#king hongjoong

[atzfilm]

king’s play (m);

🎨 wc/pairing; professor!hj/f.professor reader (4,1k)

🎨 genre/content; college!au, fluff, smut: rushed, explicit & unprotected smut 

🎨 summary; shadowing your colleague as a new professor, you come to realize the reason why his classes are at full capacity within five minutes of registration

🎨 note; this is self-indulgent and i have no remorse you all are coming down with me.

You balance three coffees in one hand as you rush up the steps, desperately trying to be on time once in your life. Students say hi to you as you run past, a quick smile as you greet them back. You have exactly one minute until your dean scolds you for being late, again, and you were sure this was the time you would be there. But unfortunately the train stopped in the middle of the tracks for a car accident, twice, and it left you with barely enough time to get here. A short 15 minute ride turned into an hour one. It’s not your fault, no, but she’d somehow blame it on you. You push through the front doors, almost dropping a cup as you run through the halls.

“Fifteen seconds!” You fly by Professor Jung’s class, shooting him a glare as he laughs at you, closing his classroom door. You slide around a corner, almost making it to the auditorium. The bells ring before you can open the doors. You slow down, swinging it open with your free pinky and running inside. The room is already full with your students, the Dean sitting in the corner of the classroom, her glasses resting on the tip of her nose. She sighs softly, rubbing her face as you run up the steps, placing the coffee carefully on the podium. You throw your bag down on the table next to it, reaching for the projector remote and turning it on.

The chatting from the students fades out when you clear your throat, tapping on the mic lightly.

“Today’s lesson,” you start, trying to catch your breath. “Is that you never trust public transportation. Ever,” you add. A few students chuckle, your Dean’s frown deepening. The world must be against you; on the one day you needed to be early you couldn’t. And it’s the day she evaluates how you run your classes. You sigh into the mic, rubbing your face. “Pardon me, but I left my usb on the train by accident. Still, you all have the slides I emailed you correct?”

A hand is raised in the front, and you gesture to her. “Yes, Soyeon?”

She points to your side table, “Professor, the coffee is spilling everywhere.”

You quickly turn, the brown liquid dripping to the floor. Perfect. Just… perfect.

“That was a disappointing show you gave me this afternoon, Professor y/n,” your Dean says once all the students leave. There’s no use in hanging your head in shame, but you do anyway. It was indeed embarrassing, but you could’ve been worse. You heard that one of the anatomy professors broke a projector and wrote on the whiteboard in permanent marker.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean for anything like that to happen. We were supposed to use the coffee for watercolor, but so many things went wrong and…” you trail off, her unpleasant frown only deepening as you try to excuse yourself. “I’m sorry.”

“This is unacceptable,” she starts up again, tucking her files into a thick black binder. “I’ll have to reduce your classes next semester, Professor. At least until you get your act together. You won’t earn a permanent spot on the faculty if you continue down this route.” She stands, tucking her purse underneath her shoulder.

“Wait, is there anything I can do? Please, I really didn’t mean for this to happen. I had an amazing lesson planned but things just happened. Please Dean, I really do apologize. I’ll do my best the rest of the semester.” You can’t lose your spot here. This is one of the top universities in the country, and being fired or removed from the faculty is a black stain on your record. No one would want to hire you. You’d be forced to move back to your hometown, and deal with the disappointed looks your parents will give you.

She pauses, eyeing you. “Despite your display today, the students do enjoy your classes. You’ve had high ratings in comparison to the other adjuncts that are currently here. So although I do not like what happened, I can give you another chance. Professor Kim Hongjoong is teaching another class right after this block, and I would like for you to shadow him. Attend his class tonight, and speak to him after about times where he can help assist you in your journey to possibly becoming a full time faculty member. Will that be okay with you?”

“Yes!” you say it a bit too loudly, coughing. “I mean, yes. Thank you for helping me out.”

"You do know the reason why I observed your class. A student complained about your tardiness. That is something we don't allow at our university."

"I understand," you plaster a fake smile as she nods, leaving you behind in the classroom. You know exactly which student told on you; the only person you've ever failed. He was the grandson of one of the university's largest donors (to the point where a building was named after their family) so it was unthinkable to fail a student in that high regard. You hate nepotism, so you didn't give them a chance. He barely showed up to class, and expected an A? You could barely hold in your exasperated scoff when he complained to you. And that choice led you to now. On the brink of losing your job.

"Fucking hell," you mutter, making your way back to the podium to pick up your things. Shadowing Professor Kim. It's going to be a long, long night.

-

You grip the large coffee in your hand as you walk in the classroom. It’s a large art studio, several paintings on display already. You were going to take a seat in the back, but you decided to place your things on the side and observe the work instead. You take slow steps, taking in each painting. Being an art professor yourself, you can see what techniques each student used, and where they lacked. But overall, the paintings were amazing, especially for a freshman class. Students began to walk in while you were walking around, so you sit in the far back, enough to not disturb but close enough to see what’s going on.

“Evening,” Professor Kim walks into the classroom. You’ve seen him on campus a lot. The art department is pretty liberal with its dress code but he always stands out from the rest; customized clothing that he obviously did himself, piercings lining his ear, nose, and brow. Most of his clothing is oversized but it fits him well. You’ve sat near him in meetings, his jovial nature contagious. And he wasn’t bad looking, at all. You often were at a loss whenever he spoke, his soft tone pleasing to the ear.

Hongjoong gives easy smiles to the students, chatting with each before he gets to the middle of the circle. He claps his hands, a light grin on his lips. “Ready to paint tonight? A quick recap, we’re on the last night of this painting, and for the next, it’ll be freestyle. Any painting medium you’d like, just make sure you can finish it in five sessions.”

Light groans fall from the lips of the students, and he nods, “I know I know. I’d rather at least eight, but we only have six classes left until your final. Need five of those to work on it. Oh,” his eyes flick to yours. “Didn’t even realize we had a guest.”

“Ah, sorry. Thought the Dean mentioned it,” you say, bowing quickly to him. He waves you off, telling the students to start on his paintings. He makes his way over to you, hopping over brushes that lie scattered across the tiles. He stumbles slightly over his own feet, before making it to you and stretching out his hand. You take it with ease, noticing his painted nails. They’re black, fingers adorned with rings.

No wonder students fought to get into his class.

“I’ve seen you in meetings, but we never get the chance to speak,” he says, grinning. “Nice to officially meet you. I’m Professor Kim, but you already know that.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Professor y/n,” your smile matches his. “But of course, you already know that.”

He laughs loudly, completely genuine. “Well, I’m assuming the Dean put you up to this? She always sends people she doesn’t like to my class,” he sighs. “Not your fault!” he says quickly, eyes widening. “God, now you probably think it is your fault. This is why the other professors don’t like me.” His pout is almost adorable, but you don’t get the chance to dwell. A student calls him over, and he apologizes, leaving you back to your own devices.

You sit back in your spot, watching as he speaks to the students softly. You hear various music genres playing out of students’ headphones as he makes his way around. He definitely has a lot of leeway in his class, the Dean telling you that you couldn’t allow students to play music while they’re drawing. Sure, this is your first semester teaching at this university, but you know how to run a classroom. You’ve been teaching at public highschools for years. So you sit there bitterly, watching as students listen to his advice, his slight jumps when he thinks of an idea, his widened eyes as he listens to their feedback. You could probably watch him all day.

A soft bell rings out in class. He turns off his alarm, saying his goodbyes to students. They clean up their workstations as he packs his things, moving around the students and making his way over to you. “So, what d'ya think?” He wiggles his brows, his piercing moving along with it. “I honestly am not too sure why she’d make you shadow my class, especially in the middle of the semester. I’m not doing much but watch them paint,” he rubs the back of his head sheepishly.

“Nope, I can definitely see why they’ve taken this class,” you admit, looking at the paintings. “I mean, they’re just freshmen and they already have their own styles and ways of doing things. And you don’t dismiss it like I’ve seen others do. You embrace it and encourage them to build on it,” you meet his eyes. “Think you have an open spot for a professor?”

He laughs, blush coating his cheeks. “You’re flattering me.”

“Maybe, or maybe I’m being one-hundred-percent honest,” you grin, throwing your tote over your shoulder. “I think a few of your students have questions. I’ll see you next class, hm?” You gesture to a group of young women.

He nods, wishing you a goodnight and quickly moving over to the students. You shake your head at him, moving around the easels and leaving the room.

-

It’s a bit intimate, watching another’s eyes as they focus on something else entirely. The quiet observation, hushed breath as they take in whatever they’re looking at. Observing how they smile, their eyes widening in realization, the way their gaze flicks to yours in awe. It’s overwhelming when your eyes finally meet, your stomach dropping slightly when they look at you in surprise. There Hongjoong is, staring at your eyes as you look back in shock. You wonder if he felt the drop that you usually do, but he keeps your gaze, soft and innocent. Until you see his pierced brow quirk up, waiting for you to say something. That’s when you have to tear away, show your excitement without focusing on his gaze.

