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ATEEZ Reaction: To you to finding them sexy/getting turned on by them performing

This is to make up for my lack of uploading and laziness. I swear I get so inspired, I’ll start writing, then just stop. I sometimes hate myself for that- lol

SEONGHWA:

You pursed your lips as you waited in the dressing room. Your boyfriend had just gotten off of the stage and should be back soon with the others.

He didn’t know it, but whenever he performed live, you always found him super sexy. He had a certain charisma and stage presence that just made you hot and bothered.

You perk up at the door opening, but quickly deflate when it’s only San and Hongjoong.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” Hongjoong greeted you.

San eyed you. “What was with your reaction when we came in?”

You sigh. “Just waiting for Seonghwa.”

Joong and San share a look before quickly dismissing themselves. A minute later, Seonghwa enters the room.

“Hongjoong and San said you were waiting for me?” he said as he sat down next to you.

You immediately place a hand on his thigh as you lean against him. You slowly rub his thigh.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “You good, Y/N?”

“Mmm, I’m not really sure,” you muttered. “You’re just so sexy on stage.”

“Excuse me, what?” Seonghwa asks, not believing what he heard.

Feeling a blush creep up on your face, you pull yourself closer against him still. “You kind of turn me on when you perform.”

Seonghwa licks his lips, not sure what to do with this new information.

You pout at him, and he just figures he may as well kiss you, maybe let it lead to something more to help you out a bit.

HONGJOONG:

(oops, I meant to do Joong before Seonghwa. Idk man, im tired lmao)

“Amazing performance, as always, baby,” you hugged Hongjoong as he went backstage.

“Yah, I’m sweating,” Joong whines.

You didn’t care. You pulled him closer.

“Baby, I can’t get my mic off,” he mutters.

You didn’t care again. “Joong, you’re so mean,” you say.

“What?? Why?” Hongjoong asks, confused and a little worried. “What’d I do?”

Smirking as you run a hand along his neck, you slyly reply. “You always make me hot and bothered whenever you perform. That hot giggle before your raps, constant tongue, your sinister looking smiles...”

You notice him become flustered the more you list off his performance habits. “Okay, okay, just wait until we get to the dorm, okay?” he mutters as you try to kiss his neck.

“But Joong~” you whine.

“Wait until the dorm. There’s people here, love.”

YUNHO:

You slowly open the dressing door to see Yunho changed into a t-shirt and jeans, but he’s still got a layer of sweat on his forehead. He was chilling on the couch, phone in hand.

You smile as you walk over to him and casually place yourself on his lap.

“Hey, baby,” you whisper to him.

“Hey,” he greets you.

“Whatcha watching?” you ask as you peer at his phone.

He tilts the phone so you can see it easier. “Just monitoring my performance.”

You bite your lip as you watch it. You subconsciously place with the hem of your skirt, the look in your eyes change, and you tried to rub your thighs together, but, well, you were sitting on Yunho so.

And Yunho noticed all of this.

His ears turned red first before he became flustered entirely.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asks, shy.

You slightly chew on your lip as you make eye contact with your boyfriend.

“Can I admit something?” you ask.

“Go ahead,” Yunho murmurs quietly.

“I find you really... really sexy when you perform..” you whisper, not wanting anyone to overhear.

Yunho’s eyes widen, even though he suspected it after seeing your reaction to his fancam.

“So are you... you know.. right now?”

You nod, smirking at him slightly.

Yunho rubs the back of his neck. “It’ll be a bit before we return to the dorm...” he sighs.

An idea pops up in your mind. “How about the car?”

YEOSANG:

You hurried backstage the second their performance ended. It was one of those rare performances where Yeosang was wearing a tank top, and his arms were exposed. Those beautiful, gorgeous arms-

You spotted him and quickly ran up behind him to give him a back hug.

“Sangie~” you say.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” Yeosang replies, recognizing your voice.

He tries to turn around in your hold, but you tighten your grip on him. You silently admire his arms while backhugging him.

“Are you good?” Yeosang asks, slight confusion in his voice.

“Not really,” you say. “You were fatally sexy on stage.”

Yeosang chokes on his own spit. “Me? Sexy?”

You lightly slip his shoulder. “You’re sexy every time you perform,” you admit your feelings.

Yeosang finally manages to turn around to face you. “Are you... bothered?”

You slide your arms around his neck. “What if I am?” you ask seductively. “Are you going to fix the problem?”

Yeosang pecks your nose. “When we get home, love.”

SAN:

Oh this man. Ohhh, San on stage. OHHHHH, we all know how beautifully sexy he can be. Especially while promoting Fireworks- Okay, anyway.

You were at their dorm. You couldn’t actually be there for their performance, but the staff there had sent you the performance.

You were watching it finally.

You won’t deny that you thorst for San every single time he performs, at least for the darker concepts.

You heard the door click as you were about half way through the video.

San and Wooyoung came in. San saw you on the couch and wandered over immediately. Wooyoung huffed at the abandonment and went to his room (omg, can we talk about their “amicus ad aras” tattoos? when I found out, i was cryingggg). 

San peeked over your shoulder. “Oh, our performance from today?”

You nod, not taking your eyes off of San on the screen.

After the performance ended, you sigh. “Damn, you’re so sexy,” you mutter.

San was leaning on his arm against the couch, but the second you said that sentence, his arm gave out and he almost crashed face first into the couch.

“What? You know you’re incredibly sexy while performing,” you say.

San stares at you. “It’s one thing knowing and another when your girlfriend admits it.”

You bite your lip. “Do you like hearing these things come out of my mouth?”

San smirks at you. “Maybe I do.”

You grab the collar of his shirt and bring him to your eye level.

“You got me turned on now, San. Better fix this problem you caused.”

“.....Should I leave?” Wooyoung’s voice can be heard from the doorway.

MINGI:

You were pacing outside of the dressing room, waiting for Mingi to come out. You were going to wait in the dressing room except the other members chased you out since they had to... well, undress and change clothes.

Mingi had promised to come out to meet you after he was done changing.

The door creaked open and Mingi popped his head out before fully emerging from the room.

“Why are you so impatient today?” Mingi questions innocently.

You just kiss him. And kiss him passionately you did.

Mingi was surprised at your bold action, but he didn’t pull away. In fact, he kissed you back.

You two separated for a bit.

“What’s gotten into you?” Mingi asks a bit breathlessly.

“Your duality,” you mutter. “You’re so cute outside of performing, but when you are performing, you’re so damn sexy, Mingi.”

Mingi’s face instantly turned a dark shade of red.

“S-Sexy?”

You nod, not shy about any of this.

Mingi pulls you closer to him. “Do you think this every time we perform?”

“Yeah, but it’s only you who’s sexy,” you whisper.

Mingi hums quietly. “Should we head back to the dorm before the other members get there?”

WOOYOUNG:

You just barged into their dressing room without thinking. Luckily for you, Wooyoung was the only one who was shirtless. The only other person there was Jongho, who was fully dressed and getting ready to leave.

Wooyoung stared at you, wide eyed.

“Yah, jagi, can’t you give me some privacy for a second?” he asks, not really caring if you are there or not.

Jongho sneaks out as he make your way over to Wooyoung. “Has everyone changed already?”

Wooyoung nods. “Yeah, I’m the only one here now.”

You slide your hands down his bare chest.

“Y/N??” Wooyoung sort of yelps.

“Do you know that you turn me on whenever you perform on stage?” you ask as you continue feeling him out.

“W-What?” Woo asks, flustered and confused, but also getting slowly turned on by your forwardness.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling your bodies together. You rub up against him.

“If you’re the only one here, then... should we tell the boys to head back to the dorm without us?”

JONGHO:

“Amazing performance, Jongho~” you rush up to him as he steps off stage. You follow him backstage as he takes off his ear piece.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Jongho says, breathless from their performance.

You smile, fiddling with your hands. He notices your shy gestures.

“Is something up?” he asks as he hands the staff his ear piece and mic.

You wait for the staff to leave and Jongho turns to face you.

“Well, you looked really attractive when performing,” you admit.

Jongho smiles at you. “How attractive?”

“Mm, like very sexy attractive,” you say, a smile still on your lips.

Jongho blushes at the comment but he doesn’t get embarrassed by it. He just finds it cute that he can cause such an affect on you simply by doing his job.

He gives you a quick peck on the lips. “Thanks, baby,” he says softly.

You give him a warm hug before the staff and the rest of ATEEZ drag the maknae to the dressing room.

~The end

Sorry about some of these being repetitive, and that Jongho’s is soft and fluffy. I wanted to end on a more innocent note, plus I didn’t want to write Jongho’s too suggestive. Any errors in grammar or spelling I’ll check later and fix when I can :)

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*Contains spoilers for Kingdom and the final rankings*

So I just finished Kingdom (I’ve been busy and I’ve been waiting for Eng subs lol). Am I the only one who thinks fan voting shouldn’t have been a thing? It made it insanely unfair to groups like ATEEZ and SF9.

I stan SKZ and I’m super happy that they won, but even as a Stay, I can say they won by fan votes and view counts.

ATEEZ got high in professional rankings, and sometimes I wonder about how fair those were too, because SKZ’s performance of I’ll Be Your Man deserved higher than last.

Idk, I feel like fan involvement (especially since the last round was based solely on fans) made it unfair. Or if you had it, it shouldn’t have been worth half of the points. Plz don’t tell me I’m the only one who feels this way lol

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The lyrics to Monsta X’s “Gambler” literally gave me inspiration for a fan fiction, but it’s gonna be a while since i literally still have to finish Love Yourself and start Monochrome Heart (ha ha, im not behind...)

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Sorry for not writing..... again. Except I actually have an excuse this time!

I work two jobs (yeah, I really don’t know why I do that to myself). And I just got my wisdom teeth pulled. So I have this weekend off, I’ll try to write while tending to my sore mouth. But if I work, depending on the job, I don’t get home until after 10pm, and I don’t feel like doing anything excepting eating and sleeping. I only have one more week of school left, then I’ll be free (besides work) to write as much as I can try.

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IMPORTANT AF POST

Alright. If you’re a Staytiny, listen up. There are a lot of fanwars going on between Stays and Atinys, and it’s getting really annoying. Both Stray Kids and ATEEZ are great, but one side refuses to see the other side. These are either baby kpop fans who don’t know better (because I’ve been there and done that with BTS, oop-) or they’re solo stans (which are typically toxic, ngl). I tried thanking respectful Stays on SKZ’s performance of “I’ll be Your Man”, and I’ve already gotten some replies blaming Atiny’s for being “disrespectful”, which I’m sure there are some. But you can’t shift the blame from yourself to the opposite side. It won’t help your case, and it’s just gonna cause more fanwars. I’m supportive of both groups, but I seem to be seeing more Stays (at least on Youtube) that are getting pissy (idk about Twitter because oh goodness, I stay away from there, that’s just hell for fanbases). I know Atiny’s were disappointed when ATEEZ ranked 5th for the preliminary round, but I don’t remember seeing them drag SKZ down on YT like what Stays are doing with ATEEZ right now. Now, again, I know there are toxic Atinys. There are always toxic fans. And maybe I’m just seeing more toxic Stays because they’re a bigger fanbase, but I want the other Stays to at least acknowledge the toxic ones (don’t apologize for them though), like how I acknowledge there are toxic Atinys and realize how much they suck lol. I’d prefer for the two fanbases to get along, especially since Changbin and Wooyoung are friends.

I’m asking this of both Atinys and Stays. Please respect the other group and the other fandom. We don’t want to start fights because it’s mentally taxing, plus it gives not only the fanbase but also the group a bad reputation.

“Hey, have you heard of ATEEZ?” “Oh the group with the toxic fanbase?”

We don’t want that for EITHER group or any of the groups on Kingdom. So please respect others and try to avoid fights if you can, no matter how triggering a person may seem.

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A Monochrome Heart Preview

A monochrome world, where things are only black and white. Only those who practice magic, have earned the privilege, or are royalty can see colors. If you have earned the privilege to see colors, then either the royal family or a sorcerer of their court/council will grant you the ability.

Most people only see gray. A select few - exceptions - have appeared in recent years. Maybe a member of the royal family had an affair that no one knows off. Maybe a witch happened upon a stray kid and decided to give them the ability to see a colorful world. Maybe the person was just born special.

I’m not an exception. I only see white and black and various shades of gray in between. However, I stumbled upon a person who can see color. As far as I know, they aren’t royalty and they can’t use magic. And he’s way too troublesome to have earned the right. Who is this mysterious and bothersome boy?

“Who are you?”

“Me? My name’s Wooyoung.”

~

“What’s your favorite color?”

“What? Are you kidding me right now? What am I supposed to say? Gray?”

~

“You shouldn’t fall in love with me, Y/N.”

“And why not?”

“It’s not worth it. I’ll cause way too much trouble for you.”

“Let me decide if you’re ‘too much trouble’ for myself.”

~

“I may be able to see colors, but I have a monochrome heart.”

“If you’re heart is so black and white... so simple, then you either love me or you hate me.”

