#✧*:･ﾟ✫ MINGI & HAIL

[slyblonder]

King for a Day

MDNI

Youth Pastor!Mingi x GN!Reader

warnings: sex(gross ikr), its just a blowjob, mentions of fingering, throat fucking, spit mention, hair pulling, tears (Dacryphilia), i cant think of anything else ngl

word count: 1.9k (first long fic les gooo)

“You might want to get an early start on your Hail Marys then.”

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit..Amen.”

Following along you made a cross on your body. This will not be the only time you do this today, and it certainly won't be the last.Mingi and his father had just moved into town, the new pastor and his insanely hot youth pastor son. You had to have him. You needed him like no other. “Lord forgive me for what I do later.” Fixing your dress as you got up, smiling at all the families that passed by you.

You were never the religious kind, you never participated in church, hell you rarely even came to service. But as soon as you caught a look of Mingi you were already in your closet picking out an outfit. You’d always try your best to match him. His outfits were very simple and appropriate but also so slutty somehow. It could be all his rings and chains but once you start thinking about it your mind wonders, thinking about how his chains would look dangling in your face. You shook those thoughts out of your head, saying bye to the last few families to leave.

Upon Mingis arrival to your town you were quick to sign up as an assistant. You didn't care about them damn kids nor the lord but here you were every sunday, helping by his side teaching about the lord.

“Thank you so much for your help today. I know it was a lot harder since we had a full house.” Mingi spoke, making you jump a bit. That’s the other thing about him that had you so enamored..His voice. It was so deep and husky but so soothing. You could listen to him for hours.

“It's no problem Mingi, you did great like always. I’m just happy we let out early today.” You moved out of the pew to now stand face to face with him. “I get to hang out with my favorite person.”

Mingi looked at you with confusion and sight shock, pointing at himself. “M-me?”

Despite his “cold” and “dark” image Mingi was a very gentle and even cute person. Any and everyone could see that. “Yes, you. Why do you think I help you out so much? Why I’m always by your side? Why I’m always at your beck and call?” You watched as his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. Cute. Walking closer to him he seemed frozen, closing his eyes briefly as if waiting for something eagerly.

“You’re so cute like this…flustered and pretty.” Walking closer you stopped right in front of him, leaning up to his ear with a smirk. “If only the heavens knew how beautiful you look right now.”

“y/n I…w-what's going o-on…” You placed a quick kiss on his cheek, watching as his eyes popped open. He looked as if he saw a ghost but the tint of pink never left his face.

“Ever since you knocked on our door holding that gift basket, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You looked so fucking good Mingi. I wanted you, I needed you. So I signed up to help, anything to be closer to you. Not only did my urges to have you get stronger, I started to grow feelings for you.”

Mingi couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This is everything he ever dreamed of. Yeah, he was the pastor's son and had to keep up an innocent persona;but it was quite the opposite. As much as he was devoted to his faith he could never shake the thought of you ever since he saw you. He wanted to hold you, take in your scent…devour you. Mingi knew it would be wrong and go against his faith, but he couldn’t help but imagine such sinister acts with you.

“You’re very bad at hiding your gaze, Min. I see you stare and used to think nothing of it. 'oh, he's not looking at me, he's just giving his attention like usual…’ until I bent down and saw you staring at my chest.” You took a step back and watched his reaction with a smirk. His hands were balled up, his face still a visible pink, and a much more visible print in his pants appeared. You could tell from the way he stood there he was virgin but not in the slightest innocent.

“I- I tried to hide it…”

“Not well enough.”

Mingi bit his lip before starting to mumble.

“Wouldn’t you like to feel like a king for a day or even forever? I think you liked it.” You spoke with a small laugh moving to sit Mingi in the pew. He sat there and watched your every move, waiting for you to pounce on him.

“Y/n please… I can’t get the thought of you out of my head. I ache for you.” These words sounded like music to your ears. Mingi wanted you, ached for you, needed you. Moving into the pew you sat on his lap, feeling how big he was instantly and watching him let out a soft whimper.

“You might want to get an early start on your hail marys then.” You placed small and slow kisses on his neck, moving up to his jaw, sucking lightly. He sounded so fucking needy, and you to wanted to hear him scream in pleasure but decided to spare him.

“H-hail Mary, full of grace…The L-lord is with thee fuck y/n-“

“Don’t stop, keep going.” You began to bite at his skin, leaving small marks that would disappear pretty quickly. “Blessed art t-thou amongst wo- ahh…women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” Mingi finally allowed his hands to rest at your waist, gripping tightly with each bite. “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us s-sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.”

“Amen indeed, I can’t believe I have you all to myself Min. You sound so pretty under me. You’re already so hard for me, I think I should do something about that huh?” You laughed a little as Mingi began to nod very quickly, begging to feel something more. Moving off his lap you found a way to kneel in front of him. It was a little uncomfortable but such a small price to pay for what was in store. Mingi took a second to look at you, taking in how pretty you looked in front of him. He mindlessly reached for your cheek and smiled, knowing there was no going back once you started and he was okay with that.

You wasted no time and began to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, biting your lip as you could see his print more and more. Lifting his hips Mingi helped you pull his boxers and pants down to his mid thigh, giving you more than enough access. Mingi was big. Bigger than most you’ve been with, you were determined to take all you were given. “Please…do something…” Looking up at him doe eyed you licked a stripe up his shaft, smiling as you finally got a taste of him.

Licking up his precum you took as much of him as you could, moaning and slightly gagging at how full your mouth was. Mingis hand quickly moved to hold onto one of the ponytails, bucking his hips at the sudden warmth. Your mouth felt amazing, he was sure he'd cum in no time if you kept it up.. “Your mouth feels better than I imagined fuck..” Mingi moaned, throwing his head back trying his best to keep as quiet as possible. The worst part is if someone walked in right now, he would care less. All his prayers were being answered right before him.

Tears ran down the side of you face as you let Mingi fuck your throat. He was a lot more rough than you imagined but damn did it turn you on. You let your hands travel between your legs, slipping into your underwear and inserting two fingers to fill yourself up more. Feeling so stretched out you let out a moan sending vibrations up Mingis cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Lord, please, please please forgive me.” Hearing him beg for forgiveness turned you on so much, inching close to your own release.

You sped up your pace, fingering yourself fast and sucking off Mingi even faster. Every cell in Mingis body felt like it was on fire; He's never felt this kind of pleasure before and hopes that this will never be the last. Mingi grabbed onto both your pigtails, practically hunched over your body. If anyone had walked in right this moment they would just think he was praying. “yn i-im cumming! im cumming oh—oh my god…thank you, thank y-you.”

Cumming down your throat felt amazing to Mingi. From your face stained with tears, spit, and cum; your legs sore and shaking from cumming so hard. You both stayed like that for a second, Mingi finally sitting back breathing heavily. You lifted off his cock, making sure you swallowed everything and taking a deep breath.

“You have a thing for being rough, it's hot. You should also be thanking me, I just gave you the best blowjob ever.” You smiled, moving to place the two fingers you used to fuck your self in Mingis mouth. “A small taste of what's to come. Literally.”

You laughed and used his legs to help you get up, sitting right next to him in the pew. “Y-you want to do this again?” Mingi asked, shocked since he has yet to catch his breath properly.

“I told you I can make you feel like a king for a day, or forever. I think we both want forever…unless I'm wrong?” You searched to see where your bag was, reaching into the pew behind you and pulling it into your lap and searching for wipes to clean you both up.

“No! I mean, you're not wrong…I would really like that,I just feel like I'm still dreaming…” Taking the wipe he was handed, he cleaned up any excess spit and around his thighs before pulling up his boxers and pants.

“Dream or not, I’m all yours Mingi. I’m heavily devoted to you.” He looked at you with so much awe and lust, wiping your stray tears and smiling softly.

“I’m more than willing to sin for you, dream and reality.” And he meant that, no amount of repentance will make up for it and he was okay with that.

“You should come over this weekend, My parents are gonna be out of town. We can see how devoted we are to each other, like the lord wants.” You spoke soft, moving to whisper into his ear before pulling back and giving him a quick peck. “See you soon Mingi, or should I say pastor Song.”

Mingi watched as you picked up your bag and waved bye with such a sinister grin, you truly were a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He sat there and thought back on everything he just experienced, chuckling at how lucky he just got.His prayers were definitely answered. Thanks God. He shook his head and moved to kneel down, folding his hands and bowing his head. Might as well get an early start right? “Hail Mary, forgive me, blood for blood, hearts beating…”

©️slyblonder

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a/n :I FINALLY DROPPED THIS FIC OMG!! Sorry i took so long yall, life started turning me every way but loose and then also starting a new job drained me. But enjoy I hope yall like it, if not also lmk you hate it🗿 okay byee love youu

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@slvtiny @pandoora-the-pink-goth @pearltinyy

[cybrsan]

ATEEZ as Benders

Masterlist | A/N: A glimpse into each member and their roles in my upcoming ATLA-inspired, Wooyoung x reader fic for the second part of my title track series. Will most likely end up writing a fic for each member and turning this into a sub-series of its own. Let me know what you think! Edit: As of 11/11/23, this has been turned into a series. Check out the masterlist here.

Hongjoong

Element: Fire

Occupation: Diplomat, Strategist

Personality: Intense, strong-willed, passionate, loyal, creative, intelligent, charismatic

Fun Fact: Hongjoong, despite being young, has become one of the government officials with the best reputation. He is incredibly persuasive and cunning, and he uses his skills to enact the will of the people and do his best for the good of the Fire Nation. He has a lot of secret admirers, often finding chocolates and other gifts in his office, but don't mention that to him or he'll get shy.

Seonghwa

Element: Water

Occupation: Artisan

Personality: Sensitive, nurturing, perfectionist, reliable, open-minded, adaptable, empathetic

Fun Fact: Seonghwa is known to make some of the most beautiful carvings and jewelry in the entire Water Tribe. All benders, no matter what nation they're from, would love to own one of his pieces. But secretly, he loves to make toys for kids to play with and prefers that to his main job.

Yunho

Element: Air

Occupation: Acrobat

Personality: Jovial, spontaneous, free-spirited, romantic, kind, helpful

Fun Fact: Yunho often tours the four nations with his troupe, and his solo act has become a favorite amongst children and adults alike. What makes his routine even more impressive is that he has an incredible mastery over his bending, and performs without ever touching the ground. Incredibly charismatic and entrancing to watch, his performance will capture both your attention and your heart.

Yeosang

Element: Air

Occupation: Meditative Guide

Personality: Unique, endearing, positive, dreamy, free-spirited, peaceful

Fun Fact: People often find Yeosang to be in his own world, a step or two behind everyone else. It makes it hard to believe that he's one of the best meditative guides hailing from the Air Nomads, helping troubled souls find their inner peace through deep and intense focus. Truthfully, he's aware of everything that's going on but only likes to pay attention to the things that really matter to him.

San

Element: Fire

Occupation: Firebending Instructor, Tactician

Personality: Passionate, unpredictable, alluring, strong-willed, independent, principled

Fun Fact: San is one of the best firebenders in the nation, having mastered the technique of blue lightning. People would pay unspeakable amounts of money to be taught by him, but he only teaches those without the means to compensate him, dedicating his time to the underprivileged. He gives free classes at the orphanage his father runs, while he gets his money from the government, advising military leaders on the most effective ways to deploy firebenders and utilize their bending skills in combat.

Mingi

Element: Earth

Occupation: Architect

Personality: Patient, conciliatory, persistent, logical, diligent, complex, gentle

Fun Fact: Mingi loves creating things, but he also finds himself wanting to leave a positive impact on the people and environments around him. That's why, when designing any sort of structure, he taps into the vibrations of the earth, seeking its guidance to foster a harmonious connection between the building and its surroundings. He believes that humans and the earth can live together in harmony, strengthening and taking care of one another.

Wooyoung

Element: Water

Occupation: Healer

Personality: Enigmatic, sensitive, giving, comforting, loving, altruistic, committed

Fun Fact: Wooyoung has mastered a unique form of healing that he calls "Wavesong" where, through singing and dancing, he can project vibrations through water that promote healing within wounded individuals, allowing him to help not only their bodies but their minds. People believe this is because he is moon-blessed, a child born under the Siren Moon that only rises once every 88 years. Wooyoung lets them believe that, not wanting to reveal that his true "blessing" is having prophetic dreams that tend to get him in more trouble than they're worth.

Jongho

Element: Fire

Occupation: Ceremonial Performer

Personality: Courageous, idealistic, adventurous, passionate, independent, powerful, dynamic

Fun Fact: When Jongho isn't participating in a ceremony or ritual, he often busks on the streets of the capital, entertaining passersby for fun. If you manage to see him, either in an official or unofficial capacity, you should consider yourself lucky. Whether it's due to his bending or simply his natural talent, his voice seems to imbue the listener with a feeling of warmth and a nostalgic longing for home.

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 52]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.3K

Chapter warning(s): This is a heavy chapter. There's a lot of strong emotions, exchanges of hurt and mean words between characters, self blaming/ hating.

The one month of music show promotions had finally come to an end. While the boys were still performing the new songs and promoting the albums in other countries and concerts, today was the last music show recording.

"You've worked hard, boys. Grab your things and let's go back to the dorm." The managers said once the boys changed out of their stage costumes in the studio.

"You guys go ahead. There's something I need to do first." Mingi told them, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"What are you doing that's so secretive?" Wooyoung asked, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"I'm going to see Indigo or go to her studio, I want to give her something to surprise her." Mingi explained, mimicking the shorter's interrogative posture.

"Alright, we'll see you at home." Hongjoong nodded and waved to the tall rapper as he ushered the others to the exit.

Mingi headed down to your studio. He had something he wanted to surprise you and put on your desk. It was the photo you took as a group during the first music show win.

"Indigo?" He knocked and pressed the doorbell but there was no answer. Honestly, Mingi didn't know if you were in or not. When there was no answer, he let himself in. From the darkness, he guessed that you were not in. But when he turned on the lights, Mingi's face fell at what he saw.