“I can believe you have this set! I mean, how? Really, how. Did you steal it from Picasso or something? Raid an art supplier? Professor Kim, this is insane,” you hold it delicately. As if the palette will suddenly shatter if you gripped it too tightly. Of course it wouldn’t, but no ordinary person just holds this.

You’ve been shadowing him for the past two weeks, watching as he walked around the classroom with effortless confidence, spoke to his students with excitement only someone who’s passionate about their subject could muster. Professor Kim Hongjoong was one of the most talented and spirited colleagues you’ve ever met. A lot of them were older and cared less about teaching art (not all, but many). But the way he commanded the room had you silent, staring in awe. Looking past his outer appearance, he cared about what he did. And it only made your dilemma more difficult.

The two of you spent time outside of class together; at first speaking about classes, but soon going into discussions about personal lives and hobbies. You learned that he had his own studio and he invited you to it one night. So, here you are, staring at one of the rarest painting palettes to exist.

Hongjoong laughs at your suggestions, shrugging. It’s modest how casual he is about having it in his possession, and it’d make you want to slap him if you weren’t so immersed in the bright colors. “A friend of mine had a friend who was friends with a famous art seller. Word spreads around, and I found out where they sold these sets. I sold my first car just to get it,” he says.

Your eyes almost fall from their sockets. “You’re shitting me.”

“Shh,” he holds a paint covered finger to his lips, glancing at the open studio door. “The dean will kill us both if she hears you speaking with banned, colorful words,” he wiggles his fingers, and you laugh. “What? You know her, she’d take classes away from me next semester!”

“Not you, but maybe me,” you say, placing the palette back in its place. “She’s been out to get me ever since I won that faculty award last February,” you frown. “It’s not like she could win anyway, no one likes her. And it’s rare for a student to enjoy her history classes. I barely kept my eyes open when I was an undergrad here.”

He frowns. "I was unfortunately one of those faculty members that had to sit in on one of her lectures. I can see why her ratings were so low," he snickers. "Her tenure was definitely the only thing keeping her here. And she isn't too bad as the dean. A bit straight laced for an art school, but you have to be in a position like that.”

“Yea,” you agree, placing the palette back in its spot. You look around the room. You can tell that he loved using acrylics the most, his paintings abstract and bright. But you saw racks and racks of custom clothing as well. It was definitely a messy studio, he mentioned it before you entered, but you loved it. It’s like you’re walking into his mind, seeing what he’s seeing. You stop at an unfinished painting. It looks like a person, though you can’t quite tell who it is.

“That’s my first love,” he says behind you, hands tucked in his pockets. “She tore up my heart, but she was my muse and the start of my journey. S’not finished, but,” he runs his hands along the outside of the canvas. “Not sure if I want to finish it anyway.”

“It’s already beautiful,” you say, tilting your head. The strokes are bold, as if he was angry as he painted. It’s barely done, but you can already imagine where it’ll end up. “Fucking Hell. You’re one of the most talented people I’ve ever met.”

His laugh is loud, echoing around the large room. You turn to him in mock anger, pouting. “Are you laughing at me, Professor Kim?”

He nods, “Don’t know why I get all giggly when I’m around you. Maybe it’s because you’re my crush.”

“Don’t tease,” you roll your eyes, ignoring the thump in your throat. You hold it in, only a grin exposing your feelings.

-

Nothing else came of that night. Just you wondering each day if he actually meant those words. If he found you attractive, if he had a crush on you. He didn’t mention it again to you either, the heavy flirting continuing. It almost made you feel a bit kiddish, thinking about your crush on him. You thought you grew out of the giggling with your friends about a boy stage, but apparently not. You’ve spent each night recollecting his words, screaming into your pillow. It was embarrassing and you’d rather not think about it. But he’s been on your mind ever since, taking over every day dream.

“It’s pathetic,” you murmur, putting an earbud in your ear. You’re at the annual conference with other professor’s, making a painting to showcase at the end of the event. You only had a few hours and you barely started, most of your canvas empty. You glance to your side, looking at Hongjoong’s. His was as covered as yours, so it was a relief. You looked back at your painting, feeling a heavy stare.

You glance to the side again, Hongjoong meeting your gaze.

“I hate being stared at, you know,” you retort. His lips curve into that lopsided grin of his, your face warming without remorse. “That implies that I want you to stop staring, Professor Kim.”

“It’s your fault you’re so pretty, Professor. It’s a bit hard to look away even for a brief moment,” he says softly. But he follows what you say, eyes moving back to his painting. As if he didn’t utter the tenderest compliment you’ve ever heard. You let your hand rest against your chest, trying to control your heart. You don’t notice how his eyes flick back to yours for a moment, amused.

"You can't say things like that," you start. He pauses his stroke, glancing at you.

"Why not?"

"People might get the wrong idea." (People = yourself).

"And what if it's not wrong at all?" He raises that pierced brow of his again. It's taking everything in you to stay in your spot, your teeth grinding together as you grip your stump. Think good thoughts think good thoughts–

"I want you, Professor y/n. It's as simple as that," he adds in.

You almost press the paintbrush into the canvas, hard. You look around quickly, the other professors in the room too immersed in their artwork to notice what he’s saying. And all of them have headphones on, so his soft whispers won’t go past you. You look back at him, wetting your paintbrush.

“Don’t tease me,” you whisper back, lightly mixing the red.

He sighs softly, “I’m not teasing. I don’t know how much more obvious I can make it. We’ve been on two dates already.”

This time, you do paint incorrectly, your brush falling to the floor. You grab your cloth, dabbing the canvas quickly to get rid of the mistake. Luckily it disappears in an instant. You let out a sigh of relief, turning to Hongjoong. You lean closer to your canvas, making sure no one can read your lips.

“Two dates? I don’t even remember the first?”

“First, my studio. Second,” he gestures around here. “This.”

“You’re calling this conference a date?”

“I invited you to sit next to me,” he smiles, glancing at you. “Is that not enough for one?”

Kim Hongjoong may be one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever laid your eyes on, but man, was he a dumbass. You nudge his foot, glaring at him. “You are such a-!”

“Hm?” He raises his brow. “Such a what, y/n?”

You lose your train of thought, mouth opening and closing as he stares at you in amusement. You never thought that someone saying your name would sound so… alluring. You swallow, turning back to your painting. He doesn’t say anything else to you, but you feel his shoe tap yours. You still don’t say a word, even as his foot covers yours.

“I swear Hongjoong–”

He stops tapping, and you falter.

“Hongjoong?” He whispers softly. “Fuck, say my name again.”

Nope.

You stand, grabbing his arm. He yelps, a few professors glancing. This is completely and utterly unprofessional, but you don’t care at that moment. Because right now, you want to find the nearest empty conference room and - well. You drag him into the first room you see. Just as you peek in and make sure no one is around, he shuts and locks the door behind you. There’s only a momentary pause, before his lips are on yours. His work is quick, teeth hitting against one another’s, vests tossed to the side, coats somewhere on the opposite side of the room. Your back hits the conference table rather harshly, ouch spilling from your lips. It makes his quick pace falter for a moment to look at you in concern, but you’re already unbuttoning your blouse. He lifts his shirt up with one hand, and you have only but a brief moment to admire his tattoo decorated skin before he’s on you again.

“Think they’ll notice we’re gone?” You tease through kisses, his lips traveling down your neck. He snorts slightly, looking back up at you.

“They wouldn’t if you weren’t so involved in the presentations,” he slips off his pants, playing with the buckle of yours. Your hands cover his, aiding him. Soon enough you’re both pantless

“No one was speaking up, there had to be a sacrifice- oh-”

His fingers slip into your underwear, sinking into you with ease. His palm nudges your clit as he does so, lips still against your neck. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer into you. He curls them, moving in and out quickly. You hold back a moan, fingers digging into his skin. You hear a speaker in the distance, grabbing his hands and pulling them out. He looks at you in confusion, but you only slip your hand into his pants, stroking his cock. He groans, head pressing against your shoulder.

“No time,” he murmurs.

“I know, that’s why we need to be quick,” you whisper, nudging him closer to you. “Think you can fuck me and be done in less than five minutes?”

He rolls his eyes, “Not in college anymore.”

“Hongjoong…” you frown, and he swallows slowly.

“Fuck, I love when you say my name,” he pushes his underwear down. Just as you’re about to say it again, his cock sinks into you with ease. You press your hand against your mouth, holding back the moan that threatens to escape. His fingers grip your hips, pulling you closer to him as he presses his hips into you. You let your hand slip in between the both of you, rubbing your clit at the pace he sets. His fingers dig harshly, breaths loud.

“You feel so good around me,” he mumbles. “Just like art.”

“Joong,” you utter, only causing him to move quicker. He lets go of one side of your hip, moving your own hand away and rubbing your quickly. “Fuck, I’m close.”

