#ateez road trip

[mlink64]

When hard hours are open and you just wanna look up and see him making this face and calling you his good girl 😫💦🧎‍♀️✨️

[srirachaz]

my ateez/skz joint playlist is the perfect length for getting me to my sisters place so guess what i’m going to be listening to for the foreseeable future

[songmingisthighs]

Missing Out

group : ateez

pairing : dilf!mingi × reader

genre : smut

wc : 4.1 k

tw : mdni, explicit smut; daddy kink, teasing, dirty talk, age gap (mingi's like mayhaps at least a decade older, but both are still within legal limits), thigh riding, spitting, alcohol consumption (not to the point of being drunk, it's just for vibes and... spitting lmao),

a/n : frfr i hope he doesn't see this fic because God i would not be able to defend myself. tbh i planned on posting this on mingi's bitthday but i got shit happening to me. shit without my consent and I'm just trying to ride the stress like gandalf hopped up on cocaine riding smaug. so ykw i decided to post this on my birthday instead lmao. special thanks to @kitten4sannie for listening to me drop some ideas while i was on a road trip, i did some adjustments but it's still sexually frustrated dilf!mingi this fic is finally out so i hope you and everyone enjoy it <3

a/n/n : i take no responsibilities for any calf cramp that may or may not happen but alyssa, i still blame you for the great leg cramp at ass o'clock

a/n/n/n : my birthday sucks because it felt more like public service than anything but i got ticket to go to singapore again so i'll be reunited with my little brother and little sisters soon✌️ i'm raising money for my mental wellbeing which is so totally code for i'm trying to find a way to make my shituation better by making myself just the slightest bit happier after today's shenanadoodles

buy me coffee ?

After the day Mingi had, the cold drink in his hand felt like the reward he deserved. It was only then that Mingi realized why people always say that the Family Court is rough. Still, of course, it was extra rough for him because his ex-wife, the horned creature incarnate (a goat, not the devil), had dragged his name through the mud just to get the maximum alimony because she was a narcissistic bum with no life skill to fall back to as if Mingi was the one who told her to quit her job as a dental hygienist when they first got married.

During the mediation meetings and court proceedings, she took all of the potshots she could While no one took her seriously, it still pained Mingi because the more she and her lawyer attacked him, calling out all of his insecurities and questioning his character, the more obvious it was that Mingi had wasted 9 years of his life on this loser and he missed out on all of the marital milestones. The main sore spot was having kids. She argued that putting her body through pregnancy was out of the question because there were risks that could cause her body to look weird in the future and it's inhumane how a woman's body had to contort in such a way to accommodate another living being. But when her breast implant popped when she slammed the car door too hard, it was 'a normal occurrence'.

As much as his friend Yunho told him not to, Mingi couldn't help but wallow in the time he absolutely WASTED on the bitch only to be screwed over. The only good thing that came out of the divorce was the fact that he got out of it without having to pay alimony because his ex-wife had become too cocky with her cards. But still, Mingi had to give her the car, the savings account (that wasn't much compared to anything considering she had drained it to accommodate her filler addiction and alcohol dependency), and Tony Son, their personal trainer, the one thing Mingi could credit her because she had been the one who introduced him to the man who was able to sculpt his body to perfection.

"Is this seat taken?"

Mingi snapped his head to the side to see a woman younger than he, dressed in a tight-bodiced red sparkly dress that showed just enough cleavage for it to be classy rather than trashy and the A-line satin skirt stopped just three fingers width atop her knees. Slowly, Mingi nodded and gestured to the seat on his right side wordlessly. It wasn't until the woman flagged down the bartender and ordered her drink did Mingi questioned why she sat next to him when there were other seats in the bar.

"So, are you alone?" she asked, striking up a conversation with Mingi which honestly caught him by surprise because he had been told that he had a resting bitch face that doubled in intensity when he wasn't in the mood and he was doubling in his bad mood. "Yeah... I am, so..." his words allude to him wanting to be alone, but there was something about the person next to him that intrigued him so much so that his eyes seemed to be glued to her. Just the sight of her drinking her vodka cranberry made Mingi's eyes travel from her face down to her lap, watching the way she moved so gracefully. "So... You don't mind my asking why a man as handsome as you are would be sitting alone with a scowl on his face," she pointed out, forcing Mingi to consciously unfurrow his eyebrows and fake taking a sip of his drink, "I'm not scowling, I'm just tired and pissed off for wasting 9 years on a selfish bitch that deprived me of anything I want in life," he spat venomously, even the slight mention of his ex sent a really unpleasant taste in his mouth. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Anything I can do to help?" She pouted, inching closer to Mingi as somewhat of a signal. Noticing this, Mingi scoffed and shook his head but he still entertained the woman, "Got a time machine to help me undo the past 9 years?" "No, but maybe I can give you what your ex couldn't."

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip when the look of shock on Mingi's face melted into intrigue. You had been watching him for an hour, sitting all alone, nursing his one drink as he toyed with his ring before chucking it into his breast pocket. Thank God he did because you were not about to approach a potentially spoken-for man. It took you a while to get substantial evidence of his status and it wasn't just because you were distracted by his plump ass in those slacks and the matching suit jacket and slightly unbuttoned black dress shirt didn't help your case.

"Little girl, I think I'm a bit too... Far for your reach," Mingi pointed out, raising an eyebrow at you as he wasn't sure that you knew what you were offering him. Mirroring him, you raised your eyebrow and shifted so that you faced him fully as you raised one leg and cross it over the other, successfully inviting Mingi to get a glimpse of more skin. "You don't know me or what I can do, sir," you smirked challengingly, now openly inviting him to poke you further.

You were delighted when you saw Mingi's jaw clench and throat bob after you called him sir. It was proof to you that Mingi had some sort of inclination of being in control and his little confession about not getting what he wanted from his ex-wife might be a glimpse of the kind of fun you could get from him. So without hesitation, you decided that you were going home with him.

Surprisingly, Mingi responded positively by leaning in to cup your chin and pull you close, just a wispy breath away from having your lips meet and you so desperately wanted to taste his because they just looked so damn juicy and plump. "You don't want to know all the things I've been deprived of... Baby." Your eyes darken and your legs crossed tighter to suppress the sudden arousal washing over your core, excited at the confirmation that Mingi was playing into your games just as you had wanted. All you needed to do was lock this down. So you let your hand lay on his thigh, squeezing it suggestively and enjoying the feeling of his muscle tensing underneath you each time your hand slid closer to his crotch to the point that your nail was scratching the inner side of his thigh just right. Despite being physically affected by you, Mingi still maintained eye-contact, daring you to poke his button just right.

"Yes, I do... Daddy."

In the blink of an eye, Mingi smashed his lips on you and all of the oxygen was knocked out of your lungs in one go. His lips were soft but the way he used them was rough yet calculated. You could taste the smoky whiskey on his tongue as he slipped it inside your mouth. Little did you know, he too, was enjoying the way you tasted. Your lip gloss had a sweetness to it that made him wonder if you're the type to plan things or if it was just a happy coincidence. He also took note of how you allowed him to lead you and the more he asserted himself onto you with every nibble of his lip and every caress of his tongue, showing that you're more on the submissive side and he likes it. A lot. The more you felt pleasure, the more you pleasured him back as evidenced by your hand rubbing against his raging boner.

Mingi smirked at the way you whimpered when he finally pulled away from you to slap a couple bills on the counter before he got off the stool, pulling you along with him. You wobbled slightly but Mingi immediately pulled you flush on his chest and despite having just made out with him, you found the gesture very hot. "Wanna go see if you can keep up with the list of things I missed out on?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Mingi must be some kind of a business owner because no way he would have had a rather impressive office where you found yourself in. Well, on top of him on his couch, grinding your panty-less core against his thigh with your top down, allowing the older man to ogle at your tits as you tried to make yourself cum.

"Is that the best you can do?" Mingi taunted, circling his crystal glass which produced a tinkling sound from the ice in the drink he poured as soon as you reached his home. "Daddy, I want you to touch me," you whined but your hip was still relentlessly moving after making a big deal of how his thighs were so strong and you wanted to sit on them like a throne. So instead of just sitting, Mingi told you to make yourself useful and prep your pussy without his help and he wanted you to do it by riding his thigh. His thick, glorious thigh. "Don't you want to touch me, daddy?" you teased, cupping your boobs and tweaking your own nipples whilst throwing your head back, making a show out of it just to get Mingi to touch you. Sure, Mingi was intrigued, but he knew damn well that he was holding the reigns and he had to hold himself back from jumping at the opportunity to completely ravish you too soon. "I do, baby, but you're being a brat right now and refusing to listen to me. Had I wanted that, I would've stayed with my ex-wife." Your head snapped back up at the mention of his ex-wife and you glared at his smug smirking face, "You have me half naked on your lap and you still mentioned your ex-wife?" you gathered your skirt in your hand, exposing your cunt to Mingi's eyes and slowed your pace to a prolonged drag that left long, dark stain courtesy of your arousal.

Finding your petulance adorable, Mingi chuckled and pulled you in for a searing kiss with one hand cupping your chin and the other slapping you on the ass as if telling you to speed up your movement. "You're an adorable little doll and I'm gonna break you," he muttered against your lips before you could reply to him, Mingi tugged your hair back as he casually took a sip from his drink. The action made you yelp and Mingi swiftly leaned over and spit the drink into your mouth and clamped your jaw shut. "Swallow," he commanded and as you came down from being surprised, you stared into Mingi's eyes. At first, you only stared at him, feigning defiance just for fun and Mingi found that both intriguing and annoying. His grip moved to tightly grasp your jaw and he growled, "Swallow. It." He demanded in a stern voice that made your panties more damp as your cunt clench, leaving you unable to do anything more than whine and swallow the burning liquid. Mingi found you very mesmerizing even on an act as simple as you taking heed of his words. The stray spit and alcohol that trickled from the corners of your lips enhanced the glimmer of your smudged lipstick and lipgloss combo, turning Mingi on with how effortlessly sultry you looked. He was down and he was down bad. He wasn't even sure if he was down because Once the liquid was no longer there, you rolled out your tongue to proudly show your obedience and Mingi let out a shuddered breath seeing you just blindly following his orders like the good puppet you are.

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me."

In a flash, Mingi flipped you both around so that you were trapped underneath him with your head strategically on the armrest. The elevation allowed you to watch as Mingi dragged a hand down your body as if you were a work of art. "All this time... I was missing a lot all this time, that bitch took nine years out of me and gave me nothing," Mingi shuddered both in anger and in arousal. The contrasting thoughts between being so angry at his former partner and the excitement of being rewarded by being able to ravish you felt like waves crashing inside him. It was thrilling. It was exciting. It got his adrenaline pumping and God, he felt alive. "Poor baby," you purred all the while slowly popping the buttons of his dress shirt off to reveal the soft skin underneath, "You're so frustrated, It's a good thing I'm here now huh?"

You swung your leg up and used the tip of your toe to tilt Mingi's chin upwards maintaining a somewhat neutral expression but the twinkle in your eyes indicated clear intrigue. "Tell me all the things you want to do. What do you want most?" the question made Mingi roll his eyes back and he grabbed your leg by your ankle. "You nasty slut, you want to have an older cock so bad you're enticing me with empty promises, huh?" He mumbled against the skin of your leg, trailing his lips down from the heel and lower to your calf as his body followed down until he eventually stopped at the mid-section of your inner thigh. You helped him by flipping your skirt up, exposing your cunt wholly to him and slotting the leg you lifted on his shoulder, "Empty promises? I want to give you whatever you want daddy, and in order for me to be able to do that, I need to know what it is."

Thinking that he had nothing to lose anyway, Mingi smirked and decided to test you. "I want a baby," he stated, "I want to put my baby in you," he said oh so casually as if he hadn't had his fingers poking and prodding your cunt like they just belonged there. Truthfully speaking, Mingi was expecting you to push him off and ran away screaming because what kind of a hookup just casually dropped a bomb as big as he did?

But it seemed like Mingi's luck was turning around for the better because you replied by reaching forward to free his cock from his pants, trying as best as you could to suppress the surprise at Mingi's size (but failing as evidenced by the way your eyes bulged slightly and your tongue peeking out to lick your bottom lip in hunger) before you leaned back and opened your legs widely as an invitation for him. "Then do it, fuck me so hard and dumb and deep that I'd have no other choice but to have your baby," you smiled up at him. Mingi could only stare at you in shock initially, not really knowing what you meant until you whined and pulled him closer using the leg that was hooked on his shoulder. "Daddy, don't make me wait too long. Come on, put a baby in me!" you pleaded, cunt throbbing with eagerness to feel Mingi's cock stretching you now that you already caught a glimpse.

The shock melted away from Mingi's face and even as he was guiding his cock to your core, he was still carefully watching your face, not wanting to waste any twitch or shift in your face from feeling him but also he was trying to be careful in case you showed him any indication of regret or if you changed your mind. But the way you whined and rolled your hips so your wet cunt could meet his cock more gave him the green light.

"You dirty slut," Mingi grunted before he shoved his length inside you in one fluid movement. The accumulating arousal from you riding his thigh provided proper lubrication but his sheer size was not something you're used to so your body tensed up at the impact. "F-fuck, daddy, y-you-" "Am I tearing you apart, baby? Are you being split into two on daddy's fat cock?" he asked in faux worry that was just him being condescending towards you. But you don't care, you found it hot even when he talked down to you as if you were nothing but his plaything. "Yes, yes, daddy, I'm being split open on your cock but I love it! I love it so much!" you moaned, hands clawing at his skin, causing red streaks to appear from the pressure of your nails, "Fuck, I want more!"

With that, Mingi pushed your legs up by your thighs, exposing more of your lower half to him. "Be daddy's good girl and hold these open, I wanna see your pussy taking my cock raw," he hissed, eyes zeroing on the way your puffy lips split open to accommodate his size. Carefully, as if assessing a great piece of art, Mingi watched attentively The view almost brought tears to his eyes but he channeled the somewhat endearing moment into fucking you stupid into the mattress.

Each drag of Mingi's cock felt like fire against your inner walls. Although there was a slight discomfort with each movement, the added pleasure of being filled like you had never before made you addicted.

If you thought you were enjoying yourself, Mingi was very close to combusting and he was trying his best to not cum too soon as he didn't wanna be branded as the geezer who came too early. But he couldn't help it, not with the way both his ego and his cock were stroked. It was as if you were made for him and he felt that the moment he entered your sopping cunt. So Mingi shifted his focus to you instead, working to get you to cum first.

"Come on baby, cum for daddy. I need you to cum first so you'd be ripe and open for me to fill you up," Mingi huffed, pressing his pointy nose against the junction of your neck that sent tingles down your spine, "We need to do our best to make sure that you'd be good and pregnant, right?" The weight of his words caused your head to spin as the thought of him filling you full for his own pleasure filled your mind. "Yes, yes daddy, make me cum please," you whined into his ears, your body reacting almost automatically by rolling your hips against his own to match his speed and desire. Mingi growled hungrily and his pace quickened significantly as the impact got harder. You were sure that after this your ass would be different shades of red and blue but you couldn't care less. Especially if Mingi wanted to do more rounds with you, you'd gladly wear the bruises like a badge of honor.

"Fuck, you're so hot like this, you're so hot when you're willing and submissive for me," Mingi grunted, even verging on whining into your ears because you just felt so good to him but he held firm, "Are you close, baby? Are you cumming soon?" Lucky for him, you nodded hurriedly, confirming that you were close. Your brain had been marinating in the dizzying arousal that it was embarrassingly quick for you to nearly reach your climax in a rather short time. However, your response was deemed lacking to Mingi who wanted to hear a verbal response from you. Mingi was quick to slap you hard on your left tit as a punishment, feeling the need to chastise you for simplifying your response.

The words died on Mingi's tongue and his hips sharply halted to a stop when he saw you yelp and shudder before coming completely undone underneath him, writhing pathetically as your nails grazed his skin, leaving red streaks for Mingi to show off for days on end. His eyes darken when he saw tears pooled in your own eyes before dropping, creating the illusion of your eyes sparkling which served a rather complex combination of innocence and sinful. "M-M- Daddy," you whimpered in almost a hushed tone, barely comprehensible but to Mingi the sound was thunderous in Mingi's ears, ringing, because his baby girl needed him. His baby girl wanted him. His baby girl who's willing to give him anything he could ask for was longing for him. So who is he to deny you?

Seeing you in such a vulnerable state seemed to unlock something primal in Mingi because while you were reeling down from your orgasm, Mingi was instead put into some sort of a trance. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, slightly hoping that he could taste your sweetness in the air, and his hips restarted with a pace so hard and quick, for a moment you forgot that Mingi was a human.

The pleasure from your orgasm tripled with the additional friction continuously given by Mingi whose head was flooded with the thought of truly possibly getting you pregnant from this first time. Not that he was planning on only fucking you once, not after he felt how good you made him feel both emotionally and physically. He was planning to pamper you to death and maybe that was the sexually frustrated side in him but he didn't care, he didn't care how crazy he was because you were the one who made him crazy.

The sound of hips snapping together in a rhythm accompanied by your drunk-like moans sounded like a symphony in Mingi's ears. "F-fuck baby, I'm gonna fill you up now," Mingi grunted, his eyes closing and his forehead dropping to your shoulder, "I'm gonna fill you up with my seed to the brim and you're gonna be a good girl and keep it all in so my baby can grow safely inside of you, okay?" He whispered so intimately against your shoulder that both your lips and cunt wept. You wouldn't be surprised if there was a pool underneath you after you were done and you won't hesitate to ask for more. "Cum, daddy. Cum inside me. Fill me up so hard and full like you promised me!" You whined, your hands snaking around his shoulders to hold tight as the overstimulation caused a tingling pain that made your toes curl while Mingi was getting such a high from his ego being fed.

"Fuck, baby girl, this is it, I'm gonna put my baby in you!" Mingi grunted and thrusted, once, twice, thrice, before his hips stuttered and you felt a gush of warmth spilling deep inside your cunt. The physical feeling of being filled up made your eyes roll into your head and the realization of what just happened made you blush as if you weren't whoring for his cock not 10 minutes ago.

As Mingi slowly came down from his high, his mind cleared up and he was able to pepper kisses from your shoulders, up your neck, along your jawline, and then gently all over your face. The contrast of the sweetness of the older man and the nasty act you both just did made you suddenly turn all giggly and shy. "Aww, come on, are you trying to get away from me?" Mingi smirked, trying to chase another kiss from your lips but you kept dodging him, "That's pretty absurd considering I still have my cock inside of you, plugging you full." Your eyes widened at the vulgarity of his chosen words and you couldn't help but smack him on the shoulder but fail to hold back a giggle, "Don't say it like that!" "Like what? Like the way it is?" Mingi teased, pushing himself up to trail a finger on your stomach which made your breath hitch and your muscle to tense, "I need to make sure you really do get pregnant so you can give me my baby just like I wanted," his voice trailed as his fingers drew patterns on your skin almost lovingly and the nonsensical side of you wanted to believe that he was showing his affection to you. You figured that there was only one way to find out.

Without missing a beat, you took his finger that was tracing your skin into your mouth and start licking around as if it was a lollipop, effectively causing Mingi's attention to shift to your face and his cock to twitch inside you. "Who said we're only gonna try this once, daddy? You're gonna fuck me as much as you like until I'm good and pregnant."

The smirk that bloomed on Mingi's face was devilish and almost menacing, showing his genuine intention to get wamhat he wanted.

"I hope you'd never ask. I'm gonna fuck you all night long and you're gonna be a good girl and take it all with no complaint."

As if you'd say no.