Or what he didn't see.

The studio was back to it's original state. The small couch, desk and chair. There was no trace of you at all, as if you hadn't been working in there for the past few months.

"What the hell?" He frowned, feeling shock and confusion rise within him. Whatever was going on, Mingi needed to see you now.

"Taxi!" Mingi hailed a cab and told the driver to speed him back home. He didn't bother waiting for the lift and ran up the stairs to your floor.

"Baby!" He burst through your door.

"Mingi." You looked up at him like a deer caught in headlights. You called him 'Mingi'. That was when he took in his surroundings.

All your things were in boxes, the apartment practically empty. It was like you just moved in. But that was impossible. The only explanation was that you were moving out, not in. He didn't say anything, just looking around with wide eyes until his gaze fell on you.

"Baby. Tell me what's going on." He said, letting out a long, shaky breath to try and calm himself down. But right now, his brain was jumping to scary conclusions.

"I... I'm leaving, Mingi." You forced out the words.

"L-Leaving? T-To where?" Mingi took a step towards you but you kept your distance. Him being close to you would just make things harder.

"America, I got an offer... from a famous recording company there... Today... was the last day of my contract with KQ." You chewed on your bottom lip.

"T-That's great! I didn't hear you mention this at all. When are you coming back?" He asked, trying to look happy for you.

"I don't know..." You looked down. You couldn't look Mingi in the eye, knowing the hurt and betrayal he'll feel.

"Let's end things here, Mingi. It's been a good run... I... I'm grateful for the memories and moments... we shared... everything you've given me. But... this is where we end." You said, voice shaky. Taking a deep breath, you looked up to see Mingi just standing there, frozen at your words. Tears streamed down his face.

"No! No, no, no. This is not where we end. W-We'll try long distance or something. I-I'll wait, wait until you come back." Mingi argued, shaking his head.

"It won't work out, Mingi. We know that..." You wiped your tears.

"Y-You're not even going to try? Please, baby. Please." Mingi begged, choking on his sobs.

"Our jobs... will never let us be a normal couple... We'll be living in secret... It was wrong of me, from the start, to think that we could ever be something more..." You hugged yourself.

"No, don't say that!" Mingi yelled, making you flinch. You've heard Mingi yell but never at you. But truthfully, you knew you deserved it.

"You can't just p-pack up and leave. Why do you give up on us so easily? It was meant to be u-us against the world. But you're just leaving like we meant nothing, like I mean nothing to you." Mingi's words cut deep like swords.

"This opportunity-"

"Bullshit! Tell me the real reason you're leaving all of a sudden!" Mingi demanded. He refused to believe that you were doing this because of a better opportunity in another country.

"This has been the plan for a while now... I just told CEO Kim to let me stay until the last day of promotions." You gulped.

"And you didn't think to tell me? Am I the only fool here who doesn't know this?" He asked in disbelief.

"No one else knows... Not even Hongjoong... I told Eden not to mention it... I didn't want to ruin the comeback or distract anyone with my departure." You said.

"And how did that work out for you?" He spat.

"I thought... I thought y-you were different, that we had something genuine... that we shared a connection. I've never loved anyone more, I-I've never willingly gave anyone else my heart and trust. A-And you... ripped it up so easily. You..." He couldn't even finish his sentence amidst his anger and crying.

"I'm sorry." You repeatedly apologised to him.

"Stop telling me you're sorry when you don't mean it." He said. You shook your head, you did mean it. You were sorry for lying to him, betraying him and hurting him.

"I do mean it. All I'll ever do is hurt you, Mingi. I can't be the right person for you." You shook your head.

"I promise, I was going to talk about it to you. I didn't want things to get like this." You tried to tell him but you knew it was no use.

"What? You were going to tell me right as you were boarding the plane?" He scoffed.

"No, of course not." You denied. Even if you knew this would hurt you both, you wouldn't do that. Mingi deserved to hear it from you in person, not over the phone, not from someone else or not through a letter that you leave behind.

"What's the point, right? Whether I found out on my own or whether you told me, it would have still ended the same way..." Mingi's jaw clenched as he spoke words of bitterness.

"You should have just left without saying anything. It would beat whatever this is." He said.

"Mingi, this wasn't an easy decision to make... Please, it wasn't something that I decided overnight." You told him.

"You sure as hell made it look easy... The way you just... decided on your own to leave, pack up your things... Did you even think about me at all when you made all these decisions?" He asked.

"Of course!" You replied. You didn't mean to yell, you were just going to standing there and take all his berating but you couldn't help yourself.

"Did you even love me?" He whispered.

That was it. You broke down into loud sobs, sinking to the ground as you cried. This was harder than anything you've ever done before. The pain was immense, consuming you entirely. Of course you love him. You love him more than anything in the world. Mingi was now your world.

"Go. J-Just go. Y-You don't even care about me anyway." Mingi said, his voice now void of all emotion.

"I do care, Mingi." You cried.

"If you did, you wouldn't have given up on us so easily." He said, walking out the door and slamming it close. You could only watch him, stopping yourself from running after him.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head as you continued to cry, curling up into a ball on the ground.

You deserve this, you deserve for Mingi to hate you. If it kept him and everyone else safe, you would willingly be the bad guy.

Picking yourself up, you hailed a cab and went to pick Haneul up. You would be taking her to America with you since you didn't know if you would ever be back.

"Thank you for everything, ahjumma. Really. I know I can never repay all that you've done for me." You bowed deeply to her. When you straightened up, the ahjumma nodded her head. For the first time in forever, she gave you a small smile.

"It has not been easy for you." She said. Your already fragile heart broke even more as you cried. The old lady hugged you, patting your back.

"Take care of her." She whispered.

"I will. You know I will." You repeated as you cried. When you heard Haneul coming, you pulled away from the hug, turning around to wipe your tears.

"Unnie, are you okay?" Haneul stared up at you in confusion when she saw your red eyes and nose.

"Yeah, I'm fine, baby. Go say goodbye and thank you to ahjumma." You told her. She giggled and ran to hug the old lady.

"Be a good girl and listen to your sister." The ahjumma patted Haneul's butt, kissing the top of her head. You grabbed Haneul's bag in one hand, the other holding her hand. With another deep, grateful bow, you walked with Haneul out of there. It was expensive but you took another cab back home.

Your phone was ringing and buzzing off the hook, an indicator Mingi had told them what happened. You were hoping that the boys would not show up at your house since you were with Haneul.

"Unnie, are you really okay?" Haneul asked as you both got down from the cab.

"Yeah. Why do you keep asking?" You chuckled, squatting down in front of her to tuck her fly away hair behind her ears.

"You seem sad. Are you sad?" She tilted her head. You didn't reply her, pursing your lips as you tried to come up with an answer. Instead, Haneul reached up to hug you.

"Don't be sad." She patted your head.

"Thank you, baby. I won't be. Because you're here with me." You lightly pinched her cheek. She giggled shyly and you headed into the building with her. When you stepped out of the lift, you were thankful that there was no one waiting outside the door for you.

"Are you sleepy? Let's get showered, changed and in bed." You told her, putting her bag aside. After a quick shower, you dried Haneul's hair and laid with her until she fell asleep.

"Ugh, I need a drink." You grabbed a bottle of soju you had left in the fridge and poured it into a glass.

'I'm outside. - Hwa'

'I don't want to see anyone... Haneul is sleeping and I just want to be alone. - Indigo'

'Are you really not going to tell them the truth about why you're leaving? You'd rather leave and let them believe their own conclusions? - Hwa'

'It doesn't matter at this point. I'm already leaving tomorrow. I've caused enough hurt here. - Indigo'

Downing another shot of soju, you pushed yourself to stand up and open the door. Seonghwa looked up from his phone, taking you in. You sniffled and went into his arms as he hugged you. You cried into his chest. Not wanting other neighbours to see, Seonghwa walked you in and closed the door.

"Hwa... I hurt him so bad... I really... I hurt him." You cried into his chest. He shushed you but you were inconsolable.

It was no use, what you did broke both your heart and Mingi's heart into a million unfixable pieces. This was all your fault. You could only blame yourself for this.

"I'm sorry you have to do this and take the blame all on your own." He whispered.

"It's okay, I deserve it." You shook your head.

"No, don't say that. You don't deserve it. You don't deserve to have your life threatened just because you fell in love. You shouldn't have to sacrifice it for others." Seonghwa denied.

"Maybe it's better for him and all of you to hate me. It'll make leaving easier." You looked up at him. Seonghwa cupped your cheeks, lightly brushing your tears away with his thumbs. If only he could convince Hongjoong to come talk to you.

But the captain was still in shock. Seonghwa convinced him not to confront you after seeing the state Mingi returned home in. He knew you would be in a worse state. So he locked himself in his room.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" Seonghwa asked, brushing your hair away from your face.

"Tomorrow afternoon. The movers are coming to get the final things in the morning." You informed. Seonghwa nodded his head.

"Don't come to the airport tomorrow, okay? It'll make it harder for me to leave. And Haneul might prefer to go with Bunny pancake oppa." You tried to joke.

"Then I guess this is goodbye and good luck." He smiled softly, tears brimming his eyes.

Now it was your turn to reach up and gently wiped the tears that slipped down his cheeks. You hated this, a part of you didn't want to see it. That's why you dreaded it. You didn't want to be the cause of anyone's tears. And now, your big brother Seonghwa was crying because of you.

"Keep in touch, okay? At least let me know you're alive." He hugged you tightly.

"Maybe not for the first few months... Or I might be tempted to leave and come back." You said. Seonghwa nodded, understanding where you were coming from.

"I know I have no right to ask for anything... But please, take care of Mingi for me..." You said, your lip quivering as you cried.

"You know we will." He promised.

"You'll always have a place here with us. We're family, no matter what." He kissed your forehead. With a final tight squeeze of a hug, Seonghwa let go of you and left your apartment.

Returning to bed, you crawled in with Haneul. You softly brushed her hair back and placed a kiss on her cheek with a loving smile on your face. As long as Haneul was safe, you promised to keep her safe and that's a promise you'll keep.

"I love you so much." You whispered, holding her close as you closed your eyes.

While Haneul slept, you worked with the movers in the morning to get your remaining things ready to be shipped to your storage unit here or to your new house in America.

"Please help yourself to the coffees and breakfast muffins." You gestured to the counter, bowing.

"Thank you." The workers bowed. You went to pack your suitcase.

"Unnie?" Haneul sat up, looking around before finding you seated on the ground in front of the luggages. You waved at her.

"Good morning, baby." You smiled. She slid down from the bed, crawling into your lap and holding onto her plush tightly. You didn't mind that she was leaning against your chest as you packed. As she slowly woke herself up, her eyes followed the way you packed the clothes and laid them down.

"I heard you and Bunny oppa talking last night... I was sleeping but I could hear you." Haneul said. Your hands stopped. Just how much did she hear?

"I heard you crying and saying sorry. Why are you sorry to Bunny oppa?" She looked up at you.

"Because goodbyes are hard, baby."

"Then why are we saying goodbye? I like the oppas, they should come with us so we don't have to say goodbye." She asked. You didn't know how to tell her.

"Sometimes, we just have to say goodbye to each other, even if we don't want to." You told her.

"Then is big princess coming with us? You said you're like an omma and appa that haven't got married yet right?" She blinked. You shook your head with a small smile, stroking her head. You didn't blame her for being curious, she was close to them too.

"Big princess needs to stay here and work. He and the other oppas stay here and make people happy when they sing and dance." You explained to her.

"Let's brush our teeth and have some breakfast. How about cereal and yoghurt?" You suggested, knowing they're her favourite.

"Yes!" She grinned, taking off to the bathroom. Thankfully, you managed to successfully distract her.

"Alright. Yoghurt and cereal!" You took the items out of the fridge, putting them in plastic disposal bowls for her and handing her the spoon. She sat with you in the bedroom as she ate.

"Unnie, where is your breakfast?" She tilted her head.

"I already ate this morning, baby." You ruffled her hair with a smile. You finished packing some luggages and put them aside.

"Bear oppa!" Haneul suddenly exclaimed, making you whip your head around. Haneul abandoned her yoghurt and ran to hug Jongho's legs. Jongho smiled softly, stroking her head and bending down to hug her tightly. Seeing Haneul leave her favourite yoghurt behind just showed how much she loves Jongho.

"Hey." He nodded over to you. You nodded in reply.

"I'm sorry the place is a mess. The movers just got the last of the boxes this morning." You apologised. Jongho shook his head with a hum. He sat down with Haneul in his lap.

"Here." He handed her the bowl of yoghurt and cereal for her to continue her breakfast.

"Mingi hyung told us." He said.

"I see... I honestly wasn't expecting anyone to come at all so I'm surprised you're here. I was just going to pack up and go." You shrugged.

"They wanted to come... But I was the only one that could do it without crying. Plus, I wouldn't let you leave without seeing my little bear and saying goodbye." Jongho chuckled.

"Is the house in America all settled?" He asked.

"Yeah. They've got everything ready for me. A big studio space, a nice apartment in a fancy complex, all that. The agent even sent me some schooling options for Haneul when we get there. I'll need to look those over before enrolling her." You explained.

"That's good. Well, no matter where my little bear goes, she'll do well. She's so smart." Jongho looked down, pinching Haneul's cheek, who giggled happily.

"There's a Korean International School... It would be good to go there to continue under the same education system." You thought out loud.

"Especially if you're planning to come back after some time..." Jongho said.

"But-"

"I know you don't know what the future is like yet. I'm just saying 'if'. It'll make transitioning easier for her, I know some kids have a hard time with migration." Jongho explained.

"Yes and I want her to continue speaking Korean as a first language, not a second." You said and he nodded. There was a short silence that hung in the air.

"They don't hate you... you know... Or at least, most of them..." Jongho added, as if he was reading your mind. You were grateful for his honesty. In your head, you already knew who amongst the boys would be the most upset. Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Yunho probably had some strong words to say to you.

