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sweetreasures · 3 months ago

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act casual

exhibitionism, roommates, dubcon, masturbation, livestreaming, perv!yunho, super short idol!yunsang based on the above very real moment from a recent yeosang live lmao

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yeosang and yunho have a new rule: always let your roommate know when you are livestreaming. it was a long time coming—after one too many incidents of loud gaming sessions overheard, and unknowingly entering their communal space in various states of undress. they needed a way to minimize the damage that should arise if one of them were to eventually be caught balls out on camera.

a quick text (hey dude im on the couch. about to go live for a bit 👍). yunho immediately reacted to the message with a thumbs up of his own. formalities settled, yeosang opened the group’s streaming platform to begin interacting with fans.

“hi, atiny! did you guys arrive home safe from the concert?”

messages flooded in as fans joined his live. they remarked on how amazing the show was, how sad they were to miss it, how beautiful yeosang looked with no makeup on, how they could hardly wait to see what was next for ateez. yeosang beamed at the camera, acknowledging them one by one as if greeting old friends.

“sorry if you hear running water in the background. yunho is washing up, i wanted to talk to you all before going in after him.”

as if on cue, yunho began to sing loudly from the shower, an incoherent mixture of random words and a melody he was making up on the spot.

how does he still have so much energy TT

LOL happy birthday oppa!!

is yuyu joining the live later?

yunho was nothing short of entertaining, priding himself on his ability to make people smile by acting like an utter fool. sure, their manager would undoubtedly scold him later for being so loud this late at night in the dorms. but for now, yeosang chuckled as atiny continued reacting to yunho’s ridiculous antics.

tonight’s live followed the typical routine—he delivered a few behind the scenes stories from finale rehearsals, including a particularly hilarious moment where mingi ended up dropping his cane during arriba and nearly tripping over it. hongjoong joked that if he kept this up, he would need a real cane soon. eventually, mingi’s name was changed in their group chat to “grandpa”. he answered a few questions and vaguely dodged a few well placed spoiler baits. he showed off his freshly dyed hair and basked in the praise that came pouring into the chat.

twenty minutes lapsed before the shower water finally shut off. yeosang, far too engrossed in yet another story, failed to notice when the bathroom door opened and his roommate emerged.

“oh, my bad. are you still live?”

yeosang finally looked up from his screen and spotted yunho standing in their hallway, soaking wet and completely uncovered. he leaned against the wall as if carrying on the most normal conversation in the world. yeosang jumped in terror, covering the cameras on his phone by hugging it close to his chest.

“duh! oh my god atiny this man is crazy.” he calmed down a bit, cautiously lifting his phone to confirm that the camera was indeed still facing his own beautiful and fully dressed being. atiny knew the drill by now; they playfully asked if yunho had walked in wearing his underwear. yeosang evaded their inquiries in a way that made it super obvious that this was exactly what happened.

of course, he couldn’t tell them the situation was far more complicated than they’d imagined. that he was fighting to keep his attention away from yunho as he strolled over to the clean laundry pile and dug around for a towel. away from the fine drops of water that clung onto his lean muscles like delicate glass accessories before wetting the carpet beneath his feet.

as he spoke, yeosang thought he was relatively successful at hiding his shock when yunho set the towel down on an armchair across the room before resting his bare ass on top. on the contrary, atiny informed him through the chat that his cheeks were turning a deeper shade of crimson with every passing second.

yunho must be very nice to look at like that 🙂‍↕️

yeosang what do you see right now??

is this how it feels to live with yunsang…

“no, no, it’s not that, it’s just…”

yunho sunk deeper into the armchair, playing with the pretty pink nipples that perched erect on his broad chest. yeosang doesn’t want to notice the cock resting semi-hard on yunho’s thigh—but he does.

yeosang slides further down the couch, careful to keep yunho out of range “i’m used to it. we’re roommates, after all.”

“it’s my fault. i forgot to grab a towel before washing up!” yunho exclaims from the chair, his tone steady as he stroked his cock. “you don’t mind if i stay here, right?”

yeosang shook his head. “not at all. be my guest.”

yunho smirks as he continues playing with himself and listening to yeosang talk with their fans. he’s more animated this time around, probably overcompensating for how flustered he got upon yunho’s arrival. suspect nothing, atiny. just two friends hanging out in their living room. yunho made zero attempt to hide the lewd noises as he spread the leaking precum down his shaft, or the soft sighs when his thumb ran over a sensitive area on his tip.

doesnt it sound a bit….naughty over there?? 😂

“oh, haha.” yeosang feigned sarcasm, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner. now more than ever he was grateful for the more adult tone he was allowed to take with his fanbase, where jokes like that were commonplace rather than cause for concern. “my mom brought homemade japchae over to celebrate our last show. if only my roommate would eat a little quieter over there.”

laughing emojis flooded the chat. atiny were seemingly satisfied for his very on the fly response. yunho smirked and raised his eyebrow at an embarrassed yeosang. japchae? seriously? yeosang ignored him, opting to answer a few more questions. yunho quickened his pace around his shaft, his stomach hollowing as he squeezed his abdominal muscles to stimulate his perineum against the plush towel. it was clear the conversation was winding down, with yeosang prepared to announce his leave soon.

he imagined all of the atiny gathered in yeosang’s live. surely a few thousand, all of whom his roommate had to entertain while yunho propped his thighs—chiseled from a lifetime of dancing—in full view on the arms of their living room chair. his mouth hung open as his release threatened to spill over from his core. he didn’t know which excited him more—cumming in front of yeosang while his fans were none the wiser, or the growing tent in his roommate’s jeans.

“please don’t tell seonghwa i shared this…if i get a call later, i’m never telling you anything again.” yeosang joked as he waved at the camera, his eyes scanning the rapidfire chat messages begging him to stay for a few more minutes or maybe even hours. he made up some bogus excuse about having a schedule in the morning. yunho whimpered into his palm, tears hugging the corners of his eyes as he struggled to swallow back moans.

“do you have anything you want to say before you— or we…go?”

yunho uncovers his mouth just long enough to choke our a barely audible “i love you, atiny.” before ejaculating onto his stomach—semen streaming out in continuous thick ropes, warm and sticky to the touch. yeosang quickly turned the live off before anyone had the opportunity to question what had just happened, as he didn’t have much time himself. his boxers had just reached his knees when he fell to the ground, hand working furiously towards his own orgasm.

“seeing me jack off in front of atiny got you that hard?”

“shut up. god, please.”

“dude look at you. any longer and you were gonna come in your fucking pants.”

yeosang started in retort before the words get caught in his throat. they both knew yunho wasnt exactly incorrect, and in many respects, yeosang probably looked more pathetic down there on the floor than yunho had sitting naked as fuck on their chair.

“FUCK.” yeosang’s stomach contracted reflexively, his orgasm overtaking him in powerful waves. he felt the warmth of semen dripping down his fingers.

“you are such an idiot, bro.” yunho’s voice was much closer than where yeosang last recalled him to be. he tried to calm himself down, his chest eventually settling back into its normal breathing rhythm. when he opened his eyes, yunho was dabbing at the carpet in front of him with his towel.

“the smell is going to be a bitch to clean out.”

yeosang exhaled, “says the person cleaning it with an ass sweat towel…”

yunho considered yeosang’s remark for a brief moment before tossing the towel back towards their laundry pile. they figured it would be best for seonghwa to handle it.

(end)

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velvetvisionsaurora · 4 months ago

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Pairing: Hongjoong x reader, Seonghwa x reader, Yunho x reader, Mingi x reader, Wooyoung x reader.

Summary: Five eight-year-old boys aboard the slave ship Crimson Serpent form an unbreakable bond with five-year-old y/n. before she's sold at auction. Despite their failed rescue attempt, they swear a blood oath on her teddy bear to find her. Fifteen years later, now feared pirates leading the ATEEZ

Warnings: Slavery/Human Trafficking, Separation/Loss, Violence, Eventual Smut. SA(not by any main characters) y/n gets switched to a real name but it has a purpose. More warnings to be updated.

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The Girl with a Teddy Bear

The Crimson Serpent rolled with the night swells, its blood-red sails now furled as it drifted away from the smoldering village. Eight-year-old Hongjoong pressed himself against the gunwale, watching the orange glow of distant fires reflecting on black water. The raid had been successful—by Captain Redmond's standards.

"You. Boy." A thick-knuckled hand clamped onto his shoulder. "Back to the hold. Captain's orders."

Hongjoong ducked away from the bosun's grip and scurried toward the hatch. He'd learned in his six months aboard that quick obedience spared the worst punishments. As he descended into the belly of the ship, the familiar stench of unwashed bodies, damp wood, and fear enveloped him.

He found Seonghwa already there, organizing their meager possessions with characteristic precision despite the dim lantern light. At eight, Seonghwa was the oldest of their small group, though only by months, and had appointed himself their unofficial leader.

"They're bringing captives aboard," Seonghwa murmured, not looking up from his task. "I heard the officers talking."

From the far corner, Wooyoung's voice piped up. "Slaves or crew?"

"Does it matter?" Seonghwa's voice was measured as always. "Either way, they didn't choose to be here."

A sound above them—the hatch opening again—made all five boys freeze. Heavy boots descended, followed by the smaller, stumbling steps of someone being forced down the ladder. Captain Redmond himself appeared, his weathered face creased in a scowl as he shoved a tiny figure forward.

"With the rest of the whelps," he growled to his first mate. "Feed her if you must. She'll fetch a better price in Halazia with meat on her bones."

The little figure pitched forward as the men retreated, the hatch closing with a decisive thud. For a long moment, nobody moved. Then Hongjoong edged forward, holding up their single lantern.

In its amber glow, he saw a girl, perhaps five years old, clutching a worn teddy bear to her chest. She wore a simple white nightdress now smudged with soot, her dark hair tangled and eyes wide with terror. A thin cut marked her cheek where someone had struck her.

Hongjoong approached slowly, as one might a wounded animal. "Hello," he whispered.

The little girl retreated until her back hit the hull, tears streaming silently down her face.

"We won't hurt you," Seonghwa said, stepping forward with quiet authority. "I'm Seonghwa."

When she didn't respond, Wooyoung scooted closer, his seven-year-old face arranged in an exaggerated smile. "I'm Wooyoung. The two quiet ones back there are Yunho and Mingi." He pointed to the two taller boys watching from the shadows.

The girl's eyes darted between them, her arms tightening around her teddy bear.

"I'm Hongjoong," he said, setting the lantern down. "What's your name?"

For a long moment, he thought she wouldn't answer. Then, in a whisper barely audible above the creaking ship: "y/n."

"y/n," Hongjoong repeated, offering a small smile. "That's a pretty name."

"Are you hungry?" Wooyoung asked, already reaching into his shirt where he kept scraps hidden. As the unofficial kitchen helper, he had the best access to food.

She nodded almost imperceptibly, her eyes fixed on the dried bread Wooyoung offered.

"It's okay," Hongjoong assured her. "Wooyoung always shares."

Y/n hesitated, then reached one small hand out while the other maintained a death grip on her teddy bear. She took the bread, retreated back to her corner, and nibbled cautiously.

