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ad0rechuu · 11 months

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★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (025) kang pompompurin

WORD COUNT. 1384

WARNINGS. hate comments and hints at anxiety

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOU JUST DECIDED THAT THIS WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED ROCK PAPER SCISSORS WITH YOUR MEMBERS.

You scan your surroundings carefully, eyes moving from the paper in your hand to the sign plastered on the building in front of you. It’s exactly the same as the one that Seulgi had shown you before you left.

‘Hanuelsan.’

You adjust your headphones and step inside without much thought, repeating the words you had to say to the cashier in your head.

As you joined the short queue, you finally look around. It isn't busy inside the small cafe as it's close to dinner time. The day was coming to an end for most. But for people like you, it had only just begun. You were kind of grateful that you had to wear a mask and disguise in public; the dark circles underneath your eyes aren't the most appealing to your fans.

Before you know it, it's your turn in line. You lower the volume on your headphones and make eye contact with a girl. She regards you politely, greeting you with a pretty smile.

“Hello, I’m here to pick up an order for.. Kang Pompompurin—?!” You pause abruptly and try to regain your composure. But your voice only gets quieter the more you spoke as the embarrassment settles in. “..Yes. I’m here to pick up an order placed by, uhm.. Kang Pompompurin.”

Out of all the names to choose, she just had to use the one of her favorite Sanrio character.

If the cashier feels your embarrassment, she does a good job at hiding it. She nods and checks something on the cash register in front of her.

“Your order will be ready shortly. Please feel free to take a seat while you wait.”

You thank her and walk to a seat in front of the window, closest to the register. It's peaceful, a feeling you aren’t really used to.

Opening your phone you look trough social media. Specifically, the comments underneath your and Fatou’s new cover.

There are so many encouraging ones from people that support you and STAR, but the ones that stand out to you the most are the rude ones— the comments that tell you how bad you are at everything and that you should just quit or worse.

What if they are right? What if you really make your members and everyone else you associate with look bad? What if you are really that horrible to hear and look at? What if all those shooting stars only like you out of pity? What if—

“Order for Kang Pompompurin?” An employee calls out.

The sound of his voice interrupts the black hole your own thoughts dragged you into. You quickly stand up and make your way to the counter.

You nod along as he reads up your order, before noting the soft, mischievous sound of it with a small smile.

As he asks if the order is correct, you finally make eye contact. The confirmation in the back of your throat dies when you find yourself greeted by a familiar face.

The sharp eyes, well-shaped nose, and wide shoulders make him look like some sort of hidden Greek— well, Korean god. But the soft dimple and freckles lining his neck make him look so damn adorable. It’s a sight you’ve only ever seen in pictures before.

“San?”

His eyes widen at his name being called. You remove your headphones and pull the hood of your jacket down, as well as your mask.

Shock doesn’t leave his features but a childlike excitement joins when he gets a good look at your face. But it quickly gets replaced by concern as he reaches for your wrist over the counter, eyes darting around frantically. He pulls you closer and uses both of his hands to pull your hood back over your head. His movements are delicate, like you’re the most fragile thing on this earth.

A slightly red hue covers his cheeks when he realizes what he just did. He clears his throat and hands you your bag.

“S-So you were Kang Pompompurin. I was wondering why it sounded so familiar.”

You let out an angelic laugh that has the boy in front of you in a trance. “Seulgi ordered it. But I’m so surprised to see you here, dude.”

“Yeah, me too. I work here, my parents own this place.” He gestures to the whole cafe, which made you look around with much interest. He then points towards the pretty cashier from earlier, now busy in conversation with one of the other customers. “And that’s my sister.”

Your gaze finds its way back to San, your mouth slightly agape. “That’s so cool! I had no idea.”

He brings a hand to his nape, seemingly deep in thought. “You were actually my last customer for today. I-If you have time, would you consider having some coffee or boba or whatever you like with me maybe?

“It’s on the house of course!” He adds.

“You don’t have to do that, but yeah I’d love to.”

AFTER NOTIFYING YOUR members that you would be late, you two sit down at your previous spot in front of the window.

