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Legacy of Snow Ch. 12 || Stray Kids

Fandom: Stray Kids

Relationships: Han Jisung x Lee Minho, Lee Felix x Seo Changbin

Freshly graduated from a prestigious university for music and the arts, Han Jisung is ready to take on the world when he accepts employment at District 325 Records. Han's dream of taking the world by storm with his talent hits a slight hiccup when a literal spark emanates from a high five he shares with his new boss. That moment brings him to the discovery that he is a direct descendant of a previous Pretear, a guardian to the world. With that knowledge he also finds that Chan isn't entirely human, he's what is called a Leafé Knight and he isn't the only one who resides in the human realm.

Thrust into a fray of magic, learning his own abilities and fighting monsters of darkness, Han has a lot to endure fresh out of college. On top of it all, he has to deal with a growing attraction to one of the seven knights who fight alongside him. It's a whirlwind for Han, but can he find his footing in the new world he's found himself a part of?

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The drive to Minho and Hyunjin’s duplex wasn’t terrible. It wasn’t far from where Han and his friends lived at all. Yet, Han found himself unable to remain still; leg bouncing as Chan drove. He hadn’t heard from Minho since he had checked in on him earlier, but Chan kept insisting everything was fine. They parked in the driveway of the duplex - Han in step with the leader as they walked over to the door. “Is Hyunjin home, too?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see him in his office, but he could also be in one of the practice rooms,” Chan replied. After a long moment, there was a sound of the door unlocking and cracking open, Minho silhouetted by the light inside.

“Hyung?” Minho asked, opening the door. “What are-” he stopped when he saw Han, eyes widening as the two looked at each other. “Hannie.”

Han breathed a sigh of relief hearing the other’s voice. “Chan said I could come with him to check in on you.”

“He was pretty worried after someone ruined lunch,” Chan elaborated. His words got Minho to look at him and they shared a look before Chan nodded towards the loft. “Mind if we come in?”

Minho looked between the two men, eyes lingering on Han before he stepped back, opening the door further to let them in. “Make yourselves comfortable. What do you guys want to drink?” He went to grab drinks, unsurprised when Han stayed near the door, watching him. “It’s okay, quokka. You can sit down.” Han moved to sit on one end of the couch, quiet as he waited for the other two to return. Minho chuckled, his lips curving up as he saw the younger fidgeting.

“He was really worried about you, you know,” Chan remarked as he grabbed a soda and a bottle of water from the fridge.

“I figured he would be.”

“What happened?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“All he had to do was say some girl showed up. Wasn’t hard to figure out who it was harassing you.”

“She didn’t do anything, other than trying to flaunt herself at me.”

“Maybe, but you froze Han out.”

“I didn’t like that he had to witness that the first time we were alone,” Minho admitted, filling his cup up again. “I just can’t help it.”

“Sora fucked you up, neither of us are denying that. I wish Han didn’t have to see it either, but he would have found out eventually,” Chan replied. “Anyways, he’s here, he’s worried, and I know that isn’t something you like having from outsiders.” He watched the faint smile return to Minho’s lips. “But maybe I’m wrong about that last part?”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw that, Minho.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Minho took the soda in one hand and a glass in the other, walking back to the living room where Han was waiting, clearly to ignore the look on his friend’s face. “Here,” he offered, holding out the can.

“Oh, thank you.” Han gave a grateful nod as he took the can, popping it open to take a sip. “Are…are you alright?”

“Physically? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“And…mentally?” Han pushed a little, his tone uncertain.

Minho let out a small sigh, immediately following it with a chuckle. “I’m okay, quokka. Sora just…it’s a lot for me to deal with her.”

“You know you don’t have to tell me anything,” Han said..

Minho nodded. “That really means a lot. Right now, that’s not a topic I want to touch. That doesn’t mean your concern isn’t appreciated, though.” He couldn’t help the way his lips turned up when Han blushed again, despite feeling the conflict in his chest. He watched the orange haired male for a long moment before taking a deep breath. “Thank you, Hannie. For worrying about me.”

“You’re acting soft again,” Han teased, trying to hide his blush by taking another drink. “Be careful not to go and ruin your reputation.”

Minho couldn’t help the quick laugh that escaped him. “Maybe I am being soft, but I also shut down on you earlier. If anything, I should be apologizing for my behavior.”

“Don’t.”

The one word made Minho blink in shock. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t apologize for how you react to being around her. Whatever happened is obviously triggering somehow. I can’t be upset with you for doing what you had to.” Han replied. “I may not know everything, but I recognized the look you had - the toll it took on you. I should have said something; maybe she would have left sooner.”