“Come for me, pretty girl, come on,” his teeth bite your neck softly. You wrap your arms around his back, humping his hand. It happens much quicker than you realize, his soft whispers in your ear pushing you over the edge. You hold him tightly as he stills of you. “y/n, fuck, y/n I need to come pretty girl.”

You let him go and he pulls out immediately. He disappears before your eyes in a moment, grabbing the garbage under the two of you and coming. The sight is humorous in itself, but you’re in too much of a daze to let a laugh out. You slowly get up from the table, looking around for your vest as you pull up your pants. He steadies himself, turning around to look at you. A lazy smile crosses his lips, following your suit to redress. After a couple of minutes of gathering yourselves, you turn, looking at him.

“A garbage can?” You snicker, tossing him the hand sanitizer you keep in your pocket. He catches it with ease, frowning.

“There’s nothing else around!”

He adjusts his shirt, messily. You move closer to him, helping him adjust his coat and shirt to look not too wrinkled. He does the same for you, tucking loose strands of hair back into its place. His eyes stay on yours as you do so, flicking back to your lips.

“I wasn’t lying,” he says. “You are pretty beautiful, y/n.”

“You’re pretty handsome too, Professor Kim,” you smile at him, ignoring the rattling of your heart.

“I don’t…” he trails off, thinking. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing, I want us to be more than a one time thing. You’re more than that to me.”

“I want that too, Hongjoong.”

Relief washes over his face at your words, “You’re not teasing me right?”

“No, I do like you. I wouldn’t have let you do any of that if I didn’t. But maybe we take it slower next time? Like taking me out for coffee?”

“Okay,” he steps away from you, glancing at the door. “Time to go, then?”

“As long as you don’t go out there with that lipstick on your mouth,” you grin. He grabs his phone and looks at his face. There it is - a long streak of lipstick against his cheek. He rubs it quickly, using your hand sanitizer.

“You would have let me walk out there like that?” He asks, eyes wide. You only shrug, walking past him and out into the hallway.

[piratejoongie]

All Mine

🍒 Hii, this little or maybe not so little story is my first ever so I hope you enjoy it.

🍒 tw: sexual content, kidnapping, swearing, violence...

🍒 Pirate Hongjoong x reader

🍒 smut hehe with a bit of fluff, because aftercare is important

🍒 word count: 🤷🏻‍♀️ (a lot, i guess)

Where it all began:

It was when my mom was pregnant with me when a deal was struck between my parents and parents of later very known, vicious and merciless pirate Kim Hongjoong. It has been agreed that I will have to marry Hongjoong when I turn 22, because my family's fortune with his would make one very powerful and united family that would be unstoppable. Little did his parents know how their plan would be ruined, or was it?

As soon as that deal was struck, mu parents went to the king and queen to ask for their help.

"My king, we need your help!"

"Ah, lord Tang, long time no see. Tell me, what seems to be the problem?"

"We were forced to make a deal with pirates, the Kim's specifically, that our daughter Y/N has to marry their son Hongjoong when she turns 22."

"Well, that's unfortunate, lord Tang. What is it that you want of me? I can't declare a war out of thin air."

"We would never ask that of you, your majesties. We hoped that, as soon as Y/N is born, she can live with you as a fake princess and hopefully be safe from Kim's. "

"Lord Tang, that's quite an idea... and a dangerous one if HE figures out."

"I know that's a lot to ask of you, my king... but we just want our daughter to be safe and to never have to witness what horrible things those pirates do."

"Very well, lord Tang. As soon as your daughter is born, she will live here as our 'daughter', learn to be a proper royal and if successful, maybe even inherit the throne. She'll be a better fit than any of my cousins and their bastard children."

"Thank you, my king. I owe you my life for doing this."

"Careful, lord Tang, you might just have to do that if they find her."

"Yes, my king."

Even though my parents had a good plan, and everything went smoothly, eventually, something had to go wrong.

Now:

The day has come, my 28th birthday and my coronation. The day when I finally become queen of this country came, the king Jun was proud and so was his wife, Laeya, or should I say, my parents. However, my real parents were in the crowd, watching me, with tears in their eyes and hope that nothing would go wrong.

The coronation went smoothly, and so did the majority of the night, but then all of a sudden, pirates came barging in through the main doors... and it was everything my parents feared... the blood... the screams... people panicking... but I couldn't move, I couldn't run... I knew I had to face them, and I knew I was ready... or so, I thought.

Then he came in the throne room. His presence, his aura... it was very powerful and magnetic, something was pulling me towards him, and I didn't know what it was.

One thing I was sure of... this man is Captain Kim Hongjoong, of the Nightbringer pirates. The cruelest, the most vicious and merciless pirates of them all... and he was here to get me.

"Hello, my queen", he said bowing to me, showing respect. Good for him. "They hid you well from me. I hoped to meet you 6 years ago, and make you my beloved wife, but as you see, I had some misfortune coming my way. I had my most precious treasure stolen from me, I was searching all of the seven seas for you, and as I was about to raid this hideous castle, I have find you. My precious ruby."

Ruby, a nickname I thought I'd never hear again... but here we are.

"Captain, you must me mistaken. I was never promised to anyone."

"My queen, isn't your real name Y/N Tang? Isn't your father one of most respected lords, lord Marcellus Tang and his beautiful wife, Maria Jelena Tang, former princess of Russia. You're their only daughter and, of course, my soon to be wife." he said, and I gulped.

How did he know all of this? Where did he get it from?

I needed answers, and I needed them soon.

"Mother! Father! What is he talking about?" I asked angrily, and they explained everything to me. I was furious, I didn't know what to think, how to act... do I go with them? Do I put up a fight? So I tried being rational and parley.

"Captain, I'm flattered, but unfortunately, I will not be going with you. I have a duty towards this country, this land and all people who live here."

He laughed. He fucking laughed.

"You're in no position to bargain with me,'princess'. You will be a good little princess and come with me. Otherwise, you can say goodbye to everyone because all that will be left of this land is corpses and bloodshed", this prick... "You have a choice pretty, come with me in peace, and I'll let them all live, or you can decline me and see everyone die, so you'll be forced to go with me."

"I pick nothing. You're in no position to bargain with a queen, pirate and you and your small crew are outnumbered."

He doesn't say anything. He just walks up to me, lifts up my head with his finger, looks me in the eyes, and like a feather, he throws me over his shoulders. To my surprise, no one was harmed, and I was taken to his ship, with no one coming after me. His ship, The Illusion, was beautiful and modern, I was stunned. He took me to his cabin and locked me inside. Then, the long one week journey to his kingdom began.

On the ship:

The seconds. The minutes. The hours.

They were passing slowly, but at least I had my fun pissing Hongjoong off. He hated it but I loved it. Serves him right for literally kidnapping me.

Suddenly, I hear the door unlocking... it must me him.

"Rise and shine, Ruby. We are close to my kingdom, and here, you'll be a proper queen. I must admit, giving you up to the royals was a bit over the top, but at least you have the manners and the brains now."

"That's more brains than you'll ever have Hongjoong. " I smiled to myself, good one. He makes me think of comeback so easily, whatever he says, I can just snap it back at him. But the patience this man has, its unbelievable.

"Now now baby, haven't they taught you manners and respect, or are you just a brat in general?" As he was saying that, he gets close to my face, looking me deeply in the eyes, and as always, I get turned on... but I can't let him know that, if I did, he'd have complete power over me and he'll use it well. "I asked you something, 'princess'."

"I just respect people who show respect to me first. That's how it is and how I was taught." I said.

"Hmm, or you just like pissing me off, hoping to get a reaction out of me, but also finding my composure and presence rather magnetic." Shit... how did he know? "Princess, you were bound to be mine, and I will, make you mine." Well, now is not a good time to be horny and wishing he would rail me on his desk. "Be ready in 10, we're close to the main land. And wear something nice, you need to look presentable to my people." He leaves, and with that I go through the dresses I have, and find the sluttiest, dark red dress that hugs my curves well. I can hear, and feel the ship slowing down, which can mean one thing... time to get out.

"Y/N, time to go." I hear Seonghwa, Hongjoong's first man and his most trusted member of the crew, and the sweetest, if I may add. I check myself once more, and I head out. The crew kept whistling, cat-calling 6 it made me feel powerful until Hongjoong turned around and his eyes went dark. Oh, oh. I needed to play this off as cool as possible, which I did. He hasn't said anything to me on our way to his castle, and I didn't mind because San and Wooyoung were keeping me entertained.

Over the next few months, I kept pissing Hongjoong off, talking to San and Wooyoung, who became my friends here and occasionally to Seonghwa. The majority of days here, I spent with the crew, whereas Hongjoong was nowhere to be seen... and to be honest, it had me worried. I stood up and decided to go to his room. Not a brightest idea so far.

