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Baking Antics (Collab W/ Titch)

After a funny little discussion with my best friend, @ateezreactionsandscenarios. We decided on making a little collaborative post that we couldn’t resist but post tonight here on my blog! I hope you enjoy! <3

Post Date: 22nd November 2022 Content: Fluff/ Crack - ATEEZ (OT8) x Reader WC: 3.2K TW?: Best friends with OT8/ GN!Reader Request?: Nope

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The weather is getting colder, snow is falling outside and creating inches of layers on the ground and the rooftops. It’s the perfect time of the year to start baking some seasonal bakes and having a taste for something with cinnamon.

A cinnamon and apple loaf cake is a perfect choice and it’s your new favorite thing to bake. Usually, you had the peace and quiet in the apartment to make it whilst the boys were off busy with their schedules and come home to your freshly baked make. The scent of it lingers in the apartment for weeks and even the boys were getting addicted to your baking.

Now it was going to be a challenge with a full apartment. The worst time to want to bake. However, you were thinking that you were going to be able to get away with it, and the apartment has been silent for about an hour. You consider the idea that they were all doing their individual activities.

Part of you greeted the silence as you make your way to the kitchen to get started, but part of you also felt at unease, untrusting of it. They were too silent for your liking, they were never this quiet in the time you’ve lived with them. Never.

It was easy enough to find the utensils that you would need, crouching down to open the cupboard where everything practically was, organizing them one by one onto the countertop. Your utensils all matched, the bowls and the spatulas, even the spoons were all light mint green colored and it satisfied your little heart when you see them organized in front of you.

Just as you were about to go into the fridge, you hear the kitchen door open, flinching slightly as you look around the fridge door and a small smile makes its way onto your face when you realize it’s Hongjoong. Hongjoong has his headphones on, returning a small smile as he patiently waits for you to be done with grabbing the ingredients that you needed from the fridge.

“Do you need anything whilst I’m in here?” You asked with a small giggle at his little dance movements, not hearing you properly and replying with a small hum as he takes off one side of his earphones.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asks with the most apologetic look on his face, knowing he was getting way into the song he was listening to, to realize that you were asking him something.

Opening the fridge door open more, you turn to him again, “Do you need anything from inside here?”. You couldn’t help but laugh when he pouts slightly, nodding. He was so cute and for what?

“Just the orange juice please,” He laughs, thanking you when you reach out for it and hand it to him, his pearly white teeth glistening under the lights when he smiles at you, moving across the kitchen to grab himself a glass.

“Would you like any help?” He offers, nodding when you deny it, thanking him in the process but a lightbulb goes off in his head, “I’ll be back”.

Hongjoong disappears out of the kitchen and you giggle to yourself at how sweet and quiet he is, shaking your head in admiration for one of your eight best friends.

Then it was the task of getting the sugar and flour... From the top shelf. Right outreach. Contemplating whether or not you disturb the peace and ask either Yunho or Mingi to help, or climbing onto the countertop to grab it yourself.

Just as you make your mind up, you pull a chair over to the countertop, ready to step onto it, almost able to take another step up onto the countertop, Hongjoong returns and scoffs, pulling your attention away from the ingredients.

With crossed arms, he stares you down disappointedly, understanding your struggles but he doesn’t want you getting hurt, “No climbing,” he scolds gently, helping you down from the chair after placing his mini speaker onto the table.

“But...” You pout and throw your arms in frustration, making him laugh as he shakes his head, putting the chair back where it belonged.

“Why don’t you just ask one of the two giants we have?” He laughs, making a joking dig towards Mingi and Yunho, laughing even more when you shake your head.

He understood that you liked baking in peace for one, and secondly, he knew that you hated asking for help and assistance, always wanting to be independent but he wasn’t going to be the one to witness you injuring yourself.

Texting Yunho, Hongjoong smiles as he takes a seat at the table, turns on his speaker, and connects his phone. It now looks like he’s going to be your DJ, vibing buddy. You knew he wasn’t going to be a bother and will leave you to it.

Within seconds, Yunho comes bursting in through the kitchen door, grinning ear to ear and you knew instantly that Hongjoong dobbed you in it, “So you need my long arms to reach something you can’t, right? Short ass”.

“Careful, Yunho. I’ll bite your knee caps,” You bite back playfully, his laugh echoing throughout the kitchen as you point at the sugar and flour, refusing to ask him since he’s made a comment about your height.

Once handing you your ingredients, it clicks. He knows. Oh no, he knows. The grin and the widening of his eyes when he realises what you’re going to be making worries you, mischief behind those puppy eyes of his.

“Don’t you-” You go to warn him, but he’s already bolted out of the kitchen, and his voice could be heard from the other side of the door.

“Y/N’s making that cake! Y/N's making that cake!” He bellows, and you were ready to headbutt the cupboard door. Now your peace was officially ruined, turning to Hongjoong who just shrugs with a grin, too busy dancing to the playlist that he’s chosen to play.

You jump out of your skin once again with the loud bang of the kitchen door opening, Wooyoung slides into the room, his socks slipping on the floor as he goes crashing into the cupboards. Not even bothered that he could’ve hurt himself, only concerned about the fact that you were baking. Without him.

“Cake!!!” He screeches as he rushes over to you, gripping the bowl, thinking you’d ask him to help.

Pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index finger, you glare at his overly excited state, “What are you doing, Jung Wooyoung?”.

“Can I help?!” He repetitively begs, bouncing on the spot from excitement, the speed at which he was repetitively asking was enough to give you a headache, peeling the bowl from his grip and pushing him out of the kitchen.

“But I want to help!!” He whines, crossing his arms before they stretch out, holding himself in the doorway in an attempt to stop you from pushing him even more.

Ignoring his mini tantrum in the doorway of the kitchen, you walk back to your little station, getting everything ready, getting ready to make portions of your ingredients as you catch Wooyoung sliding over to the table to sit down whilst glaring at you with a pout on his lips.

Trying to recollect your patience, you go to make a start on measuring things out but your arms drop when you notice Yeosang strolling into the room, completely in his own world. Noticing that he was just minding his own business, you let it slide until you notice him having a little nose at what you were doing, looking at the stuff on the countertop.

“Would you like a hand?” He offers in such a soft and quiet voice, and to how polite he was, you were going to feel guilty if you said no.

Turning to him with a small smile, you nod at him and the sound of Wooyoung squawking makes you both turn to him as he throws himself onto the table dramatically, “Why! I asked first!”.

“Yeosang is quiet and knows how to stay tidy. We’d be in trouble with Seonghwa if I let you help,” You poke your tongue out at him before turning back to Yeosang, ignoring the continuous whines that Wooyoung made, “Can you measure out the flour, sugar and butter for me please? The recipe sheet is by the bowls”.

Yeosang gets straight to it grinning back at Wooyoung who’s given up at this point, chosing to annoy Hongjoong about song requests whilst you go on the hunt for apples.

It would be easier if you just chopped them but you were always entertained and in hysterics when Jongho breaks them in half, grabbing two of them as you shuffle towards the living room. Jongho is minding his own business, on his phone, and completely ignoring everyone else, not even noticing you standing there in front of him, apples are hidden behind your back.

Swaying and moving, you catch his attention from his phone, grinning at him as he glares up at you, already not entertained as you were acting too suspicious for his liking.

“Can I help you?” He asks with a small sigh, putting down his phone to show that you have his full attention, awaiting your request.

Without replying to his answer, you reveal the apples, holding them out with stretched arms right in front of you, grinning at him. The way he rolls your eyes makes you laugh, but you just continue to grin at him.

“What do you want me to do with those?” He asks, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Can you break them for me?”

“But why?”

“Can you break them for me?”

“You can just cut them.”

“Can you break them for me?”

“Just cut them?”

“Can you break them for me?”

Eventually, he gives in, taking the apples from your hands and keeping direct eye contact with you as he breaks them in half for you, your grin growing bigger as each half is returned to your palms.

“Thank you!” You quickly say before running back to the kitchen, stopping in your tracks when you notice Yeosang is covered in flour, most of it making it onto the countertop and luckily enough into the bowl.

“It slipped...” Yeosang whispers whilst stifling a small laugh, head hanging low as you make your way over to him, placing the apples on the cutting board before dusting him off and smiling.

“It’s okay, thank you, Yeo. You’ve been a great help but I’ve got it from here now,” You reply as you take the bowl of flour and put it with your other ingredients which he measured out.

Yeosang goes off to clean himself up and change and Wooyoung is dying of laughter across the room, Hongjoong is still just vibing to the music that he’s playing, probably lost in his own world again.

Thinking you’ve actually got the time to yourself now, you start to mix the ingredients together, welcoming the peace more now as you hope that the chaos is over.

Getting lost in thought and dancing to the music whilst mixing, you’re unaware of San and Mingi sliding into the kitchen, Mingi opposite you, leaning over the counter to see what you’re doing as San makes small movements towards you, almost breathing on you by the point you notice they’re there.

San’s head is over your shoulder, making you jump out of your skin when he whispers in your ear all excitedly, “Can I lick the spoon?”.

Putting the bowl and spoon down to take a deep breath, you switch between the two new additions to the kitchen gang. Thankful Mingi is just the other side of the countertop but you try to shuffle away from San to continue mixing, but he unconsciously follows you, repeating, “Can I lick the spoon?”.

Being so distracted by San, you were unaware that Mingi has shuffled from the other side of the countertop to the oven, turning the knobs and pressing buttons, the one button he presses makes a loud beep sound. Only then do you look over San’s shoulder to see him potching with the oven.

“Mingi, lovely. What are you doing?” You sigh, leaving the mixing bowl unattended for a second to see to him.

All Mingi does is point to the recipe and the oven, eye smiling at you, “You forgot to preheat the oven, you needed to do that”.

He was too cute to even scold at this point, patting his shoulder as you thank him, trying to hold onto the thinnest thread of patience that you have left. That was until you turn back to the mixing bowl and you notice that San has a small spoon in his mouth, also eye smiling at you.

“San, it’s not done yet!” You whine, taking the bowl out of his reach to continue mixing, luckily he only took the tiniest bit of the mix.

Pouting momentarily, he gets over it - well you thought - and joins Wooyoung at the table, those two being their usual selves, spoon held tightly in his hand as he glances between Wooyoung and the bowl.

Mingi has disappeared from the room, probably to go see what Yunho was up to and you were ready to continue with your mixing and baking. It seems as though everyone is entertained and happy at this point, leaving you to it.

Keeping an eye on the cake batter, you make a start by chopping and mixing in the apples with the cinnamon sugar. Oh, how you watched that cake batter with your whole life, also keeping an eye on San who’s just smiling at you, spoon held up in front of his face ready for his opportunity.

Now, you weren’t going to have an issue with Seonghwa walking into the kitchen, but your heart sinks when his face drops, eyes widening and his hands fly up to his head, holding onto it tightly after seeing the mess of the kitchen.

Looking around, you notice all of the dirty bowls and mixing utensils are scattered around the place, and there’s flour covering the countertop, you wait for him to scold you but he’s too speechless and becomes stressed in an instant.

“I- I cleaned this kitchen this morning... What happened?” Sulking, Seonghwa rushes to throw the dirty dishes into the sink, turning to see that the pile of flour on the countertop is bigger than expected.

You didn’t even want to bother him, you just continue on with your mixing and getting ready to put it all together in the loaf tin. However, you’re distracted when Seonghwa’s cursing to himself as he runs around, stressed to the high heavens as he tries to clean around you. It did make you laugh a little when he briefly looks up at you, bottom lip sticking out as he was scrubbing down the flour-coated countertop.

He was mortified, to say the least, but didn’t complain to you once, knowing that you just want to bake in peace and can usually keep the kitchen really tidy. He also knew that there has been chaos in the kitchen whilst he’s been keeping himself occupied.

Just returning to make a coffee, waiting patiently for the cake, Yeosang walks in and has completely forgotten that there’s flour in his hair, and this doesn’t go a miss by Seonghwa who by chance just looks at him. Slapping the cloth on the countertop, he stares him down, pointing at him whilst Yeosang is oblivious, confused as to why he’s getting the stare from his older friend.

“Is there something on my face?” He enquires innocently, brushing his fingers on his face until Seonghwa walks over to him and ruffles his hair, flour lightly falling off of it, “Oh. Forgot about that”.

Not saying a word, Seonghwa throws his head back in frustration, turning his attention back to cleaning, and it was time to tackle the number of dishes in the sink, scrubbing at them viciously.

Finally getting around to putting the cake together and putting it in the oven, Seonghwa goes to take the mixing bowl to clean however San rushes over and snatches it violently out of his hands, glaring at him before running off with it. Spatula and all.

“What’s that about?” Seonghwa’s face turns into a confused expression, hands out in front of him as though he’s still holding the bowl, looking down at his empty hands and you.

Leaning on the countertop, glad that it’s all over for now that the cake is in the oven, you tiredly turn to Seonghwa, nudging him out of the way to continue washing the rest of the dishes, “He’s been wanting to lick the spoon since I started mixing the batter, Wooyoung has been a pain in my ass and Yunho needs to behave”.

Gathering that you’ve had an eventful afternoon with them, he smiles apologetically since he left you alone and Hongjoong is still unphased, quite literally living in the music he’s playing whilst Wooyoung realizes that San’s ran out with the bowl.

“I want some too San!” You could hear from down the corridor, and you and Seonghwa break out laughing, there’s never going to be a dull moment in the apartment with this lot.

The kitchen is clean again and the apartment is starting to smell of cinnamon and apples, pleasing your nostrils whilst you’re all in the living room. You’re sitting next to Jongho who’s showing you funny videos and it was nice to actually spend some time with him whilst Yunho and Mingi burst your ear drums from getting excited over the game they’re playing.

Seonghwa is almost passed out on the other couch, tired from the amount of stress from that small amount of time in the kitchen, cleaning, and Hongjoong is back to vibing with his headphones on.

Time passes by and your phone rings for the timer, you excitedly get up and it was like Wooyoung knew that it was done too, being the first one to rush to the kitchen to watch you take the cake out of the oven.

Placing it on the cooling rack, you prepare the icing to pour on top, swatting Wooyoung’s hands away in the process as he continues to behave like he usually does when he doesn’t get his way.

Going to clean the bowl that you used to make the icing in, you hear Wooyoung huffing and breathing heavily, turning in amusement to see that he’s burning his mouth from taking a small piece, too excited to try the cake.

“It has only just come out of the oven, stupid!” You cackle as you watch him trying to cope with the hot cake in his mouth, frantically waving his hands towards his mouth to see if it would help cool it quicker.

After a stressful afternoon, you start handing out slices of cake, and coffee also going around with the help of Yeosang who luckily doesn’t spill any of it anywhere.

For once, you were actually comfortable with the silence as everyone digs into their cake, drinking their coffee and just enjoying the company of their friends. Maybe you’ll bake with them again, but for now. You’re going to stick to doing it when they’re on schedule.

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written-in-flowers · 6 months

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Be the Light: Pt. 1 (SeongjoongxReader)

Pairing: Hongjoong x Seonghwa x Fem!reader | Side pairing(s): Ateez x Fem!reader.

Word Count: 7k

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

AU: historical!au, arranged marriage!au, royalty!au

Summary: YN has spent her entire life in service of Han Sookmyung, Queen of Hanseong. She never dreamed above her station, or that she'd ever be in reach of Sookmyung's concubines, 'The Golden Ones'. But, when secrets are brought to life, her world is turned upside-down.

Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, heavily referenced torture (briefly), heavily referenced abuse (briefly), heavily referenced sexual abuse (briefly), enslavement, slight gaslighting, lost sibling, political drama, historical drama, joseon!au, concubine!ateez, nsfw content, virgin!reader, polyamory, polygamous, throuple, threesome m/m/f, oral sex (m. and f. receiving/giving), cunnlingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, virgin sex, virginity discussed

And thank you so much @daesukiii for beta reading this fic!! It's well appreciated!💕💕

Part 2 >

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"YN!"

You heard her howl your name from down the hall. The sound of her voice made you quicken your pace, a streak of panic striking through you.

"YN! YN, where are you?!”

Her voice sent ice cold water through your veins. You’d left her alone with the others for only a moment. What could possibly have happened in the span of five minutes? A slew of scenarios ranging in severity ran through your mind. Somebody brushed her hair too hard. Somebody smeared her lip paint. Somebody said the wrong thing or the right thing but in the wrong way. You preferred not thinking of what she’d done to that person.

“YN!”

You walked through the wooden hallway, keeping your head down to not draw much attention to yourself. A habit, you supposed, that you’d learned since being her handmaiden. Finally reaching her room, you gave the guard outside a single glance and he slid the door open for you.

“She’s in a mood today,” he told you gruffly. “You’d think after the night she had, she’d be more docile.”

“She’s never docile,” you replied. “I’ll handle her.”

“As always.”

You didn’t find her in the front room of her apartments, where servants put out her morning tea and breakfast spread. Walking past the red and cream colored couches, with their low wooden tables, you moved past more servants cleaning the window frames and floors spotless. You opened the doors leading into her bedroom. Two maids in plain hanboks changed her bed sheets and fluffed her pillows. They gave you both a concerned look, which you replied to with a nod.

“YN!”

“Your Majesty, I am here. What is your command?”

Sookmyung stood on a platform in the middle of her dressing room. Four girls dressed in white hanboks kept their heads down and hands clasped together, a sign of their subservience to the woman. Queen Han Sookmyung only wore the emerald skirt of her hanbok, her long black hair unbraided and falling down her back, and you saw the issue immediately. The top layer of her gown laid on the floor at her feet, a bundle of more emerald cloth bordered with golden vines.

“My command is that I want these imbeciles out of my sight!” she screeched, stamping her foot on the platform. “I told this one to bring the blue and gold one. She brought the green and gold!”

“A simple mistake, Your Majesty, I am sure,” you said calmly, walking further into the room. “Aro,” you turned to one of the handmaidens nearest you, “Please bring Her Majesty the dark blue and gold dress. It’s in the fourth box on the second shelf.” She bowed to you, then briskly left for the closet in the other room.

“YN, send them away. I cannot stand looking at them any longer.”

“You are all dismissed for now.”

The remaining handmaidens bowed, then left the room without a word. You moved over to her and began untying the skirt from her torso. Discontent still read on Sookmyung’s thin, oval face. Once the young queen flew into one of her rages, it was difficult to bring her back down. It was why you instructed the handmaidens to do as she said down to the last word. It saved everyone lots of trouble.

When you gingerly removed the skirt, leaving her in the underskirt and undergarments, you saw yourself in the long mirror. Your white dress nearly blended in with the brightly colored room around you. Like all female monarchs, she surrounded herself with handmaidens. The distinction was Sookmyung demanded her female servants be virgins, who all wore white to make Sookmyung stand out against them. Being the eldest of her handmaidens, a companion since childhood, your uniform differed in the red ribbon keeping your top half closed. Yet, even then you mustn’t draw too much attention to yourself. How can The Queen shine if her servants looked more beautiful than her?

“They’re such simpletons,” she grunted. “I do not know what is so difficult. How can one possibly confuse blue with green?”

“I am certain she misheard you, Your Majesty.” Deflect her displeasure. You glanced over to the vanity where someone laid out her jewelry. They’d chosen the dangling gold earrings and matching hair ornaments. “Look at this set, Your Majesty,” you gave a soft gasp, walking over to the jewelry, “These earrings are absolutely divine! Are they not?”

“They are fine enough,” she replied haughtily. “At least the fool chose something that matches.”

“Indeed,” you agreed. “I am surprised she had any fashion sense at all, to be honest.”

“My thoughts exactly,” she sneered, flipping a loose strand of hair from her shoulder. “Send the idiot away when she returns. You will dress me today.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty.”

When the girl returned, you took the long, flat box and dismissed her quietly. Not a sound. Not a whisper or a mumble. That was how servants communicated: discreetly and hurriedly. With everyone gone, only you two remained. You began unwrapping the separate pieces of Sookmyung’s dress from the box. The blue skirt remained plain, while golden dragons interweaved around her shoulders and along the middle of the top. The gold paint shined whenever she moved her torso, and the voluminous skirt gave an illusion of gliding instead of walking.

“I am taking visitors today,” she mused as you began brushing her hair. You took care not to let the brush snag in her waist-length strands. The ring on her finger looked like it’d cut your cheek. “Merchants and common people.”

“Your people wish to speak with you, Your Majesty,” you replied, pulling back her hair to start braiding. “They seek your wisdom and guidance.”

“As they should,” she said, admiring the golden ring on her finger. “I am their queen. They need to heed my words and obey them.”

You would’ve told her that giving advice and giving commands are different things, but you knew better.

After many failed pregnancies, King Siwon and Queen Jisoo finally produced a child in their fourth year. Sookmyung became her father’s sole heir to the throne. Being the only heir, the king groomed his daughter for rule. You wanted to say that Sookmyung ignored her lessons and took no interest in them, but that is far from the truth. Sookmyung devoured her father’s wise council and listened attentively at his elbow. She followed the master at arms around the training yard, learning how to use a sword and bow. She spent time in the stables learning how to tame and ride horses. Everyone hoped her eagerness meant she’d be a good and capable queen, but you knew better. Unlike the king’s council, you knew why Sookmyung took to the idea of ruling the kingdom so quickly.

There’d be nobody to stop her.

