haflitcandles

[leenaur143]

not ONCE did I ever think in 2023 the actor (Kim Ji Woong) and IDOL??? I saw in 'Roommates of Poongduck 304' would be doing the Crazy Form dance challenge with my Captain!!!

[staytinyville]

Seungmin

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↣ Summary: Everyone knows the story of Hades and Persephone. This is the story you made up. The one that you felt deep in your heart to be true. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Kim Seungmin x gn!reader

↣ Genre: romance

↣ AU/Trope info: Hades/Persephone!au , réincarnation!au , idol!au

↣ Word Count: 1.5k

↣ Warnings: none

↣ A/N: BRO I LOVED THIS ONE SO MUCH. And Hongjoong’s. Because of this I was inspired to write an Eros and Psyche one but that’s a stand alone. I might get to it later. 

WHEEL OF FORTUNE

Good Luck, Karma, Life Cycles, Destiny, A Turning Point

The Wheel of Fortune is a card that is always spinning and will always come back around. Anything can come and go as they please, and because of this you have to live in the moment and watch where the wheel will land next.

The wheel also signifies karma. What goes around comes around. If you wish to see the good in your life come to fruition, you have to understand it is a two way street. You can manifest all that you want but if you are not returning back what you want things will follow.

You are at a point in your life where things will come forward that might just shock you. However it goes hand in hand with the fact that you need to enjoy those pleasures and let the universe guide you along.

X WHEEL OF FORTUNE

There was a calming wind that brought the smell of the wild flowers in the meadow to go through your nose. You sat braiding some flowers together to make a crown, the giggles of the forest nymphs going through your ears as you sat close to the forest edge. 

There was movement behind the treeline catching your attention. You saw his figure which peaked your interest. He didn’t do anything that made you scared, in fact he just calmly stood there watching you with slow blinking eyes. 

“I know you're there. I can see you through the trees.” You called out after finishing the crown. “Won't you come out?” You asked him. 

There was a pause as he seemed to shuffle “You won't like what you see.” He told you. 

“What makes you say that?” You got onto your knees, turning your body to face him fully. 

Suengmin allowed a smile to fall on his lips as he watched you look so beautiful in the sun. There was no painting that could ever capture your innocent essence. Nothing could ever compare to having you speak to him directly. 

He had waited for years, just watching as you went about your days in the meadows. And now that the day had arrived he had no idea what to do with himself. He felt like a mortal who had fallen in love and was waiting for them to acknowledge them. 

“I don't say it.” He answered you. “But other people do.” He looked to the ground, sighing to himself. “They fear me because I am part of the wheel of fortune that turns with the life of others.”

You suddenly understood who it was you were speaking to. The god of the underworld, the harbinger of death. He was the one who was given the last of the rules. 

“Isn't that only your job?” You questioned him. 

“It was what was left to me. And now I must honor it.” The way he spoke made you smile. 

His voice was soothing, you could only imagine what it would be like to hear him sing you a lullaby. It calms you down, and you don't want him to ever stop talking to you. You fell in love with the way he talked, even if you didn’t know what he looked like you knew he was someone honest. 

“Will you turn my wheel?” You asked him softly, coming to a stand. 

“You are much too precious to be damned to a life like mine.” He answered. “You are a peony who deserves the sun and the water the heavens rain.”

“They say the wheel spins a circle.” You took a step closer to him but he seemed to go deeper into the shadows. You paused for a moment, scared he would leave you completely. “One day it will return to you as a gift from your generosity.”

There was a pause, making you worried he had left. But when you heard him speak one more time, you almost wanted to cry. “I shall try, if only for you.”

You attended a gala with your parents, seeing as you wanted to be able to go out and mingle with people. You were getting sad staying at home all day having nothing to do. All your hobbies had started to become dull and you seemed to be lacking in the enjoyments of interacting with people. Because of this your depression was coming back and you wanted to find a way to break out of it. 

There were a lot of people of high standard who had also decided to be in attendance. Lots of idols too. The gala was meant for all the big time companies to celebrate a successful year. You parents were top shareholders for most of them, helping to supply the companies with whatever it was they needed as well. So they had been invited and you had asked to tag along. 

When you had walked in, your parents went to mingle around and greet the CEO’s of companies. You on the other hand took the time to look around at the decor. There were some art pieces hanging here and there for the people to chatter over. A few had caught your eye but none of them did the way one had. 

“Hello Mr. (L/N).” You turned your head just a bit to see who it was that had found your parents. 

“Mr. Park!” Your father bowed, greeting the man with a kind smile. 

The founder of JYP had been excitedly talking with your parents but you didn’t care for what they had to say. You were too in trance with the painting to think of anything else. 

You sighed to yourself as you watched the woman in the painting struggle to get away from the grasp of her kidnapper. He was facing one way, covered by shadows of the forest while she was still in the sun and on the outskirts of the open meadow. 

She was dressed in a white tunic, her feet bare and digging into the ground almost. He was dressed in all black, a blood red robe that billowed in the wind. Your shoulders dropped as you pictured her scared face and his cruel one. It hurt you to think anyone could ever picture the couple in such a way. 

Someone came up by your side, examining the painting alongside you. You felt a warm feeling blooming in your chest at their close proximity, shoulders almost brushing together. You turned your head just the slightest, watching his side profile. 

He was easily distinguishable with how popular his group had been becoming in the past years. Stray kids were rising on the charts and you were more than happy to be considered one of their fans. However, standing next to one of them–the one you automatically choose as your bias without so much as figuring out his name–made you feel a bit happy.

Kim Seungmin had caught your eye the moment you had learned about Stray Kids when they debuted. For whatever reason that was, you had felt it deep within your heart that you had known him forever. As though in your past life he was the love of your life. And now being so close to him, it only deepened.  

“I know you’re looking at me.” He spoke to you first. “Aren’t you going to say hello?” 

You could see his smile, a blush over taking your face at having been caught. “Hi, Seungmin.” You told him.

“Hi, (Y/N).” 

None of you bothered to ask how you knew each other’s names. He knew how you had gotten his–obviously–but you didn’t bother to question how he knew yours. There was just something deeper that was telling you everything was right about this chance meeting. 

“Are those peonies?” He asked, looking up at the natural flower crown you wore. 

“Yes, my mother told me it would look pretty.” You said, touching them subconsciously. 

“They suit you.” He said before turning around to look at the painting again. “I really like this painting. I really like the story, honestly.”

“I do too.” You smiled. “I've always loved the story of Persephone and Hades.”

“Have you?” He pondered, turning back to you. 

“There are a lot of different versions to them but I like to think he loved her so much that he didn't take her down to the underworld.” You spoke softly, tilting your head to the side as the picture suddenly began to change in your eyes. 