Time with San goes fast. He's exactly like you expected. Maybe a little shy but still really fun to talk to. It actually makes you sad that you hadn’t met him earlier in your life.

“And I loved your cover with Fatou, did you guys film it yourself?” He asks.

You nod. It feels weird having his full attention on you. You were used to being the most controversial member and people are usually more interested in what your members were up to rather than your words. Not that you mind, but it doesn't feel that way with San. He asks you questions and listens to your answers in rapt attention.

It feels… nice?

“Yeah, we did. You would be surprised how many times I embarrassed myself in public for my parts.” You reply, earning a laugh from him as you sip your drink of choice (which he refused to let you pay for).

You absentmindedly look at the big clock hanging on one of the walls. Your eyes widen as you catch a glimpse of the time. You're nearly late for evening practice.

San notices your bittersweet expression when you faced him, making his heart speed up a bit.

“I think I should go, I’m late for practice and the managers will be on my ass if they find out that I’m out alone when it’s nearly dark.”

The way he looks up at you as you stood made your heart hurt. The boy looks something like a kicked puppy (or kitty rather). Nonetheless, he nods and stands along with you.

“Would you like me to walk you back?”

“What way are you going?”

He points to the opposite direction of the way back to the company in response.

“No, thank you. I have to go the opposite way.”

You chuckle as he pouts at you. This guy truly doesn't know how much just talking to him made your day.

You take a step closer to the boy. “Can I give you a hug before I leave?” You ask, not wanting him to be uncomfortable.

San nearly chokes on air, but as nods frantically, like the moment was going to fade if he doesn't answer quick enough.

“Y-yes! Yeah, sure.” He awkwardly laughs.

You waste no time and move to embrace him. All the while, he timidly put his arms above your waist with a weak grip. You feel the warmth of his cheeks with the proximity in which you two stand by each other.

It lasts maybe less than 10 seconds, but San could barely contain his happiness, even as you two separated.

You grab your bag, leaving the flustered boy standing there. When you reach the door, you turn around one more time to wave and flash a hidden smile at him.

“It was really nice to have finally met you, San! You’re indeed very cute.”

As the chilly air outside reaches you once more, you make sure to remember the name of this cafe.

Because you have a feeling that this wouldn't be the last time you’d visit HanuelSan.

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snwusberry · 8 months

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BERRY PRESENTS pl4yg1rl.com

pairing: seonghwa x oc fem!zahara

genre: strangers to lovers, social media au, humorous, crack (guys i'm funny)

rating: 16+

warning(s): sexual themes (if at all), language, suggestive

synopsis: seonghwa who has been single so the longest time, according to some sources, and it's made him a bit cranky so his friends suggest a website to him to "get that stick out his ass".

BTW: this is sort of based off the song pl4yg1rl by lolo zouaï. it's a really good song and i linked in the title of anyone is interested.

status: ongoing

whole of ateez ☆ chaewon (le sserafim) ☆ winter (aespa) ☆ ryujin (itzy) ☆ mira (oc side character)

profiles #1 ☆ profiles #2

☆ teaser

#1: i don't sell drugs

#2: BROKE PEOPLE SHOULD NEVER LAUGH

#3: life comes at you fast

#4: the copy paste mfs

#5: fan behavior

#6: i'm emo now

#7: taehyunswife335

#8: FUCK THE MATRIARCHY

#9: don't shoot the messenger

#10: ain't been to no damn miami

#11: 🍅🍅🍅

#12: am i the asshole?

#13: he's a good man savannah

#14: please i'm a star

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#17: he thinks i'm pretty

#18: I'M FREE

#19: i was just hungry

#20: #singleandhappy

#21: i was a fool

#22: copy paste mfs

#23: i wanna be famous

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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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Ignominy

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ch. xxx - working from home

hybrid!san × human!reader

buy me coffee ?

warning : mdni, explicit sex, piv, unrpotected sex, creampie

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

The elevator let out a 'ding' sound and soon door opened and San casually stepped out as he browse through his mail. It was the firat time you stepped into his condo- well, it was the first time you stepped into a housing unit that is directly connected to a private elevator- and you were amazed. The foyer itself was amazing and the guest slippers felt like clouds on your feet.

Floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the city and the fact that the place was two stories high, a modern chandelier that looked so intricate it must be obnoxiously expensive, and tasteful artworks decorating the walls. Those were only some of the things you could point out because your eyes immediately zeroed in on the owner of the condo, tossing his mail carelessly on the kitchen island before pushing what seemed like a marble wall only to unveil what you would later discover is one of his fridges to pour himself a glass of cold water. The kitchen counter was of course white marble with black and gold patterns and bar stools on the other side, facing the fridges.

Noticing you were still standing near the entrance of his condo, San raised an eyebrow at you curiously, "Aren't you gonna come in?" He asked.

Embarrassedly, you shuffled off your shoes, set them aside and joined him where he was situated, standing across him on the kitchen counter, near the stools. It was bad enough that you were in your boss's place where he look so damn cute and comfortable, he HAD to catch you ogling at the freaking furniture. "So," you coughed out, throat suddenly very dry, "I got all the things you asked for," you said as you lift his laptop bag and another bag with several brown files filled with different documents and his work notebook. "Where do you want me to put it?" As you asked, you couldn't help but let your eyes wander around, wondering where he would usually work on when he's working from home. San took a sip of his water before nodding to the vacant spot on the counter near you, "Just put them there," he casually pointed out.

You began carefully placing each items out on the cold surface, mimicking how they would be situated on his office as San was quite particular in his placement. Meanwhile, San was looking at you with his sharp eyes, analyzing every move you made whilst thinking of your outing with his friends just the night before.

"Did you have fun?" the sound of his voice resonated, surprising you to the point that you almost let his note book fell to the floor. San surprised himself too by asking you that question, he wanted to not sound like he was paying attention to you. Not that much anyways, but just enough to think that he was being nonchalant. But he said it and the worst thing he could do was pretending as if he didn't just ask what he had asked. So he feigned a confident posture; wide shoulders back with his chin up and hands in his pocket, he casually walked to the side so he was parallel with you, "Did you have fun last night with my friends?" he asked again, this time sounding even more sure and clear.

Confused, you didn't know why he would care as to how you were feeling especially around his friends. But since he asked anyways, you didn't think it would be harmful to actually answer. "It was... Good..." you shrugged, eyes dropping to the bag in your hands as you continued taking his things out and placing them in front of you. "Define good," he demanded to you, genuinely wanting to know but his voice made him seem... cold. You looked up briefly at him, thinking of a more professional way to say "I had a blast shit talking you with your buddies and drinking our stress away from having to deal with your demanding ass" without risking your job. "It was... Eventful, we shared stories," embarrassing ones of you, "Shared out mutual understandings," how we think your mood swings higher and quicker than Jekyll and Hyde and that might have been due to the fact that he's your ex and he's being pissy because he's butthurt, "And even bonded over our interests," forgetting that we're working with a jackass using alcohol.

San nodded in understanding, but he kept going with his questions, "Were any of them about me?" all of them, "Some, maybe," you shrugged, plastering a fake smile in hopes he'd drop the topic. But of course, he didn't. "Well you sure seemed to bond well with them considering the photos you guys took and the jokes you all shared," he stated. You mistook his words as him not liking you being so close to his friends so you sighed and crossed your arms, "Look, if you didn't want me to hang out with your friends, who are coincidentally my coworkers, you should just say so instead of asking me questions like this, okay? And besides, I thought you were going with us too last night. Wooyoung said that Yeosang tried asking you to come but you shot him down rather harshly," you huffed as you folded the bag after the contents were all laid out on the table. San's eyebrows furrowed as he didn't know why you'd be all huffy and annoyed, but his eyebrows relaxed when he noticed what you said to him. "You wanted me to come with you?" he asked, the corner of his lips curling into a knowing smirk. Your body froze and your hand floated mid-air, realizing the connotation of the words you used. Shit, how do you cover your tracks?