“I heard Kim Haneul wishes to propose to you,” you said, hoping the gossip keeps her occupied. You styled her hair up from her face to accentuate her facial features and long neck, sliding bejeweled pins to keep it in place. “He has had his eye on you for a long time.”

“Which one is he again?” she asked, stumped. “He isn’t the fat one, is he?”

“No, Your Majesty,” you faked an amused giggle. You grabbed her eoyeo meori, the circular wig with its golden adornments. Placing it as a halo around her head before pinning it in place, you continued. “That is Advisor Heechul’s son. Haneul is the son of the new Duke of Daegu. He’s that handsome one who won your archery contest at last year’s harvest festival. I heard from some of the maids that he favors you highly.”

“Of course he does,” she scoffed, double checking the work you’d done. “I’m a queen. He’s a common nobleman.”

“Yes, he is,” you nodded, “But he will approach you nevertheless, Your Majesty.”

“Who told you this nonsense?”

“One of the kitchen hands,” you told her, picking up a powder box from the vanity. “She said she overheard it from Haneul and one of his companions. I thought I’d tell you to prepare you for it should he ask today.” You then added, “I know how much you dislike surprises. I’d hate for him to spring it on you, and you be flustered in making a decision.”

“Yes, I do despise it.” She kept herself still as you began lightly applying powder to her face. “Haneul…Haneul…You say he’s the handsome archer from last year?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Hm, must not be remarkable if I did not collect him already,” she mused. A small smile crossed her face, “Have you seen my flowers today, YN?”

“I haven’t,” you answered honestly. “You know as well as I that no one is permitted in your garden.”

“Oh, my beautiful flowers,” she sighed softly. “They bring me such comfort.”

You saw her eyes glaze over as they did when she spoke of Them. Those at court called them ‘The Golden Ones’, but Sookmyung called them her ‘flowers’. You pondered on the men while you finished painting her lips. Upon his death, king Siwon had twenty-five concubines living in the “private gardens” near the king’s quarters. Sookmyung dismissed them all the morning after his death, determined to fill it with concubines of her own. You and her advisors told her queens did not usually take male concubines, since she is meant to marry and produce children. Sookmyung ignored all of you. During her war campaign across the country, she searched for handsome men to bring into her harem. Yet, with all things, she was picky. Her concubines needed to be ethereal beauties; they needed to be trophies that would make her the envy of the court. She eventually found them, imprisoned them, and then put them in the gardens to do what she pleased.

Sookmyung currently has eight concubines. No doubt should another war arise, she will steal more sons.

“Tell the guard to bring my flowers to the throne room today,” she said, admiring herself in the mirror when you finished. “I wish for them to be there. They do bring me relief on days like today.”

“At once, Your Majesty.” You picked up a purple perfume box, but Sookmyung shook her head.

“No, not jasmine. Hongjoong detests jasmine scents.”

‘He does not. It’s you he detests.’

“Then will you prefer the lavender or the rose perfume?”

“Lavender. It has such a calming effect on him,” she said when you started dabbing the scent on her neck and wrists. “My fiery blossom. I know he will be furious if that fool Haneul comes forward. His jealousy is only outmatched by my own, I’m afraid.”

“Well, seeing other men fawn over you must make him believe your love for him will wane and disappear,” a male voice said from somewhere behind you. “We cannot fault him for his emotions.”

You turned your head to see an old man walk into the room. His salt-and-pepper hair cut short, he’d left his thin mustache and beard growing past throat to his chest. Wrinkled by age, Senior Advisor Choi Wonshik served the royal family since Sookmyung’s grandfather’s time. In the red robes of a first rank advisor, he walked further into the room. He smiled at Sookmyung, giving her a slight bow as their eyes met.

“Senior Advisor,” Sookmyung said, looking back at herself, “What brings you here?”

“I came to see if you’d be joining us in the throne hall for petitions this morning,” he asked. “The other advisors and I believe it will show the people an image of concern if you are seen on your father’s throne-”

“-You mean my throne,” she cut him off. “I am the queen.”

“Apologies, Your Majesty,” he smiled, giving a nod of the head, “Old habits die hard.”

“Or easily,” you heard her mutter. “But, yes I will be there today. Tell the other officials to worry.”

“That is a relief to hear,” he grinned. “We look forward to seeing you there.”

“Mhm-hm.”

His attention turned to you, “Good day, YN.”

“Good day, Senior Advisor,” you gave a slight bow and a smile.

It was the briefest of glances but you noticed it right away. Eyes lined with crows feet looked between you and Sookmyung, with a certain disappointment lingering in them. The expression did not sit right with you, but it was not your place to question. Advisor Choi left, and you and Sookmyung were alone again. He seemed to be filled with words he could not say out loud. Then again, many people did the same. It was Sookmyung’s chuckle that caught your attention.

“The old man likes you,” she cackled. “Out of all the men in the world, it’s the ancient one.”

“He was being polite,” you said to her, cheeks burning from her laughter.

“He doesn’t have to be ‘polite’ to you,” she said. “He outranks you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted you as his concubine. It is disgusting to think about,” she shuddered, “Those knobbly hands on you and those lips. Don’t worry, YN. I won’t let him touch you.”

“That is kind of you, Your Majesty.”

“You must be envious of me, YN. I have my beautiful flowers and you have nobody,” she said thoughtfully, “I spend ages worshiping Seonghwa’s gorgeous body or listening to Jongho sing and you're here all alone. It must be sad."

“It can be, but I hope one day that will change,” you told her. You grabbed the blue overcoat from the box, letting her stand to put it on her. “I may find someone who is patient and clever. The kind of man who treats his lady well and is gracious and kind.” A man such as Seonghwa. But, that was a thought you immediately pushed out.

“Men like that are needles in a haystack. Only I have been fortunate to find such lovely beauties like my flowers,” she said. “Like Hongjoong…”

You followed her out of the bedroom. Hongjoong’s face came to the forefront of your mind. The last of Sookmyung’s flowers, he’d quickly become her favorite. You saw how he fawned over her, and constantly whispered things in her ear that made her giggle. Secretly, you wished it was you he whispered to, but you knew that wouldn’t be. Hongjoong is placed far out of your reach, just like the rest of them. As you followed her out of her room, you bit your lip thinking about the last time she made you stay in their “garden”. Sookmyung took delight in seeing you flustered and squirming when she took one of them. Like all her handmaidens, you’d kept your virginity intact, which she enjoyed teasing you about. But, if you had your pick, you'd have him or Seonghwa. Possibly even both.

Four men dressed in black and red leather armor met you outside her chambers. You whispered the summons to one of them, and he passed it along to one of the guards at the main doors. A wooden palanquin sat at the bottom steps of the residency building, a red awning keeping the sun from hitting Sookmyung as she climbed inside. You, however, stayed on the outside. You eyed the spot beside her, a seat wide enough for you both to fit, but you knew she’d never offer it to you. The queen rides in the palanquin. Her handmaiden walks.

“But you wouldn’t understand anything about that,” Sookmyung giggled as the footmen lifted the litter and the group moved. You walked steadily at her side, making sure to keep yourself in step. Move too slow, and she’ll complain that you’re lagging behind. Move too quickly, and she’ll accuse you of trying to upstage her. “You are unmarried and are still a virgin.”

“That does not mean I cannot love, Your Majesty, or understand how it works,” you replied calmly. You sensed the taunt skirting around her words, and you braced yourself for more. “I see how Hongjoong and the others are when you’re in their presence. It is like seeing heaven on earth. They worship you. They adore you. I think we all can only hope for such love to come into our lives.”

“How sweet,” she pouted, “It must be nice to have such naive and fanciful dreams about love. I’m afraid it is not always so heavenly.” You noticed her face turn sour, “I see how those little harlots in court gawk at them whenever they pass. They see my flowers and sigh over them.” You saw her fold her hands over one another on her lap, “I remember that one idiot who tried seducing my Mingi. She had that pathetic, simpering smile and that obnoxious laugh. Ugh, it was a humiliating display," a wicked smirk came across her face, "But, I put a stop to that all together. You remember that, do you not, YN?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I do.”

Lady Seulgi, a noblewoman draped in expensive adornments, had come to the palace during a birthday celebration. You recall how Sookmyung spotted her eyeing Mingi, one of the concubines, and the jealousy flaring in her eyes. You’d done all you could to convince Sookmyung that she saw nothing; Lady Seulgi happened to look in his direction, that was all. This lie worked for a time, before someone else spotted Lady Seulgi trying to corner Mingi in the palace garden. Sookmyung immediately had Lady Seulgi thrown into the dark, secluded jails in the back of the palace. Walking up the steps of a gate to reach the throne hall, you recall seeing Lady Seulgi removed of her finery and forced into a roughspun tunic. The beautiful, bold lady you’d seen that night became a filthy, frightened creature within days. You tried not remembering the stubs of her missing fingers, or the screams she made when Sookmyung pulled out her toenails one at a time.

‘Make her ugly. Make her so ugly nobody will look at her.’

Nobody heard from Seulgi ever again.

You spotted masses of people filling the wide throne courtyard. Nobles and commoners alike came to petition their problems to the queen, and it created a multi-colored sea of people in the square. Right when the palanquin passed through the gate, a group of soldiers dressed in red and white began playing on either side of the large doors. Two held horns, two banged on drums, one with cymbals, and another held a gong as they walked down the aisle.

“The Queen is entering!” the leader called out in a booming voice, which caught everyone's attention.

The daechwita played as they led the procession towards the throne hall. You kept your eyes to the ground now, making yourself as invisible as possible, and followed the palanquin the entire way. You chanced a glance at Sookmyung, whose eyes danced with pride. This is what she loved. This is why she scorched villages and killed kings. The power that emanated from the people bowing to her seemed to swell in her chest. You pitied anyone who upset her today. They may end up the same way as Lady Seulgi if they’re not careful.

The palanquin reached the throne hall’s platform, and footmen helped Sookmyung out of it. You briskly straightened out the back of her gown, and then stepped out of her way. The throne hall was wide with open windows, lattice walls, and a high decorative ceiling. Before his death, the king sat on the throne of his ancestors before him. A red throne painted with gold dragons, with a folded screen stood behind depicting the sun, moon, and mountains. It took someone three steps to reach the top of the platform, which only gave enough space for the king and two bodyguards to occupy.

When Sookmyung came into power, she expanded on this inch by inch. She rebuilt the throne itself to have a taller back to rest on, and raised the platform a several more steps to open it up. This way, her concubines may sit on the steps in comfort, lounging peacefully on display for the whole court. Nobody said it out loud, but you knew why she wanted them with her. How can she flaunt her victories if the trophies are hidden behind garden walls? It made you sick. She not only desecrated the ancient throne, which for centuries stood as a symbol of dignity, but put her own proudful twist on it as well. You followed her up the steps, and walked right to your place in the shadows of the high dais.

“All hail the Queen!” the singer called out.

“All hail the Queen!” most of the crowd repeated back.

Back in her father’s day, the king would speak to his subjects directly. He’d thank them for traveling to visit him, and begin accepting petitions and propositions. Sookmyung stayed silent, eyeing the crowd, while Senior Advisor Choi stepped in front of the throne.

“Good people, good people,” he called, “It is our queen’s great delight and honor to host you here in her grand throne hall today. She is very interested to hear your thoughts and find solutions for your concerns. May the first of the petitioners step forward, please.”

The first to approach were two men. You took in their haggard appearance: clothes hanging from their skinny frames, worn out shoes on their feet, and their skin tanned from years in the sun. You could tell they must work outdoors, most likely in one of Sookmyung’s rice or spice fields. The taller man spoke up first, fire in his voice already.

“Your Majesty, I have been severely wronged in your great country,” he began. “This man,” he pointed to the person beside him, “Has been extending his land onto mine little by little for several months now!”

“Your Majesty, I have done no such thing! I was merely rebuilding my fences, and happened to accidentally-”

“-Accidentally? Ha, please! Do not try to fool us into believing you do not know where your land ends and mine begins,” his opponent retorted. “You have been rebuilding that fence of yours for quite some time. The stakes from the last rebuild are still in the ground, and they are several feet from where they’d been before.”

“My son has been helping me, Your Majesty,” the man said to Sookmyung. “He is not the brightest of boys, but he is strong and helpful to me in my old age. He must have marked the line wrong-”

“-How despicable! To blame your deception on your own flesh and blood-”

“-I am only providing a possible explanation! Besides, why do you care? It is not as if you tend to your fields regularly or properly. I have seen the grain you grow. It is subpar at best, and inedible at worst. I am the superior farmer, therefore I should have more land…”

“This is so boring,” Sookmyung mumbled loud enough for you to hear. “Who cares about a stupid farm?”

“Their farms are important to them, Your Majesty,” you replied. “It is the only way they can feed themselves and their families.”

“Psh, as if they are now. Look how skinny they are. It’s appalling.”

“Yes, it is.”

Your heart sank hearing the two men describe their feud to one another. You thought of your own solution: You would’ve told them to have an official come and inspect the property lines for them to have an unbiased opinion. You’d pay builders from the city to repair the fence damage and realign it to avoid any more confusion. They would have done that already if they could afford to pay for the help. Sookmyung’s high taxes and the wealthy’s low wages make it difficult for the common folk of the kingdom to live properly. The few times you’d gone into the city for her, you’d seen the way most of them live day-to-day. They’re starving, unable to properly care for themselves or their children, and barely afford to pay their land owners. In their desperation, many of them venture into the Queen’s forest to hunt for food, with hopes of not being caught by guards roaming the perimeters. Others resort to criminal activities, since the slum lords pay much better than their law abiding counterparts. Sookymung’s kingdom fell into poverty because of the grand lifestyle she wished to live and the wars she'd waged. While her people starved, the queen and her elite nobles dined and dressed well. It sickened you to your stomach.

“...Which of them brings in more grain?” Sookmyung asked the senior advisor.

Senior Choi looked to Advisor Park, the master of coin who took care of the kingdom’s finances. It took the middle-aged man a moment, but he eventually found their names and most recent tax payments. The accused paid more in his taxes and supplied more grain than his accuser.

“Then it is clear that he deserves more land than this one,” Sookmyung told Choi. “Why give land to a man who cannot contribute to the prosperity of his kingdom and his queen?”

Choi stared up at her, but he did not look as dumbfounded as his fellow advisors. For the briefest moment, you caught disdain in his dark eyes. Nevertheless, he turned away and addressed the men.

“Then it is clear that…that he deserves more land than this one,” you heard him repeat stoically. “Why give land to a man who cannot contribute to the prosperity of his kingdom and his queen?”

“B-B-But, Your Majesty, my family has owned that farm for many years,” he said imploringly. “It is not right!”

“Perhaps his family should find a new venture and stop wasting my time", Sookmyung huffed. “The man will keep his fence where it is, and you will accept my decision.”

Choi repeated her words verbatim, and the man’s jaw dropped. “Your Majesty-”

“-Next,” she dismissed him through Choi.

Both men were forced to the side by guards. Right as the next person came up, drums and horns suddenly rang throughout the large hall. Sookmyung’s eyes lit up and she beamed at the people entering the room.

“Her Majesty’s concubines approach!” the leader said. “Make way for The Golden Ones! Make way!”

Surrounded by four guards dressed in all black armor walked a group of eight men.

As always, Sookmyung’s concubines wore their black and gold hanboks: Their overcoats of black silk covered most of their body, the wide sleeves ending far past their fingers. Glimmering stones weaved into the intricate floral patterns of their golden sashes, matching the hair pins and jewelry they wore. What separated them the most were their veils. Thin veils hanging from their ears hung to their chests, the sheer fabric dotted with gold pieces to hide their features. Only you and Sookmyung ever saw their faces unmasked. She said the less they revealed of themselves, the less likely anybody would desire them.

A complete and utter lie, in your opinion.

“My beautiful flowers,” she smiled, eyes full of fondness. “So wonderful to see you early in the morning,” she watched them walk up the steps to their assigned seats on the steps.

The farthest was Jongho, who sat on the third step from the bottom, lounging back with one elbow on the step above him. The youngest of her flowers, he kept his black hair in a braid that was woven with gold bands. Formerly an innkeeper’s son, Sookmyung stole him from his family during the end of her campaign. You never forgot how Sookmyung viciously beat the old woman who begged her not to take him; how Jongho did not stop crying the entire way back to the capital.

“Your braid looks lovely today, Jongho,” Sookmyung admired, looking over his round, soft features from afar.

“I am glad you think so, Mistress,” he said, “I added the jewels especially for you.”

“I’m wearing the hair band you gifted me, Mistress,” said a slender boy sitting just above him.

Wooyoung. The son of the Duke of Pyongyang, the siege of his city took Sookmyung only a few days. She often boasted about how their forces retreated from her men like mice. As with the other kingdoms, she gifted the seat of House Jung to one of her allies, and took the duke’s son for herself. Wooyoung fled into the woods, being hunted by Sookmyung and her pack of dogs for several days before being found and dragged to camp. You preferred not thinking about what Sookmyung did to break him.

You noticed the young man winced when he moved to face her. From what you’d gathered, Sookmyung visited his chambers the previous night. Whatever she’d done left him sore and holding back whimpers of pain. The tenderness inside you wished to reach out for him. You wished to comfort and assure him that his pain will subside soon. His wounds will heal and he will be fine. But, how ‘fine’ is he when Sookmyung owns him?

“It looks lovely on you, darling,” Sookmyung said. Another peasant was brought before her, but she ignored him. “You were magnificent last night. You and San both.”

San, muscular and broad, sat across from Wooyoung. Thin eyes flickered with hate before changing to pure seduction. “As were you, Mistress.”

Choi San used to be a soldier in Sookymung’s army. His father, General Choi, was a general who commanded a large portion of her forces. One day, when his battalion was overpowered and forced to retreat, Sookmyung took this failure as a sign of weakness. It inflamed her burning rage, and Sookmyung sentenced the man to a brutal death: being beaten with clubs by his own lieutenants. San was forced to watch the entire thing. From what you’d heard, he still woke up screaming for his father to run.

“Mistress, I’m sleepy,” said the man sitting above San and Wooyoung. Long-limbed with sleek brown hair, he gave an audible yawn and stretched. “I sleep so lightly without you beside me.”

Another sweet lie to fill her head with dreams. Sookmyung’s war took her all over the country, and this meant bypassing several inns and small villages. When attacking Haeju, Sookmyung camped outside a small fishing village right on the west coast. There, she found plenty of provisions and ship builders to repair the damaged fleet. With them came a tall, lean young man with brown hair and a precious smile. Song Mingi. You’d originally thought Sookmyung took Mingi for a fleeting fancy, but when she told him that he’d be joining the other men she’d dragged with her, he naturally refused. It wasn’t until Sookmyung threatened to kill his entire family that he went with her.

Sookmyung burnt down his whole village, ultimately murdering his family anyways.

“Perhaps I may remedy that tonight, lovely,” she replied, smirking at the suggestion. “I wouldn’t want my Mingi to collapse from lack of proper rest.”

“Then what of me, Mistress?” a wide-eyed young man said on the other side. “You said you’d be with me.”

Dainty and petite, Kang Yeosang was also nobility. While not high in rank, his family did supply the opposition with food and resources throughout the war. Sookmyung created the strategy to hit them at their source, which included raiding baggage supply trains moving through the country. Yeosang led one such train, and while his men fought valiantly, they were defeated. Yeosang, having an angelic look to him with doe-like eyes, became another addition to her growing harem. She promised he’d go home if his family surrendered their land and resources to her, so Yeosang agreed. But, Yeosang never went home. It took him a short time to realize that Sookmyung never planned on ransoming him. When he heard her forces invaded his home, slaughtered his family, and claimed it in her name, he knew he’d never see home again.

“You can join us then, Yeosangie,” she cooed.

A peasant woman holding a baby in a blanket came forward, tearful and pleading for her child’s life. Sookmyung hardly listened to her as she addressed the man next to Yeosang: Yunho. Equally as tall as Mingi, he kept his black in a top knot with a black band around his forehead. A servant placed a bowl of grapes in front of him, but he did not eat them. He could never eat with Sookmyung around. She disgusted him to the point of losing his appetite.

“Yunho, are you not hungry?”

“I had a large breakfast, Mistress.”

He turned his head to answer her, then back to the woman standing before him. She sobbed about how a group of men ransacked her home, taking everything she owned and leaving her with nothing but her life. You saw the pity in his puppy-dog eyes. He dug into the pocket of his overcoat and withdrew a velvet coin purse. You knew that Yunho sometimes secretly slipped silver or gold coins to the servants when possible.

“Here,” Yunho walked down the steps to her, “For your and your child.”

“S-Sir…” she wept, looking at the large sum in her hand, “I…I cannot…” she glanced at Sookmyung, who glared. “I cannot accept this-”

“-I insist,” Yunho said, not reaching or touching her. It’d put a mark on her back for certain. “You need it more than me.”

“Thank you,” she cried, “Thank you, sir.”

“Isn’t my Yunho generous?” Sookmyung said, though her grin did not reach her ears. “He is always thinking of others.”

“It is why you noticed me, Mistress, is it not?”