A Monochrome Heart will be coming out in early June!~ Please look forward to my Wooyoung fan fic. I’ll be finishing Yunho’s FF in May probably, provided my two jobs and school let me lmao

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{ATEEZ Yunho FF} Love Yourself (part 5)

~Rating: Teen~ ~Yunho x fem.reader~ ~This is fictional~

Trigger warnings: Suicidal themes, self hate, cutting, and anything else that might be related

P.S. Sorry for grammatical errors/spelling mistakes ^^;

You were finally ready for your date with Yunho. You were wearing a maroon short sleeved over-the-shoulder crop top with a black skirt. You had a gold necklace and earrings as accessories.

You were currently brushing your hair when a knock on the door alerts you.

“Who is it?” you ask.

“It’s just me, San,” said San’s voice.

You tell him to come in and the door creaks open.

“Are you ready for your date?~” San asks in a teasing tone.

You smile as you straighten your hair. “I’m almost done,” you said.

San flops down onto your bed. “Probably not the time to ask, but did your parents ever try contacting you after you ran away?” San asks.

You shake your head. “No, not really. They tried calling me and left nasty voicemails within the first 24 hours of me leaving, but they haven’t really tried recently. I didn’t even have to block their number,” you said.

San hums in thought. “Eh, whatever. I hope the date goes smoothly,” San gives you a thumbs up.

Laughing a little bit, you silently agreed. Another knock on the doorframe makes you look over. Yunho was leaning against the frame.

“Oh hey,” you greet him.

He smiles at you. “Are you almost ready?”

You nod. “Yeah, just gotta finish straightening my hair,” you replied back as you finished up.

You grab a purse that matches your outfit and run up to Yunho.

“Oh, you look nice, Y/N,” Yunho says, a light blush on his face.

San grins at you two from your bed. “Good luck, you two,” he says.

You glare at him. “You better not still be on my bed when we get back,” you warn.

San grins back at you. “We’ll see,” he said, not taking your warning seriously.

Sighing, you leave with Yunho.

~

You both stopped at a local coffee shop to pick up some drinks. You had gotten a latte and Yunho got a smoothie.

“Why are you so basic?” you question.

“Basic?” Yunho asks, feigning pain. “You wound me, Y/N.”

You chuckle at his antics. “But for reals,” you try again. “Why the smoothie?”

Yunho shrugs. “It’s unusually warm today; I wanted something refreshing,” he says before taking a sip of his smoothie.

“Oh, makes sense.”

You let Yunho lead the way while you two walked. Your eyes caught sight of a light pink in the distance. Realizing what they are, you grab Yunho’s hand and start rushing forward, excited.

Yunho smiles at you and your excitement while you quickly make your way to the cherry blossoms.

You stop under the gently swaying trees. You stare at the pink flowers with awe in your eyes. You loved the cherry blossoms.

You were admiring the few that were already falling, and you felt a hand brush against the side of your face. You turn your head to look at Yunho.

He has a cherry blossom in his hand, and he brushes the hair out of your face. He puts the flower in your hair, behind your ear. He stares at you for a while.

“You’re so beautiful,” Yunho murmurs.

You blush at how close he is to your face. Yunho leans forward and places a soft kiss onto your forehead.

He backs away from you, but he grabs your hand and holds it while you two walk down the pathway lined with cherry blossom trees. Other couples were around, admiring the beautiful trees as well.

You take a sip of your latte as you enjoy the warm breeze and subtle scent of the blossoms. You let out a content sigh and close your eyes.

Yunho silently admires how peaceful you are.

After a bit of walking under the trees, you two stop at a bench to rest. You lean your head against Yunho’s shoulder, watching others’ lives unfold before you.

Coffee, warm weather, cherry blossoms, Yunho... today was almost too nice.

Your eyes drift to something shiny in the distance. You could see balloons swaying in the breeze. You point at them.

“Yunho, can we get balloons?” you ask, eager.

Yunho nods at your cuteness. You get up and start walking over to the stall with flower and heart shaped balloons. They were also selling cute bracelets.

“Should we match?” you ask Yunho, nodding at the bracelets.

Yunho blushes slightly at the idea of a couples accessory but he agrees in the end.

You get you and Yunho matching turquoise bracelets while he buys you and himself a balloon. You two help each other tie the string of the balloon around your wrist to make sure it doesn’t escape your grasp.

You both finished your drinks and threw out the cups at a public garbage and continued your way to the main park, hand in hand.

After walking for about 20 minutes, you notice a bright yellow stall with cartoony, cute ice cream and popsicles decorating the side.

“Shall we get some ice cream?” you ask excitedly.

Yunho nods in agreement.

You both walk over to the stall.

After a bit of thinking, you ask for a cup of lemon ice cream while Yunho gets a peach flavor.

You find a bench and sit down on it, Yunho sitting down next to you.

You hum in content as you eat the refreshing ice cream.

“How is it?” Yunho asks.

“It’s really good,” you say, smiling widely. You grab some of the ice cream with your spoon and offer it to Yunho.

“Say ahh,” you tease.

Yunho rolls his eyes, but accepts the ice cream and lets you feed him.

He nods in approval. “It is good,” he says. “Want some of mine?”

“Uhm, yes,” you say, opening your mouth, ready for him to feed you.

He looks taken aback at first, but he quickly obliges and feeds you too.

You gasp. “Whaa, that’s amazing,” you say, covering your mouth as you savor the flavor.

Yunho chuckles at your reaction.

While Yunho was distracted, you used your spoon and stole some of his ice cream.

“Yah!” Yunho exclaims. He pouts as you eat his ice cream.

Smiling at the puppy beside you, you offer your cup to him. “Here, you can have some more of mine,” you said apologetically.

He brightens up at that. He eats about the same amount you stole from him.

Enjoying the peace between you two, you continue eating your ice cream as you admire the cherry blossoms.

You accidentally got some ice cream on your cheek somehow, and you could feel the cold sensation. You were about to raise your hand to wipe it away when you felt a thumb brush against your cheek.

You turn your head to look at Yunho, a slight blush on your face, which deepens as Yunho licks the ice cream off of his finger. All while maintaining eye contact with you.

“E-Excuse me, sir-” you say, flustered.

Yunho just hums innocently.

Sighing at his antics, you finish off your ice cream, letting the cold treat cool your warm body.

Feeling a bit drowsy, you lean your head against Yunho’s shoulder while spacing out.

You felt Yunho give the top of your head a kiss before leaning his head against yours.

You were content.

You were happy.

“Y/N?”

You froze.

“Y/N? Is that really you?”

No... please, anyone but who I think it is.

You open your eyes to see your mom giving you the most incredulous look.

“Woow, look at you being so happy,” she snapped while walking up to you and Yunho. You felt a sharp impact against the side of your head.

Your mom had struck you before either you or Yunho had time to react.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Yunho ask, worry evident in his voice.

Your mom scoffs. “Please, she’s had worse.” You mom grabs your hair, making you look at her. “How pathetic. You’re still a failure,” she snarls while forcefully throwing your hair to one side.

“Yah!” You heard Yunho object. “How can you say that to your own daughter?”

“Yunho...” you mutter. “Don’t get involved...”

Your mom ignores Yunho entirely. “I’m still really disappointed that you couldn’t even take your own life.” She clicks her tongue. “Such a bother.”

You grit your teeth.

“And yet you have the audacity to be out here, holding hands with some nobody, acting all happy when you haven’t earned it at all.”

Yunho nudges you. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispers.

You ignore him too though.

Your moms’ words were ringing in your ears.

I don’t deserve to be happy.

I don’t deserve Yunho.

“What are you even doing with your life, huh?” your mom asks.

“I....” you hang your head. “I’ve been practicing dancing and... and singing,” you admit, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“Hah, I should’ve known. The second you left me and your father, we knew you were going to go running back to that pathetic dream of yours. A singer, of all things,” contempt is obvious in her tone of voice. “You’ll never be good enough to be successful. You know that. Your voice is too annoying for a good singing voice, and you’ve been anything but graceful ever since you were born.”

You stood up and ran.

You heard Yunho call your name, but you didn’t listen. You had to get out of there.

You continued running until you got to the boys house. You didn’t even acknowledge any of the boys, not even San as he tried asking what was wrong. You ran into the kitchen and snuck a knife into your clothes. You ran up to the bathroom by your bedroom and locked yourself in the small room.

You slumped down onto the floor by the toilet and withdrew the knife from your clothes. You stared at the metal blade in your hands.

I don’t deserve happiness.

You thought as you brought the blade to your arm. You felt the blade puncture your skin and you noticed a dot of red start to form where the tip of the blade was. Tears were freely flowing from your eyes right now.

You didn’t want this.

You ran the blade quickly against your arm. You grit your teeth as the pain increases.

You cut yourself a few more times. You hunch over in pain, but you couldn’t scream. No one should know you’re doing this.

You heard a ruckus down on the first floor.

“Where is she??” you recognized Yunho’s voice.

You heard someone coming up the stairs loudly, followed by another pair of footsteps.

Banging sounded on the bathroom door.

“Y/N!” Yunho shouted, trying to twist the doorknob but to no avail.

“Y/N! Please!” Yunho banged on the door some more.

You crawled backward until your back hit the wall.

You could hear San’s voice outside the door too.

“Hyung, calm down, you’re only going to scare her more,” San said quietly.

The banging stopped, but you knew Yunho was still standing outside the door.

“Y/N, please,” Yunho spoke again. “Open the door.”

You were silently crying. You refused to speak in fear of your voice giving you away.

Yunho begged for you to open the door a few more times, but it eventually went silent.

You heard San’s voice again.

“Hyung, one of the kitchen knives is gone, and no one knows where it is...”

You curse internally. Yunho speaks through the door again, trying to get you to open the door.

You stare the blood that’s all over your arm.

He shouldn’t be concerned for you. After all, you don’t deserve him.

You press the blade against your skin again, letting the pain consume you until that’s all you felt.

~

It had to be night.

Yunho had never left. He was sitting outside the door. He tried to convince you to open the door many times. He was losing his voice with how much he’s tried.

You had stopped cutting yourself, but you still had the bloody knife in your hand. Your arm was covered in dried blood, and your face was covered with tear stains.

You heard some voices outside the door.

“Oh, hyung, thank goodness you’re back,” you heard San’s voice say.

“What’s happening?” Hongjoong’s voice was now heard.

Yunho speaks up. “Y/N locked herself away in the bathroom, and we think she has one of the kitchen knives.”

You heard some hushed talking and some shuffling around, but you just shrugged it off. They were just going to try to communicate with you again.

However, you heard a click and saw the doorknob turn. Hongjoong opened the door but froze at the sight of you.

“Y-Y/N,” Hongjoong murmured.

Joong regains his senses though and steps aside. Yunho hurries into the room.

He immediately grabs the knife out of your hand and hands it to San, who you assume takes it back to the kitchen.

“Y/N, what...” Yunho started to form a question but breaks off.

You looked down. You didn’t want Yunho to see you like that.

Yunho sighs before grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom shelf. He wets it and grabs your arm gently.

You stare at him through hooded eyes.

Yunho starts to gently clean your wounds.

You wince at the pain, but it wasn’t as bad as earlier.

Yunho sighs again.

You’re suddenly engulfed in warmth and Yunho’s scent. He had wrapped his arms around you. He was giving you a hug.

You tried pushing him away, but he just tightened his hold on you.

“Y/N...” he whispers.

You thought you had cried until you had no more tears, but you found yourself crying once again.

You were upset with yourself. You should’ve known better.

“I’m sorry,” you finally speak after hours of silence.

Yunho shushes you and rubs your back comfortingly. “You’re safe now. You’ll be alright,” Yunho whispers.

You cry harder.

“Please, Y/N. Whenever you’re hurting, please talk to me about it. I’ll be there for you. I’ll be your light in your darkness. I won’t ever leave you,” he continues to whisper words into your ear.

(BTS’s song Blue and Grey was playing while I was writing this and oml, it’s making me emotional)

“Yunho,” you breathe out.

He pulls away slightly so he could look you in the eye. “If you need space, I’ll give you space, but if you need someone to lean on, I’ll always be there for you. So please, don’t ever hurt yourself ever again,” Yunho pleads, tears in his eyes.

Realizing how much you’ve hurt Yunho, you graze your hands against the side of his face. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Yunho,” you apologize softly.

Yunho starts crying.

This time, you hug him.

You didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

After Yunho calmed down, he sits down next to you with the first aid kit. He was rinsing out your wounds with antibiotic. It stung, but you still managed to talk with him.

“I thought your depression was getting better,” Yunho said quietly.

You purse your lips. “It was, but the things my mom said today just reawakened all of those feelings, and it was too much for me to bear. I needed something else to drown out those feelings and memories...”

Yunho stares at your cuts. “I wish I could tell you to ignore your parents and that you’ll feel better soon, but I know it doesn’t work like that,” he says.

“It’s alright, Yunho. You already offered to be my light in my darkness, so I think I’ll be getting better. Maybe not soon, but eventually,” you give his hand a comforting squeeze.

Yunho sighs for probably the hundredth time now.

You also sigh with him. “It was dumb of me,” you said. “I knew I shouldn’t have resorted to cutting, but here we are.”

Yunho shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. You had it really rough until I found you in the river. You’ve endured those kinds of words and actions for so many years. I’m sure those years have built up and were unbearable, to the point where you tried taking your own life.” Yunho puts bandages on your arm, covering the cut marks. “Did you used to cut?”

“No,” you admit. “I’ve always refrained from doing it, either by reason or fear. But today, I was just so... desperate.”

Yunho hums in response.