Suengmin licked his lips as he watched over you. His heart started to beat fast in his chest, causing him to breathe shallowly. But it wasn’t something to be worried about–it was more of a feeling like love. At least that was what his head was telling him. 

“How do you explain the seasons then?” Seungmin asked.

The story popped up in your head suddenly. You couldn’t remember where it was you had read it before nor where it had come from. As far as you knew, you were the only one who knew this version. At least the only one who knew it to be true.

“Rather than the winter months being barren because Demeter was sad her daughter was not with her. I think it was because she was with Persephone so much that she forgot to keep the crops bountiful.”

“Why was she with Persephone so much?” He continued, wanting to ask you more to make sure you were thinking the same thing he was. 

“Because she was always upset that her love could not come to see her. Deaths tend to happen more in the winter months which means Hades is super busy. Because of that he wasn't able to come up to see Persephone.” You turned to face him, your breath getting caught in your throat at how close he seemed to be.

“So why didn't he take her?” He whispered.

“Because the wheel of fortune pays you back for all you have done.” You told him, turning back to the painting. This time, your shoulders were touching one another, your fingertips brushing against each other. “One day he'll be with her as he wishes.”

Seungmin moved his pinkie to wrap around yours. “One day.”

Tags : @cultofdionysusnet , @sandsofire , @k-vanity

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ San- Confessions (oneshot)

Genre: Angst, fluff, suggestive, high school au, enemies to lovers au.

Pairing: San x Reader (fem)

Warnings: profanities, alcohol.

On a scale of one to ten, you'd rate your life at your prestigious boarding school a nine.

You loved KQ Academy: a boarding school for the rich, spoiled brats of the country. The teachers were highly experienced and the other staff were really nice. The cafeteria food was great and the vending machines always had your favorite drinks. The bathrooms were clean and the classrooms, laboratories, and other activity rooms were large and spacious. There were three different sports fields, a large swimming pool, and a large athletics field. The dormitories were also really comfortable and overall impressive. Basically, your school was lit.

So why did you rate your great life here a nine? Two words: Choi San.

San was the only person here who got on your nerves. Not only was he a rich, spoiled brat, but he was also the most popular guy at school and the captain of the volleyball team. His pretty face screamed of nothing but trouble... for you.

You don't understand why San doesn't like you; ever since he joined your school in ninth grade, you both never got along despite being in the same friend group. Your friends tried their best to make you both decently talk to each other, but they gave up eventually when it clearly wasn't working; you both always argued about the smallest, stupidest things.

"Should I get another piercing?" Hongjoong asked, opening his strawberry yogurt.

"Where?" Yunho questioned. "Please, not on your ear! Let the poor thing breathe!" You chuckled, glancing at the many piercings on your twin brother's ears.

"I swear Hongjoong hyung is a masochist," Yeosang stated, making Mingi and Wooyoung burst out laughing.

"And he likes exhibitionism," Seonghwa said. Hongjoong rolled his eyes, quietly eating his yogurt; he was used to everyone teasing him.

"Hey guys!" you heard Choi San greet before he took his usual seat beside Wooyoung. You glanced at him, immediately noticing his disheveled hair and swollen lips.

"Oh god, San, who was it now?" Eunhee, Hongjoong's girlfriend, questioned.

"Na Yuri," San said with a smirk. "She took me behind the auditorium. There were no cameras there." You heard Jiwoo mumble a 'not surprise' from beside you, making you chuckle.

"And you managed to get off in less than five minutes?" Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow.

San fake gasped in shock. "What! Wooyoung, you know I don't fuck these girls. I've only made out with them."

"What, really?" Jongho asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I haven't slept with anyone other than my ex, Jina," San said, taking a bite of Yeosang's ice cream sandwich, earning a glare from the boy. You were quite surprised at this new information; the entire school thought San fucked a new chick every week. You wondered why he never said anything about it despite all the false claims.

"Y/N," you heard someone call you, catching all your friends' attention. You saw Kim Yonghee approach you with the sweetest smile on his face. He handed you your notebook that you had given him two days ago. "Thank you so much. Your notes really helped."

"You aced your test?"

He smirked. "Of course." He opened his mouth to say something, but one of his friends called him for football practice. "Well, I'll see you in math," he said with a wink before walking away.

"Oh, someone's blushing!" Eunhee teased.

Yunho chuckled. "Wow, Y/N, I wonder what's got you all pink."

"Yonghee is so fucking cute! I kinda want to date him," you squealed, earning a scoff from an unamused San. Yeosang raised an eyebrow at San who only shrugged. "Do you have an issue, San?" you asked, annoyed by his reaction.

"No, why would I?"

"Well, your reaction doesn't seem like it."

"Why would I care about you and that piece of shit?" he spat, looking away.

"You don't even know him!" your voice was raising.

"Here we go again," Yeosang muttered under his breath.

San glared at you. "As if you know about the way he screws around with—"

"So what? I'd rather be with someone like him than with someone like you," you stated in a cold tone. San's face fell, but he immediately put his pokerface on.

Seonghwa sighed. "Can you two stop fighting for once?"

"It's his fault," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"No, it's yours," San retorted. "You could've ignored me."

You were about to say something, but the bell rang. You glared at San before dragging Wooyoung and Mingi with you to your next class.

A month later, you ended up in an FWB relationship with Kim Yonghee. So far, things were going really well.

You were at Seonghwa and Hongjoong's dorm with everyone. You noticed how San has been really quiet and sulky these past few days. Despite always arguing with him, you felt worried for him. You wanted to ask him if he was all right, but you knew he'd just roll his eyes or make a sarcastic comment.

You nudged Yunho who was sitting beside you. "Is San all right?" you whispered in his ear.

Yunho shook his head. "No, he's not okay. I don't know what happened, and he said he doesn't want to talk about it." You nodded, but you felt like Yunho was lying to you.

"Y/N, how are things going on between you and Yonghee?" Mingi asked.

"Good," you answered with a smile. "He's an absolute gentleman."

"Yeah, I could tell from last night," Eunhee teased, making you choke on nothing in particular, wondering how she found out about you sneaking Yonghee into your suite style dorm. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are, Y/N."

San slammed his can of sprite on the table, startling a few of you. "Sorry, I'm a little tired," he mumbled. "Yunho, I'm going to our room. I'll see you all tomorrow." You noticed Wooyoung and Seonghwa share a glance before Seonghwa nodded.

"I'm heading back as well. Good night guys," Seonghwa said, quickly getting up and following San. There was clearly something up with San and you really wanted to find out.

-

While you were having lunch with your friends, Yonghee came to your table. He kissed you gently, earning an 'aww' from Eunhee and Jiwoo.

"Hey, hey, hey, no kissing in front of her older brother," Hongjoong said sternly. You rolled your eyes; he was only older by eight minutes.

