having anywhere or how to hide, Jongho soon could feel his eyes watering at San’s intensity, becoming overwhelmed by the attention. Before San could ask, though, Jongho took a deep breath and hugged the older, not minding the sweat and nakedness that usually bothered him. It both comforted and opened up the waterworks, his words spilling out uncontrollably the same as his tears. As he opened up his heart, San gently led him into the shower, turning the water on to a warm temperature, starting to wash away Jongho’s worries and insecurities, and in soaping him up, tried to instill with his words all he felt for the younger, his pride, his admiration, his love. They lost time, water starting to run cold.

Tomorrow morning or afternoon they would have time to discuss exactly what everything meant, the intricacies of this newfound passion between them - and what it would mean to the others now that Jongho was a part of it, but mostly to the two  members who were currently in the bedroom across from them, surely in the same state of undress. For tonight, they would focus on the moment. They finally turned off the cold water, goosebumps on their skins not only from the chill, a sliver of nervousness passing through both of them. It wasn’t like they were inexperienced, especially San in his - quite loud at times - relationship with Wooyoung, but it was always intense sharing a first with a lover, especially after such a powerful evening. 

The fluffy and warm towels barely met their bodies before they were falling into bed, a messy top lip kiss before they delved into a deeper and more sensual battle, legs entangling, getting even closer to one another. On their sides looking into each other’s eyes, breaths mingling with moans and shivers as spit-covered palms glided along their erections, feeling, discovering the familiar yet foreign skin. They were used to taking showers together, changing in front of the other members out of necessity but this was different. This was nakedness with intent; touch with intent of pleasure, of giving and taking. Of taking until their breaths were hitching, eyes closing and hands grabbing at each other at the sensations overcoming their bodies, reaching their peaks together.  

And now the air was light, soft giggles permeating the bedroom, trying to rile each other up to wash their hands and clean themselves again, rushing back to the bed. There was something about hotel rooms that made things easier, it was almost a limbo between the real world at home and this suspended romantic disbelief. They would rest under the soft lamps and white sheets until reality came knocking on their door. Jongho, however, no longer had any apprehension of becoming part of something bigger, of becoming more comfortable with the other’s constant touches, reaching for each other without even noticing. Even in his almost slumber, San was reaching for him, mumbling soft words that caressed his ears and his soul, and the ache so present in Jongho’s heart for so long was finally starting to be placated. 

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[240418] FOR. ATINY | To all "dear name"s in need of comfort

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