#ateez hyungs

[bang-chan-my-man]

BE:FIRST X ATEEZ 'Hush-Hush' Hyung Icons

[pirateprincessblog]

accidentally sending a nude to ateez (hyung line) - fake texts

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: you are a rookie idol in kq, and accidentally send a nude picture to ateez 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: psh x y/n, khj x y/n, jyh x y/n, kys x y/n 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: a little angst?, sexting, insecurities, fingering, squirting, oral (f! Receiving) 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: reader is of age!

𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

*offense not offence omg

the practice couldn't end fast enough. when it did, you shook as you exited the practice room. and you shook even more when you found park seonghwa's figure leaning against the wall with his back, one foot resting on the wall behind him and one on the ground, with a hand in his pocket and the other one scrolling on his phone. when he noticed you, he gave you a sweet smile and offered to take your backpack.

in no time, you find yourself back inside the now locked room, sitting in front of the mirror with your legs spread out and slender fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.

"look how pretty you are." "you moan so sweetly." "look at you glowing." he chants against your ear, hot breath caressing your face and lips grazing your neck and jaw.

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

your third award show already as a rookie, and you are still nervous. you excuse yourself, and the members offer to go with you.

"i'm fine, just need fresh air."

you exit the venue, breathing heavily. once you step over the threshold, you lean against the wall. the air is cool and biting against your bare arms, but the adrenaline rush inside you is keeping you warm. you miss the way the door opens again, a figure with his hands in his pockets slowly approaching you with a smirk.

"hey."

"fuck- where did you come from?"

"do i need to teach you manners, little rookie?" the playful glint in his eyes isn't gone, even though his face is dead serious when he grabs your jaw to look at him.

you are at a loss for words. a person standing aside might think that you were scared or in danger, but the arousal between your legs proves different.

"nervous?" he asks, seeing your distressed face. you nod, not able to break eye contact with him. it is so addicting. "let me help."

legs over his shoulders, and back uncomfortably pressed against the cold wall, you moan against hongjoong's hand. he has his head buried in the layers of your dress, tongue relentlessly lapping at your aching core and ridding your body of any remaining worries and troubles.

if someone once told you that kim hongjoong would be accepting his award and giving a speech with your arousal coating his lips, you'd call them a madman. but you sit and watch it happen, lips shinier than any lip gloss in the world.

𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

opening the door and finding jeong yunho standing there just as you were mid blocking his contact was a punch to the chest.

"hello." he smiles. "is alex here?"

"i'm here, you don't need her now." you step aside to let him in.

you guide him to the living room and continue into your room, hoping he'd stay there. but he doesn't, instead following to the room which you've managed to clean this morning. as you search for where you left the disc while you were stressing over the accidental nude, yunho busies himself with touching your things.

"ah, the fateful joystick."

"stop, give me that." you reach for it, but yunho uses his tall card, simply holding the gadget high in the air. "not fair."

standing on your tiptoes as your fingers desperately try to grab it, you lose balance and fall on the man. he catches you with one hand around your waist, pressing you further against him. "careful."

"take it, i don't care. it's a stupid game that i keep losing in, anyway."

"want me to teach you? this would be my second playthrough. i lost the disc and when you said you had it, i had to."

when you agreed, you didn't think he'd teach you while he also makes you moan. every time you don't listen to his instructions and fail, his hips stop and he denies you an orgasm, leaving you whining and groaning in frustration. his hand rests on your arched back, while his other one pulls your hair so your eyes stay on the screen. his hips work slowly, giving you enough sensation to keep you focused too. once you finally get through the toughest level, he pushes your head into the mattress, slamming his hips against your ass and finally giving you a reward for your hard work.

𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

conveniently, you sat in the front, next to yeosang who was driving. your cheeks redder than ever, your heart beating loudly, and your thighs pressed together. you felt wrong, but couldn't stop the gawking. his hands looked pretty when playing the violin, the guitar, and driving. it drove you insane.

"oppa, can you stop at a gas station so i can get some water?" one of your group members asks from behind, and the man doesn't take long before finding one and stopping.

all of them step out to refresh, leaving you and yeosang alone.

"i'm sorry." you don't hesitate to apologize as soon as they're gone.

yeosang is sitting on the edge of an open trunk, scrolling on his phone and avoiding you. or so you thought. he looks at you confused. "why?"

"for the picture. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to."

"i know you didn't, it's okay." he smiles assuringly.

"but- you didn't respond to my messages. i thought you were angry."

"i was..." he lowers his gaze, his cheeks a light pink colour. "i was in a dilemma. no man would stay careless after seeing a picture like that. especially me, since it's you."

"what?"

"you think i didn't notice all those clicks of the camera and you zooming in on my hands?"

and those very same hands have you bent over the open trunk, fingers drilling into you from behind as you moan into his other hand. you fear that the members might be back already, but yeosang assures you that he has it under control, urging you to relax and enjoy.

light squelching fills the trunk, along with his palm colliding with your bare ass with your skirt flipped over. in no time, the orgasm hits you like never before, and you hear yeosang gasp behind you.

"a squirter, huh."

well, now you were.

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Bf!skz vs you crushing on another idol (ft Ateez!) 💌🎭

any other staytiny out there? 👀 I only very recently started listening to a couple songs by Ateez I'm definitely more of a casual fan atm 🤗 (is anyone else seonghwa biased but daily wrecked by hongjoong and yeosang? and yunho? helpme🤡)

🖤hyung line🖤

🖤maknae line🖤

[yeopoet]

. 𐙚 INNOCENT TOUCH

hyung line! ateez x gn! reader ֶָ֢ genre: fluff. warnings: none. word count: 906. the one where you blush hard.

author's note: i wrote this based on this post.

☆ ( kim hongjoong⠀ ) ... The biting wind makes your body shudder, despite the warmth of the jacket. You glance sideways at your coworker, Hongjoong, walking with his hands stuffed in his pockets, seemingly unbothered by his bare arms. It was your oversight to forget your coat back at the office, and though he had no duty to shield you from the cold, he had shrugged off his jacket for you.

“Are you sure you're not cold?” you ask again, and he clicks his tongue.

“My hands are a little chilly, but it's no big deal,” he replies with a grin. “Besides, the restaurant’s just around the corner. No need to fuss.”