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[seventeensmaus]

you // a mingyu smau

synopsis: yn is best friends with mingyu’s twin sister aera. she’s never met him until one day they plan a camping trip with their friends and mingyu comes along…

genre: smau, comedy, fluff, angst

warnings: language, inappropriate talk

pairings: mingyu x female! reader

start date: July 9, 2024

end date: ???

masterlist:

info

yn + friends

mingyu + friends

vacation

they’re in a fight

pretty princess

don’t worry about it

i hate it here

lost keys

safe flight

cute mad face

aera?

hot

thanks dummy

ice cream

gentleman

marriage contract

made it

free day

movie night

wakey wakey

walk

might what?

forgotten

meeting📱✏️

sad roommate

road trip

the question

date night

ignoring me

explanation📱✏️

you - epilogue

the end

This is a continuation of back to you. You don’t have to read it, but it might help you understand the characters more if you do. ⬇️

back to you // a wonwoo smau

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[atinyslittleworld]

Size doesn’t matter

mingi x f!reader ft. ateez

Summary: Mingi’s tiny girlfriend drives expertly his massive SUV, saving Ateez from a chaotic road trip, proving that size doesn’t matter in driving

Word Count: 753

Genre: humour

Warnings: none

Mingi, the tallest and most confident member of ATEEZ, was proud of his massive SUV. It was as grand and imposing as he was. However, his driving skills were... not exactly up to par. His girlfriend, Y/N, though petite, had an uncanny talent for driving the beast of a vehicle with grace and precision.

One sunny afternoon, Mingi decided to take his girlfriend and bandmates—Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Wooyoung, and Jongho—on a road trip to the beach. The plan was simple: get there, have fun, and return before sunset. Little did they know, this trip would become an adventure of epic proportions.

As they piled into the SUV, Mingi took the driver’s seat with an air of confidence. Seonghwa claimed the passenger seat, while the rest of the bandmates squeezed into the back. Due to the limited space, they ended up sitting on top of each other, like a human game of Tetris.

"Alright, everyone, buckle up. This is going to be a smooth ride," Mingi declared, starting the engine with an overly enthusiastic grin.

Barely five minutes into the journey, Mingi took a wrong turn, steering them onto a narrow, winding road that seemed to shrink with every passing minute. The SUV lurched and bounced, causing everyone in the back to clutch at whatever they could for support.

"Uh, Mingi, are you sure we’re going the right way?" Seonghwa asked, gripping the door handle tightly.

"Of course! I have a great sense of direction," Mingi replied, though the beads of sweat on his forehead told a different story.

After what felt like an eternity of bouncing along the wrong road, they finally found a spot wide enough to turn around. Mingi attempted a three-point turn, but the SUV seemed to have a mind of its own. He was either too close to the ditch on one side or scraping the bushes on the other.

Y/N, squeezed between San and Wooyoung, finally spoke up. "Mingi, maybe I should drive?"

The car fell silent. The bandmates exchanged glances, and San let out a barely contained snicker.

"Really, babe? I can handle this," Mingi insisted, looking less certain with each failed attempt to turn the SUV.

Y/N gave him a reassuring smile. "Trust me, I’ve got this."

With no other options in sight, Mingi reluctantly agreed. Now came the challenge of getting Y/N to the front seat. Practically wedged in the back, she had to climb off San’s lap, then over Wooyoung, who yelped as she accidentally elbowed him in the ribs.

"Watch it, Y/N!" Wooyoung whined playfully, while San tried to help her maintain balance.

Finally, Y/N managed to extract herself from the human puzzle, clambering over Yunho’s long legs and squeezing past Jongho to reach the front. Seonghwa unbuckled and slid out, letting Y/N take the driver’s seat.

Adjusting the mirrors and scooting the seat forward to accommodate her petite frame, Y/N took the wheel. With a gentle but firm touch, she maneuvered the SUV with a precision that left everyone, including Mingi, in awe. In no time, she had them back on the main road.

The rest of the drive was smooth and uneventful. Y/N expertly navigated the twists and turns, handled the traffic, and even managed to parallel park the beast of a vehicle at the beach, earning a round of applause from the bandmates.

"You know, Mingi, I think Y/N should be our official driver from now on," Wooyoung joked, patting Mingi on the back.

Mingi chuckled, a bit sheepishly. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I guess size doesn’t matter when it comes to driving."

Jongho, always the practical one, chimed in. "At least now we know we can get to our destinations safely and without detours!"

As they enjoyed their day at the beach, Mingi couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride for his girlfriend. Sure, he might be the one with the impressive height and stage presence, but Y/N had shown everyone that true skill and capability came in all sizes.

On the way back, Mingi didn’t even protest when Y/N took the wheel again. Instead, he relaxed in the passenger seat, enjoying the smooth ride and the laughter of his bandmates filling the car. It was a lesson in humility, teamwork, and the surprising strengths hidden in the most unexpected places.

And so, the legend of Y/N, the tiny SUV master, became a favorite tale among ATEEZ, always good for a laugh and a reminder that sometimes, the best driver isn’t the one you’d expect.

[tainsan]

misfits VII

⇥ pairing: ot8 ateez x fem! reader

⇥ warnings: anxiety, swearing, shit gets revealed :O

⇥ word count: 7.5k

⇥ a/n: this is a crazy chapter buckle up your seatbelts, pookies.

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--- THIS IS AN 18+ FANFICTION MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ---

“I’ve actually never been to a furniture store before,” you admit, smiling towards Yunho who is driving the car towards your destination. 

When you emerged from your bedroom earlier, you could almost feel the tension in the air, you attempted to go back into your room, yet Jongho saw you and beckoned you over. Just like that, they all dispersed, going their own separate ways. You tried to read the room, seeing as they all seemed to have heavy hearts and sorrowful looks plastered on their features. Yet, they disappeared far too quickly for you to read further or even get a question out, leaving Hongjoong and Yunho in the kitchen. You were amiably surprised when Yunho said he was tagging along, claiming he needed a new set of drawers.

“We have been way too many times,” Yunho admits, his eyes not leaving the road.

“When we first moved to the house there was no furniture at all, so we had to go out and get it all. Plus, we only have one car, so many trips were necessary.” Hongjoong adds, sitting in the back seat, looking at you through the rear-view mirror.

Turning backwards to look at him, you have a baffled look on your expression, causing Hongjoong to give you a questioning stare.

“You know you can deliver the furniture, right?” You ask him, wondering if he actually didn’t know that the company delivers, to make things easier for the customers.

“I know that silly.” Hongjoong pokes your forehead softly with his index finger, “It takes two to three days to deliver, we didn’t want to sleep on the floor for three days.” He explains, an amused grin covering his features.

“Plus, we got to see it looked like, beds sofas and stuff. It was nice to try it out before buying it.” Yunho adds on, informing you further why they didn’t order what they needed online.

Realising their point, you recline back into your chair, feeling slightly bashful that you were wrong about something so confidently.

Glancing to your left, your gaze naturally falls upon Yunho, He is wearing a white button-up shirt tucked in light-washed denim pants. It’s such a simple outfit yet for some reason he just looks so good. He has his sleeves pulled up, revealing the tantalizing glimpse of his strong forearms, tense and defined. Tracing your gaze down his arms all the way to his hands, your mind gets even wilder as you notice the silver rings adorning his long slender fingers, veins flowing from his hands and up his strong arms. The sunlight cascades through the window, casting a warm glow upon his features, accentuating the chiselled lines of his jaw and the gentle curve of his lips. Your eyes scan the contours of his face, captivated by the subtle play of shadows and the spark of determination that shines in his eyes as he steers the vehicle.

A rush of warmth floods your chest, causing your heart to flutter as you realize that your feelings for Yunho may extend beyond friendship. At this moment, every feature seems to come alive, every detail etched in your mind. You can't help but be drawn to the confident yet gentle way he holds the steering wheel, and the subtle movements of his hands as they navigate the road ahead. There's an undeniable magnetism about him, an intoxicating blend of strength and tenderness that stirs something deep within you.

You catch yourself stealing glances, unable to tear your eyes away, as if you are glimpsing at a masterpiece that the world is yet to fully appreciate.

Attempting to calm your beating heart and mute the heat covering your cheeks, you take a deep, silent breath. It’s when you look up into the rear-view mirror and notice Hongjoong’s sharp, sultry eyes already staring deep into your eyes, the sudden eye contact making you feel weak at the knees, and you are suddenly thankful that you are sitting down, knowing you would have likely fallen over otherwise. Hongjoong is staring back at you with mischievous eyes and a playful smirk dancing on his lips. In that fleeting moment, his actions become laden with a teasing flirtatiousness that catches you off guard, sending a jolt of excitement through your veins. He smirks at you, accompanied by a subtle raise of his eyebrow, and playfully runs a hand through his hair. The air inside the car crackles with a newfound tension, and a rush of warmth flushes to your cheeks as you become flustered by his unexpected display. The flicker of attraction between you becomes palpable in this shared moment of connection.

Holding the stare with Hongjoong, you observe as he leans back in the seat he is residing in, his legs relaxing slightly as his body relaxes against the back of the leather chair, bringing his arms up to cross over his chest, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. The smirk is still on his features, and you just know it’s there because he saw you checking out his friend. However, wanting the attention on him, Hongjoong spreads his legs a little further, cocking an eyebrow in your direction he teases you gently, almost as if he is asking, ‘Like what you see?’ 

You hate the way his small actions have such a large impact on you, suddenly realising that you are in a car with truly gorgeous men. Amidst the hustle and bustle of your own world in recent times, you suddenly find yourself grappling with the realization that you haven't truly taken the time to appreciate just how exceptionally good-looking each member of Ateez is. A wave of awe washes over you as you stand in their presence, feeling remarkably small and insignificant, wondering how on earth you could ever be fortunate enough to be in their company. The sheer handsomeness of each member seems to magnify with every beat of your racing heart, leaving you helplessly captivated.

It's as though a curtain has been lifted, allowing you to truly see and appreciate their stunning features. The realization dawns on you that you had only scratched the surface of their attractiveness until now. The more you've gotten to know them, the more their genuine sweetness and caring nature have illuminated their physical appeal. It's as if their inner beauty has enhanced their external allure, rendering them even more striking and enchanting.

Even Yunho, who perhaps hadn't initially caught your eye as much, now seems to possess a charm that surpasses your earlier perception. The subtle nuances in his expressions, the way his eyes sparkle with mischief or soften with empathy, all contribute to an undeniable attraction that you hadn't fully recognized before. As you find yourself drawn to his presence, you can't help but acknowledge the growing appreciation you hold for his unique and appealing attractiveness.

Lost in this newfound realization, you contemplate how lucky you are to have crossed paths with these remarkable individuals. The depth of their beauty, both inside and out, fills you with a profound sense of gratitude and wonder.

In the past few days, a heightened awareness of your roommates has settled within you, penetrating your thoughts and emotions in complicated ways. Each interaction now leaves a lasting impression on your mind, causing your cheeks to flush and your heart to flutter. Despite the inner chaos and uncharted territory of these recent feelings, you dare not admit or even contemplate the idea of being attracted to all eight of your roommates.

It has been a slow process, this changing perspective that has even redefined your perception of Yunho. That fateful night spent together, retrieving your moisturizer, somehow acted as a spark, unveiling a side of him that you had never fully recognized before. In the aftermath of that unexpected encounter, Yunho's sweetness towards you has only intensified, further clouding your thoughts, and stirring unfamiliar emotions. And it's not just him; all your roommates have shown remarkable kindness towards you, further complicating your feelings.

In the depths of your mind, you fight with the realization that it may be wrong to feel your roommates as something more than friends. You understand that their actions are simply from their naturally kind-hearted nature, not from any romantic intention. Yet, despite this rational understanding, you find it challenging to control the growing attraction you feel towards them. After all, it is only human to be drawn to people who exhibit such genuine warmth and charm.

However, the situation becomes more complex when you consider the details of your daily life. These are the people you see day in and day out, your cohabitants in the place you call home. The very fact that there are eight of them amplifies the difficulty of your feelings. How could you possibly navigate these uncharted waters, let alone muster the courage to confide in Jisung, knowing that his reaction would likely be one of shock and disbelief?

You reassure yourself that it is not a mere crush that you are experiencing. It's merely an appreciation for the captivating charm that each of your roommates possesses. It's a recognition of their magnetic qualities, their ability to make your heart skip a beat with a simple gesture or genuine smile. That's all it is. It's nothing more than finding them inherently and irresistibly charming. Or so you tell yourself, as you grapple with the swirling complexity of emotions that have taken root within your heart. 

“Earth to ___?” Yunho breaks you from your thoughts by waving his hand in front of your face, when you zone back into reality, Yunho lets out a chuckle, “There you are.” 

As your gaze shifts towards the window, a sudden realization dawns upon you — you find yourself parked in an indoor parking lot, the likely underground expanse hidden from view. Puzzled, you wrack your brain, unable to recall the exact moment when you entered this parking space. A flicker of concern arises within you as you silently hope that your momentary delay of attention while gazing at Hongjoong did not lead to you staring longingly at the man.

Looking back at said man residing in the back seat, you realise he is no longer in the car. 

“Where did Hongjoong go?” You question, climbing out of the car, Yunho also departing the vehicle and closing the door behind him.

“Went to get a parking ticket,” Yunho explains, pondering what you were so intensely thinking about for the past few minutes. 

Realization prompts a nod from you, and you carefully shut the car door behind you. Swiftly gathering your belongings from the trunk, you hasten your steps to catch up with Yunho, who is already striding purposefully towards what appears to be the entrance of the expansive store. As you approach, Hongjoong appears near the entrance, his expression adorned with a gentle smile that adds a touch of warmth to the scene. 

“So, what exactly do you need?” Hongjoong questions as the three of you walk towards the large entrance of the store.

“I originally needed a bed, wardrobe, and a desk but luckily for me, I already have that. So, I’m just looking for some decorations for my room, it is a little plain. No offence” You joke, smiling at the man walking next to you, knowing the room used to be his. 

Hongjoong chuckles before answering, “I moved all my stuff from the room into the room upstairs, it looks better than you’d think.” 

“I’ll take your word for it.” 

As you step foot into the furniture shop for the very first time, a spark of excitement dances in your eyes, and a contagious enthusiasm radiates from your every pore. The vast expanse of elegant sofas, beautifully crafted tables, and stylish decor unfolds before you. Weaving through the aisles, your fingers gently brushing against the soft fabrics, eyes tracing the intricate details of each piece. The shop becomes a playground of inspiration, where you start to envision the perfect blend of comfort and style for your own living space.

Yunho and Hongjoong, watch from a distance, unable to tear their gazes away. As they observe you, they can't help but be captivated by your genuine excitement. Their hearts swell with an inexplicable warmth, witnessing the unfiltered joy that illuminates your face. At this moment, they are reminded of what you bring to their lives, and their own feelings for you start intensifying, more than they thought was even possible.

Yunho and Hongjoong, their hearts heavy with the weight of unspoken words, find relief in simply witnessing your happiness. Longing to be the source of that joy, to be the ones who can make you smile with such genuine delight.

As the three of you drift through the shop, your excitement only intensifies, the two men accompanying you exchange glances, a silent understanding passing between them. They share a mutual desire to preserve your pleasure, even if it means tucking away their own desires for now. 

As you walk past the plant section, your attention is immediately grasped by a beautiful bonsai tree. Your gaze fixates on the enchanting tree displayed in the shop, a glint of delight lights up your eyes. Its delicate branches and intricate foliage captivate you. Always having a liking towards bonsai trees, you long to possess this miniature masterpiece, immediately imagining the beauty it would bring to your desk. However, as you glance at the price tag dangling from its pot, a wave of sadness washes over you. The realization that you cannot afford such a cherished treasure weighs heavily on your heart, wishing it wasn’t so expensive. 

“Whatever,” you grumble placing the plant back where you found it, reluctantly walking away. Hongjoong and Yunho notice the sudden change in your demeanour, confusion etching across their faces as they wonder why you don’t simply buy the bonsai that has captured your affection. 

“Why don’t you get it?” Hongjoong questions as he makes his way next to you.

“It’s too expensive,” you grumble, starting to peer at other plants that are more in your price range.

“I’ll get it for you,” Hongjoong casually says as if it’s nothing.

Looking over at the man, you give him an incredulous look, not quite believing he would spend such money on you.

“What? It’s a nice plant it’ll fit your room perfectly.” He continues, slightly amused by the expression on your face. “Has no one ever bought you something nice before?” He says as a joke, yet when he sees the saddened gaze cover your eyes, his smile immediately wipes away.

“Not really.” You respond, slightly embarrassed.

“I’m getting it.” Yunho immediately says, walking back to where you left the tree, Hongjoong hastily joining him in his steps

“Yunho? Hongjoong stop, it’s too expensive.” You exclaim as you follow on their heels.

“___, just let us. You deserve it.” Yunho says, a blush creeping up his neck as he sees the wide eyed, adorable look present on your face.

“What do you mean? Put it back guys.” You desperately attempt to halt them spending their money on you.

“You deserve nice things,” Hongjoong says, looking you in the eyes, “you deserve even more than this,”

“Just let us buy it, please?” Yunho adds.

The confessions of your roommates catch you completely off guard, leaving you in a state of shock and disbelief. Your heart seems to race at an almost impossible speed, thumping loudly in your chest as their words sink in, the sudden surge of emotion causing your cheeks to feel fiery.

Their heartfelt admission has an astonishing effect on you, intensifying the emotions you've been trying to navigate. The mixture of shock and warmth that courses through you in response to their words only serves to strengthen the feelings you hold deep within your heart. It's a moment you hadn't anticipated, yet you know it will leave an indelible mark on your memory.

“Okay, fine.” Is all you manage to say.

——

“So, is that all you need?” Yunho questions, as the three of you reach the end of the store, near the cashiers. Looking down at the basket Hongjoong is holding, it is nearly full to the brim with small decorations you found cute or fitting for your new bedroom.

Smiling up at the tall man, you nod shortly, excited to get home and arrange all the objects around. Yunho chuckles at the childish grin plastered on your face, not exactly understanding why it is that you’re so thrilled. Nonetheless, the beam on your face is far too infectious, and even he has a hard time masking the smile that is twitching at the corners of his lips.

“Okay, I will pay for my things quickly and I’ll meet you by the car?” You ask, beginning to stand in line to pay.

“We will help you carry the things,” Hongjoong replies, not moving from his spot, wanting an excuse to stay with you for as long as he can, never really having the chance when you are home.

“Please, it’s okay. I will meet you there,” you reply, when you see Yunho opening his mouth to retort, you stick your finger at the both of them, “I’m not taking no for an answer.” 

They both chuckle at your adorable antics before unwillingly heading towards the car park, where they will wait for you patiently.

Waving at them as they walk away, you turn your attention back to the line that you are standing in, the basket of ornaments held by your hands. Realizing the line isn’t too big, you feel yourself being relieved, not wanting to make Yunho and Hongjoong wait for too long. 

Approaching the cashier, ready to pay for your items, your anticipation mixes with a sense of accomplishment. With each item scanned and placed in a bag, you relish the satisfaction of transforming your vision into actual pieces for your room. 

Lost in your thoughts, you suddenly feel a jolt as a man dressed in black carelessly bumps into you, causing your grip to loosen. The item you were holding slips from your hand, a momentary panic gripping your heart. Thankfully, it lands on the ground without breaking, but you can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the man's lack of consideration. 

Looking up, you somewhat expect to see him swiftly approaching with an apology, but to your surprise, he continues on his way, heading towards the exit, leaving you with a mix of confusion and lingering irritation. Scoffing, you look back at your items and continue putting them into the bag.

Walking back to the car, you try to remember where exactly the car was parked. You didn’t even know they had a car until this morning, so you still aren’t completely familiar with the model or size of the car, only remembering it is white. Maybe a Ford, maybe a Toyota? You can’t remember. At least you remembered what level of the car park you were at, and that it was next to a green wall. 

Scanning for the green wall, you are delighted when you find it, next to it a white Mercedes. Your guesses were close enough. Happily making your way to it, you are stopped in your tracks when you see the very person who had bumped into you, standing near the car, causing you momentarily stop walking towards the vehicle, knowing hundreds of stories about people being kidnapped next to their cars. When the person notices you, they immediately start strolling towards you, and for some reason, you thought you would be feeling afraid, yet for some reason, the man in front of you looks extremely familiar, way too familiar. It only clicks in your head when the man is about seven feet from you. 