Your silence conveyed thousands of words to him and despite understanding that it was a slip, it meant that it was what you felt deep down.

As you scrambled to finish up your task, San sneakily moved to trap you between his kitchen counter and his body. "You wanted me to be there with you last night?" he teased, voice appearing next to your ear that made your spine shoot up. "I thought you had fun with my friend, though. I saw the tweet Mingi made about your tits," his hands crept up your body from the sides of your hips up to your waist and then it found its home on the base of your neck and on your left thigh, dangerously close to where you have begun leaking. "If only he knew how supple and pretty your tits are," he said as he pressed his body onto yours, making you gasp as you felt the familiar twitch of his cock in his pants against your ass. "But nothing could compare to your sweet cunt," he said as he suddenly cups your mound over your pants, putting pressure on your clit over the fabric that made your muscles tense and legs snap shut, effectively trapping San's hand between them. "It was a good thing I wasn't there last night because I would've fucked you in front of them to show who you belong to," he stated, finger moving deftly against your clit.

Hearing his words, your head cleared up for a moment and you spat out the first thing that popped into your head, "But I'm not yours, I'm your ex." San raised an eyebrow at that, surprised that you talked back to him after being so obedient. He turned your body around and pressed onto you so hard that you had no choice but to lift yourself on your tippy toes and rest your ass on the countertop and San pushed himself to situate you further in. His hands trapped your body and his face got so close to yours, "But even that still has a possessive connotation," he smirked, pecking your lips once, "you're MY ex," another peck, "MY former lover," another peck, "MY first," another peck followed by him tugging your bottom lip from between his teeth, "and now you're MY assistant who's supposed to listen to my every word and fulfil my needs." And with that, his lips melded with yours in a steamy kiss.

You hated how right he was. No matter how much you wanted to deny it, even as his ex you were still somewhat his. No matter what you'll be, you'll always be his. But you couldn't complain when he was taking you so roughly like this, it even made the situation slightly better.

San had slowly taken your pants and panties off, pulling them and throwing them away somewhere you couldn't care much as he trailed kisses down the side of your neck. Your hands move to unbutton three of your buttons, successfully revealing your bra-clad tits to him. San pulled away slightly to admire the pretty lace decorating your chest, the pretty colour and pattern made you seem way softer to him. "Look at you being so obedient for me," he grinned, fingers caressing your slit gently, giving you the littlest stimulation that brought you a lot of pleasure, "And so, so wet," he stated, lifting his hand from between your legs to show you the arousal he gathered from your pussy. Your eyes widened when you saw him licking all of it slowly, making a show with his tongue and him shoving his digits into his mouth, obnoxiously sucking to the point that his fingers were covered with his spit. When San shoved his fingers in you, he made a demand, "Play with your tits." Your head was hazy with pleasure but his words still affected you, forcing you to be obedient and followed his orders.

The hand between your legs only increase its pressure and movement once you pull your bra down to expose your tits, deciding that taking off your shirt would be too much of a hassle. "If only Mingi could see you, he wouldn't know what to do with a slut like you," San chuckled, plunging his fingers harshly into your hole once while your fingers tweaked both of your nipples, successfully eliciting a moan from your lips. "You really wanna know what Mingi would do to me? He's a phone call away and he always answers me," you pointed out challengingly. San didn't like the sound of that, he didn't like the image of you being with one of his friends. With a growl, San pushed your body so your back was flushed against the cold surface and he climbed on top of you, not even caring that there was a chance that his laptop would fall off let alone the documents and his notebook that you had placed so carefully. San has your chin in one hand as his other was supporting his body while his bare cock (that he had somehow let out of his pants) was flush against your bare cunt. "You talk a lot for an ex that kept coming back for my dick," he chuckled darkly, grinding forward powerfully so that his tip bumped your clit harshly, "You're all talk but we both know the only person who can fuck you right is me," he said as he suddenly pushed himself in you in one swift thrust. It was a good thing that you were on your back and trapped by San or else you would've definitely been sent reeling over and possibly fall. "You're such a slut for my cock," San's hips bucked at the feeling of his cock being enveloped in your warmth, teeth sinking into his bottom lip from how good it felt, "I love it."