"Sorry, man," Yonghee chuckled. "Here," he handed you a few sheets. "Seunghun told me to give this to you. It's his part of the assignment you both are working on. He said you can arrange it however you'd like."

"Ah, tell him I said thanks," you said.

"Will do, doll." he kissed your head before leaving.

San witnessed the entire scene and he lost his appetite. He pushed his food around with his spoon, feeling heartbroken.

"Step up your game, bro," Mingi said to San in a low tone so that the others couldn't hear.

"What do you mean?" San questioned.

Mingi rolled his eyes. "We all know you like Y/N. Don't give her up easily."

"Well, she likes Yonghee."

"They're only friends with benefits," Hongjoong said, joining the conversation. "They're just fooling around. I know it might seem like she has feelings for him, but trust me, she doesn't."

San bit his lip anxiously. "But she hates me."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "I know my sister well enough to say that she doesn't hate you, Sannie. In fact, she was really hurt 'cause she thinks you hate her. You both should really stop fighting and assuming shit."

"She doesn't hate me?" San asked in surprise.

"No, she doesn't, you idiot," Mingi muttered with a sigh. "Now step up your game, San, before someone else sweeps her off her feet."

You were watching the volleyball team practice for an upcoming inter-school match. San and Yeosang were on the team, so your entire group was here as well, watching them practice 'cause there was nothing else to do.

You had to admit, San was a great captain. He was so sweet to them and hyped them up every time they did well. It was even more fascinating to watch him play. When the team decided to take a break, he approached you, taking his water bottle from where you were sitting.

You couldn't help but check him out in the team uniform. The blue tank top and shorts exposed the muscles on his arms and thighs. He titled his head back, pouring the water into his mouth. You watched his Adam's apple bob with every gulp, and the way a few drops of water rolled down his lips and chin. His jawline looked sharper, and you saw a bead of sweat travelling down the side of his face. San looked undeniably attractive, especially with his new eyebrow piercing and dyed black hair; he already looked so good with his previous brown hair, and now he looked irresistible.

"Y/N, I asked you something," San said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, what were you saying?" you hoped he didn't notice you checking him out. San and you have surprisingly not had any fights recently, and he wasn't making any comments to piss you off either. You wondered why he suddenly changed his behavior towards you after years of getting on your nerves.

He smirked, pointing to his little red bag. "Could you open my bag and give me the green towel?" You did as he said, unkowingly blushing. San noticed everything, but he didn't say anything about it yet. He wiped the sweat off his face with the towel, suddenly leaning in close to your face. Your eyes darted between his eyes and his lips, and your heartbeat sped up. San reached behind you to take his bag, shoving the towel and his water bottle inside. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, mentally reminding yourself to get your shit together. You glanced at your friends, relieved that they were too busy talking to notice the little scene between you and San; you knew they would tease the shit out of you if they saw what happened.

"Y/N," Yeosang called out. "You're coming for the party tomorrow night, no?"

"Of course," you said, a little confused as to why he suddenly asked. "Jiwoo would kill me if I missed it."

Jiwoo turned her head at the mention of her name. "Damn right, I would," she said with a nod.

Yeosang smirked. "You're coming in my car."

-

"I have to sit on San's lap?!" you half-yelled at Yeosang.

"Yeah, Yunho is sitting in the front with the Pegasus glass figurine he got for Jiwoo. The painting I got is in the backseat, and our bags are in the trunk. So you don't have a choice."

You bit your lip. "Fine."

You waited outside the car until San and Yunho came from their dorm. You wondered why San wasn't surprised when you told him you had to sit on his lap, but you brushed it off, assuming Yeosang would've told him earlier.

San was dressed in all black: ripped jeans, a leather jacket and a black t-shirt underneath it. You sat on his lap, closing the car door. He looked irresistible and his Chanel perfume made him smell so good, you didn't know how you'd survive the half an hour long car ride to Jiwoo's mansion without him noticing you inhaling his scent like air.

San gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so that you could sit comfortably. Yeosang started driving and you hoped time would go really fast.

Unfortunately, time seemed to be going really slow for you.

San pushed your hair to one side, making you lean back a little so that your back was pressed against his chest. "Sit comfortably, I don't bite," he whispered in your ear.

Yunho was talking about something, but you paid no attention. The only thing you could focus on was San's beautiful voice and laughs while you blankly stared out the window.

San noticed you weren't paying attention. He leaned forward a little, his lips coming in contact with the bare skin of your shoulder, making goosebumps arise on your skin. "Are you cold?" San teased when he saw the goosebumps on your bare thighs; you cursed yourself for wearing a short off-shoulder dress.

"Yeah, I am," you lied. San rubbed his palms together before placing them on your thighs. You gasped softly at his warm touch. He gently rubbed your thighs, trying to warm you up like as if he didn't know why you got goosebumps in the first place.

"We're here, guys," Yeosang announced, pulling up into Jiwoo's mansion that was lit up with a lot of LED lights.

You quickly got out of the car once Yeosang parked, running to hug Jiwoo.

"Happy eighteenth, Jiwoo!"

She chuckled. "Thank you, Y/N!"

"I can't wait to see you drunk!" you said with a giggle, excited that your friend could finally drink. She playfully rolled her eyes, dragging you inside to where half your school was while she told you which room you would be staying in. You were sure there were nearly two hundred people here, but you weren't surprised; Jiwoo's birthday parties were always like this.

"By the way, you're sharing a room with San tonight," Jiwoo said.

Your eyes widened. "What?! Why? Wasn't I supposed to be sleeping in your room?"

"Yeah," she said. "But, um... Yunho might be there and I don't think you'd want to witness us—"

"Okay, okay!" you half-yelled. "Why can't I sleep in Eunhee's room?"

"Ask Hongjoong if he's willing to switch with you," she chuckled and you groaned, knowing very well your twin brother would rather sleep next to his girlfriend than next to his friend.

But maybe he would agree? After all, he's quite protective of you and he wouldn't let you sleep next to a guy.

"Absolutely not," Hongjoong replied when you asked him to switch places with you.

"Joong! How can you let your baby sister sleep with a guy?" you whined.

He shrugged. "I trust San more than any other guy here. Besides, I need some privacy with my girl, you know? The dorms aren't a very great place to—"

You slammed your palm over his mouth, shutting him up. "I get it! I'll just deal with it."

You walked over to the bar, getting a whiskey and coke. You didn't have an issue with sleeping next to San; you just didn't know how you'd control yourself around him, especially after what happened hardly an hour ago.

After Jiwoo cut her huge birthday cake and popped a bottle of Champagne, some people from your grade sat down in one of the rooms to play truth or dare. Wooyoung and Mingi literally begged you to play and of course, you couldn't refuse.