“I do need to fuss.” You inhale deeply, still unconvinced by his words, and start to remove the jacket. He stops you before you can. “I can see the goosebumps on your arms—”

He slips his hand into yours, guiding them into the jacket pocket. You freeze in surprise, but Hongjoong doesn’t let go, pressing his cold fingers around your warm ones.

“Just warm me up. That’ll do,” he says, as heat floods your cheeks with embarrassment. You try to hide it, resuming your walk as if nothing happened. “Are you blushing?” He asks.

“I’m not blushing. It’s just the cold.”

“Yeah, sure.”

☆ ( park seonghwa⠀ ) ... His words reach your ears, but not your brain. You’re silently hoping he doesn’t ask you any questions because you wouldn’t know how to answer. Not because you’re uninterested, but because there are two fallen eyelashes resting on his cheek, and now that you’ve noticed, it’s all you can focus on.

Without meaning to, you let out a small sigh, which makes Seonghwa stop mid-sentence as he’s talking about the last few movies he watched and the ones he’d like to rewatch with you. “Am I boring you?” he asks, flashing a small smile. You shake your head quickly.

“You could never bore me!” The words come out a bit too eagerly, trying to make up for your reaction, and Seonghwa laughs, raising his eyebrows. “It’s just... those two eyelashes on your cheek are completely distracting me.” You raise your hand toward his face. “Can I take them off?”

“Go ahead, if it’ll help you focus on me again.”

You laugh softly, brushing the eyelashes off his face with care. But your long nails make the task trickier than expected, dragging it out longer than it should. You can feel Seonghwa’s eyes on you, and despite your efforts to stay calm, the warmth spreading across your face is becoming all too noticeable.

“Why are you blushing?” he teases.

“I should be the one embarrassed. You’re just making up this eyelash thing to have an excuse to touch me,” he jokes, rolling his eyes, and you playfully smack his shoulder.

“Shut up! I wasn’t lying.” You hold up your finger. “Look, here they are.”

☆ ( jeong yunho⠀ ) ... The idea to go ice skating was entirely yours, but seeing Yunho's look of panic as you sit there with an injured foot after falling flat on the ice makes you think he’s blaming himself a little. “It was just a scare! It doesn’t even hurt anymore,” you try to reassure him.

“Still, I should’ve held your hand.” He takes a deep breath, brow furrowed, kneeling on the ground as he gently presses your foot. “Does it hurt when I touch here?”

“No, because the fall was so silly, I didn’t even have time to get hurt.”

“No fall is silly.” He pouts as he starts pressing and examining your leg. “How about here? Does this hurt?”

There’s nothing inappropriate about his touch, yet you feel your whole face heat up as Yunho’s hands move up and down your leg. Your delayed response catches his attention, and he looks up at you with a frown before realizing what’s going on. “Why is your face all red? Did the crash affect your head too?” He teases.

“Shut up! Never seen anyone fall for your charm before?”

☆ ( kang yeosang⠀ ) ... He’d been your childhood friend for so long, and seeing him again after five years apart, with barely any contact in between, felt strange. You didn’t expect things to be exactly the same as they were before, but sitting there in front of the goofball you used to call your best friend, you realize that some things never change, no matter how much time passes.

Yeosang is messily devouring the chocolate cookies you brought him, completely unaware of the crumbs all over his face.

“How old are you? Five?” you ask, crossing your arms as he looks at you with a huge question mark on his face. “Your mouth, Yeo—it’s covered in crumbs.”

“Oh!” He laughs, quickly wiping his mouth with his fingers, but since he can’t see where the crumbs are, he doesn’t do a very good job. “Is it clean now?”

You sigh, shaking your head as you reach out to wipe the spots he missed. Yeosang just lets you do it, without a word or protest, and most importantly, without taking his eyes off you.

“You’re blushing,” you tease, trying not to laugh.

“So are you.”

© yeopoet

[hylkun]

30 DAYS | L. HEESEUNG

SYNOPSIS: in which y/n l/n gives lee heeseung 30 days before graduation to prove his feelings for her are genuine.

PAIRING: popular!heeseung x quiet!fem!reader

GENRE: high-school!au, angst and lots of it, fluff, smau in some chapters

STATUS: ongoing (july 13, 2024 - ???)

FEATURING: enhypen, ateez, wonyoung, leeseo (ive), jungkook, hoseok (bts), jeon somi, zoa (weeekly) more to be added.

BEFORE U READ: contains strong language, heeseung shows reader so much mixed signals its crazy, drama, more to be added.

TAGLIST: CLOSED

TABLE OF CONTENTS

VOLUME 1 / WEEK 1

day 1: the confession

day 2: the consequences

day 3: the jang wonyoung

day 4: the strawberry cheesecake

day 5: the bonding

day 6: the not-so-bonding

day 7: the visitor

VOLUME 2 / WEEK 2

day 8: the applications

day 9: the miss not-so-great

day 10: the arcade

day 11: the finals

day 12: the after party

day 13: the library

day 14: the kiss

VOLUME 3 / WEEK 3

day 15: the awkward stage

day 16: the silence

day 17: the regret

day 18: the apology

day 19: the counseling

day 20: the realization

day 21: the 'what the hell am i gonna do'

VOLUME 4 / WEEK 4

day 22: the time's soon up

day 23: the last week

day 24: the preparations

day 25: the unspoken rule

day 26: the mr jeon jungkook

day 27: the oblivious

day 28: the ice breaker

day 29: the last day

day 30: the love is in the air

END.

[telail]

ATEEZ HYUNG LINE ★ | Text reaction to finding out you smoke.

Pairing: ateez hyung line x fem!reader Tags: ateez, text smau, est relationships, ateez scenarios, stonerteez Warnings: mentions of cannabis and nic use. small mention of blood- nothing major. note: I was bored asl. enjoy ig?! MAKNAE LINE VER.

[beomsjoongie]

Ateez’s Favorite Positions (Hyung Line)

genre: smut (this should be gender neutral but if it’s not then let me know)

warnings: just pure smut yk. not much else to say 🤷‍♀️

a/n: uhh ignore the header; I got lazy. This is a shocker that I’m posting again so soon. but it’s the weekend and I’m finally not busy so it’s wtv. enjoy (while I’m still here)! 346 words!