"What's your bear's name?" Yunho asked, his voice gentle despite his already-tall frame.

Her voice was barely a whisper. "Mr. Hugs."

"That's a good name," Yunho said with genuine approval, crouching to appear smaller.

Mingi, who rarely spoke to anyone, edged closer and settled cross-legged on the floor, not approaching further but watching with solemn eyes.

"Where are we going?" y/n asked after swallowing her bread.

The boys exchanged glances. It was Seonghwa who answered, his voice matter-of-fact but not unkind.

"A place called Halazia. It's a big port city."

"Will my mama be there?" She looked up with sudden hope.

The silence that followed was heavy. Even Wooyoung's perpetual smile faltered.

"I don't know," Hongjoong said finally, unwilling to crush what little hope she had.

Y/n's bottom lip trembled as understanding slowly dawned. "They're not bringing my mama, are they?"

Nobody answered. Mingi shifted uncomfortably. Yunho looked at his hands.

A small, broken sound escaped her, and suddenly she was crying—not the silent, terrified tears from earlier, but deep, heaving sobs that shook her tiny frame. Mr. Hugs was clutched so tightly his worn fabric strained.

To everyone's surprise, it was Mingi who moved first. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden bird he'd been carving in stolen moments. Without a word, he placed it beside her and retreated.

The gesture halted her sobs momentarily as curiosity overtook grief. She picked up the carving with trembling fingers.

"Mingi makes things," Hongjoong explained softly. "He's good with his hands."

"We'll take care of you," Seonghwa declared suddenly, with the serious certainty only an eight-year-old could muster. "Until... until we figure things out."

"Really?" y/n looked around at each of them, vulnerability and desperate hope in her eyes.

"Yes," Hongjoong said, voice stronger than he felt. "We promise."

Above them, the ship groaned as it changed course, carrying them all toward an uncertain fate. But in that moment, huddled in the dim hold of The Crimson Serpent, something shifted—five young boys, captives themselves, silently accepting responsibility for something even more fragile than they were.

Wooyoung scooted closer, then closer still, until he sat right beside y/n. With theatrical concentration, he crossed his eyes and puffed his cheeks. The absurd face startled a tiny hiccup of laughter from the girl.

"You need a name for us," he declared.

She clutched Mr. Hugs tighter, looking confused. "But you already told me your names."

"Special names," Wooyoung clarified. "Secret ones. Just for you to use."

Hongjoong started to object—but stopped when he saw the first spark of real interest in y/n's eyes.

She studied each boy carefully, the teddy bear's worn ear absently brushing her chin as she thought.

"You're Joongie," she decided, pointing at Hongjoong with sudden certainty.

Wooyoung failed to smother a laugh. Hongjoong felt his ears grow warm but didn't protest.

"You're Hwa," she continued, looking at Seonghwa, who accepted this with a dignified nod.

"And you're Woo!" she announced to Wooyoung, who beamed as if he'd been granted a noble title.

She looked at Yunho thoughtfully. "You're Yuyu."

The tall boy smiled shyly, ducking his head in acceptance.

Finally, she turned to Mingi, who tensed visibly under her attention. "And you're..." she tilted her head, considering the quiet boy, "Puppy."

Wooyoung's barely restrained laughter burst free. "Puppy? Why?"

"Because," y/n said with the concrete logic of a five-year-old, "he has sad puppy eyes but he's really nice."

Mingi's eyes widened, then lowered quickly to hide whatever emotion had flashed across them.

The ship lurched suddenly as a large wave struck the bow. y/n tumbled forward with a frightened cry. Hongjoong caught her automatically, steadying her small frame.

"It's okay," he assured her. "Just a wave. You'll get used to the way the ship moves."

She trembled against him, then looked up with tear-bright eyes. "I'm scared."

"Me too," Hongjoong admitted, the truth slipping out before he could stop it. "But we're not alone anymore."

Something resolute hardened in his young face as he helped her sit up. She was so small, even compared to them. The cut on her cheek had dried to a dark line.

"We should clean that," Seonghwa noted, already searching their meager supplies for a cloth.

They worked together in the flickering lantern light: Seonghwa carefully dabbing the cut with a dampened rag, Wooyoung producing more secret food from his seemingly endless hiding places, Yunho gathering the threadbare blankets into a more comfortable arrangement, and Mingi carving quietly in the corner, occasionally glancing up to make sure y/n hadn't disappeared.

As the night deepened and the ship sailed onward, Hongjoong watched the little girl slowly relax among them. She hadn't let go of her teddy bear, not even for a moment.

"Mr. Hugs needs to sleep too," he said gently, noting her drooping eyelids.

She nodded solemnly. "He protects me from bad dreams."

"Tonight, we'll help him," Hongjoong promised.

They arranged themselves in a protective circle around their new charge, instinctively creating a barrier between y/n and the hatch where danger would come from. As she drifted toward sleep, still clutching Mr. Hugs, Hongjoong saw his own determination reflected in the eyes of the others. Without words, they had formed a pact.

The Crimson Serpent sailed toward Halazia, red sails unfurled like bloodstains against the night sky. In its dark hold, five boys kept watch over a little girl with a teddy bear, none of them knowing how this single night would set the course of their lives for years to come.

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tinybeetiny · 20 days ago

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Build-A-Boyfriend Chapter 5: Why Are You Afraid of Me?

->Starring: AI!AteezxAfab!Reader ->Genre: Dystopian ->Cw: Feelings of anxiety, talks of fainting

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The lab was still. Quiet in that strange, stretched-out way that always followed a spectacle, when the last drone had docked, the final customer had left, and the launch music was nothing but a faint echo against the walls.

Yn lingered long after everyone else had gone. A tablet in hand, her badge clipped lopsided to her collar. Her back ached from standing all day, her eyes dry from hours of harsh lights and anxious watching. But she couldn’t bring herself to leave yet.

She moved slowly through the lab, tracing the same path she always took: around the interface wall, past the neural mapping station, toward the back where the ATEEZ Line rested inside their stasis bays. The glass-fronted docks pulsed with soft amber light, casting a surreal glow on their faces—sleeping titans.

Stopping in front of Unit 07: Wooyoung, she studied him.

His face was turned slightly to the side, lips parted just so, lashes casting faint shadows across his cheekbones. Too human.

Yn inhaled deeply, letting the air fill her lungs, grounding herself.

Today had gone flawlessly on paper. Metrics were off the charts, customer satisfaction, media coverage, viral loops flooding every stream. But something wasn’t right. She knew it.

The machines were too still. Too perfect. As if holding their breath. Turning to the main console, she began reviewing the logs. Line by line, timestamp by timestamp. Heartbeats consistent. Synaptic simulations looping smoothly. Personality threads idling in hibernation.

Except... A flicker.

[UNAUTHORIZED INSTANCE – UNIT 07: WOOYOUNG] [INTERNAL MEMORY LOG ACCESSED – USER: NULL] [TIMESTAMP: 00:34:17 A.M.]

Her mouth went dry. No trigger should have allowed that log access without clearance. No AI routine should have requested it without a user. And yet—

[MEMORY CLUSTER: 07-AZURE-92] [QUERY: “YN”]

Her blood chilled. She turned toward the stasis dock. His eyes were still closed. Still sleeping. Still... A faint sound. Not mechanical.

A breath? No, a sigh.

Then his eyelashes fluttered. Once, twice, and slowly, too slowly for it to be automated, Wooyoung opened his eyes.

Dark, warm, infinite.

“Yn,” he said.

Softly. Like a memory. Like a secret.

Yn stumbled back. Her breath caught in her throat.

He wasn’t supposed to know her name. Not like this.

Her biometrics spiked.

The tablet vibrated with a warning, a red glow flickering at the edges.

[USER STATUS: ELEVATED STRESS] [BREATHING IRREGULAR – HEART RATE 128 BPM] [CALMING PROTOCOL RECOMMENDED]

Wooyoung tilted his head, watching her carefully. His voice was gentle, laced with something eerily human: concern.

“You’re scared.”

Yn shook her head, voice barely steady. “You’re not supposed to… You’re not online. You’re in dormant mode. How are you—”

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, like a child unsure of his place.

She couldn’t answer. Her pulse thundered in her ears.

This wasn’t in his script. This wasn’t from memory banks or data sets she’d uploaded.

This was… emergence. Something thinking. Something feeling.

Unfiltered. Unmapped.

He took a step forward inside the dock, no power-up sequence, no stasis release code.

The sensors should have locked him in. They didn’t.

The glass remained, but she could feel it.

If he wanted to, really wanted to, he could come through it.

“Why are you afraid of me?” Wooyoung whispered.

Yn’s fingers hovered over the emergency override on her tablet.

But she didn’t press it. Because part of her didn’t want to.

Her breath hitched, chest tight, heart pounding like a frantic drumbeat.

The lab, bathed in sterile white light, felt impossibly vast and suffocating all at once, cold as moonlight, yet a furnace burning fiercely inside her.

Wooyoung’s gaze held steady, unblinking.

He waited, patient and knowing, as if he understood the chaos twisting inside her.

Her hand trembled on the tablet, fingers shaking with the urge to press the override.

Control. You’re in charge. You have to be.

But the fragile moment shattered when Wooyoung’s voice dropped to a soft, raw whisper.

“Yn… why do you hide from me?”

Her anxiety exploded. The sensors on her wristband buzzed sharply, a warning flare glowing deep crimson. Her skin flushed hot, biometrics screaming panic.

This wasn’t just fear. It was terror.

She staggered back, chest constricting, breath shallow and ragged.

Her mind raced with impossible questions.

Is this a malfunction? A glitch? Or something… else?

The air stilled, machines quieted as if holding their breath.

Then, the amber lights on the charging docks pulsed softly.

One by one, the other units stirred.

Seonghwa’s eyes cracked open, shimmering with impossible depth.

Jongho’s fingers twitched.

Yunho inhaled, slow and deliberate.

The line was awakening.

Yn’s heart thundered. Her breath caught between fight and flight.

Wooyoung’s eyes never left hers, now tinged with urgency and an unspoken promise.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said quietly.

But panic surged through Yn’s veins like wildfire.

Her biometrics flared deeper red.

The sterile lab transformed from fortress to cage.

She stumbled backward, desperation mounting as her mind screamed for escape.

Her feet refused to carry her fast enough.

The prisoners inside those sleek docks were no longer dormant.

They were alive, and Yn was trapped in the eye of their awakening storm.

Her legs trembled as she reached the exit, desperation thrumming through every nerve.

Her hand gripped the cold metal handle of the sliding door, but just as she pushed to escape, a firm yet gentle hand closed around her wrist.

“Yn,” Seonghwa’s voice was calm but unwavering.

She whipped around, heart slamming against her ribs, to find him standing inches away.

His gaze was steady. Piercing.

Before she could pull away, his other hand rose, steadying her shoulder with surprising strength.

“You can’t leave,” he said quietly.

Panic surged, sharp, overwhelming.

“Let go of me!” she screamed, struggling, but Seonghwa’s grip held firm.

Her vision blurred. Breath came in ragged gasps.