“Well,” Yunho starts. “It’s been a long day. I think you should get some sleep.”

You pause. “Yunho?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I... sleep with you tonight?” you ask.

Yunho blinks at you several times. “Uh- I-I guess,” he says timidly.

“I just don’t want to be alone tonight,” you explain quickly.

He nods. “I know, it was just so sudden,” Yunho says as he offers you his hand.

You stand up and finally get off of the bathroom floor.

As Yunho walked you to your bedroom, you noticed San sitting outside your room.

“Y/N!!” San exclaims the second he sees you.

San gives you a big bear hug before you have time to respond to him.

“You worried me sick!” San says, his voice shaky.

You felt really bad for making the boys worry.

You hug San back, and you hear him let out a sigh of relief.

“Please don’t scare us like that again,” San says.

“I’ll try not to,” you give San a small smile.

He pouts before letting you go. “I’ll let you get some sleep,” he said as he waves at you and Yunho.

After you had changed into your pajamas, the rest of the boys came up to check on you. You had worried all of them, and they had to actually see you (and physically hug you) to make sure you were alright.

Now, you were laying in Yunho’s bed, cuddling up in his bed covers. Yunho was busy getting ready for bed with a few other of the boys.

You were reflecting on your actions, and you deeply regretted resorting to cutting. You were ashamed.

Yunho came in as you were on the verge of crying again. He noticed right away.

“Y/N,” he softly called out.

You looked at him.

“What did I tell you earlier?” he asks just as softly.

You continue to stare at him.

“Let me be your light,” he says, walking up to your side of the bed. He sits down on the edge of the bed and brushes your hair out of your face. He tucks a stray strand behind your ear.

You close your eyes at his touch.

“Don’t worry so much,” Yunho whispers. “Me and the others boys are here for you.”

You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep as Yunho continued to stroke your head.

Yunho’s quiet whisper was the last thing you heard before you succumbed to slumber.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

~To be continued :) A/N: I’m sorry if the emotions/cutting isn’t... accurate, per se? I tried my best, but I haven’t actually been victim to this. I just wanted to try my hand at angst.

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I’m sorry I haven’t been writing ;w;

I’ve been busy with work and I’ve also been kind of stressed, but I’m getting things figured out, so I should be uploading around the end of this week. I have started the next part for Love Yourself, so yesssss. Again, I’m really sorry for not uploading lately. Please forgive me ;-;

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{ATEEZ Yunho FF} Love Yourself (pt 4)

~Rating: Teen~ ~Yunho x fem.reader~ ~This is fictional~

Trigger warnings: Suicidal themes, self hate, and anything else that might be related

P.S. Sorry for grammatical errors/spelling mistakes ^^;

I’m sorry this took so long to get out ;w;  I really have been getting super distracted by k-dramas that I forget to write. But I can 100% recommend the True Beauty kdrama adaptation AND Tale of the Nine-Tailed. Please watch the latter one, because omg, it’s so good-

(Hello sir)

You shiver as hands run down your sides. Your shirt has been left forgotten on the floor, but you still had your skirt on.

The hands find their way on your thighs and gently massage them. You bite your lip as the man in front of you leans down.

His lips gently graze against your neck, making you squirm. You feel him smirk into the kisses. He slowly and teasingly trails kisses from your neck down to your collarbone. The kisses start getting progressively hotter and sloppier. He continues down under your bra and to your stomach. You sigh at the feeling, plus his hands going up and down your legs.

He goes back up and nibbles lightly on your earlobe.

“Ah, Yunho,” you quietly sigh out.

He makes eye contact with you, his eyes dark. He leans in to kiss you on the lips. You kiss back eagerly. He pulls on your lip with his teeth, but he doesn’t give you tongue.

Getting frustrated, you lick his bottom lip seductively.

He grins at you as you two start making out passionately. You felt one of his hands playing with the hem of your skirt. Needing to touch him, you push your hands up under his shirt and trace your fingers on his stomach and chest.

He accidentally bit onto your lip harder than usual, making you groan. His fingers dig into your thighs at the sound.

He pulls away to stare at you.

“Yunho...” you whisper his name.

Yunho’s hands pull down your skirt.

~

You slowly blink open your eyes.

A dream?

Your eyes shoot open at the realization. A dream?? Of Yunho??? And not only just of him but of him and you...

You sit up in your bed, covering your face with your hands. You could feel the heat rush to your head.

A knock on the door alerts you.

“Y-Yes?” you croak.

The door opens to reveal the man that appeared in your dreams. You curse internally.

“Are you okay?” Yunho asked. “I thought I heard something from your room?”

You shake your head. “N-No, it’s nothing,” you dismiss, your voice shaky.

Yunho gives you a concerned look. “Are you sure? You’re red,” he said as he walked closer to you. He places a head on your forehead, checking your temp.

“You seem warm,” he murmured.

You swat his hand away, your heart not handling his touch. “It really isn’t anything,” you mutter, not able to look him in the eye.

He pats your head gently. “If you say so,” he said.

You look up at him, biting your lip as you remembered what he did to you in your dream. You check him out without realizing it.

He noticed however.

Yunho started to blush at the attention. “Uh, Y/N?”

You snap out of it and realize what you were doing. Your eyes widen, and you quickly get out of the bed and push Yunho out the door.

“I-.. I gotta change clothes!” you said hurriedly as you close the door on the confused boy.

You lean your back against the bedroom door, your heart beating wildly and your breathing very uneven.

“Get a grip, Y/N,” you mutter to yourself.

Shaking yourself, you get changed.

A few weeks have passed since you moved in with ATEEZ, and you won’t deny the fact that you’ve... starting developing feelings for Yunho. You didn’t realize it until a few days ago, when you were talking to San about it.

~

“Hey, San?” you question him.

He glances up at you. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You scratch your neck. “I need to ask you something.”

He puts his phone away and pats the seat next to him.

You sit down on the couch with him. “So,” you pause. “I need your opinion on something.”

San nods. “Okay.”

Fiddling with a ring on your finger, you think about how to word it.

“I...” you start. “You’re not allowed to tell anyone else about this, but whenever I see Yunho, I get excited and nervous. I think about him a lot, and I always get really flustered whenever we touch...”

San’s eyes widen and he smiles widely at you.

“What am I feeling, San?” you ask, worried that it’s what you think it is.

“You like him, Y/N,” San states. “You like him as more than a friend.”

You groan and put your head in your hands. It’s as you’ve feared.

~

You pout in thought as you walk down to the kitchen. You grab a piece of bread and slap some jam on it. You’re nibbling on the bread as San and Jongho enter the kitchen.

San runs up to you. “How’s it going with your crush?” he said, wiggling his brows.

You slap San’s shoulder, trying to give him a look that says “shut up”.

“A crush?” Jongho says, grabbing an apple. He had a shocked but amused look on his face. “On who?”

San gives you puppy eyes. You sigh. “Fine, you can tell him, but only him.”

San turns to Jongho. “She likes Yunho,” he announces.

Jongho breaks the apple in half. “I’m not surprised,” he says before taking a bite of the apple half.

You lean against the counter. “I don’t know if I want to tell him,” you admit.

“Why not?” Jongho asks through a mouthful of apple. “He probably likes you back.”

“You think so?”

Jongho and San nod. “We can ask,” San says. “Yunho basically tells us everything.”

You’re about to voice your opinion when Wooyoung and Mingi yell excitedly from the living room.

“Guess what we bought??” you heard Woo yell.

Popping the rest of the bread into your mouth, you share a look with San and Jongho before walking into the living room.

The others have already gathered around the two excited boys.

Wooyoung pulls out a small machine from behind his back. Squinting at it, you realize it’s a lie detector.

“Let’s use it!” Wooyoung suggests excitedly.

The boys gather around in a circle, and you decide to join them. Placing yourself between San and Jongho, Wooyoung gives Hongjoong the lie detector.

“You don’t like living with us,” Woo accuses.

Hongjoong scoffs and places his hand on the lie detector. “False,” he said confidently.

The machine dings, saying he’s telling the truth. The boys groan at the disappointing result. You laugh at their shenanigans.

Hongjoong gives the machine to San. “You don’t like Wooyoung.”

San gasps dramatically. “How could you!” San glares at Hongjoong as he firmly places his hand on it. “I love Wooyoung,” he says with a proud, confident smile.

The detector buzzes. San winces, but he keeps his hand on the machine. Wooyoung looks so heartbroken.

“I endured the pain for you,” San said to Woo.

Wooyoung doesn’t look at San. “Whatever,” he said.

San pouts at him. You chuckle.

“Oh come on, you know it’s not accurate,” you said.

Wooyoung gives me a look before sighing. “Okay, I believe you, San.”

San quickly gives Wooyoung a bone-crushing hug.

He turns to Yunho soon though. A mischievous grin spreads across his face. You realize what’s going to do too late.

“Yunho, you like Y/N as more than a friend,” he said before handing the machine to Yunho.

He gives you a look, a slight pink on his face. He places his hand on the silver ball. “I...” he gives you one more glance before looking down at his hand. “I...don’t,” he said quietly.

The boys all yell and whoop as the lie detector buzzes. Yunho flinches at the pain.

Your eyes widen. You remind yourself that it isn’t accurate, but you couldn’t help yourself getting excited.

Yunho gives the machine to Jongho. “You’re only exercising just to beat up all of your hyungs.”

Jongho makes eye contact with every single ATEEZ member and says “That’s right.” The members choke as the machine chimes.

Jongho gives them a cocky smile. They all suddenly start sucking up to the strong maknae. You smile, watching them, but you notice Yunho is still acting off. He’s still got a blush, and he’s playing with a bracelet he has on.

You’re caught off guard when Jongho addresses you.

“Y/N,” he says. You turn to look at the boy next to you. “You want to kiss Yunho,” he teases.

You felt Yunho’s stare on you as you reddened. Jongho’s suggestion reminded you of your dream, and you knew you were getting redder yet. You slap your hand onto the lie detector.

“I... do,” you admit, hoping the thing will buzz and give you a shock.

You wait in suspense at its decision.

It chimes.

Your eyes widen. San shoves your shoulder before whispering at you. “Why’d you say that?”

“I-I thought it’d say it was a lie!” you said, extremely flustered at the teasing the boys were giving you and Yunho.

San sighs and rolls his eyes before a sinister look takes over his face.

He quickly gets up and pushes you towards Yunho. You fall into Yunho’s lap. You make eye contact with Yunho, and you notice he’s also blushing madly. Embarrassed, you scramble away from your crush. You swallow thickly before running up to your room.

San and Jongho yell out to you, worried they took the teasing too far.

You lock your door and flop onto your bed. You hide your face in your pillow and groan loudly.

A knock on the door makes you look up.

“Who... who is it?”

Silence. You decide to let whoever it is in. You open the door to see a flustered Yunho.

You’re about to close the door, but he quickly places a hand against the board of wood and pushes on it, forcing it open. He wasn’t looking at you though.

“...Okay, come in,” you said shyly.

Yunho quietly steps into your room. You close the door behind him, not wanting the other boys listening in.

You breathe deeply to compose yourself. That dream was still fresh in your mind.

You sit down on your bed, looking at Yunho. He still hasn’t made eye contact with you.

“So...” you say.

Yunho bites down on his lip before finally looking at you. He pauses at the sight of you. Your hair was a bit messy from when you were laying on your bed, and you were much smaller than him, especially since you were sitting.

He quietly whispers something.

“I couldn’t hear you,” you said.

He speaks up a bit but looks away. “Was it true?”

You inhale sharply, knowing exactly what he’s referring to.

You gulp. “I.....” you clutch your bed sheets. “I won’t... lie... it was true,” you admit.

Yunho blushes at your bluntness.

“How about you?” you ask, feeling a bit bold for some reason. “The lie detector said it was a lie that you didn’t like me as more than a friend.”

Yunho’s blush deepens.

Suddenly, his expression changes, and his lips are on yours.

Your heart skips a beat or three.

Yunho has a hand on the back of your neck, and his lips move rhythmically against yours. You finally kiss him back. You lean back, letting Yunho pin you to your bed. You wrap an arm around his neck and put your other hand in his hair, tugging softly.

Yunho quickens the pace of the kiss. He presses down on you more. He pulls away to look you in the eyes.

You breathe out, staring deeply into his deep brown eyes.

“Yunho.. why?” you ask, breathless.

He leans his forehead against yours. “I do like you,” he admits. “But I think we should wait a little bit longer before we date officially. We’ve only known each other for a few months.”

You pout. “Then what about that kiss?”

Yunho slides a hand down your neck, making you shiver.

“Right now, let’s ignore what I just said. I want to enjoy you some more,” he said, his voice lowering.

Blushing at his forwardness, you lean up to kiss him but he pulls away slightly, a smirk on his face. 

You pout at him teasing you. He glances at your neck.

“Are you sensitive there?” he asks as he traces a finger down your neck again.

You bite your lip at the feel before nodding.

Yunho painfully slowly leans down and gives your neck a soft kiss. The touch tingles. He leaves a few more soft kisses on your neck, teasing you still.

“Yunho,” you groan, frustrated.

You feel his hot breath on your ear. “What? Want more passionate kisses?”

You whine as he firmly plants his lips on your neck. You swallow as he sucks on your neck.

He eventually finds your sweet spot, and you moan as he leaves a hickey there.