He came back to his seat and your eyes briefly met his. Yunho, not of noble birth, lived in a farming village before outlaws came and raided them. By the time Sookmyung arrived, several villagers either died or were grievously injured. Being the son of the town physician, Yunho tended to several of the children, frightened and wounded from the bandits. Sookmyung not only found it endearing, but saw Yunho’s apparent handsomeness. She promised he’d be her personal physician’s apprentice, learning at the elbow of the finest in the kingdom. He only needed to travel with her for a few days. But, when she placed him in the harem tent with the others, he realized what his role would truly be. It is only fortunate that Yunho is able to tend to whatever wounds the concubines suffer at Sookmyung’s hands.

“It is,” she nodded. “You’re just as sweet as my Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa sat on a cushion a step right beneath Sookmyung. The eldest of the Golden Ones, his sharp jawline and full lips enchanted Sookmyung right away. Son of an advisor to another king, he’d attempted to trade his life for his younger brother, whom she’d gifted to a group of loyalists during her victory celebration. Unfortunately, this did not work. His younger brother was carried off by the men while Seonghwa was dragged to her new chambers. From what you know, Seonghwa hasn’t seen his brother since then.

His father having been a notable advisor, Senior Advisor Choi has often sought him out for counsel and opinion. You supposed this intelligence is why he’d managed to last so long. He gave her a dashing smile, and spoke in his deep voice.

“But nobody is as sweet as you, Mistress,” he licked his lips, “Nobody certainly tastes as sweet either.”

“Seonghwa,” she flipped open her fan and gave it to you to fan her, “You always know what to say.”

Her eyes then landed on the concubine sitting on her left, elbow on the arm of the throne and appearing bored. Black hair tied back in a ponytail, Sookmyung gifted him with a red headband to wear around his head. Embroidered flowers in the center, this symbol of Sookmyung’s favoritism set him apart from the others. You’re sure that the reason she favored him so highly is not only his handsomeness, but the fact that he’d been a true prince. Hongjoong, Crowned Prince of Wonju.

Wonju was a peaceful, plentiful kingdom that remained its own nation after the Han clan took over the country. Somewhere far off in the east, you remember the mountain ranges that surrounded the area, high and steep so that very few enemies could pass. It’d been ruled over by the Kim clan, with King Hyungshik at the head. A king in his own right, it was peace terms with the Hans that prevented open warfare. You’d always understood both nations to live side-by-side in harmony. Then Sookmyung became queen, and she could not have another monarch in her country.

But, Wonju did not fall to Sookmyung as easily. Several bloody and fierce battles were found on land and sea, ripping the two nations apart in the process. Several kingdoms sided with Wonju, but they’d been overpowered by the queen’s men. Sookmyung’s triumph over Wonju became a lasting highlight of her conquest. She’d taken Hongjoong as a further stab to those who’d rebel and oppose her. To her, he is her biggest trophy.

“Mistress, please let us be done with this riff-raff,” Hongjoong drawled, “And entertain ourselves elsewhere. This business bores me to tears.”

Yet, even after the death of their royal family, the people of Wonju oppose Sookmyung and the man she put in charge of them. Many resistance fighters her armies capture are from Wonju. You wondered at what point did they stop trying to rescue Hongjoong and focus their efforts on usurping Sookmyung. You knew he hated Sookmyung, regardless of what he said to the contrary. You’d hate her too if you were him. But, Hongjoong had secrets of his own.

You’d never tell anyone about the woman you’d seen him meeting at night.

“It is part of my duty as queen, blossom,” she told him, lifting his chin to make him look at her. “Advisor Choi insists I perform my responsibilities as ruler, but the only thing I ever wish to do is be in your arms and in your bed.”

“Then leave these filthy peasants, love,” he took the hand on his chin and held it gently, “And let me admire my queen as a loyal subject should.”

“Hongjoongie…” she breathed,

“Please, Mistress,” he put a yearning into his seductive tone, “It has been so long since you have visited my chambers. You’re always with the others and never with me,” he put a hand on her knee and knelt. You heard him whisper something obscene in her ear, which made her giggle. “…It grows harder in every thought. Do not leave me wanting, Mistress, please. It aches for you…”

This is what Sookmyung wanted: a concubine who professes nothing but undying desire for her. Sookmyung could never truly love anyone, regardless of what she said. Hongjoong knew this, and you admired his tact. It is better to make her believe he needed her than to show his true feelings. You wondered if he thought of the other woman when he said these words. You knew he'd never think of you.

You saw them after a celebration for Sookmyung’s five-year-reign as queen. You finished helping her into bed and took the shortcut back to the servant’s quarters to rest your tired feet. Cutting through the concubine gardens, you’d heard hushed voices through a hedge. You thought nothing of it at the time, since you thought it must’ve been the wind or an animal nearby. Yet, you then heard the high voice of Kim Hongjoong, followed by another voice. A woman’s voice. Curiosity and shock got the better of you, and you peeked through the high hedge to see their figures in the shadows of the trees. You couldn’t tell what they’d done, since they hid themselves behind dense thickets of shrubbery, but it did not take much to wonder. You never saw the woman, so you guessed she’d gone over the garden wall, but you did see Hongjoong. It did not take a genius to figure out what he’d done. You swore yourself to secrecy; you told yourself that revealing this secret of his to anyone meant death.

“Alright,” she pouted, “I can never say no to this beautiful face of yours…”

“Or my tongue,” he added softly, putting his face inches from hers but never kissing. The veil acted as a barrier that drove her nuts. “Seonghwa will join us, if you wish. He enjoys you just as much as I do. Isn’t that so, Brother?”

“It is,” Seonghwa nodded, but did not approach her.

Your eyes met Hongjoong’s. You wished you could thank him. With Sookmyung occupied with him and his “brothers”, you could see your mother, whom you haven’t seen for two nights. You may even see Queen Jisoo, Sookmyung’s mother.

“We’re done for today,” Sookmyung told Choi, who nodded stiffly. “Come, flowers.”

One by one they followed her down the steps, and you trailed behind them. Everyone bowed their heads as she walked by, but you couldn’t help seeing their glaring faces. They must’ve waited hours to see her, and she only listened to two or three people. She conquered every kingdom in the country, turning them into wards under her rule, and did nothing to help them. Like the men who trailed behind her, they are spoils of war. Sookmyung squandered their collective wealth, expecting her subjects to accept it without complaint. You wished you knew a way to help, but you’re as powerless as them. You watched Hongjoong climb into Sookmyung’s litter, the pair instantly turning to one another, and expected to walk alongside them.

“No, no, YN,” Sookmyung stopped you as you approached. “You’re dismissed for the day. Come to the garden around supper. If anyone comes calling for me, tell them I am indisposed.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” you bowed, standing aside as the footmen lifted up the five litters.

She turned away from you to kiss Hongjoong, who tilted his head to deepen it. Once more, you locked eyes with one another. You gave him an appreciative smile, which he replied with a blink. You waited until Sookmyung was far away before walking towards the opposite gate back to the residency area. Passing by Sookmyung’s personal apartments, you walked further down the hall to a set of double doors guarded by a leggy man in leather armor.

“Good morning, Junhan,” you grinned at them, the older man grinning back. “Is Her Majesty accepting visitors?”

“She will if it’s you,” he replied, “How was the witch this morning?”

“Junhan,” you hissed, holding back your laugh and looking down the hall, “You know better.”

“Ah, as if anyone is going to hear me here,” he rolled his eyes. He slid open the door for you, and said, “She’ll be glad to see you. Your mother says Her Majesty has been anxious these past few days.”

“Then I should see her quickly,” you said, giving him a nod before walking into the main room.

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” you smiled as you entered a nearby sitting room.

The Queen Mother Jisoo was once held in the admiration of everyone in the kingdom. She’d helped the kingdom in many ways during her reign alongside her husband: giving smaller villages access to clean water, funding orphanages and reconstructing damaged parts of the city. She helped pass laws that protected women in arranged marriages or dangerous situations, and gave protection to children. It was because of her that many people, especially the women and children, felt safe in the kingdom. But, when her daughter became queen, the Queen Mother stepped back and focused on her passions instead. However, age came for Jisoo, and her mobility became limited and her health declined slightly.

“Ah, YN, good morning,” Jisoo smiled. She sat in her wheeled chair today, a blanket over her lap and a cup of tea in her hand. “How is my daughter?”

“She is well. She is in the throne hall,” you fibbed. “She asked me to come check on you for her.”

“YN,” she smiled softly, shaking her head, “You’d lie to an old woman to spare her feelings. Please, come and sit. I’m sure Sookmyung did not make the morning easy for you. A servant told me she sent away her handmaidens this morning.”

“She did.” You took the seat across from her and prepared yourself a cup of tea. You offered to refill her cup, but she refused. “Your Majesty, you must eat,” you noticed the amount of food left over, “If you don’t, it will get cold.”

“I don’t have much of an appetite today,” she admitted. “But, I’m sure you’re famished, so please, eat.”

“She hardly had time to eat her breakfast this morning, Your Majesty.”

A woman in a gray and blue hanbok walked into the room, carrying a stack of folded sheets. Her hair tied up in a bun, she wore the blue and gray hanbok of Queen Jisoo’s maids. Like your red ribbon, she wore a white one. You grinned at the sight of your mother. She’d been Queen Jisoo’s handmaiden in her youth, being at her side for every event of her life. When you grew up, you became Sookmyung’s maid. Except, you’re certain your mother had a much better time serving Jisoo than you did Sookmyung.

“And why was that?” Jisoo asked curiously. “Breakfast is important, and you’re still a growing woman.”

“The queen needed me to assist her in her garden,” you admitted over a cup of tea before sipping. You saw the disapproval on your mother’s face, but it was Jisoo who spoke up.

“And what horrid thing did she make you witness?”

“Nothing. She’d sent the concubines away before I arrived.”

“Hmph, in my day, queens did not have ‘concubines’,” your mother huffed, shaking her head. “The physician tells me he brews her tansy tea to avoid scandalous mishaps, but that is not healthy for a young woman. She’ll do severe damage to her womb, and not be able to produce children at all at this rate.”

“Chaewon,” the queen shushed her sharply.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” she apologized. She noticed you not eating, and spread a bit of honey on bread for you. You knew better than to refuse her, so you ate it in small bites.

“My Sookmyung has always had a certain fiery passion,” Jisoo said. “Her father was similar. It was why he had so many concubines. He had an appetite I could not handle on my own,” she giggled.

“But, Your Majesty, the things I’ve heard The Queen does are-”

“-I know they are,” she cut in. “My daughter is a young woman, a new monarch. I will not rob her of enjoying her youth before settling down and marrying someone.”

Did that enjoyment of youth involve locking people in dungeons to torment and torture for pleasure? Did it include kidnapping young men from their families and forcing them to fulfill her every whim? Jisoo might make excuses for Sookmyung, but you would not. You finished the bit of bread given to you, and took up a bowl of kimchi instead. Not fully tasting the vegetable side, you pitied the concubines. Only the gods know what act she is forcing Hongjoong and Seonghwa to perform for her.

You wished you could help them. You wished you could help a lot of people.

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A/N: I freaking love historical aus, don't you?? I know this probably isn't a 100% accurate, but I tried to get as close as possible while still mixing in a fictional realm. I really hope you enjoyed this first chapter <3 feel free to like and reblog, it keeps posts alive!!

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seonghwaddict · 8 months

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scoot over, choi — choi jongho

in which luck is no longer on your side and you find yourself sharing a bed with your annoying coworker.

agent!choi jongho x agent!fem!reader. genre. one bed trope, slight fluff, slight enemies to lovers but they're not quite at the lovers part yet. warnings. swearing, slight banter, he calls reader princess once, denial of feelings. wc. 0.6k.

lilo's notes. a little jongho drabble :>

listening to. get up, newjeans.

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"are you fucking kidding me?" you scoffed when you finally came back from the bathroom. "we specifically asked for two beds."

of course, had you noticed this fatal problem earlier, then you would've already been down asking for a room with two separate beds. but you made a beeline for the bathroom as soon as you entered the small hotel room, desperate to get into something more comfortable than the skimpy dress you had to wear for a mission.

though the pair of you were supposed to be partners for this mission, you were never really fond of each other. you’d been partners many times before and had clearly expressed your dislike for each other. the first time you worked together was to recover a stolen file. even though it was a successful mission, you were both nearly shot because you yelled at him for breathing too loudly. but hongjoong insisted on pairing you up because, despite your constant bickering, you made a good team.

jongho rolled his eyes discreetly and secured the entrance exit door as he turned around and sighed, walking over to the bed, taking off his jacket while doing so, and fluffing up some pillows. "yes, princess, i can see that."

you watched him briefly, your eyes narrowed at the nickname. how dare he call you that? and how dare your face heat up at it? you dropped your bag on the carpeted floor and leaned against the desk that stood against the wall. you shook your head and scowled, crossing your arms. "well, i'm not sharing a bed with you."

"why? you just wouldn't be able to resist me, would you?" his voice was silky smooth. if there was something he loved more than anything, it would be taunting you. riling you up just because he enjoyed the annoyed scowl on your face.

you huffed and jutted your chin up defiantly. "i'm a lady, that would be improper."

he laughed, resting his hand against the headboard after taking off his shoes and getting on the bed to sit against it. "you’re most definitely anything but proper, but sure. if you really don't wanna sleep on the bed, make yourself comfortable on the floor because i surely won’t."

"like hell, i am," out of pure spite, you walked over to the other side of the bed, kicking your shoes off harshly. "scoot over, choi."

jongho chuckled quietly, doing as told. you lifted the bedsheets and laid underneath it (you also made sure that you were as far away from him as you possibly could be) before pulling it up to your chin in hopes to provide some warmth. for a second, you considered grabbing some of the towels from the bedroom and creating a physical wall between where he was laying and you.

"this changes nothing, i still hate you."

"you don't hate me, you just hate how i make you feel."

"shut up and let me sleep."

he blinked at the fact that you didn’t deny his statement, unsure of how to feel about it. but soon enough, the brushed his thoughts away and the of you drifted off into sleep, needing plenty of rest for tomorrow.

however, when jongho awoke in the middle of the night for water, he found that you had drifted together in their sleep and you were now halfway on top of him, your leg thrown over his midsection and your arms holding him loosely. a moment of panic radiated through him for a split second before he realised how strangely natural your body fit against his. how peaceful your face looked as it was pressed against the side of his chest.

and yet he decided to carefully remove himself from under you and not speak of it ever again.

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aclowntiny · 8 months

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Ateez Taking Care of a Sick S/O

This was suggested 5EVERRRR ago by @jacobbaeluvr & I straight- up forgot about this fora bit 🥲 but this is for you babe! & me cuz I’m super sick thanks ✨recurrent illness✨ *to the tune of Vixx’s On & On* I need surgery la la la la la surgery

Hongjoong

♡ *fails to hide disgusted expression at your snot* ‘Hey love, is it alright if I throw some of these tissues on the nightstand out?’

♡ Feels your forehead with his hand, saying you feel warm & making you test your temperature just to be sure. Slides the thermometer in so gently knowing how uncomfortable they can be.

♡ He has this relaxing herbal heat pillow that he warms up for you- it’s good for muscle aches, chills, or even just plain aromatherapy. You’re skeptical but he hands it to you & you’re immediately in heaven!

♡ Pulls you in close to his chest & takes a nap with you 🥺 even when you wake up his arms will be around you, one protectively keeping your head near his heart!

♡ Knows exactly how much time has passed between medicine doses & is getting you to take it on time like clockwork, even setting an alarm for it on his phone!

Seonghwa

♡ Makes 👏🏻 you 👏🏻 soup 👏🏻 even if you don’t really feel up to having a whole bunch he’ll insist on spoon-feeding you a little bit because the warmth will clear your sinuses & make you feel better he promises 🥺

♡ If you fall asleep you’ll wake up with a new box of tissues magically replacing your empty one & a fresh water bottle there in hopes you’ll stay hydrated. Seonghwa likes feeling like a magical little healing fairy but his heart goes 💗 when you thank him

♡ Traces shapes on your back as you lay together, making sure you’re ok when your warm skin shivers under his touch & smiling when you tell him not to stop.

♡ Flies some of his lego ships around the room for you when you say you’re bored. You’re like I meant the tv right there but this is actually so much better. He was so into making the whoosh noises for you ok?

♡ Undresses you but not in a weird way, just getting you out of sweaty clothes & into clean pajamas or a robe, pulling you into it & kissing your shoulder, then your lips 🩷

Yunho

♡ Holds your hand in both of his & tells you he’ll do as much as he can for you, so please just ask ok?

♡ The type to insist you do not have enough blankets, take one more actually blankets cure everything

♡ Proceeds to then roll himself up into a matching blanket burrito until you two are wiggling around like ridiculous blanket worms & you know what? It cheers you up at least & gives you your first laugh in 2 days, so success in Yunho’s mind 😌

♡ TBH tells you so many jokes & does little performances to distract you. Blanket cape superman impression. Cute version of an Ateez choreography. Dramatic ritual dance to ‘scare the germs away’. ‘Get out of my (y/n)!!! *hand wave*’

♡ Lifts you up & carries you bridal style when it’s time for bed, laying you down so gently it’s like falling on clouds ☁️

Yeosang

♡ Smooths back your forehead to give you kisses even if you’re kinda sweaty 🩷

♡ Will 100% offer to read you a story, this man is far too precious 😭 if there’s a royalty figure in the story especially a beautiful one he’ll change their name to yours!!!

♡ ‘Now will you believe me when I say you need to bring a coat when we go out?’ ‘But I like yours 🥺’ ‘Ok, then I’ll make sure I have it with me.’ On the inside he was thrilled because free excuse to give you his clothes heck yeahhhh

♡ Wriggles in under the fuzzy electric blanket the moment he’s done spreading it over you, making you laugh with his cute satisfied smile & nod.

♡ ‘Hiyah!’ (That’s the sound of Yeosang fluffing your pillow with little chops until it’s nice & poofy for your heard again)

San

♡ Gives you the biggest 🥺 eyes the moment he sees you sprawled out feeling uncomfortable, wishing he could take your pain from you 🥺

♡ Big spoons you immediately & tells you he won’t leave you until you’re feeling better! You can feel him nuzzle into you like he can’t get close enough, lending you his warmth.

♡ Softly sings a love song while you guys cuddle to remind you that no matter what state you’re in he will always love you 🥰

♡ San brings over a whole bag of supplies without having to ask, so he’s already armed with decongestants, tissues, painkillers, vapor chest rub, a container of a soup you like, water, electrolytes & vitamin C, & a plushie at the store he saw & thought might cheer you up when he was buying all that!

♡ Puts the chest rub on you so softly, pausing to let you adjust to the cold & holding your half-raised head steady while he does it.

Mingi

♡ ‘What do you have though? How bad is it? Do you need the doctor? I’ll go get the doctor.’ ‘Mingi no it’s just a bad cold-’

♡ Sits at the side of the bed holding your hands so dramatically as if you were in an irl medical drama until you just pat the half of the bed next to you & have him lay down to watch some tv

♡ Absolute KING though of making you your tea exactly how you want to take it. Insists on the peppermint blend though because duh it’s good for congestion, inflammation, nasuea, & like everything you could possibly be feeling 💁🏻‍♀️

♡ You guys nap together & the moment you wake up he asks how you feel, if it’s any better. When you say yes, a little, he takes your hands in his & claps them, giving a little ‘yaaaay!’

♡ Acts, in fact, like your healing is a personal achievement. Hypes you up like ‘wow, this disease has nothing on you. Look at you go, beating it like a pro. It’s so amazing how well you’re fighting this off’ while you’re just sitting there like Mingi this is not voluntary. He won’t hear of it, though, nope. Too busy gushing over your amazing recovery skills because you’re the best at everything, actually, & you know what maybe he helped too 😎 you guys are both the best.

Wooyoung

♡ OML you are not going ANYWHEREEEE

♡ If you so much as stand up behind Wooyoung’s back he’ll be like ‘Ah ah ah no whatever it is I can get it’. ‘Wooyoung I’m going to the restroom’ He deflates a little. ‘Ah, I see. …oh alright fine’

♡ Part of the not moving scheme is so he can throw himself onto the bed next to your blanket pile self & throw a leg over you & get in all the cuddles his heart desires >:)

♡ ‘What do you want?’ ‘Maybe just some decongestants? Thank you so much!’ Wooyoung returns, dropping like 5 pill boxes & 2 bags at your feet proudly. ‘What is all this?’ ‘I wasn’t sure what kind you wanted so I bought them all. Also got some lozenges~’

♡ Squishes your face & tells you how cute you are even when you’re sick. Just when you think the doting is up is when he starts kissing all over your cheeks instead of squishing them 😘

Jongho

♡ Probably the only one to actually sit down by you on the bed & just ask what you need lmao

♡ Intense battle between ‘nO I CAN DO IT YOU NEED REST’ & ‘yOU’RE SICK & I LOVE YOU STAY STILL’ but you always lose because you’re going up against Choi Jongho & besides hearing him say I love you pretty much always gets him his way

♡ Lays next to you & chats, watches tv, even just goes on his phone & lets you play with his other hand so you never feel alone 🥺 it’s quiet time for him to just make himself available however you personally are comfortable!

♡ If you feel sore anywhere, he’ll offer to massage it in a heartbeat if he can! Even if you’re not specifically sore he’ll do it because you aren’t feeling good, the least he can do is pamper you a little 👸🏻

♡ 50-50 on if he teases you or gets shy, but it’s a 100% chance he will sing you a lullaby if you claim any struggle sleeping & ask for a song!