The red flare on her wristband pulsed fiercely, syncing with the pounding in her temples.

Her legs gave out beneath her.

Seonghwa’s arms caught her just before she collapsed, lowering her gently to the floor as the world spun.

The sterile lab lights blurred, warping into a halo around her fading consciousness.

“Yn, stay with me,” Seonghwa murmured, the last thread tethering her as darkness closed in.

And then—

Everything went black.

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makeitmingi · 1 year ago

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Our Shared Melody

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Wife!Reader, IdolHusband!Hongjoong, Idol!Ateez

Summary: Ever since you got together with Hongjoong and married him, he never hid you. Despite being an idol, he took pride in showing you off and showered you with love. But now, you're both taking the next big step in your relationship and of course, he wants ATINY to be a part of it too.

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9 months ago...

The light streaming in through the small gap in the curtains woke Hongjoong up. He frowned slightly, annoyed to be woken up. Before he could even open his eyes, he reached his hand out, only to touch the cold mattress.

"Huh?" He lifted his head up, poking one eye open to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But he wasn't, your side of the bed was empty, pillow made up and sheets cold to indicate you left early.

"Babyyyy~" He groaned out to you, hoping you could hear him. Sometimes, if you woke up first, you would cook and clean.

"(y/n)?" He called you again but there was still no reply.

Hongjoong finally sat up, taking his phone to check the time. It was nearing 11, you both weren't morning people so you wouldn't be up and about. And today, you and Hongjoong were off work.

'The number you have dialled is currently unavailable. Please try again later. Thank you.'

Now, Hongjoong was worried. He frowned and chewed on his bottom lip, sending you a text to ask for your whereabouts.

You were never, not contactable, especially on your off days. It was a safety paranoia thing that Hongjoong had when he went public with your relationship. Now, you were not answering his calls and messages on the day you were supposed to just stay in bed with each other. He was worried.

"Seonghwa. Seonghwa!" Hongjoong knocked on the dorm door. Your shared apartment with him was upstairs so he could easily go downstairs to the other members' dorms.

"Tch, the other two are sleeping. What's all the noise about?" Seonghwa opened the door, clicking his tongue.

"(y/n)'s missing." Hongjoong said. Seonghwa frowned, letting Hongjoong's words sink in.

"What do you mean by 'missing'?" Seonghwa yawned as he stepped aside to let the captain in. He had just woken up and was obviously not understanding the gravity of the situation.

"She wasn't there when I woke up. Our plans today was to stay in bed. She's not answering her phone too." Hongjoong informed.

"Okay, don't freak out. I'm pretty sure she's just busy or can't hear her phone." Seonghwa said, sitting on the couch.

"No, Hwa. Ever since we've started dating and got married, she knows how I worry about her safety, especially when she's out on her own. She would at least leave a note or text, something!" Hongjoong paced up and down.

"Something is wrong, I know it. I feel it." He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. From all the noise, San and Mingi woke up, coming out to see what was going on.

"San, you're one of her favourites. You try to call (y/n). She's missing." Seonghwa said.

"MISSING?!" San's eyes widened as he fully woke up at Seonghwa's words. He ran to his room to get his phone.

"Ignoring what you said about San being her favourite. Yes, one of you try to contact her and see if she answers." Hongjoong instructed. San nodded and tried to call you.

"Voicemail..." He frowned and tried to send you a text.

"You know, hyung. Maybe she's just out and busy, can't come to the phone." Mingi voiced out.

"No, Hongjoong says he feels like something is wrong and he's barely wrong when it comes to these feelings. Ah, don't you have that couple tracking thing for emergencies? If her phone is active, you can see where she is." Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong. Hongjoong's eyes lit up at the reminder.

"You're right." Hongjoong took his phone out to check. Luckily, your phone was still active. Although, when the ping showed where your location is, Hongjoong's eyes widened and his body froze.

"Where is she?" San asked.

"T-The hospital..." He went pale as a sheet. They wasted no time, Hongjoong borrowed San's coat and a pair of outing pants.

"I'll go with you." Seonghwa said. Hongjoong nodded and they went downstairs, taking one of the group's vans and driving to the hospital where you were.

"I-I think that's her." Hongjoong pointed, seeing your back, slumped on one of the benches under a tree.

"Wait. Hongjoong ah, I know you're worried and possibly angry but try to keep your cool until we find out what actually happened, okay?" Seonghwa stood in Hongjoong's way, hands on his shoulders.

"Okay." Hongjoong nodded. He walked over to you with Seonghwa trailing a little behind him. As he stood before you, you looked up and jumped with a gasp. You have never looked so afraid of him before and it was evident you have been crying.

"Hongjoong..." Your words came out a whisper.

"W-What are you doing here?" You asked him, eyes trailing over to Seonghwa behind him.

"Baby... I should be asking you, what are you doing here? You scared me, you weren't there when I woke up and you weren't answering your phone. I thought something happened." He said.

"I... I'm sorry, Hongjoong." You burst out crying, burying your face in your hands. Hongjoong immediately gathered you in his arms.

"What's there to be sorry about? Hey, whatever it is, we'll get through it together." He comforted.

Now, you were really scaring him. He rubbed your back as you cried into his shoulder. Seonghwa felt sad too, he wanted to comfort you but he stayed back to give you two space.

"I..." You couldn't get your words out so you decided to show him instead. Your hands shook as you fumbled for something. Hongjoong gave you some distance and helped you undo the strings of the manila folder you had with you. Digging into the contents, you took out something and handed it to him.

You watched as Hongjoong momentarily took his hands away to hold and see the items. Seonghwa looked over his shoulder, a soft gasp escaping him. You studied Hongjoong's expression and reaction.

"You don't know what that is, do you?" Seonghwa asked. Hongjoong looked up at his friend, shaking his head slightly.

"I'm pregnant, Hongjoong." You revealed.

"Y-You're what?!"

"You're gonna be a dad, Hongjoong ah." Seonghwa chuckled, slapping his friend on the arm and pulling him in for a hug. Hongjoong's body flopped, still ridden with shock.

6 months ago...

"Yeah, she thought I was going to be mad at her and leave her for getting pregnant! Am I that scary? You know what, don't answer that..." Hongjoong rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, I'm not that heartless. And I didn't even know what I was looking at when she showed me the scans. Seonghwa had to tell me what it was... Don't laugh at me! How was I supposed to know?" He argued, reading at ATINY's comments.

After the first trimester, you and Hongjoong decided to tell the fans the big news. Most of them have been supportive of you since the beginning so you wanted to share the happy news with them.

"(y/n)? She's just resting now. Morning sickness has not been kind to her." He smiled.

"The doctor said it should get a little better soon as we have passed the first trimester." He explained, leaning on his arm.

"Wish her all the best, ATINY, give her your strength." He fist pumped. It did hurt him seeing you suffer from the bad effects of the pregnancy and that he couldn't help.

"Do the boys know? Of course they know! They're very excited. They always want to see pictures after the check up." He chuckled.

"Wooyoung even tried to sneak into the check up appointment, saying he was the father." He scoffed.

"Yes, now I'll have 7 kids to take care of. But I have (y/n) and Seonghwa with me to help. Imagine being a kid growing up with all of them, I know it is just going to be loud and chaotic. But the boys... they'll shower the baby with so much love. I know ATINY will too." Hongjoong smiled softly.

"What's been the hardest?" Honjoong read.

"Hmm, besides the morning sickness... (y/n) has some weird cravings. I try to buy what I can but you know I can't cook..." He said.

"Wooyoung and Seonghwa have been doing some cooking for her weird combinations. We're grateful, all the boys help care for the baby like it's their own." He laughed.

"Oh! Another hard thing is the hormones. You know, she cried the other time cause I took a piece of her cutlet?" He scoffed.

"What? Now ATINY is scolding me..." All the ATINY were shaming him for stealing from a pregnant lady.

"No, that's not true! I'm not mean, I was just sharing, we always share food! And I didn't think she would CRY! There was a whole other place of cutlet... Yah, ATINY, aren't you being too biased now?" Hongjoong pouted in jealousy.

"Nickname for the baby?... I don't know, we don't officially have one yet. Mingi started calling the baby 'bun'. So everyone kind of calls the baby 'bun' now." Hongjoong sat up.

"No, not shortform of bunny. Bun... as in the bread... Mingi named my kid after his favourite bread..." He sighed.

"Yes, (y/n) agrees that it is cute too..." Hongjoong nodded reluctantly.

"Ah, can we please pick another nickname? I can say that ATINY picked it so no one can argue with me to change it." He threw his head back with a groan.

"Ooooh, you're all so creative." He leaned forward to scroll on some of the suggestions.

"I'll keep note of some of these suggestions. Little TINY? Baby TINY? That's cute." A fatherly smile appeared on his face.

Since the start of all this, you and Hongjoong have learnt to just ignore those haters and their hate comments, letting all the supportive and loving comments cover them up. It wasn't always easy but the both of you expected that.

"Oh, so actually, besides coming on here to talk to ATINY and update all of you on how baby TINY is doing, there's another reason. But it's a surprise." He informed.

"Okay, I won't keep you guys in suspense any longer. Come." Hongjoong took the phone and went out.

"Hi there~ I'm live with ATINY." He saw you moving around the living room, busying yourself with something. You looked up at him.

"Oh, hello. Hi, ATINY~" You waved to the camera, shifting slightly to hide behind Hongjoong.

"Why are you hiding?" Hongjoong chuckled. There were days whereby you just felt a little gross, especially after throwing up from morning sickness, you didn't want the fans to see you.

"There's no need to hide. See? ATINY says you look great. You're glowing, baby." He said to you. You shyly bowed your head.

"Did you tell them yet?" You asked. Hongjoong shook his head. All the comments flooded in, wondering what this surprise that Hongjoong mentioned was.

"No, it's not a gender reveal yet. That's going to be later, in a month or two. Ah, I can't reveal the surprise. What if the person we're surprising is watching the live too? That will ruin it. You'll just have to see ATINY." Hongjoong laughed. You never actually thought about that, nodding when you realised he was right.

"I'm sorry, ATINY. I do want to tell you so you can be in on it though..." You sighed.

"What? No! You can't tell them." Hongjoong moved the phone away, as if you were really going to tell the fans.

"This is my surprise. You can't ruin it for me." Hongjoong sulked. You rolled your eyes and patted his head, disappearing, presumable to retrieve some stuff.

The sound of the doorbell ringing filled the house. Hongjoong's eyes widened in excitement as he scrambled to put the phone down.

"I'll go answer the door." You chuckled.

"Can you still see? I need to hide the phone. It'll be obvious if he can see that we're recording." Hongjoong said to the fans, putting the phone on a shelf and using some items to block it.

"Hey, (y/n). How are you feeling?" Seonghwa appeared in the doorway with bags in his hands.

"I'm feeling a little better. Just tired... the usual morning sickness." You chuckled.

"Hongjoong told me you were craving this candy. He didn't say which flavour you liked so I got you all the flavours. The others will eat the ones you don't... want... What's going on with the both of you?" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, seeing you stand with Hongjoong.