"They should hate me. You should too. Especially after what I did to Mingi yesterday." You said bitterly.

"We both know that deep down, you didn't want to say those words. You didn't want to have to do that, to purposely hurt him. I know you still love Mingi hyung." He looked at you.

"You do?"

"If you didn't, you wouldn't be leaving."

~

Series Masterlist

[full-hd-sun]

99 line

san: hail satan!

wooyoung: rain satan

yeosang: snow satan

hongjoong: ...

yunhoo: tomorrow there is a 98% chance of precipisatan

jongho: it`ll be foggy in the morning...

mingi: ... lots of condensatan!

seonghwa: please, just stop-

[kingmaker-a]

Nocturnal Games | Kim Lip

Alternative Title: Forgotten Moments Between Two Liars. It's Complicated AU - It really is.

Warnings/Tags: misfit reader, Jungeun is student council president and popular, reader's best friend is into Jungeun, so it's complicated. Underage clubbing, drinking and smoking (though it would be legal where I'm from). Injuries and mentions of fights, implied driving under the influence, brief mentions of supernatural elements, everything is a mess and reader might not be a good friend.

Premise: What should've been a night out with your friends treads on to some interesting ground when miss student president needs a ride home.

Wordcount: 5.1K Genre: Fluff(?), Angst (?) it's a mixed bag.

Vibes/Songs: Les (Childish Gambino), Right Here (Chase Atlantic), After Dark (Mr. Kitty), What You Need (The Weeknd), Call Out My Name (The Weeknd) and Friends (Chase Atlantic)* *I prefer slowed + reverb for that song in particular.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the dorm."

You hadn't planned to drive, hell you even offered to sober drive instead of Karina… 

"You're not taking Karina instead?" 

Everything is a mess– Swept in the hailing afterthought of a night out with your friends. 

You lost Mingi, found him with Miyeon, a drunken smile plastered on his lips. 

Tried hanging out with Seungcheol before he was all over Karina's sister. 

That's without even thinking about Ryujin and Hyunji–Your fingers ghost over your brow pinching the bridge of your nose. 

"Because I don't want Karina to find out about my bike and I know you can keep a secret." 

It's the beleaguered sigh that slowly pulls its way from your lips with a creaking crawl that reminds you, despite it all, that you do trust her. 

It's hard to miss the flare of her perfect white teeth as they paint her smirk— or the slight wince that twitches across her busted lip.

It's fresh, vibrant compared to the darkened flecks that orbit her eye and dust against her cheek. 

Barely noticeable, hidden against waves of practised skill and brush to everyone except you. 

It isn't her usual style, and you can't help but wonder why you know that. 

Instinct. 

Anger simmers in her eyes and her nostrils flare, "you don't want to check me over and make sure I'm really me like Mateo?" 

You've had the distinct luxury (or misfortune?) of clashing blades with sword masters and other entities. 

Yet, nothing quite matches the restrained fury or venom that licks at her voice like a barbed knife. 

Your best friend's paranoia wasn't entirely unfounded, after all he'd gotten to know the imposter rather… intimately. 

Still, now wasn't the time to linger on the past, not underneath the whining hum of fluorescent tube lights awash in a seedy medical clinic. 

You throw your hands up, your eyes catching against familiar shoes, "I know it’s you since you still have my shoes."

She’d taken to them like a fish to water compared to her usual heels, that clacked against the ground with the echo of her mother— Who wears heels to a ghost investigation?—

There's an exaggerated flare to the roll of her eyes, a flicker of a tender, cool, cocky smile. “You’re not getting them back you know?" 

It's nice to see the sizzle behind her eyes, the unsnuffable flame despite tonight's best efforts. 

Sheis getting awfully comfortable though, a familiarity that you can't quite understand, but maybe, just maybe it's because it's been a long night. 

Still, you hadn't expected to run into her tonight. Thursday and Friday had been tough days for her - auditioning on next to no sleep and nearly turning into a monster during the attack at the school. 

… Man, it's only been a week since you've started this gig. 

Your eyes roll like flecks of sand between your fingers, a tired sigh trembles across your lips. 

“I know.”

She's eager, that's the only thing you can note as she pounds back drink after drink like the thumping bass line that hangs thick in Zorro's. 

Making up for lost time like Karina before her. 

You shouldn’t point out how similar they can be, the flash of Crash's eyes kills the idea before it can even leave your tongue. 

They mix like oil and water. 

It's weird the way you can pick out the notes of alcohol on her breath– even from this distance. The fruity tang of a Wumpa Shake to the smooth glide of a Super Slide. 

Again, she's getting way too comfortable knowing that you're the one who has to drive her back to the dorm. 

Is this how Karina feels whenever you call her at some god forsaken hour? 

… You should be nicer to her. 

Though part of you loathes the idea of being alone with her especially in your current state. 

Caesar would give you no mercy if something were to transpire between you and his girlfriend. 

"You know I could talk to her about it," there's a softness to her otherwise beady eyes, as liquor flows through her lips. There's a dainty elegance to the way her lips purse, her fingers dance across her straw eliciting a soft mixing stir of her drink. 

All it was missing was a small umbrella really, though as you notice the collecting pile on the bar… Crash probably gave up on the decorative element. 

Still, part of you winces at the way she's able to peek past the curtain of your mind for but the briefest moments. 

It was probably best she didn't look too deep. 

"Huh?" is all you can manage, a whispered echo despite your best intentions. 

She clings tight to your words, able to parse them with a gentle ease even in the eves of overstimulating neon lights and alcohol-induced haze. 

Maybe that was just you? 

She smiles, the kind that feels reserved just for you, the real you. It's odd to feel vulnerable underneath layers of lies, jokes, countless personas and more lies. 

An innumerable legion at this point– It's the only way to keep up with your father. 

"She's into you B" That's the real sticking point isn't it? The way your middle initial peels off tongue, the way it scintillates with a knowing edge. 

A reminder that she knows you more than you remember. 

But you know her too, somehow. 

The flicker flames of a smirk is but smoke and mirrors against the solemn glint in her eyes. 

"We should get you home, Yeji's probably worried about you."

It doesn't quite click right… At least not straight away, though you could, should blame the poison in your own veins for that one. 

Her hazel warmth nestled against your back, her arms wrapped around your waist with an almost desperate tightness. 

Though you're probably making that last part up, too much media does rot the brain after all. Still the student council president being into the weird kid is an interesting bit of brain rot. 

Yet as you peer down at the familiar leather jacket keeping her warm, it's easy to admit that the delinquent, president trope is a lot better. 

If only your best friend was smoother. 

Yet it's that very poison that slushes through your skin, dampening the cold edge of the night air that bites against your skin. 

You're drunk driving. 

Your bike obeys you as you pull over, there’s a steadiness unlike the darkened edges of your vision, as your brain basically stumbles against itself as you park. 

Kickstand, that's your first thought held underneath the amber glow of a street light, the only other witness to the crime that is the two of you. 

Your feet grit against loose specks of gravel and asphalt. 

"What's wrong with you?" 

So many, many things. Your fingers fight through your own unfamiliar jacket snatching at an equally unfamiliar vice. 

Cigarettes. 

It'd be weird to cross that line in front of her– Part of you wants to assume she's a goody two-shoes like her title implies but you know better unlike Mateo. 

It's not his fault, he's the new kid. 

Even if you didn't, liquor still clings to her breath as she peers up at you with a clocked eyebrow. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Somehow… impossibly so, your voice is softer than you expect, the expletive a mere garnish on top of the sentence. 

"What do you mean?" Her head tilts to the side, her eyes soft and glassy against the amber hue of the street light and the soft glow of the moon that barely peeks through it all. 

Your finger bounces against your brow as your cigarette rests against your lips. "I'm drunk, Jungeun… Like really drunk-" 

And you're worried. Worried for her of all people, worried what her mother would think, it clings and trembles against your breath and down your fingers. 

Maybe that was the first crack in your porcelain mask, a persona you don't even remember adopting. 

You pull at your lighter and ignite, maybe the smoke can fill the gaps in it all?

It's a disgruntled huff that leaves your lips first, quickly replaced with an intake of cigarette smoke and nicotine, it buzzes and dances against the alcohol in your veins, bouncing with a vibrant easing joy. 

A slow release as smoke drifts and sails through the air, you can see why Mateo enjoys it. 

Her hands are soft against yours, looping two fingers around your pinky. 

"I trust you."

There's something unspoken in the slow drift in her voice, something you can't quite pluck out. It's firm and resolute, familiar like the crest of sunshine against your skin, yet foreign like memories from another life. 

It's warm, the fluttering feeling in your chest. She doesn't know better, doesn't know the things you know. 

Pure blind faith in you. 

After all, how could she know about your bike being some freak science project from one of the sci fi movies your mother loves so much? 

There's that glint in her eye, the kind that cuts through the softness with an analytical edge. 

"Your driving does seem a bit mechanical though."

Another flared smirk, cocky and daring, pleased with another peak behind the curtains. 

You scoff, painting the crisp night air with plumes of smoke. 

The moment is gone, if it was ever there. 

Forget anything that lingers in your chest, any nestled embers that threaten to ignite against even just a spark, just the idea she has a soft spot for you. 

Why would she hangout with you of all people anyway? 

You shelter yourself with a cocky smirk, the weapon of choice for your persona of the night, a facsimile of when you used to be popular with some inspiration from how Mateo can seem. 

At least on first glance. 

"How are you and Mateo?" 

There's a flicker in her eye, that's a loaded question and part of you can't help but feel a ripple of joy. Still, you of all people can pick apart the evidence, the slight click of her tongue, the briefest tug of a frown at the corner of her lips. 

Yet, you still lie, like you don't know the twisting corridors of her brain intimately.

"I figured he was doing well since you guys looked like you had a decent conversation at Zorro's…” You gesture at the jacket with your stick of cancer. “Hell, you're even wearing his jacket."

It's odd though, the instinctual way you can peel back her persona and all her would be lies. 

Even if you don't have proof. 

Though, that's what lends credence to the word instinct after all. 

There's a roll of her eyes and a pointed swivel. 

You fight back the chuckle that buckles against your lips as she almost shrinks into his leather jacket. 

"He's… got a lot to make up for."

It's hard to keep up with all the whispering ghosts, the strained emotions that dance through her eyes under the amber flicker of the street light. 

But there's one that sticks out the most, as it dances to and fro. 

Hurt, it glimmers as moonlight pierces through amber hues. A lake forgotten with time. 

"There's only so long before he gives up… Like everyone else." There's a deep breath, it racks against stressed pain like the sharp edge of a knife. "Plus, I told him I have feelings for someone else."

There's a look of recognition as she looks up at you, nestled in layered warmth. It's another crack in your veneer as you fight so desperately to hold the mask tight. 

It's a weird dance, to hold a mask as a shield, as your instincts bleed against your mind. 

You have no proof, but you know who. 

"Surely, he's still willing to put in the effort… Even if the cards are stacked against him."

Still the mask crumbles slowly against the ebb and flow of empathy. He wouldn't be the first to give up at the first sign of difficulty after all, that much even you remember. 

Despite everything between the two of you… She deserves the effort. 

But he wouldn't, you're sure of it. After all, he still fights tooth and nail against Caesar whenever he's in a mood. 

Only the soft after midnight breeze crests the silence between the two of you, liquor clings tights against you with a warm embrace, a magnanimous shield. 

It's easy to catch the question on the edge of her lips, still it's hard to tell if it's a sharpened blade or a humble gift. 

It's the soft click of her tongue that pulls it back, it's a flared brow that spurs it forward like a rampant beast. 

"Figured out who made you chocolate for Valentine's day?" 

It's an afterthought compared to your newfound responsibility. 

"Nope." 

Not definitively at least, more just gut feelings and wishful thinking. 

"Not even just a little bit curious?" 

It's hard to pick apart her expression as it's dyed under amber hues, a raised eyebrow and a glint of curiosity. Her lips tighten ever so slightly, rolling to one side in a roiling wave. 

"Miss Esperanza gave me a list of suspects," there's a flash of intrigue, drawn to the pulse of your gossip. 

It's hard to ignore the way you feel the air practically sizzle when she strays close to you, hanging on to your silence, hungry and eager. 

If there was one thing that kept Angelview High going it was gossip. Still you couldn't deny the feeling of joy that plucked at the edge of your brain, to coax her with gossip… just to snip it away. 

"...But I haven't had the time to look into it, not with the attack that happened yesterday."

There's a flare of annoyance, as her eyebrow twitches, calculating if you were even worth hanging out with before her mind trails off, lost in thought. 

There's an odd vacancy in her eyes, like trying to peer through a fog during a stormy night. 

"... Yesterday?" Her eyebrows tighten, her voice nothing but a troubled, shivering whisper.

It's cold you realise, you're not drunk enough to ignore that even in the whispering dark as instinct takes hold. It makes it all the much harder to ignore the warmth you feel cresting up your hand and into your chest as you hold her hand in yours. 

You take another drag of your cigarette, placing a trinket in her palm; small, in the shape of a bat. It's edgy, vampiric even, a complete tonal clash against the student council, drama club queen you'd grown to know or remember in your case.

But it is hers nonetheless, it's soft, the way the fog dissipates from her eyes, replaced with a soft tender bloom. 

Her shoulders loosen, melting away waves of tight tension as she releases a soft sigh. 

She's… different in that moment, your mind clings to the word iridescent as if that could truly describe even a semblance of it all. 

But it doesn't, it can't after all. 

How can one word even articulate the way her smile drifts between the soft moonlight glow and the warmth of nestled amber streetlight. 

Her eyes shift from the trinket to you, it's a soft invisible pull as laughter trickles from her lips.

It's weird, but in a good way. The kind of way that makes you smile unconsciously in her presence and part of you wants to hate it. 

But it feels natural. 

Instinctual. 

Real. 

Her laughter fades, slumbering into a soft smile - wistful and melancholic as her eyes linger once again on the trinket. 

"Man, this is either gonna be really sad or really funny." Her grip tightens against it as if it would turn to sand if she didn't. 

