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[diarylogbook08]

🎭 Let's Dance (Ateez Scenario)

Pairing: Wooyoung x reader | Words : 3 105

AU Type: Best friend AU

Summary : You just got news that a dream opportunity you worked really hard for fell through. It’s your birthday, but you feel like you don’t deserve to celebrate...

The music was loud—too loud. People were everywhere: dancing, drinking, laughing in tight circles that pulsed with energy. You stood at the edge of it all, clutching a cup that had long since gone warm, the buzz of conversation barely registering.

Even when you’d spent all afternoon marveling at how many candles you could fit on a two‑tier cake—twenty‑six looked impossibly beautiful, like a tiny galaxy glowing atop whipped cream and strawberries. Your apartment had never looked so festive: pastel balloons lined the walls, fairy lights twinkled overhead, and friends in cheerful outfits milled about, plastic cups of sparkling cider in hand. You ought to have felt on top of the world. After all, it was your birthday.

But right now you wished hadn’t wanted this party.

You were standing in a corner of your own birthday celebration, watching through the crowded apartment as the bass rattled the walls and the lights dimmed to a golden haze. Someone had turned your kitchen into a bar; your living room had become a dance floor. You’d told yourself it would be a distraction—a night of noise to drown out the news you hadn’t shared with anyone yet.

Somebody had decorated with string lights and balloons, a cheerful scatter of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” banners across the bar. Your name was written in glitter. You should have been grateful. You should have been thrilled. But all you felt was hollow.

It wasn’t even supposed to be a big deal.

A missed opportunity.

One rejection email.

Just a stupid audition—one out of dozens.

Now you were here, shoulders stiff in a too‑fancy dress, the room full of warmth you couldn’t absorb. Laughter echoed off the walls; the bass thumped under your shoes. Streamers curled in the corners like smiles that didn’t reach the eyes.

You were surrounded, yet achingly alone.

Every time someone came up to say “happy birthday,” you smiled as if you meant it. You said “thank you” and nodded when they asked how you were doing. You were a perfect performance in heels. But behind the polite responses lurked the aftertaste of rejection—heavy and acidic. You’d poured yourself into that audition, months of work, and today of all days the email had hit your inbox like a cruel joke.

Your face was starting to ache from smiling too long. You could feel it cracking. The message still burned in the back of your mind. You’d received it hours before the party, sitting alone on your bed in the outfit you’d picked out three days ago. The words blurred now, but the ache in your chest was sharp. You hadn’t told anyone. What was the point? Who would understand that one sentence could unravel months of effort, of dreaming, of hoping?

The bass thrummed under your feet like a second heartbeat—heavy, constant, indifferent to your mood. Laughter floated over the beat, glasses clinked somewhere near the kitchen, and someone shouted over the music that the cake was melting.

The living room was packed with people—some faces familiar, others barely known—all swaying or shouting or perching on the arms of couches as if this night meant something. It should have. After all, it was your birthday.

But the weight in your chest refused to lift.

You slipped into the hallway just off the main room, pressing against the wall like an extra shadow. You had smiled when you arrived. You had smiled when they brought out the banner. You had smiled even when the first candle nearly burned a hole in the cake box. You were the picture of someone having a good time—no one knew that just an hour before, your email inbox had shattered you.

The subject line still rang in your head like a bell you couldn’t un‑hear. You closed your eyes. You took a drink, moved through the party like a ghost, gravitating toward the far end of the living room—near the patio door where the air was cooler and quieter.

And then, as if the universe hadn’t messed with you enough tonight, you heard his voice.

“Y/N! There you are—finally. I’ve been looking for you since, like, the cake crisis.”

Wooyoung.

You opened your eyes but didn’t turn right away. You weren’t ready. Not for him. He always saw too much. But it didn’t matter. You felt him appear at your side anyway, buzzing with that untouchable energy.

“Hey—are you okay?” He asked with tone filled of concern.

You finally managed to turn around. He was standing there, leaned against the doorframe, red Solo cup in one hand and suspicion in his eyes. He was dressed to the nines—dark, slouchy button‑down tucked into black ripped jeans, chains layered just right, and a leather jacket. The kind of effort only he could pull off at a house party. The party lights gilding his hair — that was a glorious mess, like sunshine trapped in glass. He wore that grin of his—half‑tease, half‑genuine concern. His smile could’ve powered the lights around you. He smelled like cedar and something fizzy. You offered him a smile: thin, practiced.

“Yeah. Just tired.”

He didn’t buy it. His gaze scanned your face. Wooyoung was always the life of the party—the whirlwind in the room—but when he stilled like this, when his focus narrowed, it felt like standing under a spotlight.

“Then why are you hiding like a ghost at your own party?”

“I’m not—” you mumbled.

He cut you off, stepping closer. “It’s your party, and you look like someone died. Or worse, like you’re about to cry in the bathroom and ghost the whole night.”

Your stomach twisted. “Don’t worry about it.”

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes, his voice dropping. “I do worry. That’s why I’m here.”

There was a flicker of something soft behind the teasing—too sincere, too direct. You shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the crowd. You weren’t sure when the music had gotten louder, or if it was just the ringing in your head.

He leaned in—not touching you, but close enough to make your heart race. You tried for a laugh, lighthearted, but it barely escaped.

“I just—I needed a breather. Nothing more.”

He watched you, and you could feel it—not flirtatious, not teasing. Just quiet observation. It was worse. So much worse.

“Liar,” he said softly. “You’ve got your ‘bad news’ face on.”

Your throat tightened. You swallowed hard. “What does that even mean?”

“It’s the face you made when your favorite café closed. And when you thought your fish died but it was just upside down.”

Of course, as your best friend, Wooyoung knew you like no one else. One look and he could guess. Words weren’t necessary. He read you like an open book.

You turned to glare at him, but he grinned—a soft, gentle grin, not cocky. He knew how far to push and when to pull back. The party pulsed on in the next room. Someone cheered. Another song kicked in. The balcony door creaked open and slammed shut. Time went on like nothing was wrong.

“Come with me,” he said, grabbing your cup and placing it on the nearest surface.

You blinked. “What? Wooyoung, it’s my party.”

“And you look like you’d rather be anywhere else. So I’m stealing you,” he grinned. “Birthday girl doesn’t get to mope in a corner, not on my watch. Come on.”

“Where are we—”

Wooyoung didn’t let you finish.

“Don’t argue. Just trust me.”

He didn’t wait for your reply. His hand wrapped around your wrist and gently tugged you through the crowd. You let him.

You passed familiar faces, friends shouting your name, someone calling for a group photo. Wooyoung ignored it all. His grip was warm, steady, and when you reached the door, he pushed it open with one hand.

You ended up in the fenced courtyard behind the building. The laughter and bass were muffled now, like a dream fading away. Cool night air swept over your arms. The hum of the city replaced the thudding beat. You looked around: brick walls, weeds sprouting between cracked pavement, and a string of forgotten party lights from a long‑ago event.

You hadn’t realized how stuffy the party was until the night air hit you. He let go of your hand only once you were standing under those old bulbs, flickering overhead like forgotten fireflies.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. “It’s cold.”

“I’ll warm you up,” he said with his notorious and mischievous grin, and you snorted.

“I’m serious, Woo.”

“So am I.”

He pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped a few times, and soon music drifted out of the speaker—just loud enough to hear, hauntingly familiar.

He hit play, and the opening guitar of “Shut Up and Dance�� cut through the night air. The beat kicked in like a jolt of electricity, and you flinched. Your eyes widen.

“No.”

“Oh yes.” He drops into a little spin and holds out his hand. “Let's Dance.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Too late. I'll force you if i have to.”

You blink. “You’re kidding.”

He grins. “What, this song’s a classic.”

You stare at him, half laughing, half horrified. “Are you serious?”

“I dragged you out of your own party. You owe me a dance.”

“Wooyoung—”

You try to back away, but he steps closer and holds out his hand. “Shut up and dance with me.”

You stare at him—mocking, teasing, his smile too bright. The music builds and he lifts an eyebrow. Part of you wants to laugh. Part of you wants to cry. You haven’t even told him. And yet here he is, pulling you out of a party you never really felt part of, playing this song of all things, as if he somehow knows exactly the kind of break your heart needs.