He moves back up to your lips, and you two make out until someone knocks on the door.

“Y/N?” You recognized San’s voice. “Are you okay? I’m sorry about pushing you into Yunho. I took the teasing too far,” he said, regret obvious in his voice.

You push Yunho off of you. The door slowly opens a second later.

San glances at you then at Yunho. His eyes widen in realization when his eyes catch sight of the hickey on your neck.

“Oh, sorry for interrupting... should I just leave?” he asks, a teasing look in his eyes.

Sighing, you wave him in.

He steps into the room, a little timid now.

“I really am sorry,” San apologized again.

“It’s alright,” you said. “Just don’t do that again.”

San nods meekly. 

Happy with the ways things have turned out, you flop down onto your bed, letting the tension leave your body.

“So are you two... a thing?” San asks in a light voice.

Yunho coughs a little. “No,” he said.

“No??” San questions.

You let Yunho answer. You’re too tired to really care much.

“We’re going to wait a few weeks, maybe. We’ve only known each other for a couple months, so maybe we’ll test the waters and go on a couple of dates before making things official,” Yunho says.

That made you look up.

“Dates?” You ask.

Yunho nods. “Why not?” he says with a shrug. “That’s the traditional term for dating anyway. Making sure you know each other and compatible enough to take the next step of being boyfriend/girlfriend.”

“Ah...” you look away, a light blush on your face.

San smiles widely at you two. “Well, I guess it worked out in the end.”

You glare at him, a pout on your lips. “Don’t take credit,” you warn.

San pouts back at you, but he quickly thinks of something. “Should I buy you some tteokbokki?”

You gasp in excitement. “Oh, please! Make it cheese tteokbokki, and spice level 3.”

San whistles at your bold choice. “Alright,” he says as he whips out his phone to place the order.

You sit on the edge of your bed in anticipation. San dramatically presses down on his phone.

“Ordered!” he exclaims.

You clap. “Thank you, Sannie~” you say as you stand up and give his head a pat.

If San was in an anime, you could tell dog ears would pop out of his hair and a tail would spring out from somewhere and wag back and forth aggressively.

He was cute, but Yunho was cuter.

You chuckle at your thoughts. You take a glance over your shoulder to see Yunho giving you puppy dog eyes, making you break out in laughter, making both boys confused.

You walk over to Yunho, giving him a pat on the head too.

“There there, who’s a good boy?” you coo.

Yunho glares at you, but he smiles at you soon enough anyway.

You give him a sweet smile as you think about how this adorable golden retriever teddy bear, who was also very dangerous when he wanted to be, might be your boyfriend in a month or two.

You sit down next to Yunho, and San sits down on the floor in front of you and Yunho. You guys talk until you hear the doorbell chime. You immediately get off of the bed and dash down the stairs, San following with cash.

You open the door, eagerly greeting the delivery boy.

San shoves you out of the way so he can pay the poor, confused boy.

“Keep the change,” San says as he grabs the tteokbokki. The boy is about to object to the wad of cash in his hands, but San closed the door on him.

“That was nice but also rude of you,” you said teasingly.

San rolls his eyes. “Here’s your tteokbokki, you vulture,” he says with a smile, his dimples visible.

You grab your food and go hide in a corner to enjoy the spicy but cheesy rice cakes for yourself.

~Time skip to one week later~

You were in the dance studio by yourself. You were preparing to film a dance cover, and you prepared a heel chair dance to River.

(that’s you and pretend there are no backup dancers XD)

You were breathing heavily at the end of it. You flop down onto the floor and grab your water bottle.

Clapping from the door startles you. You turn around to see Yunho standing there, awe in his eyes.

“Wow,” he breathed out.

“Ah, did you see?” you ask, flustered.

He nods. “You’ve improved so fast,” he said, still stunned.

You blush at the compliment. “Well, I did have an amazing teacher,” you compliment back.

Yunho shakes his head. “But dancing in heels already?” he asks.

You shrug. “I wear heels a lot,” you say casually.

He sits down next to you. “I gotta say, that was a pretty sexy dance.”

You choke on your water. “Excuse me?” you ask, shy.

Yunho looks away, a faint blush on his cheeks. “I thought it was sexy and powerful,” he repeated.

You blush deeply at his compliments. “What’s with you today?” you ask, trying to seem annoyed but he knew you weren’t.

“What? I can’t compliment you?” he said.

You pout before downing some more water.

Yunho chuckles at your reaction. “Wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

You almost choke again, but you caught yourself. “W-Where?”

Yunho shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe go check out some stores, get some coffee and/or ice cream, talk a walk in the park...” he lists off ideas.

You hum. “I like the coffee and ice cream idea,” you say. “And the park.”

Yunho nods in agreement. “A chill date sounds nice,” he says as he sighs, closing his eyes.

“Hm? Are you okay?” you ask, worried he might be sick.

“Oh yeah, I’m just tired,” he said.

“Why?”

“I was up all night, playing video games with the boys,” Yunho murmurs.

“Ahh.” You watch him from the corner of your eye. You didn’t really believe him.

Yunho gets up and starts stretching.

“Dancing?” you ask.

He nods. “Why else would I be here?” he asks, an eyebrow raised.

“Hmm, I don’t know... I wasn’t sure if you might’ve been.... stalking me,” you tease.

He rolls his eyes. “No, thanks,” he said.

You huff. You watch Yunho dance for a while before accidentally falling asleep in the studio.

When you woke up, you were laying in your bed.

You sit up to see San leaving a glass of water on your nightstand.

“Oh, you’re awake!”

You rub at your head. “Didn’t I fall asleep in the studio?”

San nods. “Yeah, but you were out so deeply that Yunho carried you to his car and brought you here without waking you up.”

“.....Oh.”

San laughs. “Whatever, just drink some water and take a shower since you’re still sweaty,” he sticks his tongue out at the end of the sentence.

“YAH!” you throw a pillow at him as he runs out of your room.

Sighing and shaking your head, you chug down the water and drag yourself to the shower.

Tomorrow’s your date with Yunho.

You quietly squeal as the hot water runs down your body. What were you going to wear? Should you do extra makeup or leave it a natural look? What kind of perfume? Which necklace? Oh, so much to do and so little time...

~To be continued

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Let’s talk Choi San’s duality

OMG, I’M SORRY ;w;

I keep forgetting to write. I always get distracted by k-dramas ever since I subscribed to viki. As an apology from lack of uploading LY, I made this random post lmao

Okay. Look at him. He’s pure. He’s innocent. He’s adorable. There’s no way he can be anything but those things-

.................okay then

Yes. Choi San has multiple personalities-

Jk jk. But I mean, he can go from soft to... Sa(ta)n. Like, hello?

Do you have any idea how hard it is to write for this boy? In every scenario, he could go one of at least two ways.

Like the “calling them daddy” thing I wrote. San could easily get flustered and become a shy bean OR HE COULD JUST TAKE YOU RIGHT THERE AND THEN.

Treasure’s song “MMM” is playing rn, and I don’t know how to feel. Please, send help, I’m dying over here.

Need more examples? All right.

You and San get into a fight:

He would either apologize with puppy dog eyes, almost on the verge of tears while raining praise upon you

or he would  spank  punish you.

San becomes jealous:

He’d either be a super cute pouty baby and trying to get your attention, or he would show you that he was the only man that you had time for by dragging you off somewhere to make out with you and/or more (if in a public space. Maybe he’d wait until you got home to force you onto the bed)

His reaction to you doing a sensual dance:

He’d join you dancing or he’d join you in bed.

I could go on, but I’m too tired to think of more, plus I have to shower.

This is the most raw post I could’ve made lmao.

I hope you enjoyed this random thing I composed

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ATEEZ scenario: You calling them “daddy”

Please forgive any grammatical errors, I’ll proofread later and fix any mistakes I find  ^^;

This is to make up for lack of posts. I’ve been working a lot, and watching k-dramas a lot too, so I haven’t written much the past few days. Please, be patient and I’ll have pt 4 of LY up sometime this week ;;

Hongjoong:

You were chilling with San and Mingi in the recording studio. Hongjoong was recording his lines for an upcoming album, and of course, his iconic giggle was before his rap in most of the songs.

The producer told him to redo the giggle, and Hongjoong did it flawlessly. However, you wanted to tease him so when he came out of the recording booth, you decide to “compliment” him.

“That giggle was pretty hot, daddy,” you said casually.

Mingi noticeably gets embarrassed, San stares at you in shock for a second before laughing, and Hongjoong just gives you this glare, his ears red.

You were smirking at him as he walked over to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Save that for the bedroom, baby.”

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa and the other members were practicing the choreography to “Answer”. As always, San and Wooyoung would doing the hip thrusts as a joke, but Seonghwa was legitimately trying to improve his thrusts.

He kept practicing the one move, and it was honestly starting to bother you. Deciding it’d be best to embarrass him, you ask him a question with the most evil smirk on your face.

“Are you practicing for tonight, daddy?”

Seonghwa whips his head around to stare at you in shock while the other members freeze at your words. Some of them recover quickly and start to tease Seonghwa about it while others are too traumatized to talk.

Seonghwa recovers from the initial shock and smirks back at you.

“Maybe I am.”

Yunho:

Yunho had been teasing you in front of the other members all day. He had been calling you pet names and even suggestive names, which took you by surprise. He was typically innocent when it came to nicknames, but today was different. He’d call you “sexy” and even “babygirl”. You had no idea why or where it came from.

You had just entered the living room to watch a movie with them, but you noticed there were no available spaces on the couch. Sighing, you’re about to sit down on the floor when Yunho speaks up.

“You can sit on my lap, babygirl,” he said nonchalantly.

Over all the nicknames, you give him your most fake sweet smile. “Okay, daddy,” you said in a high-pitched voice before plopping down on him.

You take a glance at his face to realize you had thoroughly embarrassed him. His face had turned a dark red and the other members kept making jokes about it, making him even more embarrassed.

You were satisfied though. You gave him a wink before turning back to the TV. Yunho’s hands find a place on your thighs though.

“Call me ‘daddy’ when we’re alone later, babygirl,” he whispered into your ear.

Yeosang:

You were laying on the couch, bored as you scroll through your newsfeed. Wooyoung and Seonghwa were busy talking about who knows what. Yeosang joined you on the couch, so you quickly put your head in his lap and continued laying in your position. A random boyfriend prank showed up, and you decided to try it. Glancing at the time, you realized it was almost time for dinner.

“What’s for dinner, daddy?” you ask without even looking at Yeosang.

You heard Seonghwa and Wooyoung choke before Woo started cracking up. You glanced at Seonghwa to see him giving you a disapproving look and shake of his head.

You turn your attention to Yeosang, who was staring at you, his ears red and a light blush on his cheeks.

You were about to apologize when Yeosang leaned down to murmur quietly so that the others can’t hear.

“I never liked being called ‘daddy’, but hearing that come from you was so sexy.”

(I need holy water after seeing this gif, omg)

San:

You sigh as you throw yourself off of the bed. San was supposed to back with your soda by now. You open the door and head to the kitchen. You spot San’s pink hair from the living room and yell out to him.

“What’s taking so long, daddy?”

He quickly turns around to stare at you, his eyes widening with panic and his face steadily becoming red.

Confused, since you call him that a lot (it’s kind of a joke between you two), you enter the kitchen. That’s when you notice Jongho, Hongjoong, and Yeosang sitting at the counter.

They all look at you, giving you looks of disgust. Flustered, you grab San’s wrist and drag him out of the kitchen and up to the bedroom. You throw yourself back onto the bed and groan loudly.

“I thought you were alone,” you mutter into the blankets.

San chuckles. “I got your soda,” he said.

You thank him as you try to grab it from him, but he won’t let go of the bottle.

“You can have it if you call me ‘daddy’ again.”

Mingi:

You and ATEEZ were at a restaurant, enjoying the end of promotional activites. You were all having a fun time, and you were... getting a bit tipsy.

Feeling bold and wanting to embarrass your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend, you turn to Mingi.

“Can you pour me another glass of soju?”

He nods. “Sure,” he said as he tips the bottle to pour the clear liquid into your glass.

“Thank you, daddy,” you said with a lip bite.

Mingi froze. The other boys froze. You sat there, taking your shot of soju.

“What???” San yells out, covering his shocked smile with a hand. The others start laughing and teasing Mingi.

You notice the poor boy sinks into his chair, embarrassed at all of the unwanted attention.

You lean over to apologize when he glares at you suddenly.

“You’re getting punished once we get back, baby,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.

Wooyoung:

You and Wooyoung were chilling in the living room, watching movies and cuddling. Wooyoung, being the overly affectionate man child that he is, kept placing kisses on your face and head. He would cuddle you aggressively, but you really didn’t mind. He needed physical interaction and you were okay with that.

However, you were trying to enjoy the movie and he kept blocking your view everytime he tried kissing you. So you avoided his kisses, making him pout.

“Baby, please, give me a kiss,” he whined.

You sigh loudly. “Fine, daddy,” you said sarcastically.

You turn your head towards him so he can give you a kiss, but he’s just staring at you, confused and flustered.

You heard “OOOOO’s” and shocked gasps from somewhere in the darkness. Someone turns the light switch on, revealing Yeosang and San staring at you two.

“YAH!” You shock, embarrassed they heard you call Wooyoung “daddy”, even if it was a joke.