“Danny? What are you doing here?” You question, recognising the man from one of your classes in high school. The suspicion and fright leave your body instantly as you realise who the man is, knowing him as one of the kinder people from your high school. After all the mess had happened, he was one of the only people who still talked to you. He wasn’t particularly one of your friends, but he definitely wasn’t someone you would hate to see again.

“___, I was wondering if that was you.” He exclaims as he reaches you, a smile on his face. 

“How did you even recognise me,” you joke, knowing your looks from a few years ago are drastically different from what they are now.

“I am very good at remembering people’s faces, sorry for bumping into you, I was too busy on my phone,” Danny explains, his hand going up to scratch the back of his neck, a light blush on his cheeks, feeling embarrassed for potentially hurting you.

“Don’t worry about it,” you reply as you start to walk towards the car, not having to worry about being kidnapped anymore. Trying to open the trunk, you’re surprised when it doesn’t budge, and you realise that Yunho and Hongjoong haven’t reached the vehicle yet, making you worry ever so slightly.

“So, what are you doing in this city?” Danny asks, curious as to why you are here.

“I’m actually going to college here at the moment,” You smile, answering his question.

Danny has a shocked look on his face, “that’s crazy. You were always smart, but I never thought you were this smart. Isn’t this city's college super hard to get into?” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment, and yes it was very difficult, but I made it.” You beam at the man, glad that it isn’t awkward to see him again. “What are you doing here by the way?” You question, realising you don’t know the reason for his random appearance.

“Oh, me and my girlfriend are visiting, I have some distant relatives here who she hasn’t met yet. I wanted to come to this shop because my aunt needed some screws for a broken bed,"

"Are you waiting on your girlfriend now?"

"No she hates furniture stores, so I decided to come quickly seeing as she’s busy.”

“I’m happy for you, Danny! How long have you guys been together?” 

“Thank you, ___. Just a little after we graduated high school, she went to the high school near ours.” 

“I see, that’s great!”

“Yeah, i guess so,” Danny says, with a sorrowful smile on his face.

“Kind of? What’s up, having some relationship troubles?” You question, reassuringly placing your hand on his shoulder, letting him know he is able to confide in you.

Danny sighs before answering, “I don’t know, recently she’s been acting strange, a few nights ago when she found out some of my relatives were living here, she demanded to go and meet them. It just doesn’t seem like her, she has never really been interested in meeting my family. Plus, when I woke up today, she wasn’t even in the hotel room, all she left was a note saying she was out doing something important. I don’t know what it means or what’s happening or if she is cheating, but it’s very confusing. I’m so sorry for ranting oh my God.” Danny exclaims, covering his face with his hands, embarrassed for suddenly loading a bunch of information on you, but it’s not like you care at all.

“Don’t worry, I really don’t mind. It sounds like she’s got some things going on in her head, my advice to for you to just sit down with her and ask her. If she’s cheating, it is definitely her loss, trust me.” You reassure the man, offering him a gentle comforting smile. It looks as if he really needed to talk to someone and you can only hope in this moment that his girlfriend isn’t out being unfaithful, knowing how much of a sweetheart Danny is. 

It’s when you hear Hongjoong’s voice that you’re brought back to reality, “Sorry, ___, the ticket machine wasn’t accepting my card for some reason,” Hongjoong appears from your left, Yunho next to him and you are pleased they are back, wanting some much-needed time to sit down after being on your feet for so long. 

“I was wondering where you two were,” you say, looking up at your roommates who have completely stopped and have bewildered looks on their faces, spiking your interest. They don’t look shocked or confused, but fearful and irritated. 

Hongjoong and Yunho were discreetly observing from a distance, their hearts skipping a beat as they notice you engaged in conversation with a random man. Concern flickers in their eyes, a protective instinct taking hold. The gentle furrow of their brows reveals their shared worry, their minds racing with the possibilities of what might be happening. From their place, they cannot hear the words exchanged, leaving them with a sense of uncertainty. Are you in trouble? The tension hangs thick in the air as they remain on high alert as they make their way towards you, almost sprinting. However, when they recognise the man who you are so happily chatting to, their hearts almost stop in their chests. All they can do is act normal and pretend they have no idea who the man is, in hopes that, just like you, he won’t be able to identify them.

“Oh, this is Danny, we used to go to high school together,” you explain, knowing that Yunho and Hongjoong would likely be confused as to why you are nattering with a random stranger. Instantly, Hongjoong and Yunho regain their composure, acting as if they were never taken aback. The change in their behaviour was minuscule, yet you somehow managed to notice it and you hope there is nothing wrong. Just like that, their cold exterior is back up, as if it never left.

“Hi,” Hongjoong says bluntly, not even bothering to look Danny in the eyes, simply walking past him and unlocking the car, opening the trunk, and taking the bag from your hands. Silently thanking him, he looks up at you and gives a brief smile. 

You expect Danny to bid his goodbyes, yet for some reason, he is staring at Yunho and Hongjoong, with a puzzled look on his features. 

“What’s up?” You question, wondering what has Danny’s attention so deeply, it looks as if he is analysing the two of them very thoroughly.

He stays silent for only a few seconds, yet for some reason it feels like an eternity, when he decides to speak it catches you off guard, “Of all the people I was expecting to meet, Kim Hongjoong and Jeong Yunho were definitely not on that list.” Danny’s words are fast, but they feel extremely lengthy, he continues speaking, “Well it does make sense you’re hanging around the group, ___. You were always with Seonghwa.” 

Hongjoong and Yunho feel their breaths catch in their throat, their world feels like it's crashing down on them, unable to carry the weight. They look at you, hoping that you do not understand and brush it off, but they know you well enough to not let it slide.

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking at Yunho and Hongjoong with a confused expression, before glancing back at Danny, “you know them?” You ask him, extremely baffled as to why Danny of all people would know about Ateez, thinking only people in your college would be accustomed to the group.

“Yes? Why do you sound so confused? Everyone thought you guys died.” Danny points his statement towards the two males, who are looking incredibly uncomfortable.

“Let’s go, ___.” Yunho demands, his voice the same tone as how you heard it when you first met, venomous, yet this time it isn’t pointed at you. The two want to, need to get out of here before Danny says anything further, uncovering more information for you.

“Yunho, wait. Danny what are you talking about, what group? How do you know Seonghwa?” you inquire, desperate for answers and fast.

Hongjoong calls your name, his voice desperately wanting you to get in the car and get away from the situation before Danny can answer your questions. Looking, at Hongjoong, you see the desperate look in his eyes, and it confuses you further. Why won’t they let you hear the answer, and why are they so agitated by the man in front of you?

“KQ Fellaz? That group you were always with.” 

Hongjoong and Yunho curse, Hongjoong letting out a loud exhale and Yunho immediately grabbing your arm, softly pulling you towards the vehicle, begging you to get in.

“KQ? What do they have to do with…” Your voice trails off, your mind starts to unconsciously piece together all the parts, the memories, words, actions, everything starting to fit into place, and you suddenly feel incredibly brainless for not doing it earlier. No wonder they all felt so familiar, memories of the few weeks during the final year of high school come flooding back and you rapidly recognise why you were so gravitated to the group you live with now. 

They are KQ Fellaz. Ateez were KQ Fellaz. The outcasted boys you had spent countless days and nights with. It has been almost four years, which explains why they look severely different, but of course, their eyes stayed the same, and that’s exactly why you were drawn into the naturalness of each of their gazes. That explains why the group you have come to know recently, have been so kind, despite their reputation. 

As the truth unravels before you, your world shatters into a million pieces, leaving you feeling utterly betrayed by the eight boys who have seemingly re-entered your life. In the depths of your distress, you suddenly realize that they had known all along. The weight of their deception presses upon your heart, suffocating you with a mix of anger, hurt, and a profound sense of betrayal that resonates to the core of your being.

Memories flood her mind, moments spent together, laughter shared, secrets whispered. The realization that they were aware of the cherished moments while you remained ignorant, cuts through your soul like a knife. The questions multiply, tormenting you with the relentless demand for answers. Why had they chosen to keep this truth from you? What were their motives? And perhaps most agonizingly, how have you been so blind to their hidden knowledge, their shared past?

The emotions burst open, unleashing a torrent of pain and confusion. The sorrow swells within you, an overwhelming wave crashing against your heart. The trust you thought you were building with your roommates, now crumbles beneath your feet. Struggling with a deep sense of disappointment, questioning not only the intentions of your ‘friends’ but also your own ability to determine true friendship.

“I see.” You barely manage to get out. “It was nice to see you, Danny.” The meek smile on your face is clearly forced and Danny feels extremely guilty realising he said information that was unknown to you. All he can do is nod and give you a supportive smile, before heading in his own direction.

Slipping into the car, a wave of discomfort washes over you, prompting you to take a seat in the back, intentionally creating a physical distance between yourself, Yunho, and Hongjoong. As the door slams shut, you hastily retrieve your phone from your back pocket, your fingers typing out a message to Jisung. The urgency in your text is palpable as you request that you can stay at his place tonight, recalling that many of his roommates are currently away.

Outside the car, Hongjoong and Yunho stand frozen, their hearts pounding in their chests like a relentless drumbeat. The weight of the situation presses heavily upon them, and when their eyes meet, within that brief exchange, they can see the storm of emotions raging within each other. It's as if a mirror reflects their own turbulence, a shared understanding of the pain and anguish they both feel.

Taking his place in the passenger seat, Hongjoong turns his gaze back towards you, his expression filled with a mixture of sorrow and desperation. Your hunched form, wounded and distant, tugs at his heartstrings, causing his own heart to plummet to depths he didn't think were possible. Though he has endured his fair share of hardships, the sight of betrayal and resentment etched across your face pierces him in a way he has never experienced before.

Yunho joins Hongjoong in the front of the car, his body swivelling to face you, his eyes filled with an agonizing mixture of remorse and yearning. Hongjoong gently calls out your name, his voice a fragile plea to offer an explanation, to bridge the divide that has grown between you. However, before he can utter a single word, you cut him off, your voice brimming with a mixture of anger and hurt. 

“Drive.” Your voice is the most, hatred filled, venomous and hurt they have ever heard, you don’t even bother to look at them as you speak, afraid if you look in their eyes one more time, you would be destroyed. Inhaling heavily, they both turn around to face the front of the car. Pausing a moment, before deciding they will talk as soon as you get home and give you all the responses you wish to hear.

The car ride home is a stark contrast to the cheerful journey that brought you here earlier. Laughter and light-hearted banter have been replaced by a suffocating silence, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension. The atmosphere inside the car is so thick that it hangs in the air, weighing down on everyone's shoulders like an oppressive burden. Even the most cutting-edge tool would struggle to slice through the palpable tension that fills the vehicle.

In a fleeting moment, your eyes meet Hongjoong's reflection in the rear-view mirror. Within those brief seconds, you catch a glimpse of the profound sorrow and longing that lingers in his gaze. It strikes a chord deep within your heart, causing it to fracture a little more. Unbeknownst to you, Hongjoong's mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, spinning in a storm of overthinking that he has never experienced to this extent before. 

On the left side of the car, Yunho mirrors Hongjoong's internal struggle. His hands tightly grip the steering wheel, his chest constricting with every passing second as if he might collapse from the overwhelming weight of guilt that courses through his veins. He keeps his focus on the road ahead, his jaw clenched, tears welling in his eyes, desperately fighting to regain control over the torrent of emotions that threaten to eat him alive.

As the car pulls into the garage of the once-familiar house, a sense of unease washes over you. The once-welcoming ambience has transformed into something cold, foreign, and unrecognizable. Your chest tightens, and the overwhelming sense of utter disloyalty becomes almost too much to bear. You storm into the house, racing ahead of Hongjoong and Yunho who trail closely behind, their footsteps quick and urgent as they frantically try to reach you before you disappear into the solace of your room. 

“__, please stop. Talk to us.” Hongjoong’s voice is desperate as he tries to persuade you to halt your movements. You aren’t sure if it is luck or misfortune as you make your way to the kitchen and see every one of your roommates sitting around the island, chatting, and eating their lunch. Forgetting it is their free day, you curse internally, feeling tears already prick at your eyes when the everyday faces you look at become distorted, your vision only being able to see the men who left you four years ago.

As they catch sight of you, the men approach with warm smiles, their hearts lifted at your early return. They had been looking forward to chatting and sharing a meal together, eager to enjoy each other's company. However, their joy quickly dissipates as they take in the contorted, disgusted expression etched across your face. In an instant, worry floods their beings, their thoughts immediately drawn to the earlier conversation about Ryu that still lingers in their minds. The atmosphere shifts, tension intertwining with their concern, creating an uncomfortable heaviness in the room.

Seonghwa rises from his chair, his brows furrowing with concern as he strides towards you, a mix of worry and determination carved into his face. He watches as you storm past him, the force of your collision causing him to stagger slightly. A sharp pang shoots through his chest, not just from the physical impact, but also from the emotional weight behind your actions. It feels as though his heart has been squeezed tightly, aching with the pain of seeing you so distraught. 

At the island, the other five men rise from their seats, their eyes following the unfolding scene with a mixture of confusion, alarm, and growing concern. Their gazes shift from you to Yunho and Hongjoong, who swiftly give chase, their expressions reflecting a desperate need to stop you in your tracks and understand what has caused such distress. Seonghwa's initial suspicion that Yunho may have been involved in triggering your reaction dissipates, replaced by a deepening worry for your well-being. 

The room is filled with an air of tension and unease as the members of the group stand, their bodies poised in a mixture of anticipation and confusion. Each of them yearns to uncover the hidden emotions behind your furious actions, their senses heightened as they try to decipher the commotion that has enveloped the room. 

“__, stop, now.” Hongjoong’s voice booms around the kitchen, echoing with authority and you once again, realise why he is the leader of the group.

Coming to a sudden stop, you pivot on your heels, your body facing the kitchen once more. A fusion of determination and vulnerability flickers in your eyes as you lock gazes with the eight men in the room. Their varied expressions mix puzzlement, concern, and a tinge of guilt. 

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle upon your shoulders. This is the opportunity to confront them all, to lay bare the swirling emotions and shattered trust that now consumes your heart. These were the friends you once believed in with unwavering loyalty, the ones you thought you could confide in and rely on with your whole being. It's a bittersweet realization, knowing that the ones you held closest have become the source of your pain and confusion. Yet, you cannot turn away from the truth. You need to face the situation head-on and seek the answers and resolution you so desperately need. 

“No, Hongjoong, why don’t you stop.” Your voice matches his tone and for a second you can see him flinch at the harshness of your expression, never having heard or seen you this serious or mad before, your voice never having reached above a shout before. Looking around at the men who all have dreading expressions plastered on their faces, you feel even more angry at how they could hide something so large, so personal, so utterly heartbreaking from you. 

“When were you planning on telling me?” you speak again, the anger evident in your voice, yet by the way the tears are forming in your eyes, they can tell you aren’t just mad, but betrayed. The tone in your voice is broken and hurt.

“We were going to tell you,” Yunho explains, his voice quiet, feeling incredibly guilty that the way you had to find out was through someone else, not them.

“I’m sorry what is happening?” Jongho inquires, asking the question that all five of the men who were previously sat down, were wanting to ask. Yet, for some reason they have a good guess at what the answer might be, dread filling their hearts, causing an impending sense of doom to fill their gut. Silence falls upon the room, the tension thickening as each second passes that you don’t answer. 

“Answer.” You say, your voice gentle, prompting either Hongjoong or Yunho to reply, explaining what dreadful occurrence has just happened. When neither of them speaks, only looking at you with begging eyes, you raise your voice once again, “Answer it.” You yell, causing all eight men to recoil.

Yunho decides to speak, looking towards his friends who are extremely on edge, dreading the words coming from his shaking lips, “We ran into someone…” 

Yeosang slams his hand onto the island, rage encasing his entire being. Thinking it was Ryu they ran into, his heart stops in his chest and he sees red. 

“It was Danny,” Hongjoong says instantly, recognising why everyone suddenly tensed up even further.

“What else? Hongjoong.” You spit, the emotions of fury overwhelming all the others.

The way you boom his name pierces through his heart, his breath catching in his throat, tears almost threatening to fall from his eyes, his beautiful eyes. Fuck.

“He recognised us.” This is all Hongjoong says before the tears fall freely from his eyes, the sight breaking you in half, muting your anger slightly, it being replaced by all the desolation and gloom you have in your body. 

As the weight of the truth settles in the room, a collective realization sweeps through the eight men. Their expressions shift, revealing a mixture of guilt, anguish, and remorse. The air becomes thick with tension as San and Mingi, overcome with their own instability, resort to desperate gestures; running their hands agitatedly through their dishevelled hair, unable to meet your gaze. Jongho, his face hidden behind trembling hands, struggles to process the gravity of the situation, his breaths coming in deep and uneven. Yeosang averts his eyes, unable to witness the devastating impact of your shattered trust, tears brimming in his own. 

However, amidst the chaos, Seonghwa remains fixated on you, his gaze unyielding despite the cracks forming in his own heart. As your eyes meet him, a flood of memories rushes back to you, an overwhelming explosion of anguish and despair from the darkest night of your life. It dawns on you with a haunting clarity that he must have been the one you encountered on that rooftop, the boy whose vulnerability and brokenness mirrored your own. The weight of that realization hits you with an intensity that sends waves of anxiety coursing through your body, a painful reminder of the shared pain and scars etched deep within your souls.

As the weight of the truth crashes down upon you, your body trembles uncontrollably, the ground beneath your feet becoming unsteady. Your legs give way, collapsing beneath you, and you crumple to the floor in a heap of despair. Sobs wrack your body, each one an emotional release of the pain and agony that fills your shattered heart. Your mind becomes a swirling vortex of torment, entangled with thoughts that are both haunting and devastating—a torment that incorporates the present, the past, and an uncertain future.

In an instant, Seonghwa and Yunho rush to your side, their presence a lifeline in the midst of your despair. They kneel down beside you, their arms reaching out to provide comfort and support, their faces etched with concern and helplessness. The remaining members of the group converge around you. Their eyes are filled with a mixture of compassion and desperation, yearning to alleviate your pain, to ease the torment that grips your mind. Together, they form a protective circle around you, their collective presence a symbol of unwavering support. 

“Don’t touch me, get the fuck away from me.” You almost scream, feeling their hands on your arms, their bodies close to you, the words crushing their hearts. Needing to get as far away from here as possible, you attempt to stand, but your legs give up again, the panic getting too much for you to handle. 

“­Tiny, let us help.” Yunho’s voice is the softest you have ever heard, making you break even more.

“Don’t you dare call me that? I trusted you most, Yunho.” Your voice is raw and hoarse, the emotions spilling through, the sound of your feelings pinching the hearts of the men around you. 

With Seonghwa's gentle assistance, you manage to regain your footing, though you push him away immediately, needing a moment of independence amidst the whirlwind of emotions. The room falls into an eerie stillness, the air heavy with anticipation, as the gaze of eight pairs of eyes remains fixed upon you. Their hearts pound in their chests, bracing themselves for the impact of your words, fearing the repercussions of what you might reveal next. 

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you steady yourself, mustering the strength to voice the thoughts that have haunted your mind for years. The weight of your words hangs palpably in the air, a thick fog of vulnerability and revelation enveloping the room. Each member of the group feels their heart clench in anticipation, their breathing hitching as they prepare themselves for the final straw, the crushing blow to their already battered souls. 

And then, the words spill forth from your trembling lips, carrying with them the raw essence of your pain, your betrayal, and your deepest fears. The room becomes a tempest of emotions, a storm unleashed by your words. Shock, disbelief, and anguish etch themselves onto the faces of the eight men, their expressions frozen in a tableau of shattered trust and shattered dreams. The impact of your confession reverberates through the room, each word a dagger that pierces their hearts with unrelenting force.