Minho’s eyes lifted to where Chan was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, ice blue meeting purple as the men looked at each other. When Chan looked back at Han, he stood to move closer.

“Hey.”

Han looked up, startled by the sudden proximity, pink eyes wide. “You don’t need to fight that battle. Don’t put yourself in her crosshairs. Leave Sora to me - she’s my ghost.”

“She’s not a ghost, though,” Han countered. “She’s real. And she’s a bitch, and honestly, I don’t wish her well.”

“None of us do, Han,” Chan interjected. “But we get through it. Hopefully we won’t have to deal with her for a while.”

Han looked up with an uncertain smile. “Hopefully.” His phone went off as he spoke and he reached to deal with whatever called for his attention, not noticing the other two. Chan looked at Minho, arching a brow at the ice-gifted male. In response, Minho rolled his eyes and took another drink.

“Is that your roommate?” Chan asked.

“Yeah, he and his fiance are running late, so I’ll have extra time to cook dinner,” Han replied. “I should probably get home, though.”

“Well, let’s get you home, then,” Chan mused. “Minho, we’ll check on you tomorrow, okay?”

“I’ll be at the rink all day, but sure. Can’t stop you, anyway,” Minho teased, unaware of the way Han relaxed and smiled at the banter. He stood up to follow the two, holding the door open as they stepped on the porch. Han waved with his free hand, smiling as he got into the car, and Minho shook his head in amusement as he watched both of them get in. When they drove off, he went back in, closing and relocking the door before returning to where he’d been watching TV.

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Han was flipping the chicken in the pan when the door to the loft opened.

“Hannie-hyung! Hannie-hyung!” a young voice chimed excitedly, startling Han as a young boy ran from the entryway at full sprint. He crossed the living room and the dining nook in less than fifteen seconds, dark hair bouncing as he practically tackled Han’s side.

“Kyungmin?!” Han asked, excited as well. “Hello, little man! How’s my favorite Jung brother?”

“I thought I was your favorite Jung?” a voice called, a purple haired male grinned as he set a duffel bag on the couch.

“Uh-oh, your other hyung heard us,” Han teased, making Kyungmin giggle. “Sorry, Wooyoung.”

“Are you stealing Hannie from me, Kyungmin?” the purple haired male asked, feigning hurt. “How unfair!”

“But you have Yeosangie-hyung, though!” Kyungmin pouted playfully as he wrapped his arms at Han’s legs, pointing at the blonde joining them in the kitchen. The banter and laughs continued, and by the time dinner was finished, Kyungmin was exhausted and could barely keep his eyes open. Han carried the kid to the spare bedroom, and, with Wooyoung’s help, they put the sleeping boy to bed. With their guest sleeping soundly, the trio gathered to watch some tv before bed.

After a few episodes, Wooyoung turned to look at Han, head tilting. “What’s bothering you, Han?”

Han, lost in his own mind, made a noise of confused acknowledgement as he turned to look at his friend. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been damn near silent for over an episode now - that’s unlike you.” Wooyoung complained with concern in his voice. “So don’t try that ‘I’m fine’ bullshit. I know you too well.”

“Did something happen at work?” Yeosang offered.

Han shook his head. “No, no work is fine. You both know that.”

“Was it that Hyunjin guy being obnoxious again?” Wooyoung asked.

“I actually didn’t even see Hyunjin today,” Han mused, face thoughtful as he realized he really hadn’t seen the navy haired male all day.

“How was lunch?” Yeosang inquired.

“Lunch was fine. It was nice to spend time with another team member.” Han replied.

“Who was it, again? Minsung?”

“Minho, Woo. His name is Minho,” Han laughed a little. “But he didn’t do anything, if that was your next question.”

“Did the tic tac penis run into you?” Wooyoung’s tone got protective, his eyes narrowing.

Han couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at the name. “You can say his name, Woo.”

“He doesn’t deserve a name,” Wooyoung countered, tone haughty. “If it were up to me, he’d have no legs.”

“He wouldn’t have legs and you would be in prison, darling,” Yeosang reminded, looking at his fiance pointedly. “So where would that leave the rest of us?”

“I know you’d be looking out for my boys,” Wooyoung replied, lifting a finger to silence the blonde when he opened his mouth. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t.” When Yeosang rolled his eyes, Wooyoung turned his focus back to Han. “So what happened?”