San began thrusting inside you without letting you adjust to his size first like before. You were surprised at how pleasurable the burn from his cock moving at a fast pace was, the drag of his cock against your walls sending your eyes backwards into your socket. The familiarity of the feeling of him being inside you was what you were addicted to. No matter how harsh he was, you could only find pleasure in his treatment because for some reason you felt safe, you felt like you were taken care of. It was an odd feeling to have whilst you were fucking your ex, but damn if it wasn't thrilling.

Each thrust of San's hips was precise and powerful. Some were just enough to have you sliding slightly from the surface and some made your back arch. San took this as an opportunity to have your tits in his mouth. The hand that was on your chin dropped to grip your right boob as his mouth enveloped the left. It was as if he was trying to prove something, his movements were possessive and erratic. Your jaw slackened at the feeling of San's teeth grazing against your pebbled nipples followed by a harsh suck. The overwhelming stimulation on your chest caused your pussy to clench on San's dick, pausing the movement of his hips momentarily as his cock twitched inside you. San moaned into your breast from the feeling of your cunt hugging him so tight. His body was right on yours and you could feel the vibration of his voice on your lower tummy, you swore it made you feel tingly inside and maybe even slightly ticklish.

"San," you moaned out, hips bucking into his and legs locking behind him, just under his ass to make him continue his abuse of your pussy, "Please make me cum," you begged. San let go of your slobbered flesh from his mouth, the air on the wet surface causing goosebumps to rise, he looked at you and pressed his lips on the corner of your mouth, dragging them slowly as he spoke into the skin, "Say it, say only I can make you cum." His voice was low, nothing but above a whisper but it was loud and clear in your ear. You even had to admit that he sounded slightly emotional, like as if he wanted to convey something.

The lack of answer from you made San reach down to smack your ass, forcing a yelp out of you from the sudden impact. He pulled away, eyes staring menacingly down at you. In this close distance, you could see his beautiful eyes, the little flecks of darker and lighter shade brown decorating them which made him look more intense. But even his intensity couldn't cover the emotion that was seemingly locked inside him, not even the beauty of his eyes could distract you from feeling that San had something to say. But you know he couldn't say it then. So rather than saying what you wanted to say, you say what he wanted to hear.

"You're the only one who can make me cum, San. I need your cock," you said through ragged breath.

The moment the last word left your lips, San connected both of your lips again in a searing kiss as his hips restarted their abuse on yours. His lips were doing an amazing job of covering your voice. Not that it mattered anyways since San has the whole floor to himself and if anyone even heard you, no one would say anything or complain to him.

Had it not been for the fact that San was on top of you, you were sure that would be a writhing mess. His cock felt too good inside you, each movement managed to hit your g-spot just right that it brought you to your climax quicker than you expected. Your thighs clamped on his tiny, slim waist and your hips stuttered as you came hard on his cock. San detached his mouth from yours so he could hear you moan loudly in pleasure, chest rising with the arch of your back as your body tensed. But San didn't stop his own movements when you came, he too was determined to follow suit. The overstimulation San was giving as he chased his own high made you whimper and grip his shirt tightly.

Under him, you were a mess and San loved it. He loved the idea of making such a big mess out of you and he seek his pleasure from it. From the overstimulation San was giving you, your second climax came barreling down, making you even more of a mess especially when your arousal spurted out of you and wet both your thighs and San's hips. The warmth of your juices was what pushed San over the edge, cumming with his face buried in your neck to muffle his scream of pleasure but also so he could be surrounded by the smell of you whilst his head was swimming in post-climax.

San lifted his body off of you, pulling his cock out before sitting back to enjoy the view of your sweat-slicked body and flushed skin as you tried to catch your breath. Your tits were still hanging out of your bra and the buttons of your shirt held onto dear life from being scuffled and pulled, almost to the point of being mangled. But even in such a messy state, San couldn't help but saw how absolutely ethereal you looked. The beauty was truly beyond compare and knowing that he got you to that state made his chest swell with pleasure.