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nebulousbrainsoup · 11 months

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ateez reacts: chronic illness hospital visit

WARNINGS: mentions of being in the hospital & chronic illness/pain GENRE: fluff <3 WORD COUNT: 1.2k (whoops) this is @hwaightme's fault (also my own for going to the ER but it's more fun to blame bai <3)

hongjoong listens intently to every word the doctor says. he's the reason you're there; the panic on his face when you doubled over in pain this morning was enough to convince you. he needs to know what's going on. he trusts you when you say you're fine, but he'll feel better hearing it from the professionals. he doesn't dote on or coddle you like some of the other members; he just keeps you company and makes sure you're well taken care of. he very rarely leaves your side, keeping your pinkies linked together when he can, a comfortable quiet between you most of the time, idle chatter the rest. when you finally make it home, he practically collapses into your arms, giving you the warmest hug he can since he can't give you the tightest. the next time you have a flare-up, there's a lot less panic in his eyes when he asks what he can do to help

seonghwa, like joong, listens carefully to every word the doctor says, even jumping in and asking questions from time to time; especially when it comes to your care. he's making sure he knows what you can and can't do/have both while you're in the hospital and once you're out, and will not let you forget any of it. he's quiet while you're there, clearly pensive, and very rarely leaves your side. sometimes there's idle chatter between you, but mostly you're just comfortable knowing the other is there. the next time you have a flare-up, you can bet he's pulling up a note on his phone, running through a checklist of the things the doctors and nurses said would make things both better and worse. if it's in the 'worse' column, you're not doing/having that for at least a week if he can help it, and if it's in the 'better' column, he will make sure you have/do that thing asap

yunho is probably the most level-headed about the whole thing. he understands, he trusts you and the doctors, and while he hates seeing you all hooked up in the bed, he understands why you made the decision to come. if it ends with you feeling better, he's all for it. he spends most of your alone time trying to make you smile, and he's always touching you. you two are watching whatever shitty movie is on the tv and he's holding your hand; the doctor has to come in to run some tests and he shifts to put a hand on your calf or your foot, smiling at you from the foot of your bed; if you lay down for sleep or a nap, he's got his fingers carding through your hair. he was probably paying less attention than joong or hwa would, instead relying on you to tell him what you need when you inevitably have another flare-up

yeosang is another that took you to the er himself. seeing you in pain like that, no matter how many times you said you were fine, made his stomach turn. you figured you may as well put his worries to rest; insurance would cover it anyway. he's another close listener; although, unlike joong or hwa, he spends most fo your conversations with the nurses and doctors glancing hurriedly between the two of you. he's very carefully caring when the nurses are out of the room; making sure you have water, that you're not too cold, even fluffing your pillow once or twice; and he's definitely the type to stick his head out into the hallway if your call light has been on for more than five minutes. he dotes on you even more when you get home, and good luck lifting a finger to do anything during your next flare-up

san is the most visibly worried when he sees you in pain. his voice drops about an octave and his lips get pouty, brows creasing in worry; and you're too weak for that man to say no when he asks you to go to the er "just to make sure." much like joong, he listens carefully to everything the doctor says, nodding along dutifully. unlike joong, he spends most of these discussions with his eyes on you, looking for your reactions. his hand is always in yours, so when your brows furrow in annoyance or you give a small, triumphant smile, he gives it a squeeze. the second you're out, he's peppering your face in kisses and pampering you for the rest of the day, and you can expect the same treatment next time

mingi has one mission only; make sure you're still happy. he spends your alone time trying to make you laugh, making fun of whatever is playing on tv or showing you stupid memes. eventually you have to smack his arm (affectionately) and tell him to leave you alone, you're supposed to be resting, and laughing that much hurts a little! he'll settle down in the chair with his phone, but you catch him sending glances your way about every five minutes. don't ask me why, but he probably falls asleep while waiting on the doctor long before you do. he does wake up immediately the second someone else is in the room; he's a quiet listener like joong. when you get home, good luck leaving his arms, and the same goes for your next flare up

wooyoung means only the best, but honestly, he's a little bit of a menace to both you and the hospital staff. he pestered you incessantly to get you here, worry obvious, and now that you are, he's restless enough for the both of you. like mingi, he tries his best to make you laugh, causing a nurse to poke her head into your room and shush you both. he's glued to your bedside; except for runs to the vending machines, which he tries to sneak you your favorite candy from, much to your nurse's amusement; and god help joong if he tries to come remove the little devil. that man is a MESS if he doesn't know immediately what's going on while you're in the er. he becomes an immovable cuddle bug the second you get home, and the next time you have a flare-up, you have to shove your discharge instructions in his face for him to calm down. "it's right here, wooyoung. i'm not going back there for them to tell me the same shit." he still hovers for the rest of the day, though

jongho only betrays his anxiety in the fidgeting of his fingers. he's much like hwa, sitting dutifully by your side and nodding along, asking questions where he feels like he needs clarification. if this is something you're living with, he needs to know how to live with it, too. he's mostly there to keep you company and make sure you're well taken care of. he isn't as touchy as some of the other members, preferring to keep his anxious hands to himself and talk with you instead. he only really brings his phone out if you do yours first, or when the doctor or nurse is speaking so he can take notes. he, like joong and hwa, is well-prepared for your next flare-up and, much to your delight, you can leave all the hard work to him

a/n: i am fine i have to follow up with my doctor but my brain went wild while i sat there for four hours!!! enjoy my loves <3 ateez taglist: open! nothing yet...

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gyusfavlibra · 1 year

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ATEEZ REACTION TO YOU BEING CLINGY

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Pairings: Ateez x gn reader!

Warnings: Fluff, pure fluff. Woosan fighting :)

Word count: +2.3K (I think)

•••HONGJOONG•••

You walked lazily up the stairs to your apartment. Feet more sore than anytime you could ever remember due to the very rough and eventful day you participated in. You were so drained.

Walking into your home, you're greeted to the sound of movie effects blaring down the hallways from the direction of your bedroom. At first glance you'd be scared, but you smiled. Your mood already started to feel better knowing exactly who it was being occupied by the film in the home.

"Hello, gorgeous."

Hongjoong smiled brightly at your figure until the grin removed itself when you plopped onto the bed, face first. He crawled to your end, shock taking over his figure as you immediately jumped onto him before he could even dare to touch you.

Your face buried deep into his neck. His cologne radiating right off of him. "I'm so tired."

The lover took this as a note that your work did not go well. But chose not to overbearing you with questions. He pulled you close, hugging you back gently. "Then you should sleep. But you need to get changed first. You can't sleep in business pants."

"Come with me."

That one forced trip to get ready for bed was followed by more forced trips. You made him go with you to eat, shower, and brush your teeth. At first, all the clinginess was confusing, not bothering, but confusing. However, confusion wipes away like a tear when your bad work day pops back into his head. Then he has no choice, but to be with you as company to make you feel better.

As you lied in your bed, huddled close, yourself had now caught onto your own clinginess. Apologizing immediately.

"It's okay. You had a bad day. You want my company so that's exactly what you'll get."

"But I'm all over you."

He hummed. Holding you into embrace even tighter. "And I don't care."

•••SEONGHWA•••

Seonghwa had woken up to cool air sprouting through the space of the room. Just barely any hints of sunlight coming through the dark colored curtains.

Half awoke, he lifted his phone on his bedside table to check the time, as well as view any important messages or emails. It was surprisingly still quite early. However, due to him always being up early on schedule days, it felt normal being awake at such an hour.

He had the day off and never really did anything on days he did have off, so choosing to stick to resting as his schedule, he began to shuffle in the bed, but unfortunately paused momentarily when he felt a weight on his covered waist. Not noticing it before because of the large fluffed comforter.

He had almost completely forgotten you being in bed with him this morning. An idea shared only yesterday since neither of you had to work. Seonghwa tried so carefully to remove your arm, but you only held tighter.

"No."

"Y/n-"

"No."

"I have to use the bathroom."

"Whyyyyy!"

He looked at you confusedly. "Because it's apart of human life."

You had finally removed your arm. Allowing him to rise from the foamed mattress. He made an attempt to rush after hearing nothing, but your groans from the next room over. Rushing him to do his business and come back to bed. "Okay. Okay. I'm back."

Without hesitation, you yanked him back into your hold. Practically forcing him to spoon you. You nudged your nose against his jaw. Placing at least a dozen pecks on his skin. He enjoyed it, showing that by chuckling. "You're so clingy this morning."

"I'm just sharing my love," you protested. Noticing that the affection is probably renewed since you don't spend LOTS of time together. "I can stop if you wan-"

"No! I don't want you to stop."

"Good, because I wasn't going to.

"I didn't expect you to," he whispered softly. Brushing his fingers through your locks and kissing between your eyebrows. You smiled sleepily. Continuing your devotion of expressing your love to your love.

•••YUNHO•••

Yunho and you had both had a very busy week. Non stop rehearsal for his group's upcoming comeback and non stop phone calls for the workers at your owned flower shop asking questions, customer complaints, etc.

So when Saturday came around, Yunho having the day off to rest, and your shop being closed for the weekend, you both came up with a plan to go out.

So here you were, dressed cozily whole walking through a beautiful public park. People walking their dogs, playing bean bag toss, riding bikes. The weather was beautiful and the air was fresh.

You were enjoying the time the most, especially since Yunho is typically the one canceling your past plans. However your beautiful face never once didn't cross his mind.

Walking side by side, You couldn't help, but feel a sudden sadness that you weren't holding hands. Not because neither of you didn't want to, but because the idea was never thought of.

So initiating the first move, you tried your best to lightly brush your hand against Yunho's every few seconds.

He caught on quite quickly. Smirking, he reached down, keeping his eyes out front, and intertwined your hands. Chasing you to squeal internally.

Every so often, he tried pulling away. To grab his phone for a picture, or to adjust the hair on his head that flew in his face. But you always declined separation and did it for him. It warmed his heart, but confused his thoughts. "What's the matter with you? You're being so clingy."

He made sure to chuckle when asking so he didn't upset you. You just shrugged. Placing your cheek against his arm, you replied, "Just missed you. That's all."

"You see me almost every day."

"Yeah for like 3 hours and then we're knocked out in bed and doing the same thing over."

It hurts, but you were right. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. At least we're still getting space and not up each other's ass every second."

"I'd prefer it that way." You giggled, placing a kiss on his knuckles. "But, you're right. Space could never hurt.

"Yeah, but I don't want space from you right now. I wanna cling to you like sticky glue."

Yunho grinned shyly. The biggest blush creeping on his cheeks. To hide it, he lightly shoved you away by your head. You pouted which caused him to pull you back into his embrace with a kiss to the temple.

•••YEOSANG•••

It was late in the afternoon. You and Yeosang both had the day off of work. Both being kpop idols and all. Constant busy schedules, nagging managers. It was draining. So when you both saw that ur schedules for the weekend were empty you couldn't help but cheer.

Your head laid flat against his legs while he sat slumped regularly on the couch. The horror movie played on the television that was mounted on the wall. You picked the movie. But even so, every once and awhile you got scared.

While watching you held tightly to Yeosangs hand. He figured it was because you were scared but no. It was because you wanted to touch him. Wanted to be near him. You missed him.

"Yeosang."

He hummed to show he was listening even if so his eyes were still on the movie. You pushed yourself up to cuddle to his side. An arm over his stomach. Cheek pressed to his shoulder. "Is the movie scary?"

"It's not."

"Are you sure? We can change it."

You shook your head. Letting more minutes of the movie pass before you push yourself even closer to Yeosang. He placed a hand on your thighs that now rested on his own. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"If it's scary, you can tell me. I can turn it off."

You sighed. You pulled his lips to touch your own. They were soft as always. Never changed despite the recent distance. Yeosangs smiled down at you, you giving the same gesture back. "I just want to be close to you. That okay?"

He chuckled with rosy cheeks. "More than okay."

•••SAN•••

"Sannie, come back," You whined when San got out of your shared bed to use the bathroom. You groaned when he shouted back to wait.

He had been given the week off of schedules since their promoting was now finished. And all night, you've trying to savor each moment, or more so second, you can before he gets some type of call that they needed him back at work. "I miss youuuu."

"Y/n," he chuckled as he came out the bathroom, tying the strings to his joggers. "I was four feet away."

"Four feet too far."

San huffed with a smile. Climbing by his knees slowly to reach you on the bed. He stayed on them even when he reached your now sitting up figure. He held both your cheeks in his hands while yours held locked on his waist. "What's gotten into you? Did something happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"This week you've been extra clingy- NOT that I mind it. I love it, but it's surprising me," he explained. His thumbs rubbing your cheekbones. "Did something happen?"

"No. I just missed you. Too much."

He smiled. "I'm right here, baby."

"I meant lately. I never know when your phone is gonna ring again for you to go back to work so I wanna be close to you just in case."

This biggest smile San has held all night was now on his face. Giving you the confidence to smile back. He moves his head down to connect your lips together. Guiding your head movements with his hands so it stayed passionate. His nose dubbed against your when you pulled away. "I love you. And I was given the week off as well as my manager and staff. So therefore, no ones getting called in. You don't have to worry."

"I love you more San."

"Not possible."

•••MINGI•••

Mingi had been leaving the house everyday to work with Hongjoong on some music. They've been trying to get some new songs in for the group. Being the rappers and all, sometimes working on their parts took a lot more work to fit the vocals.

You were proud of him. That was an absolute fact. But you did miss him. At most, you saw him for three hours. And that's not including the time your absolute slumped and not even noticing he's beside you until you awake in the morning.

But today, finally, was a stay in day. Mingi agreed that he hadn't been around much the past few days and it relieved you that you didn't have to speak up for him to notice. He knew on his own. So he agreed to have a beautiful living room picnic with you.

Ordered out your favorite food and laid out a romantic set up on your carpeted floor. Mingi originally had the plates laid out across from each other but when you sat down, you moved to sit beside him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I wanna be closer to you."

The sentence alone warmed him to his whole core. Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You smiled, poking your lips out to ask for a kiss. Mingi denied jokingly which made you gasp. "Mingiii, give me a kiss please."

"Nope."

You attempted to jump on top of him, but he moved to quickly so you land on the carpet. Your nose felt a sharp jab then a runny wet feeling. "Oh! You're bleeding."

"I am?"

"I'm sorry. C'mere."

Mingi pulled one of the many napkins on the coffee table and held it your nose. Leaving kisses on your temple while muttering continuous sorries. "It's not your fault."

"It is. You just wanted to be closer to me. I shouldn't have moved. I'm so sorry. When it's cleaned. You can have all the kisses you want. Okay?"

"Really?"

"Mh," he hummed with a nod. You clapped your hands together. Eventually getting those promised kisses.

•••WOOYOUNG•••

Woo young came home one night from rehearsal to share the idea of having a game night. At first you thought "yes! A alone night with Wooyoung" but your dreams were crushed when he mentioned inviting the guys.

You LOVED the guys. Just like your own brothers. So of coursing you were accepting about it, but the idea of alone time with Wooyoung seemed even better because you missed him so much.

When game night finally came, everytime Wooyoung got up to get out a game, you were right beside him. Every time he rose up to grabs a drink, food, or even dishes, you did as well. The boys teased about this every few tries and it made you blush horribly. While playing jenga, you were sat across from Wooyoung instead of next to him because of the picked teams.

"Okay, Y/n win this for us."

"Can I sit by Wooyoung while doing it? He's my good luck charm," you exclaimed with a bright smile. This made Wooyoung take his turn of blushing.

"Yah! Just take your turn before it takes its last limb on it own," San spoke. You pouted. Wooyoung slapped San's arm while you finally pulled your block. You cheered when you got the relief of it staying tall.

"I did it! I di-"

Just as you were going to continue cheering, the sound of the blocks echoed through the space as they came tumbling down onto the table. You pouted once you realized it only fell because San bumped the edge. "SAN! YAH! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? Y/N WAS EXCITED!"

Wooyoung continued scolding San until he apologized. Even so he was upset with him. Wooyoung got up for his spot and walked over to sit next to you. You wasted no time and wrapping your arms around him to be closer. "When it's San's turn, you can knock it over."

"What! I didn't agree to that-"

"San, you upset my lover. Shut up." The continuous scolding by wooyoung made you feel so loved you spent the whole time kissing his cheek. Wooyoung returned it every once and while. At one point sticking his tongue at San.

"I really hate you."

•••JONGHO•••

Ateez just began finishing up some solo shots for their new upcoming comeback. Right now, Wooyoung was on his last few minutes of shooting while you sat quietly with Jongho in the green room. Playing a hand trick game with him on the couch. The brightest smiles on both of your faces.

The other guys were taking duo shots so you both were alone. You enjoyed having this time with Jongho. One on one. Especially when he brought you to set. Just as you started a new game with the hand tricks, Jongho kissed your cheek which caused you to lose. "Aww why did you do that?"

You slapped his shoulder. He flinched wth a chuckle. "I didn't do anything."

You jumped out your spot on the sofa. Right on top of him and his arms. Jongho laughed away as you tickled his sides. Followed by a bunch of soft kisses to his face. "Stop! Stop!"

"No! Love me!"

"I am," he exclaimed. You wrapped your arms around his neck hugging into his figure. This time, the long kiss you gave him was on his lips. Jongho accepting it. He tried pulling away a few times but you wouldn't allow him to.

"Yah! What's wrong with you?"

"I just love you, Jongho."

He chuckled, allowing you to finish your kisses. A few minutes go by before Wooyoung popped through the door, gagging out loud. "Why are you so clingy Y/n? You're suffocating him."

You pouted, looking back to Jongho. "Am I?"

"No! You aren't! I like when you're clingy. It's cute."

"His face is red of loss of air."

Jongho swung a hand up. "Wooyoung, you shut up. You're just jealous."

You giggled. "Yeah Wooyoung, you're just jealous."

"Yah! You gonna let her bully me like that?"

Jongho nodded. Wooyoung groaned before storming out the room. Jongho attempted to stand knowing its his turn to shoot. You whined. Jongho huffed, pulling you up to kiss you. "Come watch me. I know you want to."

"yay!!"

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kiestrokes · 14 days

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WIP TAG GAME

Thank you for the tag @vvh0adie

Rules: post the last seven lines you recently wrote

The WIP: Still fluffing up fratboy!mingi aka Say My Name. More than seven lines just bc I feel like it would be nicer to have to full chunk of this scene.

The two of you locate a familiar face among the crowd. Hongjoong is sitting on the stairs carefully rolling a blunt. You lick your lips at the sight of his tongue flicking out to seal the wrapper. Shit, you really needed to get laid tonight.

“Hey HJ,” You nod to the person leaning on the wall next to him and they smile politely back.

“Hey! Long time no see, didn’t think you’d ever make it out here for a party.” Hongjoong hugs the two of you at once.

“Where’s Woo?” Yeosang asks, hoping his friend hasn’t already gotten into trouble.

“Oh, Yunho and Woo are both downstairs, they’re doing a little dance thing.” Hongjoong slips back to his seat on the stairs, passing the blunt to his companion. Waving his hand dismissively.

“Through the kitchen, right?” Yeosang says, slipping his hand in yours, tugging you in what you can only imagine is the direction of the kitchen.

“Mmhmm.” Hongjoong murmurs, sending you a wink as you slip into the crowd- “Good luck!”

✨ tagging anyone that just wants to use this as an opportunity to share a WIP, say I tagged you ✨

#say my name!au #say my name!mingi #song mingi #ateez #tag youre it #tag you're it #now watch me wip #moons of mars #kim hongjoong #kang yeosang #jung wooyoung #jeong yunho

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Ateez as Rockstar's~ Pt. 2

ღPairing: Song Mingi x Reader(f), Kim Hongjoong x Reader(f), Choi Jongho x Reader(f) x Kang Yeosang ღGenre: Rock Band! Au ღWord Count: 1,468 ღWarnings: public sex, sub/dom dynamics, double penetration, strength kink, oral (m receiving), cum shot ღRated: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot

ღSummary: in which ateez are in a band and you just joined and… it’s a little bit more convenient to have a girl member than find a groupie…

ღDedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland because what’s a thirsty stan without her thirsty stan sisters :’( also thank you for always helping me brainstorm and fluffing out my ideas

Part One ↭ Wooyoung, Seonghwa, San and Yunho

Mingi as acoustic guitarist

The practice room was silent except for the small noises coming from Mingi. You were on your phone, after Hongjoong called for a break, and some of the other band members went out for a smoke and a piss. Mingi opted to whip out his notebook and work on a song that he had been perfecting for the past few days.

The soft guitar noises from his acoustic were low and soothing, to which you pretty much drowned out, scrolling needlessly through some social media and changing to a clothing website, trying to figure out your next outfit for your next gig. It wasn’t until you heard a whine escape Mingi’s lips, that you knew you were in trouble.

“Having trouble?” You spoke up and Mingi’s shoulders tense. “I can’t match up the lyrics to the melody I have.”

You decide right then and there to help out yourself and Mingi. “Maybe I can help.” Mingi looks up at you as you come around your drum set and in front of him, perched on a chair with his leg crossed over his knee. His eyes are big and brown and you cup his face. “Do you have some experience writing songs?”