"All right, I'm gonna spin it," Jongho said, spinning an empty beer bottle. It landed on Yeosang. "Truth or dare, hyung?" Jongho asked.

"Truth," he answered.

"I got one!" Seonghwa said, turning to smirk at Yeosang. "Do you like a certain Japanese girl who's in your economics class?" You chuckled, glancing at the Japanese girl who was sitting right across Yeosang.

Yeosang smirked. "Of course I like my girlfriend." Your jaw dropped and so did many other's. You glanced at Mayumi who was clearly blushing; she reminded you so much of Yeosang.

"Kang Yeosang! You sly shit!" Wooyoung yelled, playfully tackling his friend to the ground.

"I knew something was happening between them!" Hongjoong stated with a laugh, making Mayumi turn pinker than she already was.

After a few more rounds, some people left, making the circle of people smaller. Eunhee spun the bottle and it landed on herself.

"Truth or dare?" Mingi asked.

"Truth."

"Is Hongjoong hyung a dom or a sub?" Mingi asked with a smirk.

"Both, but mostly a dom," she answered, unbothered.

"I'm not even surprised," Wooyoung said before spinning the bottle. It landed on you.

"Truth or dare, Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, a smile dancing on his lips.

"I'll go with dare."

Wooyoung grinned mischievously. "I dare you to . . . give San a hickey." You choked on nothing in particular.

"In front of you all?"

"Obviously not!" Hongjoong said in disgust. "I'd rather not witness that."

Your friends cheered for you when you got up and dragged San along with you to the room you both had to share tonight. Your heart raced with every step you took, and when he closed the door, the only sound you could hear was your pounding heartbeat.

San removed his shoes before sitting on the middle of the bed. You took off your heels, getting on the bed as well.

"Where do you want it?" you asked, avoiding eye-contact.

"Below my collarbone or here," he pointed to an area of the left side of his neck. You decided to give it on his neck because you've never given a collarbone hickey, so you didn't want to screw it up and embarrass yourself in front of the man who was currently driving you crazy.

San sat against the headboard of the bed, letting you straddle his lap. You placed a hand at his nape and the other at his shoulder, leaning in to place your lips on his neck. You gently brushed your lips against his skin before kissing around the area for a while. Your hand at his nape moved into his hair, tugging on it. San groaned softly, hands gripping your waist while he tilted his head to give you more access. You started to suck on his skin, making sure you bit him gently and gave him a few little licks. San's hands pushed you down on his growing bulge, making you moan against his skin. You pulled away from his neck, eyes instantly locking with his. You glanced between his eyes and his lips, unknowingly biting your own. San freed your bottom lip with his thumb, running it over your lip.

"I'd like to bite that lip," San said in a low tone. You couldn't control yourself anymore. You crashed your lips onto his and he responded just as eagerly as you. San took your bottom lip in between his teeth, gently pulling and biting on it, making you moan. He smirked, pulling away. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

"Don't you hate me?" you asked, shocked by his little confession.

San flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. He pressed his bulge against you. "What do you think?" he whispered, making you blush. "Y/N, you drive me absolutely crazy. I've liked you ever since ninth grade." Your eyes widened; he has liked you ever since he joined your school?!

"But— Then why were you always fighting with me?" you couldn't help but ask, even though right now wasn't a very... appropriate time.

"Remember how I was back then? I was so nerdy and you liked guys who were the complete opposite of that," he said, cupping your cheek. "No matter how hard I tried to get you to like someone like me, it just never worked. You always liked seniors and dated playboys. And then when I started screwing around, you still didn't like me. I guess... I guess that's why I fought with you a lot and it got worse over the years."

"San, you were perfect," you murmured. "I always thought you were way too good for me, that's why I never really bothered." you ran your hand through his hair. "I'm sorry for making you change yourself..."

San shook his head, lying beside you on the bed. "It's not your fault. I was fifteen and stupid, Y/N. Besides, I'm used to being like this now." You bit your lip, not knowing what to say. "Y/N, I hated seeing you with Yonghee. I know you guys aren't dating, but the thought of you with him or with anyone else... I really hate it," he looked like he wanted to say something, but he was hesitating a lot. You cupped his cheek, giving him an encouraging smile.

San took a deep breath. "Um, Y/N, do you... feel the same way about me?" You immediately kissed him as an answer, making him blush and sigh in relief.

"Well, my dare is complete," you murmured, fingers running over the hickey you had given him. You leaned in, placing a soft kiss on it. "How about we continue from where we left off?" you whispered in his ear.

San smirked, pulling you close to his body by your waist. "Mhmm, I'd like that."

[pixie-cocaine]

ATEEZ reaction to: Jongho and his s.o. being sexually active

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A/N: this was requested by my most active reader, I love her with all my heart y'all ugh-. Anyways, do enjoy ;)

Songs Listened To: BOW - Duckwrth, She Wolf - Shakira, Slow Motion - Trey Songz

(also, explicit/mature, so read at your own risk!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• acted like he was in a damn melodrama with the way he gasped and pointed at the hickeys littering the side of Jongho’s neck

• “Yah! What are those!?”

• simply cannot fathom the fact that stwong baeby Jongie gets his dick wet aonshsha-

• whips out his phone and calls you as soon as Jongho tries to dip

• “_______, please tell me you weren’t fucking Jongho while I was right across the hall”

• “ummmmm” *hangs up*

• sits down and thinks deeply for like, five years

• head goes straight into the gutter everytime he sees both you and Jongho

• also fucking sucks at keeping a straight face when Jongho carries you back to his room whenever you fall asleep

Seonghwa ♡:

• shot wide awake when he heard Jongho whimper from the other side of the wall

• was about to go back to sleep when he realized who was making the noise

• boy really said “This is just a dream” and pulled the cover over his head to fall back to Dreamland

• you bet your ass the next morning he’d be side-eyeing both of y'all

• mama Hwa is hella sketchy lmao

• “So… How did you both sleep?”, “You look a little sweaty, _____, are you ok?”, “Woah, Jongho. Your voice is all scratchy, did something happen?”

• just a huge ass cheeky bitch lol

• but overall, he’d understand that of course y'all would be fuckin. Like, Jongho has his needs, and you’re his lover, so it should be expected that you’d have your fun

Yunho ♡:

• found out in the worst way possible lmao

• was hanging with Jongho when he got a text from you

• once he opened it?

• BAM

• he got a first-class view of your ass

• freaked out and thought you were going behind Jongho’s back until he read the following message

• “You’d better ready to eat me out once you get home, Jongie-baby~”

• screamed and threw the phone at Jongho, who in turn, began to panic at the fact that his friend saw what was meant for him

• “Goddamnit, Jongho! Get your girlfriend under control!”