It's easy to get lost in her eyes as she returns her gaze to you, gone is the frenetic tension, enveloped in a patient warmth. 

A bonfire on a cold night. 

"What do you mean?" It's a stupid question, you can feel that. It's a familiar pluck at the back of your brain, still the words leave all the same. 

She smiles softly, a tender hug to hold the moment, her eyes linger even as her head tilts to the side. 

You don't know why, but it reminds you of sunflowers and yesteryears, crested with the dew of forgotten, child-like promises.

"You know the rules of the game, I…" Her eyebrows knit together. "She won't remember what we talk about, not when you take the trinket back."

And you have to, those are the rules. 

There's an unexplainable smoothness to the way she shuffles next to you using your bike as a makeshift bench. 

You hate the way you trace every movement, every moment as her eyes drift up towards the moon. 

A joke comes to mind, Karina said it best. 

"Is this where you tell me, the moon is beautiful isn't it?" 

It's warm in those moments, the way she turns back to you a smile, so deep and sincere you can see it in her eyes. 

Still it does nothing against the turmoil in your chest, the warmth of the sun suffocating against thick storm clouds. 

It's wrong, you remind yourself. 

It's wrong to share these intimate quiet moments, to feel the bloom of something more in your chest. 

To feel so effortlessly yourself… 

To feel safe. 

After all, Mateo has expressed his interest in her and you could see it, you really could. 

You stoked the flames in his chest, pushed him towards her… Because you believed in him. 

Even in spite of those brief moments at the observatory–You gave him the right nudges here and there, your best attempts to keep him on the best track. 

Your grip tightens against your cigarette, against the worn leather seat of your bike. 

The delinquent and the student council president is a better story. You could imagine the drift of cigarette smoke past his lips slowly twisting through hers. 

"Why?" It cuts like a knife through it all, you fight against the bile that threatens your throat. 

You take a drag, feign ignorance against the thoughts that cloud your mind, cock an eyebrow. 

"Why, what?" 

There's a softened, slightly folded frown pressed into the corner of her lips. 

"Why would he think it's actually me?" 

It's a hard fight, fought tooth and nail, to not join up in arms, to denounce him as another stupid hopefu-

"I think…" Your lips purse, tightening against the little knot of anxiety caught in your throat, finger bouncing against your brow as plumes of smoke drift slowly through the cold crisp air. 

"It's not about thinking she was you, but wanting her to be."

You hate the way she gazes at you, takes in every word with those soft moonlit eyes. The way it tightens that knot in your throat with every passing glance. 

Still, she scoffs, rolls her eyes at the idea. 

"So you're saying you don't like the idea of the bad boy and the goody two shoes?" 

It's that glimmer in her eyes that tells you it's all for show, an exaggerated performance just for you, as her arms cross and her eyes roll, a huff at the edge of her lips. 

"What makes it so good huh?" Her voice whines like the crinkling of foil, still it plucks the right notes to write the beginnings of a smile on your face. 

Try as you might to hide it with another drag of a cigarette. You nearly choke on fumes embattled on the edge of laughter. 

"Well," it's hard to articulate against the bubbling bloom in your veins held under her gaze. 

Corruption isn't the word you want to use, but it's close enough, the right fuel to ignite a fire. 

"It's about rubbing off on each other, really." You offer a scuffed smirk, scraped by the huff of a thought against plumes of smoke. "It's the peak of opposites attract isn't it?" 

You hold the cigarette aloft between two fingers, smoke drifts and flows through the night air, hot orange burns against the ashy tip. 

A torch by any other name. 

"I guess the cigarette signifies the point of no return."

Her head lists to the side peering past the cigarette, it's hard to fight the focus she pulls from you; her soft eyes, entrancing and safe. 

Maybe that's what scares you, more than the unknown, more than being wrong. 

It's being right. 

Again, it's just instinctual. 

She holds her hand out, a smile playing against her teeth. 

"Pass it here." 

It's odd, really it is. The confident ease in which her grip ghosts over your own, the way she plucks the vice away against her own lips. 

It's hard to ignore the way your jaw slackens ever so slightly, surprised at her sheer audacity, too used to a dance of lies and shielded personas. 

It's irresistible and you hate it—for arguably the millionth time—the way she smiles so genuinely that it reaches her eyes. It's oddly endearing the way she shifts under your gaze, akin to trying different poses in a photo booth. 

It's natural the way a smile creeps slowly on to your lips. 

There's a cheeky, calculated glint in her eye. 

She flashes a smile, taking a slow drag of the cigarette. Plumes of smoke drift past her lips before buffeting you in the face with a focused assault… Or at least it would've been. 

She's nothing but sputtering coughs as smoke parts her lips in choked spurts. Her face contorts and twists ever so slightly. 

It takes everything in you not to laugh. You're thankful for the diversion, a shield against the lingering glow in your chest or even worse the sinking disgust. 

You really shouldn't be entertaining this moment, not with the object of his affection. It takes everything to reel it back, to take back the line cast on it's own whims. 

Still it's hard to ignore the devilish spark in your own chest, the one that revels in all the illicit secrecy. 

To feel special. 

Your palm caresses her back, rubbing against his leather jacket, coaxing out equals waves of sputtering coughs and gut wrenching guilt. 

She turns back to you, face scrunched in the disgust you can only feel for yourself, the torch of betrayal lingers in her hands offered back to you. 

"That shit is so fucking gross," her beautiful eyes still catch the edges of a disgusted wince. 

It shatters guilt like glass, she can't be into you. 

Not after that. 

Your mask slowly crawls back together, cocky smirk and all. 

"It's an acquired taste."

It really isn't; anything to burn the stress and guilt away from your brain. You cock an eyebrow, tilt your head to the side as you take another drag. 

You feel the ghost of her lips, the tang of intoxication mixed with sunflowers and the sweetness of… Ring Pops? 

Childlike promises. 

Plumes of smoke, hover and whisper through the air; a moment to spare. 

"You know she's gonna question why she smells like smoke."

There's a glint of teeth, enamoured and fun. Carefree and expeditious, it is certainly welcome compared to her usual tense and stressed nature. 

But you're the one who has to pick the pieces.

She tugs at the collar of her jacket, his jacket—blood seeps from your chest at another twist of the knife—she sniffs at it but you already have the answer. 

"Right, right."

You can't help the slight frown that presses into your lips, your eyes trace the moon and the stars. 

Anything besides the ethereal sight next to you or the bloody twisted crime scene in your chest. 

Her thumb runs over the top of your hand, pressed against the seat of your bike. 

"Come on, I gotta have some fun in her stead," she smiles that soft gentle smile, the one that articulates the swell of lips with a preening touch. 

You relish in her soft touch, you do… Part of you thinks you always have, no matter how foreign and distant the concept. 

Equal measures warmth and disgust. 

You roll your eyes, play up your role. 

"Alright then," another drag, the final one before it's discarded, forgotten into the night. "Make things interesting."

It's that subtle almost knowing click, the kind that registers on an instinctual level. 

She smiles with a knowing caress against your hand. 

It stings when she pulls away, finger bouncing against her bottom lip as she paces, eyes adrift in thoughts against the moon. 

There's a subtle dance to it all. 

"What if I told you, you survive in a zombie apocalypse?" Mirth dances in her eyes, as you can't help but latch on to the thought. 

Because duh, of you would. 

So of course you don't notice the small cursive joy that bounces on her lips when you smile, when pride echoes into your posture. 

Nor do you notice the flecks of sadness. 

You're too caught in it all, you don't even notice how bone cold your hands are in the fleeting echoes of laughter. 

"I'm sure you don't want to spend these moments talking about work of all things."

It's the swell of her cheeks caught at the mercy of her smile that tells you, convinces you of sickly delusions. 

She enjoys it, the way you see through her.

She's confident in spite of it, that's what you li—don't entertain the thought, the knife is in your hand after all. 

"She's gonna hate this." There's a pause, echoed only by the stir of cars through distant empty streets. 

It's a devious hook with only the most intoxicating of bait. 

You fall, hook, line and sinker as you push off your bike, caught in her orbit under amber hues. 

There's no cigarette smoke to keep you safe, to obfuscate it all. 

"She's gonna deny it, she'll lie until she dies but…" She smiles, pure and wholesomely real. The truth, a secret for just the two of you caught in this moment. 

After the dust settles. 

A secret just for you. 

"She's the one who made the chocolates." 

The knife in your chest twists and snaps at the behest of your own lies and propaganda,This is all for her, all for some sick joke that she won't even remember come dawn. To give her what she so desperately wants and craves. 

Her lips quiver, caught idle in your silence as her words struggle to form. 

"Like I said, it'll either be really sad or really funny."

There's crisp sobering solemness to her words, even as you taste the alcohol on her breath. 

Still you can pluck out the embers in her eyes, through the gloss of shimmering glass. The nestled warmth of something else. 

She smirks, it's barely passable in the waves of turbulent emotion that washes through the air. 

A memory comes to mind, firm and sturdy. It's weird to be so close to her, to have her soft gaze focused on you. 

It's unlike the moment at the observatory; an earthquake and broken heels cast in dim tunnel lights. 

You thought nothing of the subsequent fall or her trapped bated breath underneath you. 

It sparks at your brain, threatening to ignite it all. The way her hair fell in lusciously decadent waves against the floor, bathed in ivory light. You still remember those precious moments held locked against her gaze, the flare of surprise that burned across her eyes. 

You remember the way her face twisted away from you, spurred by your comment. 

After all, who wears heels to an investigation? 

Only now do you realise it, the nervous cherry dusting across her cheek in those painted fleeting moments, only now can you trace the beauty—

Don't think about it. 

“You know she’s gonna push you towards Karina.”

But it's hard not to, not when you can pick out each individual eyelash that flutters with every blink or the way her breath hitches ever so slightly when you pull away. 

For your own sanity… But it's already too late for you, the devilish whispers in your brain echo to and fro with an egotistic cockiness that's intoxicating. 

You nearly fish out another cigarette under the stress of it all, but you know the role you have to play… for her sake. 

"Is that what you want?" 

There's a soft glower to her caught against frayed streetlights. She cocks an eyebrow in spite of it all, "Me?" 

Her voice saunters softly through the air, your last chance. To be a good friend, to continue to be a good friend. 

No amount of twisted reasoning or lies would amount to anything less than betrayal of the most sickening kind. 

Betrayal of the heart. 

"Be honest and you might get a prize."

It's hard to ignore the way the power gets to your head, the illicit betrayal, the taboo of it all as you stray close to her. Your fingers play against the pockets of Mateo's jacket. 

It's made all the more intoxicating in the bristling cold, the way she shrinks underneath the weight of it all even with all of her confidence she is still just a girl in love. 

She feigns it all the same. 

"It would be funny."

Still she isn't strong enough, eyes shifting away from yours under suffocating silence. 

"Look me in the eye."

A deep breath, a quiver of her lips and a snap of focus. There’s something inherently soft and vulnerable held in the cloisters of her eyes, a shimmering crystalline prison. 

"I…" the undeniable shake to her voice makes your heart sink past the bile that builds in your throat. 

Your hands pluck at hers, pulling them from their nestled warm burrows, guiding them towards the skin just above the hem of your shirt. 

It's instinctual, a gut reaction to her hesitance. 

Her touch is warm, yearningly hungry, yearningly desperate. It's a blessing against the cold grip of the night, you almost lean in unconsciously. 

Despite the way her breath paints the air with an alcoholic brush, despite the way nicotine buzzes through the caverns in your mind. There's nothing inherently Sensual about the way her grip tightens ever so slightly, the way she bites her lips caught in the throes of the thought. 

It's a quiet, reassuring comfort. 

There's a resolute strength as she looks up at you, her voice still an uneven shaky quiver. 

"You have my heart, always have," she laughs, the brief short kind, where it's almost just an exhale almost like recollecting a forgotten joke. "Ever since we were kids and…"

Her hands twist and scrunch against the cloth of your shirt, peering defiantly up at you, the smallest smile etched into her lips. 

"You always will." 

You can't help but smile despite the pit in your stomach. 

"It's too bad you hate the taste of cigarette smoke."

Her smile blooms deeper, fervently so, plucking at the fragments of confidence forgotten at the wayside. 

"I don't think I'll mind this time."

[daemour]

Pairing: Hongjoong x gn!Reader (with maybe a hint of romance?)

Genre: Fluff, comedy, photographer au

Word Count: 982

Warnings: None

Summary: Hongjoong invites you to his studio, but some complications occur

a part two to Manhattan! technically be read on its own, but more context is provided if u read the first part

more tipsy drabbles after quite long enough hehe

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“Hi, I’m, uh, here to see Mr Kim Hongjoong?” You’re out of your depth in this fancy building but when Hongjong invited you to come out and see his studio in real life, you couldn’t say no to the offer.

The secretary looks you up and down, judgment clear on his face. “And you are?”

“Ah, I’m (Y/N) (L/N),” you say, spelling it out. “He said he’d put down an appointment for me?”

The man types away, chewing his gum so loudly you can’t help but wince a little.”Mmh, I don’t see you here. Next time, come up with a more believable lie.”

Your face falls but you try not to let it bother you. Hongjoong must’ve been busy and forgot. You can’t blame him. “Ah, sorry to bother you,” you apologise and the receptionist’s eyes soften.

“If you’d like, I can try and get a hold of his office and see if he has some free time?” he offers but you shake your head.

“That’s okay, I’ll just figure out another time. Thank you so much, though.” You smile and turn around to be on your way, battling the embarrassment threatening to swallow you whole.

As soon as you get past the big glass doors, you can feel your stomach twisting. That was embarrassing. The receptionist probably thought you were a creep. Not that it wasn’t weird. Even the way you met Hongjoong was strange. Who even becomes friends with a random photographer at three in the morning who just so happens to be world-famous? You, apparently.

With a sigh, you hail a taxi and prepare yourself for yet another boring day. It was your one chance to see the inside of an actual photography studio and it just slipped away between your fingers. Now you have to deal with your roommate’s prying questions.