Seonghwa: Wall

Seonghwa loves to hold you against the wall, staring into your eyes as he pushes himself deeper and deeper until he reaches that special spot inside of you. Seonghwa would definitely pull back just to push back in roughly. Seonghwa would have your hands tied above your head, one hand on your hip and the other holding onto your hands. He’d keep eye contact almost the whole time, only breaking away when he wants to watch his cock disappear inside of you. You’d be stuffed so nicely <3

Hongjoong: 69

I just feel like Hongjoong would love to have you on top of him, your ass in his face. He would be licking at your messy hole that still has the lingering hint of his cum since he just fucked you (and came inside of you) not even 10 minutes before. He’d have his arms wrapped around your thighs, nails digging into them as you sucked on his tip, moaning as he pushed his tongue in and out of your hole.

Yunho: Doggy

Any position that Yunho can have a grip on your hips, he loves it. But doggy is definitely his favorite. Being able to control your hips, pulling you back and forth on his big cock, all watching you fall apart at the same time. After a long and stressful day, that’s what he looks forward to. Also fucking your face deep into the pillow the harder his thrusts get so now your moans (borderline screams) are muffled and your throat dry.

Yeosang: Missionary

Yes, it’s basic, but the basic the better. He’s be fucking into you so deeply, with long and hard thrusts. Yeosang would place a pillow under your hips to try and find a better angle and a deeper spot. He’d want and have you shaking when he’s done with you. He’d also love to look in your eyes as he drags his cock back and forth against your warm walls. That way, both of you can watch each other as both of your faces morph into intense pleasure.

[maximura]

Ateez at Coachella, April 19th 2024 | Original photography by Frazer Harrison

[dinossaurz]

He ask you to marry him

(Hyung line)

Pairing: Ateez x reader

WC: 1.080

Genre: fluffy, maybe a little suggestive

Network: @blossomnet

Maknae line

Hongjoong

"Hongie, I'm here"

He was overworking, and you were worried with him, but he asked you to accompany him in the studio, and you gladly accepted.

"Baby, hi." he get up from his comfy chair hugging you tight and giving you a lot of kisses on your face. You thought he was acting all weird, because he didn't liked physically touching you too much.

"You're okay?" you look confused at him e he just laughed.

"Sit here, babe. I have a little surprise to you." he guided you to the chair, and you sited in front of his computer and saw a paused video, you looked at his direction, even more confused, and then he just clicked in the play button.

The video had a really sweet melody, it was your favorite Ateez song, it was a bunch of video he recorded of you without you seeing it. All your dates you already had together.

The video had a voice. His voice.

"I know sometimes the world seems hard and cold, there's really mean people that says awful things to us that makes us feel really low. Just as people makes me feel in the past. But after I met you, I realized that when we're on our lowest, it means we only have one way to follow. It's upwards. Y/N, I want to be your only way. Your begging and all that came with that."

You had tears on your eyes, because you were worried when he was making something to you. In the moment you were turning to talk to him, he bent down in one knee and showed a little box. Your heart couldn't stop beating in a really fast tune.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" he had shaky voice, tears in his eyes and you didn't need to think twice.

"Y-yes... yes, yes." you shake your head and started crying and Hongjoong took your hand and put the ring on your finger and you jumped in his chest to hug him tightly, and both of you cried for a while until you decided you needed to kiss him.

Seonghwa

"It's so pretty, isn't it?" Seonghwa said, laying by your side in the cold sand at night, stargazing.

"Yes. I love the stars." you said, looking at your boyfriend and smiled. He turned and hold your hand softly.

"Can I say something about the stars?" you smiled.

"Sure, love." he prepared himself and looked at you in the eyes.

"The sailors used to be lost in the darkness, they used to be desperate sailing through the night, they never knew if the darkness were the sky or the sea. But do you know what they used to do to not being lost anymore? They used the stars to guide themselves, being possible to calculate a new path or even correct it in the darkest nights. Y/N, just like the stars to the lost sailors in the old times, you're my star. Your corrected my path and made me feel safe exiting the darkness."

You opened your mouth, wordless.

"Would you like to marry me?" his eyes were teary, just like yours, and then you started to cry in happiness.

"Hwa... of course I would marry you, jagi."

"I love you so much, my little star." he kissed your forehead and moved away a little and showed you a diamond ring that was in his pocket and you gave your hand to him put the ring on your finger.

"I love you too, my love." you smiled and he whipped your tears with his fingers.

You both kept looking at each other's eyes and then made a heated make out session.

Yunho

"Happy anniversary, baby!" you exchange a gift for your dating anniversary. You firstly gave him a chocolate box, keeping a surprise to tonight, a new pair of lingerie and all your love to him.

"Thank you, jagi." you said, kissing his cheek when he gives you a letter. It was a tradition to give you a letter in your anniversary, and you just had a surprise when you opened the letter, it was different.

"You didn't realized? Decipher the code... our code." it was what it was written on the letter. You looked at him in confusion and he blinked at you when you remembered. All the letters had a initial letter on top of the paper, and you always asked yourself the meaning of that.

This time, it only had a '?'. Immediately you went to the other letters.

" W, i, l, l, y, o, u, m, a, r, r, y, m, e, ?"

Each letter to a month of anniversary. The letters formed 'will you marry me?' made you put your hands in your mouth, in pure shock. Your eyes already watering.

"Yunho you... I don't believe..." you looked to the letters and smiled to him, your eyes shiny.

"So, I'm waiting for your answer." he kneel and showed your a velvety box with a silver ring inside.

"Yes. Definitely yes! Thank you, Yuyu." you hugged him tightly and let some tears flowing through your face and he whipped them out softly and then kissed you, passing his hands though your curves. He felt you with no underwear and he just knew what you wanted.

"Hmm... so this was your gift?" he laughed close to your lips and you nodded and kissed his neck, provoking him.

Yeosang

"Y/N, you're awake?" he whispered, seeing you laid, rubbing your eyes, with messy hair.

"Oh, hi... you're here." you stretched yourself and didn't noticed a ring on your finger, Yeosang put it there while you were sleeping. "I'm so ugly right now. You should have called me so I could get dressed pretty before you came." you laughed.

"Actually, you're perfect just like this, it wouldn't disturb me seeing you like this every single day, waking up by my side. Cuddle with you, give you love and affection by morning, it would be nice, wouldn't it?" you looked at him confused and he laughed.

"Huh?" Yeosang hold your hand and you saw the ring. Now you realized, you sleepy form were just gone.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" your heart gone insane just like butterfly wings, your smile grows and without realizing, you're crying.

"Of course. Yes, yes, yes." you cried and hugs him. He kissed your head and fixed your hair, just making it messier and it made both of you laugh.