“They told me you died; I spent months convincing myself it wasn’t true.”

Yunho's voice quivers with desperation as he urgently calls out your name, the cracks in his tone baring the weight of his emotions that rock on the edge of spilling forth in a stream of tears. The eight men surrounding you, bound by an overwhelming bond, collectively hold their breaths, their very souls entwined in this dreadful moment. Each of them, their hearts heavy with empathy and love, feels their spirits fracture at the mere thought of you bearing the burden of their deaths with no one to fall to.

In the gloomy silence that follows, a distressing realization hangs in the air, intertwining the threads of their unbreakable connection. It is a bittersweet recognition that while their lives are intrinsically entangled with yours, they are also painfully aware of the toll it takes on your spirit. Their hearts ache, fuelled by a profound sense of protectiveness and a desperate desire to shield you from any pain or hardship that may lie ahead. 

“I needed you, all of you.”

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[mint-yooxgi]

Gunsmoke & Leather Prologue

Biker!AU - Part of the Gunsmoke & Leather Collab - With @kpop-stories-21 @anyamaris @pyeonghongrie @sanjoongie

@nebulousbrainsoup @stardragongalaxy and @yoonguurt

Genre: Mature, Angst, Fluff, Humour, Non-idol!AU

Pairing: Ateez X Reader - Prologue in Third Person, individual parts to follow

Words: 1,480

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Allusion to kidnapping and supernatural occurrences. Mature themes.

A/n: *Insert laughing lizard gif here* As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Summary: Eight online friends meet in person for the first time and plan to have a wild weekend. However, things quickly go awry when they are kidnapped by a notorious biker gang. Hilarity, misadventures, and perhaps even feelings ensue.

Stars twinkle in the night sky above, the light of the full moon illuminating the pavement as an old microbus makes its was through the city. Peals of laughter can be heard from within, a chorus of eight voices shouting along to lyrics they all know by heart. Every so often, a streetlamp provides insight to wide smiles stretched across bright faces, most dancing in their seats or shaking their other friends lightly in excitement.

This trip was meticulously planned. Simply getting everyone’s schedules to line up was a pain, but as luck would have it, an opening seemed to appear for them all. Furious calls were made and messages sent to arrange the perfect getaway for these eight friends, excitement lingering in every voice to finally be able to spend some time with each other.

What better way to spend some quality time with friends than on a road trip?

Thus, a microbus was rented, bags were packed, and the meeting point was set. All that is left to do is make it to their hotel for the night, and pick right back up where they left off tomorrow.

“I still can’t believe you convinced that guy in the chicken costume to take a picture with us.” A large grin stretches across Elara’s features as all heads turn to look at Aurora.

“And it made for a good memory!” She beams, pulling out her phone to begin swiping through the photos. “Look how happy we all are!”

“The photos did come out really nice.” Larissa hums, reaching forward to grab Aurora’s phone.

“Look at our faces!” Nix cackles, swiping the phone and zooming in on the picture. “Caly and Aries are giving the chicken man the worst side eye imaginable.” 

“Any man who says ‘let’s cock-a-doodle-doo this’ deserves to get the side eyes of death.” Aries replies bluntly, leaning back in his seat to get more comfortable.

“Fair enough,” Rhea laughs, patting the taller male on his shoulder. “What’s your reasoning Caly?”

All heads turn to the woman in the driver’s seat who has been quiet this whole time. A slight frown mars her brows, eyes flicking between the dashboard and the road ahead.

“Caly?” Eris tilts her head in concern, noting how her friend’s lips purse in worry. “What’s wrong?”

A few glances are shared around the vehicle, each friend sitting forward in anticipation.

“Calypso?” Aurora leans forward in the passenger seat, making sure her face is in view of her friend’s peripheral.

“Sorry guys, the check engine light came on about five minutes ago and it hasn’t seemed to want to turn off.” Caly finally responds, noting a small parking lot about a block away. “I’m just going to pull in here and make sure it’s nothing serious-“

Almost as soon as those words escape her mouth, grey smoke begins to billow out from the engine.

“Oh shit, something is definitely wrong!” Nix’s eyes widen as they pull into the empty parking lot.

The moment the vehicle comes to a stop, it lets out a loud rumbling groan. A few clicks can be heard before the microbus shuts off, more smoke rising from the engine.

“Well, that’s not good.” Rhea blinks, unbuckling their seatbelt and opening the side door.

It takes about a minute for all eight passengers to exit the vehicle, a few of them circling the microbus. Phones come out, flashlights turned on to inspect the surrounding area.

“Good thing we got insurance.” Aries sighs, popping the hood.

Slowly, the smoke seems to be dissipating, all eight friends crowding around the front of the vehicle.

“We were almost out of the city, too.” Elara sighs, looking briefly off in the distance.

“We still had an hour to go before we reached the hotel, though.” Eris comments, checking the map on her phone.

“We shouldn’t drive it any further tonight.” Caly sighs, pulling up a contact on her phone. “I’ll call a tow.”

Fifteen minutes later, and some mumbled complaints from friends, a tow is called.

“They said they should be here in about an hour, so we’ve got some time to kill.” Caly says, tucking her phone into her back pocket.

“What are we supposed to do for an hour?” Larissa frowns, letting out a soft exhale. Her foot begins to tap rhythmically on the ground.

“Maybe there’s something around here still open that we can check out?” Aurora suggests.

“What would still be open at this hour?” Crossing her arms over her chest, Nix huffs.

“Well, it looks like there’s a bar across the street…” Rhea points out.

All heads turn to see a faint neon sign, a few windows with a dull light illuminating the inside. The place seems pretty busy, too.

“Thank goodness,” Larissa already begins hustling across the street. “I have to pee.”

The others follow closely behind, a few chuckling affectionately at their friend.

“I could use a drink.” Nix hums, Aurora happily agreeing.

“Maybe we can order some food while we wait?” Elara suggests, the others nodding along with her words.

Aries holds the door open for all of them, and as they all step inside, it’s as if a small electric shock travels through their bodies. Sounds seems to muffle for the moment as the atmosphere surrounds them. Spines straighten and brows furrow, a few shuffling from foot to foot once they notice just how crowded the bar is.

“Did anyone else feel that?” Eris’ hushed whisper gets ignored as the hustle and bustle of the bar assaults their ears suddenly in full force.

Larissa is the first to seemingly snap out of her daze, blinking a few times before marching through the crowd and towards the sign labelled ‘bathroom’. Little does she notice the eyes that follow her every move.

Shortly after, Aurora, Nix, and Elara all begin to weave through the crowd and towards the bar. Soft chatter is heard all around, yet the three girls all manage to hear each other for the moment, discussing what drinks they should get.

“I wonder what food they have here…” Elara mumbles, sidling up to the bar.

Unbeknownst to them, three sets of eyes track their every movement, a male drifting towards each individual almost subconsciously.

“Maybe we should grab a table?” Rhea suggests lightly.

Nods are shared by the remaining friends, searching through the crowd for an open space to fit all eight.

“There.” Aries flicks his head to a table in the corner by the front windows.

Wordlessly, all four of them walk over, sliding into the rounded booth to wait for their friend’s return.

Every few minutes, Calypso keeps checking her phone. A worried frown tugs at her features, and she keeps glancing out the window towards that parking lot across the street.

“I’m gonna go wait by the car,” she says, sliding out of the booth a moment later. “You know, just in case the tow comes early, or something. I don’t want to miss their call. Plus, it’s a little too loud in here.”

“I’ll come with you!” Rhea hops out of the booth. “Maybe there’s another place open we can check out.”

“Sounds good.” Aries hums, casually resting his one arm across the back of the booth while Eris scopes out the place.

With a final wave, Caly and Rhea part from their friends, heading back out the door they had just walked in only minutes before.

Two males behind the counter share a look.

A few minutes pass by, Eris continuously glancing over towards the bar to keep an eye on her friends. Though, with the amount of people weaving between tables and lingering about, it’s getting harder and harder to spot her friends. In fact, she’s already lost visual on Elara and Aurora. Luckily, Nix seems to still be in plain sight.

“Issie is sure taking a long time in the bathroom.” Eris comments, worrying her bottom lip. “I can’t see Lara or Rora, either.”

“I’m sure they’re fine.” Aries hums, glancing out the window to see Caly across the street leaning against the car, and Rhea heading down the street. He turns his attention back to the bar, having felt eyes on him. “I can see them right now.”

“Alright,” Eris replies, a vary tone to her voice. “But I’m going to go check on Issie.”

All Eris receives from the taller male is a nod in response. Carefully, she slips out of the booth, heading in the same direction Larissa did only minutes before.

A pair of eyes follow her through the crowd, yet she is none the wiser. A pair of eyes which glance around the room, flashing briefly as they lock with several other sets that all seem to share the same thought.

Eight subtle nods are given, and eight friends are soon separated, never to see each other that night again.

[twilightjwy]

your hand in my pocket to keep us both warm

wooyoung x reader

friends to lovers fluff <3 reader is friends with ateez, there are mentions of all of the members :)

summary: you go on a ski trip and become a lot closer with wooyoung than you expected

wc: 1.5k

notes: my whole inspiration for this was from the lyric (that i made the title) in the song ‘abstract’ by hozier <3333 that song is soooooo good

💭 ◟♡ ˒ ⊹ ִ

the air was cold and snow was falling as you rode down the mountain one last time. everyone was getting pretty tired and yunho suggested that they call it quits for the day and head back to the resort to watch a movie and relax before driving home tomorrow so you all raced down the trail to get to the bottom. you and the guys had decided to take a road trip up to a ski resort, which ended up being a real bonding experience (especially because you all had to work together to teach yeosang how to ski since he had never gone before).

the whole trip had been so fun with your best friends, but you and wooyoung had definitely been flirting with each other the entire time (and everyone could tell). you and wooyoung had been friends for years and you’d been in love with him the whole time. you always thought you would never tell him, but after this weekend you were starting to rethink it all. you two were glued to each other the whole time — racing down the mountain together, sitting on the ski lift together (so close to each other you practically left enough room for a third person to squeeze on there with you). you swapped jackets some days to see how long it would take the others to notice and then giggle about it to yourselves. hongjoong would just roll his eyes. “i definitely think there’s something going on between them,” he said to seonghwa.

tonight was the night that everything really changed, though. you had packed up all your stuff and left it in the lodge for you all to pick up tomorrow before heading home. the resort was just a short walk from the mountain but it was cold. your shivering increased with every step you took. you kept rubbing your hands together and blowing hot air into them to keep them somewhat warm since you didn’t have any gloves with you. wooyoung, with his giant warm winter jacket, was walking right next to you and noticed how much you were shaking.

“you cold?” he asked.

“very.”

with his right hand he propped open his jacket pocket.

“put your hand in here,” he said as he raised his eyebrows at you and motioned with his head.

you slowly put your left hand into his pocket and you could feel as he rested his hand right on top of yours.

“there, now we can both stay warm,” he said.

“thanks,” you said softly, with a nervous smile to him.

wooyoung was a touchy person, so you’ve been close like this before, but something about this seemed different, more intimate. you could feel his soft hand on top of yours, suddenly every nerve in your body was on red alert. you’d never been so aware of your own hand before, how does he make you feel like this?

you kept walking along the path and you noticed mingi look back at you both from up ahead. he quickly turned back around and giggled with yunho, his hand covering his mouth. you turned to the side away from wooyoung and smiled to yourself.

after about 20 seconds of silence that felt like an hour, you felt his hand shift in the pocket. you noticed him moving his hand so that your palms were touching and then you felt him lace his fingers with yours. neither of you said anything but you felt butterflies in your stomach — did he really just do that? you walked the rest of the way to the resort, your hand in his pocket the whole time, only taking it out when you got to the suite.

the resort you were staying at had a huge apartment style suite with a living room, kitchen, and multiple bedrooms that you all were sharing. you sat down on the empty couch, hoping wooyoung would come along next and sit down right next to you. but san, completely unaware that something was going on between you guys, immediately took the seat next to you. he was acting so happy and excited with you to watch the movie that you didn’t have the heart to tell him you were trying to save his seat for wooyoung. wooyoung eventually sat down in a comfy chair right across from you. occasionally during the movie he would look over at you, make eye contact, and give you a cute, small smile. he was resting his head on his hand and the way he looked at you was so sweet it made you feel almost lightheaded.

eventually the movie ended and you all decided it was time to go to bed, since tomorrow was going to be a long day of packing and driving. jongho had already fallen asleep on the couch during the movie but no one wanted to wake him, so hongjoong just draped a blanket over him and turned off the lights in the living room.

the thing, though, was that you and jongho and wooyoung were sharing a room. and since jongho was on the couch it was just going to be you and wooyoung. you were starting to get a little nervous as you were getting ready for bed thinking about you and wooyoung alone. you were worried you might end up blurting out how you feel about him and then the whole friendship would be ruined if he didn’t feel the same. you tried to block the thought out of your mind as you slipped under your comforter.

wooyoung walked into the room, pajamas on and looking the cutest he ever has.

“our last slumber party of the weekend,” he said as he puffed out his lower lip, looking sad.

“i know!” you said, “we’re going to have to do it more often when we’re home.”

“i’ll definitely take you up on that sometime.”

he turned off the light, got into his bed and pulled out his phone. “i was going to finish one episode of the show i was watching before i sleep, do you wanna watch it with me?” he asked, hoping you would say yes.

“sure” you smiled. as you got up he lifted the covers for you to get in.

you crawled in right next to him in the dark, your bodies touching. you could feel the heat radiating from him, comforting as it was still so cold, even in the suite. he turned on the show and you leaned your head on his chest to see his phone screen better (which really was just an excuse to cuddle him closer). you wondered if he was feeling the same knots in his stomach as you were. he was invested in the episode but you started to feel your eyes closing and eventually you fell asleep. wooyoung felt the tension release from your body and the weight of your head above his heart, which he hoped you could not feel was beating a lot faster than normal.

you woke up suddenly when the episode ended as you felt wooyoung shift beside you to put his phone on the side table.

“sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” he said sweetly as he laid down.

“it’s okay, i should probably get back to my bed now,” you said.

“you know you can just stay here if you want to, i really don’t mind, i’d actually kind of like it if you did,” he said shyly. “but totally no pressure,” he added in a hurry, his eyes wide.

you blushed and cuddled in next to him again, this time with his arm around you. you looked up at him and met his eyes in the dark.

“i really don’t want to ruin what we have now, but i really like you,” he whispered to you.

“don’t worry, i really like you too,” you held back, not mentioning how in love with him you have been since the day you met. that would be for another time.

he took his hand and ran his fingers through your hair, still looking into your eyes. you lifted your head to meet his and gently connected your lips. he kissed you back even deeper, cupping your face in his hand.

you pulled away and you both breathed.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that,” he said as he closed his eyes and shook his head with a smile on his face.

“me too,” you said and pulled him back in for another kiss. eventually you went to sleep, your body on top of his, legs entangled together, his arms fully wrapped around you, and your head buried in his neck.

it turned out to be a pretty good ski trip — definitely a lot of bonding.

[thelargefrye]

UNBREAKABLE GLASS, BREAKABLE HEART ... drabble

YOU ARE MY UNIVERSE | CALMING DAYS | SWEET HOME

pairing : san x f!reader (background poly ateez)

genre : non-idol au, hurt / comfort, established relationship

warnings : langauge, being forgotten, some crying

suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie

in the rush of the moment, the boys forget something important on their way to their vacation.

you woke up with an odd feeling in your stomach. why this was happening, you weren't sure. but you opted to push to the side as you got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen.

and then it hit you that the apartment you shared with eight other people – your boyfriends – was silent. there wasn't another soul in sight nor could you hear anyone but your own breathing.

where were they?

then you had a second realization that today you all were suppose to travel to the beach for a small vacation. san had been begging for you all to take a trip together. telling hongjoong and seonghwa that it had been years since they last went on one.

"we need to go on one now that y/n has officially moved in," that was what finally made hongjoong and seonghwa agree. the two eldest thinking it would be a good idea to go on vacation with you.

yet here you were sitting on the couch by yourself, alone. you didn't want to admit it, but was obvious they had forgotten you. you tried to bite back the tears that threatened to spill. it just an accident, you think to yourself, they didn't mean to forget you.

you reach for your phone, wanting to check to see if they messaged you, but only the black screen of your phone stared at you. dead. that explains why your alarm didn't go off this morning.

"oh? who had gummy bears?" seonghwa asks as he brings out the pack of gummy bears that was in their travel snack bag. seonghwa turned to look at his lovers who all looked at him in equal confusion. that is until wooyoung spoke up from the back.

"oh! those of y/nnie's! she loves those gummy bears!"

"isn't y/n in the other car though?" yunho asks from the driver's seat, looking at his lover through the rearview mirror.

"then why is her snack with us and not with the others?" seonghwa asks, seemingly getting more confused by the second.

that's when realization hit san like a truck, a loud gasp leaving his lips causing the other males in the car to look at him.

"we left y/n at home!"

"WHAT!?" yunho is quick to pull off on to the side of the road. him and seonghwa quickly turn to look at both males in the back. only seconds later does the car hongjoong was driving also pull over.

"what's wrong?" hongjoong asks, confused on why yunho pulled over.

"we have to go home!" san begins, "we forgot y/n!" he says, feeling tears start to brim his eyes at realizing how hurt you must be feeling right now.

"what? but wasn't wooyoung suppose to make sure that everyone was up and ready? she was your buddy wooyoung," jongho says causing everyone to look at the male could looked surprised by the information. in other words... he forgot.

"damnit, wooyoung!" hongjoong says, anger seething through him as he glares at his younger boyfriend.

"i'm sorry! i guess i just got distracted by everything else. and besides, you were the one rushing everyone out the door! you should have noticed she was missing too!" wooyoung says back.

"listen," yeosang begins, "we don't have time to be arguing like this. we all obviously can't go back, so why don't half of us keep going to the beach house, while the other half goes back."

"we'll go back," san says, and no one objects.

"try calling her and let her know you are on your way, okay?" hongjoong says and seonghwa nods before they are all getting back in their respective cars.

"i can't believe you forgot your buddy," san says to wooyoung as they are on their way back to the apartment.

"shut up! i already feel bad enough as it is," wooyoung says, another wave of guilt rushing over him.

"stop blaming wooyoung," seonghwa says, phone pressed to his ear as he's trying to call you. "we are all to blame for th– ah! baby, are you okay?" seonghwa cuts himself off when he hears you pick up.

"i'm fine," you say, but seonghwa can tell by your tone that you've been crying. the thought makes his heart break.

"listen, baby, we are on our way back to get you okay? we'll be there in about half an hour," he tells you.

"okay," you sound dejected and it makes his stomach twist. this was suppose to be a fun and memorable vacation. one where he would have taken pictures for the scrapbook you got him. it wasn't suppose to have such a heart-breaking start.

"let me talk to her," san says, leaning over and holding his hand out. seonghwa hands him his phone.

"hey pretty," san says greeting you, "are you okay?"

"y-yeah, i'm fine," he hears you take a deep breath, "happy birthday, sannie."

"thank you, baby. remember you told me last night," he says, not being able to fight the smile that appears on his face.

"i know... i just wanted to tell you again," you say, voice falling quieter near the end. "you guys don't have to come back," you say after a moment, "you shouldn't be wasting time coming back to get me. i'm fine by myself."

"yeah, well, we aren't fine knowing you're by yourself. this vacation is for all of us. you included, got it?"

"got it," you say softly.

"i'll see you when we get back," san says and he hears you hum out a small bye before hanging up. san hands the phone back to seonghwa before he's turning to wooyoung. "you better get on the ground and beg for forgiveness when we pick her up."

san is the first one to enter the apartment when they get back. the other three trailing behind him as they step inside. and san doesn't waste any time calling out for you.

the four of them hear your feet padding across the floor and you emerge around the corner. san can't help the blush that covers his face when he takes in how cutely you're dressed. however, before he could say anything, wooyoung is shoving him aside in order to run up to you. the younger male dropping to his knees, arms wrapping around your legs as begins to semi-fake cry.