“Nothing serious. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay. Well then, is your new friend single?” Wooyoung arched a brow with a teasing smirk. “Was today a date?”

“Jung Wooyoung!” Yeosang scolded, but Wooyoung had already said it. Han felt his face heat up, eyes widening as he sputtered a response that wasn’t even words as Yeosang got onto Wooyoung. Wooyoung, however, was quick to notice the way Han reacted, a grin splitting his face.

“Han, do you really have a crush?!”

“Wooyoung, it really isn’t such a serious topic,” Yeosang deadpanned. “It’s normal for people to have a crush.”

“Are you not hearing yourself, Yeo? Han - our Han - has a crush! This is great news!”

“Woo, seriously.” Han whined. “We aren’t in high school anymore.”

“Han Jisung, you haven’t shown even the slightest inkling of attraction in over three years.” Wooyoung replied. “I think we should be excited about this.” A hand on his thigh made him turn his head, his smile faltering as he looked at Yeosang.

“Perhaps it’s exciting for us, but it’s probably terrifying for him, Wooyoung.” Dark eyes watched Han, who was looking down at his lap. “Don’t get too eager. Han has to do this at his own pace. Besides, having a crush is a far cry from being in a relationship.” It was clear when the words registered to Wooyoung, because he became embarrassed.

“Oh my, I’m sorry, Han. I didn’t-”

“Wooyoung, it’s okay. I know it’s exciting. Deep down, anyway.” Han was barely audible as he smiled sadly. “It’s just that after-”

“Don’t you dare say that name,” Wooyoung warned. “I will throw my chips at you.”

“Why would you abuse the food?” Han shook his head. “I can’t believe you would do that.”

“Okay, but seriously, though. Do not say that name.”

“Alright, alright.” Han managed a laugh. “Just don’t expect much. I don’t even know if he’s into guys at all.” His phone went off, signaling time for him to go to bed and he moved to stand up. “I have to be up early for a recording session with Sujin.” He waved as he set his blanket over the back of the couch, going to his room and changing into pajamas. He plugged his phone in, going about his nightly routine before he settled into bed. As he laid there, he found himself wanting to apologize for the worry he’d so openly expressed earlier that day. He eventually reached to pick up his phone, opening his messages.

Han: Hey Minho, it’s me. I just wanted to say sorry if I overstepped by worrying about you. I know we don’t exactly know each other like that.

It’s quiet for a long time except for the rain noise Han put on to fall asleep to. He was basically asleep when his phone pinged. He groggily reached to unlock it, rubbing his eyes so he could read. The reply made him relax, a smile curving his lips as he set the phone back and closed his eyes again.

Minho: Don’t apologize, quokka. You didn’t overstep. In fact, I should thank you for caring despite us only being acquaintances. Get some rest.

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Heavy is the Crown Ch. 2 || Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez

PAIRING: Yeosang x Wooyoung

WORD COUNT: 2,637

RATING: M

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Mentions of blood, graphic details, foul language, more tbd

SUMMARY: Wooyoung is a crown prince of Hell, hand picked by Lucifer himself. Yeosang is a guardian angel, forever protecting a single soul through every life granted. What once was a blossoming, beautiful affection turned into heartbreak and centuries have passed between them despite the fondness in their hearts. When Yeosang’s charge is suddenly once again in the crosshairs, what happens when the angel discovers the reason his charge’s life has been extended in the past? Can love survive when there’s war on the horizon and a prophecy is beginning to come to fruition?

TAGLIST: @gottalovethegeeks, @spookidema, @no1likemybbgcharlie

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Chapter Two; We Look Out for Each Other Now

Hadriel had done his best to not use his angelic name since Hongjoong’s first - and only - premature death, changing it periodically to match where his charge was born each life. The name chosen for this cycle was Yeosang, and his role as a best friend was easiest to acquire after several lives spent around Hongjoong. Centuries past of “growing up” with Hongjoong's soul made their bond uniquely unbreakable, and this new life was definitely well off. Yeosang's living through so many lives had given him a decent pillow of funds, as well. Hongjoong's new rendition was exceedingly gifted with music and performance, and had founded a company called Crescent Treasure Entertainment with a close friend they'd made named Mingi. Yeosang had opened a kind of book nook cafe, and for a while it had been unnamed. Hongjoong has suggested naming it after the little character Yeosang was fond of drawing in a lot of ways, and from there, the Hethet Cafe was born. The cafe ran from roughly six am to four-thirty pm, sometimes later depending on how Yeosang felt.