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[seonghwalord]

ateez!hyungline x black!reader

ateez hyung line when there on tour and they have a babyy!

warnings: no warnings!

hongjoong!

seonghwa!

yunho!

yeosang!

[atinycafe]

MEETING HYUNG LINE ATZ 4 THE FIRST TIME — headcanons

pairing: ateez hyung line (psh, khj, jyh, kys) x fem!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 4.2k warnings: different aus for each boy, violence + language + annoying man hitting on reader (hwa's part), groping and sexual harassment by creep (yuyu's part) + mention of needles and blood (yeo's part), petnames note: this weirdly took me so long that's why i didn't post my usual tiny drabbles these past days, like i think you can actually see me lose interest in writing this as you go on further and further in the post, but anyway if you like it, feel free to tell me so i can write 4 the maknae line, feel free to request anything, i'll write it 4 u bb, also completely out of context but yeosang's initials are crazy like sir?? masterlist

　　○˳　　　🎭　　　idol!hongjoong x model!reader (1.3k)

you ready yourself for what lies ahead, inhaling soft breaths to steady your nerves. you make a conscious effort not to bite on your acrylic nails, a habit that helps alleviate your stress. standing in a line filled with seasoned models, you find yourself at the forefront.

this marks your first time opening for a catwalk show, and it happens to be for balmain, one of your favorite brands. you can sense the gaze of more experienced mannequins piercing the back of your head, intensifying your desire to disappear completely.

excitement courses through you, but it is overshadowed by overwhelming anxiety. your stomach tightens beneath the long black bodycon dress. the excessively high heels dig uncomfortably into your feet, and the black fur coat feels hot and itchy against your skin. a golden necklace dips between your breasts, accentuating the deep v-cut of your dress.

gazing down at your legs, you can feel the tightness of the dress, accentuating their curves forcefully. the thought of appearing awkward while attempting to strut along the runway plagues your mind. you pout and try to recall the words of your therapist, assuring yourself that everything will be okay, despite your rising anxiety.

the staff begins the final checks on the models, informing you that the show will commence in 10 minutes. everyone nods, preparing themselves. some models ask their personal assistants to double-check their hair and makeup, while others place their healthy smoothies on the large tables at the sides.

you remain still, already prepared, though the weight of the coat on your body feels burdensome. breathing becomes a challenge, but you push through the discomfort. fake it till you make it—perhaps the placebo effect can work in your favor now; you desperately need it.

you all stand behind the grand curtains, the sound of music signaling the beginning of the show. having practiced a new, slightly more sensual catwalk routine for this occasion, you convince yourself that everything will be fine. however, the fuck ass coat… it weighs so heavily upon you.

recognizing your cue, you part the curtains on the first drop of the music. the lights dramatically illuminate your silhouette as you push your anxiety to the back of your mind, casting a seductive smirk toward the audience on either side of the runway.

you start strutting slowly, each step perfectly synchronized with the bass of the song. you know you look good, feeling your hips sway enticingly. yet, you can't help but notice the tightness in your chest and the sudden difficulty in breathing. fuck that damn coat.

quickly contemplating your options, you realize no one is behind you. if you take a dramatic pause, it won't disrupt the flow. and so, you do just that. in the middle of the runway, you come to a halt, gracefully turning on yourself as if putting on a show for the spectators. removing your coat, you reveal the backless dress beneath, flinging the fur onto someone seated in the front row. gasps of astonishment ripple through the crowd, and the camera flashes multiply, blinding you to the identity of the recipient of your 10-kilogram coat—only catching a glimpse of orange hair.

resuming your stride, you are well aware that this impulsive act will likely be splattered across social media for months. you suppress a laugh as you imagine the dramatic edits that will ensue. with the burden of the coat lifted, you finally feel free from the weight that had fueled your anxiety.

having completed the walk flawlessly, you now find yourself in your own small cubicle—a room of your own, courtesy of your friendship with olivier rousteing. seated in a chair, donning simple shorts and a t-shirt, you sip on your americano. your

face is adorned with a white face mask as you stare intently at something on your phone, hugging your knees.

the door creaks open, and you assume it's your assistant finally arriving to inform you that your uber has arrived. pushing against the dressing table, you swivel the rolling chair to face the door, only to be met with a stranger.

both of your mouths hang open in surprise, and you simply gaze at each other in disbelief. you, because you find yourself face-to-face with one of your favorite singers, hongjoong from ateez. and him, because he didn't expect you to look so adorable after witnessing the mature show you put on just thirty minutes ago.

"uhh, can i help you?" you ask, swiftly removing the mask and straightening yourself, coughing softly in awkwardness.

"uh, yeah, you… umm, dropped this earlier," he points to the weighty coat in his grasp, and your jaw drops once more.

you just threw that coat at kim fucking hongjoong. you wish you could disappear.

"oh shit, sorry, i…" you begin to stand up, almost causing the cup of americano in your lap to tumble. but you catch it in the nick of time, your reflexes acting swiftly, even as your embarrassment threatens to engulf you. "did it hurt?" you blurt out in a quick squeak.

did it hurt? did it hurt?? you must be out of your damn mind. what kind of question is that? your face flushes, and the redhead before you can only stare in shock before bursting into laughter.

"shit sorry, 'm not making fun of you, i promise precious," he manages to say in between wheezes, tears forming in his eyes. "no, it didn't. don't worry about me. i'm stronger than i look." you let out an awkward laugh, finding some amusement in the situation as well, and you wipe at your face, feeling exhausted. it's only 9 pm, but you've been at this place since dawn. hongjoong notices the tired smile on your face and straightens up.

"i didn't know who to give it to. i figured since you… uhh, wore it," he trails off, hoping you'd understand that he didn't want to waste your time.

"that's so nice of you, if i were you i would've kept it to be honest," you laugh, finally starting to feel at ease. and he smiles.

he smiles. your brain goes haywire at the sight, and you can't help but make a quick remark, "could i get your autograph?"

he looks at you as if you've just asked him the most improbable thing in the world, and you bite your lip, scolding yourself internally for getting too comfortable. "sorry, you don't have to—"

"no no no, it's alright. i just didn't think you… knew me," now it's your turn to look at him in the same way he did, and you're at a loss for words.

you try to formulate a response, attempting to convey that he's rather daft for being surprised that you recognize him. but before you can speak, your assistant finally enters the room, holding your considerably lighter coat. he eyes hongjoong up and down, and then turns to you, pointing at him discreetly.