"y/nnie, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to forget my seat buddy. i love you so much, you know that right?" wooyoung says making you smile at him. you nod your head, running a hand through his hair to comfort him. "but in all fairness, its hongjoong's fault one-hundred percent."

"wooyoung!" seonghwa's voice is stern as he stops wooyoung from trying to pass the blame. you then see him look up at you with soft eyes, "we are all to blame, really. i'm sorry, baby."

"i'm sorry too, i know the others all feel just as bad," yunho says making you give them a sad smile in return.

"can i just... can i just have a hug, please?" all four males don't waste anytime in giving you a group hug. after that, san gives you an extra one while yunho takes your bag and the other three begin to head down to the car.

"i'm sorry we left you, y/n. i don't think i'll ever be able to forgive myself," he tells you, hiding his face in your neck.

"but you came back for me, didn't you?" you say, making san lift his head to look at you.

"yeah, we did," he says before kissing you. when he pulled away, san gave you a smile before linking hands with you and walking down to the car where you join the others.

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P. SEONGHWA . . . FATAL ATTRACTION 10 ⭑.ᐟ

seonghwa. fatal love. ex lovers. “ i want you again .. “

description ; thinking it was for the best , breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years since you both “ grew apart “ but when a mis understanding comes about. what will happen when you’re forced to spend time together, what happened to those “ we just grew apart “ feelings.

seonghwa!ateez x female!reader

words : 3.3k

contains. ‼️ ; cursing , sexual scenes , 18+ content , may contain typos , oral sex , emotional ties , foul language , PIV , no protection ( wrap it up ) , fun times! . ( let me know if i miss anything ! )

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ part 9 here.

———— .. ᯓᡣ𐭩 ( part ten ) ᡣ𐭩ᯓ .. ————

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

The day seemed to arrive faster than you thought. Before you knew it, you felt the soft taps of Seonghwa, waking you from your slumber. A nice one to where you could feel the body heat of Pop against yours, with the feeling of the cozy aura in the cottage. "Five more minutes" you complain, opening your eyes as it mixes with the red and orange aura's coming from the lamp. "Okay, just five, but we have to leave before traffic gets heavy passing by town" Seonghwa says, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before going to the bags and dresser, taking out the clothes and folding them up, placing them nice and neat into the suitcases. Attempting to not make as much sound to startle anyone in the house or wake you and Pop up before the five minutes.

Five minutes passed and you felt another set of taps on your shoulder, slightly groaning and rolling at the feeling. "Time to get up" Seonghwa spoke before stepping back as you sat up, messy hair still in the form smushed down by the pillow. You took a couple of looks around before spotting Seonghwa, now zipping up the suitcases. "Wow, you got a lot done in five minutes..." you mumble as you rub your eyes, trying to focus your eyes. "Yeah, because it's been like 20." Seonghwa chuckled and gently stood up the suitcases, placing them against the wall. "Do you want to change into some clothes before we leave?" The male asked, sitting next to you as you hummed. "No, I'm okay, just ready to go home and get this trip over with" you said, laying your head against the male's shoulder.

The male smiled and hummed. "Okay, grab Pop and his leash so we can let him out before we leave, we can stop and get some breakfast somewhere too". You nodded and stood up, feeling a slap to your ass as you yelped, jumping slightly. "Stop-!" you whisper yell, gently smacking his hand as you grab Pop's leash, only a soft chuckle escaping the male's lips before he stood up. You clipped the leash onto Pop's metal part of the collar and led Pop out as Seonghwa grabbed the suitcases, going to the door way, you all made it to the front door, quietly opening it as you went out, Seonghwa following behind.

The both of you made it to the car as you let Pop do his business in the bushed, you helped Seonghwa put the suitcases in the trunk before calling pop to get into the car as he hoped in. Seonghwa shut the door and leaned against the door of the car with you. Looking at the door you heard it open, Mingi walking out with squinted eyes, noting that he just woke up from sleep, probably hearing you both while he was asleep on the couch. "You two are leaving?" the male asked. Seonghwa nodding as you offered him a smile.

"Be safe." he said with a smile, waving to the both of you. Seonghwa opened the door for you as you waved. "Stay safe Mingi" you smile to him as he gives a slight bow, waving to Seonghwa as he returned it back. "See you, let me know when you get back to Seoul" Seonghwa says, getting into the car. Mingi shut the door and Seonghwa started the car, driving off through the dirt path that led you both to the place. Memories of you coming down this road made you a little sad. But knowing the bonds you got back and being back with Seonghwa made you smile. It was a bit emotional to think about. Everything you have been tried with this whole trip. Though you were thankful for it. A small sigh escaped your lips, your hands making their way to gently scratch the cotton material of your jogging pants. Seonghwa noticed and gently took your hand, rubbing small circles on it with your thumb. "What's wrong?" the male asked as you let out a slightly shuddering breath. "I'm just thinking, so much happened on his trip."

The car exited the dirt path, making it's way on the main street, a familiar place you'd seen, leading into town, though going past it, leaving all the memories you made and things you overcame at the cabin. "They sure did, but no matter what drama happened, you were able to overcome it, and we got together. The most important thing is that *we* and our pup, Pop, are together once again." the male spoke, his words and gentle hand caressing yours. It made you feel warm again, Seonghwa was truly one of the lights of your life. Regardless of both of your pasts with each other, this was the time to get serious. To learn how to better balance your life. "Thank you, Hwa, those words are so sweet" you replied. Reaching over, you turned on the radio, letting the quiet tunes drown out the noises from outside.

The car ride that was first awkward and felt so heavy was met with comfortable silence and the feeling of comfort.

--

Throughout the trip back to Seoul, you got out your camera and took out a couple more photos of the sights. When you and Seonghwa stopped for food at a restaurant, you took photos of him eat. Him feeding Pop. "Hey! No, his poop is going to smell so bad!" but the male didn't listen and Pop didn't mind the food being given to him. To say the least you had fun, and memories to catch back up on. As you bit into the biscuit you were eating. "I should get these pictures developed, and I should add them into a scrapbook" you said, cleaning the small crumbs off your fingertips. Seonghwa took a sip of the orange juice, humming before he nodded in agreeance with you. "Sounds awesome, I think it would be cute. You should let me decorate" the male grinned as you shook your head fast. "No way!" you laughed.

The both of you got back to the car after you let Pop have a small bathroom break. Seonghwa started the car back up and continued to drive back to Seoul.

You were finally settled back into your home; currently in your room unpacking your suitcase, placing all of your personal hygiene and makeup in their respected places. Next unpacking your clothes, separating dirty clothes and the clean ones. Placing the clean ones in the closet and dirty ones in the washing machine. Since you still had two weeks off of work, it was time for you to relax, maybe do a few hobbies you couldn't do for work.

Going into the living room and flopping down on the couch, you were joined by Pop's who continued to sniff every crevice of the house like he just had gotten there for the first time. He finally found a place and settled by your body, laying his head on your thigh. You took out your phone, making sure to text Yeosang that you made it home safely.

Though you didn't expect to see an incoming call:

Yeosang spoke through the phone. "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?!?" you could hear the whine coming from the male's side. "I'm sorry, it slipped my mind and I just couldn't be there anymore, I would've continued to take all my anger out on Lily" you responded as he laughed. "Yeah okay, I'm just glad you two made it back safe, that's all that really matters, is Seonghwa with you?" the male asked. You physically shook your head before remembering he couldn't see you. "No, he just dropped me and Pop off, but he did say he would come back later" you spoke, he hummed. "Going to have sex?" the male asked before you gasped, throwing yourself back on the couch. "Yeo-! What kind of question is that, mind your business" you snarked, him continuing to laugh once again. "All I'm saying is enjoy the time before you have to go back to work" he laughed. "Okay, bye, I'll talk to you later!" you laugh before saying your goodbyes to the male.

You shake your head, taking in a deep sigh, but he was right. You and Seonghwa were back together, that was something you should celebrate, or really think about. Remembering all the times you sat on this very same couch with tubs of ice cream empty on your coffee table, crying over the male, you finally got him back, and this time you felt better about it.

Standing up you grabbed your phone after gently resting Pop's head on your empty spot, humming softly as you made your way to your room. Taking a look around before getting on your knees and pulling a medium brown box from under your bed, sitting beside your bed on the floor.

Gently sighing before you opened the box, pulling out a picture frame of you and Seonghwa, a photo you took on your old polaroid camera that was carefully placed under the picture frame, along with a dried rose. Taking out the box made you slightly emotional. Taking you back to a time where you thought you weren't going to be able to be strong, though things were still going a bit faster. You let the tears stream down your face. Taking a stand, you placed the picture frame on your end table, facing it diagonal to the bed. You gently shut the box and pushed it back under the bed as you sighed.

The time was now around 10:40 am. You decided to take a shower to get yourself ready for the day. Going into your bedroom connected bathroom as you started the shower. You made sure to pamper yourself: washed your hair, shaved your body, got out and brushed your teeth, did your skincare and makeup. After you fixed your hair, going with your signature hair. You went and got dressed in an outfit. It was hot, too hot to wear a jacket, so you decided on some jean shorts, a cropped tank top accompanied by some silver jewelry and your white and grey dunks that complimented the outfit.

You heard your phone that you had placed on the charger earlier ring, Seonghwa on the other side. A smile lit up your face as you answered, hearing the words. "Hey princess." ring through your ears on the other side. "Hi!" you said back excitedly, applying deodorant to your pits. "I'm on the way back over, that fine with you?" he asked as you nodded. "Mhm, sounds perfect" the male hummed with a slight smile. "I'm going to pick up some lunch, what would you like?". "Anything is fine with me" you responded, humming softly. "Okay, I'll get your favorite" the male spoke. "Okay, see you when you get here, I love you" you spoke. "I love you" he replied before he hung up. You smiled, if you were on your bed right now, you'd be laid out on your stomach, kicking your feet and giggling. Hearing those words always made your heart flutter.

You made your way to the kitchen, cleaning up Pop's bowl and refilling his eater bowl, as well as cleaning it before refreshing the water and food. Being gone for two weeks, you still needed to go grocery shopping. But that could wait for another day.

Pop jumped off the couch once he heard you calling his name to come and eat, though he didn't look too interested in the food, though he did take a couple of nibbles. You gently shook your head and sighed a little before making your way to the couch, plopping down onto the fluffy space, taking in the fresh scent of your body and the fresh scent of your house, you were relaxed. At peace if you will.

After a few moments, the sound of your apartment's keypad chimed as the password was entered, a buzz at the end. You sat up straight and stood up, grabbing the baseball bat you kept near the couch, holding it up in a swinging position. You could hear the beeps of the keypad, the sound alarming that it was right, but before you had the chance to swing, Seonghwa made his presence known, turning to look at you as he shut the door and slipped his shoes off. "What the- sorry, didn't mean to alarm you, I forgot your code" the male laughed nervously. Holding up the brown bag, "I got lunch, and brought Pop's a bone" the male spoke as you sighed in relief, setting the bat down in its original spot. "Sorry, you can never be too careful my love" you mumbled, looking at him then going over and taking the bag out of his hands and setting it down before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Seonghwa chuckled and wrapped his hands around your waist, smiling softly as he pressed a small kiss on your nose. "Thats true, I'd rather you be safe than sorry." The male pressed a soft kiss to your lips as you returned, sharing a lingering kiss before you pulled away at a small rumble of your stomach. "Okay, I think it's time to eat now" you laughed, humming softly as you pulled away. "Sounds about right.

You and Seonghwa sat at the table, eating the food he brought. One of your favorite street tacos from a small Mexican place in the heart of Seoul. The two of you visited their quite often when you first started dating. He also picked up a couple of desserts from a small bakery on the corner, owned by a friend of you both.

You and Seonghwa talked and laughed about everything. Your eyes wandering over the males grinning face as he gave you a toothy smile, his smile wide and eyes slightly squinting. Your heart was content and your belly was full. Since the both of you didn't have any work for the next two weeks, you decided to take today as a relaxing day. Seonghwa wore a brown plaid flannel, with a white tank top underneath, light blue jeans to compliment. You kept on your shorts, but changed your shirt into something a little more comfortable, an oversized t-shirt.

--

The show you and Seonghwa put on had been long forgotten. It being a blur in the background as you were face down, ass up on your mattress. Your shorts had been discarded and your shirt was riding up your hips and back as Seonghwa's long thin fingers had been tracing against your folds for the longest time. You could swear it'd been 4 hours since he started to tease his fingers against your now soaking clit. Your bedroom door was shut and the only thing that could be heard were your soft moans, muffled by your mattress.

"H-Hwa.." you moaned out, your hands gripping fistfuls of your sheets. These are going to need to be changed. A soft hum could be heard coming from his lips as you gently looked back at him. "Please do something" you plead, slowly moving your hips against the male's fingers. He doesn't say anything, not a word before he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue, flattening his tongue against your walls before licking a stripe. A loud moan escaped from your mouth biting on your bottom lip as your eyes rolled back.

Seonghwa entered two digits into you as he used his tongue to eat you out, swirling his tongue against your walls. You couldn't help but let the moans escape from your lips. Seonghwa was always good at giving head, it was something you liked most when it came to the both of your sex life. Your moans were like music to the male's ears. He never got tired of hearing your moans, whimpers and whines. Seonghwa could feel your legs shaking as he continued to suck on your clit. His fingers thrusting into you at a fast pace, spreading you open when he slipped another digit into you. Your eyes widened as you gently tried to lean up. Seonghwa smacking your ass and laying back down as your hips shuddered.

"Agh-!" you screamed out, laying your face back down on the bed.

You whimpered more before gripping onto your bedsheets once again, Seonghwa pulled his mouth and fingers away before he aligned himself up with your entrance. You gasped and gently put your hands on his waist as you turned around, laying down on your back. Seonghwa smiled and gently cupped your cheeks with his free hand. "Perfect, I want to see you" the male mumbled before entering himself into you once again, his length rubbing harshly against your plush velvety walls, stretching you open causing you to whine at the stretch. You don't remember him being this big last time. Though you weren't too focused. Your arms immediately wrapped around Seonghwa's neck as he pushed deeply into you. The male's length hit your cervix, causing you to cry out as a moan escaped his lips. Suddenly it was 25 degrees hotter in the room.

Seonghwa pulled out of you, causing a slight sigh of relief to leave your lips before he pushed deeply back into you, hitting your cervix again and leaving your lips parted. You gently peeled the rest of your white t-shirt from your body, allowing the male to have access to your breast. His hand traveled up to your breast, squeezing the plush between his hands. Seonghwa's hips moved at a fast yet steady past, your hands moving to his waist as you gently dug your nails into the male's skin. There will be marks.

Yours and his moans mixed together, sounding like a sweet song to your ears. The sounds of your skin slapping together made the lewd scene even more lewd as you whimpered, letting your hand travel down to your clit as you rubbed it at a sporadic pace. "Fu-fuck..." you moaned out, grabbing onto the male's head.

Leaned down, Seonghwa took your nipple between his lips, his tongue grazing over the skin as he bit and sucked on it, causing more and more moans to escape from your lips. His thrust became a bit sloppier, so did your rubbing against your clit. You could feel the male's length throbbing and twitching inside of you. He was close and so were you. Seonghwa pulled his head up from your boob, making a popping sound as the nipple came out of his mouth. You attached your lips onto his, sharing a sloppy wet kiss. Moaning into each other's mouth, your arms clawing at his back as your lips parted. A string on spit being connected to both of your lips. "I-m so close Y/N." Seonghwa admitted. "Me too" you chimed, moaning as you connected a kiss back onto his lips. "Cum in me" You moaned out, moving your hips to meet with the males thrust.

"W-what?" the male asked, questioning your statement. You shook your head as you breathed against his face. "D-don't think, j-just do" you panted, letting out a high-pitched moan as you felt the male's hot liquid coat your pulsing walls. You gasped loudly clinging onto the male's shoulders. The male slipped out of you as you could feel the quick feeling of emptiness, and the cum leaking from your hole. Sheets you were going to have to change. Seonghwa panted as he looked at you, a smile on his face as he panted. You chuckled and placed a soft peck onto his lips. "I love you Seonghwa.". "I love you too Y/N."

Throughout these last few months, you never thought you would see yourself back with Seonghwa. The man who caught your heart, broke it and then fixed it back up. It was indeed, a fatal attraction.

a/n: and the time has come! fatal attraction has ended! it’s been such a journey and i’m so glad for everyone that has been reading and keeping up with it! with over 211,000 words and 300+ likes on chapters 1 — 9. i want to thank everyone who’s read! 🥺 and it’s over ( yayy ) author jam has put in so much work! [ 4:13 am currently ] feel forward to look through my others and i am out! <3

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Ateez Fic Recs ☆ Ao3

These are all available on ao3 as of April 2024. Some may require an account to view them. Some are likely crossposted on tumblr as well.

~TUMBLR RECS HERE~

Almost all are complete works, those with “+” after WC are incomplete.

Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly

OT8/Multi

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Choi Jongho

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Road Trip

Genre: poly smut

Pairing: Seonghwa/reader/Hongjoong

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral, polyamory, some m/m content, a tiny bit of exhibitionism, double penetration, fingering

Summary: Your boyfriends agreed to a cross-country road trip with you and three of their group members, and give you a gift to kick it off. 

A/N: This is a complete rewrite and rework of a blurb I wrote before. Was originally going to be a series but I lost inspiration lol. 

Audiobook version above.

You slid into the warm leather bench seat of the vintage car, sighing in pleasure. Turning adoring eyes to the two men standing by the open door, you were unable to express just how thankful you were. Seonghwa and Hongjoong both gave you indulgent smiles that made your heart flutter. A booming voice in a thick French-Canadian accent broke through your haze of excitement, congratulating you and warning you to take care of this gorgeous specimen of a car he’d restored for you.

You turned to the man and felt your mouth stretch into a grin that could only be described as feral. “Oh, I will treat this like my own child. Hell, better.”  

The man returned your smile, nodding. The sound of a throat clearing drew your eyes back to the two men standing by the car. It took a moment to catch your breath at the sight of the two men, backlit by the sun, the shorter of the two leaning against the fender of your new prized possession, his legs crossed in front of him, hands in his pockets as he gave you his sultry smile. The taller stood, one hand gripping his other arm as he smiled shyly, his face shadowed by the sun behind him but his eyes still shining brightly with his joy at seeing you so happy.  

Goddamn, they were beautiful.  

Seeing Hongjoong catch you staring, you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes, sniffing, “Stop leaning on the paint job and get your bags in the car. We still have to go pick up the boys from the airport.”

Hongjoong’s smile was suggestive as he stood with a wink, moving to get the bags from the taxi. Pulling yourself reluctantly from the driver’s seat, you moved to unlock the truck, Seonghwa joining you to help lift the cover that was easily almost as long as you were tall.  

Looking up with a thankful smile, you lost the ability to think straight once more as Seonghwa gave you his sweetest display of flashing teeth, leaning in to press a kiss to your neck and murmur into it, “You like it, love?”

“Are you kidding me?” you grinned up at him, kissing his jawline as he giggled softly, “I adore it, Hwa.”  

Hongjoong appeared, dumping luggage into the massive trunk and then pulling you in for a swift kiss and smirking at you as he boasted, “I told you she would.”  

Seonghwa tapped Joong’s nose with a long finger, grinning and shooting back, “Well I’m the one that found it, so there.”

You snorted, patting each of their cheeks and moving to the open door of the driver’s seat, spitting out, “Well, I will show you both my full appreciation soon, but first we have to get to the airport and get this show on the road.”  