“You don’t even know what’s wrong,” you whisper.

“Don’t need to. I know you. And you look like you’re stuck inside your own head, and if I let you stay there any longer, you’ll miss your own birthday.”

His hand is still outstretched—open, waiting. You hesitate for only a moment before slowly sliding yours into his. Wooyoung pulls you in—not too fast, not like the wild dances you’ve shared at other parties. He’s patient. Steady. One hand on your waist, the other keeping yours close as he guides you through a loose sway that barely qualifies as dancing. You don’t speak. Neither does he. He pulls you in, close enough that your fingers graze the edge of his jacket, close enough that his laugh vibrates against your cheek when you stumble over your first step. He doesn’t care. He just moves—loose and confident, off‑beat on purpose. You spin. You slip. He catches you.

The night spins with you—city lights blurring into stars and headlights, the echo of the chorus bouncing off pavement. You forget how heavy your body felt, how stiff your heart had grown. You laugh so hard your ribs ache. And when Wooyoung twirls you into him—hands braced against his chest—your breath catches.

But with each beat, the pressure in your chest loosens. The tension falls from your shoulders. Your breathing slows. He spins you once more, catching you again with a grin that makes your stomach twist in a way that has nothing to do with sadness.

“There she is,” he murmurs.

You look up at him. The glow from a the softs lights his jawline, casts soft shadows beneath his lashes. His thumb brushes against the back of your hand.

You cave around the second verse—partly because he’s relentless, partly because you’re tired of being sad. It starts with your hands in his. You let him spin you once, clumsily. Then again. Then his hand slides to your waist, and it’s ridiculous how easily he leads you across the uneven concrete like it’s a ballroom floor.

He mouths the lyrics dramatically, overacting every line, until you can’t help but laugh. Your stomach aches from smiling. The stars above the city are hazy, and the lights buzz like they’re rooting for him.

The moment floats, separate from the day, the week, the rejection letter folded in your jacket pocket. And somewhere between choruses, you realize you forgot to care. Your footsteps match his effortlessly, the space between you crackling with nervous energy. He leads with confident spins and gentle lifts, all improvised. You laugh, breathless.

The starlit sky feels infinitely wide, as though even if the world closed one door on you, this streetlamp‑lit clearing was its own secret universe. It’s not fireworks. It’s not a movie‑score swell. You laugh again, tears wiped away, the party a world away. The night feels new, rewound.

The moment is so impossibly normal—two friends dancing under lamp‑lit oaks, ignoring the world’s expectations. Except it isn’t entirely normal. You feel the thrill of close proximity: the way his shirt brushes your arm, how your heartbeat matches the drum kick in the song. And when Wooyoung turns you for a slow dip at the bridge of the chorus, the air swooshes around you, electric as the whisper of stars in a restless night.

He gives you one last spin just because he can. You fall into him, dizzy, grinning. And this time, when he sings, “Shut up and dance with me,” you don’t hesitate to sing with him.

The music ends. The silence is soft. He stops moving all at once. You’re breathless, laughing, caught mid‑spin. He doesn’t let go of your waist; his forehead rests against yours. You can feel his smile. His voice is quieter now, lost beneath the trailing end of the song.

“You didn’t tell me what happened.”

You look down. His fingers brush under your chin, lifting your gaze back to him.

“Was it the audition?” he asks gently.

You nod, barely. You didn’t even realize your eyes were watering until his fingers brushed a tear from your cheek.

“I didn’t get in,” you whisper. “The program. I worked so hard and… they didn’t even put me on the waitlist. Just a flat no.”

He nods like he’d already guessed. You wait for him to say something cliché—“You’ll get it next time,” or “They don’t know what they’re missing.” But he doesn’t. Wooyoung’s expression shifts. The usual mischief fades into something slower, warmer.

“I get it,” he says quietly. “When you put everything into something and it still fails, it feels like the world should stop. And then it doesn’t. It just… keeps going, like your pain isn’t important enough.”

“I thought I had it. I really thought—” Your voice cracks. “And now it just feels like everything I worked for was a waste.”

He cups your cheek; his hand is cool from the air. “Listen to me,” he says, serious now. “You didn’t fail. You got told ‘not yet.’ That’s all.”

You can’t respond. His words slide past the wall in your chest and hit something tender.

“You’re allowed to be upset,” he adds. “But you’re not allowed to hate yourself for it. I know what it feels like to watch something you care about fall apart,” he says. “And I know how easy it is to pretend you’re fine when you’re not. You always do that—smile, laugh, disappear a little. But I see you. I see everything.”

His thumb brushes your cheekbone, and suddenly the space between you feels electric. Too quiet. Too close. Your heart stumbles. You let out a shaky breath, heavier than you expected. He leans in then, just a little, forehead almost touching yours.

“Just… don’t forget that this one thing doesn’t define you. You’re still the most talented, stubborn, brilliant person I know. And one rejection doesn’t change that.”

You blink up at him, heat blooming in your chest—something fragile and new.

“Wooyoung…” you start, unsure.

But he smiles.

“Look,” he says softly, “I didn’t bring you out here just to dance.”

“Oh?” you try to joke. “Was there going to be cake?”

He steps closer, and your breath catches. “No,” he says. “There was going to be this.”

Then he kisses you. It’s the kind of kiss that doesn’t rush, the kind that anchors. It’s slow. Certain. Like he’s been waiting for exactly this moment—and knew it was right. The music fades. The city hums. In the quiet, you fall into him, into this dance, into something that might not fix everything but makes you believe—tonight at least—that things will be okay.

He pulls back just enough to press his forehead to yours again, eyes closed. You look up, and the space between you shifts. Something old and familiar, something you’d felt for a while but never dared test, sparks between your joined hands. His eyes stay on yours.

“That,” he whispers, “was better than any cake.”

You don’t speak. Then he says, “You deserve good things, even when the world says no, even when you doubt it.”

He’s still holding your hand. The streetlight paints his cheekbone gold, and his lips are so close you can feel the question in them.

“I still can’t believe you got me out here,” you say, voice trembling. Guilt gnaws at you—feeling selfish for dragging him into your meltdown.

He waves a hand. “Hey, birthdays only come once a year. There was no way I’d let you be sad all night. You really thought you could fail once and suddenly be worthless? No. That’s illegal thinking.”

Slowly, deliberately, he leans in again, and his lips brush yours in a soft, questioning press. You realize you’ve been waiting for this, though you didn’t fully know why—maybe because no one has ever believed in every version of you like he does.

“Happy birthday,” he whispers between your lips, forehead resting against yours, breath warm in the cool night.

You smile—an honest, heart‑wide grin. He brushes a stray hair from your face, thumb lingering at your cheek. The party’s noise feels miles away; it’s just the two of you in silent communication.

“Y/N,” he begins, voice husky, “I’ve loved you longer than I can count. And I plan to keep dancing with you… as many times as it takes.”

Your chest tightens at the weight of his words. For the first time all night, the future feels less like a closed door and more like a duet waiting to be danced. They say the world looks different after a good cry and an even better dance. You believe it now. As Wooyoung brushes his thumb over your cheek, you grin at him, pulse still thrumming from the kisses and the confession.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He shrugs, playful as ever. “Anytime.”

You smile, and this time it feels real. Together, you head back toward the distant thump of the party, hand in hand, knowing this birthday might be the best one yet.

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🎭 ATEEZ Reaction to You Getting Cheated On 

You’re their best friend and they just found out you were cheated on by your partner. Here’s how each member reacts.

Ps : gifs are mostly mine except for Yungi !!

Seonghwa

How he finds out: He’s hanging out with you and suddenly notices you zoning out, tears welling up. When he gently asks, you break down and tell him everything.

First reaction: Eyes widen. "He did what exactly ?" his voice low and cold. But quickly he pulls you into the gentlest hug, completely silent at first. Your feelings are his top priority.

Anger level: Oh, he’s angry. Just quiet, cold rage. You’ll never hear him say the name again — they doesn’t deserve to exist in your world anymore.

How he comforts you: Cleans your tears with his sleeves, whispers soft encouragement. He gives you space if you need it but will sit beside you all night. Very expressive and emotionally open. He talks a lot, wanting to help you process everything. Makes sure you never feel alone.

“You didn’t deserve that, not even a little.”