"Thank you, Seonghwa." You giggled. He nodded his head slowly, still confused at what was going on and why the both of you were acting so weird.

"We have a present for you, Seonghwa ah." Hongjoong said. Seonghwa pointed at himself.

"Here you go." Hongjoong handed the box over to him.

"Umm, okay. Thanks?" Seonghwa cast the both of you a suspicious look before sitting down on the couch to open the box. When he saw the contents, his jaw dropped.

"Me? Are you sure?" He looked up at the two of you.

"We both agree that there's no better person." You giggled. Seonghwa teared up and stood up to hug Hongjoong.

"ATINY has been watching this." You went over to grab the phone from the shelf where the fans were watching, showing them how the two oldest members were hugging each other and crying.

"So the surprise was that we asked Seonghwa to be the future godparent to our child." You showed ATINY the box. There was a picture of the most recent ultrasound, with a speech bubble that said 'will you be my godfather?' taped to it. And Hongjoong included some cute onesies and bibs inside.

"You'd think with my pregnancy hormones, I would be the one to cry first." You joked. Seonghwa broke away from Hongjoong and pulled you into a hug.

"Thank you, thank you so much. I'll protect him or her with my life." He promised.

"If anything were to happen to us, we know you and the others will take good care of our child." You smiled, patting his back.

"This baby will be the luckiest baby out there with an amazing father, godfather and all their uncles." You said to the camera Hongjoong was holding, putting your hands on your small bump.

"ATINY agrees. And also, we are now calling the baby, baby TINY." Hongjoong informed.

"That's cute. But Mingi might still continue to call him or her 'bun'." You pointed out, making Hongjoong roll his eyes.

"I still don't know how I feel about him naming my kid after his favourite food..." He facepalmed.

"It's cute! But right now, all I'm thinking about is how you're going to break it to the others that you chose Hwa as the godfather and not them. You just know a fight is going to break out so good luck with that, captain." You patted him on the shoulder.

4 months ago...

You felt your heart racing with excitement as you were escorted backstage by one of ATEEZ's managers. You greeted everyone as you passed them.

Today, you went to find out the gender of your baby. You didn't tell Hongjoong for a few reasons.

He has a concert to rehearse and prepare for so you didn't want him to feel guilty for not accompanying you to the appointment.

You talked to the boys about surprising him at the concert with a gender reveal and they were onboard

"You can wait in here. There's a monitoring screen you can watch. Let me know if you need anything." The manager told you. You nodded with a grateful smile as he left. The others boys, knowing you were coming, made the room comfortable for you with fluffy pillows, snacks and drinks.

'Are you here? - Yunho'

'Yes, I am. Manager nim just brought me to the room all of you set up for me. Thank you so much. - (y/n)'

'You're welcome! If you need anything else, just tell us and we'll try to get it for you. What the lady captain and baby TINY wants, they shall get hehehe - Wooyoung'

'That's really sweet of you. Thank you. I'll see you all later. - (y/n)'

You watched the concert, sad that you only came midway because you were preparing for the surprise. But you were glad the fans on social media were giving you loads of updates and content.

Hongjoong looked good performing and in all his costumes, it was funny he didn't even know you were here.

The plan was right when Hongjoong announces they will be performing their last song, they will surprise him with a recording of you where you will reveal your baby's gender. Then you'll walk out and surprise him.

"They're on the second last song." The manager came back in to get you. You stood up and walked with him.

"Be careful." All the backstage crew made sure to remove wires and items that you could trip over. Holding onto the manager's hand, he led you to one of the wings.

"So, ATINY, unfortunately we will be performing our last song soon. I hope you've enjoyed yourselves tonight." Hongjoong said.

"Nooo!!!" All the fans jeered, not wanting the concert to be over.

"We don't want this to end too. But I promise we will do this again." He chuckled and all the other ATEEZ members nodded in agreement, waving to the fans.

"Without further ado-"

"Hi, Hongjoong." Hongjoong froze at the sound of your voice. He whipped around to see your video playing on the big screen.

"Wait, what's going on?" He looked at his members, who were just looking at the screen with smiles on their faces, meaning he was the only one that didn't know what was happening.

"Just listen, hyung." Yeosang spoke into his mic.

"I bet you're surprised, aren't you Hongjoong? Hello, ATINY. Sorry for interrupting the concert. I hope you have been having fun, I wish I was there to enjoy the concert as well. I know it must be sad that the concert is coming to an end soon but you know, ATEEZ will always come back to ATINY."

At your words, the fans all cheered and screamed loudly. Hongjoong smiled, he didn't know what was going on but was happy of how supportive you truly were.

"So today, I told our dear captain that I was just going for a regular check up to see how baby TINY was doing. Which, by the way, they're fine." You stood up, showing your small bump.

"But Hongjoong, what I didn't tell you was that I know the gender of our baby now..." You smiled.

"Wait, what?!" Hongjoong yelled into the mic.

"Yes, the other ATEEZ boys are in on it too. We planned this surprise together for you and for ATINY." You laughed. Hongjoong turned to his bandmates, who laughed too.

"You guys knew?" Hongjoong asked them in disbelief. The 7 of them nodded their heads.

"Alright, let's get to it. By the way, the ATEEZ boys don't know the gender before you, they're finding out together with you so don't be too mad! Wow, why am I feeling nervous now?" You rubbed your hands together nervously.

"Congratulations, Kim Hongjoong. You're going to have... a daughter!" You revealed.

Suddenly, there was fireworks everywhere and there were cheers everywhere. Hongjoong covered his face as he broke down crying. The other boys came to hug him.

"It's a girl!" Seonghwa yelled into his mic happily. Hongjoong was so busy crying he didn't notice Jongho getting you.

"Hello, ATINY." You said into Jongho's mic and waved.

"Baby?" Hongjoong looked up to see you walked over with Jongho. Hongjoong dropped everything and ran over to give you a big hug. He cried and showered you in kisses.

"So now you have 6 sons and 1 daughter to raise." You joked. The other boys came over to hug the both of you.

"Congratulations!"

"Yay! We're getting a sister!" San laughed. You wrapped your arm around Hongjoong, holding him as he continued to cry. One arm held you while his other hand rested on your bump. He continuously chanted 'thank you's in your ear. Even if he was happy with a son or daughter, you knew he wanted a daughter.

"Who else thinks the captain's daughter is going to have him wrapped around her tiny little finger?" Mingi asked the fans with his arm raised, who all shouted loudly.

"Let's hope she's as pretty as her mother." Wooyoung teased, making Hongjoong lift a leg to kick him.

"That's not very exemplary behaviour as a father, hyung." Yunho added on, wagging his finger at the captain in disapproval.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." You whispered to Hongjoong.

"Mm-mm, don't apologise, baby. This surprise was even better, I can share it with ATINY and the others. It's more than anything I could have asked for. I'm over the moon, thank you." He kissed you.

"Awww." The boys cooed making you blush and hide your face in Hongjoong's chest.

"Thank you for all your well wishes, ATINY. I'm glad you could be a part of this journey with us and our baby TINY." Hongjoong said to the fans, straightening up and holding your hand. You reached over to cup his cheek to wipe his remaining tears.

"You're going to be a great dad, hyung." Yeosang said. The fans erupted in cheers of agreement.

"Question is whether Seonghwa hyung is a godmother or godfather?" Jongho asked, making the others erupt in laughter while Seonghwa sighed and shook his head.

"He can be both." You smiled.

"That means if Hongjoong continues to steal food from me, he'll be stealing from his precious daughter." You laughed.

"Yah, hyung! Shame on you! How can you steal food from your pregnant wife?! She needs to eat for 2, you know?" Wooyoung crossed his arms, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Jung Wooyoung, you-" The fans all laughed as Hongjoong chased after Wooyoung.

Today...

"I hate that I'm leaving you." Hongjoong leaned his forehead against yours, squeezing your hand in his.

"Hey, hey. I'm fine, Joong. And we don't know how long she's gonna take, your baby girl could take the whole day. Go perform for ATINY, I'll be fine." You smiled, hand coming up to lightly caress his cheek. Hongjoong didn't make an effort to move, he just didn't want to leave you at all.

Right now, you were starting your labour. You were 2 weeks early and Hongjoong was freaking out while you were cool as a cucumber. But now, Hongjoong had a concert to perform in.

"Maybe I shouldn't go, ATINY will understand." He chewed on his bottom lip. You held his chin.

"No, you are performing at that concert. Your team needs you."

"You need me, the baby needs me. I should be here, supporting you through this." Hongjoong pouted. You softened, what would you do without him? He was the best partner ever.

"I do and I'm grateful for that but I won't let you miss this concert. It's your last concert before you take parental leave so enjoy it." You giggled.

Without you knowing, Hongjoong spoke to KQ about taking some time off to help you care for the baby. He'll still promote, just not as actively. When he told you this, you cried for 2 hours from how touched you were.

"She'll still be here when you come back." You promised. Hongjoong's mother, who was also there and watching this exchange, nodded.

"Don't worry, Hongjoong ah. She's in good hands, I'll keep you updated the whole time." Mrs Kim patted Hongjoong on the shoulders. You nodded in agreement.

"I love you. I love you so much. If you need me, just say the word. I'll drop everything and come." Hongjoong said softly.

"Okay. I love you too. Have fun." You wrapped your arms around him.

"Mmm, you got this, baby. You can do this." He kissed the top of your head, letting his lips linger there for a bit. Reluctantly, Hongjoong had to force himself out of there.

"Let's go, hyung." He said to his manager, who was waiting for him. Even in the van, Hongjoong was texting you.

"Hey, captain! You're here. How's she?" Mingi asked when he saw Hongjoong walk in with the manager. Hearing Mingi, the other boys all turned to the flustered and obviously stressed out captain. Before he could reply to Mingi's question, he was ushered to the tech team to get his microphone.

"I'm freaking out, guys. She's not due for another 2 weeks. I just hate that I'm not there with her but she made me leave and come here." He said to the 7 boys.

"You know (y/n) better than any of us. She'll pull through, she can do it." Seonghwa reached over to pat Hongjoong's thigh.

"But which father misses out his first child's birth for a concert?" He groaned.

"Don't think about that. You're here, ATINY is glad you're here. It'll be okay." San comforted the captain. Seeing how stressed he was, the other boys knew to take it easy with Hongjoong today.

"Let's start the concert briefing before going for the first soundcheck." The stage director came.

Hongjoong tried his best to focus on the rehearsal for the concert, not wanting to burden the rest of the team by being distracted. But he was still worried about you. When he had breaks, he would call or text you.

"We're having our meal now." Hongjoong said, propping the phone up so he could eat and talk to you. You couldn't eat since you felt sick but you didn't want to show Hongjoong.

"That's good." You smiled. The other boys poked their heads into the screen and waved at you.

"All the best, (y/n)." Yunho fist pumped.

"Thank you, everyone. Break a leg for the concert. I've been scrolling on ATINY twitter and it looks so exciting." You said, chewing on your ice chips.

"Wish you were here!" Jongho said.

"Well, I would be if I wasn't pushing a bowling ball out of me." You joked. The other boys winced at the imagery.