The boys rushed to the car, shutting the trunk just a bit harder than you would’ve liked. You were going to have to teach them how to treat a treasure like this. There was a brief debate about who got shotgun, with Seonghwa eventually sweet talking his way into it when you reminded them that they would both be shotgun for the next couple months, as three of the other clowns of Ateez would be taking the backseat for the full continent road trip you were all embarking on.

When your boys had proposed that you all take the road trip that you and your best friend Wooyoung had talked about for so long, you had scoffed. You did not have a vehicle that could fit all five of your friends and yourself, and you didn’t particularly love the idea of renting a vehicle for two whole months to drive thousands of miles. When Seonghwa and Hongjoong said to let them deal with that, you never thought that they meant they were buying you a glistening hulk of beautiful vintage steel. When the taxi had pulled up and the man whipped the cover off the fully mint, all original monster of a car, you had nearly fainted on the spot. You loved your men more than ever.

Glancing over, you took in the silhouette of Seonghwa’s face haloed in sunlight. Turning, you caught Hongjoong giving you a knowing grin and you winked at him and cranked the car. The first rumble of the engine had your eyes dropping closed, any thoughts of the men in the car with you gone at the sensation of the car vibrating to life under you. You knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t stop yourself from revving the engine just a bit. Oh yeah, this was a powerful work of art. You weren’t sure how you were going to drive it without ruining the leather below your already soaked panties but by god, you were going to drive it anyway.

The sound of a snicker from the back seat and a warm, long fingered hand on your thigh had your eyes popping open, and you sucked in a deep breath, your hand automatically reaching for a gear shift where there was none, your mind a haze of lust and excitement. The chuckle from Seonghwa next to you woke you from your haze and you looked down at your hand, then laughed at yourself and shook your head. This was going to take some real getting used to. Luckily, you had two months to do just that. Taking a deep breath, you put the car in drive and moaned audibly as you hit the gas.

_

Wooyoung stopped in his tracks, San crashing into his back. His mouth hung open, ignoring the man behind him asking what the hell he was doing. You turned with a grin, twirling the keys to the beautiful car in the parking spot you were leading Wooyoung, San, and Yeosang to.  

“Where…” Wooyoung stammered, and Yeosang strutted past them, giving his signature side eye and crooning, “Badass car, ________.”

You swatted at Yeosang as he passed, snorting, “Just keep your feet off the leather and paint!”  

Wooyoung still stood in the airport parking lot, his mouth opening and closing as the other four men all exchanged greetings and put the luggage in the trunk.  

You waved your hand in Wooyoung’s face, chuckling, “You ok?”  

Wooyoung blinked hard, stammering, “Where… did that… come from?”

You felt your grin turn dreamy, your hands clasping together as you turned to devour the sight of your new toy, shining in the sun.  

“Isn’t it beautiful? Seonghwa and Hongjoong gave it to me.”  

You and Wooyoung each stood for a long moment, staring in awe at the machine before you.  

You were brought back down to earth by the laughing voice of San, “Damn, don’t think she’s ever looked at you like that, huh guys?”  

You snorted, finally moving forward and shooting back, “Sorry guys, none of you are as sexy as this car.”

The men all spit confident rebuttals to your words, but you and Wooyoung shared a look of understanding. Sliding into the driver’s seat, you heard an echo of your own pleased sigh from the back, where Wooyoung had maneuvered himself into the center of the buttery smooth leather bench seat.  

“This is gonna be a very interesting trip if you both react like this every time we get in the car,” Seonghwa said with a raised eyebrow, taking the center of the front seat, Hongjoong sliding in next to him.

You hummed, your hand once more moving to the nonexistent gear shift and instead finding Seonghwa’s thigh.  

Pressing his lips into an amused smile, Seonghwa added, “Though I could get used to this part.”  

Laughing softly, you ignored Yeosang already asking about the sound system in the car and trying to make a playlist you’d not be able to play on the original radio. Instead, you simply met Seonghwa’s eyes and gave him a salacious look as you cranked the car, showing him every bit of her pleasure as it rumbled to life. From the back seat, you heard Wooyoung suck in a deep breath, followed by the two men on either side of him yelping as you assumed your best friend gripped them, in the same predicament you were in.  

Hongjoong leaned forward, placing his hand on Seonghwa’s other thigh and giving a promising look to you as he said, “I believe we were going to find a motel. You owed us a reward for this gift?”  

That was all the prodding you needed. You threw the car into drive and looked for the first cheap motel that looked acceptable. You owed one hell of a night to the two men you loved.  

_

You all checked in, the poor woman behind the counter clearly very skeptical about the groups sharing rooms. She had already had to deal with Wooyoung and San teasing Yeosang about pushing the two beds together to jump on, then you approached, and Hongjoong threw an arm over yours and Seonghwa’s shoulders, whispering dirty things in each of your ears. Commiserating with the clerk, you swatted both the boys away and checked in, apologizing profusely.

As you walked back out of the small lobby, you swatted Hongjoong, hissing, “Don’t tease the workers!”  

The only response you got was a cheeky wink and a hand on your elbow, dragging you towards the door to your shared room. As you were inserting the keycard, you heard the other three men being their usual spastic selves from the next room over and you rolled your eyes.  

“Great,” you grumbled, “We’re next to the three stooges. These paper-thin walls aren’t going to keep their loud asses from keeping us up.”

As he tossed his bag on the bed, Seonghwa sat and began pulling up diners in the area for dinner and Hongjoong stepped up and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a lusty gaze and replying, “Then we will just have to drown them out, won’t we?”  

A particularly loud crash from next door was the answer, and you snorted, pecking him on the lips and shooting back, “You will both have to really bring your A-game to drown that out. Now let’s go make sure no one broke a bone. Or the furniture.”

You locked up your room and knocked on the door next to yours. Wooyoung pulled it open, giving his famed eyebrow wiggles and letting you all in. You first saw Yeosang leaning over the bed, all the sheets stripped off, feverishly inspecting the mattress. A groan from the corner had you turning to find San rubbing his head and moving to right the tipped chair he was next to on the floor. Moving to help him with a laugh, Seonghwa reached his hand out while you and Hongjoong simply watched Yeosang in confusion.

“Yeosang. Darling. My dear. What the hell are you doing?” you finally asked as Seonghwa pulled San to his feet.  

Wooyoung snorted, playing on his phone while sitting on the sink counter outside the tiny bathroom, “He always does this. He’s checking for bedbugs.”  

Hongjoong nudged the sheets on the floor with the toe of his shoes, saying, “I’d be more worried about what might be on these sheets.”  

Turning a raised eyebrow to him, you shot back, “That’s because you don’t know what bedbugs are.”

You lowered your voice so that only he could hear, with a narrow of your eyes, adding, “Plus I’ve never known you to be upset about getting cum on you.”  

Before he could give what you could only assume would be a FILTHY response judging by the look on his face, Yeosang straightened, brushing his hair back and huffing out, “Ok. I think we’re in the clear. But I swear, the minute I feel even a slight itch, I’m sleeping in the car.”  

You pinned a pointed finger on him and retorted, “Oh no, you will not infest my beautiful new baby.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes, picking up the sheets to put back on the bed, Seonghwa and San moving to help him.  

Wooyoung piped up from his perch, his face still glued to his screen, “We gonna go eat soon?”  

Hongjoong perked up at the mention of food, and cosigned, “Please, all I’ve had today was the stupid pretzels from the airplane.”  

You picked up the blanket carefully and dropped it on the bed, replying, “Hey, you could’ve had breakfast if you hadn’t slept in so late.”  

Hongjoong tossed a pillow at you from the floor, laughing, “Hey, I needed my beauty sleep,” to which Wooyoung piped up in the background, “Should’ve stayed in bed longer, then.”

This turned into a full-fledged ego battle that was only mostly joking, the rest of the men preening as you and Yeosang continued making the bed.  

You slapped Seonghwa’s ass as you edged around him, pulling the blanket straight and interjecting, “Yes, yes, you’re all inhumanly beautiful. But you’re not going to get any food if you don’t shut up and help us.”  

They all rushed to tug randomly at the blanket and you and Yeosang both just stepped back, shaking your heads at the ridiculous men.  

Yeosang leaned in, arms crossed, still watching the folly of errors going on at the bed, and asked, “Think a single one of them has made a bed properly before?”  

You snorted and pulled your phone out, replying, “At least they’re distracted. Let’s find a place to eat before they all decide they want different things.”  

Yeosang rolled his eyes and said, “Honey, you’ve got two months of this.”

Snorting, you opened google and chuckled, “This is gonna be fun.”

_

Seonghwa slid into the farthest seat at the tables your group had pushed together at the little diner that you and Yeosang had decided on. He was secretly pleased to find you dropping to the seat next to him and Hongjoong across the way. There was no spot he preferred over being sandwiched between the two people he loved most, but this would do too. Giving you a glimpse of his smile, he squirmed a bit as you lay a hand on his thigh. Turning, he found Hongjoong leaning his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his hands with a flirty smile.  

Goddamn was he lucky.

He glanced down the table to find Yeosang sitting next to Hongjoong, Wooyoung on his other side, and San happily dropping in the seat on your other side, having won rock-paper-scissors for the seat.  

You snorted, patting San on the leg and saying in a chiding voice, “Hey there, Sannie, you going to hold my hand?”  

San immediately grinned, grasping your hand and sticking his tongue out at Wooyoung, who pointedly grabbed Yeosang’s hand. Yeosang rolled his eyes, pulling his hand away and smacking Wooyoung on the back of the head. Seonghwa shook his head at his fully grown children with a smile, but still found himself wrapping an arm over your shoulders, a subtle reminder that while you were all good friends, you belonged to him and Hongjoong.

Not even coming close to taking the hint, though, San absentmindedly lay his head on Seonghwa’s arm on your shoulder, looking at the menu as he softly sang to himself. Chuckling, Seonghwa shook his head and turned to his own menu, catching Hongjoong narrowing his eyes at the clinger at the end of the table. Seonghwa just winked at the man across from him. They both knew going into this road trip that you would all be in much closer quarters, and they knew that you were all very comfortable touching each other, so this was hardly unexpected. Seonghwa also had the confidence that you were entirely theirs, no matter who attached themselves to your side.

Hongjoong pursed his lips and Seonghwa could practically read the plans in his mind for that night. Hongjoong was far more jealous than Seonghwa, and he would find it very necessary to remind you of whom you belonged to. Not that you truly needed it, Seonghwa knew. But boy, would it be fun to do the reminding. Letting his own plans form in his head, he scanned the menu, trying to find this ‘poutine’ google said was the local delicacy. A frumpy waitress approached after a moment, the lines around her mouth deepening as she took in the picture you made all together. Seonghwa almost laughed aloud, seeing the image you all presented to outsiders.  

Not many people understood your relationship, including Seonghwa’s own family and friends. You never really made an effort to hide your relationship, and there were very few people who didn’t get judgy. Seonghwa didn’t give a fuck, most times, but he and Hongjoong had already been warned heavily by you to be careful and not be too open in the faces of the people in the more rural areas, as their form of judgement could turn to violence pretty quick. Seonghwa wasn’t sure if Montreal was one of the areas you’d meant, but to be on the safe side, he removed his arm from your shoulder, much to the vocal displeasure of San. He instead took your hand under the table, giving it a soft squeeze and running his foot under the table to caress it against Hongjoong’s.

Returning the squeeze of his hand, you looked up with a reassuring smile to the waitress who had grumpily asked if they were ready to order, replying, “I think we need a moment. But we know what drinks we want.”  

You each ordered your drinks, and as the waitress walked away, discussed the food options. Seonghwa caught sight of the waitress sneering as she spoke to the cook through the order window, and he pressed his lips together, knowing this would signal to you and Hongjoong that something was wrong. You glanced over and leaned in to press a quick kiss to his neck and whisper that it’s okay, the waitress didn’t matter.

He should’ve known that you would’ve already caught the situation. You were more observant than most gave you credit for. Giving you the gentle smile that was reserved specially for you, he nodded, relaxing a bit and leaning in as Wooyoung pointed out the french fry dish on the menu to you all. The rest of the dinner was more relaxed as you all seemed to collectively decide to ignore the waitress’s huffy judgment, as it seemed harmless. Hongjoong and Wooyoung made a mess, tossing gravy-covered cheese curds in the air for each other to catch in their mouths, and San kept breaking into song at even the most distant reference to any music. Finally, you and Wooyoung pulled up a map and discussed where you would head the next day.

Seonghwa leaned in, flicking away a stray cheese curd with a laugh, and marveled at the way that you and your best friend spoke only in fragments of sentences, each knowing exactly what the other was trying to say before they had to finish. He grinned, simply watching the back and forth, enjoying the half-verbal discussion. Wooyoung pointed to a spot, and you yelped with excitement. Seemed you had the destination for the next day.  

He leaned in and furrowed his brow, asking, “The Dog Chapel? What…?”

That got the attention of the rest of the men, all giving you and Wooyoung an incredulous look.  

Wooyoung laughed, “We told you guys we were going to find all the weird places we could, right? This is the weirdest place we could find in Vermont. We are heading south tomorrow, so have your passport ready!”  

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, scoffing, “Okay, yes, but that doesn’t answer the question at hand. What the hell is the Dog Chapel?”

You giggled, fluttering your lashes at him across the table, causing Seonghwa’s smile to deepen, and shot back with a pointed finger, “You’ll have to wait and see tomorrow, won’t you, lover?”  

Seonghwa heard Yeosang faking a gag and San squealing a cringe as Hongjoong grabbed your finger, pressing a suggestive kiss to it, bringing Seonghwa’s body to attention. It was suddenly very imperative that you all finish your meal and get back to the motel room. Hongjoong had just made a very clear promise with that action that Seonghwa intended to hold him to. You must’ve seen the same, because you suddenly jumped up, nearly dumping San out of his chair as he had been leaning on your shoulder once more.

“Okay, I think we’re ready for bed. Yeosang, you got this bill this time for losing rock-paper-scissors,” you said, your voice clipped as you gave a pointed look at Seonghwa and Hongjoong that had his cock stirring in his pants and his eyes sharpening.  

Yes. Ready for bed, indeed. Distantly, he heard Yeosang sputtering and Wooyoung snickering, clearly knowing what was in your head as always, and San rocking with his infectious giggle. Seonghwa wrapped a long arm around you, leading you towards the door, ignoring the other group behind him as his breathing quickened at the touch of Hongjoong’s hand on the small of his back.

Luckily, Wooyoung wrangled the other two quickly, as by the time they reached the car, your back was pressed to the driver’s door, Seonghwa kissing you deeply and Hongjoong running his hands up Seonghwa’s back, raising chills in the wake of his delicate fingers.  

Yeosang and San both began the retching again, and Wooyoung brushed past your triad, snorting, “Save it for the motel, you bunch of horndogs. You’re not the only ones ready to get to bed.”  

That turned the other two men’s horrified disgust to another source, and Seonghwa smiled into your kiss, feeling you chuckle as you bit his lip once more in parting, the look in your eyes as you pulled back telling him that this was certainly going to be continued the minute you were in your room. Licking the taste of you from his lips, Seonghwa stepped back with a nod, his hands dragging against your waist as he reluctantly drew back, his body tightening at the loss of yours pressed against his.  

He gave you a shot of his grin and the view of his tented pants before circling the car, allowing Hongjoong the center seat this time. As he settled in, he watched your hand once more move, ending up on Hongjoong’s knee. Seonghwa gave a sultry look to you as Hongjoong settled in, pulling your hand higher up his thigh to brush his own tented erection before allowing you to crank the car in a daze. Seonghwa moved to fill the void, his own hand slipping up Hongjoong’s leg as you drove, your eyes glancing frequently from the road to the elegant hand slowly palming Hongjoong’s cock through his jeans.

Pressing his hips up with a heavy breath, Hongjoong leaned his head back, and Seonghwa stroked a bit harder, knowing how Hongjoong couldn’t stand gentle for long. It was thankfully loud in the back seat, the other three men engaging in their own heated exchange, too distracted with arguing over sleeping arrangements to notice the heavy breathing from the front seat. Finding Hongjoong’s heavily lidded eyes watching his, Seonghwa felt your free hand cover his, using his palm to stroke Hongjoong faster. Joong bucked his hips up, his breath growing more jagged. Seonghwa’s own dick was leaking in his loose pants, his hips rocking in an attempt to find purchase.

When the car finally stopped, Hongjoong was thrusting into your hand and Seonghwa had laid back to watch, his hands working himself over his pants in time with your strokes. You all quickly stumbled from the car, your hands grasping and pulling at each other as you made your way blindly towards their door, ignoring the screams and gagging of realization not far behind you. You fumbled for the key card from your purse, Seonghwa and Hongjoong each plastered to opposite sides of you, Hongjoong biting at the crook of your neck as Seonghwa rutted against your hip. Seonghwa heard a soft curse from you as you almost dropped the key card, but soon after heard the beep of the door unlocking.

That beep was effectively a starting pistol, as the door was ripped open by Hongjoong, Seonghwa sweeping you into the room, turning you to take your lips in a demanding kiss, your legs moving to wrap around his waist as his hands cupped your ass. Hongjoong whipped his shirt over his head and moved behind you, his fingertips running up the sides of your ribcage as his mouth found your neck, each man working their hips against you. You moaned deeply into Seonghwa’s mouth, and he pulled back, watching your head tip back as Hongjoong’s hands slipped between you and Seonghwa, coming up to cup your breasts through your shirt.

Your heavily lidded eyes and the flash of Hongjoong giving Seonghwa a glance full of heat was all Seonghwa could take. He turned, tossing you to the bed and tugging his own shirt off over his head as Hongjoong covered your body with his own, rucking your top up and running kisses over your chest in its wake. Seonghwa stood once more, watching his favorite show, thumbing the button of his pants open and reaching in to grip his straining cock as he watched you gasp and wriggle under the mouth that Seonghwa knew all too well was wickedly talented. He slowly stroked himself, his chest heaving as he simply stood and took in the beauty laid out before him. You turned your head to him, your pupils blown with lust and your breasts bared, Hongjoong working one feverishly. Slowly, you held your hand out to Seonghwa, beckoning him to join you.  

Not even raising his head, Hongjoong mumbled against your skin, “Get over here and touch us, Hwa.”  

Who was he to deny such a beautiful order? Seonghwa shoved his pants and boxers off as he strode to the bed, his leaking member leading him. As he crawled onto the bed, your hand wrapped around his cock, and he sighed, letting his head fall back as you brought him closer, Hongjoong sitting up to remove the remaining clothing from both your bodies.

Vaguely, through the haze of the pleasure you were bringing him, Seonghwa saw Hongjoong slide his hand down you, fingers slipping into you as your soft hand wrapped around the back of Hongjoong’s neck, gently drawing his head down to Seonghwa’s cock. Hongjoong gave you a wicked smile and parted his lips, allowing you to slip the head of Seonghwa’s throbbing dick into his mouth. A strong shiver took Seonghwa as he was lost to the feeling of Hongjoong’s tongue on his overly-sensitized head, your little hands lifting and cupping his sack, one of your fingers slipping back to brush against his ass, causing him to pant out a heavy breath, thrusting hard into Hongjoong’s mouth.

The mouth on him slowed, feeling him begin to twitch, and Hongjoong pulled back, looking up with his lust-filled smirk, then lowering his head to your core. Your cry as Hongjoong’s tongue gave you its attention had Seonghwa gripping the base of his cock, straining, teeth gritting. Taking a deep breath, he wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, then slid down the bed, gently brushing Hongjoong’s hair back and kissing down his jawline, from ear to chin, then joining his tongue with Hongjoong, who instinctively shifted to allow him room to share.

You arched hard, your hands ripping at the sheets as they worked their tongues in a pas de duex across your sex, overstimulating you right away. Hongjoong slipped a hand under Seonghwa, finding his cock hot and throbbing, still twitching and leaking. You stiffened, Hongjoong’s tongue delving in, tasting every bit of you that he could reach as Seonghwa sucked your clit between his trembling lips, thrusting into Hongjoong’s hand. You clenched, your orgasm cresting over you in a wave of shaking and cursing, Seonghwa joining you at the sound of your moans and the grip of Hongjoong, moaning into your clit as Hongjoong milked the cum from him.