Hongjoong

How he finds out: You call him late at night, your voice shaky and quiet — too quiet.

“Tell me exactly what happened.” Instant switch into protective mode. He’s calm but you can feel the anger brewing under his words.

First reaction : Calm but tense. Rage simmering just beneath the surface. He wants to destroy your ex, but always careful to focus on your feelings first. He listens patiently and then makes sure you know your worth. He doesn’t go straight for anger — but oh boy if he hears your ex’s name again...

Anger level : Definitely at the highest level possible, and it shows. You hear him mutter, “If I see that asshole, I’m knocking teeth out.”

How he comforts you: He’s mature and knows you need someone to listen and hold space. He’s calm but fierce inside, prioritizing your feelings first. He listens deeply, asking gentle questions to make sure you feel heard. Stays on the phone all night, even if you fall asleep crying.

“You’re not alone. I’m not going anywhere.”

Extra: Will absolutely write a diss track in his studio later that night — not for public release, but therapeutic rage.

Yunho

How he finds out: You text him — short, broken sentences hinting at something wrong. Immediately worried, texts back with care, and asks if he can come over or call. When you confirm, he gets there ASAP.

When he sees you, your face tells everything. He's silent, and then his jaw clenches.

“Who do I need to kill?” — half-joking, but not really.

First reaction : Hot-blooded, but reels it in fast. He’s immediately pissed and ready to confront your ex verbally or physically.

Anger level: Wants to fight. Probably punches a pillow or storms around when you’re not looking.

“If he ever comes near you again, I’m not holding back.”

How he comforts you: Huge bear hugs, rubs your back gently. He keeps you laughing in between tears, and distracts you in healthy ways. But his protective vibe never leaves. He’d slap that jerk if he had the chance.

“I’ll always be here. You know that, right?”

Yeosang

How he finds out: Notices a change in your mood when hanging out, you seem distant and quiet.

First reaction: Sharp silence. He stares at you, trying to read every micro-expression. Quiet and observant, asks if something’s wrong softly. When you break down, He’s shocked but hides it to stay strong for you. Then he pulls you into a "akward" hug.

Anger level : Emotionally reserved, but deeply caring. He doesn't show it, but he's seething.

How he comforts you: Brings comfort food and makes you binge-watch dramas. He listens, but doesn’t force you to talk.

“You deserve better. So much better.”

Extra: Sends your ex a long, cold message later. No cursing — just surgical savagery.

San

How he finds out: You cancel on a hangout last minute — very unlike you. He drops by and finds you crying on your bed.

“Who did this to you?” — he’s pissed instantly, and it shows.

First reaction: Clenches jaws, ready to fight at 200 %. “What ? He cheated on you?” But he sees your tears not stopping, he drops everything and hugs you tightly. 

“You’re way too good for someone like that.”

Anger level : Might actually go confront the guy. Someone stop him: He wants to throw hands !

“I swear, if I see that guy, he’s gonna regret it.”

How he comforts you: Holds you like you’ll break and whispers things like, “He didn’t deserve you. Never did.” Paces the room like a lion until you calm down. He reminds you how amazing you are and that you didn't deserve someone like your ex.

Extra: Might cry with you. Emotionally intuitive. Makes you feel like you’re not broken — just healing.

Mingi

How he finds out: You randomly say “They cheated on me,” mid-conversation like it’s nothing — because you’ve been bottling it up.

First reaction: Mingi freezes. Then he gets up and starts pacing, hands in his hair, visibly frustrated.

“What an asshole !!”

Anger level : Torn. Shocked and angry, but tries to laugh with you to ease the pain. Wants to scream but can’t stand seeing you cry, so he hugs you instead.

How he comforts you: Emotional teddy bear mode activated. Long hugs, crying with you, giving big warm speeches about how you’re worth so much more.

“They just dosen't deserve you, they don't deserve your tears, you're so amazing”

Extra: Will accidentally send an “I hope you step on Legos forever” message to your ex. Doesn’t regret it.

Wooyoung

How he finds out: You text him asking : “Are you free? I need you.” That’s all it takes — he knows something’s wrong. Comes ASAP and when he see you, immediately notices your red eyes.

“Wait. What happened? Are you crying?”

First reaction: Goes from 0 to 100. Gets hot-headed immediately — fires off 200 insults about your ex before even hearing the full story. Is very vocal about how terrible your partner is. Wants to call them out or at least rant with you. Then holds your hand and softens.

“You didn’t deserve that. I hate seeing you like this.”

Anger level: Ready to ruin your ex’s life. Will barely restrains himself.

How he comforts you: Throws his arms around you, does everything to make you laugh. Would 1000% pull up with a full PowerPoint on why your ex is trash and you’re a goddess.

Extra: Starts a full “delete your ex from the planet” montage with you — deleting pics, blocking them, affirming your worth the whole time.

Jongho

How he finds out: You’re out grabbing coffee and he notices you're not eating, barely smiling. He gets it out of you.

First reaction: Lips pressed into a thin line. “He cheated on you?” He’s calm, but scary calm — his silence is heavy.

Anger level: Lowkey threatening. If he sees your ex, he might not throw a punch, but he’ll make sure the guy feels two inches tall.

“Tell me his name. I just want to talk…” (He doesn't just want to talk.)

How he comforts you: Keeps his arm around your shoulders the whole time. Brings your favorite snack without saying a word.

“You're stronger than this. But you don’t have to be right now.”

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🌙 let me know which reaction hit you the hardest 🥲 or which member you’d want comforting you IRL…

💬 reblogs + comments always mean a lot <3

✨ requests are open if you want more scenarios like this!

Ans i wish you all a very nice day 🫶🥰

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🎭 Body Swap Birthday AU: 10 Years Too Much Like You

Pairing: None | Words : 4 698

AU Type: Comedy + Slice of Life + Idol AU

Summary : On the morning of his birthday, Yeosang wakes up… to find himself in the one place he least expected—Wooyoung’s body. Neither of them has any idea how it happened — but since the day is packed with content, they have to survive a full day as each other — which includes managing idol schedules, dealing with fans, and (worst of all) pretending not to be suspiciously off. Easy, right?

To Yeosang it is the worst possible day to be someone else, and definitely the worst person to switch with. Because despite 10 years of friendship, they’re polar opposites....

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the dorm window, casting warm patches across the scattered sheets. Yeosang blinked awake, stretching his limbs— And froze mid-stretch.

Something was… off.

The first sign something was wrong: the room around him.

The air feels… different. Softer, somehow. Gone is the faint hum of his PC, the gentle red glow of his bedside candle, and the tight, cozy familiarity of his small room. It wasn't his room.

Instead, he was greeted by a space that looked like someone else’s curated Pinterest board.

Cleaner, hotel-like vibe with monochrome tones and reflective black surfaces. It was sleek. Too sleek. Lustrous black furniture, reflective surfaces, soft LED backlighting. The bed under him was cloudlike, dressed in charcoal-gray sheets so smooth they looked straightened with military precision. A polished dresser gleamed like black glass across from him, topped with minimalist decor: a designer candle, a bottle of cologne, and neatly folded tissues stacked like origami. Above the nightstand hung a giant cityscape print — cold, urban, perfect. Like a postcard from a version of New York he’s never visited..

And everything smelled like cedar and something expensive. Not a single thing out of place.

It feels like a hotel room with taste — minimal, urban, cold. Beautiful, but… not his. Where were his vitamin bottles? His gaming keyboard? His mounted iPad? Not a single supplement bottle in sight.

He sits up — the bed is larger, the sheets smoother, and the vibe is alarmingly grown-up.

It was beautiful. And completely not his.

Where are my vitamins? My gaming keyboard? My mounted iPad?

Why does this feel like a K-drama villain’s apartment?

Yeosang sat up.

The bed was larger. The sheets smoother. The air crisper. The vibe? Alarmingly grown-up.

This wasn’t his room.

This wasn’t his bed.

He wasn’t the type to panic easily, but when he groggily rolled over on the top bunk and caught sight of the second sign something was wrong: His hands.

Yeosang looked down and nearly recoiled. The fingers were too long, his skin was warmer-toned, calloused in new places. These weren’t his hands.