"isn't that the guy you keep fangirling over?" your horror-stricken gaze meets your assistant's, while hongjoong hides his face behind the fur coat, muffling his laughter within the material.

your assistant fails to read the room and continues, "anyway, your uber's there. come

out whenever you're ready, but make it quick, guys." he gives both of you a knowing look, and you stare back in a mix of confusion and disbelief. he places your brown coat on the chair next to hongjoong and closes the door behind him as he exits.

"sorry about him, man. he's weird. don't mind him," you start, tossing the empty cup of americano into the trash along with the face mask you had worn. as you reach for your brown clothing, you pass by hongjoong, noticing how his eyes follow you, his smile never fading. his cologne wafts around him, but you resist the urge to inhale deeply. while putting on your coat, hongjoong finally smirks.

"i'll give you my autograph next time i see you, along with that coat. in exchange, give me your number."

○˳　　　🏍️　　　gangster!seonghwa x chaebol!reader (0.9k)

you're chilling in the vip section of one of seoul's most famous clubs. having a blast with your girlfriends, clinking glasses, and laughing uproariously. everyone around recognizes you as the daughter of a prominent politician, shamelessly having a good time with other influential figures' daughters, but they mind their own business.

you feel the judgmental gazes on you, but you try to ignore them, not wanting to let them ruin your night. your father wasn't the best person, openly feasting on the public's taxes. he was awful both in public and private. you're relieved he's a deadbeat dad, with his messed up personality, you don't have to deal with him.

you'd rather spend his ill-gotten money on clubbing and shopping, reclaiming a small piece of what he's taken from the nation. it might be foolish, but hey, you're just a young girl. what else can you do?

your thoughts are interrupted when one of your girls grabs your arm, slurring about wanting to dance. you both giggle as her words come out in slow motion. you stand up, letting her lead you onto the dance floor.

you move to the beat, her body pressed against your back, her hands caressing your bare waist as yours wave in the air. she leans in, her nose brushing against your hoop earring, and she shouts over the loud music about a guy who keeps checking you out. you turn to her, silently asking "where?" and she points behind you.

you pivot, following her gesture, and lock eyes with a man sitting in a vip section similar to yours. he's at the edge of a circular seat, accompanied by seven other guys. as his gaze meets yours, he smirks, the club's lasers reflecting off the grills in his mouth. you flash a smile, then turn away, acting unfazed. your friend catches on, throwing her head back in laughter as she teasingly grabs a handful of your ass. both of you erupt in fits of giggles, behaving like immature high school students.

the night carries on, and you grow tired of dancing. the other girls have joined you on the dance floor, so you leave them and head to the bar. you ask the bartender for a glass of water, hoping to refresh yourself a bit. suddenly, you feel a large hand on the small of your back. you smile, assuming it's the stranger from earlier, but when you turn around, your smile fades. it's some random guy, much older, and you recoil in disgust, smoothing over the spot he touched with your palm.

"ew, back off. not interested," you say dismissively, not even bothering to look at him. you shift your focus to the bartender, who gives you a sympathetic smile. he places the glass of water in front of you and goes off to clean other glasses.

the man, who still hasn't budged from behind you, snatches your drink and takes a sip. you look at him, utterly shocked, thinking, "what the fuck does he think he's doing?" he carelessly drops the cup right next to your hand on the table, causing the water to splash onto your fingers, making you flinch.

"water? nah, let me get you something good, babe. what do you want? i can get you anything," he yells at the bartender, who gives you a questioning look. you shake your head in refusal. when the guy sees that you both ignore him, he starts getting agitated.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he snaps at you. funny, you were thinking the same thing. "you think you're better than me or something? i know who you are, you bitch. just because your daddy's th—"

before he can finish his sentence, his head slams onto the table, and he crumples to the floor, leaving a streak of blood where his nose hit the wood. you turn to the person who just knocked him out.

"seonghwa, nice to meet you, pretty. sorry about him. he won't bother you anymore," he says calmly as he takes a seat next to you, motioning for someone to remove the unconscious body. you stare at him in astonishment before taking a sip of your water, letting the cool liquid calm you down.

he signals the bartender, who swiftly approaches, discussing a glass on the rocks. the older man nods unsteadily. taking advantage of the moment, you let your eyes wander over his face. he's attractive, but that's not what catches your attention. the dragon tattoo peeks out from his shirt, extending along the side of his neck. it's the symbol of the notorious gang and, surprisingly, the owners of the club you're in.

"you often handle paying patrons like that?" you inquire, taking another sip of your water and gazing straight ahead.

now it's his turn to feel your gaze on his profile, and you can hear his chuckle. "i only do that to the ones who scare the highest-paying patrons," he cleverly replies, alluding to your wealthy background. you roll your eyes and turn to face him, resting your elbows on the table and propping your cheek on your fists.

"'m not paying for my water, you are," you state, and he laughs, mimicking your posture by resting his cheek on his hand.

"am i now? and why would i do that, pretty?" he smirks. you can now see the details of his grills more clearly, small diamonds adorning the silver jewelry, and you smirk right back at him. a few strands of hair fall across your face as your body shakes with laughter.

"'cause you got a crush on me," you drawl out the last word, your smile widening, your cheeks starting to hurt. he moves one hand to your face, gently brushing the hair away with a feather-light touch, and chuckles softly.

"such a smart girl."

　　○˳　　　🚟　　　student!yunho x student!reader (0.8k)

you gaze down at the subway floor beneath your feet, gripping your eyes tightly. the train compartment is packed to the brim, the morning rush causing people to scramble and squeeze together. however, you're well aware that the hand grazing against your skirt is no accidental result of the cramped space.

clenching your fists, you lean your forehead against the windowpane of the door ahead, seeking solace in the cold surface. a scream wells up within you, the desire to make a scene overwhelming, but this is the first time such a thing has happened to you. frozen, you're unable to react.

your eyes sting with tears, and you attempt to hold them back, but they refuse to be contained. small droplets trickle down your cheeks, and you gently brush them away with the sleeves of your uniform.

suddenly, the subway screeches to a halt, reaching a new station before the doors slide open in front of you. you lower your gaze to the floor, your hair partially obscuring your face, and you notice only one pair of jordan 4 sneakers and a pair of pants resembling the ones worn by boys in your school. your curiosity leads you to glance up swiftly, and there stands one of the tallest boys you've ever seen. he's a stranger, someone you've never crossed paths with before, but you surmise he must be a new student at your school, given the familiar uniform.