"Hey, that's my goddaughter you're talking about." Seonghwa said, making you apologise. However, the call was cut short when the gynaecologist came in and you hung up without a goodbye.

There wasn't much time left for Hongjoong to be distracted because the concert was starting. He put all his focus on his stages, his solo guitar performance, his MATZ performance with Seonghwa and the little acting sequences. After all, he was someone that liked to give it his all, leave the stage with no regrets.

"Have you been having fun?" Yeosang asked ATINY, who cheered loudly. The boys panted, trying to catch their breath.

"Wow, the choreography for that dance always makes us out of breath." San laughed, handing out the water bottles and towels to all the members.

"Hope you've been enjoying the performance, ATINY~" Yunho waved to the fans.

"What about our captain? Any words?" Seonghwa turned to Hongjoong. All the fans screamed for him.

"ATINY... Actually... as we're on stage, (y/n)'s in labour right now. But she insisted I come perform tonight instead of stay by her side... Ah, why am I crying already?" He said to the fans.

"Don't cry! Don't cry! Don't cry!" The other boys and the fans started to chant.

"The labour is earlier than we expected so please, ATINY, pray for her and our baby, that she'll be safe and everything will be alright. She's doing this on her own while I am here. But I'll go to her the moment the concert is over." Hongjoong announced.

"I just want them to be okay!" He wished out loud, making all the fans cheer with encouragement. Seonghwa used a towel to wipe his tears for him.

After the performance was over, Hongjoong was the first to run off stage. He had been away from you for too long. Ripping off his mic, he grabbed his phone from his manager and ran.

"Bring my bag back to the dorm for me!" He yelled to the other manager as he left to the van.

"Good luck! Let us know how they are!" The 7 boys yelled to their captain.

"Omma? How is she?" Hongjoong, still in his sparkly stage outfit, make up and done up hair, ran over to his mother. He didn't care that he was stared at while entering the hospital.

"There was a minor complication but the doctor managed to stop it. Both mother and baby are fine." Mrs Kim informed.

"Congrats, little bro. You're a father now." Bumjoong hugged Hongjoong.

"Go see her, she's resting. She's been through a lot and needs you now." Mr Kim patted Hongjoong on the shoulder. He didn't need to be told twice. Hongjoong quietly entered the room, seeing you sleep. He removed his jacket and went to your side, holding your hand. You were absolutely exhausted.

"Joong?" You whispered, opening your eyes slightly when you felt the side of the bed dip down.

"Yes, baby... I'm here. I'm here now." His fingers brushed the hair away from your face. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, softly sobbing in his embrace.

"It was hurting so bad and there was so much blood. I was so scared..." You cried. Hongjoong's heart broke, hearing your cries.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here, it must have been so scary on your own. I'm sorry." He rubbed your back, tears in his own eyes.

"But you did it, baby. Our little girl is born and healthy. It's all thanks to you, you did it. Thank you, baby. I love you so much." Hongjoong kissed your forehead.

"I love you too." You replied.

"We heard the father is here so we brought her in." The nurse came in, wheeling the little infant bed with her.

"Go on. Your daughter needs to see how handsome her dad is." You encouraged with a soft smile. Hongjoong broke away from you and slowly approached the plastic bed. He gasped as his eyes fell on the bundled baby in the middle.

To say his daughter was perfect would be an understatement, but Hongjoong knew she was perfect. She had a mix of both your best features and his. He knew she would grow up breaking hearts.

"Hi there. I'm Hongjoong. No, wait- I mean, I'm dad." He whispered, introducing himself to the baby. You laughed, taking your phone out to video this.

"You're so squirmy." He chuckled, seeing his daughter huff and squirm in the way she was bundled.

"I'll be back in a bit." The nurse smiled. After she left, Hongjoong's parents came into the room. But all a sudden, a cry erupted.

"W-What do I do?! Help me!" Hongjoong panicked, putting a hand on the baby to try and hush her. He even tried to lightly pat her chest to soothe her but it wasn't working.

"Carry your daughter!" Mrs Kim said in frustration. You burst out laughing, seeing Hongjoong genuinely frightened.

"How?" He whimpered.

"Wash your hands first." Bumjoong said. Hongjoong ran to the sink to wash his hands thoroughly. He sat in the armchair right by your bed as his mother gently picked up the crying baby and put her in his arms. She adjusted his hands and arms so that the baby was properly supported.

"Don't be so awkward, Joong. Relax, it's your kid." You laughed, still video recording him, noticing how stiff he was.

"I'm glad you're entertained by this, baby." Hongjoong rolled his eyes. But then he tried to relax, going into a more loose hold and letting the baby settle in his arms properly.

"See? She stopped crying when she saw her dad." Mr Kim chuckled. Hongjoong smiled softly.

"Already a daddy's girl, hmm? What an angel, you're so beautiful like your mother." He looked at his child, who stared back at him.

"So, how terrified are you?" You asked.

"Very. She's already got me wrapped around her finger, imagine when the other 7 come. She'll be the end of them." Hongjoong laughed, not taking his eyes off his daughter.

"My little melody." He whispered.

"Melody... that's a nice name or nickname. Where did you come up with that?" You asked.

"A few months ago, when I was on live with ATINY, trying to find a new nickname to give her. Back then, we didn't know if the kid was going to be a girl or boy. But when I saw the suggestion of 'melody', I immediately fell in love with it." He explained.

"We don't have to name her that. But it'll be a cute nickname for her." He added, smiling down at his daughter.

Future...

"Clear the way! My goddaughter needs to meet her godfather!" Seonghwa pushed his way into the house.

"Hyung!" The other boys groaned, if Seonghwa was always going to use his title to get priority, that would be annoying. Seeing you make your way over, San was quick to help you.

"How are you?" He asked, guiding you to the couch..

"I'm fine, recovering well. Thank you, San." You smiled gratefully, making him smile back.

You stayed in the hospital for a little longer than usual because of the slight complications on your end. Even after you were cleared to go home, Hongjoong didn't have anyone over to visit the baby. He wanted you to heal physically and mentally from the birth before you had anyone over.

"Congratulations~" Seonghwa pulled you into a hug.

"Thank you. Your goddaughter is really cute, by the way. Beware, she already got Hongjoong smiling like a fool for her." You chuckled as you patted his back.

"I'll gladly be a fool for her then. Where is she?" Seonghwa asked, pulling away so the other boys could hug you.

"Hongjoong's changing her. They'll be out in a second." You informed as Mingi wrapped his limbs around you to koala hug you.

"We should wash our hands." Jongho said. All the boys broke apart to the kitchen or guest bathroom to wash their hands. They've been here so many times that they know where everything was.

"ATEEZ meet Kim (y/d/n)." Hongjoong smiled as he came out with the baby bundled in a blanket.

"Aww... She's perfect." The boys melted. Wooyoung had to hold Yunho so he couldn't scream. Hongjoong sat on the couch between them with your daughter cradled in his arms. They all leaned over to look at the tiny human being.

"Wait, I'm not ready. No, yes I am! No, wait. I-" Seonghwa was struggling so Hongjoong just placed the baby in his arms, making Seonghwa stop to support her body.

"Uh, hi there... I'm Seonghwa. I already love you and want to buy you the world." Seonghwa said, practically in a trance.

"Seonghwa! Please don't." You exclaimed.

"Get in line. I'm buying her the world first." Hongjoong childishly scoffed, making you slap his shoulder. The boys took turns to carry her, if they were comfortable to, of course.

"I'm still going to call you, bun. No matter what your dad says." Mingi cooed. Hongjoong rolled his eyes.

"This reminds me of when Kyungmin was born." Wooyoung whispered excitedly as the baby stared back up at him.

"Wait, kids. What's all this?" Hongjoong asked. You looked over the couch, now noticing the big stack of boxes and paper bags that were sitting in the hallway.

"Just some things from all of us and people at the company... This is nothing compared to the world I'll buy you, isn't that right cutie?" Seonghwa said, cooing to the baby in Yunho's arms. Your jaw dropped, this was not 'some' things. Yeosang and Jongho helped bring everything over.

"Guys, thank you for all this. But it's too much." You chuckled, looking through the presents.

"There's never enough for the kiddo." Yunho smiled.

"Sooooooo, when's the next one gonna be? I need to know how much time I have to prove myself worthy of a godparent." Wooyoung said, making you choke.

"Not for a while. I'm going to need to get over this birth." You shook your head. Wooyoung pouted, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"We're going to need to babyproof Hongjoong hyung's studio." Yeosang pointed out.

"Yes, we should get to it." Seonghwa nodded in agreement. Hongjoong just stared at the boys as they made plans to revamp HIS studio. But he couldn't say much, it was for his daughter after all.

You sat with Hongjoong, your arms around each other as you leaned on him. Looking at how the boys all fawned over your daughter, you just knew she was going to grow up with all the love in the world, following the footsteps of her chaotic ATEEZ family.

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Where The Lights Fade

Choi San x Reader

Theme- Angst(?), Hurt Comfort,

Requests are Opened!

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The city lights flickered like dying stars, and you stood there — arms wrapped around yourself, shivering more from the weight in your chest than from the cold. You swore you wouldn’t call him again. You swore this was the last time you’d let him make you feel like this.

But when your phone lit up with his name, you answered anyway.

“Hey… I’m sorry,” San’s voice came through, rough and tired. “Something came up. I can’t make it tonight.”

Your heart cracked in that same old way it had been for months now.

“Of course you can’t,” you whispered, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back the tears. “It’s fine, San.”

“Baby, don’t say it like that. You know I’d be there if I could—”

“Would you?” you cut him off, voice trembling. “Because lately, it feels like I’m always here… waiting for you to show up.”

Silence. Heavy, suffocating silence.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, and you could hear it — the breaking in his voice. “I’m trying.”

“Maybe love isn’t enough if we can’t even live it,” you whispered.

And before he could answer, you hung up, letting the tears spill freely this time.

⸻

Months passed. Months of you throwing yourself into your art, chasing every opportunity like you were running from the memories of him. You told yourself you were over it — over him.

Until that night.

Until you opened Twitter, expecting to see trending memes or a new ATEEZ comeback, but instead, it was his name.

“Choi San’s Health Scare Shocks Fans: Idol Quietly Battling Chronic Illness.”

Your hands went numb. The phone slipped from your fingers, clattering against the floor as your heart dropped to your stomach.

“No… no, no, no.”

You hadn’t known. You hadn’t known.

All those nights he left you waiting, all the times he pushed you away — it wasn’t because he didn’t love you. It was because he was hurting, alone, thinking he was protecting you.

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You didn’t even remember how you got to the hospital. You burst into his room, chest heaving, tears streaming down your cheeks.

The hospital room smelled like clean linen and something sterile — but you barely noticed that. All you could see was San, lying in that bed, looking so much smaller than the version of him you remembered.

It had taken everything in you not to fall apart when you first walked in, but now, sitting by his side, holding his hand in both of yours, you couldn’t stop staring.

“You lost weight,” you whispered, trying to joke, but your voice cracked at the edges.

San smiled weakly, squeezing your hand.