His room was across the hall from mine, with big black doors and skulls decorating it. To some, it may seem intimidating, but to me, it has always been normal. I came inside, the room was empty, but it was big, spacious, and it had nice big windows that made the room brighter. I was busy admiring the room and haven't heard footsteps behind me.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out with the crew doing something?" He asked, leaning onto the doorframe. Damn he looked hot. His messy red hair was shining from one sunray that hit it, his dark eyes looking at me curiously, and his lips... those juicy pink lips were formed into a smirk. "Do you like what you see, Ruby?" He asked, slowly moving forward and closing the door behind him.

"Not really, I've seen better." I snap.

"Oh really, so I don't have any effect on you? You don't feel turned on by me? You don't fantasize about me? You don't imagine me pleasuring you until you scream when you finger yourself at night? You don't imagine how my tongue would tease your sensitive clit, how I would eat you out like a starved man, as if you were the last meal I could have, how I would such on those nice tits of yours and make you cum? You don't think about how my cock would fill you up like a skut you are and stretch you so good, you will only need my cock and noone else's? You want to say that you never, not even once, wanted me to fuck you senseless over my desk, make you scream my name so my whole crew can hear how good of a slut you're being for me, your captain. Tell me, Ruby."

I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't do anything I wanted to do because of him, and the effect he had on me.

With one swift movement, he put his hand around my waist and turned me around so my back was pressed against the door. He started kissing my neck, moving his way slowly to my jaw and then kissing my lips. His kisses were intoxicating, and through them, he made sure you knew that he was in charge. There's no doubt that he was good at it, he knew very well what he was doing.

"My precious Ruby, tell me, what do you want." He said seductively, as if he didn't know what I wanted. "Captain, I want you."

"Very well darling." He kissed me again, then stopped, looked at me and just tore my shirt apart. I was stunned. He on the other hand was amused, taking my boobs in his hands, massaging them, and then kissing and teasing my nipples. I squirm and pull his red, ruby hair, making him whine a little. While sucking on my nipples, he quickly disposed my skirt and underwear, kissing his way down on me. Making me shiver, getting wetter and wetter with every kiss he made down my stomach... but he stops... and gets on his knees in front of me, putting my leg on his shoulder so he can have better access. Slowly, he licks my folds, tasting all of my juices and making his way up to my clit. His tongue glides over my clit, goes in circles around it, making me moan loudly. He starts sucking and nibbling on my clit, sending shivers down my spine and making me quiver. Eating me out like a starved man, he speeds up a little and adds a finger inside me, matching the speed of his finger and his tongue. The feeling was sensational, no one made me feel like that. He adds another finger, making me moan from being stretched out. "Look at you, being a good little slut for your captain. Are you gonna cum for me slut? Are you gonna make a mess all over my face and fingers?" He asks, still sucking on my clit but more roughly this time and fingering me faster. "Aye, captain. I'll be a good slut and cum on your face." I moan, and the pleasure keeps growing. I grab a handful on his hair in my hand and pull his face closer to my folds, closing my thighs as my orgasm approaches and squishing his face between them, which he doesn't seem to mind... instead he picked up a pace. "Oh...I-... too much..."

"What's that slut? Don't tell me you can't take it?"

"I- I'm gonna c-..."

Before I could finish, I squirt all over his face, making a huge mess and wetting his clothes.

"Get on the bed slut. On all fours. Head down. Ass up."

I obey.

Before I knew it, he was undressed and stood between my legs, carefully watching my juices leaking out of me from previous orgasm.

"You look so pretty spread out for me like this."

"Only for you captain." I purr.

"Good, now you'll take my cock like a good little slut, won't you?"

"Yes captain."

Without any warning, he slams his dick in me, stretching me well and making me full. Each thrust is better than the other, making my legs weak and shaking. He fucks me roughly, penetrating me sweet spot and making me a moaning mess. He picks up his pace again, thrusting hard and deep touching my cervix with a tip of his dick.

"Fuck baby, if you keep clenching around me like that, I'm going to cum and fill that tight cunt of yours with my cum. Would you like that, slut? Would you like being breed by me and have my baby in your belly?" I nod.

"Words, slut. Use your words. I want to hear you say it."

"Ah- yes- I want you to breed me, captain. I wanna be filled with your cum and have your baby in my belly." I scream, and I hear him chuckle as he keeps thrusting. I can feel him twitching inside me, ready to cum. His thrusts become shorter but deeper.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum in that pretty cunt of yours. Cum with me."

As he came in me, he kept fucking his cum back inside me hence it was leaking out. I kept rolling my eyes into the sensation.

"On your knees slut. You need to clean the mess you've made on my cock."

I get down on my knees, in front of his beautiful long dick that still hasn't gone soft. I start pumping it with my hands, sucking on his balls, kissing them and moving up to his tip, sliding it in my mouth, slowly taking it whole.

"That's it, slut. Let me fuck that bratty mouth of yours."

With that, he grabbed a handful of my hair, moving his hips and fucking my mouth. I grab his thighs for support and scratch them because he was too much. He slides out of mouth, letting me breathe for a second before sliding himself back into my mouth, thrusting roughly, and sliding out again. Confused, I see him sit on his bed, tapping on his lap, signalling me to come up to him, and ride him. I slide down his cock with ease, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out once again. I kept bouncing on his dick, feeling euphoric and having Hongjoong sucking on my boots while his thumb was circling around my clit. I couldn't take it anymore, it was too much.

"You gonna cum again slut? C'mon, make a mess on my cock and I'll fill you up once more." I don't know how or why, his words have a huge effect on me. Hearing him saying that and moan, made me ride him harder and faster, urging me to cum.

"Ah- Hon- Hongjoong " I scream, and as I was about to collapse on him, he flipped us over, putting me in missionary and filling me up once again, making me feel warm inside. He never let his cum drip out of me, so he kept fucking it back in, releasing once more and kissing me. God, I loved every second of it.

"You good princess? Not too sore? Can you walk? Do you need anything? Food? Water? Shower? Just tell me, princess, anything you need."

"Some food would be nice, and a shower... and, if we can cuddle after?" I asked, hoping he'll agree.

"Anyhing for my Ruby. You're the queen of my heart after all."

Who knew a pirate such as Hongjoong would have a soft side, or was he only showing that side to you. Nevertheless, you loved it, and even though you were forced to come here, maybe it's better than the life your parents would choose for you. And there's one thing Hongjoong will never admit, but he always knew where you were, how you were and he watched you growing up. You might not remember it now, but he'll tell you what you two met when you were 7, walking along the beach alone and bumping into him. You called him ruby, because of his red hair and he never told you his real name because he didn't want to scare you, instead he admired you and told himself that he'll find you again and protect you with all he has.

[everythingkimhongjoong]

I am dying from laughter at this. My short king.

[lorienteez]

no1likehim🌛

[mororuart]

Elizabeth Swann, Kim Hongjoong, and Kurt Wagner walk into a bar…

[halavibe]

kim hongjoong in pirate king: zombies

[nyuusayuri]

Heart of the Pirate King (ongoing)

Ateez Kim Hongjoong x Reader [SMUT]

Warnings: Mention of guns, slight violence and maybe swear words

Chapter 2

Chapter 1: The Encounter

"Ah-ah, don't move," he murmured, the cool steel of his pistol pressed against my forehead. "Unless, of course, you want me to pull the trigger."

Hongjoong's amusement was palpable as he observed my futile attempt to slip away and rally my people — an effort made all the more audacious in the face of him and his gang. If only I'd remembered that he was as observant as he was cunning; nothing ever seemed to escape his sharp gaze. The gun trained on me was a constant reminder that any misstep could lead to my demise.

"So, care to enlighten me about your little escapade?"

His voice dripped with mockery, a chuckle escaping as he buried me in his intense scrutiny. My reply was nothing more than a low snarl, teeth gritted in defiance. "As if you don't already know, Pirate," I spat, sarcasm swirling around the air between us.

The glint in his eyes only grew as my retort registered, and his lips curled into a smirk. He held me at gunpoint, and yet I sensed a flicker of intrigue dancing behind his playful demeanor. With a scoff, he remarked, "Oh, you've certainly got guts, I'll give you that."

I turned my attention to the crew behind him. His irritation simmered just beneath the surface as he lifted his pistol, reaching out to grasp my chin. "Look at me. Don't look away," he commanded, each word coated with a palpable threat, his gaze penetrating as he bore into my very soul.

Biting back my fury, I felt an overwhelming urge to headbutt him—a response he seemed to relish as he edged closer, clearly enjoying my internal struggle. His smirk widened at my subtle movements, the delightful tension between us growing thicker like fog on a dreary morning, and he leaned in closer, hovering just out of reach.

"Trying to hide your anger so badly, huh?" he teased, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

"You have no idea," I whispered back, my tension building. "You attacked my home. Should I be happy about that?" The sarcasm dripped from my lips, raising the corners of his mouth in amusement.