he stares at your face, taking note of the tear tracks on your cheeks, then casts a quick glance behind you, piercing through the person who has been violating your boundaries for the past five minutes. in an instant, he connects the dots, understanding the situation, and his expression changes from shock to anger.

he steps into the train, forcefully grabbing the man behind you before hurling him out with a powerful throw. the man lands on his rear with a grunt, and before he can utter a word, the doors seal shut.

you have no time to react as more people flood in through the other subway doors, inadvertently pushing against your body. almost losing your balance, the boy behind you grabs your forearm, turning you around and gently pressing you against the door. his hands shield you from the surrounding crowd, his larger and stronger frame providing protection.

you can only gaze up at him, fear evident in your wide eyes, while he looks down at the others around him, his face reflecting displeasure as people jostle against him. eventually, he looks back at you, and his expression softens.

"sorry for touching you like that," he whispers, and you feel a tug at your heart, strangely soothed by his voice despite his recent shoving and pushing.

"like what?" you respond softly, perplexed because he has nothing to apologize for; in fact, he did the complete opposite by helping you fend off the harasser.

he simply gestures toward your forearm with his long finger, not even making contact, alluding to the moment he turned you to face him.

"oh," you glance down at your arm, "'s alright," you say awkwardly.

silence hangs between the two of you. you try not to dwell on how close he is to you, but this time, the proximity doesn't make you uncomfortable. while yunho gazes upward, deliberately avoiding meeting your eyes, he can't help but notice their beauty—the way they shine so brightly with tears—making him feel breathless, as though he could suffocate if he stares for too long, forgetting to breathe.

"by the way, thank you for, umm…" you finally manage to speak, still unable to meet his gaze as his eyes find their way back to you, "you know, yeah, thanks."

he's about to reply, insisting it was nothing, when the door behind you opens. a gasp escapes your lips as you begin to lose your balance, but his hand instinctively reaches out, pulling you closer and helping you regain stability.

he tries to create distance between you, but the stream of people surging in from behind prevents it. the next station is even more crowded than the previous, as it draws nearer to downtown. pressed tightly against his chest, your left cheek resting against his pec, you can hear his heartbeat quicken. the closeness causes his ears and neck to turn bright red.

once both of you step out of the subway, finally arriving at the station that leads to your school, you release a weary sigh simultaneously. at the sound, you look at each other and share a soft chuckle.

walking in the same direction, you have a feeling that getting this close to yunho won't be a one-time occurrence.

　　○˳　　　💉　　　doctor!yeosang x patient!reader (1.2k)

"so, how did that happen?" yeosang mumbles as he checks out the open gash on your hairline, his gloved hands carefully examining the wound. you wince in pain when he applies a bit too much pressure, and he gives you an apologetic look before returning to his seat, tossing the gloves into the tiny trash can beside him.

you're in one of the er rooms, sitting on the examination table, and you're grateful for the blood smeared on your face, hiding the blush you can't help but feel around the cute doctor. you nervously bite your lip, and he notices, reaching out with his thumb to release your poor lip from the clutches of your teeth. you don't overthink the gesture; after all, he's a doctor who doesn't want you to cause another injury to your face.

raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, he expects an answer to his previous question. you fiddle with your fingers, trying to come up with a response that won't embarrass you. eventually, you let your shoulders slump in defeat and clear your throat.

"my friend, uh, told me a joke, and it made my stomach hurt. i clutched my stomach," you explain, and he nods along, ensuring he follows the story. "but then, when i bent down too fast, i ended up smacking my head on the glass table and, umm, breaking it…"

he hides his face behind his palm, scribbling something in the paper placed in your folder. you can tell from the shaking of his shoulders that he's laughing. he mumbles something about how the joke must've been really funny.

you offer a shaky smile as he explains the next steps you'll need to take at home. he mentions that you won't require sutures since he doesn't want any obvious scarring, which is a relief because you're not exactly fond of needles. he continues talking about the medications and creams you'll need to apply to your face every night and day for the next month. you agree with a soft nod, feeling the throbbing headache intensify with each movement.

he hands you a prescription paper, and as you reach for it, you nearly stumble, experiencing the same dizziness that preceded fainting. but he catches you in his strong arms with lightning reflexes. you pull back, clutching your head instead, as the headache reaches unbearable levels.

yeosang notices your distress and swiftly guides you back onto the bed, using the gentlest movements. he takes hold of your chin between his fingers and looks into your fluttering eyes as you struggle to keep them open. worry lines crease his forehead as he reaches into his front pocket, retrieving not a pen, but a small flashlight. he shines it in your face, swiftly passing it in front of your eyes to check for dilation.

"you've lost quite a bit of blood," he says, his jaw tensing with concern as he lightly traces the back of his fingers along your cheekbones. "i can't believe i missed that…"

you wave your hand dismissively, whispering that it's okay since you only recently started feeling the effects of the blood loss.

"do you know your blood type? we need to transfuse, sweetheart," he whispers, clicking on his laptop, most likely searching for your blood type in your folder, which isn't available since this is your first visit to this hospital. you don't dwell on the endearment, too focused on recalling your blood type from memory.

"no, sorry, i don't remember," you meekly reply, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. after all, what adult doesn't know their own blood type?

"it's okay," he reassures, turning to you with a soft smile. "i'll take a sample, send it to one of the nurses, and they'll find out for us, okay?"

the question is rhetorical, and you realize it. you don't bother mentioning your fear of needles; it's not that you're scared of them, but you just don't want them penetrating your body.

with wide eyes and clammy hands, you agree with a small nod. yeosang immediately notices your tension. your knee bounces up and down rapidly, and your hands tremble slightly in your lap. he doesn't say anything as he retrieves a disinfected syringe from a small plastic container, along with two tubes.

he brings a chair in front of you and takes a seat, bringing himself down to your level. you gaze at him through your lashes, and yeosang feels his heart skip a beat. he takes a deep breath, then gently holds your hands, rubbing his thumbs softly against your skin. he can feel your rapid heartbeat under his touch and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"hey," he simply says, and you look at him, waiting for more. when no further words come, you respond with a quiet "hey" of your own.

"good, the patient is responsive, not a lifeless body," he smiles crookedly, cracking a joke that brings a smile to your face.