• but afterwards he wouldn’t stop teasing both of you about it sjshsh

Yeosang ♡:

• would be walking to the bathroom so he could take a shower

• knocked once before immediately following it up with opening the door and almost hacking up his lung at the sight bestowed upon his unprepared eyes

• Jongho, desperately gripping at the sink’s rim from behind your head, gasping as he looked down at you. You were sandwiched between the sink and Jongho, his cock halfway down your throat, and if Yeosang leaned to the right a bit, he could see that you hand one hand between your legs, playing with yourself.

• stood there for a second, brain processing what he was seeing

• and then he’d nod with a satisfied hum before closing the door

• later on, if either of you ever tried to bring it up, he’d make like he had sudden amnesia and pretend nothing happened

• “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about”

• he would still think about it everytime he saw Jongho tho, he’d be happy that Jongho found someone who could help relieve him of his stress

• this was kinda dirty I’m so sorry

San ♡:

• would be sitting next to Jongho when the younger got a call from you

• the only things he heard before Jongho practically broke his fingers trying to end the call were;

• “Babe, drop whatever your doing because a certain someone wants to gobble-gobble that fat co-”

• looked at Jongho like he’d said he found a way to world solve world hunger but decided that people deserved to starve

• said: ◉‿◉

• before Kirby running to go snitch to Wooyoung

• bro I already KNOW this smug ass bitch can’t keep his mouth shut

• I can tell he was one of those kids who said “OooooOoOOOooh” when someone got called to the office

• I’m bouta punt this lil-

• anyways

• yeah, he wouldn’t shut up about it and began to pester both you and Jongho about it, all the while running his mouth to everybody on the planet

Mingi ♡:

• would be in the kitchen when you waddled in wearing a cute little pink T-shirt and socks

• he wouldn’t really think much of your messy hair, considering you really had been taking a nap prior to when the boys began to watch movies together

• but when you smiled at him before moving behind him to reach for the liquor cabinet which resulted in the hem of your shirt lifting over your thighs

• it showcased the subtle bite marks and blooming hickeys specking the insides

• he would frown and point at your legs

• “______-ah, what happened to your legs?”

• and that’s when your mouth would vanish into a black hole and you’d rush to get a glass of whine before getting the hell out of there

• actually finds it kind of hilarious

• but still feels odd thinking about how Jongho had been fuckin

• pretty shy around you ever since then

Wooyoung ♡:

• San’s rude ass would be the one to tell Woo about you and Jongho’s late-night escapades

• and of course Woo would be super proud of Jongho for finally having some fun, considering the boy had been single for the most part of ten years, only his hand keeping him company

• so when he saw you walk in from work, clothes all mused and face painted over with an exhausted frown, he’d throw a teasy ass comment your way

• “Tired?”

• “Yeah. Today was pretty busy.”

• “I’m sure Jongho would have no problem helping you relax.”

• bro, you would look at him like a deer in headlights

• ●👄● is what you said

• then you’d laugh and punch him playfully as a cover-up so you didn’t choke his ass to death

• but overall, he’d just be happy that Jongho found someone who he’s comfy with

Jongho ♡:

• very thankful for you :)

[santoteez]

In The Bronx - Hongjoong (7 + Epilogue)

Part: 7 of 7 PLUS EPILOGUE

Genre: Drugdealer!Hongjoong, Drugdealer! SeonghwaAU, Fluff

Word Count:  2.7k

Requested: no

Warnings: MC is a black female, swearing, Hongjoong’s brother is inspired by Mingi,

NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.

The ride home was jubilant, with Minjoon shouting about the games Hongjoong missed, as well as gushing about a girl he had started seeing recently.

“So you wait till I’m locked up to date someone?” Hongjoong narrowed his eyes. “I’m happy for you, though. Just don’t get her pregnant, or I’m gonna have to head back to my cell.”

Minjoon rolled his eyes. “And like I said before if you get Santana pregnant, I’m gonna fight you too.”

Santana laughed. “Not this conversation again.” She shook her head.

“You mean this is a normal thing?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow.

“More than I’d like to admit,” Santana said, barely audible over the brotherly bickering next to her.

Seonghwa parked the car in front of Hongjoong’s building and everyone exited the car.

“It feels good to be back,” Hongjoong said, stretching from the ride.

They entered the apartment, filling up the living room.

“Of all the times I’ve been in here, seeing you here is a damn good feeling, Boss,” Seonghwa said, patting Hongjoong’s back.

“Thanks, man. I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you. Well, more like apologize.”

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows. “Apologize for what?”

“For that day when I made you second in command. You were trying to leave, and I wrapped you further into the business. Sitting in my cell, I thought how many times you mentioned culinary school to me back then. I didn’t take you into consideration when I made my decision; I honestly just couldn’t see myself running this shit without you. But I know it’s not what you wanted, so I’m sorry.”

Seonghwa shook his head. “When you appointed me, I could’ve easily said right then and there that I was leaving the business. I had the power to tell you that I didn’t want the position. But I didn’t. I realized how important it was for you to have someone who truly had your back as your right hand, and I knew that person was me. Besides, who else could you trust with your double life? Who else would run around taking product from here back to the warehouse just to make sure your brother never found out? Who would take over the entire place while you were locked up? Even back then, I knew it would have to be me. I had to be there for you. And I have been because you’re my boy. I wasn’t gonna leave you hanging. Not now, not ever. Plus, I still have time to go to school, right?” Seonghwa smiled.

Hongjoong returned the smile. “I guess you’re right. But I have more to tell you. All of you. While I was awaiting trial, I met Minjoon and I’s father.”

“You met WHO now?” Santana said.

“I must not be hearing correctly. It sounds like you said you met our father.” Minjoon’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“I need a drink,” Seonghwa stated, heading for the fridge.

“I did. He was my cellmate, actually.”

“You shared a cell with your deadbeat father? The universe is never in your favor.” Santana shook her head.

“When I first got there, he wouldn’t show his face or even acknowledge me. I took it as a blessing because you never know who’s in there, you know? After MJ and Tana visited and I went back to my cell, he started asking all these questions. How was my visit, who was the girl I was drawing, if she visited me, a whole lotta shit.”

“You drew me when you were in? You can DRAW?” Santana blurted out.

“Focus! Anyway, I asked him why he was there and if he gets any visitors. He said no, and that he has a bunch of enemies because he’s in there for murder.”

“MURDER? Did he kill mom?” Minjoon interrupted.