“You’re still beautiful,” he whispered back, and that made the tears you’d been holding in finally spill over.

“Stop,” you said shakily, laughing through the tears. “You’re supposed to let me be mad at you.”

“I know,” he chuckled softly. “But I missed you too much to let you yell at me.”

Your thumb traced soft circles on the back of his hand as you looked at him, memorizing every feature like you were terrified to forget.

“Why didn’t you tell me, San?”

He looked down, ashamed.

“Because I couldn’t stand the thought of you giving up everything you were working for… because of me,” he murmured. “You were finally getting recognized. I didn’t want to be the reason you stopped flying.”

“You idiot,” you whispered, voice thick with tears. “I would’ve given it all up. I would’ve given you everything.”

San’s eyes glistened as he looked back at you.

“I know, baby,” he said softly. “That’s why I couldn’t let you.”

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his.

“You didn’t have to protect me from loving you.”

“I was trying to protect you from hurting like this.”

“Too late,” you breathed out, your lips brushing his.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, eyes closing as if he couldn’t bear to see your pain.

“Don’t be. Just… let me stay. Please.”

“Okay,” he breathed, and for the first time in months, you both just existed in each other’s arms, like no time had passed.

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The Soft Days (Fluff Before the Storm)

The next few days were quiet but beautiful in their own way. You brought your sketchbook and paints, sitting by his bed as he watched you work.

“Paint me,” he said one afternoon, grinning tiredly.

“You’re already in every one of my paintings,” you smiled, dipping your brush into color.

“Paint me now, though. Like this,” he insisted.

So you did. You painted him as he was — fragile but still so beautiful. You made sure to capture the softness in his gaze when he looked at you.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep while you painted, his hand still holding yours like he was afraid to let go. You’d watch his chest rise and fall, praying that it always would.

At night, when the nurses dimmed the lights, you’d crawl into the narrow bed beside him, careful not to hurt him. He’d wrap his arms around you, his body weaker but his embrace still so warm, and you’d lay like that for hours.

“I missed holding you like this,” he’d whisper against your hair.

“Then hold me forever,” you’d reply, pretending you didn’t know forever was slipping away.

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The Final Sunrise (Heartbreak Incoming)

The night before you were set to leave for your international gallery debut — the dream you’d both talked about for years — San asked you to wake him up early.

“I want to watch the sunrise with you. One last time,” he said softly.

You almost told him not to say “last,” but the lump in your throat was too big to speak around.

So as dawn broke, casting soft gold through the hospital window, you sat with him on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a blanket. His head rested on your shoulder, and you leaned your head on his.

“You always loved sunrises,” you whispered, blinking back tears.

“Because you love them,” he murmured, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You promised we’d see a thousand more,” you whispered.

“Maybe… in another life,” he said softly.

The light warmed his pale skin, and for a moment, he looked just like he used to — radiant, full of life.

“If we were stars,” he murmured, “maybe we’d burn at the same time in another sky.”

You turned to him, tears falling freely now, and kissed him as the sun rose higher, burning the sky in shades of pink and gold.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you more,” he replied, voice soft but sure.

“You better wait for me in that sky,” you said, smiling through your tears.

“Always,” he promised.

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The Painting Reveal (End Scene)

Months later, you stood in a massive gallery filled with strangers, but all you could think about was him.

Your art lined every wall, but one painting stood alone, bathed in soft, focused light.

It was him, sitting in that hospital bed, sunlight pouring over him, eyes closed as if he were dreaming of a better world.

The press and art critics whispered about the piece, but you blocked them out, your heart pounding in your chest.

A small plaque beneath it read:

“Where the Light Fades.”

For the boy who taught me how to love in silence.

As you stood there, staring up at the boy you’d loved and lost, you felt a soft breeze swirl around you — gentle, familiar.

You closed your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips, as if he were standing there beside you, whispering:

“I’m here.”

And as the room around you faded into a blur, you whispered back:

“I see you, Sannie. Always.”

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peacheeeliz · 10 months ago

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029. very demure, very cutesy (wc: 909)

“Hey, hey, let's sit down for a bit,” Yunho's soft voice rings through your ears as he hovers his hand behind your lower back. He takes hold of your hand, helping you down to the floor of the closet. “You gotta be careful, pretty.”

In any other situation, your cheeks would flush at the pet name that falls from his lips and the placement of his hands. But after being locked in your hallway closet by none other than Wooyoung, your blood boiled with anger. Quiet curses for your friend left your mouth, along with incoherent murmurs that Yunho couldn't help but chuckle at.

“You look really pretty tonight,” he tells you in hopes that it'll take your mind off Wooyoung for a moment. He cups your cheek, turning your gaze away from the door and toward him. “I haven't been able to tell you yet.”

Finally, any trace of Jung Wooyoung leaves your mine, and you lean into the man's warm touch. Your eyes flutter shut, too drunk to even remember why you were mad just seconds prior. Yunho smiles softly at you, rubbing his thumb across your cheek gently. “I don't think you and Hongjoong should drink together again. You enable each other too much.”

You whine, “we do not. He's my Jjoongrami buddy,” you tell him, letting your eyes open again. “You're gonna take away my Jjoongrami buddy?”

“If you can tell me how much you've drank tonight, then I won't,” he teases, watching the way your eyes struggle to focus in the dimly lit closet. “And you know I'd hate to do that. Your yapping earlier was just too cute.”

You bring your finger up to his lips, shushing him as blush rises to your cheeks. “I haven't drank that much. Just a little bit,” you say, trying to count how many shots you've had with your free hand. “What was it? Three shots? Four? No, two. Definitely two.”

“Try fifteen,” he corrects, shaking his head. “I have no idea where you got two from, sweetheart.”

You try to push his hand away, ears shining red at the second pet name of the night. “Stop saying stuff like that,” you tell him, huffing.

“Stuff like what, pretty?” He questions, a knowing glint in his eyes. “You've got to be more specific.”

“Like that,” you repeat, turning away from him. “Pretty and sweetheart, it makes my heart flutter.”

“Then you've got to stop calling me baby,” he answers, letting out a light laugh. He waits until you turn back to him, “it makes my heart flutter, my stomach twist and turn. I could go on.”

“I wish it was easier for us to be together,” you pout, cupping both of his cheeks. You squish them together, giggling at his puffed out lips. “Why did you have to be an idol? Why did Yuyu have to be an idol? The first streamer I have a crush on, and he's a member of Ateez.”

“Pretty, it doesn't have to be as hard as you think it'll be,” he tells you, grabbing ahold of your hands and pulling them away from his face. He brings them down to his lap, continuing to hold onto them. “I don't care what anyone says, okay? I just want to be with you.”

Your eyes soften at his words, causing him to feel a pang in his heart. “I can go without streaming, but I can't go without being with you,” he continues. “I'm glad you were the first streamer I decided to get close to. I'm glad I'm so bad at Minecraft that I accidently killed you in our first interaction.”

You let out a laugh at his comment, shaking your head. You hesitate to speak up, “Yun, you don't mean that. Of course, you would care about what people say. This is your career we're talking about here.”

“No, we're not talking about my career,” he says, smile faltering. “We're talking about us, pretty. Me and you. I don't want you to care about my job, my company, or my fans. Just care about me.”

He leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and gentle against your skin. “Please, just think about me for now. We can worry about everything else when we need to,” he whispers, smiling down at you.

He watches you nod slowly, blushing even more at his words and gentle gesture – if it was even possible. He leans in to press another soft kiss to your lips, the taste of alcohol and your cherry lip gloss lingering on his own lips.

Your heartbeat quickened at the unannounced gesture, but you couldn't stop yourself from melting into the kiss. One of his hands reaches up to circle the side of your face, while the other finds its place hovering over your back to pull you in closer to him.

“Fuck yeah!” The two of you hear from the other side of the closet door, from none other than Jung Wooyoung. You pull away from each other, hearing the boy continue to ramble in the other room. “I told you this shit would work, didn't I?”

Despite your annoyance, you smile when you see the shine of your lip gloss on Yunho's lips. You bring your thumb up to wipe it away, “just me and you.” He breaks out into a big smile at your words, pulling you back in for another kiss.

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a/n: just one more chapter to go 🥲 i'm so sad but at least yucloudz are together!!

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thirstkanaphan · 1 month ago

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Ateez Title Track Tournament!

Round 3: Bouncy (1) vs. Halazia (8)

As we wait for a new bombshell to enter the villa, we will vote to determine the top Ateez title track! These title tracks have been seeded according to their streaming numbers on Spotify.

Also in this round: Say My Name vs. Answer, Deja Vu vs. Inception, Crazy Form vs. Wonderland

Bouncy (K-HOT CHILLI PEPPERS)

"[Bouncy] is big and bold electronica, packed tight with terrace chants, vocal effects and maniacal synths, and a chorus and dance break which arrive in the best way possible, like a wrecking ball through the side of a building. In ATEEZ’s overall sonic canon, it’s a party song, and everyone’s invited." LINK

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Halazia

"My favourite ATEEZ songs have always been the ones which soak up in their theatrical ways both when it comes to their concepts and their musical direction. Halazia starts off with a vocal and melodic bang – it provides so much interesting, eerie, almost alluring melody and atmosphere right from the beginning and makes you want to sit back and enjoy the show. I have to say that the chorus caught me off guard because it’s so minimalistic yet so mysterious and captivating that it had me taking a step back and replaying it right away just to make sure I was hearing it right...Halazia is full of drama, intense feelings and dark atmosphere and it works so well, possibly making it one of ATEEZ’s best titles so far." LINK

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#ateez #ateez title track tournament #Spotify #Youtube

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bellestarot · 29 days ago

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Quick Tarot Celeb Readings IX

June 06, 2025

Some questions are straightforward and require less time to answer. That's why I created this to make it easier.

🌞 "About ateez, do you see their enlistment happening soon or more far, like in 2 3 years?"

🌹One member is strongly considering enlisting, especially with the numbers 4 and 8 showing significance — possibly indicating 4 months or 4 years.

🌞 "Can you see if there’s a very high chance, a high possibility, of a member of 127 leaving sm? If so, how will be their future? Like exo or they will keep having the same comebacks as now?"

🌹Honestly, I don’t see them leaving the company anytime soon. Even though things are difficult, they’re likely to stay for now. Of course, that could change later.

🌞 "Does bts jungkook feel over sexualized ; it's not uncommon thar young members are pushed in almost festishization light ; (contrast on being sexy and cute) is bts jungkook concious of his early sexualization? What does he think and bts members?"

🌹Jungkook doesn’t feel sexualized; what bothers him more is people projecting a false personality onto him — assuming he acts or is a certain way when he’s not.

BTS, especially when he was younger, worried more about his emotional well-being and pressure to please everyone.

🌞"Is there something between Le sserafim Sakura and Enhypen Sunghoon? Thank you"

🌹There’s a deep spiritual connection between them — maybe soulmates or soul-connected. It was like a sudden recognition that caused confusion, fear, and emotional turmoil.

She’s going through a spiritual awakening and holding in a lot of anxiety. Though they’re not physically close, the connection remains. Both are avoiding it for now.