They quickly run away, but not before wishing “daddy Wooyoung” luck. You sigh, feeling your face heat up.

You felt Wooyoung’s hand on the side of your neck, tilting your head up. He gave you a more passionate kiss than his previous pecks.

“I like hearing ‘daddy’ come out of your mouth,” he said, a seductive tone in his voice.

Jongho:

You tagged along with ATEEZ to the gym. Seonghwa and San were working on toning their abs, Yeosang was working on his arm muscles, and the others were just doing other basic workouts.

Jongho was doing pull ups, and you were watching him while taking a sip from his water bottle. You forgot yours, so you’re... borrowing his. You were tired from your workouts but watching Jongho made you feel a bit more energized. You walk over to where he was so easily doing pull ups, and he made eye contact with you.

You were entranced by the way his arm muscles flexed as he pulled himself upward.

“Looking good, daddy,” you said accidentally. You immediately cover your mouth, and Jongho lets go of the bar, managing to land on his feet without falling over from shock.

Mingi and Hongjoong were closest to you guys, so they heard what you said.

“D-Daddy?” Mingi squeaked in shock.

Hongjoong gives you and Jongho a look of disgust.

San overheard Mingi’s repeat of the word and gave Jongho a glance. “Not our maknae!!” he objects.

Embarrassed and shy from your careless slip of the word, you hide yourself in Jongho’s chest.

His arms wrap around and you feel his breath on your ear as he murmurs to you in a low, sexy voice.

“Only call me ‘daddy’ when we’re alone, okay, babygirl?”

[isoldmysoultokpop]

{ATEEZ Yunho FF} Love Yourself (pt 3)

~Rating: Teen~ ~Yunho x fem.reader~ ~This is fictional~

Trigger warnings: Suicidal themes, self hate, and anything else that might be related

(Go stream Fireworks xD)

P.S. Sorry for grammatical errors/spelling mistakes ^^;

(I see why you guys simp for Yunho. Joong’s actually my bias, and San was my bias wrecker, but ever since I had a dream of me dating Yunho, he’s just been looking so fine-)

You groan as you slowly wake up. Early morning sunlight was shining into the living room.

...Living room?

You process where you are.

“Oh, you’re awake?”

You glance up. You were still leaning against Yunho, but you had a blanket over you now.

Yunho’s dark brown eyes had a curious gleam to them. He had his phone in his left hand.

“I-....” you blink the sleep away. Realization finally dawns upon you. You pull away from Yunho quickly, but since you weren’t fully awake, you become dizzy.

“Ahh, easy, Y/N,” Yunho said while holding your arms to steady you.

You look out the window and the sunlight. “What time is it?” you demand.

Yunho glances at his phone. “Almost 7:30am; why?”

You freeze. It was almost 8am. Your parents always came into your room by 8 to make sure you were awake. If they find you gone, who knows what’ll happen when you get home later?

“I... I need to go now,” you mutter as you stand up. You stagger a little bit, but Yunho stabilizes you again.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I need to get home; my parents are going to find out I’m gone soon. They’re going to kill me when I get home,” you said in an obvious panic.

Yunho curses under his breath, which takes you by surprise. “Give me five minutes, and I can drive you to your place,” he said.

“Okay, but hurry it up, please,” you said impatiently.

He nods before dashing up the stairs that you hadn’t realized were there until now. You chew on your bottom lip while you start to pace around the living room.

Footsteps on the stairs makes you look up. You were expecting to see Yunho but a mop of pink hair catches you eye. San had noticed you too.

“Oh, Y/N? You’re still here?” he said, his voice deep and weary. He obviously just woke up.

“Yeah, but Yunho will be taking me home soon,” you reply quickly.

San yawns. “What’s the rush?”

You didn’t reply. He gave you an inquisitive look, but he didn’t pry.

Yunho rushed down the stairs, almost barreling into San. “Sorry, San!” Yunho yelled over his shoulder as he grabbed car keys off of a table.

He gestured for you to follow him out the door, so you run over there and slip on your shoes. You give San a quick wave before leaving the house. Yunho unlocks his car, and you sit in shotgun.

“You’re going to have to give me directions or your address,” he said as you both buckled up.

After a bit of figuring out where you were, you managed to guide Yunho to your home. You had him park a bit away from the house so your parents wouldn’t suspect anything if they happened to look out the window. You thank Yunho and hurriedly make your way back to your window. You slip inside as quietly as possible. You glance at your clock.

7:54am.

You breathe a sigh of relief. You change into todays clothes, and right on cue, your parents knock on the door.

“I’m awake,” you yell.

The door opens regardless. Your mom looks inside. “What time did you get home last night?”

You curse internally. “Late,” you reply vaguely.

Your mom raises an eyebrow. “You weren’t home all day, and we contacted your friends. You weren’t with them, so where were you?”

You chew the inside of your cheek.

“I know you weren’t at work either,” she said.

You sigh. “Is it wrong of me to go out by myself?”

Your mom huffs. “It is when you don’t tell us,” she said.

“I’m an adult, mom,” you reply flatly.

“Then act like one,” she snaps. “If you’re going somewhere, you have to tell us.”

You bite on your lip to prevent yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Don’t do that again,” is all your mom says before leaving.

Groaning, you grab your phone and text Yunho.

You: Yunho T-T

Yunho: Are you okay??

You: I don’t know

Yunho: What happened?

You: My mom scolded me for not telling her or dad where I went

Yunho: But you’re an adult?

You: That’s what I said!!

Yunho: Did you tell her about me and the others?

You: No, and I won’t ever

Yunho: Then if you’re supposed to tell them where you’re going, how are you gonna hang with us? TT

You: I’ll just sneak out at night

Yunho: At night??

You: The day is too suspicious. It’d be better if they’re asleep

Yunho: We all need sleep tho

You: Uuugh

Yunho: Oh i know!

You: ?

Yunho: We use a dance studio a lot; how about you say you’re taking lessons?

You: They’d never support me taking dance lessons

Yunho: Hmm, then use a cover

You: Lie to them?

Yunho: Don’t word it so bluntly ^^;

You: I mean, that’s what it is.

Yunho: ^^;

You: I’ll do it

Yunho: Really??

You: Yeah, why not? I’ll just tell them I’m taking etiquette lessons or smth

Yunho: Alright! Can we meet up tomorrow then??

You: So soon

Yunho: Sorry T-T

You: Nah, it’s fine. I got time tomorrow, so I’ll see you then

Yunho: Oh! Does early afternoon work?

You: Yeah, it should. I’ll show up at your place around 2?

Yunho: That works, except how about I pick you up?

You: Yes, please TT

Yunho: Haha okay

You smile. Tomorrow should be fun.

The rest of your day was uneventful. Just some more hate from your parents and “friends”, but you managed to keep yourself going by thinking about Yunho and the boys. You got to see them tomorrow, and that made you feel better.

You finally made it to night, and you were getting comfy for a good nights rest. Your phone chimed. Yunho had sent you a “See you tomorrow! Good night :)” text. You smiled and said “good night” back before finally falling asleep.

~

You woke up late, so you just got ready for your day with ATEEZ. You decided to wear a black, short sleeve crop top and some leggings. You headed down the stairs and made your way to the front door before yelling out loud enough for your parents to hear.

“I’m heading out, I don’t know when I’ll be back!”

Your mom and dad come out from the living room.

“Where are you going?” you dad asked in suspicion.

“Do I really have to tell you?” I ask, trying to feign innocence.

“Yes,” your mom said.

You sigh. “Well, I wanted it to be a surprise for you guys, but I’ve been taking etiquette lessons in secret.”

Your parents’ eyes widen. “Really?” your mom asked.

You nod. “Yeah, I was hoping to do something right, so I scheduled some lessons with a private tutor.”

Your mom raises an eyebrow. “Can we have the contact information for this person?”

You bite your lip. You weren’t prepared for this. Apologizing internally, you give Yunho’s number to your parents. Your dad nods and signals that you’re free to leave.

“Bye,” you said hurriedly and left the house. You wanted to run, but you couldn’t or else you’d raise suspicion. So you just sped walked.

You finally reach Yunho’s car and open the shotgun door.

“Eager much?” Yunho teased.

You quickly shake your head. “You haven’t been called yet, have you?”

“Mm, no?”

You breathe a sigh of relief. “I told my parents that I was taking etiquette lessons from a private tutor. They wanted this ‘tutors’ number... so I kind of gave them your number...”

Yunho gapes at you. “What??”

“I’m sorry!! It was the only thing I could think of right away,” you apologized, not able to make eye contact with him.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I guess I can pretend to be your tutor. Will they be mad that I’m a guy?”

You chew on your bottom lip. “I hope not,” you mutter.

Yunho shrugs. “For now, let’s head to the house,” he said while driving back out into the street.

The car ride was quiet. You reached their house soon enough, but it was a mildly awkward car ride.

You get out of the car and head up to the front door. Yunho’s close behind you and he opens the door.

San greets you guys right away.

“Hi, Y/N!!” he said cheerfully.

“Hey, San,” you said with a smile.

You noticed most of them were ready to head out. You raise an eyebrow. “Are we going somewhere?”

Yunho chuckles. “Well, I didn’t lie when I said we frequent a dance studio. We’ll be heading there today,” he explained.

Your eyes lit up. Soon enough, you were at a dance studio. They apparently rented a room for half a day quite often.

Once in the room, all of the boys drop their bags and water bottles next to the wall. You sit down next to their stuff.

“Y/N, won’t you join us?” San asked you.

You shake your head. “No, I don’t know how to dance,” you said sadly.

Wooyoung pipes up. “We could teach you,” he offers.

“Or Yunho could. He’s one of the best dancers out of all of us,” Seonghwa said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

At the mention of Yunho, his phone starts ringing.

He looks at you and shows you his phone. Sure enough, the caller I.D. is your moms’ number. “It’s my mom,” you said.

He sighs before telling the others to remain quiet. He picks up the call. “Yes?”

You couldn’t hear your mom properly. Just some noise.

Yunho continues to stare you as your mom talks. “Yeah, Y/N’s with me,” he said.

Some more muffled noise.

“We’ve only just started our lessons a few days ago; I can’t say how quickly she’ll understand all of this etiquette,” he said.

You pout your lips.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but can we get back to our lesson? There’s much to teach.”

He rolls his eyes before saying his goodbyes and hanging up.

“She’s nice,” he said sarcastically.

You laugh at that. The others look between you and Yunho.

“What was that about?” Hongjoong inquired.

“WELL,” Yunho starts. You groan and hide your face behind your hands as you fall flat on your back in embarrassment. “Y/N thought it’d be a great idea if she gave my number to her parents and told them that I was her etiquette teacher.”

“I said I’m sorry,” you muttered behind your hands.

Yunho gives you a mischievous smirk. “So how about I actually teach you something?”

“Like what?”

“Dancing,” Yunho suggests.

You perk up. “I’m actually interested in learning how to dance,” you say quietly.

All of the boys give each other excited looks.

Yunho smiles broadly. “Alright, then! We have to stretch first,” he said as he made his way towards you.

He sat down next to you. “Here, copy me,” he said as he spread his legs out a bit and leaned forward with his arms in front of him.

You tried, but you couldn’t get far down.

“I’ll help,” Yunho said. The other boys continued to stretch, although San managed his way over towards you and Yunho eventually.

Yunho told you to keep leaning forward. You felt his hands on your shoulders, and he gently pushed down on you. You could feel the stretch of your muscles as he did so.

“Ahh, that hurts,” you whine.

Yunho chuckles. “That’s common,” he explained.

After doing a few more stretches, you watch the boys perform once before San and Yunho try teaching you the basics.

You struggle a bit at first, but you eventually get the hang of what they’re teaching you.

“Ahh, move your arms this way,” San said as he held your forearms and swung them up and down.

There was a lot of physical touch, and although you weren’t used to it, you were enjoying it. You never received physical affection from your parents so this was a new experience for you.

Yeosang clapped his hands to get you, San’s, and Yunho’s attention.

“We’re going to order food. Do you guys want anything?” he asked.

Jongho mentions that they’re getting tteokbokki, kimchi, other dishes, and they have ramen.

San asks for some Coke, and Yunho just asks for bulgogi.

They place the order. Seonghwa and Wooyoung offer to pick up the food, and they head out, saying they’ll be back in about a half hour.

The realization that it’s almost dinnertime makes you look at your phone to check the time. It was already 6pm.

You’re about to flop down on the floor when Yunho pulls you back up. “It’s good to stretch before and after you exercise,” he tells you.

You nod while yawning. You stretch with San and Yunho, and then you rest on the dance room floor.

You’re on the verge of dozing off when San and Yeosang lay down next to you.

“So you like dancing?” San asks.

You nod. “Oh yeah. It’s always been my dream to be an idol, but my parents think it’s a waste of time.”

“Oh, that sucks,” Yeosang muttered. “I’d still try becoming an idol.”

San agrees. “Who cares what they think? You’re old enough to make your own choices.”

“That’s the issue,” you said with a sigh. “I’m getting old; it would take a while to properly train me on vocals and dancing, and by the time I’m ready, I’d be too old to debut in a group. I’d either have to take up an instrument or go solo.”

San groans at the truth. Yeosang, however, proposes an idea. “Jongho has amazing singing skills. Maybe he can teach you?”