"Name one other person who could turn you into this much of a mess I dare you," San smugly said with a smirk on his face.

As much as you would've liked to knock him off a peg or two, you know you couldn't. And that's both well-deserved on his part and annoying.

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jjuniesdaydream · 1 year

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ATEEZ as messages with my bestie

this was all from one teeny conversation, so it may not fit all the way but it was just too good imo

cw: jokes about 18+ stuff

a/n: omg hello i usually make much longer things than this but i just had to do this with a convo i had with my best friend :D

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iamthenerdqueen · 8 months

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The Red String of Faith - Chapter X

Idol!AteezXOCs Soulmates!ot8AteezXOCs OCXOC Slight Social Media AU!

MDNI 18+ ONLY

slight twigger warnings:Polyamory, group of 10, two OC's -feel free to replace one OC with yourself if you'd like- , listen this is an idea me and my best friend had and is something for fun read at own risk, not edited as always, also we are starting to explore themes such as bxb and gxg if thats not for you, this story may not be for you.

Chapter V, Chapter VI, Chapter VII, Chapter VIII, Chapter IX. Next

While Lia was getting her world rocked, Lyra was actually going on the date she and Mingi had haphazardly planned.

“Listen, you’re probably the only person I’ve met who hates cream cheese like I do and cream in savory food. It just gives me the ick,” Lyra said across the table to Mingi as they ate their dinner.

Really it had started a little awkward as they were trying to determine where to get food, both of them being not picky but also very attached to their comfort foods. Eventually, they came across a small restaurant that seemed to have a diverse enough menu and seemed private enough that it was comfortable for them.

“Exactly, there is something just gross about food with cream cheese as the base and cream. I like cheese in some things just not as the main thing in a dish,” Mingi said while chewing on a piece of his steak.

“Like we were saying earlier, we are not picky eaters, just not adventurous eaters.” Lyra said to him before giggling as he tried to wink at her across the table, it just ended up with him blinking at her. Their whole night had been like this, honestly since they had started getting ready in their hotel room they had been giggling or making each other laugh. Part of it was they hadn’t spent as much time together as they would have liked and were a bit awkward with each other, the other part was they were quickly finding that they were so similar it was impossible not to laugh.

They just sat there for a while chatting, going back and forth learning about one another, observing the others habits

“I’m sorry i’m eating so slowly, I-”

“You don’t need to apologize, you’re not eating too slow. I’m a fast eater, enjoy your food and take all the time you need or want, Bub.” Mingi just smiled at her as he continued to eat.

“Why do the two of you call me that, actually why do you have a nickname for all of us?” Mingi’s question was more than valid, they really had just been spitting out nicknames for the boys left and right.

“You know, I’m not entirely sure. It’s just something we’ve always done, well Lia started it when we were younger and it became a habit for both of us. It’s how we show some of our love I guess,” Lyra smiled at him and softly began to play with the fingers of his left hand that rested on the table between them.

“I like it, it makes me feel special,” there was something so charming in the way he smiled at her in that moment, it was almost hard to describe. It wasn’t like the sexy grins he would flash on stage, no this was something different. It made Lyra’s heart race and she could feel the heat rushing toward her cheeks.

This was all very different for Lyra, she had never been on a legitimate date before. Nothing like this, at least. Sure she had gone out with people, but there were never any real dates or anything where someone else had shown interest in her.

The waiter came and quietly left the bill on the edge of their table, before walking away to give them their privacy. Lyra reached over to her purse and began to pull out her wallet, she had full intent to pay. By the time she had gotten her card out of her wallet, Mingi was already handing the bill back to the waiter as he passed by the table.

“Uh, excuse me sir, I was going to pay,” Lyra said a little bewildered at how fast he had paid the bill.

“Sorry Doll, but you can’t pay tonight. I asked you on this date, so everything is my treat tonight.” Mingi was incredibly smooth when he wanted to be. In the next few minutes they were on their way out of the small restaurant and on their way to see the Paris nightlife.