“Can all of you shut the FUCK up? Damn. So long story short, he calls me a nickname only my mom ever called me so I ask him how the fuck he knows that shit and he turns to me for the first time and I recognize the scar on his face immediately. So I nearly flipped my shit and after coming back from talking to Sarah crazy ass, I told him to leave me alone. Did he? No. he keeps talking and tells me that not only is he the guy that took my mom away, but he was also both my and Minjoon’s father. I called his bluff, thinking he was only saying that shit to get me to open up to him. But he told me some stuff that not many people know. He even knows about my birthmark. So at this point, I ask him like what the fuck, you know? So he tells me how because he was a kingpin, mom didn’t want us anywhere near him. She might’ve been an addict, but she wanted to protect us from his lifestyle. So, one day, after five years of mom refusing to live with him, he decided to come up with the master plan of kidnapping her. Told her that either she leaves with him or he killed us. He knew she would choose to save us, so it was a no brainer. He said she was the reason the cops found us; she wanted to make sure we’d be okay. She always tried to track us down, keep an eye on us. She felt guilty when I dropped out. The day he let her free to go find us, she was tagged by a drug dealer she owed money to. She didn’t make it.”

The room fell silent as nobody could find the right words to say.

“Well, sounds like everyone needs a drink.” Seonghwa grabbed glasses from the cupboard, filling them with Hennessey.

“Really?” Minjoon asked when Seonghwa handed him a glass.

Seonghwa shrugged. “It’s not like this is your first drink. We found you stumbling around Brooklyn when HJ got arrested. And again in November after that Thanksgiving party in Brownsville. And the Halloween party back in October. Oh yeah and the-”

“Okay. I think everyone gets it, Seonghwa. Thanks.” Minjoon grabbed the glass, visibly embarrassed.

Seonghwa handed a glass to Santana before grabbing an empty glass and giving it to Hongjoong. He dumped the remaining contents of the bottle, filling his glass to the brim. “Bottoms up, bro. You need it.” He said, causing everyone to laugh.

Hongjoong sipped from his glass. “I haven’t tasted alcohol in so long. God damn. Before I’m too drunk to talk, I wanted to say this. The whole point of me telling you this story was that I did some thinking while I was in there. My dad didn’t go to high school. I dropped out. He was a kingpin. I’m a kingpin. He’s in jail. I was in jail. I wanna break the cycle. I want out. No more of this hustlin shit.”

“So, without the drug dealing, what are you gonna do?” Minjoon asked.

“I’m gonna get a real job. Go back to school for Music Production and Engineering. Probably minor in Songwriting. Santana’s been telling me to make it a profession, and I’m gonna do just that.”

“Have you ever produced before?” Minjoon asked, becoming confused when the rest of the room erupted in laughter.

“You really live under a fucking rock,” Seonghwa said.

“Have you ever heard songs by a producer named Kilo?” Santana asked Minjoon.

“Oh yeah. All the time. DaBaby just used a beat by him, I think.”

“Yeah, well. It was made in your living room.” Hongjoong smirked.

“No way. YOU made those beats? What the fuck were you selling drugs for?”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “Those drugs made sure you had clothes on your back and food in your greedy ass stomach. Be grateful.”

“So, with you gone, what happens with the warehouse?” Seonghwa asked.

“That’s another thing I wanted to discuss with you. I need one more favor.” Hongjoong asked, giving him a knowing look.

Seonghwa nodded immediately, seeming to pick up what he was putting down.

“Do you two have a secret language or something? The fuck is this?” Minjoon asked.

“We’re kingpin and second in command. How else do you think we talk to each other?” Hongjoong asked, setting his glass down. “I think we should all head to the warehouse later. There’s a speech I have to give.”

They all headed out to eat at City Island, indulging in crab legs and lobster tails to celebrate Hongjoong’s release. Afterward, they made their way down to the new warehouse, which Hongjoong had yet to see fully renovated. Mitch was working as lookout and opened the door immediately upon hearing the kingpin’s voice.

“Welcome back, Boss.” Mitch dapped Hongjoong up. “Hey y’all! The boss is back!”

Cheers and applause echoed through the warehouse as Hongjoong made his way to the center of the room.

“Thanks, y’all, I appreciate it. I wanted to take this time to talk to all of you. When I started this lifestyle, I did it all for that guy right there.” He pointed to Minjoon. “When I gained custody of him, I was 18, a high school dropout, and dumb. I didn’t know the first thing about raising someone. I just knew I wanted life to be easy for him. I’m sure that’s the reason for many of you being here. But in being here as well as in Sing Sing, I realized this isn’t something I want to do for the rest of my life. As great as Rodney was, I don’t want to grow old in this business and retire to Florida after selling dope for all my life. I have dreams I want to pursue, things I want to do. I want to give my girl the life she deserves, without fearing that I’m going to be snatched away at any time. Because of this, I’ve decided to step down as kingpin. I hope you all understand my reasons. That being said, I am leaving Dragon in charge of the business. But, I know Dragon doesn’t want to do this forever either, so for that reason, I am leaving the fate of the business in his hands.”

He turned to Seonghwa. “Dragon. Whatever you want to do, keep the business running, dissolve it, that’s your decision. You’ve held the business down when I needed you the most, so I trust you to run it in my departure. As for all of you, it was an honor working with you. And next time you see me, don’t call me boss. It’s HJ.” Hongjoong said. Everyone began clapping again, some even shaking Hongjoong’s hand and expressing their admiration and respect for his decision and how he handled the situation.

Hongjoong finally makes it out of the crowd and walks towards Minjoon and Santana.

“Well HJ, ex-kingpin, now what?” Minjoon asked, smiling.

Hongjoong shrugged. “The rest of my life. Whatever that is.”

  *3 years later*

Hongjoong walked into his penthouse condo, setting his backpack on the floor. A swift pair of feet are heard from the back of the apartment before a sudden force knocks him off his feet. He laughed, wrapping his arms around the small frame.

“Hey pretty girl, how was school?” He asked, setting her down.

“Good! How was school for you?”

“It was great, thanks for asking. Where’s Santana?” He walked into the living room.

“She went to the supermarket with Minjoon. She asked if I wanted to go, but I didn’t want you to come home and be alone.” She said, twirling her pigtails.

Hongjoong chuckled. “You stayed home all by yourself for me? My hero.” He sat down on the couch, the little girl right behind him.

“Hey, Soojin.”

“Yes?” She looked up at Hongjoong.

“You like living here? With me, Santana and Minjoon?”

Soojin nodded eagerly. “I love it here. You and Minjoon are the best brothers ever and Santana takes me shopping, makes me yummy food, and she paints my nails!”

Hongjoong smiled. After he stepped down as kingpin, he enrolled into Columbia University. He started working at Costco’s with San (for real this time) and with the money he made as kingpin, he bought a condo. Minjoon enrolled in Columbia as well, earning a full ride for playing football and choosing to study Business Management. Santana, after saving up was able to open Santana’s Threads, her very own boutique.

Hongjoong, after much thought, began to visit his father in jail. He decided that although his father didn’t deserve a son, he deserved a father. Minjoon was against it for a while, but eventually accepted visiting their father, whose name they learned was Chungho.