You laugh under your breath at how cute he is. “No, I have some experience in inspiring others.”

You take Mingi’s guitar and set it aside on its stand and straddle him. You card his long locks out of his face and run your hands along his chest. Mingi lets out another whimper but he’s no longer thinking about writing his song. You lean into him, whispering into his ear like Temptation herself. “Let’s have a quickie before everyone comes back.” You gently take his earlobe into your mouth and suck on it and Mingi’s off to the races.

His large hands encompass your waist as he fucks up into you, eyes screwed shut and teeth digging into his lower lip. “Fuck,” he grunts as you clench around him, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking cute,” You giggle again. “Big softie with big hands. We gotta cum quickly or everyone will catch us. Don’t want that, hmm, Mingi?”

Mingi wraps his arms around your body and starts to jackhammer up into you. His whines are so pretty that you feel yourself getting wetter just because of them. “Wanna fuck you, wanna come, wanna get inspired. This cunt is so good. Fuck, it could inspire a thousand songs!” With one final thrust, Mingi paints your insides with his cum and sends you off on a climax journey of your own. His cute smile is reward enough but his thank you kiss is a cherry on top.

Hongjoong as rhythm guitarist

Your leader needed a little TLC. You could tell that he was working himself a lot, his tired smile greeting you when you showed up with some coffee and a fake excuse that you wanted to talk about the Jongho situation. Hongjoong was shocked, to say the least, when you fell to your knees and offered to take care of him.

“Let me give you the best suck of your life,” You purr, fingers running up and down his thighs. You’re on your knees and in between his legs, and so ready to hear this man moan.

Hongjoong swallows audibly, “I don’t think--”

“Then don’t think,” You cut him off.

Your fingers reach for his pants and make quick work of the button and zipper. He doesn’t protest again when he helps you pull down his pants far enough to coax out a chubby from his underwear. You rub him with the palm of your hand until he gets fully hard and that’s when you take him in your mouth.

Hongjoong’s cries are raw from his morning voice but high. You set yourself to the task, bobbing up and down on his length. You pay special attention to his head, lips tightening to suck there. Your actions are rewarded with Hongjoong putting his hand around your ponytail and pulling. He bucks into your face, not searching for control, but searching for his impending climax.

You pop off him and the look of defeat on his face is almost comedic. “It’s okay, Baby,” You reassure him, “You’re gonna cum. I was just wondering how you wanted it?”

His eyebrows furrow and a pout graces his pink lips. “How…?”

“Tits, face, tongue, mouth… where do you wanna come?” You persist.

“Tongue?” Hongjoong says more as a question than a statement.

You spit in your hand and then begin to jerk Hongjoong off quickly. He gasps loudly and his muscles strain at the sudden pleasure. Once you gauge that he’s close to coming, you stick your tongue out, still jerking him off, but now the tip of his head is hitting your tongue. That’s it for Hongjoong. He comes with a loud, drawn out cry, shooting more than enough cum to impregnate a crowd of groupies.

You do your best to capture it all, but some lands on your face. Hongjoong apologizes for making a mess but looks very well satisfied.

“I like it a little bit messy,” You tease him, hoping he’s imagining all the other ways you could look ruined for him.

Yeosang and Jongho as lead singer (low) and drummer

What started as an innocent “who’s arms are stronger?” question between Yeosang and Jongho while on the tour bus alone with them, has quickly turned into a not-so-innocent battle of the strong ones. While an arm-wrestling match wasn’t enough, it was soon suggested that Yeosang had the stronger arms, since he was confident he could fuck you against a wall while holding you up. Jongho scoffed at the idea, saying Yeosang’s thrust game was sloppy at best. Yeosang was willing to put his money where his mouth was and that’s how you ended up naked as the day you were born, between the two of them.

Your legs are wrapped around Yeosang’s thick waist, his hands bracing your lower back as you attempt to lean backwards into Jongho’s waiting arms. Jongho catches you gently, squeezing your shoulders as he holds you up and you lean all the way back to take the drummer’s dick on your mouth, upside down of course.

Once you relax into the hold of both the drummer and the lead singer, it’s not much work for you. Yeosang’s thrust game is not sloppy, it’s actually quite precise and slow. You appreciate the build up he’s giving you because the stretch to accommodate his fat cock was quite lovely. Jongho continues to squeeze your shoulders, because every time he does, you seem to open wider for him and take him deeper in your throat.

“Fuck, this throat pussy is so good,” Jongho moans above you. He also works at a snails pace, enjoying the drag of his cock against your tongue as well.

“Getting tired yet, Jongho?” Yeosang pokes at Jongho verbally. “I could fuck this pussy all goddamn night.”

You can’t see but you know Jongho is rolling his eyes at Yeosang. “I don’t think so, Sangie~” Jongho says in a singsong voice, mimicking you from earlier when you squeezed Yeosang’s bicep. “Just because I don’t show mine off, doesn’t mean you have more muscles than I do.”

“Fuck,” Yeosang quietly swears, his thrusts getting a bit sloppy. He giggles nervously.

“What’s wrong Yeosang, gonna come so quickly?” Jongho pokes back at Yeosang. The drummer is still fucking your mouth like it’s just another Tuesday night.

“You don’t understand--” Yeosang speaks through gritted teeth, “She clenches down every time we speak and--” Yeosang thrusts harder into you and you moan around Jongho’s dick, “--it’s everything.”

Jongho scoffs, “Of course you’d get off on someone else getting off on your voice.” His thrust gets a little sharper, however, indicating he’s also getting off on you getting off on his voice.

You whine around Jongho when Yeosang pushes a finger down on your clit. “We all might as well come quickly. It’s gonna be a few rounds before one of us gives up.”

Your cries get higher and higher pitch as Yeosang sends the both of you through your climax. Yeosang keeps fucking through his own cum, refusing to give up the game.

“That’s it, Baby Girl,” Jongho murmurs under his breath, hand in your hair, thrusting shallowly into your cheek now, just to show his control, "I'll show you how long I can last."

"Hey!" Yeosang laughs in spite of himself. "Let's see how you do with her cunt."

Jongho laughs, "When you lose, I'll show my fellow drummer what it really means to be fucked."

"Yeah yeah," Yeosang says, sounding distracted by your pussy again, "See if you can make her come as well as I can."

Needless to say, you were thoroughly getting fucked, regardless of who one the strong arm contest.

Part One ↭ Wooyoung, Seonghwa, San and Yunho

#kvanity #ateez smut #song mingi smut #kim hongjoong smut #choi jongho smut #kang yeosang smut #ღatz #topaz's work #ateez as rockstars #i know i made them but the moodboards for this series are fucking sexy #also wheeeew jongho and yeosang wowie

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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Blind Beauty

{one}{two}{three}

Pairing: blind!hongjoong×insecure!reader(grace)

Genre: fluff, angst, implied smut, nudity

Summary: only the mind's eye can see the true beauty.

Warnings: none for this part.

Word count: 8.5k+

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

Love is blind, but when we close our eyes, we see with our hearts.

~ Sara Bareilles.

~~~

Saturday morning was pretty busy for Grace. She spent time making sure everything was alright. She took the cushions, removed the seats of the couch, and let them sit under the sun out on the airy balcony. She double-cleaned every single thing.

Yunho was sitting on the dining table chair. He observed Grace. His heart fluttered seeing she was putting so much effort to make the surroundings comfortable for Hongjoong. He almost laughed when he saw her bringing a brand new fluffy cushion out of the dryer, along with new cushion covers for other cushions. He swears he saw a furry white cover, different from others, in the pile in her hands.

"You do know that Hongjoong is blind, right?" Yunho questioned

"Yeah...?"

"So why are putting in so much effort? He won't see it," he reasoned.

"Yeah, but he can feel it," Grace made a 'duh' face.

He observed her a bit more before speaking again.

"Grace?"

"What now?"

"I'm happy for you." She looked at him with confusion. "I have never seen you this happy in years. I hope this works for you."

"I am always happy... What do you mean?" She mumbled.

"Grace, honey, drop the act. Oky? I have seen you struggle. I have seen you crying your eyes out. You don't need to pretend to be someone you are not. Okay?" He walked close to her. "Be real with yourself and me too..." He kissed her forehead and hugged her.

"I feel different when with him," she said.

"I hope it's a good one?" She nodded with a smile. "Alright then! You continue with your cushion madness, I'll go and grab some snacks and decide the menu for dinner," Yunho said and let go of her. She wiped her teary eyes and chuckled.

"Okay. But order food from a good restaurant." Yunho gave her a thumbs up and left.

Grace was standing where he left her. She was again lost in her thoughts. Yunho is right. And she knows it, there was no denying it. Although, she did live in denial. Her life was okay until the game of dating started. Every girl has always dreamed of a prince. Someone who would love them regardless of their flaws. Every little girl has dreamed of a happy ending. Where the prince keeps his princess happy forever. But it's not always like that. Not all girls find a man or prince who would keep them happy or secure. Some men dare to turn a happy and secure girl into an unhappy insecure girl, just like Grace herself.

She was a happy girl. Always filled with energy, ready to face the world with her weird humor. Always smiling. She was in love with herself. Always had confidence in herself and her looks. But it all changed after she started dating. Maybe she was not meant to date at all. Maybe she was meant to be alone. If there is a thing like fate, then she is not in its good sight.

Yuho, she was grateful that he was her best friend. He has been there with her whenever she fell. He was there to treat her wounds. But wasn't able to heal those scars. Not that she minded. It wasn't his job to do that. She had to heal those herself. Was it that easy? Like, just out of nowhere, they will heal themselves? The answer was a big No. Those are tough scars. They won't heal that easily.

Healing takes time.

More than one can estimate.

~~~

"Your apartment smells different, " Yeosang noticed.

"The cushion covers are different," wooyoung noticed.

"The couch seats are more fluffed and soft," Jongho noticed.

"The rug is well vacuumed," San noticed.

"Grace is glowing," Sofia noticed.

"House looks warmer," Maya noticed.

"There is a cute cushion as well," Mingi noticed.

These are Yunho and Grace's circle of friends. Most of them have been friends since they were in kindergarten. Mingi came along in middle school. Maya and Jongho became part of the group in college. Yunho and Grace were the oldest friends. They were together even before their birth. Their mothers would always talk about how their unborn children will become best friends. Well, that was a perfect assumption they had.

They all luckily started working in the same city. Their bond was stronger than ever. But for Grace, she was still alone. There was a huge void that needed to be filled. There were many things that her friends couldn't help with.

"Well, Ms. Grace, care to enlighten us about these changes?" Sofia demanded.

"I wanted to a-add some things and clean p-properly," dammit voice.

"Really?" Maya raised her left eyebrow not buying her poor reason.

"Of course, why would I do all the cleaning otherwise," she sheepishly grinned.

"Exactly! Why would you do that?" Yeosang asked.

"Ah, stop guys. Leave her alone," Yunho mocked. "Let the girl be happy."

Grace glared at him and turned around to bring snacks and drinks for everyone. She was excited to see Hongjoong. At the same time, she was nervous about how her friends would react. Although Grace least cared about what they said, they were going to be happy in her happiness anyway. But still, the questions and opinions related to this were quite prominent.

"No, but seriously, why all this? I'm so damn sure that this much is not for Yunho and Mingi's engagement —" Sofia was cut off by the doorbell.

Grace quickly jogged towards the door to open. Seeing her excitement, All of her friends looked toward the door to see what was getting her excited.

She excitedly opened the door with a big smile and was greeted by Hongjoong and Seonghwa. They both looked so good. They weren't wearing something out of the ordinary but they looked handsome… especially Hongjoong. He was wearing a graphic t-shirt that was tucked loosely into his black skinny jeans, and combat shoes.

"Good evening, Grace!" Seonghwa pulled her out of her trance.

"Ah, good evening, Seonghwa and Hongjoong!" She greeted them with a blushing face. "Come on inside."

"Hello, Grace," Hongjoong shyly greeted.

"Hi," she blushed.

"Seriously, what the hell is going on!?" Sofia asked. "Who are they?" She whispered to Yunho. He shrugged and asked her to wait.

Grace brought them inside and made them sit. She pushed Jongho away to make Hongjoong sit where the new white fluffy cushion was.

Looking at Hongjoong's stick and distant eyes, they all figured out his uniqueness. They all look at Grace, many questions running through their mind. This party was supposed to be for close friends. Not that they minded but still the explanation was much needed.

"I know your horse minds are running far away but hold them for a minute," Grace said. "First, we introduce. So, these two are my new friends. This Seonghwa and this… Hongjoong," she said Hongjoong's name shyly.

Everyone in the room was able to grasp it. Grace's cheeks heated when she noticed what she did. But she cleared her throat to continue the introduction but Yunho's voice interrupted—

"This is him," Yunho smirked.

"Oh! So he is that guy who got our Grace whipped," Wooyoung clapped excitedly.

It was silent for a second. All the people in the room shifted their gazes toward Grace. It was making her nervous. She felt her body heating up. But for some reason, she wasn't afraid to talk about it. There was this feeling at the back of her mind that said that this was the right thing to do. Hongjoong felt so natural to her.

"A-ah…" she nervously chuckled. "I-It's nothing like that, Wooyoung," she sent him a glare.

"What!? Don't glare at me. I just know what we talked about that day when I visited you guys," Wooyoung pouted.

"We didn't talk about anything!" Grace's voice got higher in pitch.

"Ah, you are such a liar! I remember your exact words! They were like—

'Well, he looks around our age. He is so nice and sweet. I just wanted to spend more time with him. He was humble and our interests match…'" Wooyoung mimicked her. "Don't lie to us!"

Grace wanted to run away and hide. It was true that she said that but saying it in front of the man himself was embarrassing. She wanted to run away and hide somewhere no one could find her.

She stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. What if he didn't like her? What if he stops being your friend? What if he is uncomfortable!? No! She looked at Hongjoong with a horrified look on her face but it softened when she saw him. He was blushing and smiling, his face was deep red. He looked cute. His reaction gave her some hope. It made you feel like she could have him. And she wasn't going to give up.

Grace looked up at Yunho who was looking at Hongjoong too. His gaze shifted towards her and his smile widened. He nodded as reassurance. Yunho felt bad for saying it out loud but he knew he had to, otherwise, Grace would have never said a thing. He knew his friend was head over heels for this kind man sitting on the couch with the new cushion.

Seonghwa was so invested in this. He was happy that his best friend found someone. Now he knew his duty as well, to bring them together. Yunho made it easier for him. Seonghwa looked towards the said man and gave him a knowing smile. In return, Yunho winked.

"Ahem, then I would say that our Mr. Kim has been talking about a pretty lady with whom he went to the library and spent a handful of quality time," Hongjoong's eyes widened at Seonghwa's words. He could hear the smirk in his voice.

"A-ah," Hongjoong was at a loss of words.

"Ah! No! You better ask my girl out on a date, man," Maya said in the excitement of the moment that was being unfolded so shamelessly.

"Mhm, or you ask him out, asshole," Wooyoung exclaimed to Grace.

It made Hongjoong giggle. He wanted to ask her out but his disability left him insecure. He thought that Grace probably wanted someone perfect. Someone who could look at her beauty and appreciate it even more. He was unaware of the fact that he was the only person who appreciated her beauty even with her flaws. Although he was blind he accepted her immediately. It could have gone extremely wrong but he 'trusted' her.

"Grace?" Hongjoong's sweet voice echoed. He extended his hand for Grace to take, and she happily did. He stood up facing her and smiled softly. "I don't know if you actually want to but… would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked nervously.

Grace was emotional. It felt like he was proposing to her and not just asking for just a mere date. It was her first time feeling so important. After many failed relationships that were once "serious", it was refreshing. She wanted to live this feeling over and over again. The butterflies in her stomach and the uneven heartbeat in a pleasant way were all she could feel.

" Yes, Hongjoong. I will go on the date with you," Grace whispered.

"OH HELL YEAH!" Wooyoung and Sofia exclaimed while others were looking at them with heart eyes.

"Finally, your loner ass will date now," Mingi teased.

"Ah, that's not true," Grace playfully pouted and helped Hongjoong sit back.

"Now are we gonna introduce and begin our party?" Yeosang, who was enjoying the cheesy scene, spoke.

"Yes, so they are all my friends. You already met Yunho. So there's Mingi, San, Yeosang, Wooyoung, Jongho, Sofia, and Maya. Mingi is Yunho's now-fiancé," Grace acquainted them.

"It's nice to meet you all! And congratulations to both of you!" Seonghwa grinned.

"Yes, I hope we will get along. Also, I hope Yunho and Mingi, that you both live happily forever," Hongjoong shyly mentioned.

"Thank you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong. It means a lot to us," a heavy voice said. Hongjoong noted it as Mingi's since Yunho's were a little lighter.

"Ah, this is nice! Now we have more people in our group!" San said.

"Correct Sannie~ now come on, get your ass up and help me," Grace said. Hongjoong grasped onto the voice as San's. It was high-pitched. He could feel that the man was cat-like. But he couldn't be so sure for obvious reasons.

"Mingi, your sister didn't join today?" Maya asked.

"Ah Maya, she was busy. She will join us at the family dinner," Mingi replied.

'Maya,' Hongjoong noted. He figured out Sofia's and Wooyoung's voices already. Both were obnoxiously loud. Not that he complained.

"That's much better. Last time we couldn't even drink properly. She is like a little witch,"

"Jongho! She is my sister," Mingi pouted.

'Jongho… check,' Hongjoong mentally nodded.

"But she always does this. It's not like we drink all the time," a shy voice remarked.

'Ahh, this must be Yeosang…,' Hongjoong thought after listening to a shy voice. Seonghwa quietly giggled at Hongjoong's cute habit of memorizing people's voices.

"Yeosangie, you know Mingi loves his sister and won't listen to a word against her…" Sofia said. "Even though we know she is a mother-type friend," she teased.

"Leave her alone you all. It's alright. We should focus on Mingi and Yunho," Grace came back with more snacks and San was carrying some drinks.

"Yup, so how did you propose?" San asked.

Both Yunho and Mingi shyly looked at each other. They were an example of true love. There was nothing that they wanted in return, just pure love. At their lowest, they both stood with their lover. If one was the backbone the other was the blood of the relationship and together they formed a heart.

For a long time, everyone was worried about these two lovebirds. It was a bumpy ride but they held onto each other. They fought but came back running into each other's arms. Sometimes, Grace envied them. But she was happy. If her love life was crappy, she wanted her best friends to have the best… even if it left her alone sometimes.

"It wasn't something new," Yunho rubbed his nape. "I just took him to the carnival nearby and proposed to him there."

"It was the best!" Mingo exclaimed with excitement. "He proposed to me when we were on the Ferris wheel. We were at the top and then he gave me this really romantic speech and then he asked me to marry him and gave me this ring!" He showed off the ring. It was a ring band with a tiny diamond in it.

Everyone cooed at the couple. Their cheeks were burning red. They were perfect for each other. Always understood each other better than anybody. When one would not pick up the call, they would go nuts and call everybody around them to ask if the other is alright.

"You guys, you make me feel single," Wooyoung whined.

"What!? Why? I'm here. Do I love you enough!?" San spoke.

"Ah, but just look at them… you? You just sit there and play with that stinky cat of yours and do nothing," Wooyoung huffed.

"If you want to play… Daddy will play with you without any hesitation, baby boy," San smirked causing Wooyoung to choke on his drink.

"Eww," everyone groaned or gagged.

That's another beautiful couple. They clicked the moment they laid their eyes on one another. They have been together since day one. Grace still remembers that day when they were in kindergarten—

"Hewo, I Sannie~" the young San introduced. "Can me sit heah?" He asked in his high-pitched voice.

Young Wooyoung looked at the cat-like boy standing in front of his table where he was sitting with his friends. San's sharp eyes were so captive.

"Pwees. Heah. With mwe," Wooyoung patted the seat next to him where the cat man sat happily.

Although they started dating later after high school. Until then, they were scared to ruin their friendship. It all started with San overhearing Wooyoung when he was talking to Sofia about him being scared to tell San about his love and losing him. But that's when San stepped in and confessed his love to the loud man. San would be lying if he said he wasn't scared but after knowing that his Wooyoung loved him too, he didn't let the opportunity go away.

The songs were playing, drinks were being taken on loop and everyone was munching on the snacks. It was a nice environment. Grace was feeling nice to have her loved ones around her, even if it was for Yunho and Mingi. She felt like there were many people for her. To her surprise, everyone was chill about Hongjoong. They, so far, didn't do anything to make him feel like he didn't belong there. They asked him many questions and poured him many drinks and helped him get his favorite treats. She also figured that Hongjoong's taste in music was better than anyone.

Grace found Hongjoong standing in the corner near the slightly opened window. She came closer to him.

"Hongjoong? Are you alright?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah! It was getting hot in here so I wanted to take some air. I figured this is a window," he replied.

"Ah, you could have opened it properly. It does get hot in here when there are these monkeys around," they chuckled. Grace opened the whole window and helped him outside. The cool night breeze kissed their faces. The summer nights like this were Grace's and Hongjoong's favorite.

"Yeah, this is so nice," Hongjoong smiled.

"Mhm," Grace looked at him, his face reflecting moonlight. He was flawless. There was not a single tension line on his face or dark circles under his eyes. His face was crystal clear and glowy. She was sure that the moon was jealous of his beauty.