No. No no no—

Panic bubbling, Yeosang scrambled out of bed, whispering a rushed prayer that he wouldn’t bump into anyone on the way to the bathroom. He flung the door shut behind him, heart hammering in his ribs as he stepped up to the mirror.

And froze.

Staring back at him: Jung Wooyoung.

Wide brown eyes. Defined cheekbones. That slightly-too-dramatic jawline. And a horrified expression Yeosang recognized instantly — even on someone else’s face.

He whispered, “Okay.”

His voice cracked — too high.

“This is not a dream. This is your birthday, and the universe has given you the gift of cosmic humiliation.”

Scratch that.

He squeaked it.

He clutched the sink, trying to breathe.

“This is a prank. A really weird, really cruel prank…”

His gaze dropped. He was dressed in one of Wooyoung’s oversized t-shirts — black, with glittery angel wings on the back. It would’ve been hilarious.

If not for the fact that today was his birthday. And he had a full schedule. And fans were expecting his calm, composed, mysterious self.

Not whatever gremlin chaos Wooyoung was about to unleash.

The bathroom door slammed open.

Yeosang jumped as a very frantic version of himself stumbled in.

“WHY the hell am I in your body!?” shouted his own voice.

Definitely Wooyoung.

“Do you know how terrifying it is to wake up and see my own face scowling at me in a mirror?” Wooyoung huffed, crossing Yeosang’s arms — which looked way too stiff on him.

“How this happened ?!”

“You think I asked for this?” Wooyoung snapped. “You think I woke up and prayed to switch bodies with your skincare-obsessed, protein-bar-hoarding self?”

Yeosang ran a hand through his (well—Wooyoung’s) hair, muttering, “Okay. This is insane... I don't know how this is even possible...”

He began pacing — in Wooyoung’s sneakers, which squeaked faintly with every step.

“But it’s my birthday. We’ve got a full schedule... If we mess this up, the fans are gonna know something’s off. And we can’t tell the others. They’ll never let us live it down.”

Wooyoung tilted his head. “So we’re… pretending to be each other?”

Yeosang sighed. Long. Dramatic. Resigned.

“Yes.”

“…This is gonna be so fun,” Wooyoung grinned, and Yeosang could practically feel his soul leave his borrowed body.

He inhaled sharply. “I swear to every birthday candle I’ve ever blown out, if you flirt with the fans during my birthday Live—”

Wooyoung smirked. “I make no promises.”

“Wooyoung,” Yeosang warned, voice low — or, well, his voice, coming out of Wooyoung’s mouth, which made everything ten times worse. “If you ruin my image in front of Atiny-”

“Yeo-sang,” he sing-songed back, patting his own (now Yeosang’s) cheek. “Relax. I’ve been impersonating you in the mirror for years. I got this.”

“That’s the problem.”

Yeosang groaned, dragging a hand down his borrowed face.

“This is a PR nightmare waiting to happen,” he muttered, pacing again.

“I can’t even wink properly in this body—your face defaults to flirt mode.”

“Do not do the eyebrow thing.”

“What eyebrow thing?”

He did the eyebrow thing.

Yeosang physically flinched. “That one! The fans are going to think I’ve been possessed.”

“I mean... technically?” Wooyoung offered, wiggling Yeosang’s brows again with glee. “We have swapped souls. This is peak horror movie content. ‘The Birthday Switch.’ I’d watch it.”

“We don’t have time for horror movie jokes!” Yeosang snapped. “The members can’t know, the fans can’t know”

Wooyoung raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Please. I can totally pull off calm and elegant.”

“You are literally allergic to sitting still !”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Yeosang groaned, burying his face in his hands.

The universe really woke up today and chose chaos. On my birthday. Great.

“I should’ve known the universe would make you me just to punish me...”

“Hey.” Wooyoung pointed at him. “If anything, this is a blessing!”

Yeosang closed his eyes, counted to three, and prayed he wouldn’t go viral on his own birthday for accidentally winking at someone’s grandma in the comments section.

“We need a plan,” he said at last.

“Already ahead of you,” Wooyoung said proudly. “I studied your fancams.”

“…Why do you have my fancams saved?”

Wooyoung blinked. “Research purposes.”

Yeosang looked at his own body unconvinced, his shook his head.

“We just have to make it through the day. Minimal eye contact. No dancing. No abs. No weird laughter—”

“No fun,” Wooyoung muttered dramatically.

“No I'm serious Woo. Don't act like your natural self, we both know Seonghwa hyung as a 7th sense and he will be the first one to caught it up and know something’s off the second you—”

“Got it.” Wooyoung cutted him off, while dramatically rolling eyes off. “Don't be chaotic. Be mysterious. Brood. Don't laugh. Say minimal things. Don’t overdo the hearts. Do the blank stare thing,” Wooyoung added, making a face. “You blink, like, exactly three times per minute.”

Yeosang gave him a tight-lipped look. “How do you know that?”

Wooyoung looked proud. “Best friend duties. See? I am good at being you.”

“This is a nightmare.”

Then, almost gently, Wooyoung said, “You know, this might be the first time in ten years I’ve been in your skin… and not just metaphorically.”

Yeosang blinked. “What?”

“I mean—like. I’ve been imitating you forever, right? For jokes. But now? It’s literally you. Kind of poetic, don’t you think?”

Yeosang looked away, a little too fast. His voice dropped a notch.

“I’m still not doing aegyo.”

Wooyoung grinned wide, dangerous. “Oh, you absolutely are.”

He grinned, leaning closer. “Also, when do I get to dramatically lift my shirt and show off your abs? Is that before or after the cake?”

Yeosang looked seconds away from combusting. “If you so much as touch my hoodie, I will end you.”

Wooyoung snorted. “God, being you is fun.”

Yeosang groaned, dragging a hand down his face. This was his birthday. He was supposed to be eating cake, not suffering divine punishment for every time he forgot to share snacks with Wooyoung in the past ten years.

“Just don’t screw this up.”

“Bestie,” Wooyoung said with a dramatic bow, still grinning like a menace in Yeosang’s face, “I was born to play you.”

There was a suddenly knock on the door. A voice called out:

“You guys awake?” It was Jongho.

A pause. They both froze. Yeosang’s soul briefly left his body again. Wooyoung’s eyes went wide. “Okay. Plan?”

Yeosang whispered, “Act me natural.”

Wooyoung took a deep breath, then slapped on his best stoic face.

“Okay. I’m you. Mysterious. Graceful. Possibly a vampire. Got it.”

Yeosang, now fully resigned to his fate, muttered, “And I’ll try to be a walking serotonin leak with legs.”

“That’s the spirit!” Wooyoung grinned—Yeosang’s grin now, which was deeply disturbing—and opened the door.

Jongho blinked, confused.

“You okay?” he asked Yeosang—except he was talking to Wooyoung, now wearing a facial expression that could only be described as “smoldering attempt.”

Yeosang (in Wooyoung’s body) peeked over his own body's shoulder and gave Jongho a shaky thumbs-up.

“Totally peachy. Normal. Functioning. Mentally stable.”

Wooyoung coughed. “Debatable.”

Jongho narrowed his eyes at both of them, clearly suspicious.

“You two are definitely acting weird.”

Wooyoung, still wearing Yeosang’s face, smirked dryly.

“Maybe we just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Yeosang stepped forward, dragging his own body down the hall before Jongho could ask another question.

“This is already a mess,” Yeosang muttered under his breath.

“And it’s only 9 a.m.” Wooyoung added.

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The broadcast went live. Camera opens on “Yeosang,” sitting in a cozy room decorated with balloons and a small birthday cake.

Wooyoung—currently trapped in Yeosang’s body—was doing his absolute best to mimic his best friend’s usual calm, thoughtful demeanor. His hands were folded neatly in his lap. His voice was low and deliberate, just the way Yeosang usually spoke.

“Hello everyone. Thank you so much for coming to my birthday live,” he said gently, bowing his head slightly. “I’m really grateful for all your love and support.” he finished with a slight nod — Yeosang-style.

His lips tugging into a reserved smile he practiced earlier in the mirror.

The stream chat lit up instantly, hearts fluttering up the side of the screen like digital confetti.