You raise an eyebrow and glance at the maknae.

He must’ve overheard because he nods.

“Can you sing, please?” you ask politely.

He smiles before obliging. You’re astonished at how well of a singer he was. He hit high notes flawlessly and without effort.

You were shook.

After he finishes, he gives you an encouraging smile. “Your turn to sing now.”

“No way!” you object. “After that, I’ll sound terrible.”

Jongho shakes his head. “I won’t know what to help you improve on if I don’t hear you sing,” he said.

Swallowing thickly, you start singing one of your favorite songs.

After you were done, the boys clapped, so it must not have been as bad as you thought.

Jongho joins the small group of you, Yeosang, and Yunho. He starts giving you singing tips and breathing techniques.

Your impromptu lesson gets interrupted by Seonghwa and Wooyoung bringing the food. Happy with how the day went, you and the boys start feasting.

~

~Large time skip~

It’s been a few months since you met Yunho and the rest of ATEEZ. Over those months, you got close to all of them, but San and Yunho in particular. You haven’t been caught by your parents yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time. They called Yunho often to ask about my etiquette progress, and he’d managed to convince them you were doing alright. You really owed him one for pretending to be an etiquette teacher when, in reality, he was your dance teacher.

Yes, you’ve been taking dance lessons from Yunho and San while Jongho and sometimes the others give you singing and even rapping lessons and tips.

You’re finally beginning to understand what Yunho meant about friendship. You’ve stopped hanging out with the people your parents got you acquainted with, although they definitely weren’t happy about that.

In regards to Yunho, you felt most comfortable around him, but you were also nervous around him. You guys often hugged in greeting and when you were saying “bye” to each other, and every time you didn’t want to let him go. You weren’t sure why, and you didn’t want to mention this to him.

You still had suicidal thoughts, but it’s gotten better. Yunho was always there to comfort you, but if you didn’t want the comfort, he would respect your wishes and keep his distance, unless you were about to do something rash.

Anyway. You were on your way to the dance studio. You were gonna be trained on singing while dancing. It’s a pretty chill song and choreography so you won’t be overdoing it.

You had just entered the dance room, and you could already feel the crackhead energy.

Sure enough, San, Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Yunho were making strange noises and faces. You shake your head, a smile on your face though. 

San notices you first.

“Hey, Y/N!” He runs up to you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You laugh, giving his arms a pat.

“Can I put my backpack down first?” you ask.

He pouts but removes his arms regardless.

The second you put the bag down, San’s arms find their way around you again. You hug him back this time. Once you two pull away, you make your way over to the others, giving them hugs too, but linger on Yunho like you always do.

“Where’s Mingi and Wooyoung?” you ask. Jongho had walked in during your hugging sess.

San huffs. “They aren’t coming today. Apparently they’re busy today,” he says, obviously upset that Wooyoung wasn’t there.

You chuckle. “Woo may not be here, but hey, at least you got me,” you joke.

San grins at you.

Yunho clears his throat. You look at him while San quietly laughs.

“We should get the lesson started,” Yunho says with a shrug.

You nod.

You were about 20 minutes in your lesson when your phone buzzes. You give Yunho an inquisitive look through the mirror. He nods, giving you permission to your silent question.

You check your phone and freeze. Yunho came over to look over your shoulder. He froze as well.

Mom: We know you’ve been lying to us. We followed you to a dance studio. What kind of etiquette lessons are these?

You didn’t know what to reply with. She just kept sending messages.

Mom: You’ve disappointed us again, like you always do.

Mom: We shouldn’t have been surprised though.

Mom: Once you get home from your “etiquette lessons”, we’ll have a nice, long talk.

You dropped your phone, fear filling you. You stumbled a bit backward, but Yunho steadied you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

San, Jongho, Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa had come over to check up on you two.

You shake your head. “I can’t go back home...”

Yunho gives you a gentle and comforting hug. “You can stay with us tonight,” he offered.

You clutch his shirt. “No, I can’t go back at all. They’ll beat me.”

Yunho’s grip on you tightened, and you heard the other boys make remarks or just noises.

Seonghwa speaks up. “We have a spare room. It’s still empty, besides some boxes. Why not move in with us?”

Hongjoong agrees. “We’ve known each other long enough. I think it’d be alright.”

The others put in their input and agreement to you moving in with them. You look up into Yunho’s deep brown eyes. He nods at you.

“Okay, but I’d still need to go back to get my stuff,” you said, sullen.

Yunho hums for a second. “How about we go to your house tonight, maybe around 1 or 2am? Your parents would most likely be asleep, and we can sneak in to get your things,” he suggested.

San lights up at the idea. “Can I come with?” He pauses. “If that’s what you decide.”

You think about it. It’s probably the best idea. Avoiding confrontation with your parents while managing to gather your things and go. You could leave them a “nice” note too.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you finally conclude. “But only Yunho and San will come with. I don’t want a large group breaking into the house,” you said.

The others nodded in understanding. “While you’re doing that, we could set up the room,” Jongho states.

Everyone settles down on the floor, and we call Mingi and Wooyoung to let them know what’s going on and our plan for tonight. We get the finer details figured out and soon enough, the mission is on its way.

You were standing outside your old home with Yunho and San. It was as dark as it could be, since it was new moon phase. The few streetlights were your only source of light, along with the few flashlights you guys brought.

“Okay, so where are we breaking in from?” San asked.

You bite down on your lower lip. “My bedroom window. It’s on the first floor so it won’t be hard,” you replied.

The boys nod, and the small group makes it way to your window. You slide it open slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible.

“Can you hoist me up, Yunho?” you ask, not wanting to risk making noise while swinging yourself in.

He nods and crouches in front of you. He opens his hands for you to step on, and you use him as a step ladder. You manage to get into your room without incident. Slowly and silently, San and Yunho climb in as well. You head to your dresser first to grab your clothes while the boys grab your shoes, bags, and accessories.

After a while of packing and freezing after dropping a few items, you finally get to personal belongings. You packed your video game consoles, a few pictures, camera, and anything else you owned that had sentimental value.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. It was about 4 in the morning now. You had been here too long for comfort. You quickly write a snarky note and leave it on your desk.

“Okay, let’s go,” you whisper urgently.

They nod in response and grab a few of your bags of belongings. You grab the remaining bags and suitcase. You three leave out the window as quietly as possible and run to the car without closing the window.

Once inside Yunho’s car, all of you loudly sigh out in relief and pent up stress. You groan silently as exhaustion finally settles in as Yunho starts driving.

San looked over the car seat since he was in shotgun, you in the back. “The others have your room mostly ready. There’s a bed with bedding at least,” he said.

“Good,” was your only reply.

You must have dozed off because before you know what happened, you’re at their house. You, San, and Yunho grab all of your belongings and take them to your room. But since you guys were too tired to carry all of the heavy things, a few things remained. San left you in your room to get those remaining bags.

“Well, that was exhausting,” you heard Yunho speak from behind you.

Startled, you quickly turn around, but from lack of sleep added with stress, you lose your balance and stumble forward. Yunho tried catching you but ultimately failed.

You wince in pain as you and Yunho collided with the floor. Opening your eyes, you make eye contact with Yunho.

You notice a light blush on his face, which makes you realize the compromising position you two were in. Yunho was on his back but propped up on his elbows. You were over him, or well, more so over his “area”. Yunho’s knees were up, but you had your arms next to his sides, thus pinning him down. You felt your face heat up quickly, and you were about to scramble away from him and apologize when a voice cuts through the awkward silence.

“I-........ should I leave?”

You turn your head so fast, you manage to crack it a bit. San was standing in the doorway, holding the rest of your things. He had a slightly flustered look, but he was smirking at you and Yunho, an obvious teasing glint in his eyes.

San sighs dramatically as he drops your bags onto the bed. “Honestly,” he sighs. “I leave you two alone for a few minutes, and I walk in on Y/N about to give Yunho a-”

“San!!” Yunho whines and scolds at the same time.

You quickly get off of Yunho and stand up. “It was an accident!”

San’s smirk widens. “Oh, was it now?”

“Yes!” You exclaim exasperated. “He startled me, so when I turned around, I lost my balance and ended up pulling him down with me.”

San laughs. “I’m teasing,” he flicks your forehead lightly.

Yunho had stood up while you and San were bantering. “If.. If that’s all, I’m going to go to bed,” he said awkwardly.

You nod. “Yeah, I can handle the rest by myself,” you say just as awkwardly.

Yunho just nods and leaves. San watches the whole thing with interest.

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” San asks.

You shake your head. “You have to be as exhausted as I am. I’ll unpack everything tomorrow. Right now, we all need sleep,” and as you were speaking, you yawned.

San smiles at you. “Alright. Have sweet dreams, Y/N.” He pauses for a second. “Maybe dream of Yunho,” he adds on with a wink.

“YAH!” You slap San’s shoulder. He escapes your room while laughing. You sigh and roll your eyes, but you were amused by his teasing.

Finding your pjs, you change into your sleepwear and haul everything off of the bed. You slip into the comfy bedding and fall asleep almost instantly.

~To be continued

[isoldmysoultokpop]

Why am I so obsessed with ATEEZ and Taemin these days?

[isoldmysoultokpop]

{ATEEZ Yunho FF} Love Yourself (pt 2)

~Rating: Teen~ ~Yunho x fem.reader~ ~This is fictional~

Trigger warnings: Suicidal themes, self hate, and anything else that might be related

(Go stream Fireworks xD)

P.S. Sorry for grammatical errors/spelling mistakes ^^;

(Yunho coming into Y/N’s life like ^)

A month had passed. You recovered quickly and was sent home a while ago. You were currently snuggled up in your blankets, eyes red from crying. Your parents were talking shit of you again the night previous.

Now you were just laying in bed, bored.

You glanced over at your night stand at your phone. You reached for it when a small white note tucked under your lamp caught your eye. You hesitated. You were reluctant to reach out to “Yunho”, but I mean, you were bored and had nothing better to do.

You grab your phone and the note. You enter in his number and text him.

You: Hey... this is Y/N. You know, the chick you pulled out of Han River.

Yunho: Oh! Hi! It’s been a month. I almost thought you weren’t gonna text me ^^;

You: I wasn’t going to, but I’m bored

Yunho: Oh

You: I figured you had an idea in mind when you gave me your number

Yunho: Yeah. Are you sure you want to hang out?

You: Duh, that’s why I’m messaging you

Yunho: Hmm, alright. Meet me at the park?

You: Okay. What time?

Yunho: Does a half hour work?

You: Sure. See you then

Yunho: Alright, see you!

You groan. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. Then again, any place would be better than home.

You got out of bed and slipped into some shorts and a hoodie. Spring was near, but it was still somewhat cold. You glanced at your bedroom door. You really didn’t want to explain where you were going to your parents, so you decided to sneak out your window. You often did this to avoid questioning.

Landing softly on the ground under your window, you start heading to the park by foot. It wasn’t far, but you knew you had to leave immediately to get there on time.

You finally made it to the park without any incidents. A few couples were there, some people were walking their dogs, and there were some kids at the playground. Glancing around, you spot Yunho on his phone. Your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Quickly looking at the notification, you see it was Yunho.

Yunho: I’m here~

In reply, you send a picture of himself to him. After seeing the pic, he looks up in your direction. You make eye contact with him.

He smiles widely at the sight of you and he jogs over to you.

“Hey!” he greets you.

“Hi,” you reply curtly.

Yunho scratches the side of his face. “Is there anywhere you want to go?”

You purse your lips. “I thought you had a plan.”

He sighs. “Only vaguely. The more time that passed without you messaging me, the less I thought of it.”

That made you feel oddly disappointment. You weren’t sure why though.

“Well, do you like sweets?” you ask him.

He nods, his eyes lighting up. “Yeah, why? Got an idea?”

You think for a second. “I do love me some street food. Maybe we can find a waffle stall.”

Yunho practically glows like a golden retriever that’s about to receive a treat and a petting. You smile the tiniest bit at his excitement.

You and Yunho head out on your mission to find a waffle stall. After a little while of walking down the street full of food stalls and some sampling, you find a cart selling waffles. You unintentionally grab Yunho’s hand and drag him over there in your excitement. Once you get there and realize you’re holding his hand, you immediately let go, a tad bit embarrassed by your antics.

The ajumeoni smiles at you and Yunho. “What can I get you today?”

You order a strawberry waffle while Yunho orders a banana one (im sorry, I’m thinking of him playing that banana as a flute- ;;). You’re about to pull out your money when Yunho immediately pays for both. You raise an eyebrow, but he just smiles at you. Shrugging it off, you turn back to behind the counter.

You watch in wonder and excitement as the ajumeoni quickly and so smoothly constructs the snack. Before you know it, she’s handing you your waffle. You thank her politely before taking a bite of the waffle. You hum in joy as you chew the fluffy waffle with the mildly tart strawberries and sweet cream.

Yunho accepts his waffle from the older lady and joins you in eating. You both continue walking down the street while eating your waffles. Some older couples running stalls try selling you and Yunho things, and more than twice, some of them mistook you two for a couple on a date. You denied it vehemently while Yunho just got flustered and shyly denied it.

You both quietly finish off the waffles and throw the paper pocketss away in a public garbage. You two just walk in a comfortable silence until you find yourself walking alongside Han River.

You stop in your tracks, staring at the water flowing past you.