During one of their visits, they found out they had another sibling.

“Wait. We have a sister?” Minjoon asked incredulously.

Chungho nodded. “Soojin. She’s 5.”

“Where is she if you’re in here?” Hongjoong asked.

“Foster care. I have no relatives for her to live with, and without knowing where you were, there was no other choice.”

“Can we get her? She should be with family.” Minjoon asked.

“Are you sure? It’s not your responsibility, so I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured.” Chungho looked at Hongjoong.

“Like Minjoon said, she deserves to be with family.” He nodded.

“I’ll talk to my social worker. I really appreciate you, boys. I know I don’t deserve even a second of your time but believe me when I say I’m grateful. And thank you for accepting Soojin. I could never repay you.”

The fight for custody was tedious and much lengthier than Hongjoong remembered from when he fought for Minjoon. His incarceration came up, and for a while, he thought his case would be thrown away. Once the judge had a long talk with Judge Jackson, who presided over the murder case, he decided to disregard it. The boys were eventually granted custody, and they brought Soojin home. For months, she wouldn’t speak. She’d sit in a corner and refuse to interact. It wasn’t until Hongjoong asked her what was wrong did she speak.

“Every time I’m happy somewhere, the lady in the black suit takes me somewhere else.”

“The lady in the black suit? You mean the caseworker?” Hongjoong asked.

Soojin nodded.

“Soojin, no one is gonna take you away from us. This is your home. If anyone tries to take you from here, they’re gonna have to fight me. Because you’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck here. Forever. With me.” He said, making a silly face.

Soojin laughed, jumping into his arms.

From that day on they were inseparable. They enrolled Soojin in the local elementary school, and they all took turns picking her up. To everyone’s surprise, Soojin was amazing at soccer. So, every Saturday they would attend her little league game. Afterward, they’d go out for lunch together as a family.

The door opened, and in walked Santana and Minjoon with bags of groceries.

“Hey, baby.” Santana said, kissing Hongjoong.

“Bleh.” Soojin made a face.

“What do you mean ‘bleh’? huh?” Santana said, tickling Soojin and making her giggle.

“It is bleh, I agree with Soojin.” Minjoon chimed in.

“What you need to do is shut up and put those groceries away. Today’s the grand opening for The Majestic Dragon.”

Santana jumped up off the couch. “Today? Shit, I forgot! Hurry up Minjoon, we can’t be late!”

After Hongjoong’s resignation, Seonghwa chose to dissolve the business. While some of the workers chose to do their own thing, Seonghwa and several of the warehouse’s men went into a business venture together. They all completed culinary school and used their savings to begin construction of their new restaurant. After almost a year, it was finally complete, and Seonghwa invited Hongjoong and everyone to the grand opening. As for the Coca Twins, the revelation of their affiliation with Bianchi and Sarah tarnished their reputation in the streets, their customers scrambling to find other vendors. They were also put on probation for false accusations and their involvement in dozens of other cases. Bianchi and Sarah were tried and found guilty for several accounts of false imprisonment and corruption, as well as falsifying a police report. They were each sentenced to 15 years and they had to surrender their badge and license.

They all got dressed and put Soojin in her best dressed before driving to Manhattan for the opening. They made it just in time for the ribbon-cutting, Seonghwa smiling brightly as they walked over.

“You’re right on time. Thanks for coming.”

“Is this your store, Uncle Hwa?” Soojin asked.

“Of course it is! Remember I was gonna make a big store and cook you lots of food? This is where I’m gonna cook it. Just for you.” He pinched her cheek.

“The one girl he’s ever been sweet to,” Hongjoong mumbled. Santana laughed.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, and Soojin, I present to you, The Majestic Dragon!” Seonghwa shouted as he cut the ribbon and the crowd cheered.

“Well, ex-kingpin, how’s life treating you now?” Santana asked.

Hongjoong squeezed her hand. “Never been better.”

Stephie here! I hope you all enjoyed this AU. It’s my first ever Ateez writing, and I’m really proud of it. I might make another AU elaborating on Seonghwa’s story (this would be set in epilogue times, not another POV of this one if that makes sense)

Thank you so much for reading!

[pixie-cocaine]

ATEEZ Reaction To: Their sick S.O. throwing up

Hello sunshine, I love your Ateez writings so much! Can I request an Ateez reaction to you waking up in the middle of the night being sick and you throw up?

Ohhh this is a good one, your mind. This is a non-gender specific one, so there’s there’s that, as well :)

Songs Listened To: My bird’s chirping

Hongjoong ♡:

• Snoozin woozin when he felt the bed shake as you struggled to throw the covers off of you

• In his post-sleep haze, he’d still be very concerned as to why you were so frantic

• “What’s wrong?”

• You wouldn’t be able to answer though, because, well, just as you hopped out of the bed and began to run to the open door...

• Blurghwaggbleghughagh 🤮

• Immediately rushed up to go steady you because gorl- you were HEAVING

• Holding onto that wall for dear life, eyes tearing up and everything. Yikies, here’s a glass of water or sum

• Tried scrubbing the vomit off your shirt, also went to fetch a wet rag and water

• “Fuck..,” You’d still be queasy, unconciously holding your stomach and staring down at the multi-colored puddle of your mushy dinner, trying not to look at Joong out of an odd sense of embarrasment, “I’m sorry… it got everywhere…”

• “Hey, hey, no一it’s not your fault at all, honey,” He’d frown and guide you back to bed

• Helped you change into different jammies and cleaned up with you, as well as got you a bucket

• Wouldn’t stop cuddling you and asking if you still felt gross ;(

Seonghwa ♡:

• You’d already felt your gut stirring when you went to bed, but you weren’t expecting to wake up in a cold sweat and experience the disgusting nausea that was happening in the same bed as Hwa

• You let out a pained whimper, head aching like it was being pounded on, and attempted to sit up

• You suceeded, but not without waking up Seonghwa

• He made a noise that you couldn’t quite register in the pain you were in, cuz damn you were trying your hardest to not pass out from the horrible headache-bordering-on-migraine

• “Mm… Baby…? Are you ok?”

• “I-��� Ow..,” Was all you could get out. Your voice wavered, cracking, and the copious amounts of saliva that began to coat your mouth was a clear sign your stomach was readying to empty its contents, not to mention the lurching of your intestines

• The best word to describe it would be ‘agonizing’

• One second you were trying to slide the covers off you, the next, you were leant forward and throwing up all over the comforters and mattress

• It was literally horrible, dawg. Your throat felt like it was forcing itself open, and the yellow chunder that expelled from your mouth burned the inside lining of your trachea. You wanted to game end, maaan 😔🤙

• But it all turned out ok, because Hwa was there to help :))

• Acted fast after he got over his initial shock; bundled up the blankets and ushered you off the bed, gently pushing you towards the bathroom with a kiss to your forehead so you could go take a shower, and cleaned up the bed hella quick

• When you came back, he’d gave you a bunch of kitheth all over your face except your lips and slipped a hand under your shirt to gently rub/pat your tummy while you relaxed into his chest cuz he knew you still felt groggy (I’m gonna start crying, bro..)