The one thing Lyra loved about cities , especially ones as old as Pairs, was being able to walk everywhere and here there was so much history in the stones under their feet that made the nerdy side of Lyra come out just a little more than average. The real struggle was containing the urge to share all of her random ass facts stored away in her brain about Paris.

Lyra was losing the battle with herself pretty majorly as they walked towards the Champ de Mars gardens to sit and watch the Eiffel Tower light up the dark night sky,

“Did you know that it wasn't Marie Antoninette who said the famous quote ‘let them eat cake’ but it actually traces back to Jean-Jacques Rousseau about 24-years before the French revolution when Marie would have been 9 years-old or so.” Lyra was kinda rambling at this point but Mingi just listened with a small smile on his face and grabbed her hand in his as they walked. Mingi had a mask on his face, plus he had worn his glasses and had purposefully chosen some nondescript clothing. He wasn’t trying to hide that he was out on a date, no he really just didn’t want anyone to interrupt them or to take pictures of Lyra without her being able to make that choice.

“How do you remember so much? It’s like the whole world is locked away inside your brain, it’s so cute.” The mask on his face obstructed Lyra's view of his expressions, but she knew he was smiling from the way his eyes crinkled and the way his entire face lifted with his words.

They kept walking toward the gardens, playfully swinging their intertwined hands between the two of them. Their shoulders brushing against one another from time to time, it was the simple pleasure of just being with each other. It was peaceful to just walk with each other and to have this little romantic moment.

Mingi was even nice enough to place his own jacket on the ground so they could sit and look at the tower before them. It was one thing to see it during the day, but at night it was something completely different. Everything was as if they were two completely different people, no major things hanging over their heads. In this moment they were just two soulmates, together having a romantic date thinking about all the wonderful things they could do in this life with their 8 other partners.

“I was surprised when you asked me on a date earlier,” Lyra let him know as they stared up at the lights.

“Why? I was so nervous, I thought you’d say no,” He had pulled his mask down so they could talk a little more intimately and so they could read each other's facial expressions a bit better.

“I would never say no to a date with any of you, I love spending time with you. Every moment I get to spend with y’all is something I cherish and besides how else would I have figured out we both hate cream based foods.” Lyra laughed as she quickly kissed Mingi cheek and rested her head on his shoulder.

“But why were you surprised that I asked you out?” He asked her again a little more pointed this time.

“I’ve never been asked on a date before, I mean i’ve been on dates but either I had to ask to go on the date or it was more of a ‘lets hang out’ sort of thing,” Lyra said from her spot snuggled into his side

“How is that even possible?” Mingi was truly astonished at what she had just told him, it really made no sense that he was the first person to ever take her out on a date like this.

“Lots of reasons, Lia and I were two total opposites when we were teenages. I was the outcast and she was the popular girl. It’s a wonder we became friends before finding out we were soulmates. I was a very….” Lyra stopped for a minute obviously thinking back to that time in her life, “very weird kid. I liked all the nerdy things and had a very hard time making friends until Lia. I had a couple friends of course, but I was way too awkward so everyone treated me like the little weird kid.”

Lyra’s words hurt his heart a little, he knew what it was like to not be the most liked during school. It was never easy to be treated like that. But he didn’t say anything as she spoke, he just listened as she continued.

“I remember boys used to ask me out as a joke, something that could make all the other kids laugh. Every time it happened I felt a little part of me break and hide somewhere dark. I never felt pretty enough or well liked. I wore a hoodie everyday in highschool, even when it was over a hundred degrees outside. I became mean and harsh to everyone I didn’t consider a friend. I did my best to not be seen and to not see anyone else. I thought I was so ugly, that I would never be worthy of anything. Then Lia came into my life like a goddamn storm as she does anyone's life. Even as only my friend she never let me think for one second that anyone could make me feel less than. Reminded me all the time that I was worthy of anything I wanted and that I was beautiful,” Lyra stopped for a second to laugh a little bit, “I still don’t really buy the beautiful bit, but she changed my life and helped me find those parts I had hidden away. Looking back, I could have been a totally different person in high school if I was just confident in myself.”