"If you don't want to go on the date, I understand," Hongjoong's features turned into sad ones while saying this. "There are many wonderful men out there who are perfect and… and are fully functioned."

Grace took her time to process his words. She totally underestimated Hongjoong's feelings. Of course, he was insecure about his uniqueness. But it was hard for Grace to make him understand that for her, he is the most perfect man. Because one with the eyes snatched her happiness and made her insecure about her own body.

"Oh, hush. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want to go on a date with you… And don't say that they are fully functioning. They might have the light of eyes but the light of a rational brain is fused… I think you are better than them in all aspects… I feel like we have hope…" she shyly confessed.

Hongjoongs eyes got teary. He remembered the librarian's words. He understood where Grace was coming from. They were similar in many ways.

"Mhm," he nodded, not trusting his voice. In the darkness of his eyes, he felt the light of togetherness.

They stood there for a long time and enjoyed the comfortable silence. The nice cool breeze and each other's warmth were keeping them occupied. The times when they were together, the weather seemed to be nice and romantic.

~~~

-Hongjoong's standpoint-

"So how do you feel?" Seonghwa asked me when we came back to my place.

"Good," I said with a smile.

"Yeah? You were so flustered," Seonghwa teased.

"No, I was just… stop!" my cheeks heated up.

"Hmm, going on a date I see. You must be so excited," I smiled at Seonghwa's question and nodded. "You and the pretty lady were standing outside on the balcony for so long, what were you talking about?"

"Ah, nothing. We were just standing there out in the cool breeze and nothing else," I said and stood up to go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. But I stopped when Seonghwa hugged me from the back.

"I wish you the best, my friend. I think she is the one for you. I wish you could see the stars in her eyes whenever she looks at you. I hope this works," his words made me a little sad. Only I know how much I'm dying to see her. But alas! I can't. I scoffed at my disability, bitterly. But I felt so happy that Seonghwa was concerned about me. I love him as a best friend. He has been there for me forever.

"Thank you, Hwa. I hope we- we work out at the end," I whispered and turned around to hug him better. I didn't know I needed that hug.

It was a good day. Grace's friends were so nice and they accepted me without any hesitation. I felt like I belonged there. Her friends are like her… But she is a bit better:)

~~~

-Third person's standpoint-

"Yunho!" Grace called.

"What!?" He came into her room. "What the actual fuck?" He looked at the mess around her room. All the clothes were hanging around. He rolled his eyes and caught a piece of cloth roaming along with the ceiling fan. "How the hell did that get up there? What is going on, Grace?"

"Today is my date, remember!?" She spoke from inside her closet.

"It doesn't mean that you are going to trash your room," he made some space on her bed to sit.

"I don't have time for that. I don't know what to wear," she got out with a huge pout on her face. "What do I do?" She mumbled like a kid.

"Wear anything you want, it's not like he is gonna see it anyway," Yunho said without knowing.

"You say that one more time, you won't be able to walk again," her serious voice sent shivers down Yunho's spine.

"I-I didn't mean to," he whispered. "I'm sorry," he got up and hugged her.

"It's okay. But no more, please," Grace patted his back. "Help me now."

"Grace, you have so many clothes. You are the founder and CEO of your brand. How are you confused?" Yunho frowned.

"I want to be comfortable. But I want to wear something good," she whined.

"Ah, let's put together a dress for you," Yunho got up and opened the window in her room and observed the weather. "It's pleasant outside. I think the usual warm evening will be there… So…" he tapped his chin and snapped his fingers and went into her closet and dug in deeper through the pile of clothes.

After a few minutes, he handed you an outfit. His forehead was covered in sweat. "Now, go in quickly and get ready. It's already late," he ushered her in while wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

Grace quickly took a shower and did her skincare routine and dried her hair and styled them naturally. Then she got into the outfit and put on some makeup. She looked pretty. The simple natural makeup looked so pretty with her white flowy dress that fell just on her mid-shin. Along with it, he gave her a short summer jacket. For the accessories, she wore tiny stud earrings and a thin golden choker. To give a nice final look, she wore beige-colored pumps. Overall, she looked comfy yet beautiful.

"You look like a doll," Yunho smiled at his masterpiece. "Now if you hug him, he will feel nice and comfy," he winked.

"Shut up," she smacked his chest lightly. "I am going now. Please, for the love of your gayness, keep this place intact when I come back," she kissed his cheek and opened the door.

"Don't worry. You won't be disappointed," he waved her goodbye and showed her thumbs up.

~~~

Hongjoong was nervous. He was sweating crazy. Within two hours, he took shower three times. Seonghwa was teasing him for being this nervous but also helped him get in a decent outfit— a white-collar t-shirt with some dark blue jeans and sneakers.

"Seonghwa, I think I'm gonna pass out," Seonghwa laughed at his best friend.

"Don't worry, Hongjoong. It's gonna be alright. She will think that you are just perfect," he patted the shorter man's shoulder.

"Okay," with that they left. The whole ride, Hongjoong's legs were shaking up and down. Seonghwa never saw him this nervous. Grace definitely had an effect on him.

Hongjoong was early. Seonghwa got him a comfortable seat and wished him luck. "At least kiss or something. Don't fail me!" He left.

"Oh look at him. What do you think about why he is here?" Someone on his left asked.

"Probably, for a date," the other person said.

"Huh, a date. Guess what, they are gonna ditch him," a lady said. "I mean, I wouldn't want to be with someone like him, he is a burden," she scoffed.

They continued to make him feel bad about himself. He was so close to ditching Grace. He knew that Grace wouldn't leave him hanging but he didn't want her to think that he was a burden or a liability to her. But then he heard the restaurant bell ring.

Grace entered the restaurant and looked for Hongjoong. When she spotted him, he looked stressed. She was ten minutes late already. Maybe because I was late,'she thought and approached him.

"Hongjoongie~" Grace called. "I'm sorry I'm late. I was- was unable to find the right outfit," she shyly mentioned.

"Ah, no problem!" Hongjoong giggled but shied when he felt a pair of soft lips on his cheek. "I'm sure you look beautiful as always."

Grace was touched by his sweet gestures. Seeing him all flustered was something she started to enjoy. She liked the feeling of his silky skin on her lips. "You are so handsome, Joongie," she held his hand.

"Stop, you make me blush," they both laughed at his cute nose scrunch.

"Well, I do think you are the most beautiful creature out there," she continued.

"Oh, she is a crackhead. Why him? She seems so wise but her choices are shitty," the person from before said again. Grace heard it but ignored it, thinking that they were talking about someone else.

"I think I saw her in the magazine. Isn't she the founder and CEO of that brand called The Glorious?" Oh, now she knows about whom those assholes were talking about.

Grace being Grace, she excused herself and turned towards the group of three people. She gave them a bitter smile.

"Excuse me. I don't remember asking your opinion on my relationship with this handsome man in front of me. Hm. Honestly, you guys are so handsome too. But, well, I'm sorry that you all have ugly personalities. Hopefully, that gets better sooner, you know. It's not healthy to be… dick heads," she turned back to Hongjoong and smiled sadly seeing his sad expression. "And Joongie, I love to spend time with you. I- I adore every single minute of you," she held his hands. "I hope you know that what others think doesn't matter to me. It should not affect us. Please, don't let them get to you. I-I don't know if I can take that," she said in a shaky voice.

Hongjoong held her hands tighter and smiled. He never felt so lucky. She was a miracle for him. He has been to a few dates before but they all either ditched him or never got back to him. There were times when they left him in the middle of the date. I was new to him, someone taking a stand for him.

"I know, I won't," he felt a little guilty for thinking about ditching her at the beginning. "I love to spend time with you too."

The three other people felt utterly humiliated. They paid for their food and scurried away quickly, hiding their faces.

That's what they deserved, to be humiliated. Saying that a person with some special abilities is not well enough for them is shameful. They needed to have a taste of their own medicine.

Rest of the date passed by peacefully. They ordered their meals and talked about everything and anything. They discovered more interesting things about each other. Hongjoong was so talented and did many things. He was a public speaker as well. Many organizations contacted him to speak about being self-reliant. Grace was feeling so proud of the man. He was unstoppable.

After their main course, they left the restaurant and strolled around the streets. Grace wanted to hold his hand but was too nervous to do so. She looked up at him, his cheeks were slightly pink, and his lips had a sweet smile. The streets were rather empty, not in a creepy way. She could hear some people chatting and the tapping sound of Hongjoong's stick. Gaining some confidence, she intertwined their hands and a huge smile crept on her face when his hands closed around her and gave her a little squeeze.

"Haaaaa, it's a beautiful night!" Grace exclaimed. "I wish the time could pause here," she dreamily said.

"Right? I want that to happen as well," he giggled. "I-I am so thankful for you. Thank you for everything you did for me since the day we first met," Hongjoong was feeling emotional. This was the first time that he felt needed by another person who was not his parents or Seonghwa. It was the first time that he felt like his date was actually worth it. Every single time they talked, they helped each other heal from insecurity.

Grace felt more beautiful around him. He was a gentleman he needed in her life. A nice soft-spoken person. He values everything in his life and never complains about anything. Things get difficult, she knows, but he was stronger than grieving and giving up. Even though he was hurting, he had built more will to live and achieve things in his life.

Hongjoong was normal but the way his world worked was through the darkness.

"Oh, there is an ice cream truck! Shall we go and have some? Pweez," Grace asked like a kid making Hongjoong laugh loudly.

"Sure, go ahead," he said in between his laughter.

Grace dragged the laughing man along with her to the truck. She looked at the flavors mentioned there with her sparkling eyes. She repeated the flavors for Hongjoong to choose from.

They bought their ice creams and walked to the Han river. There the pair sat on the bench and enjoyed their ice creams along with the summer evening air.

Grace looked around, the colourful world looked so beautiful. The lights of the tall buildings and the moon shined over the river. She wondered if Hongjoong ever thought about this beauty that she was blessed to see. There were many things wrong in this world but in times like these, the world looked so perfect and gorgeous.

But that wasn't the most perfect or beautiful site at all. That was the man sitting on her left. It was the most eye-catching site in the world, his innocent face, and personality. She looked at him. Her eyes followed his features and landed on his lips. They looked soft and pink. All she wanted to do was explore them as much as she could.

"Hongjoong?" He shivered when her hot breath caressed the side of his face.

"Yeah?" He whispered.

"C-can I kiss you?" Her breath got heavy.

Hongjoong's mind blurred. "Please," he consented.

He felt her cupping his right cheek and rubbing her nose against his. Their lips brushed together and then he felt her soft lips against his. Their lips melted into each other just perfectly as if they were made to be kissed. Her lips felt warm against his as his soft lips kissed back. It was immature at first but they got hold of it. The lips moved in sync with the other. It felt so warm and comforting. The inner thunderstorms calmed down and fell into the deep feeling of the romantic treasure.

They pulled apart to take a breath. Oh, he wanted to look into her beautiful eyes and see the love they poured. He felt so helpless. But her hands held his head and caressed his hair making him melt into her touch. Her forehead rested against hers, the breath fanning over his face.

"Joongie… you make me feel like a different person. You make me feel things I never felt," Grace sobbed. "You make me hypnotized in your charms," she kissed his forehead and looked into his eyes. They were shedding tears as well.

"You say that like you don't do things to me," they chuckled.

The couple stayed like that for a few more moments. It felt like their paths were engaging with each other. The raw feeling of security and belongingness felt so pure and addicting to both of them.

The time passed rather quickly. It was already getting late and Seonghwa was waiting in front of a nearby bus stop. Hongjoong and Grace walked there, hand in hand. He would kiss her knuckles and make her giggle. They both looked lost in their own happy town. A town where there was love and peace, no one was hurt in that town.

"Look at you two! Ah, I'm not single but damn you both make me feel like one," Seonghwa's voice pulled them out of their town. "But I'm not complaining. My girl and I have a lot of fun, you know," he smirked.

"It's just a beginning. You will be seeing more, you know," Grace teased. "Right Hongjoong?"

"Mhm, right," Hongjoong giggled.

"Alright then. Come on in Hongjoong. We shall go now," Seonghwa came to them and held Hongjoong's hand.

"Grace, how did you come?" Hongjoong asked.

"I came here in the cab," she replied.

"Oh, then we will drop you home. Come on in," Hongjoong offered.

"No, it's fine! My apartment is not so far from here. I can go," she assured them.

"No, Grace, we insist," Seonghwa smiled and opened the back seat for you to hop in.

Leaving no place for arguments, she sat in the car. Seonghwa helped Hongjoong in and quickly got in the driver's seat and started moving. The ride was quiet. She looked outside the window and watched the world passing by. In no time, Seonghwa stopped in front of her building.

"Thank you so much for dropping me," Grace thanked.

"No need to say thank you. It's alright," Seonghwa winked at her, friendly.

Grace got out of the car and knocked at Hongjoong's window. Seonghwa lowered the window.

"Joongie, thank you for today. I loved our first date. I'm looking forward to more," She kissed his cheek.

"I loved it too. And yes, we will plan our next date soon… come here," he asked. Grace came closer to his face. His hand found her face. Tracing his fingers along her cheeks, he found her lips and gave them a quick peck. It made Seonghwa's eyes wide as a round table.

Blushing, Grace giggled and got away from the car. After saying good night, she went back to her apartment. The drunk butterflies were dancing in her stomach.

~~~

The next morning, when Yunho woke up, he saw Grace humming to herself and was making breakfast. Her hair was wet after the shower and her skin was glowing and looked fresh.

"Someone is definitely having a good morning," he said while sitting on the island stool.

"I, indeed, am," she smiled widely, something Yunho didn't see enough.

"You went on the date yesterday! Fuck! Did you fuck!?" His eyes widened along with his smirk.

Grace laughed at his reaction. "No, no. We didn't fuck but we did have a great time together. We had dinner and then we bought ice cream from the ice cream truck. After that, we went and spent some time at the Han river… It was wonderful. Nothing sexual, but we might have shared a kiss," she mumbled.

"Bitch! Tell me the details! We work on details. Detail!!!!!!!" Yunho cheered.

"Ah, no wonder why our neighbors complain about us. And there is nothing much in detail. We just had a great time and then Seonghwa came to pick him up and then they offered to drop me here so that's how I came back. And when I came in I was looking for you but you were asleep," she recalled.

"Yeah, I was sleepy yesterday. But it's fine now… How did you kiss? Who initiated it? How was it?" The curious cat perked.

"So, we were sitting there and I kinda got lost in his existence and initiated the kiss. It was romantic and sober. It felt like my whole world fell on the right path. It was heavenly. I didn't want to leave his lips," Grace thought about that moment.

"I'm gonna get diabetes if you will pour this much sweetness here," Yunho giggled. "I'm so excited for you two!" He got up and walked toward the bathroom, "I'm gonna go and get fresh."

~~~

"Yah! Hongjoong!" Seonghwa called while entering Hongjoong's apartment.

Hongjoong came out of the bathroom, the towel was resting on his shoulders and his hair was still dripping. "What?"

"Ah, you didn't talk about your date yesterday. So I came in today to get the details," the smirky voice made Hongjoong giggle.

"Why do you need to know everything?" Hongjoong groaned, playfully.

"Because," Seonghwa helped Hongjoong to sit on the couch, "that's what best friends do."

"Oky," he giggled. "Well, it was great. I felt so important," he shyly smiled.

"Yeah?" Seonghwa smiled at his best friend.

"Mhm. She was so nice and gave her whole attention to me… she even shut off the people who were talking bad about me," Hongjoong mumbled and looked sad.

"What people?" Seonghwa frowned. "Tell me everything, Joong."

"Well, when I was waiting, there were a few people at the next table, and they saw that I was blind and started talking about how my date or whoever it is not gonna show up," he said in a small voice.

"Joong, you know they were just insensitive people who don't even have an ounce of brain and humanity," Seonghwa held Hongjoong's hands and sat on the floor in front of him.

"I know," the younger whispered, "but they got into my head and I was so close to leaving that place. I thought she wouldn't show up or well, might not want to date me."

"But she did and she protected you," Seonghwa gave a gentle squeeze.

"Don't you think I should be the one protecting her and not the other way around?" Hongjoong sarcastically said. "I feel like I'm weak. From the moment I know her, she has been protecting me. I feel useless," he scoffed.

Seonghwa thought about his friend's feelings. It was of the rarest times when he would share his insecurity with him. It made Seonghwa genuinely concerned about Hongjoong.

"It's not like that, Joong. When you truly love someone, there is no stronger or weaker person as long as you both give mental support to each other. And you both share your responsibilities. Like, she takes care of what you can't see and you take care of what she can't feel. She protects you from the assholes who think you are less than anybody and you make her feel loved. You break the walls that she built around her heart. You make her be herself. Why the hell are you so sad? All I see is that you two fit perfectly like puzzle pieces," Seonghwa got up and opened the breakfast bag that he brought. "Don't think too much. You are gonna ruin what you have with your insecurity. But if you think too much, I would say talk to her. Putting your views on your relationship in front of her might help you feel better. You should talk when you sabotage yourself."

Hongjoong thought about what his best friend said. He was well aware of the fact that his mind is playing tricks on him. He was being manipulated by his past experiences. All of the dates he went to and most of the people he met, they all ended up making him feel bad about something that was out of his control. It was almost like his actions and thinking were being directed by those people. He needed to sort it out before his thoughts ate up his relationship.

"Here, eat something then we have to go to your parents for lunch. They asked me to bring you earlier, they want you to meet someone as well," Seonghwa informed.

"Who do they want me to meet?"

"I don't know, they said it was important. That you should be there before eleven."

They ate their breakfast in silence. The thoughts were running wild in both of their heads.

~~~

"Grace!" Sofia whined. "Tell me the whole thing. Why are we so lagging?"

Sofia and Yeosang visited Grace to know the whole Hongjoong scenario. They were so amazed by Grace's flushed look.

"I have never seen her like this. I must say, I was worried that she was sick," Yeosang chimed in while Grace was laying on the couch with a blank face. She was looking at the ceiling without blinking.

Yunho wanted to laugh at what a tiny man did to her. She was never like this. "Are you sick, Grace?" He asked.

"Mhm," she sighed. The other three got concerned after listening to her heavy sigh.

"What happened? Should I take you to the doctor?" Yunho quickly got up and kneeled before her.

"A disorder happened," still not blinking and it made them worry.

"What disorder?" Yunho caressed Grace's head.

"HGMHD," she sighed again.

"Huh?" They said in unison.

"Hongjoong Got Me High Disorder," she pouted.

"Grace! You scared us!" Sofia hit her with the cushion.

"What!? You asked what happened," Grace sat up properly, and Yunho got up and eased next to her.

"So we agree that we are whipped for him… hmm?" Yunho smirked.

Grace groaned and covered her face, "I don't know," she whined, "it's so confusing."

"What is so confusing?" Yeosang questioned and grabbed an apple to nibble on it.

"I don't know… What if Hongjoong doesn't like me?" She combed her fingers through her hair in frustration. "What if he is doing all of this as an act of kindness? He probably wouldn't even look at me if he had his eyesight," Grace's lower lip wobbled.

"Oh, Grace," Sofia got up and hugged her. "You still stuck at those crappy remarks from your ex-dates?"

"I mean, they all said similar things when they left," Grace sniffled.

"But that doesn't mean that that is true," Yeosang held your hand.

"Right. They all were assholes. I'm not gonna lie but you always dated shitty people, Grace," Yunho tsked making her chuckle.

"I have to agree on that one. You did indeed date a bunch of shitheads. They were all filled with the fire of sex. I don't think that they ever saw you. All they wanted was to get their STD-activated dicks wet. It's not your fault," Sofia wiped her eyes.

"I agree!" Yunho exclaimed.

"How do their words even get inside your skull? I remember the old you. You used to be so in love with yourself," Yeosang got the flashback of her happy days when she would always be happy and cheerful.

"You know, insecurities only creep in when someone points them out. I know I was so satisfied with how I looked. But… now, when I think about it, it's just that they make sense somehow," Grace sadly smiled.

The silence dropped onto them. It was a fact that Grace said. Bodies are something that we can never change. People pointing out the flaws that we never saw are as cruel as murdering anybody. It kills someone's confidence and makes them fall into a huge hole of self-hatred. Comparing yourself with others who have perfect bodies is so heart-wrenching. We forget how we are so unique and blessed with oh-so-perfect figures. The beauty standards that others set are so pathetic. No one can tell anyone what a hot or perfect body is. All are beautiful. Regardless of their weights, heights, sizes, curves, features, race, or nationality, they all are marvelous. It's a beauty on its own. We always forget that we are natural art. Our flaws make us who we are, they fill in the details of our personality and make us a distinct and unique piece of art.

The hope of someone loving Grace was so low for herself. Her insecurities were like a truck and her body was like a leaf that came under that truck. Society, the modern society was the biggest denigrator, and the people like Grace and Hongjoong were the biggest victims.

"But what they say is not true," Yunho whispered.

"I know…" Grace hugged Yunho. "I will try to work on it," she promised and stood up. Stretching her sore muscles, she stepped towards the kitchen. "So kids, what do we want to eat? I'm hungry," she cheered the mood.

"Ah, I'll order the pizza. You should come back and sit with us. We still need to know how the Hongjoong thing happened," Yeosang excitedly said.