He edged nearer, the warmth of his presence radiating against my skin. "No, you have every right to be angry, sweetheart," he replied, his tone almost mocking. "But let's not pretend you're not enjoying this little predicament of yours. I can see it in your eyes."

Appalled, I slapped his hand away, my fury bubbling over. "What? Why should I?! You're scum, just like all the other pirates before you!" A whistle of delight escaped him, his enjoyment clear as he chuckled at my defiance. The laughter morphed into something darker as he fixed me with a sharp stare.

"Oh, a feisty one, aren't you? But don't act like I'm the scum here. You know nothing about me or my crew, sweetheart." He caught my chin again, a tad too tight this time, pulling me within inches of his face. "But keep up that attitude—it's kinda cute." His grin was charming, wicked, and all too compelling.

"As if I would ever listen to you," I shot back, keeping my gaze locked onto his while gripping his wrist. His chuckle was low and satisfied, an insatiable glimmer of amusement lighting his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to listen, sweetheart. I'm merely curious about how long you'll sustain this little act. You're adorable when you're mad, did you know that?"

His face drew closer, and I placed my hands on his chest in a futile attempt to distance myself. "What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!" I cried, struggling to twist free of his grip, my heart racing in protest.

His crew erupted in laughter, reveling in our clash, as one of his arms snaked around my waist, anchoring me where he wanted me — pressed flush against him. "Oh, sweetheart, don't struggle too much; you'll wear yourself out," he teased, leaning down so that his breath warmed my ear. "Besides, I like having you this close to me."

With a surge of resolve, I finally broke free and glared at him, my anger boiling over. "What the hell are you trying to do here? Do you think I'm just one of your dolls who'll come running at your beck and call?"

He merely scoffed at my outburst, a satisfied grin etched across his face. "I was merely testing how fiery your temper is. Look at you; you've not disappointed." He stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "And no, I don't think you're one of my dolls as you so bluntly put it. You're much more unique."

"What do you even know about me? Nothing! Now let my people go and get the hell out of here!" I demanded, holding his gaze with a challenge.

"Ah, I know more than you think, sweetheart," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But I'll admit, I haven't learned your name yet, which strikes me as a shame." He winked at me, and I frowned in disbelief.

"And as for your people? They're safe, for now. I can promise you that."

I let out a laugh tinged with skepticism. "Why should I trust the word of a pirate? And why do you want to know my name? Once you leave here, I doubt you'll ever give me a second thought."

He chuckled, "Oh sweetheart, you have every reason to doubt me. I am, after all, a pirate. But I assure you, I mean no harm to you or your people." Then, without warning, he stepped forward, closing the distance between us. Tilting his head down, he leaned in close, murmuring, "I want to know your name because you intrigue me. You're a feisty one, and I can't help but be drawn to you."

His words caught me off-guard, and I blinked in surprise, searching his eyes before looking away, deep in thought. After a moment, I returned my gaze to him. "Y/N," I said quietly.

His smile softened at the sound of my name. "Y/N," he repeated, savoring it like a fine wine, enjoying how it rolled off his tongue. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he murmured, the devious smirk creeping back to his lips.

"Now, release the others and get out of here," I commanded, my voice firm despite the tremor of uncertainty within me.

An amused scoff escaped him, but he turned to his crew, nodding his command. Moments later, my people were untied, and relief washed over me as they gathered at a safe distance. He turned back, a playful glint in his eye. "As promised, they're safe. My crew won't harm them, I give you my word. But are you truly sure you want me to leave, sweetheart? I was just beginning to enjoy our little conversation."

It was undeniable that there was something magnetic about him — undeniably handsome, perhaps the most attractive man I'd ever encountered — but he was still Kim Hongjoong, King of the Pirates, and trust was not a luxury I could afford.

"Why would I want you to stay?" I raised an eyebrow, wary of the predator before me.

Noting my tension, he leaned into his game, trying to provoke me further. "You've been eyeing me up, haven't you? Admiring the view, perhaps?" He began to circle me, his gaze appraising as he moved. "Let's be honest; you enjoy this little game as much as I do. Otherwise, you'd have walked away by now."

I could only gawk at his audacity, shaking my head. "You mean like this?" I took a few determined steps back from him.

His laughter echoed, buoyed by my defiance. "I do admire your spirit. It's quite charming," he mused.

Determined to reclaim my distance, I stepped away, but he swiftly closed the gap, grasping my waist and spinning me around so that my back met his chest. In an instant, my breath hitched, and I felt his lips near my ear. "But I'm afraid I can't let you leave that easily, sweetheart."

My heart raced as warmth flooded my cheeks, a sensation I fought to conceal by avoiding his gaze. I refused to let him see my flustered state, determined not to grant him any semblance of victory. But the question lingered in the air: why was I reacting this way?

He chuckled softly, clearly enthralled by the effect he'd had on me, savoring every moment. His smirk deepened as he sensed my heart racing, yet he refrained from mentioning it, opting instead to push my buttons further. "Oh, there are countless reasons. Perhaps I simply enjoy having you this close to me. Or maybe I'm not quite ready to release my hold on your delightful spirit."

Driven by a sudden surge of defiance, I seized his arm, twisting it with deft precision until I had him turned around, my grip pressing his arm firmly against his back, rendering him unable to escape. "I think you're listening to me now," I whispered fiercely into his ear. "You may have a handsome face, but I have no intention of entangling myself with a pirate who recently laid hands on my father!"

He let out a huff of surprise at the rapid role reversal, but beneath the annoyance blossomed an undeniable smirk as he admired my strength and audacity. "Ooh, feisty and strong. I like that," he admitted, his amusement evident in the lilt of his voice. "But you know, sweetheart, I had my reasons for confronting your father. It wasn't personal, I swear."

"Oh, but this feels rather personal," I countered, a playful smile dancing on my lips as I landed a swift kick to his leg, sending him tumbling to his knees before me. With his back still turned and my grip unyielding, I leaned closer, my voice a sultry whisper. "I prefer you on your knees, Captain." There was a hint of mischief in my tone as I reveled in his irritation before slipping away into the chaos of the city.

Wincing against the dull throb in his leg, he cursed softly, astonished that I'd toppled him so effortlessly. The world around us seemed to fade as he remained kneeling, still processing the shock of my boldness. As I whispered taunts into his ear, his annoyance simmered, ignited by the warmth of my breath against his skin tinged with a hint of satisfaction.

"You little minx," he muttered, delight dancing in his eyes as a slow smirk crept back onto his lips. "You've chosen to play a dangerous game, sweetheart. Just know this—I'll be coming for you."

[nateezfics]

it’s giving sexy villain couture 🩶🖤

[colourofmagic]

brain still stuck on coachella hongjoong^

[hongjoongdaily]

I see two kings

[j-a-nuary]

Yo, which bl comic is this?

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛🐶We can make everything together

Title from Pirate King (ATEEZ)

Summary: San fetches Seonghwa and Hongjoong when Yunho starts feeling unwell at night. The MATZ hyungs stay up with the sick member, taking care of him. Hongjoong gets sympathy sick.

CW: emeto, bad dreams

Sickie: Yunho Caretakers: Seonghwa + Hongjoong (+ San)

A small knock on the door had Seonghwa and Hongjoong look up. The members had had an exhausting and long day, so they all had decided to at least retire to their respective rooms for once if not go to sleep early. They were both sitting on Seonghwa’s lower bunk, legs stretched out in front of them and Hongjoong’s head resting against the taller’s shoulder. Before the interruption they had been talking quietly, reveling in quietness and solitude for once.

“Come in”, Seonghwa called and San stuck his head inside before his body followed. He, like his hyungs, was clad in pajamas which made him look especially young. His hair stood up in all directions, obviously just toweled dry and free of any products. There was an unhappy frown on his bare face and he was biting his lower lip.

“Sannie? What’s wrong?”, Hongjoong asked, sitting up and already half-way out of bed before he finished his own questions.

San sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “It’s Yunho-hyung”, he answered quietly, “he said he isn’t feeling well.”

“Oh”, Hongjoong said, stunned for a moment. All hopes of a relaxed evening vanished into thin air. “Thanks for getting us”, Seonghwa added and got up too, “let’s go see what he needs, hm?”

Together, with Seonghwa’s arm wrapped around San’s shoulder, they walked towards the younger members’ room. Yunho was sitting on the lower bunk, San’s bed, with his head in his hands and San's blanket wrapped around his shoulders. There was a puddle of water soaking the mattress next to him. When he heard them come in, he looked up at them with tired eyes and a pale face. He definitely didn’t seem well.

“Hey, baby”, Hongjoong greeted and walked over to squat down in front of the younger, “what’s going on? Sannie said you don’t feel good?”

Seonghwa and San stayed in the doorway, the eldest never letting go of his worried dongsaeng. Yunho nodded vaguely and shrugged. “I don’t know. I just don’t feel good. Exhausted. Bad.”