Hongjoong and Mingi were natural regulars since the cafe was less than five minutes on foot from their company. Yeosang had hired a pastry artist to help, as well as few employees, but still liked to tend to the business so he was present more often than not. Today was no exception, as he was trading an empty muffin tray with a new one; his back to the counter as he hummed to himself.

“What's cookin’, good lookin’?”

The voice was familiar enough that Yeosang rolled his eyes as he turned, a sassy reply on his tongue before he laid eyes on the man. “Mingi, your hair.” He said in place of his original remark, hazel eyes going wide. The male sliding into the stool grinned back at him with a gummed smile, running his hand through the locks atop his head.

“Looks cool, yeah?” Mingi offered, clearly proud of it. The color was a vibrant ombre where the roots were a pretty blonde that faded into a deep red. “Fitting, don’t you think?”

“You look like an anime character.” Yeosang teased with a quiet laugh, turning back to place the glass dome over the plate of muffins. He went about starting the coffee Mingi typically drank. “If you're looking for compliments, though, might I suggest you try and work your magic on Hwa.”

Mingi hissed in faux pain at Yeosang’s dismissal. “Ouch. Take it the date didn’t go so well?”

Yeosang glanced over his shoulder, dark eyes looking at where Mingi was perched. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Not at all? No details or anything?” Mingi teased as the swinging door to the back of the cafe opened. “Yun and I really thought you two would hit it off. What happened?”

“Mingi, what have I told you about harassing Yeosang?” The man coming out scolded, bright red hair framing his face.

“Hot Cheeto to the rescue,” Mingi laughed a little, sticking his tongue out playfully.

“Says the one looking like he’s Calcifer’s son.” The redhead countered. “I can and will ground you, Mingi.”

Mingi arched his brow. “I'm a grown man, Seonghwa. How are you gonna ground me?”

“One call to Yunho-”

“You wouldn't.” Mingi gasped, one hand going to his chest in pretend distress. “Don't bring my fiancé into this.”

The interaction made Yeosang laugh softly, setting the fresh cup of coffee in front of Mingi. He turned back to rinse out the blender he'd used, setting it on the mat as he listened.

“I should probably be concerned that all I have to do is threaten your ability to get fucked into a mattress to make you stop behaving like a brat.” Seonghwa laughed.

“Hwa, there are innocent ears!” Mingi accused, waving at Yeosang, who looked at Mingi unamused through the mirror lining the back of the counter. “You'll make him combust, for crying out loud.”

“Mingi, are you harassing my best friend again?” A new voice chimed in as a blue haired male slid onto the stool next to Mingi, setting a messenger bag on the counter in front of him. “Or are you just trying to flirt with my boyfriend?”

“A bit of both,” Yeosang and Seonghwa declared in matter-of-fact toned unison, much to Mingi's playful dismay.

“First of all, I was trying to protect Yeosang's innocence. You should have heard what your lover boy had to say, Hongjoong.” Mingi defended himself.

“Don't try to throw me under the bus, Song Mingi, you were the one being a brat.” Seonghwa countered with a droll stare.

“Brat, huh? I'm sure Yunho would love to hear about that.” Hongjoong smirked, cocking his head as he looked at Mingi, resting his chin on his palm, fingers resting at his cheek. “You just can't behave.”

“I merely asked about our favorite boy's date.” Mingi huffed, lifting his cup to take a sip. The choice was unfortunate, though, because as soon as the words left his mouth, Hongjoong's hand smacked at the back of his head, making him spill the beverage partially onto the counter.

“Joong, my counter.” Yeosang pouted a little, reaching to get a towel to clean it up.

“Your counter? What about my head?” Mingi pouted.

“You know better than to pry, Mingi.” Hongjoong scolded. “If Yeosang wanted to talk about it, he would.”

“It's fine, Hongjoong, he didn't mean any harm.” Yeosang brushed off, shrugging one shoulder casually as he went to rinse out the towel. “It wasn't terrible, they just weren't really…my type.”

“Our Sangie has a type?” Mingi asked. “What’s this type of yours then, hm?”

Yeosang couldn't help the way his body froze at the question, his vision briefly tormented by the memory of bicolored hair, impulsive adventures and the gentle way his name was once said. His chest ached painfully in the next moment, however, at the memory of blood and fire. He was unaware of how his eyes flickered icy blue, one hand balling into a fist around the towel on the counter while the other lifted to press at his chest. He was lost enough that he missed the way Seonghwa scolded Mingi, taking away the glass and setting it to one side like a parent with a petulant child. Yeosang was trying to reign in the mix of emotions that erupted whenever he thought of or remembered the demon prince he'd been so fond of, the conflict of emotions always causing a painful sensation in his chest. A hand over his own brought him from his mind, looking up to find Hongjoong's worried brown eyes watching him. “I'm okay, Joong.”