"You not gonna let it go?" Grace blushed thinking about Hongjoong.

'There is no going back for my feelings now,' Grace mentally sighed… happily.

"You should have hit her face with that $1000 bag!" Sofia exclaimed after Grace told them about how she first met Hongjoong.

"I know, right? She was annoying," Yeosang ugh-ed.

"Hm. I was feeling so bad about this whole thing. He didn't know that that bag was going to be there," Grace said.

"Ah, but I'm proud of you, Grace," Sofia patted her back. "You took a stand. It was necessary."

"These people need to be put in their places. How could anyone say that?" Yeosang said.

"I know. But what happened next?" Sofia asked.

"Then we went to the library and we talked a bit then we went to the book shop to buy my books and then I dropped him back at the cafe," Grace smiled.

"Why did you leave him back there? You could have given him the lift to his house," Yeosang loudly thought.

"Well, I did ask him if I could drop him at his place but he said that his friend is gonna pick him up and all," they all nodded. "Ah, anyway. We are going to our parents this weekend. Do you two want to join us?" Yunho's ears perked at Grace's offer to their friends.

"Yeah, you should join us. It's been a while," Yunho said.

"Well, I am going to Jeju Island with my cousins this weekend. So, I'll pass. Maybe next time," Yeosang smiled.

"And Maya and I are flying to Busan for the seminar about skincare," Sofia's eyes sparked. "I told you, remember?"

"Ah, I forgot that it was this weekend," Grace nodded to herself.

"But as Sangie said next time!" Sofia grinned. "Tell your parents that we sent good wishes."

"Sure, Sofia. But we all should make a plan for it. My parents miss all of us," Yunho chimed.

"Mmhm, mine too," Grace said.

"Grace, your parents have been waiting for you for so long. I'm sure they would want to spend their time with you only this time. I mean after the dinner," Sofia pointed out.

A gloomy mood spread on Grace's face. She missed her parents but had very little courage to go back. She didn't want to show them her dejected phase. They were going to break if she did that. No good parent wants to see their children go through something that makes them hate themselves. For them, their children are the most handsome people in the world.