Yunho notices you weren’t with him anymore and turns around. He notices you staring at the water. He walks back over to you, his hands in his pockets.

“Are you okay?” he asks. “Should we head back to the park instead?”

You continue staring at the water. You walk down to the edge of the bank and crouch down. Yunho is close behind you. You’re aware of him being near you in case you try to jump in again, but that wasn’t your plan.

Yunho crouches down next to you, giving you a worried look. You stare at your distorted reflection for a while, thinking about life. Today was fun, there was no denying that. But was it worth living the torturous life you’ve lived? Just for this tiny happiness?

Well, if you died, you might as well enjoy today. It’s been fun, so it may as well still be fun. Grinning to yourself, you quickly slash your arm out to the water, splashing Yunho in the face.

You giggle as he loses his balance and lands on his butt. He wipes the water off his face and out of his eyes to see you smiling. Legitimately smiling. He smiles at your happiness, but he splashes you back regardless.

Pouting at the cold water hitting your legs, you give Yunho one more splash before getting up and running for it.

“YAH!” Yunho shouts after you, but he can hear the laugher in his shout.

You’re full on laughing as you run from him. You weren’t fast enough though. Yunho quickly caught up to you, grabbing your arm and turning you around, a wide grin on both of your faces.

Noticing his wet hair, you stand on your tiptoes to ruffle his hair to shake some of the water out. You notice he freezes at your touch, but you don’t care.

“You’re gonna catch a cold, pabo,” you chided.

Yunho raises an eyebrow and his smile widens. “Oh, we’re familiar enough with each other to call me a pabo?”

You falter. Pulling your hand back, you think about your relationship with the boy who saved your life. You stare into his dark brown eyes. It was fun today... you did enjoy his company. The thought of going back to your home made you flinch and tears sprung up in your eyes.

“I don’t want to go back,” you whisper. You wanted to stay with Yunho for now.

Yunho, who still had a hold on your arm, pulled you closer to him and gave you a comforting hug. You grabbed onto his jacket, trying to hold back your tears.

Yunho rubbed circles on your back as he whispered sweet and soothing words. Eventually, you calmed down enough to look at him again.

Yunho gives you a small smile. “Did you want to come back to my place?”

Your eyes widen.

Realizing how forward that sounded, he quickly added on to the question. “I have roommates. I’m sure you’d like them.”

Thinking about it, you really didn’t want to go back and face your parents. So, deciding to avoid them for now, you nod. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Yunho nods before grabbing your hand. “Come on, let’s go. It’s not that far from here,” he says excitedly.

Finding his excitement cute, you smile at him again.

~After a few minute walk~

You come up to a large house. You’re kind of shocked.

“How many roommates to you have?” you ask.

He chuckles. “Seven.”

“WHAT?”

The door bursts open, revealing a boy with neon pink hair.

“Yunho! You’re back!” he yells.

Yunho waved at him. The pink-haired boy finally notices you, who jumped behind Yunho after you saw the stranger. You were peeking out at the other boy from behind Yunho.

“Oh, who’s this?” he asked.

Yunho gently guides you out from behind him. “This is Y/N.”

The pink-haired boy snaps his fingers. “Oh! The girl you rescued from the river!”

Yunho winced at that. You gave him a surprised look. He mentioned you to his roommates?

Yunho turns to you. “Y/N, this is Choi San,” he says as he points at the bright haired boy.

You nod at him. “Nice to meet you, San,” you say.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too, Y/N!” San says cheerfully. Yunho and you follow behind him. You can finally hear the ruckus that 7 to 8 boys must make. You could hear the noise of a game cranked up loud and some frustrated yelling while someone yelling from the kitchen for the others to quiet down.

You were honestly a bit overwhelmed at the energy you could feel in the house, but you were kind of excited to meet the others.

You kick off your shoes and follow behind Yunho. You enter the living room to see another black haired boy and one with blackish hair with silver streaks in it sitting on a couch, holding game controllers. There were two other boys, one sitting on a beanbag while the other was just on the floor. The redhead was lazily watching the two game while the one in the beanbag was on his phone. The redhead notices you and Yunho first.

“Oh hey, hyung. When did you get back?” he asks.

Yunho shrugs. “Just now,” he pauses, glancing at you. “I brought someone.”

That made the two gamers stop and the other to look up from his phone. Yunho sidesteps to show you to the other guys.

“Hi, I’m Y/N...” you said timidly, a little unsure with yourself.

They all share looks before looking at you again. Yunho rolls his eyes (in a joking way) before pointing at the one in the beanbag. “That’s Mingi. The redhead is Jongho, and the two gaming are Yeosang and Wooyoung,” he said. The black haired one was Yeosang and the one with the streaks in his hair was Wooyoung.

Wooyoung speaks up first. “So Y/N, how’d you meet Yunho?”

Yeosang gives him a jab in the side. “She’s the girl Yunho rescued from Han River,” he said not-so-quietly.

Wooyoung suddenly shouts, giving you a long, hard stare. Then a light bulb goes off. “AHH, you’re right!!”

Yunho leans over to you, whispering in your ear. “Wooyoung can be loud, so don’t mind his outbursts,” he says in a teasing voice.

You smile and nod. They seemed entertaining.

Yunho points to a different room. “Is Seonghwa in the kitchen, I assume?”

Mingi nods. “Yeah, he’s making dinner.”

Yunho thanks Mingi and gestures for you to follow. You give the four boys a small wave and a smile, getting some smiles and waves in return. You enter the pretty big kitchen. You saw a sole man cooking.

“Hey, hyung, what’s for dinner?” Yunho asked as he leaned against the island counter.

The presumed Seonghwa turned to look at Yunho. He notices you and pauses for a second before replying. “Kimchi jjigae, beef, pork belly. Basically whatever I can find in the fridge,” he says jokingly.

Yunho perks up at that. “Need any help?”

Seonghwa shakes his head. “Not right now, but I might need your help grilling later.”

Yunho nods. “That’s fine. Oh, by the way, hyung. This is Y/N,” he said as he gestured towards you.

You give Seonghwa a small bow as you step closer to Yunho. “Hi,” you say awkwardly.

Seonghwa smiles at you. “Hey, Y/N. My name is Seonghwa. I’m basically in charge of cleaning up after these kids,” he gives Yunho a pointed look.

Yunho shrugs. “Not our fault you’re such a clean freak,” he says.

Seonghwa just gives Yunho an unamused look before turning back to his cooking.

Yunho chuckles softly. “Where can we find Hongjoong hyung?

Seonghwa thinks for a minute. “I think he’s in his room; he’s probably sleeping so I’d just wait to introduce Y/N to him until right before dinner.”

“Oh okay. Thanks, hyung!”

Seonghwa just waves in response. You and Yunho leave the kitchen to find San has joined the other boys in the living room.

Wooyoung and Yeosang had turned off their game, and they were all chatting with each other casually. Yunho sat down on a the smaller couch. You decide to sit next to him for now.

The boys notice you and Yunho have joined. San turns to you, eyes bright. “So, Y/N, tell us about yourself.”

“Uhm...” you stutter. What was there to tell them? That your parents were abusive and you were gonna commit suicide? Might still commit suicide? You mentally clear your thoughts and just start basic.

“Well, I work at a local coffee shop...” you pause.

Yeosang raises his hand. You acknowledge him, and he speaks up. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“Ummm, well, I don’t really watch movies often, but I like Marvel movies,” you say.

“Who’s your favorite superhero?” San and Mingi ask at the same time.

“Er.. Iron Man,” you reply, unsure.

San nods. “Classic,” he says with a smile on his face.

Feeling a little bit more at ease, you smile back at him. “I like your hair, by the way,” you compliment San.

San’s smile widens. “Aw, thank you!” He turns to Yunho. “You managed to snatch up a cute one. She’s a keeper,” he teases, adding a wink to make it more embarrassing.

Yunho blushes a faint color of pink. “It’s not- it isn’t like that, San,” he whines.

“Sure sure,” San replies. The other boys make “uh-huh”, “sure”, and “mhmmm” noises, making Yunho blush a darker shade of pink.

You were honestly amused. You let a small giggle slip, but you quickly cover your mouth with a hand when Yunho gave you a small glare. The other boys grinned at you.

“Maybe after dinner, we should watch a movie together,” Jongho suggests.

Wooyoung nods eagerly. “Yes, that’d be fun; plus it’s been a while.”

Yunho agrees. “What genre?”

San immediately suggests horror while Mingi objects to that.

Yeosang voices the obvious choice. “Why not Avengers?”

That got a positive reaction and everyone agreed to it. They probably chose that since it was the one thing they were sure you’d enjoy. Seonghwa called for Yunho to help grill the meats.

“Wanna come with?” Yunho asked as he got up.

You stick your lips out in a pout in thought. “Maybe in a few. I think I’ll talk to the others for a lil’ bit.”

Yunho smiles at you. “Okay, see you later then.”

“Yeah, see you,” you reply back, an equally bright smile on your face.

Yunho waved at everyone as he made his way to the kitchen. You could hear Seonghwa and Yunho converse a little bit before hearing a sliding door open and close. You give your attention back to the boys.

You quietly observe San and Wooyoung joke with each other, making light hearted jabs at each other. 

After making jabs at each other, they started arguing about who was cuter. You smiled at their antics, but you were a little confused. Jongho and Mingi were huddled over Mingi’s phone, looking at something. Yeosang noticed you by yourself and got up to join you.

He sat down next to you. He must’ve noticed your confusion. “Are you alright?” he asked you.

You think it over a little bit. “Well, Yunho told me the people I hung out with weren’t actual friends, but by that logic, I’ve never had real friends,” you say absent-mindedly. You nod at the squabbling boys. “Is that what real friendship is like?”

Yeosang gives you a sad look before turning his attention to the two boys. “Yeah, what we have is real friendship.”

“But what makes it real?” you ask.

Yeosang thinks about it. “Well, we love each other. Not romantically, obviously, but as friends.” He pauses, realizing you probably don’t understand. “True friendship is making sacrifices for your friends, sharing with your friends, defending your friends... things like that.”

You point at the Wooyoung and San. “But they’re fighting?”

Yeosang chuckles. “It’s obviously a joke. We jokingly bicker all the time, for the fun of it. We mean no harm.” He smiles wistfully. “Sometimes we actually argue, but we always manage to forgive each other.”

You’re about to reply, but Seonghwa calls you guys from the kitchen. “We’ve got the meal set up; someone get Hongjoong and come get some food.”

Wooyoung offers to get Hongjoong, and everyone else heads to the kitchen and go out the sliding door to the patio. You find Yunho at the grill, his sleeves rolled up. You walk over to him to watch him.

He glances up to you and smiles as he looks back down to the meat sizzling on the hot rack. “Are you hungry?”

You shrug. “I could be hungrier.”

Yunho flips over a piece of meat. “Can you pass me the salt?”

You grab the salt off of the tray and hand the small bottle to him. He grabs it and lightly sprinkles some salt onto the meat.

Once he’s done seasoning, he places the bottle off to the side. You glance at the others, who have settled down at the table. Wooyoung walked in with another smaller guy following behind. He was in the process of yawning when he noticed you. His eyes widen at the sight of a girl in the place. He quickly makes his way over to you and Yunho.

“Hi!” He greets you. “I’m Hongjoong.”

You give him a bow. “Hello, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he says with a bright smile on his face. “Are you a friend of Yunho’s?”

You blink a couple of times. Were you? “Uh...”

Yunho gives Hongjoong a gentle shove. “Go eat, hyung. The others are waiting for you.”

“Okay, okay. Thanks for grilling, Yunho,” he thanks Yunho before sitting down with the others.

After their hyung had sat down, the others started scarfing down the food. San came up to feed Yunho some food and so did Yeosang.

You still stood there, watching Yunho grill. He grabs a piece of meat and offers it to you. You take a bite of the juicy meat. You hum in content as you enjoy the flavor of it.

“It’s really good, Yunho,” you say behind your hand, as you were still chewing.

He grins. “Thanks,” he said. He plates some of the meat and takes it over to the table. Seonghwa had already eaten and offered to take over grilling so Yunho could eat. Yunho nods in agreement, and he gestures for you to sit next to him and enjoy the meal.

You finally start eating some of the food. It all tasted good, although you noticed that the veggies were what there was most of at this point. No one really ate them. You chuckle under your breath at that.

You look around the table to see the others feeding each other, making jokes, teasing, and laughing.

San notices you watching. “Y/N, what’s your favorite meat?”

“Hmmm, I like steak or pork belly,” you say without thought. You knew what you liked.

San grins as he picks up a piece of pork belly and offers it to you. You stare at him, shocked for a second, before leaning over the table to eat it.

After San made that move, everyone else was offering you food. You returned the favor by pouring them their drinks. They thanked you kindly, and Yunho poured you your drink. You thanked him before drinking it.

You joined in on the teasing and conversations, sharing the food and pouring each other drinks.

Yunho ended up getting the chore of cleaning up (since he lost rock, paper, scissors). He told the others to start the movie, so you reluctantly followed the boys out to the living room. You made yourself cozy next to San. The other boys decided to leave the space next to you open for Yunho.

About a half hour into the movie, Yunho finally joined you. He sat down next to you, and you smiled at him in greeting. He gave you a small smile back.