As you’re unlocking your apartment door, however, your phone dings. It’s a text from Hongjoong.

You’re so engrossed you don’t notice your roommate unlocking and opening the door for you. “Ayo, what are you on? Don’t just stand t here, fool?” Mingi pulls you in, tsking. “One of these days you’re gonna get kidnapped and all I’ll say is ‘I told you so’.”

You look up from your phone, rolling your eyes. “Okay, dad,” you snark, receiving a light smack on your shoulder, and you return to your phone.

Frowning, you open the attachment and stare at it in disbelief. “He spelt my name wrong!” you yell and Mingi jumps. “That fool!”

Mingi frowns, peeking over your shoulder. “Is that why you’re home already?”

You nod vigorously, indignant and amused at the same time. “I literally cant believe it! How does one even do that? I texted my name to him!”

Mingi, unbothered as he always is, laughs loud and hard. “Honestly, power to him for not even thinking about double-checking. A mood and a half confirmed.”

Apparently, you took too long to respond and a call from Hongjoong flashes on the screen. “Hey!” you answer the phone while simultaneously pushing Mingi away with the other hand. “What’s up?” Your roommate makes a face at your tone of voice and you give him the finger.

“Hey, you disappeared on me? I did write in a time for you.” You still haven’t gotten used to how fast he talks and it takes you a moment to respond.

“Ah, dude, you spelled my name wrong,” you laugh. “The receptionist thought I was trying to sneak in or something.”

Hongjoong squawks. “What do you mean?”

“Yeah, dude, you spelled it some weird way, with far too many vowels.”

Hongjoong sighs, and you can hear him shuffle some papers around. “I’m so sorry about that, (Y/N). Do you still want to come around?”

“What? I don’t wanna take another taxi. They’re so expensive. We can just do it another day if you want.”

“No! I’ll drive you. I feel bad,” Hongjoong insists, and you can hear him running through the halls of his building. “What’s a coffee shop near you? We can meet there.”

You sigh, giving in. “Thanks, Hongjoong. I’ll see you in a few.” After a pause, you hang up the phone and immediately Mingi swoops in with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You have a date,” he sings and you blatantly ignore him. “Make sure to get that cake!”

With another eye roll, you shut the door on your roommate and head back down the stairs. The coffee shop isn’t far, quite literally across the street, so you take the time to pop in and get yourself a tea. You check your phone to pass the time, but it’s surprisingly not as long as you expected as a familiar face slides into the seat across from you.

“How’s your drink?” You can’t help but smile at the sight of him with his ashy grey hair and patterned scarf. “I’m sorry you got stuck at the receptionist.”

You laugh, waving it off. “It’s okay. He was doing his job. Would you like a drink or do you want to just head out?”

Hongjoong hums. “I’ll get a drink. I’d like to spend more time with you anyway, and we can get into the studio whenever.” You squint at him, unsure if he’s flirting, and all he does is just wink and get in line at the counter. You can just imagine Mingi taking the piss out of you when you get back home later tonight.

As you stare at Hongjoong’s back, your smile widens. It’s not good to long for what may not come but the idea of it does appeal to you. Maybe things will work out the way you want, but focusing on the possibilities isn’t conducive. And as Hongjoong approaches you, a coffee cup in hand and a wide smile on his face, you know there’s no time like the present.

[beenbaanbuun]

wdym foul i think arriba!mingi was a cultural reset and should be hailed as such - woosan fruit anon (hiii it’s been a while, i hope u’re doing well :3)

i mean i guess you’re right… it is a true work of art if i do say so myself

(i’m doing good!! i hope you’re good too)

[mint-yooxgi]

you asked for predictions!!!

so i think everyone’s saying yeosang and i agree, this is personal for him especially since he’s the one she wants so i think he’ll go absolutely blood thirsty…. but….

jongho and hongjoong are going to lose their minds. i can see jongho getting incredibly protective and just fully take care of business- he can’t even spare a glance back at mc because he’s too focused on the fight in front of him but he’s not going to let her touch mc ever again. hongjoong i feel like would turn her knives against her, exacting precise matches of mc’s wounds or something intense and almost psychological. he’s completely incensed that this woman would come into their home, it’s so much more of a violation and he’s going to make her pay for it.

now as a yunho bias…. i want to see him go protective and berserk but i think in reality you’ve painted him (no pun intended) as more of an emotionally even character. he’s of course going to be angry and upset, but when mc was shot with the arrows he was focused and clear- one of the first to take actionable steps to help her. i think this will be the same, he’s more distraught than angry but he can put that aside to help her. i can also imagine a quiet moment later on in his art studio where he’s grieving that loss and mc comes to him, but that might just be my wishful thinking.

i would also put money on seonghwa going insane, and san being like blood thirsty but focused on helping mc first if she’s still gravely injured. mingi i anticipate being angry but more like yunho, he’s focused on her more than anything and i could totally see mc begging him to go check kuroo. wooyoung i can see on either side of the coin? either wildly blood thirsty and helping destroy miyeon or a bawling mess attached to mc’s side trying to heal her wounds.

sorry if this is the longest message ever and i might be off but i’m so excited and this is fun!! also if you accept emoji anons…. 🧸

oh one more thing (sorry lol) - i also kind of predict her to finally break through and pluck one of the strings- i’m not sure who’s but like almost a hail mary moment where she finally gets them and they blink home.

as far as who feels the guiltiest? there i picture yunho because he’s the one who taught miyeon and i can anticipate him regretting that and wishing he had better equipped mc to protect herself. i think hongjoong too will have a tough time after he’s done being bloodthirsty - he’s the leader and would take this all to heart in a different way.

okay i’ll leave your inbox alone now but thank you for this and the chapter 😅

I do indeed accept anon emojis, but sadly the teddy bear has already been claimed!! Just let me know of another one you’d like to use and I'll gladly sign off your asks with it in the tags!!

Yeosang is definitely at the top of berserk boys, I can confirm ehehehe

Funny you should mention Hongjoong and those daggers... One of them he is already quite familiar with... 👀

I’m literally loving this analysis of their characters, especially Yunho’s because you are absolutely right!! He is going to remain the most level headed out of all of them for the moment because his petal is suffering. Oc first, dealing with Miyeon second.

You’re also mostly right about the rest of them!! I don’t want to give too much away, but you’re on the right track for quite a few of them, and I'm so happy their characteristics are shining through!!

I love this so much, thank you for sending it in, I definitely enjoyed reading your predictions for the next chapter!! They were so detailed and interesting!!!

[honeyhotteoks]

the most realistic part of tnt is men having the absolute worst timing when it comes to confessing their feelings for you. yunho and mingi had months, MONTHS, M O N T H S (i think three right? cause y/n gets her heat every 3months?)!!! to breach the topic of not wanting it to be a one time thing or maybe mentioning/talking through residual feelings. but they ignored y/n and then only broke the ice out of jealousy/fear over the dinner plans with hwa. then even after the reconnection said nothing? AND EVEN AFTER HER SECOND HEAT!!! WHERE THEY SPENT THE WHOLE TIME WORRIED ABOUT HER!!! the second the apologies are over yunho begins to suggest y/n call them about her next heat? which does not necessarily indicate actual feelings and more so could be read as just him wanting to sleep with her again!!!!!!! it's only after y/n admits to not spending it alone and after they find a it it was "with hwa" that either of them bothers to actually ADMIT WHAT THEY ARE FEEEEEEEELING!!! but also in their defense they do kind of have a point in the fact that y/n didn't go out of her way to talk to them either after that first heat. and she hasn't been forthcoming after her feelings either. so it's kind of unfair to blame everything solely on them esp since y/n has seemingly been in denial about her feelings from the start and very quick to blame everything on her omega instincts rather than acknowledge her heart's just as involved in all of this as her inner omega is but still I SUPPORT WOMEN'S WRONGS!!! so regardless i am on y/n's side it was so much scarier for her to try and come to them about her feelings than it was for them because they could at least talk through their complicated feelings to each other. they've known each other longer and live together and have worked together for years and just know each other so intricately. in this equation y/n is the outsider with more to lose. ugh there is just so much miscommunication here and it makes me want to tear my hair out (in a good way!!) cause i can honestly see it from both sides. also the mingi hail mary kiss followed by him at the end saying i shouldnt have kissed you and y/n agreeing with him that he shouldn't have KILLED ME!!!!!!!!!! like y/n you know damn well you enjoyed every moment of that kiss and were pouring just as much emotion into that as he was!!! also yunho pulling her into a hug and her calming down instantly only for her brain to kick back in and force those instincts to the back burner and pull away AND THEN THREATEN TO LEAVE THE COMPANY?!? like my jaw was on the floor. and if that wasn't enough to break my heart you had yunho run out into the hallway after her?!! GOD THAT HALLWAY SCENE IS GONNA HAUNT ME. i kept screaming at y/n to turn around and cave!!! but woo was right when he said she would still have the same questions haunting her if she did just cave. like there would always be a part of her that questioned whether their feelings were genuine or just hormones. so they need this time apart. like logistically i know that but my shippers heart is screaming crying and throwing up right now!!!

LMAOOOO wait this made me laugh so hard "the most realistic part of tnt is men having the absolute worst timing when it comes to confessing their feelings for you."

like YEP basically.

but to respond to your ask....... yes felt. honestly our MC didn't do the best job dealing with her emotions after heat either, and i've gotten some messages saying she's at fault not the boys........ but i think we all have to remember the power dynamics of her being NEW at the company. she's really dealing with a lot of pre-established dynamics and trying to figure this all out on her own (until woosanhwa) so i give her a little grace lol

i'm glad you're enjoying tho!! this one has been so fun to write.

[bluesprng]

can we still get that name thing? and what the actual stoy behind your hala group is because it doesnt seem to be just like the actual story

Read at your own risk, children ♡ but please, I will happily take requests and questions about this series because it is entirely my favorite. I will answer just about anything because it will help me grow the characters.

So, I've done three different types of 'Gemini' Ateez stories, basically taken from the concept of Halateez. One of my Aus, is literally just Ateez x Demigod Halateez, lol. My main storyline is that Halateez are.. something kind of like Djinn; they're creatures from another world/the underworld, even, that feed on different things. However, like my Pet Names and Offering posts about them, each story takes place in a different type of setting. Hongjoong's is mostly nonau, Yunho's is college based, San's is normal au, etc. Because working with their names is kind of a pain in the ass, I made something of a guide to their 'worldly' names. If you have an issue with them.. I mean, feel free to let me know your thoughts or just don't read it 🤷🏻‍♀️ and yes, for lack of better terms, I will refer to them as creatures or demons. However, keep in mind these are my base characters for it - they all exist in the same time but my writing does change backgrounds, like I gave examples for.

Let me begin with saying I haven't fully concocted my reasoning behind why they look the way they do but it's more or less based on a curse or fuck up.

A little note: they ALL have a 'true form', as well.

Hongjoong -> Dove.

- In my storyline, Dove is a creature that existed before the Earth was formed; he doesn't feed on anything as he doesn't need to. He was born in and of the darkness of an empty world but he does have the ability to create, change and destroy things; he does have more Godlike traits to him as he created a companion to exist in the darkness with him; you'll learn who that is if you keep reading. Skipping past the world being created, the existence of Heaven and Hell, etc. he slowly but surely grew comfortable with mankind and the world. He doesn't really.. like anything but he doesn't dislike things. He chose Dove simply because he thought it was fitting; if you know the story of the Dove in biblical terms, that also helps.

Seonghwa -> Amelia.

- He was the last to be introduced to the group as a means of letting Dove rest once they were forced onto Earth. There's no really crazy story behind his name as it simply comes from Seonghwa liking pretty things, irl. It is, at the end of the day, just a pretty name.

San & Wooyoung -> Psyche and Eros.

- Surprisingly, the 'twins' born from the lake of fire are nothing alike and most likely never will be the. The names were given to them as a shitty joke via Jongho's counterpart and they liked it. More to this will be explained as I write for the Gemini series.

Jongho -> Genesis.

- The companion made by Dove was Genesis, someone who would have to experience everything with him. All of them were more or less nameless in the place they hail from, because it didn't really matter to have one. His name comes from the Bible, as well, as Genesis is the beginning and Jongho's counterpart is considered the creation and beginning of what would be the rest of the group. Dove is not in control of everyone else because he didn't create them - they come from what would be considered Hell, making both Genesis and Dove different beings.

Mingi -> Lux.

- In cliche terms for the type of creatures they are, his name derives from Latin, meaning 'Light' - it was given to him in an ironic sense and he kept it. Lux would be considered the wielder of wrath and pride. He likes to show off and be the center of attention, however as dark as his characteristics may be, Dove deemed him Light as a mockery.

Yunho -> Iris

- Depending on which language and terminology you go through, Iris can have multiple meanings. Iris is the name of the Greek Goddess of the rainbow. The flower, however, represents hope, trust and wisdom. Despite having such deep meanings, his name comes from not having a single clue what to call himself. Out of everyone, he wanted to expirience a somewhat normal, routine life - explaining the references to being a college student up top. His name simply comes from looking in a biology book when someone approached him and he liked the way it sounded.

Yeosang -> Kali

- Kali is a very strong, meaningful name for many, as in Sanskrit it means the Black One, The Divine Mother and it also refers to the Hindu Goddess of time, war, destruction, death and change. When Kali was 'born', he was born of ashes and coal, his skin was pitch black due to this. His physical form still has what looks like faded black from his wrists over his hands. His personality is fitting, depending on the situation he is put in.

[here4theheartbreak]

Cruella Hongjoong is God Tier Hongjoong. All hail Hongruella~!! The little ponytail was amazing. Probably the most iconic of all the HJ styles!

Waterbomb was A LOT to process. I am also not their strongest soldier! I was not only wounded by all the footage and photos, I was nearly fatally wounded. Choi San? Deadly. 💀😂

Oh my godddd! Those Woosan photocards?? They are SO cute. Ahhhhhhhh. I can't handle it. The ears? Wow. I totally get it, I would also want to take them everywhere.