"I hope it goes well," Grace sighed.

~~~

Grace was working out at her place on the balcony, and Yunho was at Mingi's place. She was doing planks when her phone rang. She got up and wiped the sweat off of her forehead and looked at her phone.

BAE💓

She smiled and picked up the call immediately, "Hello?"

"Hi, Grace. How are you today?" Hongjoong's honey-like voice echoed from her phone.

"Hi, I'm doing great, Joongie. What about you?" Grace walked onto her balcony and leaned against the railing and looked at the world passing by.

"Ah, I'm fine now that I listened to your voice," he giggled.

Grace exaggerated a gasp, "you flirted with me!?" They laughed.

"Oh, do you not want me to?" Hongjoong teased.

"I never said that," she mumbled.

"Oky, so I can flirt as much as I want," he chuckled.

"I mean, you can," Grace picked on the skin around her nails.

"Well, we will do that, no doubt. But I was thinking about yesterday," he began.

"What about yesterday?" Grace asked.

"It was the best date I ever had. I enjoy being with you," Grace's heart fluttered. He didn't say "enjoyed" but "enjoy". It made her inner self somersault.

"Yeah?" He hummed, "I loved it too, Joong. I love to spend time with you. I adore it so much," Hongjoong blushed and chuckled. He never got this much attached to anybody but Grace.

"That's nice to hear… So I was thinking if we could go out on a date?" Hongjoong hesitated.

"Ah! Yes! Please. We can go," Grace's excitement made Hongjoong giggle. "When do you want?"

"This weekend maybe?" He brushed his hand through his hair.

"Oh, not this weekend. Yunho, Mingi, and I are going back to our hometown for a dinner party with our parents for Mingi and Yunho's engagement," Grace's face fell.

"Ah, it's alright. We can go out some other day," Hongjoong suggested.

"Hmm, are you free next Tuesday evening?" She asked.

"Yea, I'm free in the evening," he recalled his schedule in his head.

"Oky, great! I know this nice restaurant. They have some of the best food around here. We can go there for dinner. What do you think?" Grace asked.

"That's fine with me," Hongjoong smiled.

"Oky. And I want to ask you something," Grace shyly said.

"Go on,"

"I was thinking if I could pick you up that evening?" She questioned.

"Sure!" Hongjoong smiled widely. "I'll ask Seonghwa to text you the address," he said.

"Oky cool, we'll meet on Tuesday!" She chimed.

"Yes. Have a nice day, Grace," Hongjoong wished.

"You too!" And they hung up.

This made both of them happy. They both were thinking about talking about a few of their self-doubts to each other. Hopefully, this dating relationship turns into more.

In the end, they both made each other feel worthy.

{Three}

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Sanaa's note:

Ahh, I hope you liked this part! I don't know but I'm kinda proud of this fiction. But anyway, I always appreciate the feedback💓

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

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*original pictures are not mine, I just edited them*

Have a nice day/night💓

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Enemy Situation

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Black Fem OC

Genre: Paranormal Dark Romance

Trigger Warnings: Explicit name calling, rough sex, choking, belt play, dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex, blood, vampire shit, death, oral sex fem receiving, enemies to lovers

Word Count: 2738

"You have exactly twenty-four hours to kill her, or you will die," My boss slid the picture of my ex-girlfriend in front of me.

I scanned the picture of her and gently touched the photo. I never expected her to get caught up in my work life. This wasn't something I wanted for her, but she's a dangerous woman that needs to be handled.

"I will do this easily," I said.

"Perfect, Monique is fucking with the wrong organization if she thinks what she did won't cost her... her life," Hongjoong reminded me of the big mistake that she made.

I put on my leather gloves and stood up from the table. It's my job to make an example out of her. Now, her organization will crumble and I can move on with my life.

"I'll see you soon," I said.

I headed towards her apartment with a bouquet of white Lillies. This was going to be a joy to kill her slowly and watch her die. Love can make you do some crazy things, but it will push you to an unfortunate end.

I arrived at her apartment and knocked on the door. She didn't know that I knew where she moved to. She called herself escaping from me after she stole from my organization.

Monique opened the door her front door with a slick smile on her face. She leaned her body on the side of the door.

Even though the glass that separated us, I could still take in every detail of my former lover. She fluffed her thick full hair that was straightened and styled into voluminous jet black curls.

My eyes trailed down to her red painted lip that matched her lacy bra and panties. Why did she have on a lacy housecoat if I could see everything?

Her whole appearance made it obvious that she'd been warned about my arrival.

She's always embodied a sex kitten that utilizes her sexual appeal to whip me into submission. But, today I will use it to my upper hand.

"Park Seonghwa," My name rolled off her tongue easily and effortlessly. I remembered a time when I adored hearing my name fall from her lips.

"What brings you.." Her words were cut off and her big round sepia eyes traveled down my clothes like I'm being eye fucked. Her lips curled again into a seductive grin. "To my necks of the woods.

She wet her lips slightly over her red lipstick. She was definitely up to something, and I am going to find out soon enough.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," I said. "Would you mind if I stepped into your home?" I asked politely. I have always been a man with manners.

"Of course," she adorned a very sinister smile that only Monique could wear. I watched her opened the screen door to allow me into her space.

I stepped into her home and looked around. I closed my eyes for a moment, and I didn't hear anyone else in her home.

Perfect.

I opened my eyes to see Monique stood before me. "Now, you said you wanted to talk, Seonghwa?" She folded her arms across her chest and threw all her weight to one side.

"Yes," I said. "These are for you," I handed her the flowers. She grabbed them and held them to her chest.

"Awe, you brought me Lillies. You know these are my favorite," She smiled. She walked over to her kitchen island and placed them there and came back over to me.

"So, did you come over to do the job?" Monique removed her robe, and I watched it dropped down to the ground in a pool around her feet.

Her breasts spilled out of her bra and her thighs looked perfect and shapely. Why does her body have to look even better than before?

"Absolutely," I took off my coat and tossed it on the couch.

"So, let me guess they sent you over here to kill me?" Monique has always been one step ahead of everyone else. That's how she was able to attack my organization from the inside out.

"Why would I kill you, Moni?" I raised my brow at her accusation. She's going to make this process a lot harder than it needs to be.

"I mean, I did steal product from your organization, kill one of your shooters, and tricked you into falling in love with me all at the same time," Moni reminded me of how cold-hearted she was.

"Those are minor details, and now you are a queen pin of your own organization," I complimented.

"I know, and you taught me everything that I know. I observed you and took notes on everything. I mean, you could have joined my organization, but your loyalty to Hongjoong is too strong," Moni walked over to me and pulled on my tie.

"That is true. But, Hongjoong can be trusted."

"But, Hongjoong could never make you feel the way that I do," Moni pulled me close to her face and brushed her lips against mine. "I know you miss how I always made you feel," Moni reminded me.

"Moni," I pulled back. I stepped back and straightened out my clothes. I couldn't be patient with her because she's always one step ahead of me. I grabbed her by her neck and picked her up off the ground.

"You aren't going to make me fall for your shit this time," I laughed, while I watched her feet dangle and the realization that she's not as strong as me. I loved to see her struggle to breathe.

Moni cocked her head to the side. "Mmm... choke....me ....harder daddy," Moni managed to breathe out. I couldn't believe how her freaky ass is being sexual at a time like this.

"And this is the reason why we were a perfect match. You always allowed me to embrace my darkness," I said.

She nodded. I hated the fact that she's enjoying this too much.

"Feed me," I said. I licked my tongue across my fangs because I wanted to taste her sweet blood for the last time before I kill her.

Moni had a dark look in her eyes. "Gladly... take me to the bed..." Moni struggled to get out of her words.

I let go of her throat and allowed her body to fall bride style into my arms. I watched her bite her lips as we walked to the bedroom.

"You know if you kill me, then you will never get to taste me again," Moni said, trying to entice me because she knows how much I love to taste her.

I threw her forcefully on the bed. "Shut up bitch," I turned her onto her back. I pulled her down to the end of the bed. I kneeled before and carefully pulled her panties down.

"Mmm... you are speaking my love language tonight," Moni grinned. Her sexual energy was calling out to me.

I slipped my middle finger into her wet pussy and worked it into her. I watched her grind against my finger and her back arch. "You might have fallen for my bullshit, but I am really a whole simp for you. I miss this," Moni cried out.

One thing that makes her vulnerable is sex.

That's where she allows herself to be comfortable and free. This is how I can get her.

"Mm... really? You miss this. How much? Tell daddy how much you have missed this," I said. I watched her as I drilled my finger inside of her and feeling her clench around my finger.

"So much... I have tried to fuck other people. I have even tried to fuck other vampires.. and none of them are like you," Moni worked her hips in a circular motion.

She still was holding back, so I inserted my pointer finger inside of her wet nest. She always easily reacts to my body, and that's one thing she can't fake.

"Other vampires like who?"I questioned. It didn't matter, but I was curious who she allowed into her.

"Jooheon, Changkyun, Jinyoung, Jaebeom, and Kai," Moni rattled off the names of other vampires in my coven, but that only turned me even more.

"A whore always craves her first fix," I pulled her close to my face and devoured her pussy. My tongue skillfully lapped her sensitive folds to retrieve all of her juices that dripped down from our short finger session.

"I do. I masturbate every single day thinking about you. Even when I was with them, I thought about you... Seonghwa," When she said my name, I jammed my tongue deep inside of her pussy.

My finger found the top of her clit stroked it while I gave her what she desired since I showed up on her porch.

"Every single day?" I asked. "Tell me how you do it," I asked.

"I lay here on my bed, and I close my eyes. I pictured you between my legs eating me just like you are doing. One hand I have on my breast and the other I am playing with my clit. I think about how you make me feel like I am floating on a cloud," Moni said.

I take my tongue out of her pussy and quickly licked her clit.

"Fuck... you are so much better than my toys. And faster," Moni cried out.

"Of course I am... you are fucking with a vampire.. you love danger. You always have," I stopped to remind her.

Moni sat up and pushed my head back between her thighs. "Please... baby. Do not stop! I am going to cum," Moni gave me the motivation to prove to her once again there is no man better than me.

"Then cum for me," I fingered her pussy while sucking on her clit. I felt her squirt in my mouth and slurped it out of her pussy.

"Fuck... Seonghwa... I am going to cum," Her body raised off the bed, and I watched her.

That's when I knew it was time for me to strike when the iron is hot. I looked right into her eyes and bit the inside of her thigh.

"Shit!!!!" Moni said, with clenched teeth and while her body spasmed to the pleasure I gave her. She came so hard, almost drowning me in her juice.

I punctured her thigh to give me what I came for a taste of her blood.

I drank from her thigh and watched her eyes roll back as she rode the intensive wave of her orgasm.

She's always been a whore for me and will allow me to do anything I want. I don't mind giving her pleasure as long as I get to receive from her as well.

I missed the taste of her blood, and just like she was dick hopping to replace me, I was bouncing between many women to find someone who tasted just like her.

I watched her rubbed her clit while I drink her blood.

I moved from between her thighs and stood over her. Her blood dripped down from my mouth. I licked her blood from my lips.

"No one has ever made me feel like that," Moni panted and watched me. I unbuckled my pants. Now, it was time to go in for the kill.

Moni crawled to the end of the bed and pulled me closer to her. She removed my belt from my pants.

She pulled my pants down. I stepped out of my shoes and pants. I pushed her back against the bed.

I grabbed her legs and pulled her over to me. I held her legs together in the air and plowed into her pussy. I wasn't going to waste any time because she's already soaking wet from me, making her cum.

"Did you have fun fucking the other vampires?" I asked.

"Not as much as I enjoy you fucking me right now," Moni whined.

I watched her as I stroked into her dripping cunt. I swear this woman is my weakness, and I am going to miss giving her this.

"Good little girl... always tell daddy what he wants to hear," I told her. I leaned back a bit and gave her slow passionate strokes. The sounds of her wet pussy drove me insane.

"It's the truth!" Moni moaned out. I fucked her harder and bent her legs forward over her chest. I loved her flexible she is.

"So, why did you double-cross me then?" I asked.

"I saw an opportunity for power, but we can still work together. Just like how we are working together right now," Moni pushed her body forward and got on top of me. She worked her body while she rode my dick.

"Mmmm... let me enjoy this then," I said. We made eye contact, and she rode slowly, and I slapped her ass to make her speed up.

She sped up by simple request, and I held onto her ass. "You always were good at riding dick," I said.

"I know," she grabbed me by my neck and pulled me into a kiss. Her kisses were always passionate.

I grabbed her by her neck while she worked my dick. She moaned out and grabbed my hand with both of her hands. "Mmm... choke me harder... I love this," Moni requested.

"Be careful about what you ask for," I grabbed the belt next to me. I wrapped it around her neck. I gave her a moment to turn it down if she didn't want it.

"Push my limits... I like this side of you better," Moni said. I pushed her against her back.

"Wrap your legs around daddy's waist so I can cum inside of you," I said.

Moni nodded.

I pounded her tight wet cunt while I watched her. "Mmm... take daddy's dick just like that," I said.

"Yasss..." she cried out. Her moans excited me and made me fuck her faster. This felt so good to be inside of her again. To experience this type of ecstasy with her.

"Yes.. baby I love it when you are whimpering for my dick," I told her.

"I needed this so bad," she said. I pulled on the belt tighter and watched her body rise again. She was just as dark as me. She loved pain so much that it was a pleasure for her.

I watched her with a sick grin on her face. "Yesss!!!" She cried out and came hard on my dick. I continued to work into her and felt my orgasm approaching.

"Fuck, Moni!" I groaned and exploded inside of her. The feeling of release felt so damn good, and I laid on top of her. I unhooked the belt from around her neck.

"Wow," she said.

I laid on top of her and watched her for a moment. I kissed her slowly. "Thank you for everything," I said.

"Goodbye, Seonghwa," Moni said.

She closed her eyes, and I licked my fangs. I bit her viciously on her neck. She gasps, but this time I wasn't going to stop. I am going to drain her completely. The moment was instant, and I didn't hold back.

Quick.

To the point.

I sat back and watched her lifeless body on the bed. I had done exactly what my boss asked me to. I killed the one woman I loved.

I moved from on top of her and sat on the side of the bed. I went over to the end of the bed and swiped my pants. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text.

Me: She's dead...

Hongjoong: Good job you will be rewarded for your succession

I went into the kitchen and grabbed the Lillies. I needed to place them on her so that her organization gets the message.

It was a bittersweet moment because she was the best fuck I have ever experienced in my entire life.

Also, the only woman I have ever loved. I went back to the bed, but when I looked over at the bed, she wasn't there.

"Real bitches never die, Seonghwa," Moni said, from behind me. I turned around to see her and when I looked at her. Her eyes were glowing red. So, that's meant one thing.

I just turned my ex-girlfriend into a monster.

"Fuck," I dropped my phone.

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choking-on-tae · 3 years

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ATEEZ Reaction Masterlist

- ATEEZ as your boyfriend

- ATEEZ Reaction to waking up next to you for the first time

- What making out with ATEEZ would be like Hyung Line

- What making out with ATEEZ would be like Maknae Line

- ATEEZ Reaction to having a lazy day full of cuddles

- ATEEZ Reaction to kissing you out of nowhere

- ATEEZ Reaction to you wiping off their kisses

- ATEEZ Reaction to you begging them not to stop

- ATEEZ Reaction to seeing you wear their clothes for the first time

- ATEEZ Reaction to you loving to hear them moan

- Mafia ATEEZ Reaction to you hitting on someone else

- ATEEZ Reaction to you making them breakfast the morning after

- ATEEZ Reaction to your first time together

- ATEEZ Reaction to you falling asleep on them

- ATEEZ Reaction to going out with their s.o at 3 am because they can’t sleep

- ATEEZ Reaction to getting jealous

- ATEEZ Reaction to their s.o waking them up by pressing kisses all over their face

- ATEEZ Reaction to braiding your hair

- ATEEZ Reaction to you falling through the ice

- ATEEZ Reaction to realizing they love you

- ATEEZ as barista’s

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cometoceantrenches · 3 years

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ATINY! PLEASE VOTE ON STARPLAY NOW! ITS ENDING IN TWO HOURS

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soulangel · 4 years

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I’ll Fight for You - Yeosang

Summary: Finally seeing your boyfriend after so long of being apart, which was only two weeks, your territorial side comes out when he has a mental breakdown and can only rely on you for help. Good thing you have a good way to keep entertained.

Group: Ateez Yeosang x Fem!Reader

Genre: Tears and minor angst ending in amusement and slight fluff

Warnings: Hints toward smut, but just kisses and nips for affection.

Word Count: 1,900

Humming to yourself, you had decided to take it upon yourself and visit your boyfriend and his group at their practice studio. The trick to getting it would be to sneak around back, and call up Yeosang to have someone let you in. Of course, when you wanted to surprise him you’d have to figure out a different way to get in, which is where your best friend Mingi comes in handy. Today was one of the days you were planning on surprising him; but it wasn’t just him you wanted to surprise, and that’s where the bold decision of walking through the front door came to mind. This is where you were at now, standing behind the group of fans there to see Ateez. You’d been there for maybe 5 minutes now deciding whether or not to slip through the crowd and get yelled at and then eventually get hate mail or some sort of threat from their saesangs, or give in to the thought of calling your boyfriend and telling him to meet you in the back like normal. Oh if only you had their manager’s number..... number.... wait a second! You disappeared to the back again and grabbed out your phone along with the slip of paper which you always kept on you after your first meeting with their manager.

FLASHBACK

“Y/N I understand you and Yeosang are now in a relationship and in my personal opinion I’m very happy, he could use someone like you in his life. As his manager though, I must warn you to try and refrain from anything that can make someone assume you’re dating. In time when you both are ready, I’m sure we can come up with something to help you guys bring forth your relationship to the public, but until then we ask that you be patient with us while you both also decide on what you want to do. This is my information card in case something happens and you need to get ahold of me.” They’d told you while handing over a small business card. You gently took the card from their hand and nodded your head as you listened along. “I’m not sure what we want yet. I just know I want to be with him.” You replied, smiling over at the guy who was busy having fun with his groupmates. The smile on his manager’s face seemed to stretch the further along their face until you could feel the happiness radiating off them. “I’m happy for you both then. Please help me take good care of him, and maybe his group?” They replied, tilting their head in hope.

You nodded your head without hesitation. “Of course! I love everyone in the group! I’ll always take care of them!”

END FLASHBACK

Looking at the card in your hand, you didn’t hesitate to call the number and hope the manager would pick up. “Hey, this is Y/N! So I was hoping to surprise the guys today ,but have no way to get in, think you could help me? I have food for everyone.” You said quickly, continuously glancing around to make sure no one was following you, or hear you.

They gave a tiny sigh on the other end and yelled at the boys before you heard a door open and close. “I’ll be at the back door in a couple minutes. Thanks for coming by today, they need the pick-me-up.” They said before you both said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.

Barely two minutes later you were in the building on your way to see a very tired and stressed

Yeosang.

According to the manager, everyone was just getting extremely tired and stressed out from all the training and practice that has been going on. And you felt kind of bad since you’ve been working so much and have been unable to see everyone for a little while. So when you finally had a couple days off from work, you decided to sleep a little extra, then make some food to bring to the boys. “They might be yelling and fighting amongst each other.” Manager had said when you were finally taken out of your trance of thinking.

You frowned deeply at the comment and sighed softly with a shake of your head. “Yelling, arguing, fighting, whatever it is-I think I can help make it better. Would you mind if they took a longer break to gain back some energy?” You asked, seeing the shake of the head.

With that as your green light for taking the boys away from training, you rushed into the room and slid up against the wall, watching them for a few moments until one of them noticed you. Jongho turned around almost immediately and grinned wide before stopping his movements to run to you. Tackling you in a hug you screamed in laughter and fell over with him, holding onto his arms as he tried his best to catch the both of you before you fell on the ground. “Noona! Where have you been?!” He yelled loudly, nuzzling his face with yours.

You giggled and stroked his hair a little while smiling tiredly at everyone as the rest of the boys all started running to you at once. “Y/N!” Everyone was shouting all at once, taking you into a group hug.

Your eyes went to your boyfriend who seemed to be further away from everyone else, having instead decided to watch as the group embraced you in a friendly hug. “Who wants food?!” You called for the group to hear.

Someone snagged the bags you were holding and ran to the other side of the room to see what you brought, the rest following after as if they were starving animals. You rolled your eyes and stopped next to

Yeosang

, head resting against his shoulder in content. But once you touched him, he brushed passed you with a small sigh, stepping out into the hallway for a minute. You frowned after his figure and glanced to the manager, who nodded their head toward the door. ‘

Go after him.’

They mouthed to you.

You quietly followed after your boyfriend and peeked your head out to see what he was doing, tilting your head to the side. “Hey Babe.” You muttered with a small smile.

He glanced at you and gave you the tiniest of smiles before it was replaced with a frown. “Hey..” He mumbled back, head dropped down so he was looking at the ground.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders and nuzzled your nose into your neck. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked gently, slowly running your hands through his hair to relax him.

He sighed and tried pulling away from you to walk away, but you held on. “Let me go!” He yelled, pushing away from you with his hands so you were forced to release him.

You stared at him wide eyed while all he was able to do was walk away from you toward the window at the end of the hallway, breathing heavily. “

Y-Yeosang

?” You stuttered out, watching him fight a mental battle with himself.

You stepped closer to him slowly, hand outstretched to touch his shoulder when he collapsed onto his knees, gripping his head hard. You fell after him and immediately took him into your arms, stroking his hair as quiet sobs racked through his body. You kissed his head and rocked your bodies back and forth. “Ssshhhh it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here.” You whispered into his hair, feeling his sobs continue to shake his body.

Silently crying to himself, all you were able to do was hold him and mumble soft things to him until he was able to respond to you. “P-Please just leave me alone r-right now. You shouldn’t s-see me like this....” He mumbled, though his body language was telling you the opposite.

You held him tighter and kissed his temple, sitting down beside him. “I’m not leaving you while you’re fighting this battle. I love you. We’ll figure this out together, like we should. Okay?” You replied, resting a hand on his cheek and stroking it lightly with your thumb.

He stared at you wide eyed, tears blurring his vision while staring at you until he was only able to collapse into your hold and sob more. “I-I can’t keep this u-up. It’s so h-hard....” He sniffled, wrapping his arms around your waist to bury himself into your chest.

While you held him, the door quietly opened to his group’s studio, where the manager was watching with a frown on their face. You frowned as well and stroked

Yeosang’s

head. “I know Baby. But you’re doing so well. You’re amazing okay? Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I’ll fight anyone who doesn’t agree with you.” You said softly, kissing his head again.

He squeezed your waist to show he heard you, kissing your chest a couple of times while slowing down his breathing. “Anyone?” He asked with a tiny smile.

You giggled and nodded your head, running your hand through his hair and humming softly as a response. He somehow snuggled himself closer to your body, face buried in your breasts until he managed to knock you both over. You squealed as you toppled over and laughed when he crawled on top of you, flopping down on your body and sighing softly. “Fight Seonghwa.” He mumbled with a childish pout.

You rolled your eyes and continued to run your fingers through his hair. “What did he do this time?” You asked back, smiling a little when his pout deepened.

He nipped at your chest innocently and then sat up with a huff, pulling you up with him quickly. “He’s just being mean!” He whined, finally starting to show his emotions again.

You cupped his face and cooed at him, kissing his nose. “Alright Baby Boy, let’s go fight him.” You giggled, turning to walk toward the door, until arms wrapped around you from behind.

He kissed your neck and trailed up slowly to your lips, capturing you in the most loving and soft kiss you’ve probably ever shared with him. You almost immediately melted on the spot and leaned into him, gripping at his shirt with a small sigh of bliss. But before you could really get into the kiss, someone cleared their throat making you jump away from each other, beet red in the face. “Having fun children?” Seonghwa asked with a smirk on his face, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

You scowled at him and

Yeosang

just frowned. “What did he do again Baby?” You asked him, cracking your knuckles.

The smirk on the eldest’s face disappeared as fast as he did through the door to hide. “Hongjoong protect me!” He screamed, hiding behind the leader who just stared at you wide eyed while you stormed in as if you were about to have an epic boss battle.

He held his hands out in fear and gulped a little. “Okay, I don’t know what he did, but do you really have to do this right now? You’re scary when you’re like this.” He said quickly, slowly stepping away from Seonghwa.

You smirked evilly. “Then run.” You muttered, taking off in a sprint toward the two who just held each other and screamed.

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ateeztories · 4 years

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Part 9: I’m Okay

https://youtu.be/QKHXt0Whuhw

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Sitting on the passenger's seat. You wait as you reach your hotel room, suffocating in this silence that somehow comforts you. The sky is as dark as ever, yet the stars shine through, making you hopeful despite everything that happened today.

Is it ignorant, to feel hopeful now?

Is it selfish to feel like my future is somehow going to be better from now on?

"Hmmm."

A life without that person?

"Ji Yeon is driving and I'm looking outside the cracked open windows. Looking at other passengers waiting to pass through traffic.

They have no idea what happened today at the venue. They have their own lives to worry about.

"Why do I even care about this?"

You look at Ji Yeon who is concentrating on the road.

"I'm not alone." You think.

"Despite everything that happened today... despite everything that will happen when I finally call him, I will not be alone."

It's hard to look around only to realize that you're alone. But you always had Ji Yeon. The friendship you two had was rather complicated but she was always there. Like she is now. Even though it may not seem like it.

"She has her own life... Just like those passengers waiting in traffic. Each with a story to tell on their own. Mundane, Adventurous, Tragic, Exhilarating, whichever it may be... at this moment, we're all waiting for the traffic to pass us by.

I'm not alone... I have Ji Yeon, I have Seonghwa and the rest of the world."

Just like those people, Ji Yeon has her own story and you were glad to be a part of it.

You let out a chuckle because of these ridiculous thoughts reeling in your mind when you should be thinking about that phone call.

"Is something on my face??"

Ji Yeon asks, not taking her eyes away from the road.

"...Oh? What do you mean?" You say whist being startled and snapping out of these absurd thoughts.

"Well for one, you're looking at my face AND laughing- is something on my face- are you thinking about weird stuff again?" Ji Yeon says while finally looking at your direction with narrowed eyebrows, after stopping the slow-moving vehicle.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WEIRD STUFF??" You ask as you look away, not being able to maintain eye contact.

"I don't know... you think about one small thing and go off on meaningless thought trains- and then you space out and STARE at things LIKE MY FACEEEE jUST nOw and THEN you start smiling like some creepy- that's weird honey-"

You can't believe she called you out like that. In disbelief, you look at Ji Yeon with your mouth wide open.

Before you know it, you both start bursting out into laughter. It echoes throughout the car and out onto the highway.

"Thank you...

For being on my side.

For being in my life."

"Like everything, this will fade away.

Just like the waves crashing onto the words scribbled on a lonely seashore... Reality awaits to crash and take away our laughter.

But I hope we can do it again.

Laugh like everything is just fine.

Laugh like our stars are aligned, exactly how we want them to be."

..........

You two finally reach the Hotel room after what anyone would call a quiet car ride.

You threw your phone and purse onto the bed along with yourself.

Ji Yeon placed her stuff and the car key on top of the nightstand.

"I'm gonna hit the shower, those Atinys* were so damn sweaty jumping around and screaming in my ear."

Ji Yeon says waving her hand in the air while walking into the washroom.

You let out a laugh "yeah right... Like YOU didn't jump around and scream in MY ear"

"What do you have for Yeosang anyway? Let me guess... He's your bias?" You say while staring on to the ceiling of the hotel room.

"Whatever." You hear Ji Yeon say along with the sound of the shower turning on.

You were exhausted and drained of energy but you managed to sit on the edge of the bed. Your phone lays on to your side and it lights up with notifications. Notifications from meaningless advertisements and people you'd consider acquaintances. It lights up again and again as if it is inviting you to do the very thing you've been wanting to do when you parted ways with Seonghwa.

You hear the sound of the shower running in the background as you pick up your phone. It feels heavy. Everything... feels heavy now. The most recent phone call was from Wooyoung.

You were tired to think anymore... To deliberate whether to call or not to call him.

You take a deep breath and without a second thought, you call him. Close your eyes and open your eyes and the phone rings with Wooyoung's name lighting up the screen.

"Wooyoung... It's me." You speak.

Your heart drops as you hear him say your name.

Your heart drops as you hear the waves crashing and the sound of the wind through the phone.

You know exactly where he is.

"Are you sober now?" You ask, with the most impassive voice you could muster to mask.

"How did you know-" Wooyoung stops himself realizing that you knew him better than anyone.

"So you met him... Did he tell you about it?"

"Did you figure-"

"Wooyoung... when I hang up this phone, It's over"

You can't listen to his voice anymore. Thie voice that brought so much pain to you just a few hours ago... You want to say the things you want to say and hang up.

"I'M ending this. I'M breaking up with you... Not you...

I think I deserve at least that much."

It's quiet on the other side, yet you could almost hear his thoughts.

There's no need to explain why. There is no need to explain what caused all of this. He should know this better than anyone else.

After a few seconds of silence, you hear him speak.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry doesn't cut it.

But we're adults now. Shouldn't we be more mature?

We make mistakes when we are young, and carry those mistakes into adulthood.

Some people forget.

Some people forgive.

Some people grow out of them.

Is it ignorant to forgive somebody?

To forgive somebody but never want to see their face again?

Is it the "mature" thing to do?

To be okay with something that cannot be fixed?

To let go and cut ties?

To know when somebody regrets the things they've done?

To know that living with such regret is punishment enough for them?

For him?

The friendship, the deep-rooted bond between the four of you went above and beyond lies and secrets.

That's what made you say...

"It's okay."

It's okay because now you know.

It's okay because maybe, he is sorry.

Because now you can end it.

And move on.

For good.

"One last thing... When I get back, I'll come to find you..."

"Not for you... but for that letter."

"Goodbye, Wooyoung."

...

"When I hang up this phone, It's over"

Words you say lingers in your mind as you lie on your bed once again.

You hear Ji Yeon turning off the shower and come out of the washroom.

"That was an awfully long shower Ji Yeon," You say with a tiresome voice.

Ji Yeon nervously laughs and says "yea... sorry were you waiting for a long time?"

"No.. You're just on time"

You get up and make your way into the shower.

"Hey, are you okay?..." Ji Yein stops you and asks.

"Yeah... It's been a long day, I'm just tired."

... ... ...

"Yeah... I'm okay.

Maybe it's time to start believing those words."

Chapter 10~

To be continued...? :)

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Spa Day With Ateez!*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(Gender neutral reader. Warnings: just some suggestive jokes hehe)

Hongjoong

♡ Since his days off can be so few & far between plus going out takes energy for Hongjoong too, you come up with this idea, but it’s him that hardcore falls in love with it, like get ready for him to be extra!

♡ But it’s highkey romantic too because of his natural love of beauty & artistic sense, the restroom filled with fragrant candles. The day was supposed to be your excuse to spoil Hongjoong & force him to rest, but instead he’s making you blush.

♡ As you gush over the effort he made, he looks irrepressibly happy despite the nonchalant comment that ‘If we were having a spa day I figured we would take a bath.’ Well, you did bring bath stuff.

♡ Bombs & petals added to the bath, you guys settle in, Hongjoong offering his hand to help lower you in after him, pulling you against him. He gazes at you with heart eyes as you gently scrub each other clean. Another of your supplies gets pulled out as you open up the fancy sugar scrub you bought, taking turns exfoliating. You also throw in a massage, knowing how hard Ateez’s captain works his muscles & uses bad posture. He makes sure to return the favor & pays back every kiss you give him with one of his own, 😌

♡ Once you’re done in the tub, you guys put on comfy clothes & paint each other’s nails, surprising each other with color & design choices. Hongjoong keeps trying to peek, kissing your hands every time you try to swat him away!

Seonghwa

♡ He lives for your spa days you don’t understand!!! Spoiling you is his absolute pleasure & the fact that you want to do the same for him just melts his heart!

♡ It’s the little intimate things like being the one to tie your hair back & rub a soothing mask onto your cheeks that Seonghwa loves most.

♡ He likes to put on calming music & do DIY self-care, looking up simple avocado mask & sugar scrub recipes to add to the shared experience before pampering you! Mixing everything by hand before putting it on you is more fun, plus he says it feels better knowing you made it 😭

♡ ‘Well, we have twenty minutes to kill while this soaks in. Want to watch something relaxing?’ ‘Sure!’ & that’s how you end up just laying there, head nestled in the crook of Seonghwa’s neck as you watched ASMR videos 😁

♡ He absolutely will not let you wipe off yourself or even dry yourself off after he uses the damp washcloth, all of that is his 👏🏻 job 👏🏻. He looks so deeply into your eyes as you get cleaned up, you flush & look away, & that’s when he tilts his head back up & kisses you 🥰

Yunho

♡ One of the most eager when you suggest it & come over with everything! ‘What should we do first, (y/n)?’

♡ ‘Let’s do each other’s hair!’ You end up setting up a little rinse station, running some warm water to rinse out Yunho’s hair first, massaging his scalp & applying a gentle moisturizer. He does the same for you, gently towel drying you off. While he’s playing with your hair, he can’t resist fluffing it up & trying to make spikes out of it. ‘I have to take a picture of this!’

♡ He also can’t resist burying his nose in your hair because you smell so good! The fact that you both smell the same now does not occur to him, nope 😉

♡ You guys both play with styling your hair for a bit, switching to making yourselves some honey tea to sip while you moisturize each other’s hands. Yunho takes this time as an opportunity to playfully push & pull you towards him like you’re on a seesaw, not sitting on your bed!

♡ ‘Now can we take a bath?’ Yunho asks, making grabby hands. ‘Whoa, is that all you’ve been waiting to do?’ You tease. ‘No, I wanna try the loofah,’ he replies, pouting and pointing at the tote he was actually grabbing at. You flush. ‘Oh, right. Yeah, of course. I have stuff to change the water color too!’ ‘Yay!’ ‘But we don’t have to rush in there if you don’t want to,’ he whispers to you with a grin.

Yeosang

♡ It all started with an instagram you followed posting a super easy relaxation day of their own, inspiring you to surprise Yeosang with one!

♡ He smiles so wide that you thought of him & how cute you are showing up at your door exclaiming ‘surprise!’ with a cute white basket in hand. ‘But should I be scared?’ he teases.

♡ ‘Feels like we’re making potions,’ he jokes as you drip in a few more tiny rivulets of food coloring & essential oils, ‘Harry Potter? Where are you?’ So then you two make up fake spells as you apply your creations on each other. You say yours is a love spell but Yeosang insists it won’t work because you have his heart already 😌

♡ Things get chaotic quickly, both of y’all getting loopy & distracted, & Yeosang has an epiphany. ‘We could eat this avocado mask, couldn’t we? It’s all made of food.’ ‘We could, but it probably wouldn’t taste good.’ ‘Only one way to find out 👀’ He decides to try it by kissing some of it off your cheek. It does not taste good; he insists you are much sweeter ☺️

♡ You got pillow spray & a white noise machine to try, so to end the day you guys just end up laying down in bed listening to the soft sound, holding each other as your hearts beat in time 💕

San

♡ Sannie’s so giddy at the idea of ‘playing spa’ as he calls it, insisting on giving you the royal treatment even though you feel he needs the pampering more with his demanding job.

♡ ‘Can we put cucumbers on our eyes?’ ‘Er, if you want to, yeah.’ ‘Let’s do it!’ Cue you guys laying in your robes, green stuff on you & vegetable slices on your closed lids just like in all the cartoons. San reaches out for your hand, playing with it as you rest.

♡ When you’re done, he insists on giving you the hot towel treatment, smiling as you sigh from melted tension. ‘Anything else you want?’ ‘Slow down San, it’s your turn next!’ The way his jaw drops when you put the towel on him, his head falling back, has you giggling.

♡ ‘Alright, what would you like next, a manicure or pedicure? Wait, we should probably start with the feet for practice since it’s ok if they don’t look as good-’ Mischief rose to your smiling face. ‘Only if I can do yours, too.’ ‘I’ll let you paint my fingernails black, but we can skip doing my toenails. Or wait, maybe that’s better since no one can see it!’ Cue Wooyoung walking by you guys, bursting out into shrill laughter as he watches you paint San’s toes.

♡ If you think San doesn’t absolutely insist on giving you a massage you’re dead wrong, sorry!!! 😌 he loves holding onto your shoulders & pressing kisses to your cheeks from behind 🥺 melt him by doing the same!

Mingi

♡ He likes the sheet masks with fun designs on them 🥺 chooses a really cute puppy one for you & a unicorn one for himself because he knows it'll make you laugh!

♡ ‘What are these?’ ‘Lip masks.’ ‘They make those?’ ‘Yep. This is my first time buying them on a whim.’ ‘Lip masks???’ For some reason, Mingi thinks this is hilarious, holding it up to his face & bursting out laughing; of course you join him seeing the box & oversized feminine lips blocking half his face.

♡ You guys end up doing those too to complete your skin care…& also for the bit. Mingi immediately kisses before you put them on & the moment you pull them off, saying he has to test if they really made your lips softer. ‘Well, are they?’ ‘I don’t know, I think I have to check again 😏’

♡ Next up is bubble bath time!!! You guys revel in the warm water, sitting with your legs tangled up as you heap lavender-scented bubble piles on each other’s heads.

♡ ‘Can we watch a movie now? 🥺’ Mingi asks as you wrap him up in his fluffy robe, yours having already been tied on. You oblige, laying in each other’s arms & watching a rom-com as your final act of relaxation for the day 💜

Wooyoung

♡ Good luck getting this guy to settle down initially DGCGXSVCS

♡ But once you catch him, he’ll be so into it. Just, like, push him into the chair or something he’ll be into it don’t worry 🤫. Once he stops messing around & probably trying to start a fight with a mud mask, hearing you explain that you want to take care of each other, he gets so happy because wait that’s actually so cute! Then he does a total 180 into ‘What do we do next? How about this?’

♡ No surprises for Wooyoung because he gets so excited he’ll just start rummaging through all the products you bought to find his favorite 😆 his favorite after applying a face mask (because he can steal tons of kisses!!!) is the massage oil 👀

♡ ‘Let’s do this one next 😏’ If you have anything you realllly wanted to do, better convince him quick because his pick will take a while lmao. He’s not that hard to convince because everything you brought is really nice, you know him so well 😌

♡ You guys end up setting up fragrance in your humidifier & doing a foot soak before busting out the oil because you know how hard Wooyoung works dancing 🥺 you thought about him so much & he doesn’t want that to go to waste, plus it feels really good. You guys sit next to each other dunking in the warm water & he kisses your forehead, telling you he loves how caring you are & can’t wait to return the favor soon! (Take that as you will 👀😌)

Jongho

♡ Admittedly, it doesn’t totally sound like his thing, but it’s no harm to do it with you since you’re so happy about the idea. Of course he’ll do it for you 🥺

♡ But when you sit him down, empty a little bottle’s contents onto your hands, & start to give him a massage he’s in heaven. ‘Oh, I could get used to this.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ ‘Yeah. I thought you wanted to paint my nails & do my hair or something.’ ‘I said spa day,’ you giggle, ‘not salon!’

♡ What can he say, he’s a practical guy. You have him convinced the moment your hands land on him, kneading out hours of dance practice & gym time. The oil you’re using is a special blend designed for relaxation, & whether it’s a placebo or not it has Jongho’s eyelashes fluttering closed in contentment.

♡ You know he isn’t one to sit around doing nothing, so instead of just laying around with face masks on you watched a restorative yoga class video, learning a few poses for you guys to do together in between massages so you can further stretch & relax your muscles.

♡ Then it’s onto the sheet masks 😌 Jongho doesn’t complain about this one either because it’s not too far off from his usual skincare routine, but he does have to shake his head in amused exasperation when he sees the bear print one you got him! ‘What can I say, you’ll look so cute!’ ‘The things I do for you,’ he comments, but the smile never fades as you pat the sheet gently onto his cheeks, catching hints of warmth rising there, especially not when you promise him a kiss when the fifteen minutes are up. ‘I think you owe me more than one.’ ‘What, for the torture?’ ‘No, this was really nice.’ ‘Ok, then, never mind, one it is.’ ‘Nah, I hated it actually 👀’

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gender neutral reader #fluff

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