“You sure?”

“Don't you go reading my emotions again.” Yeosang tried to tease, but his tone fell flat.

“Can't help it. Most of my abilities pertain to emotions. You know that.” Hongjoong replied. “Seriously, though, are you alright? You got really stormy there for a minute. Your eyes changed and the lights flickered for a second.”

Yeosang nodded, not wanting to worry the witch. “I promise, I'm okay.”

“You know you don't have to hide stuff from me, right, angel?”

Yeosang shook his head, lips curving up. “I know, precious. Really, there's nothing either of us can do about it.”

“We look out for each other now, not just you looking out for me.” Hongjoong stated.

An actual laugh, although quiet, escaped Yeosang, and he covered his mouth as he shook his head. “Alright, enough.” He knew Hongjoong was trying to make him feel better, and it always worked. Hongjoong being born into the nonhuman community for the previous three lives had made his soul more sensitive, and Yeosang sometimes forgot the witch knew about his true age. Hongjoong didn't pry into centuries gone or lives past, but he was always there.

“Okay, so on a safe note, has anyone actually caught your eye?” Mingi asked, still eyeing his drink on the back counter. Yeosang tilted his head a little, confused at the moved drink and reaching to give it back.

“Nope.”

“No one at all? What about that one regular? The pink haired one.” Mingi offered.

“You mean San?” Seonghwa asked.

“Is that the one who always gets the two coffees and cake?” Hongjoong inquired with a grin. “The one shaped like a Dorito?”

“San loves the strawberry cake I make.” Seonghwa nodded. “He gets coffee for himself and his brother.”

“No.” Yeosang stated, tone flat.

“Yeosang doesn't talk to him, in case you couldn’t tell “ Seonghwa busied himself with putting the dried dishes back in their places. “He is a handsome little thing, though.”

“He's a scoundrel.” Yeosang dismissed, suddenly intently focused on grinding more coffee beans. The words caught Mingi's attention, the taller male using both hands to lift his glass.

“Ohhhh, that sounds like there's a story there.”

“Even if there was, Mingi, it would not be one I share.” Yeosang replied.

“Mingi.” Hongjoong's voice is stern and warning, resulting in an audible click of teeth as Mingi snapped his mouth closed. “Behave.”

“Sorry, Yeosang.”

“It's fine, Mingi. You mean well, there are just a select few topics I'd like to keep to myself.” Yeosang mused as he hit the button on the grinder.

“I'm still sorry.” Mingi insisted.

“Look at you, being a good boy.” Hongjoong teased. “I'm sure Yunho would be proud.” He and Seonghwa laughed a little as Mingi blushed, lifting his cup to take another drink.

“It's nothing personal. San just…reminds me of someone.” Yeosang admitted, his eyes finding Hongjoong’s through the mirror. He catches the brief flash of color through Hongjoong's gaze, but quiets the witch with a look.

“On a non-prying note.” Hongjoong changed the subject, running a hand through blue tresses. “I need help with a demo, Sangie. I could ask Mingi, but your lower range is more stable vocally.”

“Not my fault I sound better rapping.” Mingi teased.

“Joong, you're a menace.” Seonghwa chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeosang isn’t free labor.”

“It's part of why you love me.” Hongjoong grinned as Seonghwa set a mug of his favorite coffee in front of him. “Besides, you've heard Yeosang sing. And I would pay him if he would let me.”

“I have.” Seonghwa replied. “So I know why he's your go to choice.” He paused to look at Yeosang and motion towards the tables. “I'm gonna go check on them, okay?”

Yeosang nodded, watching his friend leave behind the counter before he looked at Hongjoong. “When do you want the demo done, Joong?”

“No deadline on this one. It's just something that came to mind. I haven't picked an artist for it just yet.” Hongjoong replied.

“Can it wait until this weekend then?”

“Got big plans there, Yeosang?” Mingi teased.

“Not really. I don't take off from the cafe often, Mingi. I'd like to use the day productively.” Yeosang retorted.

“Saturday work for you?” Hongjoong inquired.

“Say two-thirty?” Yeosang replied.

“I'll meet you at your place.” Hongjoong nodded as he spoke, grinning. “I'll bring the coffee and lunch.”

“What are we doing tonight, anyway?” Mingi asked.