Finally, both of your stuttering hips stilled, both breathing heavily, and he and Hongjoong lifted their heads, each face wet with the remnants of your pleasure. They sat up, Seonghwa laying a soft kiss on the corner of Hongjoong’s mouth, then licking the taste of you from his lips. They shared a moment, each nipping and licking at the other’s lips, then turned to you as you looked on with sated, loving eyes. You took hold of Hongjoong’s wrist, leading the still sticky fingers to your lips, taking your turn to clean him up, your soft tongue lapping Seonghwa’s cum from his digits. Hongjoong let his eyes fall shut, his own still-hard cock leaping against his stomach. Seonghwa smiled down at you with a wink, taking Hongjoong by the hips and maneuvering him between your spread thighs.  

He settled himself behind Hongjoong, kissing his shoulder and whispering, “Fuck her for me, Joong. Until I can go again.”  

Reaching around Hongjoong’s waist, he took hold of the shorter man’s pulsing cock and angled it down. His other hand also reached around, taking the wetness from your opening and spreading it across the head of Hongjoong’s dick gently, loving the gasp from the other man. He aimed the tip of Hongjoong to your opening, one hand moving to Hongjoong’s shoulder, leaning him over you as he slid into you, both you and Hongjoong gasping at the sensations on your overly sensitized flesh. Seonghwa moved his long fingers to your thighs, holding them open for Hongjoong as he molded his body to the back of the other man, setting his mouth to work on his shoulder and neck.  

He began to thrust, his dick cradled between his stomach and Hongjoong’s back, moving Hongjoong’s hips with his own. They set a pace together that was slow and teasing, both of them waiting for Seonghwa to recover. As your breath became heavy once more and Hongjoong began to moan out his pleasure, Seonghwa bit down harder on the crux of Hongjoong’s neck and shoulders, and raised one hand to give a stinging slap to your thigh. Your combined cries of pleasure were all Seonghwa needed. He was hard again, aching balls ready to cum once more. Moving back, he dragged the tip of his dick over Hongjoong’s ass, loving that his thrusts sped at the sensation.  

Seonghwa trailed a finger up Hongjoong’s spine and murmured in a voice both sweet and steely, “Turn over. Let me join you, loves.”

You hummed in pleasure as Hongjoong wrapped an arm around your waist and rolled so that you were above him. Seonghwa moved behind you, one hand sliding up your back to lace into your hair, gathering and gripping it. He pushed you forward, baring both your holes. He licked his lips at the sight of Hongjoong’s thickness spreading you open, still thrusting at a leisurely pace. Seonghwa gave a daring smile at Hongjoong who stared heatedly at him over your trembling shoulder, and traced a finger down and into you along with Hongjoong’s cock, the thrusts taking on a new pace as he gathered more of your wetness, though you were plenty wet from their earlier ministrations.

He slid his finger in unison with Hongjoong’s thrusts for a moment before withdrawing it and moving to begin to work it into your ass. He slid it in, preparing you for him, loving the way your voice wavered as you called out his name, begging him for something, anything, completely fucked out as his hand tightened in your hair. When he had you unable to form words, he removed his finger and gripped his cock, beginning to work it slowly into your ass. You arched your back, and Hongjoong took the moment to take one of your breasts with his teeth, thrusting harder at the pressure of Seonghwa’s cock filling you.

Once he was fully seated, he paused for a moment, licking his lips and watching the way your back twisted, writhing, your mind completely lost to pleasure. Hongjoong was moaning in that rasping voice that told you that he was close. Seonghwa might have already cum once, but the tightness of your ass and the thrust of Hongjoong against him was enough to have him teetering on the edge himself.  

With a whisper of “I’m going to fuck you both, loves. Just lay still,” he pressed his lips to the sweet skin of your back, licking his way up to your neck as Hongjoong moaned hard, stilling.

Seonghwa slowly pulled his hips back, then snapped them hard into you, feeling you tighten right away, and Hongjoong throb in your other hole. Seonghwa growled lightly into your neck as he fucked you hard, his pace slow but punishing, just how he knew you both loved. Your breathing stuttered, so close, and he picked up his pace, feeling Hongjoong gripping your hips to hold you in place and ground himself. You were all going to cum, and cum hard. Seonghwa rolled his hips, fucking you deeper, throwing his head back on a cry as you clamped down around both of them.

The immediate intense tightness and your screams of pleasure brought them both to their peak, Seonghwa wrapping his arms around your waist tight and burying his face in your neck just as he buried his cock deep in your ass. He huffed out a curse as he spilled himself into the woman he loved and felt the man he loved thrusting through his orgasm inside you as well, each of them filling you with creamy warmth. Hongjoong moaned in relief as he finally began to come down from his high, and you slumped in Seonghwa’s arms, trembling heavily. Gently, Seonghwa pulled out, feeling Hongjoong doing the same. You hissed in a breath at the stimulation, and Seonghwa lay you to the mattress next to Hongjoong, pressing kisses to each of his lovers and moving to the bathroom to grab towels for you each.

His legs shook as he stood, his body still tingling from the aftershocks of pleasure. He grabbed two towels, then turned on the water in the sink, waiting for it to turn warm as he cleaned himself with a washcloth. In the mirror he could see Hongjoong roll to his side, nuzzling into your neck as you raised a shaking hand to stroke his hair, the dim light coming through the window wreathing you both in an ethereal glow. His breath caught, as it always did when he caught you in a tender moment. He loved you both so much, and he wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky. Giving a dimpled smile, he wet one of the wash rags in the now hot water, then approached the bed, laying a towel over Hongjoong’s groin, letting the man clean himself while he took the warm cloth and cleaned the cum leaking from you.

Just as he tossed the wash cloth aside and dropped a kiss to your hip, your phone chimed to signal a text message. Seonghwa passed the phone to you from the floor, then cuddled up on your other side as you laughed weakly at your phone screen. He lifted a tired eyelid to see a message from Yeosang.

“Idk what Seonghwa and Hongjoong did to you, but they made you scream louder than my loudmouth roommates over here, so give them my congratulations and also SHUT UP.”

Seonghwa chuckled, and you shot back a text.

“Better get used to that 😉 “

Yeosang almost immediately replied.

“Oh hell no, we are getting rooms on the opposite side of every motel from you pervs from now on��

Giggling, you tossed your phone aside and turned to drape your leg over Hongjoong’s hip, snuggling into his side and Seonghwa rolled to spoon you from behind. Seonghwa gave a happy sigh, running a hand through your hair then settling to hold Hongjoong’s hand which rested over your waist. Just as you all were drifting off, he heard exaggerated moans from across the wall, and the creaking of a bed, followed by raucous laughter. Seonghwa made a note to smack each of his boys on the head in the morning.

[skyechild]

Sweet Dream pt.1

𖤐 pairing: Jeonghan x GN!reader

𖤐 genre: fluff

𖤐 warnings:

𖤐 wc: 600+

𖤐trope/au/kinks: road trip, non idol au

𖤐 summary:  Jeonghan was usually full of surprises, this time you were the one to surprise him. An idea for you both to go on an abrupt road trip to celebrate your 3rd valentines day together. After all, Jeonghan would be your one and only valentine for the rest of your life, the best dream you could ever imagine.

𖤐 notes: hey, surprise im your valentine for svthub, hopefully you enjoy this as it took me so long and with everything going on for me personally. im so sorry its short usually i write it longer. but this is only part one

𖤐special tag: @synthetickitsune

𖤐 tag list: @svthub ,

𖤐 Playlist: Crazy Form by Ateez, Getting Closer by Seventeen, Aya by Mamamoo, Limbo by Jun

𖤐Prompt: “You will always be my forever valentine.”

Jeonghan grinned as he spun you around into his chest. "Hi." You smile at his word and motion, looking up at him. "Hi..." A glance at the clock told you it was midnight on Valentines day. You grinned widely and looked up at him. "Road trip?" Jeonghan nodded, his own attention being drawn to the clock.

"Happy valintines day baby." He hummed before he nodded. "Where do you want to go?" He swayed with you in his hold gently, resting his chin ontop of your head.

You pursed your lips in thought as you rested your cheek against his chest, his heart beat strong in your ear. "Hmmm.....how about we just drive? Choose a direction and we just drive. Pack some clothes and when we get tired? We stop somewhere and stay there. We can shower there, sleep, eat then keep driving. We dont need a destination."

Jeonghan smiled widely. "Sounds like a dream." He pressed a kiss against the top of your head and nodding before releasing you. "Go get packed. Ill let our friends know, and our mums." You nodded and quickly disappeared into the bedroom you both shared, a grin on your lips as you shoved clothes and things into two bags. Most of it being Jeonghans clothes as youd rather be in his than your own.

You threw your bag onto your back and grabbed Jeonghans as you came back into the room just as Jeonghan appeared from the bathroom. "All done?" You nodded and grinned, repeating it back to him and biting your lip. Giddiness filling your system. The idea of a random road trip had butterflies swirling through stomach.

Your gaze locks with his as you grin at him. "Ready to go." You murmured to him as you got closer. "You let everyone know right?" He nodded, a smile on his own face. You beamed brightly as you hopped your way to the car. “C’mon Hannie.” You looked over your shoulder at him as he grabbed the keys, quickly following behind you, a smile on his face as he unlocked the car, letting you toss in the bags. 

It was well past midnight by now, about two am. You were excited. Not a place in mind, no ideas, just a road trip to anything and anywhere. Just like what you both did when you met in highschool.

The random road trips during winter and summer breaks with your friends that slowly turned into just the two of you as time went on. Sometimes you ended up skiing down the mountain snow, sometimes walking in the forest. Other times you just drove til you both decided to go home.

You slipped into the passenger seat with a small grin, watching as your boyfriend hopped into the drivers, angling yourself better so you could lean against the door and still face Jeonghan safely.

The corner of his lips quirked up into a smirk once he caught your position and gaze. "What? You gonna watch me the whole time i drive?" He teased and you rose a brow back, biting your bottom lip. "Perhaps." You laughed at the surprise on his face. Usually you werent so bold, but maybe the early hours of the morning and excitement changed it.

"Alright, ready to go?" You nodded and grabbed a blanket you had thrown in the back seat and placed it on your lap as he pulled out and started driving. Once Jeonghan's hand found its place on your lap as usual you held it tightly, smiling as you traced a line around his ring finger and the back of his hand. "Hey Hannie?" At the call of his name he glanced over with a hum. "Do you think we will be together forever?"

He grinned softly. "You will always be my forever valentine, So of course we will be." You tried to fight the blush on your cheeks, only causing his grin to turn into a smirk. "Something that small gets you all red?" He snickered quietly as he laced your fingers together.

"Forever Valentine. Forever my valentine."

[writingmochi]

cast: ateez & txt & enhypen ✗ reader

synopsis: a collection of ateez, txt, and enhypen works based on author's favorite radiohead songs

genre: variative for each member

based on: music radiohead's discography from albums “the bends”, "ok computer", "kid a", "amnesiac", "in rainbows", and "ok computer oknotok 1997 2017" (1995-2017)

status: subterranean homesick alien out now!

message from the moon: do remember that this is fiction and all the actions the idols do in these works do not reflect what they are in the real world. this is a non-priority anthology so all stories are standalone, won't have any schedule for deadlines, and will be written on my availability! also, note that the infos written below aren't the final one so i can add/subtract anything such as each of the synopsis which will have its final form when the certain fic is released

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you're turning into something you are not

cast: frat bro!sunghoon ✗ sorority girl!fem.reader

genre: romantic comedy, greek life au, college au, angst, mature content (smut)

inspired by: literature the prince and the pauper (1881)

it wears me out

cast: san ✗ fem.reader

genre: adventure, sci-fi, romance, dystopian, angst

inspired by: movie wall-e (2008)

you do it to yourself

cast: wooyoung ✗ fem.reader

genre: modern dystopia, thriller, tragedy

inspired by: tv show black mirror (2011-present)

this, this is our new song

cast: idol!hongjoong ✗ indie musician!fem.reader

genre: drama, coming of age, musicians au

i am back to save the universe

cast: jungwon ✗ fem.reader

genre: superhero fiction, adolescence, science fiction, angst

inspired by: comic cloak and dagger

ambition makes you look pretty ugly

cast: hueningkai ✗ reader

genre: content not available, set in the terra incognita universe

inspired by: error 401

they'd think that i'd finally lost it completely

cast: alt kid!soobin ✗ fashion student/designer!fem.reader

synopsis: after soobin's encounter with a person from his original timeline, he experiences doubts if he can settle in this new timeline or not. his alienation and existentialism take a spin in a new world he has to figure out himself, or if he could be courageous enough to ask you to guide him down back to the surface

genre: coming of age, slice of life, romance, drama, friends with benefits au, college/university au, angst, fluff, mature content (drug consumption and explicit smut), set in the time wave universe

this is what you'll get when you mess with us

cast: jay ✗ fem.reader

genre: drama, crime, romance, thriller, angst, mature content (smut)

inspired by: bonnie and clyde but with a dynamic of succession's tom wambsgans and siobhan roy

you know we're friends 'til we die

cast: seonghwa ✗ fem.reader

genre: content not available, set in the terra incognita universe

inspired by: error 404

we are standing on the edge

cast: detective!jongho ✗ detective!fem.reader

genre: crime, mystery, psychological thriller, noir

inspired by: movie se7en (1995)

the worms will come for you, big boots

cast: spy!yeonjun ✗ investigative journalist!fem.reader

genre: action, adventure, drama, agent au, angst

inspired by: movies from the 007 series: the spy who loved me (1977) and tomorrow never dies (1997)

i'm not here, this isn't happening

cast: singer-songwriter!taehyun ✗ up-and-coming actress!fem.reader

genre: drama, childhood friends au, fame au, angst, mature content (suicidal thoughts, manipulation, exploitation), set in early 2000s

help me get back to your arms

cast: movie character!heeseung ✗ fan!gn.reader

genre: psychological thriller, parasocial relationship, angst

there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

cast: yeosang ✗ reader

genre: adventure, action, mystery

inspired by: video game silent hill 2 (2001)

catch the mouse

cast: beomgyu ✗ fem.reader

genre: adventure, drama, thriller, road trip au, run away au, angst, mature content (smut)

inspired by: movies bones and all (2022), american honey (2016), and y tu mamá también (2001)

one by one

cast: guitarist!mingi ✗ session musician!fem.reader

genre: rock band au, angst

inspired by: documentary meeting people is easy (1998)

it is the 21st century

cast: niki ✗ fem.reader

genre: enemies to lovers?, high school au, angst, fluff

inspired by: folk story mulan

because we separate like ripples on a blank shore

cast: guardian angel!sunoo ✗ human!gn.reader

genre: fantasy, angel au, angst

inspired by: the boyz's roar concept (2023)

i don't want to be your friend, i just want to be your lover

cast: yunho ✗ reader

genre: drama, toxic relationship, friends to lovers au, angst, mature content (smut)

the beat goes round and round

cast: jake ✗ fem.reader

genre: time-loop, science fiction, mystery, drama, fantasy, romance, gang au

inspired by: movie groundhog day (1993) meets musical west side story

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let down ; exit music (for a film) - time wave

weird fishes/arpeggi - troubled pixies

all i need ; go slowly ; spectre - isobel

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Jongho, Yunho, & Ateez - Weekend Trip Flu

The staff had the best of intentions when they offered to rent a cabin for the members for a couple of nights. They were all exhausted after their most recent comeback and tour stops and desperately needed some R&R.

With the weather forecast looking just about perfect they all agreed, excited to get out of the city and take a few days away from any obligations. Their responsibilities would be waiting for them when they came back, but for a few days they’d be able to enjoy time away from staff, cameras, schedules, and studios.

Their excitement, however, was dulled about an hour into the four hour drive when Jongho, who had been napping on Seonghwa’s shoulder, suddenly woke up, asking the driver to pull off to the side of the road before immediately jumping out to be sick.

Yunho followed him out as he was closest to the door and rubbed Jongho’s back from an arms length. He felt absolutely miserable, his stomach completely unrelenting no matter how many times he bent over to be sick. After a few minutes Jongho sat down on the guardrail, completely drained from the exertion of getting so sick. Having a seat next to him, Yunho handed Jongho a bottle of water, softly coaxing him to take a few slow sips.

“I’m so sorry, I think I must be motion sick” Jongho said with a sigh, handing the water bottle back to Yunho. “This has never happened to me.”

“Why would you apologize for something like this? It’s not your fault” Yunho said with a sad smile. Jongho only nodded in response, silently heading back to his seat so they could continue their drive. Despite the fact that the thought of getting back into the moving vehicle made him want to throw up again he knew the sooner they continued on their way the sooner they’d get to their destination.

“Are you okay, Jongho-ah?” Seonghwa asked as his dongsaeng collapsed into the seat at his side, once again resting his head on his Seonghwa’s shoulder.

Jongho only hummed in response, not feeling confident that his stomach wouldn’t somersault again if he opened his mouth to speak. Seonghwa pulled him in closer to his side, lightly rubbing a hand over his stomach in hopes that it would help settle it but he knew that they were in for a difficult ride.

*~*~*~*~*~

Much to Jongho’s dismay, he didn’t fare much better for the remaining hours of their drive. He lost track of how many times they had to pull off for him to be sick and each time it was just as bad if not worse than the last. Hongjoong had taken it upon himself to empty all of their snacks from the plastic bags they had packed them in just in case, which ended up coming in handy a time or two when they couldn’t get off the road fast enough.

By the time they arrived to the cabin Jongho was on the verge of collapse, both mentally and physically.

“You’ll feel better once you lie down for a little while” Yunho piped in, grabbing his overnight bag from the trunk as well as Jongho’s.

Jongho nodded, leaning heavily into San’s side, waiting for the staff member who drove them to unlock the cabin door. Once they were able to enter San led him to the closest bedroom, sitting him down on the bottom bunk before pulling his shoes off and helping him get comfortable.

“I’m sorry, hyung” Jongho muttered as his eyes fluttered closed.

“Hey, stop apologizing. Get some sleep. We’re grilling tonight” San said as he pulled the blankets up over his dongsaeng. Jongho smiled but truthfully the thought of eating anything, let alone a heavy dinner, made him queasy.

“Thanks, hyung” Jongho whispered, mustering as much false enthusiasm as he could in the moment.

San closed the door behind him, feeling confident that Jongho would be up and about in no time.

“Well, this is definitely one way to start the weekend…” Wooyoung said tentatively, carrying the last of the bags inside.

“He’ll feel better when he wakes up” Yunho replied, doing his best to bring up the mood. “I used to get motion sickness all the time. It’s miserable but I always felt better after a quick lie down.”

The rest of the members nodded, knowing that Yunho was right. They had seen him painfully sick plenty of times on long flights and drives but it took no time for him to bounce back once he was finally on solid ground, so they continued unpacking and deciding who would stay in each of the three bedrooms, waiting for Jongho to wake up so they could start getting ready for dinner.

*~*~*~*~*~

When he woke up an hour later, Jongho was not feeling better like Yunho had assured. Quite the contrary, actually. He was shivering uncontrollably, his head ached, and his nausea was beginning to return. He tried to make sense of what his body was feeling, but his mind couldn’t get past the gnawing discomfort in his stomach.

As he stood up the Earth seemed to tilt even further on its axis, leaving Jongho feeling dizzy and unsteady on his feet. But he needed to get to the washroom immediately. Without another moment of hesitation he stumbled to the door, whipping it open and making a bee line for the washroom.

There were seven sets of eyes on him the moment he opened the bedroom door but he didn’t have time to explain himself, instead simply rushing across the small common area where his hyungs were sitting and into the washroom where he promptly collapsed to his knees to be sick for the umpteenth time that day.