This is probably because I had no internet for 10 days straight, but I had a dream about Mingi last week? I'm a vivid, lucid dreamer anyway.... but I touched his arms and istg it was the realest thing I've ever felt in a dream?? And then, when I woke up, I was thinking about it and I think it's kinda rare that I actually touch people in my dreams. It's happened, but not that often. And that made me curious about dreaming and dreams in general. What a strange, interesting thing it is, to be able to dream when we sleep. ☁️💤 /dream tangent

Let's see... some Ateez things that have caught my attention over the last fews days....

✨Yunho dressing up as Saiki for Mingi's birthday? ADORABLE. INCREDIBLE. AMAZING. FRIENDSHIP GOALS. I'm loving this whole 'dress up as a character they love' trend that's happening on the members' birthdays. I'm really looking forward to seeing what happens for Jongho. I literally have no idea what character it might be.

✨Mingi released his song?? I'm SO in love with it?? Ahhh, the talent!! It makes me feel SO much. It's sad but beautiful. 10/10. What a king. 👑🐺🐣

✨The clip of Mingi talking to a fan, asking her to show him the back of her 'Mingi' sign, only to discover it says 'Yunho'. The way he says 'ahhhh, it's okay, it's okay' ... it's so soft?? Heart? Melted.

✨San being so offended/upset on that show where they were discussing a husband selling all of his wife's merch without her knowing? I LOVE HIM SO MUCH FOR THAT. And he was right! The husband should get it all back, even if he has to beg. The actual audacity of that man. I would literally divorce him. 😑

✨Oh, and the YT live they did together! Wooyoung talking about the pregnant fan and San's expression in the back?? Hello?? He's too cute. ☺️💗

✨Also, Yunho witnessing SH basically caressing (????) HJ's hand in the same YT live?? Will Yunho EVER catch a break?? It's not looking likely. He must have witnessed so much. I feel like we've barely scratched the surface on the things he's seen.

✨Talking of Yunho... he really looks like Mingi in that T-pain dance insta he did with Wooyoung?? Just his outfit and the way his body moves... it's crazy.

Also on insta... The dinosaur/nyahhhh video of Hwa, Joong, San, and Jongho?? It makes me laugh so much every time I see it. We are blessed by these fools~!😂✨🦖

*hums the Jurassic Park theme tune*

On a slightly negative note. I wish they'd do more YT lives and less short videos on their app? Like come onnnnn. I miss Seonghwa's hour long lives of him just chatting. KQ are becoming monsters of capitalism. Let me have my silly men for free. Don't make me fight you.... 😩

Random but whenever I glance back over the previous ask to see what all I said/you’re responding to I realize that I make such an embarrassing amount of typos that I don’t catch. 🤣

Anyways, yess I love those cat ear pcs; I ended up adding San’s to one of the photo card holders that I keep on my bag.

That sounds like the absolute wildest dream! I almost never dream about idols either, the random one esp from back when I was writing fanfic still, they’d crop up here and there, but not often. That sounds insane. Those sort of super realistic dreams can be wild and so unsettling, so it’s a good thing this one wasn’t lol

✧ Mingi’s song was so pretty - what is this trend of super sappy/sad sounding birthday songs tho??? Please guys, getting older is not the end of the world V_V lmao

✧ I haven’t seen that clip of Mingi with the fan! But that’s so sweet, he is so soft for Yunho. During the zombie game this most recent wanteez they were adorable too.

✧ And that show was hilarious - San and Hongjoong were so delightful with them. I cracked up at the beginning when they brought up the period question and both their faces just O.O — good boys but still boys in the end 😂 (I appreciated the polite “we’re not qualified to speak on that” comment - rather than being grossed out, they knew they’d be entirely out of their element which was cute). San was so into these situations too, it was fun to watch him get so passionate about them.

✧ Yunho has had enough of this queer shit, someone give him a vacation far away from his group 😭 - I mean he’s just as bad but I’m sure he doesn’t see it that way. (Also yeah that TikTok he did with Wooyoung is going to be my new sleep paralysis demon - but yeah no you are 100% not the only one that thought that was Wooyo and Mingi; I watched it twice through before I realized the jaw was wrong for Mingi…. I think he raided his closet for the video though lol

✧ I am 100% sure that they convinced Jongho to do the dinosaur video by promising him an all you can eat meal, or his dorm to himself for a weekend - sleep or food, the ultimate motivators. (Either that or he lost a very massive bet).

✧ Ahh the TokToq situation. Like, okay I get the point of the one on one ability and all that, but they really need to make it more easily accessible. Do like maybe some for members only (and make those ones covered by the membership people pay for) and then do others for everyone, if they want their own app. Also please please for the love of god fix the translation problems. And make them not disappearing. It really needs a lot of work and unfortunately I think considering every other sms app like this is getting absorbed by the Langolier that is HYBE rn it’s just not a smart move to do - esp when YT and IG are already super accessible and everyone likes them. Hell even TikTok lives if they must. It’s just frustrating considering they could do so much more if they weren’t tying themselves to capitalistic gain (KQ, fans will spend money, I promise, put out more merch, more international fanmeets - you don’t need the 5-10 bucks that this app will gain you, I promise you can make more if you just promote your international group internationally.

✧ On a happier note tho I got my membership kit! The last group I bothered buying a membership for was bts and it took BigHit literally 11 to 13 months to bother sending it to me. And considering how small KQ is, I expected the same and wasn’t too worried about it - so when it showed up at my door on Friday I was so delighted. The tarot style cards are so cute. I decided to pull out 22 and sleeve them to use as an actual major arcana readings deck (some conversions ofc - like The Emperor is now The Sea King, Death is now The Wolf, The Devil is now Desire, etc) - I’m waiting on the sleeves to come now. I was so happy to see that they put the little fortune telling answer book in both english and korean, and it’s such a nice cute little size. I don’t want to give too many spoilers if you’ve not gotten yours yet/don’t want spoilers but it’s so nice.

✧Oh! Speaking of tarot I learned they’re making a Good Omens tarot deck, it’s coming out end of November. I preordered it, call it an xmas gift lol - I love Good Omens, it’s by far one of my favorite novels of all time and I adore the show (David Tennant has always been a favorite actor and he’s such a good person, and Michael Sheen is so sweet… Ironically rn my kid is watching Dr Who for the first time with me and we just finished Tennant’s arc, he was so upset when he regenerated - I felt bad but also… a whole mood kid, 10 is my Doctor).

And! On the tarot path, so my friend and I were joking around when I was trying to figure out how to convert Ateez’s deck to a proper tarot deck, and we joked that I have enough idols now that I could make a whole kpop deck and now I can’t get the idea out of my damn mind 🤣

Also I found this photo a few days ago and may have had a stroke and I simply cannot stop staring at it lol

[hiccoras-ismoving]

✧*:･ﾟ✫ introducing ha “ajay” jaein, 22 years old eldest member and main rapper of the rookie idol group STΔRCΔTCHER

[hongism]

blood masquerade - the eight oni

the eight oni

.♛.

Jeong Yunho - The Sympathetic Diplomat

"There's no need to worry. The others listen to me... so just stay behind me and let me do the talking!"

Birthday: March 23rd

Height: 185cm

Blood Type: A

Crest: Wolf

Homeland: Taimatsu

As the eldest, Jeong Yunho takes his position in the family quite seriously and works with a sense of duty and honor for the sake of the Kingdom of Tenjoutenge. It's rare to see this man take a day off, even when under the weather, and he is often picking up his younger brother's slack without complaint. Many believe that he will be the one to take the throne when the current ruler passes, and even more find him to be the best suited for the position.

.♛.

Jung Wooyoung - The Deceitful Kitsune

"We don't need feelings involved, do we? Those are always so messy - save it for my fool of a brother. Why not have fun now and worry about the consequences later~"

Birthday: November 26th

Height: 172.5cm

Blood Type: A

Crest: Fox

Homeland: Taimatsu

The younger of the Jeong brothers, Wooyoung sees no alliance with his family, to the point of separating his name almost entirely from his origins as to be his own individual and not bear the weight of the Jeong name. A frivolous and lackadaisical man who is seen as the nation's playboy rather than a prince, Jung Wooyoung finds his joy in toying with men and women alike, leaving his brother to pick up the mess he leaves behind.

.♛.

Park Seonghwa - The Charismatic Gentleman

"Should you ever need anything... know that I will let you want for nothing in my care. Say the word and it's yours."

Birthday: April 3rd

Height: 178cm

Blood Type: O

Crest: Owl

Homeland: Kodaichikyuu

The eldest of the eight princes also hails from the oldest region in Tenjoutenge - Kodaichikyuu. Some view him as the most princely among the eight, but others claim that he does not have the willpower to carry out any dirty work that might be required to rule the kingdom. He does not seek competition, nor does he seem to show any interest in the throne himself, but his wisdom and knowledge of all the kingdom's affair seem to imply that he's holding some secret close to his chest.

.♛.

Kang Yeosang - The Fair-Minded Prince

"The others act like such brutes vying for your affection. Should we go on a moonlit walk to clear your head? I'll look after you the whole time."

Birthday: June 15th

Height: 174cm

Blood Type: A

Crest: Bloodhound

Homeland: Kodachi

Whilst looking docile and unassuming on the exterior, Kang Yeosang earned his crest by his own hand. Some consider his beauty to be lethal, whereas others claim it's merely his hunting prowess that makes him so good at his job. There remains much mystery surrounding the prince, however, as he comes from the peaceful region of Kodachi where strife is seemingly nonexistent, making his more deadly skills all the more nefarious.

.♛.

Song Mingi - The Enthusiastic Fledgling

"I may not be the most powerful... but I can do anything I set my mind to, and if you asked me to, I would show you that determination firsthand."

Birthday: August 8th

Height: 183cm

Blood Type: B

Crest: Raven

Homeland: Kamihoshi

Kamihoshi being the youngest of all the regions, Prince Mingi is often not taken seriously when it comes to vying for the throne. He, however, is more than eager to prove himself as a formidable prince and ruler, among his fellow princes and to the people of the kingdom. His keen eye and deeply intellectual mind have earned him his crest, and each day brings new surprises out of the prince.

.♛.

Kim Hongjoong - The Unpredictable Tyrant

"You'll see to my needs? What I need is for you to not bother me while I'm working. As long as you do that, we'll get along just fine."

Birthday: November 7th

Height: 172cm

Blood Type: B

Crest: Hawk

Homeland: Mizubitashi

Despite his title, Kim Hongjoong is far from a tyrant. He himself would argue that he merely takes his work seriously and that that work is the most important thing in his life. His home region of Mizubitashi has been riddled with strife and revolts since well before he earned his title, and the health issues surrounding his father have put him in charge of the region at an early age. He bears his crest with pride, assuming all the qualities that hawks symbolize, and rules with a sharp eye and even sharper tongue.

.♛.

Choi San - The Patronizing Cheshire

"Oh? You don't like it when I tease you? But you get so feisty, how can I stop when your body gets so heated with my teasing?"

Birthday: July 10th

Height: 177cm

Blood Type: B

Crest: Leopard

Homeland: Eienshimo

Even though Prince San is the older of the two Choi sons, he is not geared for the throne in any regard on account of his parents deciding to pass that duty onto their second child. In lieu of working towards taking the throne, San instead fills his time at the strategist table, providing his younger brother with whatever plans necessary to ensure his safety. Choi San is a loyal prince, and an even more dedicated brother despite having his chance at the throne taken from him.

.♛.

Choi Jongho - The Courteous Soldier

"I'm not the best at showing my feelings and I don't wear my heart on my sleeve but... should you ever need me, say the word and I'll be there immediately."

Birthday: October 12th

Height: 176cm

Blood Type: O

Crest: Bear

Homeland: Eienshimo

Prince Jongho is the youngest of all the eight princes, although many claim that he holds himself like he is the eldest of all of them. His upbringing has guided him to take the throne, and as such he has received the most traditional training to take that position. When conflict arises in the lands of Eienshimo, Prince Jongho is the first on the frontlines, taking care of any insurrection with a cruel but swift strike of his sword and his older brother at his side always.

.♛.

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𝐷𝑎𝑑! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝐼𝑠 𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Is this Kim Hongjoong's number?"

"This is him speaking. How can I help you?" He answered as he continued to scribble on the notepad.

"This is only to inform you, your wife went into labor and she's already-"

Hongjoong didn't even wait to hear the rest as he ran out the door and quickly hailed a cab to drive him to where you were. He was nervous, but more than anything, he was excited. Finally you two were going to meet your baby. Not able to contain his happiness, he of course called the other guys since he wanted them there to share in his joy.

Before the cab could fully stop, Hongjoong was already sprinting out of there and immediately asked the receptionist where you were located. As soon as he saw you, he went to your side and held your hand.

"I'm here love. I'm here. Everything is going to be fine." He lovingly assured you, placing tiny kisses on your palm every once in a while.

He still held your hand throughout the entire process, enduring the pain of you crushing his fingers, but he immediately forgot about it when he heard the soft wailing of your son. He only let go when the nurse waved him over because from the beginning, he stated his firm intention of cutting the umbilical cord. Although he was shaking from all the emotions he was feeling, he safely got through it and began tearing up as he held his son for the first time. Hongjoong sat down next to you so you could see the beautiful creation you brought into the world. Looking over at you, he pressed his nose against your temple, nuzzling you gently.

"You did a wonderful darling. Look at our son. He's absolutely precious."

He couldn't stop praising you for all the work you did, you were beyond amazing to him at this moment. Right then, the door opened and San poked his head in.

"Can we see the little minion now?"

You and Hongjoong chuckled as 7 more heads popped in and scattered around to look at their leader's baby and first ateez baby.

"Awww he's so cute!" Seonghwa cooed, feeling somewhat jealous.

"He's got his momma's eyes." Yunho pointed out.

"And his dad's height." Mingi couldn't help but tease Hongjoong.

"He'll grow ok?!" Hongjoong was about to start nagging, but the little baby began fussing slightly and he was quick to hush him.