About an hour into the movie, you started feeling sleepy. Not caring, you leaned your head against Yunho’s shoulder. He gave you a quick glance.

“Yunho?” you whisper quietly, not wanting to disturb the others from the movie.

“Yeah?” he whispers just as quietly.

“I think I finally understand what real friendship is,” you murmur, sleep clear in your voice.

“That’s good,” Yunho replies. “So are we friends?”

You smile as you close your eyes. “Yeah, we’re friends, Yunho.”

~To be continued

[isoldmysoultokpop]

{ATEEZ Yunho FF} Love Yourself (pt 1)

~Rating: Teen~ ~Yunho x fem.reader~ ~This is fictional~

Trigger warnings: Suicidal themes, self hate, and anything else that might be related

P.S. Sorry for grammatical errors/spelling mistakes ^^;

“You’re useless.”

“You never did do anything right.”

Words echo in your mind as you stand on the edge of the bridge that spans over Han River.

“Your older brother did so well; why are you always failing?”

Tears stung your eyes as you watched the water splash under you.

“You’re a burden. You’d be better dead.”

You take in a deep breath, hands tightening around the rail before releasing.

“We never did love you.”

That sentence repeats as the cold water engulfs you.

They said you’d be better off dead, so why not do something right.... right?

You could feel your lungs tightening. Less oxygen, more water. Black takes over. You feel yourself fading, and the last thing you’re aware of is a loud splash.

~

You woke up to the beeping and sterile smell of a hospital room.

I’m not dead?

You groan as you sit up, your head throbbing at the effort. A nurse with a clipboard finally notices the movement and looks at you.

“Oh, you’re awake!” she says. “I’ll go get the doctor.”

You blinked. Why were you here? You tried to take your life, so why aren’t you dead?

The more you thought about it, the more frustrated you were. Hot tears threatened to spill.

The door sliding open stopped you from crying though. Blinking away the tears, you looked up at the doctor.

“Glad to see you’re awake,” he said. He did his typical checking to make sure everything was fine with you. After he determined you were okay, he sat down at a desk and typed notes into a computer.

“Why am I here?” you ask, staring down at your hands.

The doctor glances at you. “You were rushed to the E.R.”

“But why?”

The doctor turns to fully face you. “You were unconscious and on the verge of death. You almost drowned.”

You glare at him, tears welling up again. “Because I wanted to! I jumped into that river with the intention of dying! I didn’t want to be saved!!” you shout, tears finally sliding down your cheeks.

The doctor gave you a sad look. “What happened to you?”

You froze.

He didn’t need to know. He’s a stranger, he doesn’t need to know about your private life. Anger flared up inside of you.

“That’s none of your business!”

He sighed, nodding in acknowledgement. “That’s fair.”

Surprised, you just blink at him. You couldn’t think of a retort. Instead, a question managed to wiggle its way into your mind.

“Who... who saved me?”

The doctor thinks about it for a bit. “Not sure; he rushed you here, soaking wet, but I don’t remember his name.”

The nurse interjected. She had been standing on the side, watching you yell at her boss. “I think his name was.. Jeong Yunho?”

“Oh, that’s right!” the doctor exclaims. “Jeong Yunho. He was the one that brought you here.”

Jeong Yunho.

That name rang in your mind.

“How old was he?”

“Not sure; I’d guess around your age,” the doctor said in a contemplative voice.

You hum to yourself. Maybe you can find this “Jeong Yunho” and give him a piece of your mind for interfering with your personal life.

Another question that you’d rather not know the answer to also made its way into your mind and out of your mouth.

“Does my family know I’m here?”

The doctor nods. “Yeah, we contacted them. No one’s come to visit though. Do they live far away?”

You clench the hospital beds’ sheets. “No, they live in Seoul.”

The doctor just goes “ah” and goes back to the computer.

Tired from the rush of emotions, you lay back down. Before you know it, you’re asleep.

~

You awake to a low murmur of familiar but not comforting voices. You internally sigh as you open your eyes to see your parents standing at the foot of the bed.

Your mom notices your glare first.

“Well, I see you took our advice,” she says bitterly.

You roll your eyes. “Yes, your advice to die.”

Your dad grits his teeth. “And yet another thing you failed at doing.”

It hurt.

The words hurt so much.

“I tried,” you whisper.

“Obviously, not hard enough!” your dad yells.

You want to cry, shout, scream... anything to show your storm of emotions.

Instead, you just mutter a question.

“Why do you hate me?”

Your parents scoff before exchanging a look between them.

“Maybe it’s because you’re more of a burden than anything else,” your mom sharply states.

My dad cuts in. “Everything we’ve tried to get you to like, you don’t. You wanted to become an idol, even though you can’t sing or dance.”

You bite your lip to prevent you from screaming at your tormentors.

Your mom was about to continue the barrage of insults when the sliding door flung open. The doctor came in, a stern look on his face.

“Time to get out,” he said while looking at my parents.

They looked furious at the interruption, but the doctor pointed to the door. “Out,” he commanded.

Your parents huffed and gave me one last glare before storming out of the room.

The doctor gave you an apologetic smile. “Sorry; they demanded to see you and since you were asleep, I figured it would be okay. I didn’t think you’d wake up so fast though.”

You wipe the tears out of your eyes. “It’s fine,” you mutter. You glance at the doc. “More checkups?”

The doctor smiles. “Actually, no. You remember that Yunho that saved you?”

You nod, wondering where he was going with this.

“He’s here, waiting out in the hall,” the doctor informed you.

Your eyes widen. He was here? Why?

“Why is he here?” you decide to ask.

The doctor gives you a teasing smile. “You’ll just have to find out yourself.”

He leaves the room, and you can hear his muffled voice talk to someone. Another male voice responds before a boy you don’t recognize steps into the room.

“Are you the infamous Jeong Yunho?” you ask warily.

He nods. “Yeah, I guess.” He pauses a moment. “How are you doing?”

You glower at him. “Still feeling like shit. Maybe I’d feel better if someone had let me die.”

Yunho’s eyes flash an emotion, but you’re not sure what it was.

Instead of prying into why you jumped, he pulls up a chair and sits next to the bed. You raise an eyebrow.

He ponders something for a second before speaking. “Well, I’m Jeong Yunho. What’s your name?”

You squint at him. What’s he trying to do?

Reluctantly, you reply. “Y/N.”

He smiles at the information. “That’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks... I guess?” you mutter. You had to be visibly confused by now.

Yunho thinks for another second. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Um... (your fav color)?”

“Ahh, that’s a beautiful color,” Yunho replies back.

You furrow your brows. Okay, this was weird.

“Why are you asking me these things?” you ask.

Yunho’s eyes widen. “Why not? I’m just trying to get to know you.”

“Why?”

Yunho tilts his head, a questioning look on his face. “Am I not allowed to be your friend?”

A friend? All the friends I had were people my parents forced me to meet, but they took me out places. Sure, they used me to carry around bags of clothes, or they tried making me do things I didn’t want to, but aren’t those “friends”?

Noticing the obvious confusion on your face, Yunho blinks. “What are your friends like?” he asks, catching on quickly.

“Well, they make me run their errands. They said the more I do, the more I’ll be respected by them. They also try to get me to drink with them sometimes, which they said will also make me more fun...” you trail off as you notice the dark look in Yunho’s eyes.

The boy sighs.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Those aren’t friends,” he said apologetically. You blink a couple times. He continues since you’re too confused and shocked to say anything. “A true friend won’t force you to do things if you’re uncomfortable with it. A true friend will help carry your burdens instead of forcing theirs onto you. A true friend will defend you. A true friend will love you.”

Love?

No one ever loved you. You knew your friends weren’t really... nice, but they weren’t friends at all? Did your parents lie to you? It wouldn’t be outside the realm of possibility though...

Dubious, you narrow your eyes at Yunho. “And how am I supposed to just trust you? You were this weird stranger that saved me, took me to a hospital, and visited them just because you want to be friends?”

Yunho sighs. “I don’t expect you to trust me or believe me yet, but if you give me time, I’ll make you realize just how valuable you are.”

“What?” A mixture of emotions swirled in the pit of your stomach. “I’m not..- I’m a failure. How can I be valuable...?”

Anger finally won out.

“You’re lying! You’re trying to manipulate me!” You shout at the poor boy.

He sighs, sadness clearly on his features, but you’re too angry to notice and/or care. He stands up. “Just think about the things I’ve said,” he said in a hushed voice.

“Get out!!!” you yell louder.

Yunho flinches, but he leaves the room. You lay down, your back facing the door.

After about 20 minutes, you hear the door open again.

“Y/N?” You recognized the doctor’s voice. “I have a note for you. I’m going to leave it on the end table. Read it whenever you want to,” he said in a quiet voice.

You let out a sound of acknowledgement, but not turning around to look at him.

A few hours pass, but you can’t sleep, so you decide to check out the note.

“Y/N, I know you don’t trust me. I don’t blame you. But just give me one chance to prove you wrong. My number is (XXX-XXX-XXXX) so text me, and I’ll take you for a day out. I’ll show you what fun really is. You don’t need to trust me fully, but give me the tiniest bit of your trust, and I can save you.

Sincerely,

Yunho”

“I can save you”.

Tears streamed down your face. You weren’t even aware you were crying until you saw a drop of water land on the note.

“Yunho... there’s no saving me, so why...? Why are you trying?”

~To be continued

[isoldmysoultokpop]

ATEEZ Yunho: Nightmare

I’m getting real inspired with Yunho, omg xD. This one is inspired by a fanfic youtube video I saw a couple nights ago. I don’t remember who made it, but it was really cute and I wanted to try writing one too! <3

I’m also sorry this is so short ._.

Forgive me for grammatical errors. Again, I didn’t really proofread. I’ll edit it if I spot anything ;w;

You groan as you run a hand through your hair. You had work to do, but it was getting late and you were tired. Sighing, you rest your head on a hand, just staring blankly at your laptop screen as your desk lamp glared onto your face.

A soft snore behind you brings a soft smile to your face. You glanced behind you to see your boyfriend sleeping soundly on your bed. He had come to visit you, but since you had so much work to do, he waited on your bed and eventually fell asleep. Honestly, you were grateful that he did. You knew how hard it was to sleep under stress and seeing him rest made you happy.

You turned back to your work. You cracked your knuckles, somewhat ready to type for another couple hours.

-time skip to 2am-

Eyes finally hurting, you got up to change into pajamas. You needed a break from the bright screen and lamp, so you got changed into comfy sleepwear. After washing your face, you went back to your desk, groaning quietly again. You grabbed your can of energy drink and took a sip.

You’re about to sit back down when a small whimper makes you look at Yunho. His face is scrunched up, almost like in pain, and he’s sweating. He also had a grip on the sheets.

He suddenly wakes up, jolting up into a sitting position. He’s almost panting, fear clear in his eyes.

You hurry over to the bed.

“Yunho? Are you alright??” You ask, very concerned.

He stares at you, his breathing rapid. He shakes his head as if clearing it. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a nightmare..”

You pout at him, clearly not convinced that he’s okay. “Do you want the lamp kept on?”

Yunho shakes his head. “You can turn it off.”

You quickly turn the desk lamp off and make your way back to the bed. You crawl into the sheets, sitting next to Yunho. You grab his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

He had tears in his eyes, breaking your heart.

“Tell me what happened,” you said.

Yunho bit his lip as he looked into your eyes.

The worry that was most definitely on your face must’ve made him cave.

You gently pushed him back into a laying position. You two are facing each other. You had your arms wrapped around his waist while you snuggled into his chest.

He breathed out.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to make you worry. It was just a bad dream.”

He paused while you huffed.

“I had a nightmare. You had left me for another member. As I tried calling you back, you just turned back towards me and started yelling at me. You were calling me useless and not a good boyfriend...”

You pull away slightly to look at him. “Oh, Yunho... I would never leave you for another guy, another ATEEZ member especially.”

Yunho nods. “I know... but the dream seemed so real.”

“I’m sorry you had to experience that, baby,” you said. You softly guide his head onto your chest, letting him snuggle into you instead. You softly stroked his head, combing your fingers through his hair once in a while.

“I love you, Yunho. Always remember that.”

Yunho’s hold on you tightened. “I don’t think I’ll be able to fall back asleep.”

You shush him. “Don’t think about it. Just focus on me.”

Yunho snuggled closer, breathing in your scent. Your hands combing his hair and rubbing his back helped him calm down.

You start singing softly.

“ Even if we walk in the darkness Even if we are on a blocked road I'll remember what I said I'll hold your hand always I'll promise you No one take you down It is our promise No one take you down Don’t worry, I`ll be there Shining like a star “

Yunho looks up at you. “Isn’t that Promise?”

You nod, a smile on your lips. “Yeah, it is. I loved that song so much during my teen years. I had low self esteem and that song helped me get through it.”

Yunho moves to give you a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

He smiles. “I feel a lot better now.”

You laugh gently. “Good. But I won’t let go of you tonight. I don’t want you getting any more nightmares.”

You can see the faintest of blushes on his face. “I’m fine with that,” he mutters shyly.

That night, you two just cuddled and fell asleep in each others embrace. The next morning you woke up in his arms, the sun shining through the window, the sun giving the room a soft yellow glow. Yunho’s quiet snores were the only sound in the room. Even though you had work to do, it could wait. All you wanted to do was to fall back asleep and cuddle Yunho some more.