Hongjoong hummed in acknowledgement and rested the back of his hand against Yunho’s forehead. Just as he had expected from the small blush he noted from up close, the younger was burning up. “You’re running a fever, Yunho-yah”, Hongjoong said with a sad smile, “no wonder you aren’t feeling good. How long have you been feeling off?”

“I don’t know. I was tired all day but I thought maybe I just didn’t sleep well last night. But I was so tired, hyung, when we came home and then when I had to climb up to my bed, I was just so exhausted. I couldn’t do it. And then I accidentally spilled Sannie’s water bottle. I’m sorry.” The dancer’s eyes were glazed over and wet with tears at the same time. 

“It’s alright, Yunho, I told you. It was an accident, you were dizzy”, San protested, pouting. That explained the puddle at least.

“Hey, don’t cry”, Seonghwa said, coming to sit next to Yunho together with San, “you’re not feeling good and are running a fever. You don’t have to be strong right now. Climbing up to your bed sounds really hard - that’s why I made Hongjoong take the upper bunk.”

Hongjoong spluttered a bit, causing Yunho to smile tiredly. At least something.

“How about we take your temperature, get you some fever reducers and you come to sleep with hyung’s in our room, hm?”, Hongjoong suggested, brushing back limply hanging hair. There was no way they would make Yunho climb up to his bunk and since San's bed was wet the only option left was their room.

Yunho nodded reluctantly. 

“Sannie? Why don’t you have a sleepover with WooSangHo?”, Seonghwa added, already sensing that San would not want to stay alone in his room for the night. 

“I want to help”, San said quietly, looking at Yunho with worry in every feature of his face. 

“I know you do, San-ah, and that’s very sweet of you”, Seonghwa said, “but let hyungs worry tonight, okay? Yunho-yah will be fine.”

Yunho nodded, then as the movement seemed to hurt his head he leaned his head a bit more into Hongjoong’s palm that had never left his face. “Don’t worry about me, San-ah. Get some sleep”, he whispered. That was apparently the push San needed.

“Okay”, he accepted and stood up, walking to Yunho and wrapping him in his arms, “sleep well and feel better soon.” He pressed a kiss against his hyung’s forehead and left with a quiet ‘goodnight’.

“Why don’t you get the supplies, Joong-ah, and I’ll help our puppy over to our room?”, Seonghwa said. 

Hongjoong nodded and got up to walk to the bathroom where they kept the medical supplies. A few months ago - after the horrible stomach flu disaster of that year - Seonghwa had created the ‘sick member’-basket which now stood on the washing machine for easy reach. It contained the thermometer, various medications for different purposes, wet wipes and a regularly updated chart for every member which listed their allergies, medications they took and other health issues for easy reach if needed. 

When Hongjoong returned to his room he found Yunho sitting on Seonghwa’s bed, the eldest’s blanket and Seonghwa himself wrapped around the sick member. The short walk must have taken a lot out of Yunho, considering how badly he was shivering and how pale he had turned.

“Let’s take your temperature, get some medication into you and then you can sleep, okay?”, Hongjoong said and sat down cross legged in front of Yunho again. A trembling hand found its way out of the blanket burrito and took the thermometer from Hongjoong’s hand.

Looking up at Yunho, Hongjoong couldn’t deny how pitiful his dongsaeng looked with his pale face and red, feverish blushes all over his cheeks, hair astray and sweat soaked, the thermometer sticking from his lips. As they waited for the reading, Hongjoong busied himself with looking through the basket. Somewhere the liquid fever reducers - the only kind of medication Yunho would take and that Hongjoong had run across half the city to find in the middle of the night last time the younger was sick - had to be. Success! Just as the beeping started, Hongjoong managed to find the right medication.

“38.9°C”, Seonghwa read in dismay, as he took the device from their dongsaeng, “It’s pretty high, baby. Do you have any other symptoms? How do you feel?”

“I just don’t feel good”, Yunho mumbled, his head coming to rest on Seonghwa’s shoulder, “I don’t know how to describe it. Just bad. Tired and a bit dizzy. Everything aches.”

“Alright, take this and hopefully it will help, hm?”, Hongjoong said, measuring out the medication. The reddish liquid didn’t look appealing at all but if that was what helped Yunho get medicated he would take it. Yunho swallowed the liquid and handed the cup back to Hongjoong. 

“Drink”, Seonghwa said and held out a bottle of water. 

Yunho drank and sighed. “Can I sleep now?”

“Of course, baby”, Seonghwa agreed immediately. There was nothing more to be done. “Do you want to sleep down here with Joong-ah or with me?”

Yunho pouted a bit, looking like it was the hardest decision he had ever had to make. His eyes glanced back and forth between his hyungs but then he settled his gaze on the captain. “Joong-hyung? Is that okay?”, he asked quietly, not daring to look at Seonghwa.

Seonghwa tried to not look that sad as he assured: “Of course that’s okay. I doubt we both fit on this bed anyway.” The eldest probably had a point there.

“I’ll clean up here”, Seonghwa added, pointing at the medication thrown across the floor, “will you help Yunho-yah lie down, Joong-ah?”

“Sure, come on, let’s lie down”, Hongjoong said and got up. Hating how it left Yunho shivering, he unwrapped the blanket cocoon so that Yunho could stretch out over the bed. Well, he couldn’t really stretch out fully, body too long, but it worked. Once Yunho was settled, Hongjoong prepared to lie down himself but was stopped when Yunho quietly requested: “Can you lay down on top of me, hyung? I think the pressure might help the aches.”

“Absolutely”, Hongjoong agreed and careful not to hurt Yunho he layed down on top of the taller. His feet barely reached Yunho’s shins and Hongjoong wasn’t sure it was actually comfortable but Yunho sighed in relief. “Thanks, hyung.”

“Sleep, baby”, Hongjong said, reaching up to stroke Yunho’s hair. It barely took a few minutes until he had a snoring dongsaeng on hand. Seonghwa turned off the lights and climbed up to Hongjoong’s bunk, cursing slightly as he probably found the laundry Hongjoong conveniently had stored there so he didn’t have to wash it. At least the eldest didn’t say anything.

⌛

Hongjoong was woken up when whatever he laid upon started to shake. Despite being disoriented and feeling slightly seasick, Hongjoong quickly remembered how he came to be in such a situation.

Yunho, right. Hongjoong opened his eyes and reached through the darkness to search for a phone or the night lamp Seonghwa kept at his bed. It took longer than expected but soon he was able to turn on the light. 

Hongjoong slid down from Yunho to kneel on the bed by his hip. Yunho was shivering badly in his sleep, the whole bed frame shaking. It was a surprise really that Seonghwa hadn’t yet woken up. He probably was used to sleeping through worse aka Hongjoong coming home late from the studio. 

As Hongjoong kept watching Yunho for a moment the distress in his dongsaeng seemed to grow and he started to actually toss and turn from side to side. Sweat was pouring from his body and his eyes were rolling under his lids. Then he started mumbling. 

Hongjoong was barely able to understand what he said but he caught “no” and “eomma” and, surprisingly, his captain’s name. Figuring that Yunho was probably having a bad dream, Hongjoong decided he should wake him if only to keep him out of distress. And maybe re-take his temperature. 

Waking Yunho proved to be a harder task than anticipated. The fever had him deep in its grip and whispering his name and stroking his face did nothing. Hongjoong was left with no choice but to shake his shoulder and, luckily, after a few tries his dongsaeng began to show signs of waking up.

His eyes shot open and he sat up straight, nearly colliding with Hongjoong. Once upright he nearly sunk into himself again, the sudden burst of strength leaving. Hongjoong managed to tip his body so Yunho was resting against his chest. With one hand he kept rubbing up and down Yunho’s arm, trying to calm him down. 

While the sleepiness soon faded, the panic of his dream and the fever burning him did not and Yunho started crying softly, big tears rolling down his red cheeks. Trying not to cry himself Hongjoong pulled him even more into his arms, whispering comforting nonsense. Was it already time to call the manager and ask to go to the hospital? He had never seen Yunho so out of it.

But gradually the sobs turned quiet and Yunho slumped fully into Hongjoong’s embrace. The leader didn’t even spare a thought to the tears and snot staining his shirt.

“Hey, you with me now?”, he asked hesitantly, afraid of the answer. He got an exhausted nod in return.

“Joong-ah?”, Seonghwa sleepily called from the upper bunk. Apparently the sounds of crying dongsaeng had woken him up after all.

“It’s okay, go back to sleep”, Hongjoong answered, hoping he was right about the first statement. But instead of following Hongjoong’s advice, Seonghwa came climbing down the ladder to sit by them.

“What’s gotten you so shaken up, baby?”, Seonghwa asked, gently taking Yunho into his own arms. Though reluctant to let his dongsaeng go, Hongjoong allowed it as he knew how much it would comfort Seonghwa too to have the younger safe in his arms. 