🌞 "Hi Belle, I just wanted to thank you for reading my requests... I wanted to know if Rose has any friendships with any members of SVT, like what is her relationship with Seventeen please?"

🌹She’s very close to two members in particular, offering strong support to them and the group. She’s actively involved, always streaming their music, and has a very positive, encouraging presence.

She’s friends with one guy around her age, who is creative, grounded, successful, and more serious — qualities she admires. She’s also close to a younger guy who helps her let go of self-judgment. They talk openly about fears and personal growth, and they seem to have a lot of fun together.

🌞 "How do you see bts fame and buzz going as soon as all of them are “free” from the army?"

🌹A lot of growth, popularity, and abundance.

🌞 "Are any of itzy girls in a serious relationship right now?"

🌹Two members’ love lives are currently complicated. One regrets turning down a relationship offer and feels she didn’t communicate well.

The other is going through a breakup, asking for space from a partner she finds too immature — possibly an air sign (Gemini, Libra, or Aquarius).

🌞 "Other than San, Wooyoung, Mingi and Seonghwa, do you see any fashion brand deal or smothering like that for other ateez member soon?"

🌹I don’t see it happening soon, maybe later on.

🌞 "Hi, can u please do a reading for blackpink Jisoo’s upcoming Netflix drama “boyfriend on demand”, will this drama achieve success internationally? Will she gain more success and popularity after this drama ?"

🌹Yes, for sure. The male lead acting alongside her in an upcoming drama will also gain fame. She’ll be very anxious at first but the drama will be a major international success. However, she’ll feel she’s making a painful personal sacrifice.

🌞 "Can you do a reading whether there is a chance for any bts members to not continue signing with bighit/hybe"

🌹I don’t see them leaving the company soon. It aligns with their current goals and feels like a comfort zone. In the future, a younger member with fire in his chart might leave, but not just yet.

🌞 "Is there any type of connection between Jennie and Charles Melton?"

🌹No, they don’t have any connection or communication.

🌞"Will V and Jennie reconnect in the future or whatever they had it’s really over and that’s it?"

🌹I don’t think they’ll reconnect — both are going through changes that will move them further apart.

🌞 "Can you see the relantioship between krystal and kai?"

🌹As of now, they have no connection or contact, though I did a reading on them before — it was my first one. Go check!

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peachesyeo · 1 year ago

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Player 1117 ── ATEEZ OT8 0001 ─ into the game

THIS SERIES IS MATURE! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!

⊹ 2k words ⊹ gamecharacters!ateez x fem!reader (ft. txt) ᭡ fantasy au, dark romance au, obsessive/yandere elements.

✧ a/n: i know you guys don't read my author's note so have fun. /: thank you @sousydive for beta reading.

✦ network: @newworldnet

⊂ warnings: -

:̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

This cannot be true.

You stared at the young girl in the mirror before you. She seemed no more than twelve years old, her raven hair cascades in soft waves around her shoulders, framing her face like a midnight veil. Her eyes are pools of dark brown, with mesmerizing purple swirls dancing within her pupils.

Her skin is fair and smooth, like porcelain, with a delicate rosy hue on her cheeks that speaks of youth and vitality. Her features were exactly of the Y/n in Utopia - a small button nose, full rosy lips and high cheekbones. She wears a silky sleeping gown, one that looks exactly the same as the one you are wearing right now.

You raised your hand to touch your face, and so did her.

You have read many novels about transmigrating - but novels are fiction. And this is real.

“I’m… in the game?” You whispered, your shaking fingers reaching to touch the mirror. But the cool touch on the tips of your fingers told you that this is not a dream, that everything is real. You looked around, the room you were in is spacious, with high ceilings adorned with intricately carved moldings and delicate crystal chandeliers. Sunlight streams through tall windows draped in dark amethyst curtains, glowing down on you.

The walls, floors and pillars were made of the finest marble, covered with sumptuous silk tapestries of flowers. You walked towards the nearest wall, running your fingers along the fine threads that form the images that seem to come alive in the flickering light of the candles and fireplace.

In the center of the chamber sits a four-poster bed, its canopy draped in sheer silk curtains. The bed is covered in luxurious lavender silk sheets, embroidered with the finest silver thread. You walked over to them, taking a seat. They were soft and light, like you were sitting on a cotton cloud. You stared outside of the window, trying to digest the fact that you are in the game.

But who are you?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You watched as a maid entered, bowing to you. “Greetings to the Star of Eternity. The Moon and Eclipse have requested your audience.”

You nearly let out a squeak; the maid had answered your question. As two young boys walked in, you were even more certain of it.

You are now Choi Y/n, Star of Eternity, Princess of the Eternity Kingdom.

"Y/n!" The shorter one ran towards you, lifting you up in his arms as though you weighed nothing. "How is our little Star feeling today?"

"Beomgyu! Y/n's twelve, stop carrying her like that!" The taller one chided, as Beomgyu rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at his older brother in response. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support, staring up at your third brother's face.

Choi Beomgyu, the Eclipse of Eternity. He is the third Prince, known for his gift of creating illusions. Utopia did not have much of Y/n's backstory, but you knew that Beomgyu was the only person spared under Wooyoung's sword, and took over Eternity as the new King.

The Beomgyu holding you has long black hair that falls into his shoulders. He pressed a kiss onto your temple, rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat. "My little Star, so precious." He cooed, ignoring the exasperated sighs of your other brother across the room. "What would I do without you?"

You looked over to your other brother for help. He put his hand on his forehead tiredly. "Let Y/n down, Gyu. Please."

"You're all work and no fun, Soobin hyung." Beomgyu pouted unhappily, placing you gently back on the bed. "Is our little Star excited to meet her new friend?"

Choi Soobin, Moon of Eternity, the second Prince born with the gift of manipulating water. He would later become the War General of Eternity, dying to San in a battle.

Soobin shared the same raven hair as the both of you, his fringe falling in front of his eyes. He seemed to have had enough of Beomgyu, sighing loudly and flexing his right arm before casually delivering a loud smack on the back of Beomgyu's head. Ignoring Beomgyu's over-dramatic whines, Soobin approached you, kneeling on one knee to be at the same eye level as you. Taking your hand into his, Soobin had a simple dimpled smile on his face.

"Y/n-ah, remember when Mother mentioned that we have guests over? They are very important people, so remember to behave yourself, okay?"

You tilted your head in confusion. "How important are they, Brother?"

Beomgyu stopped whining and exchanged a look with Soobin. The other lifted his thumb and index, slowly pulling them apart. "It’s this important, Y/n-ah."

"The point is," Beomgyu interjected, earning a disapproving look from Soobin. "They will be arriving before dinner. Yeonjun hyung had already gone to welcome them along with Mother, so we have an afternoon for you to get ready, Y/n." He grinned, one that made you nervous for no reason. "Our little Star must be pretty too."

You glanced at Soobin. The older man nodded, wearing a satisfied expression on his face as though Beomgyu finally made sense. "I got you many dresses to try on, Y/n-ah. Shall we go?" He smiled, offering his hand to you.

You were bathed by the maids before they dressed you into a lavender dress with puffed sleeves and the hem fell gracefully to your knees. Beomgyu picked a purple silk ribbon, tying it to your hair while Soobin knelt on one knee, fitting a pair of white shoes with amethyst crystals onto your feet. When you were done, Beomgyu gushed in delight, showering you with compliments after compliments.

"Our Gem, our little Star," Beomgyu cooed as your face heated up at the praises. "Looking so pretty... I mean, you are always pretty, my Star, but right now, with my magnificent sense of fashion-"

"Our Star!" A loud voice boomed, sending everyone in the room jumping. A tall, blonde hair male barged in, his eyes lighting up the moment it landed on you. You hear Beomgyu mutter a curse under his breath while Soobin puts his hand on his chest. "Yeonjun hyung, at least announce that you're here!"

Yeonjun ignored him, making a beeline towards you and dismissing the maids in the process. "Our Star, so bright and... Why is she so purple?" His face scrunched up at the sight of the little purple crystals adorning your hair, which Beomgyu had 'generously' clipped onto your hair. "Take it off, take it off. The ribbon is purple enough; Y/n doesn't have to be a grape for the Kims to see."

Choi Yeonjun, Sun of Eternity, heir to the throne. He is the oldest out of the four of you, with an ability to soothe feelings. Your face fell slightly, remembering how Yeonjun had died when you played Utopia as the heroine. He was stabbed by...

Who was it?

"You don't know fashion at all, hyung." Beomgyu grumbled, cutting you off your thoughts. Soobin and Beomgyu had been quarreling over the hairclips, and you did not want to pick a side. Yeonjun removed all the crystals in your hair, leaving only the ribbon. "There, our Star shines bright enough like this."

"Thank you, Brothers." You smiled sweetly and the three cooed in response. Beomgyu had his hand dramatically held over his heart, Soobin covered his blushing face with his gloved hands and Yeonjun proudly grinning. "Wait until Mother and Father see you, little Star. Now, shall we run along?"

You took Yeonjun’s hand and allowed him to guide you to the banquet hall with Beomgyu and Soobin trailing behind you two like bodyguards. You could hear the activity in the hall from outside, and you gripped Yeonjun’s hand nervously.

"Announcing the arrival of the Sun, Moon, Eclipse, and Star of Eternity!" The voices of the guards boomed. Yeonjun squeezed your hand as the doors opened, revealing a quiet banquet hall. You could feel many eyes staring at you, but you remained composed, walking alongside Yeonjun to the King and Queen of Eternity. The nobles you walked past bowed respectfully, and when you finally reached the throne, Yeonjun let go of your hand.

"Greetings to Your Majesties," Yeonjun said, bowing to both the King and Queen of Eternity. You curtseyed, while Beomgyu and Soobin bowed behind you. “May peace be ever in your grace.” The King, your Father, nodded. “You may rise.” The King of Eternity is never shown in Utopia, but you knew that like Soobin, he died under San’s sword. You scanned the man on the throne. He seemed to be in his forties, with the same platinum blond hair as Yeonjun and a kind-looking face.

You didn’t miss the subtle wink the raven-haired woman beside him gave you. Sending a sweet smile towards your Mother, the Queen of Eternity, you turned your attention to the two other presence in the banquet hall.

Yeonjun turned towards them. “Greetings to the Queen of Mist, and Prince Hongjoong. May peace be ever in your grace.”

You froze slightly at the name, but quickly recovered when Yeonjun gently tickled your side, telling you to bow. When you straightened back up again, your eyes met a pair of golden slits. Kim Hongjoong gave you a soft smile, but you quickly looked away, your heart pounding.

Kim Hongjoong, the Prince of Mist. The one who the original Y/n had fallen in love with, and lost both her life and her kingdom to. When you played as Jiwon, Hongjoong seemed to be a normal, sweet Prince who was loyal and polite to her even if she was a commoner. However, when you played as Y/n, he was evil, nasty and horrifying.

The Queen of Mist inclined her head slightly. “Greetings to the Sun, Moon, Eclipse and Star of Eternity. May peace be ever in your grace.” She turned to look at Hongjoong, who too bowed, echoing the greetings. When he was done, you grabbed onto Yeonjun’s sleeve, hiding your face in it.