“Happy birthday Yeo!! 💜” “Love you Yeo!” “KANG YEOSANG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 💜” “Omg he’s glowing today!” “So handsome 🥺💖” “He’s always cute, but today he’s extra soft??”😭 “OUR FAIRY PRINCE 👑”

“Thank you,” Wooyoung continued, keeping his hands still even though they itched to wave dramatically. “I’ve been thinking a lot this year about… how lucky I am to have you all.” He paused, voice dipping into a quieter register. “And to have these moments to share.”

He blinked slowly, like he thought Yeosang might. Internally, he was sweating.

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Meanwhile in the dim-lit practice studio across the hall, Yeosang—currently in Wooyoung’s body—tied his shoes with more aggression than necessary.

He hadn’t watched the stream yet. He couldn’t. He told himself practice came first, but the truth was: he was anxious.

Please don’t do anything weird, he thought, tugging at the drawstring of his hoodie. Don’t wink. Don’t start singing out of nowhere. Don’t call the fans “babies.” Please just—be me.

He unlocked his phone and peeked at the live viewer count.

Over 100,000.

His stomach dropped. Oh god.

He muttered something unintelligible under his breath, just as the practice room door creaked open.

San stepped in, towel slung over his shoulder, water bottle in hand.

“Yo,” San greeted, brows raising slightly as he took in Yeosang’s—well, Wooyoung’s—expression. “Why do you look like you just lost a fight with your own reflection?”

Yeosang straightened, startled. “I’m fine,” he said quickly.

San smirked. “You sure?”

Yeosang forced a small smile. “Just focused.”

San chuckled. “Alright, well, You’re acting weird today.”

Yeosang didn’t add much, just nodded and kept his attention on practice—as Wooyoung—tried hard to stay focused and silently prayed that his best friend wasn’t messing up the whole birthday live.

By some luck, Wooyoung was sticking to the plan the staff had organized for the stream. For now, Wooyoung was still acting calm, carefully following the steps, while Yeosang kept practicing, hoping the whole swap wouldn’t get noticed by anyone.

About around 30 minutes later... As San and “Wooyoung” did a practice break, San said slowly, turning to grab his water. “I was gonna hop on the live to say hi. You coming?”

Yeosang’s blood ran cold. “What? No. You don’t have to. He’s fine without us.”

San gave him a weird look. “He’s doing the birthday stream. Aren’t you supposed to, I dunno—crash it halfway through and kiss his cheek or whatever it is you usually do?”

Yeosang stared at him in silence for a second too long.

San’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you looking at me like you’ve never heard of skinship?”

Yeosang shook his head quickly. “No, I—I’m good. I’ll go now.”

He jogged past San out of the room, muttering under his breath.

“Worst. Freaky Friday. Ever.”

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Meanwhile on the livestream…

Wooyoung was doing his best to keep a calm, thankful demeanor as he spoke in hushed, thoughtful tones, thanked ATINY for their support. Every now and then, he stole a quick glance at the chat:

“Yeo’s so peaceful today 🥺” “He’s glowing 💜” “Our angel is extra angelic 😭”

For now, Wooyoung was nailing the calm, collected “Yeosang” vibe. Then the studio door suddenly opened.

“Hi there~~” San called, stepping into the room. “Happy birthday, Yeo!”

Wooyoung blinked, taken aback for a moment, then pressed his lips into a polite smile. He watched San’s silhouette move closer— followed by “his own self,” behind him. The chat, however, was already unloading:

“OMG IS SAN’S HERE ?!😍” “That was Sannie's voice right?” “Finally, a surprise guest!” “It is Choi San !!” “Yeosang’s gonna freak out lol”

Wooyoung glanced down at the comments and let out an awkward chuckle. “Yeah, it’s San,” he said, then pivoted back to his friend.

San strolled into frame and beamed at the camera. He lifted a hand in a big wave. “Hello, ATINY!” he called, his voice warm and playful.

The chat flooded again:

“SANNN!!! 💜” “SANSANG DUO 😭” “This is everything!!!”

Wooyoung took a calming breath and returned to his seat, ready for whatever came next—still doing his best to hold onto his role.

Suddenly San leaned in for his classic on‑cam cheek peck. Everyone watching, bracing for the usual Yeosang freeze. Wooyoung stiffened for half a second—then relaxed… and turned into it slightly, smiling softly with a glint in his eye.

The chat exploded:

“WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!” “Wait, did he just LET CHOI SAN kiss him and SMILE???” “He’s actually enjoying this??!” “HE IS NOT MALFUNCTIONING??” “WHAT THE F*CK !?” “NO BUT FR THIS ISN’T YEOSANG 😭💀” “WHO IS THIS MAN” “DID YEOSANG GET POSSESSED OR WHAT!?💀💀💀”

San’s eyes went wide for a split second, then he shook his head in disbelief, rubbing the spot on his cheek.

“Woah,” he laughed, voice a notch higher. “Since when do you let me do that?”

Off-camera, the actual Yeosang (in Wooyoung’s body) was peeking around the doorframe, eyes wide in horror, a hand flying over his mouth. He mouthed frantically: “Stop it! Be. Normal.”

San noticed the movement in his peripheral vision and turned. “Huh? Wooyoung?” he said casually, then grinned. “Come here, man. You’re already in the doorway, come say hi to ATINY.”

Yeosang’s stomach dropped. And the chat caught on in seconds:

“WAIT IS WOOYOUNG BACK THERE??” “GET IN FRAME KING !!!” “NOT WOOYOUNG LURKING IN THE DARK 😭😭” “OMG THE CHAOS TRIO???” “WOOSANSANG COMBO LET'S GOOOO 🔥”

Yeosang stammered, still frozen in place. He looked directly at Wooyoung (in his own body), silently pleading. Wooyoung just gave him a wink. And it obviously made the chat turned crazy :

“WHAT THE HELL ?!” “YEO??? SINCE WHEN 😭😭😭” “He’s kinda cute like this tho omg 😳💘” “DID YEOSANG JUST FLIRTED AT WOOYOUNG OMG ?!” “WHAT IS HAPPENING TODAY !???”

San laughed and waved "Wooyoung" forward. “Come on, don’t be shy! You’re never this quiet man.”

Reluctantly, “Wooyoung.” stepped into frame and sat awkwardly beside “Yeosang.” He positioned himself stiffly, eyes darting between San and his own face on camera.

San squinted, then laughed. “You two are acting so weird today. Everything okay?”

Both Yeosang and Wooyoung answered in unison:

Yeosang and Wooyoung answered at the same time.

“Nothing.”

“Everything’s fine.”

They made eye contact.

San squinted. The chat went feral:

“OKAY. SOMETHING IS HAPPENING 😭” “Why is Wooyoung so stiff??” “He’s just standing there 😭” “Why is he acting like Yeosang now?” “Yeo’s bold, Woo’s shy?? Something’s off 😂” “I SWEAR THEY SWAPPED SOULS OR SMTH” “Why is Yeosang SMILING LIKE THAT?”

On screen, “Yeosang” tilted his head, smirk still in place—Wooyoung executing Yeosang’s signature half‑smile, only a touch more mischievous.

San was still side-eying the two of them, squinting like he was trying to read through the Matrix.

Wooyoung smoothed a hand down his knee and sat a little straighter. “I’m very thankful to ATINY,” he said, his tone measured, eerily calm. “I feel... very loved.”

Yeosang blinked.

Not bad. Slightly robotic, but not bad. Play it cool. Keep it—

“And...” Wooyoung continued, clasping his hands primly in his lap, “I think love should be expressed with sincerity.”

Yeosang’s brows knitted.

Where is this going....

Which is when Wooyoung turned to the camera and smiled sweetly. “That’s why,” he declared, eyes gleaming, “I’ll be doing finger hearts every ten seconds for the rest of this Live. One for every year I’ve survived with this beautiful face.”

He threw the first finger heart.

And winked.

Yeosang (still trapped in Wooyoung’s body) choked.

The chat exploded immediately:

“😭😭😭 WHO IS THIS MAN???” “YEO… IS DOING AEGYO… WILLINGLY??” “NO CUZ HE’S COUNTING FINGER HEARTS HELP 😭” “YEOSANG’S HAVING A PERSONALITY CRISIS LIVE ON CAM” “every 10 sec?? sir i’m ASCENDING”

San started laugh-laughing now, slapping a hand over his mouth. “What... what are you doing?” he asked, turning toward him with a look of utter disbelief. looked innocent.