"No no, it's ok. Daddy didn't mean to raise his voice."

You chuckled at Hongjoong. Your son was barely alive for 15 minutes and he already had his father wrapped around his tiny finger.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

"Seonghwa.....I think my water broke..." You stood there rather calmly, one hand on your belly as you let your s/o know.

Unlike you though, Seonghwa began freaking out. He immediately went to the closet and grabbed the bag you two had already prepared for this specific moment. Seonghwa was running back and forth from the house to the car, then back in the house to leave things ready, all while you just stood there watching him. You were barely taking one step and Seonghwa immediately scooped you up to drive you to the hospital.

Even at the hospital, he was freaking out even though you two already had everything prepared for when the baby arrived. You were still pretty calm, until you actually went into labor. It was excruciatingly painful and you felt like you were going to die.

"Baby it's ok. You're doing fine, it'll all be over soon." Seonghwa encouraged you, feeling bad that you had to go through all this pain by yourself while all he could do was hold your hands and give you words of encouragement.

But it was all worth it. All that planning, freaking out, all that pain, you completely forgot about it when you held your baby girl in your arms. You were so overcome with emotions and could barely contain your tears.

"Seonghwa....it's our baby..." You sniffled as you caressed her tiny cheeks before looking over at him.

Seonghwa was just as overwhelmed as you. He was crying even more than you.

"I know sweetheart. She's so beautiful..." Not able to hold himself back, he tenderly kissed you before continuing:

"Just like her mommy." He giggled when he succeeded in making you blush.

You both agreed not to let anyone see her until you were fully recovered and also because you both wanted to bond with your daughter first, with no distractions. So it wasn't until 2 weeks later when you guys finally had the boys over to meet the baby. Seonghwa was proudly showing her off while he fed her her bottle of milk.

"Look at how fast she eats. She's such a glutton." He chuckled as he cooed at her.

Wooyoung, who was standing next to him, just watched him in amusement.

"You know..I never thought I'd say this, but parenthood really suits you Hyung." He patted the older member on the shoulder.

Seonghwa felt immensely happy hearing that. For so long he had wanted to start a family with you and now that he had it, his world was absolutely perfect, because you and now your daughter were in it. He couldn't ask for anything else....

Except perhaps.......another baby?

❥𝓙����𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho was focusing on trying to be there for you, be your energizer, especially right now while you were in pain.

"Come on baby! Push! You can do it! I know you can!" He kept cheering you on.

You let out an intense groan.

"Yunho baby I know you're trying to help but please......shut up and let me concentrate!"

Yunho didn't take it offensively. He could only imagine the pain you were going through and it broke his heart to see you in so much pain. He wished he could find a way to stop it, but he knew it was impossible. And it was even worse for you because you had double the work since you were carrying twin girls. Yunho tried to stay positive and bright for you, but the more he saw you in pain, the more he felt bad.

"Baby...I'm so sorry you're going through this-"

"You better be! You and that monster cock of yours that just had to get me pregnant with 2 kids!" You interrupted him in your chaotic state.

Hours later and you welcomed your twin babies. They were so tiny that Yunho could perfectly fit them in his large arms.

"Oh my God....they're gorgeous and beautiful and..."

Yunho couldn't contain himself anymore, he bursted out sobbing uncontrollably, which made the nurse take away the babies and give them to you just in case he dropped them or something. It took him quite some time to compose himself.

"Haha! Cry baby!" San teased him when you told them all about the experience.

"If you were in my place, you would have cried to." Yunho pointed out as he carefully showed Mingi how to hold one of the babies.

"Wow! For being Yunho's daughter, you sure are tiny." Mingi smiled at the little girl.

"Uh.....Y/N...I think this one is hungry..." Hongjoong told you when the other girl started nuzzling her face into his chest, causing the rest to laugh at how awkward he was.

"Here. I promised to show Seonghwa how to feed them anyways." You said as you took back the baby.

"Yay!" Seonghwa happily exclaimed.

"Why does he get to go first?" San pouted.

"Don't worry San, you'll get a turn. After all, you guys are also their family." Yunho nudged him with his elbow.

"But obviously I'm the favorite uncle." Mingi piped up.

"Says who?!" Jongho protested.

You and Yunho just watched them argue as they fought about who the babies would like more, knowing fully well they'd love all of them equally.

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Your tight grip on Yeosang's hand was very painful for him. When you asked if you could hold his hand, he didn't think you'd be crushing it to the point his bones cracked. He swore you popped something.

"Ok honey just breathe in, breathe out. Remember the- ugh! breathing exercises." He grunted out suggestions in the midst of your and his pain.

"Oh look! I see his head!"

The nurse instructed you for just one more big push, which it took a lot of strength on your part, but nonetheless you did it. Yeosang decided to do the dumb mistake of peeking over to see his son come out of you, but as soon as he did, his eyes went wide, he felt shocked and actually fell to the floor, nearly fainting but didn't actually.

As soon as you got over the pain and were breathing normally, you looked over at Yeosang who was still on the floor, looking up at the ceiling in a daze.

"Oh stop being such a baby. You weren't the one pushing him out." You rolled your eyes at him.

Finally composing himself, Yeosang looked at his newborn son, happily cradled in your arms. He couldn't believe you two actually made such a perfect little angel.

"Wanna go meet daddy?" You asked the baby before placing him in Yeosang's embrace.

Yeosang just stared in awe at his son, silently admiring all his features as the realization hit him that he was real and he was finally here.

"My son..." He murmured before leaning in to kiss the baby's nose, making the infant whimper softly.

"Oh look. He gets shy and fussy with affection just like his father." You teased Yeosang.

Knowing Yeosang wouldn't plan anything, the boys organized themselves to welcome you both home when you were finally released from the hospital.

"Surprise!" They all yelled as soon as you two walked in.

"Move aside bitches! The godfather is coming through!" Wooyoung pushed the others away to see the baby first.

"Strike number 1." Yeosang warned him, not at all pleased by his friend's swearing.

"See? This is why I should have been the godfather. I'm a better influence." San piped up, making them all groan.

"I've been his friend the longest! I get privileges!" Wooyoung shouted while he rocked the baby.

"Which can get revoked very easily." Yeosang reminded him as he took away the baby from Wooyoung.

"My turn! I wanna hold little Sangie!"

But before Seonghwa could even reach for him, Yeosang stopped him.

"None of you are touching my son. He does not like being touched by strangers."

They all looked back and forth each other before staring at Yeosang with a dead panned expression.

"Wow. Not even a week old and you're already turning him into a grinch like you." Jongho stated, causing all, even you to laugh.

It didn't matter. You knew your son was going to be raised and smothered with a lot of love, even if he didn't want it.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San gently held your hand, occasionally placing his other hand on top of it to caress it in an attempt to calm you down.

"You're doing such a good job honey! Such a strong woman you are!"

Nothing could keep the grin off his face. Since you told him you were pregnant, he was already beyond happy. It was like he was in paradise all those 9 months and now he felt like he was on the brink of seeing heaven, while you felt like you were in hell from all the pushing you were doing.

"Wow....13 lbs/6kg. He's certainly a big boy." The nurse told you.

You whined as you let your head fall back on the pillow. He was definitely not easy to push out. San on the other hand took that as a good sign.

"That means he'll be tall and strong, just like me."

As soon as the boy was put in his arms, San let out a half-choked squeal. His eyes started brimming with tears as he held him out for you to see.

"Look. See that beautiful person here? That's mommy."

You let out an exhausted sigh, but smiled nonetheless when San got closer so you could get a better look at your baby. San helped you hold him since you were too weak and drained to hold him by yourself.

"Hey, you did an amazing job. Thank you." San bent down to kiss your forehead.

San made sure to help you out in everything when you got back home. You two were so busy trying to adjust to having a baby around the house, you forgot to introduce him to the other guys and even forgot about your first child which was currently being babysat by Yunho and Mingi.

"Yo! Forgot something?"

Right away, Byeol jumped out of the tall man's arms and into the house, already making a run towards her favorite spot.

"Wait Byeol!" You and San chased after her, realizing the baby's crib had taken over her favorite spot.

You both stopped as you saw Byeol perch herself on the crib's railing, looking intently at the figure in front of her. Seeing a strange creature, your son immediately reached his hand out, trying to touch her. Byeol only leaned her nose in, sniffing him slowly before allowing him to pet her ears.

"Oh my God...so cute." San gasped as he clutched his heart dramatically at the sight of his two babies meeting.

"Yo! Now that they've met, can we meet him?! We're family too!"

You both laughed and allowed each and every one of the boys to come meet the baby, safely guiding them through it since Byeol already became possessive and protective over the boy.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

All the boys stood outside the delivery room. Between your wailing and Mingi's screams, they couldn't tell who was the one who was actually giving birth.

"20 bucks he faints." Jongho looked over at Yeosang.

Taking his hand out and shaking it, Yeosang agreed.

"Bet. I say he cries for 5 minutes straight."

Meanwhile it was a mess inside the room. You were in so much pain, clasping Mingi's hand so fiercely that the poor boy was on his knees, trying to get your grip off him. Every time you let out a particularly loud scream, Mingi would scream even louder than you.

"Why are you screaming?! You're not the one pushing a baby out!" You scolded him.

"I'm sorry! You're just being very scary and I'm in pain!" He whimpered as he once again tried to pull his hand away from you.

Gripping his hand even tighter, you locked eyes with him.

"Pain?! You don't know the half of the meaning of that word Song Mingi! Mark my words, make me go through this again and I will cut off your dick!"

Your threat shook him so much that he finally passed out onto the floor, laying unconscious for a while. He was woken up several minutes later by Yunho.

"Hey? You ok there buddy?" Yunho carefully helped him up from the chair.

"What happened?" Mingi asked.

"You fainted and now Yeosang owes Jongho 20 bucks." Hongjoong casually stated as he stood next to you, with Seonghwa beaming at his side.

"Can I hold her now?!" Seonghwa whined, stomping his foot impatiently.

"No Hwa! None of us are holding her until her father holds her first!" Hongjoong firmly said.

Remembering where he was, Mingi quickly got up and went over to see his daughter. He covered his face as he peered down at her.

"Do you wanna hold her?"

He instantly nodded and allowed you to place the baby in his arms. You were afraid because his hands were trembling so much, but once the baby settled into his embrace, Mingi was relaxed and smiling down at his bundle of joy.

"Hi my little angel. I'm your daddy." He introduced himself before placing a gentle kiss on her tiny head.

All of the boys were cooing at the scene, some like Seonghwa and San were already crying. Yunho wrapped an arm around his best friend, congratulating him on becoming a father.

"Ok now can I hold her?" Seonghwa asked again.

Sighing, Mingi reluctantly handed her over, pouting as he watched them all hoard over his daughter.

"Mingi, you'll get to have her for a lifetime. 10 minutes of them with her won't kill you." You assured him.

He huffed and let out a tiny whine as you laughed.

"Oh you're whipped. Definitely whipped now."

"Been whipped for her since we found out she was coming for your information."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung picked up his phone that was ringing. Upon seeing your caller id, he immediately smirked.

"Hello my beautiful baby mama. What service do you need today? Chocolate? Ice cream? My loving arms" He offered.

"Get. Here. Now! Baby on the way!" He heard your desperate voice say.

"Wait what?! You weren't due for another week!" Wooyoung said as he began picking his stuff up.

"I don't care! I'm going into labor and I really need the father here right now Woo!" You cried out, already tearing up from how scared you were.

"Listen baby it's ok. I'll be there soon ok? Don't hang up. I'll be here the whole time until I get there."

Wooyoung definitely did not hang up until he saw you, laying there on the hospital bed.

"I'm sorry I'm late." He sat down beside you. Holding your hand, he placed a kiss on your fingers.

"It's ok. She just decided to come a little early I guess." You chuckled softly.

When the nurse asked you if you were ready, you immediately gulped. Sensing how scared you were, Wooyoung cupped your face.

"Hey look at me. I'm here with you and we're going to get through this together all right? I'll be right here just as I have been all this time... now do you trust me?"

You trusted Wooyoung with your entire existence. He was supportive throughout the entire ordeal, praising you and holding you after you finished pushing out your baby. Wooyoung made sure you were ok and weren't too exhausted. You both held your baby daughter and were already in love with her.

And when you introduce her to the other members, they were head over heels for her.

"She's so tiny!" San said as he waved a rattle in her face.

"And so quiet. Wooyoung, are you sure you're the father?" Yeosang teased.

"Hahaha. So funny. Keep it up and you'll be demoted from godfather to mean uncle." Wooyoung threatened him as he held up the spoon he was currently using to pour the cake batter into a pan.

"Peekaboo!" Yunho exclaimed as he played with her, the little baby looking not at all amused and instead looking over to where you and Wooyoung were.

When she began fussing around, Wooyoung immediately rushed over and picked her up.

"All right which one of you made her cry?" He glared at them.

All the members pointed fingers at one another, not wanting to face his anger.

"Damn. Becoming a dad made him terrifying." You thought to yourself.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

When Jongho felt you stir in the middle of the night, he knew something was up.

"We should go to the hospital. Just in case."

Refusing to hear you protest, he lifted you up and placed you on the backseat of the car. Not even 5 minutes later, your felt your water break and you were so happy Jongho decided to take extra precautions. He called his Hyungs to let them know where he was and although he didn't expect them to show up, they did nonetheless.

"We gotta support our baby even if he's having a baby of his own." Mingi stated.

Jongho was more nervous than you were. His hands were shaking and he could hardly hear any instructions the doctor was giving. He is too lost in his own thoughts, worried about what was going to happen and most of all, if he'd be a good father.

"Jongho?"

Your voice snapped him back to reality and he was by your side immediately.

"Yes baby? What it is? What can I do?"

You smiled and held out your hand.

"Just hold me please. That's all I need."

Jongho gladly held your hand in his, kissing you gently before the pain kicked in. Jongho was tense the entire time, unable to speak and much less say any encouraging words to you, which he felt bad about. He only focused on holding your hand and making sure you were doing ok. When you were finally done, he helped you lay back down on the bed, knowing you were completely exhausted.