"wow, the patient is even smiling. today must be my lucky day," your smile widens, and he releases your hands. you hadn't realized how grounding his touch had been until it disappeared.

he grabs your arm and places your hand on his lap, palm facing up. he starts tapping the crook of your elbow since you're wearing a t-shirt, trying to locate your veins. when they don't appear, he clucks his tongue and takes hold of your smaller fist in his own, manually making your hand clench while his other hand remains on your forearm, attempting to raise a vein.

you remain silent and still, focusing on his concentrated expression. his eyebrows furrow, and his eyes remain fixed except for the occasional blink. his strong nose defines his face, and you notice the spot where he bites his cheek from inside his mouth. there's a small birthmark next to his eye, shaped like a tiny heart, and you find it endearing.

"enjoying the view?" he smirks, and before you can respond to defend your honor, he grabs the syringe, effectively silencing you. he tears open the packaging, discarding the waste on the table, and approaches your arm.

you flinch when he places a hand on your forearm, and he looks up at you with a gentle smile. however, the sight of the needle next to his face does little to calm you.

"'m gonna need you to keep your eyes on me, can you do that?" he asks, and you nod once, not planning on fixating on the impending puncture. "i'll make it quick, i promise, princess. do you trust me?" once again, you nod, this time thrown off balance by the endearing nickname, which he notices through the quiver of your lips.

"if i asked for your number, would you give it to me?" he shocks you with the question, as he's one of the most beautiful humans you've ever encountered, and here you are, looking like a complete mess with half your face covered in blood and a massive hole in your forehead.

"y-yeah, i would, obviously," you stammer, and he swiftly inserts the needle, hitting the vein accurately—something for which you're internally grateful. instinctively, you glance downward, but he quickly clicks his tongue, drawing your attention back.

"what did we say, eyes on me," he shows off his perfect teeth as he finally removes the needle, carefully transferring its contents into the two small bottles which he pushes aside. "now about this phone number."

[bang-chan-my-man]

ATEEZ 'WORK' MV Hyung Icons

[liljamjarisbrain]

you can't spell 'ateez' without 'ate'; a thread 🧵 (hyung line edition)

seonghwa (성화) -

hongjoong (홍중) -

yunho (윤호) -

yeosang (여상)-

(maknae line edition)

[brrrkdslek]

you read the comments of the live as san and wooyoung who were on your left and right respectively sandwiched you beautifully. even bringing the atinys who were watching, to their knees.

you were currently explaining the ateez lore to atinys while san and wooyoung were, well, touching you to be exact. your thighs were thrown over san's lap as he gently played with the hems of your fluffy socks; your abdomen encaged in wooyoung's tight hold, gently nuzzling into your neck from time to time.

"i think we should end the live." san said suddenly, "huh, why though?" you stare up at him in confusion as wooyoung nods in agreement, "yeah we should, besides it's late. our schedules are busy tomorrow so we should sleep earlier, right sannie?"

"oh... then i guess we should end it." you frowned and waved goodbye to atinys alongside san and wooyoung before ending the live. "okay, you guys should go." wooyoung blinks, "what, why?" you stood in confusion, "didn't you say it's late...?" san giggled, "you're so cute, jagi."

your cheeks heat up, "...what, what are you guys even on about?" wooyoung stood up and wrapped his arms around your middle, hot breath fanning your neck. "sannie, i think we should keep our jagi company for tonight~" you blink, "what-"

suddenly, wooyoung began to suck at your neck, causing you to whimper. "h-hyung, what are you doing?" you felt the male smile into your neck, continuing to kiss at your sensitive spots. san stepped forward and kissed your cheek, "we wouldn't want our darling to be cold for the night," he neared your face.

san's nose touching yours as he held your close, hands on your hips. "so we'll warm you up tonight." you blush and put your hands up to his chest, trying to distance you and the man, although proving to be useless as you weakened at the sensitive feeling on your neck.

capturing your lip, san hummed and forced his tongue into your mouth causing you to moan. he silently praised your obedience, you were always such an obedient doll despite being a maknae, catching everyone's attention with your cuteness and attentiveness.

you pulled away, saliva still connecting at yours and san's bottom lips, "ah~ hyung, no... we shouldn't be doing this-" "but you want to, don't you?" you squealed as wooyoung's hot breath against your ear, licking your shell. "you've been so obedient, doll. it's just what you deserve." san's words were like honey, so sweet and gently, almost tooth-rotting.

maybe you'd give in to your hyungs, but just for tonight.

[gyustarzzi]

ateez reacting to you wanting to cuddle 1/2

☆𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

It was past midnight and Hongjoong was working on Ateez's upcoming comeback that would be coming up in a few days. You, being you, decided to visit Hongjoong's office and give him some company. You had repeatedly told Hongjoong to take a rest and hang out with you but Hongjoong's answer was always, "5 more minutes" or "give me just a sec, I have to finish these last lines" and that was at least 2 hours ago when he last said those words. You were annoyed by Hongjoong's attitude. You swiftly went over to Hongjoong's chair where he was sitting before straddling him in his seat. "What is it baby? Are you tired?", he asked stroking your back lovingly. You nodded eagerly before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling your face into the crook of his neck, "I want cuddles now", you demanded, a soft laugh erupted from Hongjoong, "Okay baby", he says before reclining his seat back slightly to make you both comfortable. Let's just say Hongjoong went back to work with you hugging him tightly in your sleep.

★𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

Seonghwa was in the studio practicing the dance for their next comeback and you were relaxing on the couch. You watched afar as he danced gracefully for their new song, 'Inception'. His dancing was amazing and his moves were clean and sharp. You hadn't had a chance to cuddle him in what felt like too long and just watching him dance made you yearn for his cuddles. Once Seonghwa was done dancing to the song, he was taken away to be fitted in his comeback stage outfit. When he returned, his outfit was like that of a school boy, his blue tie hanging loose and his white shirt fitting perfectly, some buttons unbuttoned to reveal his collarbone. Seonghwa walked over to your bored figure with a silly smile on his face, "Do you like my outfit?", he asks while showing you his outfit, making you scoff in his face, "Do you really want to know?" you exclaimed making Seonghwa's face droop for a second before he is tugged harshly by the tie and into your embrace, "I think you look so hot, now cuddle me", you say lying on the couch.