“Just expressing my gratitude.”

Another finger heart.

Another wink.

Yeosang physically recoiled in secondhand embarrassment, face burning, fingers twitching in his lap like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin—and his own body.

Then he watched his own body turned back to the camera with yet another finger heart, this one held suspiciously close to San’s cheek.

The chat was losing it:

“IF THIS IS A DREAM DON’T WAKE ME UP 😭😭” “he’s not just cute he’s BOLD wtf” “someone PLEASE check if Yeosang has a fever” “HE’S TURNED INTO WOOYOUNG 2.0 💀” “San’s face rn HELP he’s so confused LMAO” “Wooyoung looks so calm today lol what is going on ?” ”IKR ! WHY HE LOOKS LIKE HE JUST WOKE UP FROM A MID-LIFE CRISIS?”

San stared between the two of them, looking increasingly unsettled. “Okay,” he said slowly, “I’m officially freaked out. Which one of you hit your head this morning? Cuz you two are being way too weird. Like… roleplay level weird.”

Wooyoung opened his mouth. Then Yeosang opened his. Then they both closed it again. Then, Wooyoung smiled—this time too wide, teeth showing.

Yeosang watched his every moves through Wooyoung's eyes. Oh god no. As "his own" body was already leaned forward the camera again, chin in hand, eyes wide and sparkly. “ATINY,” Wooyoung cooed, “Should I do a heaaaaart face next?”

Yeosang paled. San let out a bark of laughter. And the chat lost its collective mind.

“OMG 😭😭😭” “THE WAY HE SAID ‘HEART FACE’ WITH THAT ANGELIC SMILE I CAN’T” “THIS IS PEAK CHAOS” “this is either a prank or spiritual possession there’s no in between” “I CAN’T TAKE THIS LMAO” “San is trying not to die on camera 😭” “IF THIS IS A BODY SWAP JUST SAY THAT” “REALITY SHOW WHEN PLS” “I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S REAL ANYMORE” “THIS IS ATEEZ CHAOS GOLD😭💥”

San was fully wheezing now, one hand on his knee, the other covering his face as if trying to hold in what was clearly a near-fatal case of secondhand embarrassment.

“Heart face?” he gasped between laughs. “Yeosang, what is happening to you today?”

Wooyoung (still in Yeosang’s body) turned his head slowly, innocently, and blinked like a cartoon lamb. “Just trying to connect with ATINY,” he said, tone impossibly sweet.

He cupped both hands into a heart over his cheeks. “Like this~?”

Yeosang groaned and buried his face in his hands, muttering something.

The chat was going feral:

“THIS IS ACTUALLY INSANE 😭😭” “Yeosang is broken. Someone reboot him.” “I’M SCREAMING NOT THE HEART FACE” “This is the best birthday Live in K-pop HISTORY” “I’M CRYING”

San tried to regain some composure, wiping tears from his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just… you’re too much today,” he said, shaking his head. Then he glanced off-screen at something out of frame. “Oh—actually, I think the manager said we’ve got that recording in twenty?”

Yeosang perked up—blessed reprieve—then nodded quickly. “Right. Yep. We should wrap.”

Wooyoung clapped his hands together. “ATINY~” he sang in a high, musical tone. “Thank you so much for joining today’s birthday stream! Your love means the world to me.”

Yeosang could only glare daggers at him as Wooyoung added, “I’ll be taking care of this beautiful face until the next comeback, so please look forward to it.”

San let out another laugh and stood, Yeosang and Wooyoung following up to wave goodbye. “Wooyoung” hesitated, then raised his hand in the most awkward half-wave ever recorded on camera.

Meanwhile “Yeosang” leaned in close to the lens for one last ultra-dramatic finger heart.

“Bye-bye, ATINY,” he purred. “Love you~ 💜”

The screen faded to black.

But the damage was done.

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The set buzzed with energy — cameras rolling, members prepping, stylists fussing — but for Yeosang and Wooyoung, the day had officially become an exercise in survival.

Yeosang—of course still in Wooyoung’s body—stood nervously by the equipment table, fingers tapping anxiously. He’d spent the last hour trying to imitate Wooyoung’s natural energy but kept almost bursting out laughing whenever anyone said his name.

Wooyoung—looking impossibly calm in Yeosang’s body—sidled over, throwing an eyebrow up in mock challenge.

“You ready for this?” Wooyoung asked, voice low but clearly amused.

Yeosang grimaced. “No. And you?”

“Born ready,” Wooyoung smirked.

Just then, the director called for everyone to take their places. But as filming progressed, the cracks began to show and the member noticed it.

“Guys is it me or Wooyoung hyung has been uncharacteristically extra quiet today?” Jongho asked.

“No it's not you Jongho, i think it is kinda weird too” Seonghwa admitted.

“That could been worse... You guys have seen Yeosang's birthday live earlier tho ? He was completly acing out !” Yunho added.

“Oh yeah tell me, HE DID AEGYOS AND LET ME KISSED HIS CHEEK” San answered.

“WHAT !?” Jongho Mingi and Seonghwa look at San with wide eyes, not believing his words.

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As the day went on, both Yeosang and Wooyoung tried their best to act like the other, because how would they explain to the rest of their members something they didn't understand nor have the answer about it themselves ? They couldn't. So they had to keep the act up —each moment a fresh minefield of “am I doing this right?

Both realized it wasn't easy to be in the other's shoes. Despite their 10 years of friendship. As all of them were finally drifted home, most of the members were still buzzing about how "odd" Yeosang and Wooyoung have been acting through the whole day.

Once back at the dorm, things were finally quiet.

Yeosang (still stuck in Wooyoung’s body) sat on the edge of his bed, toweling off his hair. Across the room, Wooyoung—curled up on Yeosang’s bed, still in Yeosang’s body—was scrolling through social media comments from the stream, snorting quietly every now and then:

“Yeosang is reborn as a fairy prince flirt.”

“Nice,” Yeosang muttered.

“You’re welcome.”

Yeosang glared at him. “You almost kissed San back !”

Wooyoung grinned. “I didn’t. Chill.”

Yeosang groaned and flopped back on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. “We cannot keep doing this. I can’t do it anymore without feeling like I’m going to explode.”

“You’re doing great,” Wooyoung replied breezily. “You nailed the Wooyoung laugh this morning.”

“That wasn’t a laugh,” Yeosang muttered. “It was a wheeze.”

Wooyoung opened his mouth to quip back, but paused when his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then stood up abruptly and walked out of the room.

“…Where are you going?” Yeosang asked.

“Nowhere. Stay,” Wooyoung said quickly. “Be back in a second.”

Ten minutes later, Yeosang—still grumbling—heard the door creak open again. When he looked up, Wooyoung was standing there, holding something out to him.

An envelope.

Yeosang blinked.

“What’s that?” he asked, sitting up.

Wooyoung scratched the back of his neck (well Yeosang's but you get it). “You were supposed to get this earlier today. Before the whole… whatever-this-is happened.”

Yeosang took it slowly, fingers brushing the seal. His name was written neatly across the front—in Wooyoung’s handwriting.

He looked up. “What is it?”

Wooyoung hesitated, then dropped onto the bed across from him. “Just open it.”

Yeosang slid his finger under the flap and unfolded the letter inside. The dorm was quiet except for the soft rustle of paper. As his eyes scanned the first lines, something in his chest shifted.

To: Yeosang

From: Wooyoung

"If you’re reading this, then either I gave this to you in person like a normal human being, or I chickened out and shoved it under your pillow and ran like a coward. Either way, it’s your birthday, and I wanted to do something different this year. No screaming. No sparkles. No glitter bombs. (I know. Growth.) We’ve been friends for over a decade now. That’s insane when you think about it. Ten years of practice rooms and ramen and fights about choreography and which snack is better. But here’s the thing I don’t say enough— I admire you. Not just because you’re talented or terrifyingly good-looking (you are, I’m jealous), but because you’re consistent. Thoughtful. Brave in your own quiet way. You always think no one notices the small things you do. But I do. I see how you’re the first to listen when someone’s down. The first to lend your hoodie when someone’s cold. The one who stays behind to clean up when everyone else runs. You’re steady. You’re the reason I know I won’t fall apart—even when I do fall apart. So for your birthday, I just wanted to tell you… thank you. For staying. For choosing this team, this dream, this life—even when it’s hard. You make me want to be better. Happy birthday, angel. I love you." — Woo

Yeosang blinked rapidly, the words swimming. His chest felt too full all of a sudden, like something warm and weighty had taken root there.