“Bad dream”, Yunho whispered into Seonghwa’s shoulder, so softly that Hongjoong had to strain his hearing to understand him. Whatever he had dreamed about must have shaken him up badly. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?”, Seonghwa questioned, turning Yunho so he could look at him and wiped his face with his hands. The younger shook his head. 

“I don’t even remember it.”

“Do you want to go back to sleep then?”, Hongjoong suggested.

“I need to use the bathroom”, Yunho mumbled, embarrassed. 

“Okay, let hyungs help you there, hm?”, Hongjoong said, placing a hand on Yunho’s shoulder. He understood all too well. Running a fever that high, being dizzy and scared, exhausted. The uncomfortableness of asking somebody to help you to the bathroom was just the top of the cake. He just hoped that showing nonchalance would help Yunho feel better about it.

Tears glistened in the younger’s eyes again but he nodded. Together Seonghwa and Hongjoong lifted Yunho to his feet which was slightly awkward considering that Yunho and Seonghwa both were much taller than Hongjoong but they made do. Carefully they shuffled across the bedroom and into the hallway. 

Once in the bathroom Yunho looked ready to start crying again. “Hwa is going to wait outside, okay? I’ll turn my head and be just here in case you get dizzy. It’s really fine, we don’t mind”, Hongjoong reassured. Seonghwa gave them a half-smile and left. 

As promised Hongjoong just stared at the tiled wall until Yunho finished his business. But then the tap turned off and Yunho quietly called Hongjoong’s name. Within seconds Hongjoong was by his side, a hand on Yunho’s back.

“What’s wrong, baby? Dizzy?”, Hongjoong asked worriedly.

“Yeah”, Yunho mumbled, “hyung, I need to sit down.”

⌛

Before Hongjoong could react Yunho was already starting to slump to the ground and all Hongjoong could do was cushion his fall and make sure he didn’t hit his head. A concussion on top of this would be awful.

“Seonghwa”, Hongjoong called panically, at first not sure if Yunho was even conscious. The door burst open immediately and Seonghwa fell to his knees beside them full force. Hongjoong absently winced, surely the oldest’s knees would bruise.

Hongjoong adjusted his arms around Yunho, whose head was resting against the captain’s clavicle. Seonghwa gently tapped their dongsaeng’s cheeks, eyes wide in worry. “Yunho? Yunho-yah? Are you with us?”

A low groan came from the younger man and Hongjoong was able to take a breath again, at first not even having noticed he wasn’t breathing in anticipation. They had dealt with a lot of illnesses and injuries throughout their years together. Passing out wasn’t as unusual as one would think, hell, Hongjoong himself had fainted a lot of times before mostly due to exhaustion, low blood pressure or low blood sugar. It wasn’t even the first time Yunho had fainted. But it was so unexpected and Hongjoong was tired and worried.

“Yunho-yah?”, he tried, ignoring the shaking in his voice.

“I’m okay, hyung”, Yunho whispered, “I’m just so dizzy. Everything’s spinning.”

“It’s okay, baby. We can sit here and wait a bit,” Seonghwa soothed and pushed to his feet. “I’ll get a cool cloth.” Hongjoong nodded. It was likely a good idea.

“Hyu..”, Yunho mumbled, but he was caught off guard by a gag. Before any of them could react, a tiny amount of water, fever reducer and whatever Yunho had in his stomach, spilled from his mouth. Hongjoong grimaced, suppressing a gag himself, as he stared down at his shirt now covered in vomit. 

“Oh, no”, Seonghwa said, appearing beside them with the washcloth in hand. With a look at Hongjoong who was frozen in place, Seonghwa gathered Yunho into his own arms, pressing the cloth to his forehead. “Are you done?”

“I’m so sorry”, Yunho whimpered, clearly still very out of it. His breathing hitched and for a moment Hongjoong was scared he was about to be sick again but instead he started to cry again. Seonghwa shushed him and cradled him close.

Then Seonghwa turned his attention to Hongjoong, mustering him. Hongjoong couldn't really do much more but stare back. He could feel the sick seeping into his shirt, feel the warmth of it. There were chunks all over him and the stench was getting to him. His throat went tight and he had to swallow harshly. “Joong-ah, take off your shirt. Step out for a moment and breathe, okay?”, Seonghwa suggested warmly, “I got Yunho-yah.”

Mechanically Hongjoong nodded and took off his shirt, tossing it into the bathtub to be cleaned later. He was starting to feel really sick himself. He quickly left the bathroom, trying to escape the smell and found himself in the bedroom again, picking up a random shirt. Hongjoong had enough presence of mind to know that he did not accidentally want to be found shirtless by a dongsaeng in the middle of the night and he knew that Yunho would be terribly embarrassed if anybody knew the reason. 

Still feeling claustrophobic and not very well, he wandered into the kitchen to get himself a cup of water and an ice-pack for Yunho. It might help lower the fever better than only a cool cloth. 

He rested his back against the sink, nervous energy strumming in him. Hongjoong was exhausted, he had barely slept the night before due to nerves for yesterday’s photoshoot, and his worry for Yunho was not relenting. His hands were shaking a bit too and as he finished the water in one gulp, feeling the cool liquid hit his stomach, he regretted that action immediately.

Normally Hongjoong wasn’t very squeamish, he often was the go-to person for a sick dongsaeng. But getting thrown up on? It was disgusting and Hongjoong swore he could still feel and smell it. With how much his stomach was swirling - surely also a by-product of nervousness - he suspected he might actually feel better if he threw up. 

Hongjoong just hoped he would be able to keep it down until Yunho was ready to go back to bed. He couldn’t contamine the other bathroom - Wooyoung would already be anxious enough knowing that Yunho had gotten sick in the first one and Hongjoong had no intention of making him face the anxiety of the choice between the lesser evil or withholding that information from him. Wooyoung’s emetophobia would not care about the fact that Hongjoong was just sympathy sick, not ill himself. Also Wooyoung had asked them to tell him if it happened - he wanted to know because it was better than constantly worrying when he knew the others wouldn’t tell him if they had been sick.

No, Hongjoong would have to hold out. Luck, however, seemed on his side. Only a few minutes later he heard shuffling, a sure sign that Seonghwa had gotten Yunho up and on the way back to bed. Hongjoong went to greet them in the hall, finding Yunho leaning heavily on Seonghwa but his eyes a lot clearer than they had been. The moment he laid eyes on him, Yunho started to tear up.

“I’m so so sorry, hyung. I was so dizzy and suddenly I got nauseous, I didn’t mean to …”, Yunho started, and feeling his stomach churn, Hongjoong cut him off: “It’s fine, baby. I know you are sick, it doesn't matter.” Then he turned his attention to Seonghwa and pressed the ice pack into his hand. “Take this, I just need to use the bathroom, I’ll be back with you soon.”

Seonghwa eyed him suspiciously but nodded, moving their dongsaeng along. It truly was a miracle nobody had woken up from all that. 

As soon as they rounded the corner, Hongjoong rushed to the bathroom and locked the door behind himself, before falling to his knees in front of the toilet to be sick. In the few seconds it had taken him to cross the room he had noticed that the tub was empty and the washing machine on. He didn’t know how Seonghwa had managed that but he was eternally grateful. 

Hongjoong allowed himself the luxury of resting his elbows on the toilet seat, panting into the dirty water below him, before wiping his mouth and flushing. He felt much better after getting that out, not nauseous anymore, just empty. After a moment he managed to get to his feet and brushed his teeth.

The captain took his time to disinfect everything before pinning a note to the bathroom door for Wooyoung, just in case he woke up during the night. That would be a whole new disaster but it was a problem for future them.

⌛

When Hongjoong returned to the bedroom, Seonghwa was sitting at the head of the bed, running his fingers through Yunho’s hair. The younger was asleep though it was less than restful. He was shivering - if from the fever or the ice-pack Hongjoong couldn’t tell. The pale skin the captain could see was glistening with sweat. 

Seonghwa lifted his finger to his lips when Hongjoong entered, shushing him. He looked as exhausted and worried as Hongjoong felt, dark bags under his eyes. He silently walked across the room to slump down at Seonghwa’s feet to sit cross-legged on the ground. There was not much space left on the bed, with Yunho’s splayed out, body taking up nearly all of it. Originally Hongjoong had planned to just sit there but then the tiredness hit again and he leaned sideways against Seonghwa’s legs and rested his head on his best friend’s knees. Seonghwa showed no sign of surprise, only moving his free hand to the top of Hongjoong’s head, brushing back hair.

Hongjoong looked up at him as Seonghwa bent down a bit to take a better look at him. “You’re not warm but your breath smells like toothpaste. Are you sick too?”, he asked, forehead scrunched up in worry. Damn his perceptiveness. 

“No”, Hongjoong said truthfully, “tired and exhausted but not more than you are. Just sympathy sick, I think. It only started when he … uh … I feel better now.” Seonghwa looked him over with a critical eye but nodded, apparently satisfied with what he saw.