This can’t be happening. I think I’m dying.

And to die in the middle of nowhere? How embarrassing.

Jongho’s thoughts were racing. He had never had motion sickness before and could only hope it would pass soon.

Yunho was the first to his feet, stepping into the washroom and closing the door behind him, signaling that he’d like for everybody else to stay put and give them some privacy.

The tension amongst the members was palpable, nobody quite sure what to say next.

Mingi finally spoke up, saying what was on everybody’s mind. “I can’t say for sure, but I can’t think of a time that Yunho got motion sick and didn’t feel better after being put to bed. Especially after an hour…”

Nobody responded but they all shared a concerned expression, knowing that there was nothing they could say or do until they figured out what was going on behind the closed washroom door.

*~*~*~*~*~

“Go away” Jongho pouted as Yunho sat down cross-legged on the floor next to him. Yunho chose to ignore him, knowing that there was no way he could be left alone in his current condition.

Once he was finally done he sat back, leaning against the wall to face Yunho who’s face was fraught with concern.

“I can’t believe I still feel so sick” Jongho said, taking a handful of toilet paper from the wall behind his back and wiping his mouth. “And I’m freezing.”

Yunho’s brow raised in concern. It wasn’t cold outside nor in the cabin so there was no reason for Jongho to be so uncomfortably chilled. Yunho instantly rose up to his knees, resting a hand against Jongho’s brow and confirming his suspicion. He was warm. Much too warm.

“I don’t think this is motion sickness Jongho” Yunho muttered. “I think you’ve got a fever.”

Jongho groaned, resting his aching head in his hands. They had been working so hard for months and finally had an opportunity to recharge and enjoy themselves. Why did he have to be sick?

“I know, it’s okay, just try to relax. You’ll be okay” Yunho replied, standing up and opening the washroom door. “Slight problem…” he called out to the rest of the group. He didn’t have to say anything else for them to understand what was going on.

“Should we call manager-hyung to come back to get us?” Wooyoung asked tentatively, breaking the tense silence.

“And do what, drive us four hours back home with him like this?” Hongjoong replied, feeling his stress levels increasing by the second. “It is what it is” he concluded with a level of finality as he stood up to help Yunho get Jongho back to bed.

“Easy, let’s take it slow” Hongjoong directed Jongho, who was less than steady on his feet. Once he was situated Yunho tried to coax him to drink some water but he refused, pushing the bottle in Wooyoung’s hand away weakly.

“Please try” Hongjoong pleaded with him. “You’re going to wind up dehydrated at this rate. Honestly you probably already are.” Jongho sighed, not wanting to further upset his hyung, taking a few small sips with Yunho’s help.

“Good boy” Hongjoong said, his tone unintentionally patronizing, patting his head as he laid down. “Now get some sleep. We’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Jongho didn’t have to be told twice. He was absolutely exhausted and took no time at all to doze off.

*~*~*~*~*~

The mood was markedly low for the remainder of the evening, nobody able to fully relax knowing that their maknae was so poorly. Wooyoung, San, and Seonghwa put their focus on getting dinner on the table while Mingi and Yeosang finished unpacking Mingi’s bags. Mingi was initially going to be sharing a room with Jongho but was diverted to the room being shared by Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San as they were hesitant to allow Mingi to share a room with Jongho in the event he was contagious.

Once dinner was ready San knocked quietly on the door to Jongho’s room before opening it a crack finding Jongho asleep with Yunho sitting at the edge of his bed rewetting a compress and placing it back on Jongho’s forehead. Hongjoong was sitting on the top bunk furiously typing on his phone with his brow knit.

“Dinner’s ready. Table is set outside when you’re ready to come out” San said quietly, not wanting to wake Jongho.

“The closest pharmacy is an hour away. And that’s by car” Hongjoong said out loud, tossing his phone onto the mattress next to him. “And I didn’t bring any medication. San-ah, ask around to see if anybody brought anything.”

San nodded, excusing himself from the doorway. Wooyoung was the only one he brought any medication at all, a bottle of pain killers in anticipation for a possible hangover from a night of alcohol-fueled fun that didn’t appear to be coming to fruition.

“It’s better than nothing I guess,” Seonghwa said as he poured a couple tablets into his hand. “I can’t believe I didn’t bring my med bag” he muttered under his breath as he disappeared back into their cabin, leaving the rest of the members outside picking at their food completely helplessly.

“When did it get so windy?” Mingi asked after a few minutes of silence, drawing Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung’s attention to the change in the weather that they had all failed to notice, too engrossed in their own thoughts.

“Shit, look behind you” Yeosang said, looking up from his plate for the first time since Seonghwa had gone back inside. There were dark clouds rolling in as the wind continued picking up.

“Awesome,” Wooyoung mumbled, standing up and grabbing his plate in one hand and Yeosang’s in the other. “It’s going to storm. Bring everything inside.”

They were only a few hours into their vacation and it was already shaping up to be a memorable one. Just not memorable in the way they had hoped.

*~*~*~*~*~

Nobody slept well that night.

Between the rain pelting the roof and the windows, the thunder, and Jongho getting up repeatedly to be sick, everybody spent the night lying awake before dozing off, just to be startled awake again by another boom of thunder.

“I’m so fucking tired” Mingi grumbled into his breakfast plate. “I was tired when we left the city and now I’m even more tired.”

“Hyung said it wasn’t supposed to rain but it hasn’t stopped raining since last night. And why is it thundering so much?” Wooyoung whined, piling on to the negativity.

Everybody else was silent until Yunho emerged from Jongho’s room where he had spent the night trying to keep their maknae comfortable. Hongjoong had spent part of the night up with them as well until Yunho sent him away, assuring him that all was under control.

“How’s he doing?” Seonghwa asked, feeling guilty for how exhausted he sounded, knowing that Yunho had to be exponentially more tired after his long night with Jongho.

“I don’t know. He’s sick. I don’t think he’s any different than yesterday” Yunho responded as he flopped down at the kitchen table. He looked and sounded miserable.

“I’ll give him some more of the medication today. We can deal with what we have, but I don’t want him getting worse” Hongjoong chimed in, doing his best to keep his head from drifting down to the table. “And you, Yunho, need to take a rest. I’d like for you to head to bed after you’re finished eating, understood?”

Yunho was looking down at the food on his plate, seeming oblivious to everything going on around him, including Hongjoong’s instruction.

“Yunho” Seonghwa interjected softly, resting a hand on his dongsaeng’s forearm but he was cut off by the sound of Jongho’s door opening.

“Yunho-hyung” Jongho called weakly from the doorway, his eyes red from crying.

Leaving the rest of his breakfast on his plate, Yunho quickly put an arm around Jongho’s shoulders and guided him back to his bed.

*~*~*~*~*~

Jongho had woken up from a nightmare to find that Yunho had moved from his spot next to him on the bed where he had sat all night, easing Jongho back to sleep when he was startled awake by the thunder or yet another bought of nausea.

“Yunho-hyung” Jongho tried to call out but his voice was hardly above a whisper, his throat raw from vomiting repeatedly.

He couldn’t help but feel guilty. He knew for a fact that Yunho hadn’t gotten any sleep the night prior but he was craving his comforting presence.

Maybe it was selfish of him but he was cold, emotional, and felt sick and in a great deal of pain. And he wanted his hyung.

He managed to get himself to the bedroom door with some effort, using the wall to steady himself before opening it and calling for his hyung. Yunho was at his side almost instantly, helping him back to bed and under his blankets.

“Hyung…” Jongho said, wiping tears from his eyes and off of his cheeks. “I had a nightmare. There was an accident. None of you were okay…”

Yunho quickly hushed Jongho, not wanting him to have to recount what had happened. “We’re all just fine. You just saw everybody at the table, right?”

Jongho nodded, fighting to keep his eyes open. Yunho smiled tiredly and encouraged him to get some sleep.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up.” he assured, pushing Jongho’s hair from his warm forehead. “I promise.”

*~*~*~*~*~

With nobody in a very talkative mood they all got up one by one from the table. Wooyoung mumbled something about trying to take a nap and was followed quickly by Mingi and Hongjoong who decided to do the same.

“Want to watch a movie?” San asked the rest of the members, garnering an unenthusiastic response.

“I don’t know, we could have done that at home” Yeosang said with a sigh. “But yeah, sure, I guess that’s fine.”

“It’s not like there’s much else to do” Seonghwa added, glancing at the continuing downpour outside.

This trip was turning out to be a major bummer.

*~*~*~*~*~

The storm didn’t let up at all for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon. Everybody had managed to get a little sleep, their bodies simply too exhausted to allow the rain and thunder to keep them up any longer. Even Jongho managed to get a few hours of rest without waking up to be sick.

Their rest, however, was cut short when a deafening crack of thunder sounded nearby the cabin, followed by a bolt of lightening that illuminated the dark, cloudy sky.

And then silence and darkness.

The TV that Seonghwa, Yeosang, and San had on for background noise went black, the constant whirring of the overhead fans in the bedrooms suddenly ceased, and every light, even the tiny displays on the stove and microwave, had gone dark.

“What the fuck just happened?” Wooyoung’s voice called out from the bedroom where he had been napping.

“Is everybody okay?” Seonghwa asked, his voice sleepy from his nap.

In a matter of moments everybody emerged from their respective rooms, trying to figure out what was going on.

“No power? Seriously?” San said with a frown. He had been trying to remain positive but was rapidly approaching the end of his rope.

“Hyung, I want to go home” Jongho whined, emerging from his bedroom for the first time since they arrived, not including his nauseated dashes to the washroom. Everybody’s frustration was quickly replaced by intense sympathy for their maknae, who was looking unnaturally pale, save for the red spots on his cheeks from the temperature he was still running.

“Jongho, come back to bed bed” Yunho said, appearing in the doorway behind Jongho and grabbing him around the shoulders for support before he could collapse.

“I’m tired of being in bed. I want to stay out here” Jongho responded with a pout. Yunho’s eyes flitted to Seonghwa who nodded slightly, giving Yunho permission to bring Jongho to the couch where he promptly laid down, pulling the blanket off the back of the couch in an attempt to subdue his chills. “Somebody start talking. Tell a funny story. Anything to take my mind off of being sick.”

The members quickly obliged, as Yunho took a seat next to Mingi, resting his head heavily on his shoulder.

“Have you gotten any sleep since we’ve gotten here?” Mingi asked quietly. Yunho responded with a shake of his head before Mingi ran a hand through his hair, trying to get him to relax.

Hongjoong turned to Mingi with a look of concern.

“Did he sleep?” Hongjoong mouthed to him from across the room. Mingi shook his head. Yunho sighed at the movement before closing his eyes again.

“That’s it, just shut your eyes and get some sleep” Mingi whispered and within minutes he was out like a light.

*~*~*~*~*~

By the time Yunho woke up a few hours later he found himself unexpectedly alone on the couch. He sat up slowly glancing around for the rest of his team before he heard muffled voices.

“He can’t take any more tablets for another few hours, hyung.”

“I don’t know what else to do, he’s burning up.”

“Sang-ah is drawing him a cool bath.”

Yunho felt disoriented, unable to identify who’s voices he was hearing and where they were coming from. Logically he knew that the cabin was small yet the voices sounded kilometers away.

“Do you really think that will be enough?”

“I don’t know but it’s worth a try…”

“Keep your voice down. Yunho’s asleep. He needs the rest.”

Yunho couldn’t think clearly. He collapsed back into the couch pillows wondering if he had actually woken up or if he was still asleep and currently. But his train of thought was cut off as sleep pulled him back under.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yunho had no concept of time when he woke up again. He could have been asleep for minutes or hours but the cabin was quiet again.

Despite getting a bit of rest Yunho still felt exhausted and out of sorts.

And then his stomach turned violently.

It took him a moment to realize what was happening and even once he realized that he was feeling sick he still felt confused. He suddenly realized that he didn’t quite remember where they were or why it was so dark. The silence in the cabin made him feel uncomfortable as he tugged at the collar of his sweatshirt.

Why is it so stuffy in here?

Am I the only one here? Did everybody else leave?

What if they forgot me here?

Maybe they left me here on purpose?

His thoughts continued to race until the silence was broken by soft voices coming from one of the bedrooms. He let out a sigh of relief, glad to know that he wasn’t alone and cautiously made his way to the door which had been left open a few inches. He peered inside, still unable to place the voices he was hearing.

“This was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake.”

Hongjoong was currently pacing across the floor as Seonghwa sat watching, knowing better than to try to interject when Hongjoong was worked up into such a state. He’d settle down shortly and Seonghwa would be there to reassure him once he did, but for now Hongjoong just needed to let it out.

“Renting a cabin? In the middle of nowhere? Why did any of us think this would be a good idea?” Hongjoong added, throwing his hands in the air. His voice was hushed and hardly audible over the sound of rain drops pounding on the roof overhead.

“And all we have is fucking ibuprofen? How stupid are we, Hwa? We can’t even take care of the maknae…”

Yunho’s heart began to race. He felt like he was suffocating. There was something about the conversation that made him feel like he shouldn’t be listening in.

“Don’t even get me started in this storm. How many times did we look at the forecast? It came out of nowhere. And the power…” Hongjoong’s frustration had reached a fever pitch before he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “Hwa, I just can’t handle anything else going wrong. Seeing Jongho that out of it and Yeosang crying while trying to get him into the bath…”

Seonghwa finally intervened. “None of this is within your control, Joong. It’s not in anybody’s control. But we’re going home tomorrow morning. What else could go wrong at this point?”

Yunho’s head started to spin.

What else could go wrong?

The last thing he wanted to do was cause his hyungs further stress. But something was going wrong. Very wrong.

Yunho raised his hand to knock on the door but suddenly he felt too weak, instead tripping into the bedroom deliriously, startling both Seonghwa and Hongjoong. And then there were words coming out of his mouth. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying but he could hear his own voice ringing in his ears. He looked up to see Hongjoong approaching him. His mouth was moving but he couldn’t hear a word he was saying. He was able to take one more step forward before his body gave up, doubling over and vomiting all over the floor.

“Sorry, let me clean that up” Yunho said before stumbling into somebody’s arms. And that was the last thing he remembered clearly.

*~*~*~*~*~

Seonghwa had spoken too soon. Apparently there was more that could go wrong, and it happened to burst through the door almost immediately after the words had left his lips.

Yunho was babbling nonsensically - an attempted apology that seemed to go off the rails almost immediately. Seonghwa wasn’t even sure if the words coming out of Yunho’s mouth were actual words at all or if he was simply stringing together a handful of syllables incoherently.

Hongjoong’s pacing immediately stopped as he rushed to Yunho’s side.

“What’s going on, Yunho-ah? Are you okay?” Hongjoong asked. A stupid question, he realized immediately. Clearly Yunho was not okay.

And then with no warning he was sick. Seonghwa sprung up from his seat on his bed, doing his best to ignore the vomit pooling at Yunho’s feet grabbing Yunho just in time for him to crumble into his arms.

*~*~*~*~*~

The only reason he knew that he hadn’t passed out completely was because he could feel Seongwha shouldering the majority of his weight and helping him to a bed. It suddenly dawned that this bed had been intended for him. He was supposed to share that room with Seonghwa and Hongjoong but he hadn’t gotten around to using it having stayed up all night with Jongho.

Jongho.

Jongho was still sick.

“No” Yunho whined, turning his head as Seonghwa laid the back of his hand on his cheek to check his temperature.

“Please relax, Yunho-ah” Seonghwa said quietly but his voice full of desperation. “You need to taken a few deep breaths.”

Yunho felt a hand lightly rubbing his chest, trying to get him to slow his breathing.

“No. No please. Jongho…” he managed to get out between shallow, panicked breaths.

“Jongho is fine, he’s asleep. Let’s focus on you.” Yunho heard Hongjoong’s voice assuring him.

Then there was another voice.

“What happened?”

“Wooyoung, please get him a bottle of water. And some towels so we can clean this up.”

“Yunho”

He could hear his voice being called by yet another voice but he couldn’t seem to remember how to speak.

“Jagi”

The voices seemed to be getting farther away.

“Don’t leave me. I’m scared” he muttered, feeling a hand wrap around his own.

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re alright. No need to be scared. I’ve got you.”

Mingi.

That was Mingi’s voice. And Mingi’s voice was the last thing he heard before being pulled into unconsciousness.

*~*~*~*~*~

Jongho was inconsolable.

“First I ruined our trip, now Yunho-hyung is sick because of me!”

It wasn’t often that they saw their maknae let his mask down. Yeosang was sure that he could count on one hand the number of times the number of times he had seen him cry like this, which made it even harder for him to handle.

“Calm down, Jongho. This isn’t your fault. None of it is your fault. Yunho doesn’t blame you for anything. These things happen.” Yeosang said as he ran a hand across his dongsaeng’s forehead and through his hair, catching tears as they slid from his eyes.

Yeosang’s ministrations we’re interrupted by the sound of Yunho getting sick in the bathroom again, derailing any progress he had made in calming Jongho down.

Hongjoong heard his latest sob, thinking quickly and grabbing his noise canceling headphones that he usually reserved for long work sessions in which any interruption would be detrimental, as well as Seonghwa’s black sleep mask.

“Alright maknae, no more of this” Hongjoong said lightly as he entered, seeing a look of relief cross Yeosang’s eyes. They took a moment to connect the headphones to Jongho’s phone and slipped them on along with the mask. The tension in Jongho’s body almost immediately dissipated and within a few minutes his breathing evened out indicating that he had fallen asleep.

“How’s Yunho doing?” Yeosang asked quietly just before a pained groan sounded from the washroom.

“Just about like that” Hongjoong said with a sigh, not wasting another moment before leaving Jongho in Yeosang’s care to check on Yunho.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yunho was sitting on the washroom floor, leaning heavily into Seonghwa’s side as Mingi dabbed the nape of his neck with a cool cloth. Wooyoung stood in the doorway, caught between wanting to help and not wanting to get in the way.

“You’re so warm, love” Seonghwa cooed quietly in Yunho’s ear. “Can we try a little food and medicine?”

Yunho shook his head against Seonghwa’s shoulder, eliciting an audible sigh from Mingi.

“Yunho, please try. We’ve got to get your temp down” Mingi’s tone was pleading. Hongjoong overheard and knew that it was time to step in.

“I know you’re not feeling well Yunho. We can do a little food and meds, or we can do a cool shower. The choice is yours” Hongjoong said kindly but in a tone that indicated that there was no third choice. “And no, Hwa-hyung isn’t going to save you from your mean old captain” he added.

“No shower” Yunho mumbled, getting a quick nod from Seonghwa.

“Alright, let’s get you off the floor then” Seonghwa said, giving Yunho a comforting squeeze around his shoulder before helping Mingi get him to his feet.

*~*~*~*~*~

The following morning came early but, as far as everybody was concerned, it couldn’t come early enough.

San and Wooyoung packed everybody’s bags the night prior, leaving out a set of clothes for everybody and a set of pajamas for Yunho and Jongho to travel home in. By the time their manager pulled up to get them all everything was already outside the door and ready to be loaded into the van.

And, as luck would have it, the sun was shining outside and the power had kicked back on that morning.

“Did everyone have fun? The weather at home was stunning, was it nice here too?” Wooyoung and San didn’t respond, simply grabbing bags to pack into the van.

Once everything was packed and they were ready to leave Hongjoong emerged with an armful of pillows and blankets, followed by Seonghwa with an armful of Yunho and Yeosang with an arm full of Jongho. They silently got the two sick members situated for the ride home as best as they could and stashed a collection of plastic bags for emergency purposes before setting off.

“Hyung,” San said quietly to the manager, who still wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. He had dropped off seven excited boys and one who had to sleep off some motion sickness and had picked up five exhausted and miserable boys and two who looked extremely feverish and fluish. “We appreciate the thought from you and the other staff for booking our trip. But please, never send us to a cabin again.”