He lowered the letter slowly and stared at Wooyoung across from him—still in his own body, still smirking, but quieter now.

“You wrote this before the… body swap?” Yeosang asked softly.

Wooyoung nodded. “Three days ago. I was gonna give it to you after the live. But then I woke up and looked in the mirror and saw you, and—well. Plans changed.”

Yeosang’s voice was barely more than a whisper: “I love you too, Woo.”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened in surprise—a real, tender moment. Then he opened his mouth, and a faint glow filled the room.

Just as the warm light wrapped around them, they both gasped and looked toward the mirror.

The reflection wavered.

And then, in an instant, they were themselves again.

Yeosang stared at his own hands—his own hands—then turned to Wooyoung and saw Wooyoung’s relieved smile.

“I guess… that was our cue,” Wooyoung said softly.

Yeosang closed the letter and tucked it into his pocket. He stood and crossed the room, enveloping Wooyoung in a hug—one body, two hearts finally back in place.

“Happy birthday, Yeo-sang,” Wooyoung echoed, brushing a thumb across Yeosang’s cheek.

They stood like that for a long moment, the chaos of the day forgotten.

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END.

Hey ATINY! 💜

Happy weekend—hope you’re all having an amazing one! Since it’s Yeosang’s birthday, I couldn’t resist sharing this little body‑swap scenario 🎂✨ I had so much fun writing it, and I hope it brought a smile to your face!

If you enjoyed this post, feel free to like, reblog, or drop me a comment with your favorite moment. Thanks for reading, and here’s to many more Yeosang celebrations! ♡ — your resident chaotic writer

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🍋 GHP3 ISN’T AN ALBUM IT’S A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE??? — NO BECAUSE THIS COMEBACK IS ACTUALLY INSANE, I’M FOAMING 🫨🔥

— me unraveling over ateez golden hour pt.3 aka “8 men decided to commit a felony on my soul again.” 🤡🤡

Did you guys SEE the “Lemon Drop” MV drop today?

CUZ I CAN NOT BREATHE 🤯🤯

I haven’t stopped screaming since I've watched the MV. Hyperventilating, on the floor, surrounded by shattered glass and existential dread.... 😵‍💫🧍‍♀️

WHY DID THEY SNAP THIS HARD. WHY DID THEY CHOOSE VIOLENCE. WHO ALLOWED THIS???? HOW is it legal for a COMEBACK to hit this hard??? Like hello?? I just got run over by 8 men in military fashion with choreo so sharp it cut my will to live 💀AND SQUEEZED EVERY SINGLE LAST DROP OF MY SANITY WITH IT??????

No bc what was in the water at KQ during the making of this comeback??? The MV, the concepts, the tracklist??? I haven’t recovered since the teaser dropped and now the full thing is out and I am emotionally AND spiritually obliterated.

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VISUAL AESTHETICS, THE WHOLE 90's vibes = LITTERAL Chef’s Kiss 😘🤌🤌

from the COLORS, the CONCEPTS, to the sheer audacity of that MV—HONGJOONG IN THAT HAT? SAN’S ABS?? MINGI RAPPING LIKE HE OWNS THE SUN??? THE POOL SHOTS ???…. I’m dead 😭💀YUNHO'S SHOT WITH THE TANK TOP ???? HELLO ???? JONGHO IN THAT ALL JEAN + CAP FIT ??? LORD HAVE MERCY !!!! THE CARS ??? ATEEZ DRIVING ????????? (driving me crazy for sure) I’m not okay.

can we talk about Hongjoong dripping foam & charisma? 🔥

ALSO SOME CAMERA CLOSE UP LIKE WHAT THE FREAKING DUCKLING HELL !!!? WERE THEY EVEN NECESSARY ???? They were totally C-R-A-Z-Y for doing this shit !!!

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AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE TRACKLIST 😭👇

Obviously Lemon drop is a peak summer energy BANGER and choreography that makes me want to dance outside in 35°C 🌞

Masterpiece: After listening the preview, tbh I wasn't much conviced by this one and now i've listen to the full song i'm still having a hatrd time processing it. I'm not saying it's bad, just need a least some few listening more to get the vibe of it i guess.

Now This House Ain’t a Home: feels like a midnight heart-to-heart—my soul literally aches. Did i cry this morning (at 8AM) while listening to it ???? ABSOLUTELY FUCKING YES ! Ateez i hate you for this 🙃

Castle: arena-ready chants + echoing keys = want to see this live on tour ASAP. I also cried but the song is so freaking beautiful, my head was full and empty at the same time. Vocals are just a pure blessings in this one ♡

Bridge: The Edge of Reality: barely 90 seconds but hits like an emotional gut-punch. I didn't check the lyrics yet but why do i understand "throw it back ?" in the lyrics ? Am i the only one ? I guess Ateez just wanted to do another twerking anthem.

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Conclusion : I’m emotionally unstable and it’s their fault. Golden Hour pt.3 is a masterpiece and I will NOT stop talking about it.

Tequila Tequila Sunrise ~ Soundtrack of my entire summer. 🥵🍋

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Which song are you replaying on loop?

Let's be honest you also got wrecked hard by all of them ?

Which moment in the MV made you actually pause and rewatch on loop at least 3 times or more ?

What’s your ultimate Lemon Drop mood board: “sunset drive,” “pool party,” or “midnight city lights”?

If you could steal one outfit or prop from the MV to wear IRL, what would it be?

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Feel free to mix and match—or come up with your own! Let’s see how deep the ATINY feels go. ✨

Tag your faves & let’s talk ALL. THINGS. LEMON DROP. 🍋

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🌈 Headcanons

Find all Ateez Headcanons listed here <3

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OT8 :

☁️ ATEEZ as Dads – (coming soon)

☁️ ATEEZ as street race drivers – (coming soon)

☁️ … more coming !

Hongjoong :

Seonghwa :

Yunho :

Yeosang :

San :

Mingi :

Wooyoung :

Jongho :

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🎭 Dramatic Decks

Situation Room: KQ Chaos Edition !! Ateez's reactions & short scenarios masterlist 🤭🤫

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OT8 reactions:

↳ They found out your partner cheated on you — Read

Hongjoong:

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Seonghwa:

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Yunho:

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Yeosang:

↳ 10 years too much like you — Read

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Mingi:

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Wooyoung:

↳ Let's Dance — Read

Jongho:

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Welcome to The Quarterdeck 🔱

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🗳️ Vote or Be Cast Overboard

[ ATEEZ as Dads #1 : Hongjoong ] – vote (close) [ ATEEZ as Dads #2 : Seonghwa ] – vote (close) [ ATEEZ as Dads #3 : Jongho ] – vote (close) [ ATEEZ as Dads #4 : Wooyoung ] – vote (close) [ ATEEZ as Dads #5 : Yeosang ] – vote (close) [ ATEEZ as Dads #6 : Mingi ] – vote (close) [ ATEEZ as Dads #7 : Yunho ] – vote (close) [ ATEEZ as Dads #8 : San ] – vote (close)

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Ateez as Dads #8 : San — 🧸 the pure definiton of soft yet chaotic dude, eyes that water when his kid says “I love you”🧸

Wrapping up our legendary dad series our national cat boy duality king Choi—the emotional support king with the softest core and the most chaotic energy at birthday parties. (There's no in-between with him)

• Girl dad – Tells her she’s the strongest princess in the kingdom (because she is), lets her cover his face in stickers, and calls it “art.” Buys every pink sparkly thing in the store and cries during tea parties.

• Boy dad – teaches him to climb trees, wrestle pillows, cool handshakes and dramatic slow-mo walk entrances. Keeps all their crayon art in a binder titled “Masterpieces.” Also – teaches him how to fight imaginary dragons.

• Both – family dance parties with matching slippers, sings them to sleep even when he’s exhausted, always keeps snacks in his jacket pockets, and has a sixth sense for when his kid is feeling off.

• Cat dad only – one cat isn't enough, makes his personal mission to rescue all strays cats and keep them at home, comes back every day with at least 3-4 kitten more.