Mingi sat, still just watching her. How could anyone, any stupid little boy, think that the person in front of him was anything less than wonderful. He considered himself the luckiest person on the whole earth, each of his soulmates were kind, gorgeous, smart, and they gave themselves so wholly to each other.

“They must be fucking idiots in that town then, because I know I would have had such a crush on you as a kid. Smart and funny, I would have been a fanboy practically. What did teenage Lyra even look like?” Mingi said, trying to lighten the mood and to make sure she knew just how much he wished he could go back a few years and find both of them sooner.

“I think I have my senior picture on my phone. OH! I do have photos of me and Lia from when we went to prom for sure. Let me try and find those,” Lyra said, grabbing her phone and instantly going to her photos app. As She was scrolling she saw that Wooyoung had messaged in their smaller group chat.

“Oh god, I just saw Woo’s messages. Dear god, I knew she was loud but the whole floor, and sir just for those comments. You ain't getting nothing tonight,” Lyra said playfully to Mingi.

Before long they were scrolling through young pictures of themselves, Mingi showing her ones from their days in high school and as trainees while Lyra showed him the ones from when they were in high school as well as some of the ones of her from college. Listen, nothing beats the outfits from bid day.

“All I’m saying is…. It really looks like a cult from my perspective,” Mingi said as Lyra showed him the ones from her last days as a college student.

“Sir, just no. It’s not,” Lyra laughed as he raised his hands in protest. She knew they would be on their way back to the hotel soon, so that he could get a good rest before the chaos that would be the next couple days before they were traveling again. They had already gotten some photos for the Ateez social media of Mingi in front of the giant building behind them, now they were just stalling. Sure they would still be just the two of them, but it felt like the date would be over in a sense once they left.

“Thank you, for bringing me here and wanting to take a little weirdo like me on a date tonight,” Lyra said as they once again were walking down the history-filled streets of Paris, pretending they were any other couple.

“Thank you Lyra, for saying yes. Yes to coming with me tonight, to all of this. You could’ve run, hell any normal person probably would’ve at the idea of having not one but nine soulmates. On top of that they’re idols and come from a country that is across the world. To jump head first into the idea of being with them and moving to the other side of the world just to be close to them.” Mingi stopped the two of them on the sidewalk so he could look at her face as he spoke, “I don’t think I would’ve if I were the two of you. I would’ve been terrified, hell I was when we first realized that the two of you were in the crowd. I couldn’t stop my mind from racing, the whole concert I just kept looking at the thread spilling over the stage over to the two of you. There was one point where both of you had your hands up and were dancing, you were holding each other's hands. I could see the tether to each of you so clearly. I just wanted to run to the two of you then, I was scared. I’m still scared of the unknown, but we're together and that makes it all okay, Lyra.”

Mingi gently titled her up and kissed her. And they stayed like that kissing and being with one another, so purely for a moment. Then Mingi pulled away and rested his forehead against Lyra’s so sweetly.

That's when they felt the first drops of rain fall against their hair, cold and wet. He pulled her back to him as the rain started to fall harder and kissed her again. It was like a scene from an old Hollywood movie, where the girl and the guy find each other once again against all odds.

After a second they heard a crack of thunder in the distance, turning to see where the lighting was and laughed as they began to sprint toward the hotel now only about a block away.

“Hey,” Mingi called a few steps behind Lyra as they came to take shelter under the entryway of the hotel “Lyra, I love you.”

“I love you, Mingi,” Lyra said as she leaned up to kiss him one more time. Before they entered the hotel and made their way back to their room.

After that night Europe passed by like a fever dream, they were constantly busy and on the move. Lia was still filming the content she needed, Lyra was helping the translator as much as she could, and the boys were so busy it seemed like they barely had time to sleep at night.

Before they knew it, the girls were boring their flight heading for South Korea. The plane that would take them to their new home, new life, all the wonderful and hard times ahead.

A/N: Shorter chapter to finish out our first arch of the story, YAY! Some cutesy fluff to follow the smutty smut of last chapter! Next, we will have another one-shot and then the start of arch two! WOOOOO!!!

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