“Seonghwa has already started dinner prep,” Hongjoong replied with a tender smile. “He's making kebabs.”

“The steak and chicken ones?” Yeosang smiled when his friend nodded. “Those are my favorite.”

“Don't lie, I know for a fact you're a menace over his fried chicken.” Hongjoong teased; the trio laughing as Seonghwa returned to the counter to get the coffee pot.

“What are you three so giggly over?”

“Nothing in particular,” Mingi laughed. “What game are we playing tonight?”

“It's not like we don't have a hundred games at the house.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes with a fond smile. Brown eyes suddenly looked over Mingi's head towards the large window at the front of the cafe. “Sangie, do you mind refilling the coffee at 11 and 17?” Yeosang looked confused for a moment, but when the door opened, his eyes caught the flash of pink and he took the pot, purposely walking away without a word.

“What was-” Mingi began, only to be cut off by a cheerful voice.

“Seonghwa!” The pink haired male approached the register. “How is my favorite cake artist?”

“Afternoon, Sannie.” Seonghwa greeted, already ringing up an order. “Here for your usuals?”

“Minus the cakes today. Finally got my brother out of the house for a bit and I'm taking him to the park.” San replied. “Just need the coffee to keep him going.”

At San’s words, Hongjoong turned just enough to look towards the front, and sure enough, a male is leaned against the small bartop counter along one window, standing sideways with his chin resting on one hand. Hair was split horizontally with platinum hair pulled up into a ponytail to expose the deep blue-black color underneath. His eyes narrowed a little, watching the stranger with intense curiosity. After a moment, he turned back to search for Yeosang, who was conveniently occupied talking to another of the regulars for the cafe.

“Hongjoong, are you alright?”

“Hmm?” Hongjoong broke from his mind to look at his boyfriend when Seonghwa spoke, giving a curt nod. “Yeah, Hwa, I'm fine.”

“So you're the Hongjoong I've heard about.” San mused suddenly, holding his hand out. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Hongjoong blindly shook the man's hand, his head cocking to one side. “You've heard about me?”

“Seonghwa here's mentioned you a time or two.” San answered. “You're quite the talent, I hear.”

The words make Hongjoong smile a bit, though it doesn't reach his eyes. He could tell there was something not quite right with the pink haired male, but he can’t pinpoint the exact issue. “Thank you. I do my best.” As Seonghwa finished the beverages, Hongjoong glanced towards the table to find Yeosang was curiously gone. “I hear you're partial to the strawberry cake here.”

San nodded with a cat-like grin. “Oh, yeah. Best in the city, by far.” He purred. “It's a delight for the senses, honestly. Finding good strawberry cake is difficult.” he paused as Seonghwa set his order on the counter. “Thank you, Seonghwa, you are a lifesaver.” San stated as he picked up the cups. “I'll probably swing by for the cakes later.”

“And more coffee, no doubt.” Seonghwa teased.

San laughed as he nodded and walked away to join his brother. Hongjoong arched a brow with a low hum, dark eyes watching as San handed one cup to the male and, for a moment, the two talked. The stranger's topaz eyes widened and looked over at where they sat, locking with Hongjoong's brown eyes as they simply looked at each other. Hongjoong tilted his head as he watched the male recover after a moment and speak to San before they left.

“What's going on in that head of yours, Captain?” Mingi asked, his deep voice at a low volume.

“Nothing you need to worry about, Mingi dear.” Hongjoong answered. “Just…reading the room.” When Mingi got up to use the restroom leaving Hongjoong at the counter, it didn't take long before Yeosang appeared beside him, concerned and hovering.

“Are you alright?”

Hongjoong chuckled. “I'm perfectly fine, Yeosang. Although I am intrigued.”

“Don't be.” Yeosang replied.

“And yet you've just made them more intriguing.”

“Hongjoong, please. I know how you get when you find things interesting, but for me, do not get interested in this.” Yeosang was practically pleading as he reached to take the hand Hongjoong had used to shake San’s. “Please, Hongjoong. Leave it be.”

Hongjoong was taken back by the way Yeosang was acting, face contorted in a mix of confusion and concern. After a long silence, he sighed, dark eyes closing as he squeezed the hand holding his. “Okay, Yeosang. Okay. I'll do my best not to get curious, but you'll have to tell me why.”

#kallin.exe #Heavy is the Crown #HitC #Ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #Yeosang x Wooyoung #WooSang #demon!Wooyoung #angel!Yeosang #this is what we call style ✭ queue

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