Time to choose your fighter(s) 💪 💪 

Please vote and share ! ^°^ I hope you liked this polls series. You have until this Saturday (June 14th) to next Wednesday (June 18th) to completes votes for all members. You can find all links below (and soon into a masterlist 🫶) More posts in coming until ends of theses polls stay tuned and follow me to see what's to come.

Wish y'all a very good day (or night depending on where you from ^°^)

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Ateez as Dads #7 : Jung Yunho — the human embodiment of “fun uncle energy” like dad

For today’s first spotlight : our national human golden retriever boyfriend himself !

• Girl Dad — he’s got tiaras in every color and gets real serious about his “princess voice.” Tea parties turn into karaoke battles, knows every Disney princess song by heart (and sings loudly), the girls ADORE him.

• Boy Dad — every weekend is Nerf war and backyard wrestling, builds the wildest obstacle courses, scale the monkey bars faster than a human can blink.

• Both — yes the twins are climbing the fridge, yes he’s filming it, yes he’s proud, the backyard turns into a whole amusement park, uses action figures for bedtime stories with dramatic voice acting.

• Yunho ? Nah, he’s the cool uncle who’s the real party starter, blasting Disney songs and gives piggyback rides to everyone.

Now it's your turn to decide!! 👇👇

Vote now or he'll showup at your door with a bunch of toddlers water guns and a whole Nerf army 🤖—also share tag your mutuals and let them decide if he's raising mini Avengers team !! Only one left is San : he will be posted later today ^°^

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Ateez as Dads #6 : Mingi, who gives 🎤 “fun uncle turned full-time dad,” bedtime freestyle, bubble machine chaos, and big goofy love energy🎤

Coming in hot after Yeosang’s cool-dad mystique, we now welcome the dad who accidentally becomes the kids’ favorite party clown.

• Girl dad – Lets her put glitter on his face, and wears it proudly to the grocery store, hosts living room fashion shows and hypes up every outfit like it’s Paris Fashion Week. “SLAY, princess!!” , lowkey cries at recitals.

• Boy dad – teaches the kids how to moonwalk in socks, or any other dance moves he knows, teaches how to beatbox, do backflips (badly), and yell “YOLO” at the top of their lungs, definitely can't NOT hear them, chaotic af.

• Both – Plays peekaboo like it’s an Olympic sport. Is definitely the “fun parent, loudest cheerleader and silliest choreographer. Makes family tiktoks that goes viral !

• At this point he’s running a full-blown summer camp. Theme days, crafts, foam swords. No one knows who the actual parents are anymore – children refer to him as ‘Captain Mingi.’ No one's sure why. There are treasure maps and code words involved.

🎉 Time to vote, besties 👇👇

✨ Vote and share or Mingi will recruit you for an impromptu talent show and you will be the backup dancer 💃

I wish you all a very good day (or night depending on where you from ? ^^) Coming back tomorrow for our last duet and wrapped up the polls with our lovely and chaotic Yunsan !

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Ateez as Dads #5 : Yeosang, our national dobermann x maltese boy who gives 🕊️calm, composed, secretly soft-core dad energy🕊️

Hi Atinys ~ How y'all doing today ? Today we're keeping the ATEEZ Dad AU series polls rolling~ So far we’ve had the Matz duo and both maknaes already up, you can find links to their poll right at the end of this post. But now it's time to cast vostes for the savage visual king himself: Mr. Stone-Face-On-Camera but secretly-owns-a-snack-drawer-for-every-kid 😌

• Girl dad — braids hair better than a professional stylist, quietly supports her villain arc, glitters everywhere, hosts watercolor tea parties, weaves flower crowns from backyard blooms.

• Boy dad — gets way too competitive over Mario Kart, learns a suspicious amount of magic tricks, insists his son master skateboarding by 6, flies drones in the park like it’s a military mission.

• Both — Balances tea parties and gaming tournament in one afternoon, their lunchboxes have origami notes and swears he hears the fairies whispering.

• Most likely to adopt-a-dinosaur-as-a-pet-like-Dad — either raises pets, like they are his sons, anything unfamiliar and completly random (like racoons)... Or even just fills up the house with plants ? Who knows ?

🧙‍♂️ Cast your spell—um, vote—before Yeosang levitates your couch to the next dimension!👇👇

✨ Please vote and share <3 Mingi is coming later up today !!

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Ateez as Dads #4 : Wooyoung, our local menace, who gives 💅glitter everywhere, loud love, “my kids are cuter than yours” energy💅

Back for more chaos ! Time to see what type of dad you think Wooyoung would be ? (Tho we all know the answer is obvious 👀👀👀)

• Girl dad — Dresses her in couture, she’s got glitter nails, crafts glittery crowns and fairy wings like a pro, makes glitter bombs and matching friendship bracelets, builds a ‘princess fort’ with disco lights, and creates dances choreo on disneys songs.

• Boy dad — makes every trip to the store a spy mission, and throws the most chaotic birthday parties known to man, pranskters: from whoopee cushions, to water‑cup ambushes, and nightly ‘scare’ sessions, they're unstoppable !

• Both — from warrior with paintball, tea party skills, to hosting fashion shows in the living room and fully committing to roleplay games, every day is chaos and cupcakes, but he loves it !

• His ‘dad’ is in fact his 8-year-old niece who bossed him around.

Click wisely, 👀

Vote and share it now—or Wooyoung will show up with a karaoke mic, a glitter cannon, and no warning. And yes, your pet will be wearing sunglasses. 🕶️✨

Next updates tomorrow with two others members !! Enjoy your day y'all <3

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Ateez as Dads #3 : Jongho, our teddy bear like boy who gives 🍎stern-but-sweet, “eat your veggies first” energy with surprise piggyback rides🍎

Hi Atinys ~~ Today we're back for round ✌️ with the ATEEZ Dad AU series ! Following the previous polls for our chaotic captain and his sweet homemaker and multi-tasking supermom like wifey. Today i'll be starting the day with our great vocal master : mr-the-apple-breaker choi bear, (that would definitely have a soft spot for his tiny humans lets not gonna lie)

• Girl dad — Carries her like a potato bag, sings lullabies at bedtime, his most precious treasure, will carry her and 6 bags of groceries.

• Boy dad — coaches him like it’s the World Cup, but still carries his son home on his shoulders when he scrapes his knee.

• Both — raises emotionally intelligent kids who say “thank you” and can crack an apple in half by age 7.

• He is the neighborhood dad — no kids of his own but 11 kids call him “Uncle Jo”

🐻 Cast your vote before Jongho makes you do push-ups for being late!👇👇

🍏 Make sure to vote and share or Jongho will make you do squats while singing. 💪 It's for stronger morals. Next up : Our local and also favorite menace (Post will be out later in the day make sure not to miss it ^^)

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Ateez as Dads #2 : Seonghwa, who gives ✨house is always clean, dad packs lunch with heart stickers✨energy

Following the serie with our legendary mom :

• Girl dad – hair-braiding expert and hosts princess tea parties daily. Secretly cries at every princess movie, 100% supportive.

• Boy dad – raising polite little gentlemen who say “yes ma’am” and know how to fold laundry but also builds epic forts in the living room every weekend.

• Both – Dresses his kids in matching outfits and starts family TikTok dances. Ballet recital one day, soccer game the next, multitasking legend.

• Actually he adopted a fleet of kids, the house turns into a day care !

Now it's time to vote !! 👇👇

🧼 Vote and share or Seonghwa will personally clean your house while judging you. You KNOW he will.

Next updates tomorrow ^°^ For two other members (i'm not saying who by the way 🤭🤭👀 You'll find it out tomorrow)

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Ateez as Dads #1 : Hongjoong, our beloved leader with the energy of a chaotic toddler 🧸🔥

Starting strong with the captain himself :

• Girl Dad — Can’t say no when his daughter wants matching nail art, braids her hair while explaining gender theory.

• Boy Dad — They choreograph backyard flash mobs together, coaching him with that intense glare.

• Both — Struggling to juggle in between but still manages it. Family band with matching punk fits and glitter.

• He is the child — don’t let the tattoos fool you, he’s getting adopted by the PTA

Let’s find out! Ready? Poll right below ! 👇

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