“His fever is at 39.1°C”, Seonghwa changed the topic, “I managed to get more of the fever reducer into him and I think the ice is helping too. We need to keep an eye on him nevertheless.” And then. “I’m scared.”

“Me too.” Hongjoong sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I … I am going to call my eomma. Ask her what to do.”

“Yeah, maybe that is for the best. We’re not equipped to deal with this. They should have given us a medical crash course years ago.”

“We’d never find the time on the schedule”, Hongjoong remarked before pushing to his feet. He grabbed his phone from where it still was on the bedside table and went back to the kitchen.

He slumped down at the table and dialed his eomma’s phone number. It took a few moments and Hongjoong was scared she wouldn’t pick up at all, very likely asleep. Just as he was about to hang up, her sleepy voice came through the speakers. It wasn’t often that he called in the middle of the night but it also wasn’t unheard of happening. Though the action itself meant that something was not going right.

“Hongjoong-ah? Baby?”, she asked, “what’s wrong?”

It felt so good to hear her voice amidst the happenings of the night. God, he missed her so much. He might be an adult in his twenties but he still needed his eomma sometimes often.

“Eomma”, Hongjoong started but he didn’t get further before a sob overwhelmed him and his voice broke off.

“Baby?” His eomma suddenly sounded wide awake and so worried, “Joong-ah, tell me what’s happening, please. I’m here to listen, I promise. I love you so much.” There was so much sincerity in her tone that Hongjoong was barely able to choke back the next wave of tears.

“Eomma?”, he asked quietly. 

“I’m here for you, baby”, she reassured, “tell me and let me help or at least support you.” 

“It’s Yunho”, he choked out, “he’s really sick. A fever of 39.1°C and he’s barely awake when he is awake. He … he fainted earlier for a second and threw up. I don’t know what to do. Should we take him to the hospital?”

“Oh, the poor boy”, his eomma sighed, “I can understand your worry. I don’t think it’s necessary, yet. His eomma mentioned he always tends to run hot and always has high fevers that make him dizzy and nauseous, so I wouldn’t worry too much. You have seen him sick plenty of times, you know how he runs hot and gets disoriented.”

Okay, that was good. Hongjong was so glad at least one could keep their head clear and that his eomma was such an amazing woman. He didn’t know what to do without her. “What do we do then?”, he questioned, feeling much calmer already.

“Check his fever regularly, at least every half hour or if you think there is a drastic change. Call a manager to take him to the hospital if he hits 39.5°C. You gave him fever reducers and have some ice on him?”

Hongjong hummed in agreement.

“You did everything right, baby. Don’t worry too much. Your Yunho is strong, I’m sure he will be fine.”

The reassurance nearly brought him to tears again and he sniffed.

“Thank you, eomma.”

“Always, baby. Is somebody helping you?”, she then asked.

“Hwa”, he mumbled.

“Stick to each other”, she advised, “I know you both will worry either way but don’t hesitate to seek comfort with each other. Call if you need me again, even if you just want to talk. Tell Seonghwa-yah he can call too. Let me know how Yunho-yah is, okay?”

“Yes, eomma, thank you.”

“No need, baby, really. Take good care of him.”

“I will. Sleep well.”

Hongjoong hung up, took a deep breath and went back to their bedroom. Neither him or Seonghwa commented on each other’s red eyes.

⌛

They took Hongjoong’s eomma’s advice to heart. Neither of them wanted to rest while the other kept an eye on their sick dongsaeng alone. It was better in company, even if they mostly kept silent. Seongwha stayed sitting up on the bed with Hongjoong leaning against his legs again. 

Yunho slept mostly, waking up once or twice from a dream but not awake enough to be coherent and soothed back to sleep easily enough. Whenever the ice pack got too warm they switched it with a new one, sticking the old one back into the freezer for further use.

Every half-hour Yunho’s fever went down, slowly but steadily. 

⌛

When San stuck his head into the room in the early morning, he found Yunho still fast asleep, with Hongjoong nodding off against Seonghwa. The eldest’s eyes were dropping with sleep too but both of them looked up at the sound of the door.

“Morning”, San whispered quietly, mindful of his sleeping hyung. “How is he?”

Hongjoong stretched and reached for the thermometer, gently sticking it into Yunho’s slack mouth with an ease that seemed to come from experience.

“38.0°C”, he read out, smiling brightly despite his obvious exhaustion. “It’s a lot lower than before.”

“Good”, San said, waving Jongho, who had waited outside, into the room. “We'll take care of Yunho-hyung from now on. I called the manager and we all have the day off, no use in practically half the group missing. Go to sleep in Yunho’s and my room.”

Hongjoong had half a mind to protest but seeing the tiredness in Seonghwa’s eyes he acquiesced and nodded. Jongho pulled him to his feet, steadying him when he waved, vision swimming from lack of sleep. 

Then he and Seonghwa were practically pushed out of the room. 

“Come on”, Seonghwa said and grasped Hongjoong’s hand. “Let’s sleep.”

The last thing Hongjoong was aware of before falling asleep was Seonghwa falling into San’s bunk beside him.

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[inmydelusionalera]

How would ATEEZ react to you complimenting them?

This is my first post so please be nice :)

Genre: Fluffy

Warnings/triggers: N/A

Gender: Any

Hongjoong

Hongjoong would instantly start smiling and blushing, making him go shy. He likes to be modest and doesn't always know how to take compliments and would end up saying something like, 'Oh, thank you. It's nothing really.' Hongjoong is also very good at turning the attention onto someone else, so you'll be the one to be complimented. Either way, he might not tell you this, but he deeply appreciates the compliment and it will be something he replays in his head for a while.

Seonghwa

Seonghwa loves to be complimented. He smiles so wide and takes in all the compliments you have to give to him. Your compliments mean everything to him and he'll make sure you know that they do. However, he never lets the compliments get to his head and is always striving to better himself. He would thank you for your compliments and will probably compliment you back and he loves to make others, especially you, happy.

Yunho

Yunho first pauses for a moment, processing your words whilst his ears start going red. He then laughs and gives you a warm smile and turns his shyness into enthusiasm. He would jokingly turn your compliment into an action, for example, if you said he was a good dancer, he would start dancing in a light-hearted way just to prove your point. Yunho's positivity knows no bounds, and he'd be keen to share his happy energy with you.

Yeosang

Yeosang is another member who doesn't always know how to take a compliment. It would definitely take him a few moments to think of a response but when he does think of a response, it'll be something poetic like: 'Like petals in the wind, your words lift me higher.' Yeosang appreciates the beauty in words and he'd want to make sure that he can compliment you back in the sweetest way possible.

San

San would instantly turn this into a joke and put a hand on his heart, exclaiming: 'Oh, my heart.' Once he's finished being dramatic, he'd giggle then look at you lovingly. San has very expressive eyes which would show you his gratitude without him saying anything. Although he loves to be playfully dramatic, his eyes tell you that your words mean a lot to him.

Mingi

Mingi has a cool demeanor and would be so nonchalant about it. He would play off your compliment so cooly and calmly which may give you the idea that your compliment doesn't effect him. But really, underneath all the coolness, his heart is warm and beating fast. He's not always good with words, but his later actions will show you how much your words mean to him.

Wooyoung

Initally, Wooyoung would excitedly clap his hands together and be practically bouncing around in his seat. Wooyoung is the most expressive member and would probably hug you from excitement. But don't be fooled, his mischievous side will come out and he'll start teasing you for what you've said. Don't worry, this is Wooyoung's way of saying thank you.

Jongho

Jongho would be instantly caught off guard and wouldn't know how to respond or react. He wouldn't instantly accept the compliment and would reply with: 'I can do better'- he's always trying to improve to be the best version of himself. But once you reassure him that he's perfect, his eyes would convey gratitude and would fuel his ego and passion.

[shortyinblue]

People who are fans of other idol groups don't seem to understand what has to be done for groups that aren't from one of the big4. Saying that Atinys had to beg(??) Mawazine to get Ateez there is absolutely ridiculous, it's called request and demand, because how tf else are they supposed to know that their audience wants a specific artist/group to perform?? Festivals want to see that demand so they know who to call. If your group hasn't been there, despite how popular they are, it's because the fanbase hasn't done anything to get them there.

Atinys also want the boys at Rock In Rio and are working to get them there.

Ateez has made KQ what it is but they are still very small. So this is what has to be done when groups aren't just handed things on a silver platter by their company.

(And calling them "flopteez" after all of this just shows jealousy get over yourself)

[lorienteez]

my captain, my king 🪐

[jonggho]

Ateez as Adventure Time Characters!

Hyung line Maknae line

Because I have to put two of my favourite things together

Seonghwa: Marceline

Hongjoong: Princess Bubblegum

Yunho: Simon

Yeosang: Bmo

Hope you like it hehehe had to split into two parts maknae line already done:)