Yunho ♡:

• Freaked the fuck out when you stumbled out of the bed and into the bathroom

• Though, since that bitch was sleep, it looked kinda like 😵 

• “____..?”

• Followed you haphazardly out of pure worry, and was like “Oh! 😧” when he saw you bent over the toilet and just adujadhbauidbuaqbduw into it

• The sounds also made him feel worse

• Nasty as hell, why do you sound like you’re throwing buckets of water into a kitty pool and burp right before it splashes

• Anyways

• It was hell for you :)

• While the ceramic of the toilet’s sides as well as the cold tile floor helped cool your feverish body and hands down, the smell of the water made your nausea worse. You could feel the sweat gather at your forehead as you banged your hand down on the lid out of strain and need to get bearings, gorl, you looked a literal mess

• You’re lucky Yunho doesn’t judge since he’s sweetness :D)

• Was genuinely really concerned; eyebrows knit in regard and a hand rubbing your back with each retch you made

• “It’s ok.. It’s ok,” He’d repeat, not really knowing any other way to comfort you

• When you were done, he’d kiss your temple and help wash your mouth out, praising you for getting to the bathroom in time and being so strong

• Scared puppy eyes the entire time [insert a crowd of awes]

Yeosang ♡:

• Had no idea what was going on when he opened his eyes upon the sound of your staggering footsteps in the hallway

• Then he heard you vomiting

• Was like ‘word? I know they did not just...’ and got up to peek his head out from the doorway

• Saw you bent over, only a couple feet from the bathroom, and holding onto the wall for dear life as you spewed ALL OVER the floor

• Couldn’t help but make a ‘😬’ face

• Like, you’re his baby, dawg

• He doesn’t wanna see you like that 😔

• Nervously laughed before moving over to step around the puddle, coming back with cleaning supplies, a cold rag, and a bucket

• “And here I was, telling you that you had a stomach bug and should get a bucket just in case”

• “I don’t need your bullshit right now, Yeosang,” You flipped him the bird but still smiled at his teasing, then cleaned up the mess with him 

• He’d tucked you into bed and put the rag on your forehead (kithed your eyelid for good luck UwU), and was about to roll over and go back to sleep when he realized the face you were making

• You looked kinda sad bro :(

• “What’s wrong?”

• “I feel kinda guilty. You were right, I should’ve gotten a bucket so I didn’t have our hallway all nast-”

• “I was just kidding, baby,” He grinned and put an arm above your head as he turned on his side to face you, caressing your cheek, “It wasn’t your fault. Plus, it was a... bonding moment?”

• “You literally got puke on your big toe, Yeosang-”

San ♡:

• When he felt the bed dip as you stood up from it, he cracked an eye open at first, but then he heard you gag and the sound of you spilling your fucking stomach out

• Shot up from his original position with wide eyes

• Now he was fully awake lol

• “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me..,” You said to yourself, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve and looking back at San with an expression that apologized before he could ask if you threw up

• “Did you...?”

• “Yeah.. Just go back to sleep, I’ll clean it up,” You didn’t give him time to reply before you already left the room to go get napkins and a cleaning agent

• In the end, he still helped with wiping it up :)

• Gave you some pepto bismol before you both laid down

• “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling bad... I could’ve gotten you medicine..”

• “WHY ARE YOU CRYING-”

Mingi ♡:

• Panicky ;(

• He was wondering where you were when he woke up because he was thirsty

• So on his way to the kitchen, he got his answer

• Bitch- you’re so loud and for what lmao

• I get it, I get it. You’re going through a horrible experience by literally regorging both stomach acid and everything you’ve eaten the day before, but like, why do you sound like you’re dying

• Shit, maybe you are, nvm

• Pushed the already ajar bathroom door open the rest of the way and got an unwanted eyefull of you hurling into the toilet bowl

• Bb was so worried about youuuu *sobs*

• Didn’t know what to do with himself for a sec, so he kinda just bounced in place and messed with his fingernails until he finally realised that it’d be helpful if he got you some medicine

• “I got you something for your stomach,” He stood beside you by the sink counter, where you were rinsing your mouth out, and held out the round pink tablets for you to sit on the surface of your tongue and wash down with some water

• “Thanks, babe,” You mustered a weak smile, ruffling his hair in adoration for the boy

• “Oh, you look like a zombie, ____!” 

• A crybaby

• Literally flung himself onto you and squeezed you half to death, nuzzling his cheek against your own and ready to cry for you when you put a hand on his chest and let out an exhausted groan

• “You’re gonna make me throw up again, Mingi...”

Wooyoung ♡:

• Omgomgomg it’s my favorite gang member 😍 

• Disqusted

• Was woken up by you shaking his shoulder

• “Huh...?”

• Sat up from his side, then saw the huge puddle of puke in the center of the covers

• Was like “Dawg.... I loved this comforter 😞,” and took a moment of silence to weep on the inside

• Then he clowned you about it :D

• “Ewww, dude!” He whined, pushing your arm slightly and looked towards you, a shit-eating grin on his face as he waited for your reaction

• “I can’t help it, asshole!” 

• You were ready to rip his head off lol

• The auDACity of this wench 🙄💅🏽

• Teased you, yet still helped clean everything up

• Two-faced ass

• Be’d make fun of the situation a lil bit, but he understands :)

Jongho ♡:

• Ah, he looks so soft in this gif UwU

• No judging from bb

• He understands you’re not feeling good, and that’s ok ;(

• So when he opens his eyes at the sound of you know, BLAKBURGHWHAGABLEGH 🤮, he’s already figured that you got sick

• You’re next to the bedroom door, holding onto the wall for leverage and clutching at your stomach, still shaking from the sudden action

• “Uh-oh, did you throw up?” He mumbles as he slides off the bed and makes his ways towards you, rubbing his eyes

• “Yeah...”

• “Go sit near the toilet for a bit just in case more comes, I can clean this up”

• You sigh and frown, appreciating the offer but not wanting your boyfriend to fix a mess that you made. Especially a gross one.

• “Jongho, you don’t have to...”

• He presses a kiss to your forehead and doesn’t answer, instead, placing his hands on your hips as he pushes you out the door and to the bathroom before heading to the kitchen

• “You don’t need to worry about me, just make sure you’re ok”

• The absolute sweetest ;((