"Congratulations. Your baby boy is completely healthy."

When Jongho held his son, he was overcome with joy. He giddily sat down beside you.

"Look baby, isn't he handsome?"

Jongho carefully placed him on your lap so you could carry him. As soon as you pressed him to your chest, the boy was already looking for food, making you both giggle. Jongho just watched as you breastfed the baby, still not over the fact you two were actually parents now. Stroking your hair, he kissed your nose.

"Thank you." He whispered softly.

The tender moment was interrupted by the other members no longer wanting to wait and walking in. Jongho let out a high pitched squeal before pushing them back out.

"Wait! We want to see your mini hulk!" San struggled to stay inside.

"Not right now! He's getting fed and I don't want you guys seeing that!" Jongho slammed the door behind him, happy they didn't see anything yet.

Right now it was an intimate moment and he didn't want the 3 of you to be disturbed. He just wanted some time to enjoy you two for a moment.

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[changbinslovelylegs]

Hey I really liked your bts aftercare reaction and was wondering if you would do the same for ateez?

Hey thank you for your request, you actually happen to be my first request ever ahahah so again thank you!

ATEEZ how they do aftercare

Seonghwa

Aftercare with Seonghwa depends on what type of sex you just had. If it was more loving or sweet then Seonghwa would just pull you close and cuddle you for ages while whispering sweet praises into your ears such as “my beautiful baby” or “you did so well hmm.” However, if Seonghwa was rougher with you then this calls for a bath where he can massage your sore muscles, don’t worry the praises are still there.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong’s favourite thing is to cum together, most of the time will make sure that you always cum together. Makes everything seem more connected, so your always a little emotional during the aftermath but it’s ok because you also love cumming together. Hongjoong holds you close and rocks you gently back and forth until you've calmed down, “have some water love” Hongjoong will always offer water because it helps you feel less drained.

Yunho

A little unsure of what you need because every time is different, sometimes you want cuddles more than anything and at other times you don’t want to touch him until you have a shower. Yunho observes you to see what you need. When your in a needy mood then he knows you want cuddles so he is quick to throw his arms around you and kiss your forehead. On those other days, he asks to join you in the shower so he can still give aftercare in the form of washing you.

Yeosang

Who’s got 2 thumbs and is the king of aftercare? all hail king Yeosang, please. We all know Yeosang likes it rough because he is a kinky shit so the aftercare is extensive. You're panting heavily as Yeosang undoes the ties that bound you together, he reminds you to breathe and directs you how so that you can safely come down from cloud nine. then he rubs cream on any wounds he may have left, lastly, he opts for cuddles because the both of you can’t ever have enough cuddles. Sometimes he runs a bath, but he doesn’t want to disturb you until your in a normal headspace again.

San

You roll off of San with a sigh, completely happy with what just transpired, a smile plastered on your face. “How was that baby,” San asked while gently stroking your hair, looking at you with so much adoration. You just hummed in response, too blissed out to form sentences right now. You really wanted to just cuddle and maybe take a small nap, so did San if he was honest but first he helped you to drink some water.

Mingi

So cute when giving aftercare honestly just so cute sometimes you just want to have sex to experience some of Mingi’s stella and hella cute aftercare. Mingi is quick to hand you a glass of water, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you drink. Then Mingi situates you safe in his arms and asks what you thought, what can he do to better please you next time, which makes you giggle and kiss his lips to shut him up and respond with “baby you were perfect.” Mingi would just cuddle you after that, the both of you not getting up until you start to feel hugry.

Wooyoung

Is quick to praise you, especially if degradation is a kink that he used on you that night but will praise you anyway such as “You were such a good girl” or “my wonderful and amazing princess” If your a little emotional then he will wrap you up in his arms, help you to breathe and relax before slightly forcing you to drink water. If your not emotional then straight away he will ask you to drink water before massaging any sore muscles or maybe makeout for a bit.

Jongho

Jongho knows what you need even if you don’t think you need it yourself. The last time he only did what you asked you ended up having a sub drop so Jongho decided that he needed to stay in his dom headspace during aftercare as well so that you were well taken care of. “Jongho I don’t need a bath right now I want cuddles” You would whine in protest. “No babygirl bath first, that way I can massage you and help you relax then I promise cuddles.”

[ateezinmymind]

Pinning them to the ground

Ateez x reader

Fluff, suggestive, humor

A/N: I started this earlier instead of doing schoolwork,, I was bored ok😆

Hongjoong:

your wrestling match began when you called him a ‘tiny baby’

*dramatic gasp* “HEYYYY! I’m pretty tall”

pretending to sulk, he bursts into a sprint towards you

screams coming out of you. You’re only option was to run away..

Wearing socks and coming around corners don’t go well, so *pLOP* you’re on your butt.

hearing hongjoongs giggles erupting into his aggressive cute ‘AHH HA ha HA’ (a/n: uwu omg I can hear him) then the thud of him dropping to the floor

Turning you pout,, “DONT LAUGH MEANIE”

Only to start the argument of “you called me TINY”, “because YOU are”, “my butt hurts” etc

Getting up off the floor you scramble towards joong while he’s still bent down

Knocking both yourselves down on the hardwood, sliding around you try to keep the upper hand

Grabbing both his hands you pin them above his head and straddle his waist

“I won.BOOM”

“Y/n” hongjoongs groans out

Thinking you hurt him, you lift your body up

He gives you a taunting “AhahaAha SUCKER”

Slipping away from you, hongjoong runs towards your bedroom

“HEY NOT FAIRRR!!” running back for revenge with the biggest smile

Seonghwa:

you were sitting on the couch playing on your phone when you heard the vacuum start

signaling it’s ‘time to clean up’

Getting grumpy from the thought of tidying up, you make your way to the kitchen.

Seeing that there was no mess, you knew hwa was gonna annoy you about that fact you didn’t help

Not wanting the possibility of that outcome to happen you sped walked towards the cleaning man

Having his back towards you, you sneak behind him and tap his right shoulder

Moving to the left while he turns his gazed to the right

Taking the vacuum from his grasp you start giggling

Seeing you tricked him you say “HAH gotcha.” and continue to clean

Seonghwa goes :O

“Oh finally, it’s about time you helped y/n”

You could just hear the smirk forming on his face

Hwa coming up to you, flipping you over his shoulder

You squeal “YAA put me down!-“and start to spank his butt repetitively

Quickly getting placed back on the floor, he begins to wrestle you, “Hah I gotchu now”

Feeling playful you link both your legs behind his back and squeeze his waist

Letting out a groan of pain, Seonghwa’s grip on your arms loosens and you take control

Flipping your bodies over, you now on top. Seonghwa bites his lip

“I like this new y/n-“

Realizing the position you’re in and feeling hwa under you, you begin to tense up

Once again he takes control, but this time in something he prefers more...(a/n:you. Under him. Sexy time)

Yunho:

You both were having a Harry Potter movie marathon (a/n: as one does when they’re with this teddy bear)

When The Prisoner of Azkaban started it’s ending credits, it was time for snack refills and restroom breaks

So when you were in charge of popping more popcorn and such, Yunho went to the bathroom

*POp pp OP POpP pOp* waiting until the snack was done cooking you went to put the next movie in

Hearing footsteps down the hallway you jumped when Yunho yelled

“WiNGardiUm LEVioSA!!”

Letting out a small squeak, you charge for him

running and diving between is long ass legs you let out a series of laugher

Yunho traps you between his knees slightly blushing from the close proximity of your body to his

*BEEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEP*

Releasing you, he turns to go grab the popcorn and other snacks

But when you see an opportunity to attack you go for it..something you do often-is attack. With kisses, hugs or even tickles

This time you came up behind him with a different tactic,,you holler “EXPelliARMUS!!”

Hanging onto his broad shoulders you bite his neck, pulling him down to the floor-laughing

“Y/n-ahhh!!” Yunho squeals out

From being on the floor you two quickly start fighting to pin each other down

Struggling you think of ways you can get the advantage..then ‘bing’ idea

Stopping your movements, locking eyes with Yunho you began to lean in.

Him being swooned for you, closes his eyes-as your lips moved against each other

Then BAM you now on top of him, cup his face and declare yourself the winner

“Fine princess,, but let’s see who will be the first to fall asleep”

“Bet?-“ ... “BET”

(a/n: I want to have a Yunho)

Yeosang:

having chicken for dinner definitely had its pros but,, also it’s cons

Fighting for the last piece of food ALWAYS led to a petty argument, no matter what you said or did. Yeosang. never. lost.

(a/n: all hail the chicken master)

On the couch, chicken being eaten, watching your show together. You thought he would be distracted enough for him to not realize you took the chicken

“How could you,,”

Turning your head to the male, you’re met with the coldest glare

“Trying to take MY last piece of chicken? Babygirl I don’t think so..”

Choking on the food in your mouth from hearing the nickname,, he lightly chuckles

*cue flustered mess*

“Well..why don’t we fight for it?” — “y/n let’s be honest here, you never win..”

Rolling your eyes you put the chicken down and wipe your hands clean

“No idiot, FIGHT. For. It.” Yeosang wipes his mouth and sits up

“If you want it that way,, the-“ taking him from the waist, he grabs onto your belt loops to keep from falling

Pinching, squeezing and pushing was involved until you actually managed to make him fall to the ground.

*lowkey mad, but the love is always there*

Pinning him down he congratulates you

“Well Done Y/n. I’ll give you the crown for this round” *easily gets out of your hold*

“But only because you’re so cute and helpless”

Speechless. You contemplate who really won this game.

San:

“Y/nnnnnn... I’m BOReDdd..”

Looking down at the handsom boy, you give him a sweet smile.

“Want to play a game then?”

Eyes sparkling, San gets up from his lying state to face you straight on

“Depends on the game..”-“what do you have in mind y/n?”

Telling him to close his eyes for 30 seconds. You quickly get up and head to your bedroom

Trying to find a hiding place, you hear San count “28..29..30..”

Frantically looking around your bedroom you quickly place yourself behind the door

Seeing his shadow enter the room, you jump in front of him

“YAAAAHHHHHH!!!—“ San dropping to the floor out of shock you start giggling

“Scaredy-cat sannie”

Getting on top of his limp state, you take the advantage to pin him down

“MmHmmmM” you hear him hum

“Looks like you won, love,,” “How shall we celebrate?”

Placing your hands on his chest and putting your weight on his lower half, you give him an innocent look of your flushed face

(A/n: wow y/n is slut for sannie)

Leaning towards the side of his head you whisper in his ear and softly bite the lobe

“Anything..everything, just as long as it involves you..”

You know sexy time. Bc he’s a FLIRT

Mingi:

He challenged you to a leg wrestling match, just because he wanted to see how cute and tiny you are

“No fairrr MINGII,, you have those perfect thighs, I’m no match. Go get Wooyoung”

(A/n: I’m all here for Mingi thighs 😌)

“But I challenged you,,” *cue pouting minki*

“Well I don’t take your challenge...INSTEAD, I challenged YOU!”

Hysterically laughing Mingi gives you that beautiful huge grin

Walking up to him you dramatically say “I challenge you. Song. Mingi. To just, JUST. A quick wrestling match-“

“Where whoever pins the other person down, wins. AND gets bragging rights”

Proud of your offer, you see Mingi standing dramatically. (a/n: you know that ‘hello Mingi from ateez and hello Jennie from blackpink’ meme//where the hand is on the hip?? lol)

It was settled. Y/n vs Mingi in a match to win bragging rights.

Starting on opposite ends of the living room, you sprint his way, over the couch taking a pillow with you

*turns into a mini pillow fight*

Laughter and sounds of whacking were the only things coming out of your fight.

Mingi falling down to the ground due to his aggressive laughter,, you quickly jump onto his stomach

“HAHAHA LOSER” declaring yourself the winner you immediately get up and run to the ateez dorm

“GUEES WHO JUST LOST A WRESTLING MATCH!!!”

Get prepared to hear Mingi screams as he runs after you

Wooyoung:

It started out as a bet

“Oh please,, obviously I would beat you y/n—the possibility of you magically obtaining strength out of the picture. I bet you’ll never be able to pin me”

Confident boy

But oh wait.. y/n!! You live to annoy your s/o

“Sounds like you’re scared Woo..Why don’t we put this bet to the test?”

Snorting out of amusement

He gestures you to come at him with two fingers

“Come at me y/n”

Then once you make your moves on him, he has to tease you.. DUH

“I know you just can’t keep your hands off me love”

Smacking is thigh you stick your tongue out and taunt him to you

Taking steps away from him, it’s then your turn to gesture him forward

“ReADDYY.... FIGHT!”

Screaming at each other you beginning biting.

After the series of pain and humor you were about to give up when wooyoung got a cramp in his calf

“AahhHhh OUCHYYY OWW OW”

Finding his discomfort hilarious, you laugh your way on top of him

“What were you saying about that bet again? That I’d never be able to pin you?”

You kiss his cheek and get off him

Massaging his leg he starts,

“That’s cheap y/n,, taking advantage of a person in need of healing”

Gives you the biggest frown

Jongho:

(A/n: OMGGG CUTEST BABY EVER🥺my heart)

With Jongho it was just a simple, yet sly trick you pulled

Giving snuggles, you made your way on top of him

“You know how you’re the strongest member love?”

A quiet yet relaxed ‘yes’ coming from the boy

You hug his chest and situate yourself over his body

Thinking of what to say, you hum

“Why do you bring that up so randomly?”

The little giggles coming from your mouth, are contagious as Jongho starts giggling as well

“Looks like I’m the strongest now..”

Grabbing Jong’s hands you pin them above his head and smile

Looking at your self place above him, Jongho spreads his arms out. So you’re now getting lower to his face

Licking your neck, he uses your weakened demeanor as an advantage

Flipping the two of you over he gives you his cutest gummy smile

“You seriously are so cute. stop. It”

The boy is in love with you