☆𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

As Yunho played Super Mario Party with the other members, you watched them with interest. All day you've been trying to give Yunho hints that you want his cuddles. However, for some reason he was blind and stupid because he wasn't picking it up quickly. So the entire day you were sitting on the couch sorrow plain on your face when the others weren't looking. While they were playing Super Mario party you walked past Yunho kissing him on the cheek and wrapping your arms around his neck. Kissing his cheeks often. But somehow he was unable to get the program. Unsuccessful you leave the room upset and angry since Yunho was not paying attention to you. A couple of hours later all the members leave your house, Yunho heading upstairs ready to go to bed. Once he opens the door you're lying there still scrolling through your phone. Yunho smiles softly at you as he walks over to you. He swiftly gets under the cover, wrapping his arms around your small figure. You look at him with an angry gaze before breaking away from his arms, a shocked expression on Yunho's face. "Honey? What's the matter?", asks Yunho as he tries to pull you in embrace again, "You wouldn't give me any attention when you were playing with your friends", you whine squirming away from him, "I'm sorry y/n, can you forgive me?", asks Yunho, your body turning around to face him directly. You then pull yourself into his embrace, snuggling your head into his chest. "Apologies accepted".

★𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

You, Yeosang, and the guys were on vacation at the beach. As you sat in your chair, the others were splashing water at one another and trying to drown one another. You sigh in frustration as you watch Wooyoung attempt to drown Hongjoong for the 40th time today. His loud laughs erupt across the beach when Hongjoong came up with a piece of seaweed on his forehead. You can't help but laugh to yourself at the funny scene in front of your eyes but you had your mind on something else. Yeosang. He was splashing water at Wooyoung, his muscles flexing whenever he splashed the water or swam away. You couldn't help but feel needy this whole week. The only thing you wanted to do was spend time with your boyfriend. You watch as your boyfriend gets out of the water, walking over to you. You smile happily knowing that now you get to spend time with your boyfriend. He sits right beside you, taking his towel and drying off his hair, "Hey baby", you say, yeosang smiling back at you, "Hey angel, why aren't you getting in the water?", he asks still rubbing the towel on his hair, "I want to spend time with you", you say making yeosang stop in his tracks, a shade of blush forming on his cheeks, "Can we go to the beach house and cuddle?", you ask softly now getting out of your chair, "Of course my love".

[hylkun]

30 DAYS | L. HEESEUNG

DAY 3: the jang wonyoung

SYNOPSIS: in which y/n l/n gives lee heeseung 30 days before graduation to prove his feelings for her are genuine.

PAIRING: popular!heeseung x quiet!fem!reader

GENRE: high-school!au, angst and lots of it, fluff

BEFORE YOU READ: cursing, slight bullying, wonyoung and somi are portrayed as mean girls

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Now, you'd finally started to feel bad for ditching Heeseung yesterday. As you walk through the gates of the school, you tell yourself that once you find him, you'd apologize for your sudden leaving. However, a figure - scratch that - 2 figures stood in front of you, blocking your entryway. And it just so happened to be the two females you probably hate the most on Earth.

Jang Wonyoung and Jeon Somi.

You sigh to yourself silently before attempting to go around them, but Wonyoung stops you from doing so. She definitely wanted something, and it wasn't good. "Wonyoung, what do you want?" You hissed, but she only smiles slyly in response.

"Oh, nothing! Somi and I just wanted to say hello, is all." She claims, making you scoff. Knowing Wonyoung, she isn't the type to just talk to someone unless you had something she wanted. "By the way, if you don't mind me asking, what's your status with Lee Heeseung? Girlfriend, situationship, what?"

Yup. The 'something' she wanted was Lee Heeseung. You should've seen this coming, especially since she's been infatuated with him since elementary.

"Firstly, that's none of your business - secondly, him and I are just friends, nothing else." Can I get inside, now?" You reply, in a hurry since Yunho and Leeseo were in the library awaiting your arrival. You try to get through, but Somi shoves you back.

"(Name), you poor soul. We promise we won't do anything, just tell -" Somi is cut off by Wonyoung, as she signals to someone in the distance. You turn to see who it is and speak of the devil - its Heeseung. Wonyoung skips over to him and places a wet kiss on his cheek, making your heart skip a beat. Was Heeseung involved with Wonyoung in some way? Somi notices your disapproval and snickers. "I guess you were telling the truth, then." She laughs, and walks over to Wonyoung and Heeseung.

You take another look at Heeseung, and you make eye contact with him for a split second before rushing into the school. At this point, Yunho and Leeseo were probably becoming impatient.

"Where the hell is she? It's been like an hour." Yunho grumbles, putting his head on the table out of boredom. Leeseo is about to convince him you're coming, but there is no need as you bust through the doors of the library, clearly out of breath. "What the fu- (Name), where the hell have you been?"

"Wonyoung." Is all you say, holding onto the table to catch your breath. And just by hearing that name, Yunho and Leeseo knew exactly what went down.

"Girl, come sit down because you need to spill everything that just happened out there."

"So you're telling me he literally let Jang Wonyoung kiss him? What a bitch!" Leeseo exclaims, grabbing the looks of other students in the library. "Sorry!" She says before slumping in her seat.

"That's crazy. Like honestly. Maybe it has something to do with you ditching him yesterday." Yunho pitches in, and you nod. After you ditched Heeseung yesterday, you immediately texted Yunho and Leeseo. Knowing him, he probably got the wrong idea.

"I'll talk to him in Physics today. Hopefully, nothing goes wrong." Your friends encourage you which gives you a tiny sense of hope that all will be well.

Curse you, Jang Wonyoung.

You enter the physics classroom, immediately scanning for Heeseung. You sit next to him, after all. And you find him. Except, Wonyoung is sitting in your seat.

Next to Heeseung.

You approach both of them, and your heartbeat quickens. You weren't too good with confronting people. "Um, hey- Sorry to bother you but, Wonyoung's in my seat. Move, please." You say quietly.

"Excuse me, I couldn't get that. Could you repeat it for me?" Wonyoung asks, with a mischievous grin on her face.

"I said, you're in my seat."

"Ohh! Actually, this is my seat now. Heeseung asked for me to switch seats. So now, you sit with Hoseok. Y'know, the talkative one?" Your eyes twitch at her words, and you look at Heeseung for confirmation. However, he doesn't make eye contact with you, and that's all you need. You scoff before making your way to your new involuntary seat.

Why did you have to get yourself involved with Lee Heeseung?

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