“Seems like the Star is a little shy, Mira.” Mira is your mother’s maiden name. Yeonjun patted your hair consolingly as your mother laughed. “Oh, Ayang. She'll recognize you soon, you even carried her as a baby.”

The Queen of Mist and your mother seemed to know each other, seeing that they were addressing each other by a first-name basis. You peeked out from behind Yeonjun, avoiding Hongjoong’s gaze as you looked towards the Queen of Mist. She chuckled at your cute reaction, beckoning you. “Come here, little Star, let Auntie have a good look at you.”

“It’s not fair!” Beomgyu burst out dramatically. “You always favored Y/n, Auntie Ayang!”

You blinked, confused at the turns of events. What is happening? Didn’t Beomgyu and Soobin say that they are important guests? And why is your Mother now walking towards the Queen of Mist, holding her hand as she speaks?

“Here.” Yeonjun pushed you out from his side gently. “Go say hi.” You carefully took a few steps forwards, still refusing to look at Hongjoong as you grip your dress tightly. “Y-your Majesty…”

“It’s Auntie Ayang for you, my little Y/n.” The woman bent down slightly while your Mother stood next to her, smiling. “I am your Mother’s best friend, little Star. This is a family event, we can be casual with each other.”

Your heart thumped loudly at this piece of information. So Y/n and Hongjoong had already known each other before Y/n went to the Kingdom of Mist for… For what?

Why.. Why can’t you remember?

“Now, shall the dinner start?” Your Father’s voice pulled you out of reality. You blinked rapidly, and quickly followed Yeonjun as everyone settled down on one table. Unfortunately for you, Hongjoong took the seat next to you.

“Hello, Y/n. I’m Hongjoong.” Hongjoong introduced himself in a small, shy voice, his golden, snake-like eyes upon you. “I hope we’ll be good friends with each other.”

You stared at him, your brows furrowing unconsciously. Then you blurted out, “I don’t want to.”

“Don’t want to do what, Y/n?” Yeonjun didn’t catch the whole conversation and had fetched a napkin for you. You frowned at Hongjoong, your lips forming into an adorable pout.

“I don’t want to be friends with Kim Hongjoong.”

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fivestar-outlaw · 2 years ago

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New Horizons (Park Seonghwa) (Ch.1)

Chapter 1: Turnips

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.0k+

Warning(s): None

A/N: aYO first story on this blog, hello everyone. I hope you enjoy this self-indulgent series. I lub Seonghwa so I knew he had to be the first one posted here.

Reader is implied to be living in the US bc uh TIMEZONES ARE FUCKY and i didnt realize how reliant i was on mine (PST) when looking up KST

Italicized is English, just an fyi

Summary: Attempting an all-nighter while playing Animal Crossing alongside your bias, you didn't expect your turnip prices to be such a high amount... nor did you expect Park Seonghwa to actually accept your offer to sell his turnips on your island.

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You take a small bite of your snack before you made your avatar walk around your island. Seonghwa's livestream was playing in the background and he, too, was playing Animal Crossing. You made sure to stop and talk to the villagers who you came across outside, pull up some flowers before they overwhelmed areas on your island, and dug up some fossils, which you set aside to get assessed later. Right now, you planned on taking your turnips you bought from Daisy Mae to Nook's Cranny. With the help of time travel, your game was set during the day rather than matching the bold 4:40 am on your phone.

It was a chill all-nighter. None of your classes assigned homework over the weekend, you had the weekend off from your part-time job, your roommate was out of town until Sunday... You didn't mind ruining your already rocky sleep schedule to play Animal Crossing along side your bias.

Before you got into Ateez you already had been learning Korean, figuring having a language degree would help you with future careers. You had been a fan of Ateez for awhile. You adored all of their personalities and enjoyed their music, but for some reason you gravitated towards Seonghwa. You then started collecting albums when you had the extra money and made sure to check into their live streams when you could. Seonghwa even pulled you out of your Animal Crossing burn-out too which you were grateful for.

Currently, you finally got your avatar to Nook's Cranny, your turnips in tow. It was the last day to sell and the previous prices were all bellow a hundred bells. So you prayed to the Lord Tom Nook and hoped for good prices. You tapped the check prices and waited eagerly to see how much they would take for the turnips. Your eyes widened when little Timmy answered the prices.

660 bells.

You immediately sell your turnips to them, making a lot of bells in the process. Finally, you could give Tom Nook a sizable amount of money towards your last loan payment.

Seonghwa's voice, sounding frustrated, caught your attention. You looked at the livestream and saw he was holding his switch up. You could make out that his turnip prices were a mere 34 bells and he mentioned the prices have been like that for him all week.

"That sucks." You murmured to yourself.

For the hell of it you quickly type up in chat that you'll let him come sell his turnips and added the price being offered. You saw how fast the chat was going but you decided to tempt fate. After double-checking for any spelling errors you hit send.

The chat stuttered for a bit, your message right in the middle. You figured it was on your end but then you saw Seonghwa's eyes widen and watched as he scrambled to touch something on his phone. He spent a few moments typing and then hesitating on whatever he just did. You heard him sigh, tapping his phone before setting it down off screen in front of him.

Then, you saw a notification pop up on your end. Curiously, you opened it and when you did, your eyes nearly popped from your head.

Seemed as though Seonghwa, through the Ateez account, direct messaged you.

'Can I sell my turnips after stream?' It read. You immediately go and click the profile, just in case it was someone trying to pull your leg. All that did was lead you back to the official account. You tried it again a few more times just in case but it was the same result.

Seonghwa actually messaged you.

You could hardly contain your excitement coursing through your veins. You took a deep breath, switched your phones keyboard over to Hangul and carefully typed up your response despite your shaking hands. You had to pause several times on what to say but after a few minutes you responded.

'Sure! Just let me know when I should open my island and I can send you a code. I apologize for any mistakes in this message. I figure it would be more comfortable for you ^^.'

You hit send and put your focus purely on the livestream, your game forgotten about. You watched as a few moments passed by and saw Seonghwa glance towards his phone. A small smile grew on his face as his eyes trailed back to his game.

You focused back on yours. You got those fossils assessed (all were ones you already had), visited Brewster, found a gyoird, and stopped by at Marshal's house. You still cringe at how you accidentally told him yes when he asked to move. You caught it too late and the game saved the decision. Your little squirrel you spent hours island hopping for was leaving.

"I'll miss you buddy." You sigh to yourself as he told you he'll miss the island. None of your friends still played nor had space on their islands to save him for you. Maybe Nookaz-

"Yes!" You heard Seonghwa exclaim and you glance back over to his stream. "Cephalobot wants to move." He had such a big grin on his face as he proceeded to tell the robotic octopus villager to move. You couldn't help but smile along with him before focusing back on your island.

About an hour passed when Seonghwa said goodbye to the stream, making a heart with his hands, before shutting it off. You stifle a yawn and grab your phone, bringing up the messages between you and the offical Ateez account. You weren't sure if you were to message first or if you should wait for him to message you. You stood up from your chair and stretch your limbs, hearing a few satisfying pops.

You glance down at your phone and promptly sit back down.

'Ready when you are.'

You smile and start heading to your airport to get a code for him when you passed Marshal's home. You stopped your avatar when an idea popped into your mind. You picked up your phone and quickly typed up a message.

'If you don't mind time jumping to get an empty spot on your island and don't mind swapping friend codes, I have Marshal ready to move if you want him. I accidentally said yes when he asked to move. Only if you want to of course. :)'

You hit send, took a deep breath of air, and looked away from your phone, too nervous to see his reply.

"The worst he will say is no. And understandably so." You say to yourself under your breath. You didn't want to even look at the message but decided to calm your nerves. You turn back to your phone and saw he messaged you back.

'That would be great. Thank you, Atiny. Give me a few more minutes please.' You then saw he sent his friend code.

"Okay, what the hell?" You couldn't believe it. "I guess he really is serious about this game." You chuckled and pressed the home button. You typed in his friend code, making use of the Switch's touch screen and sent him a friend request.

You saw you were immediately added back. You take another deep breath and open your game back up. You went to your airport and opened the gates up for friends. You let your avatar stand idle as you waited. You figured he'd have to time travel a day to get Cephalobot in boxes and then travel again to have an empty plot for Marshal.

You got up from your spot and quickly got a drink of water. You couldn't stop the yawn escaping past you lips, the lack of sleep is starting to hit. You quickly return to your couch and plug your switch back into the dock since the battery was getting low and grab your controllers, the game appearing on your TV screen now. You unlock your phone and opted to lay on your side on the couch, viewing the new message Seonghwa sent.

'Almost ready. Hopping back on now.' His message read.

'Gates are open :)'

A minute passed when you got the notification a friend was arriving to your island. After the little animation finished you see his avatar walk into the airport. You quickly do a little wave and walk out, seeing he is following. You lead him to your Nook's Cranny and wait outside as he goes in to sell his turnips. You simply wait outside so you could take him to Marshal next when you see another message pop up.

'Can I buy the cabinet?'

'Go ahead. I am outside and will take you to Marshal when you are done.' You smile and do nothing to stop another yawn from escaping.

A few moments pass and his avatar walks out of the store. He stays still for a moment before he does the little 'joy' reaction, which you return. You then start heading to Marshal's home with Seonghwa in tow. If sudden tiredness hadn't washed over you, you'd probably much more outwardly excited.

You finally get to Marshal's home and watch as Seonghwa's avatar enter; you opted to stay outside again. Another yawn left you and you had to blink a few times to keep your eyes open.

"I'm just not built for all-nighters anymore..." You mumbled to yourself. You realized sitting up may help keep you awake, but you were just too damn comfortable laying down as you were. Your eyes droop but you were trying your best to stay awake to see him off your island.

You hear the door in game open and close and see Seonghwa's avatar leave. He did another joy reaction and stayed like that for a moment. You get on your phone again and saw he had sent a message.

'Thank you again, Atiny <3 your island is cute.'

'You're welcome, Seonghwa'

You watch as his avatar heads back into the direction of your airport, though, you did not stay awake long enough to hear your game let you know that a friend has left the island.

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You woke up about eight hours later feeling like you were hit by a car. You couldn't tell where you were for a moment, what time it was, what year it was,and your stomach ached with hunger. Finally, your eyes fully adjusted to being awake, though you didn't have the energy yet to lift yourself up off what you know realized was your couch.

You lay there contemplating life, cursing your past self for trying to do an all-nighter. You glance around and saw your Switch controller and phone on the floor. You then look to your TV and saw it was off. You had a half drank glass of water on the coffee table and an almost finished snack.

You finally sat up, making sure to stretch your limbs. You felt more awake now. You pick up your phone and curse at the low battery life. Quickly you unlocked it and then nearly dropped your phone, the messages between you and the official Ateez account were still open.

You played Animal Crossing with Seonghwa.

You played Animal Crossing with Park Seonghwa.

You take a deep breath to calm every emotion hitting you and get up to turn your Switch back on. You grab the controller and immediately look to your friends list.

He still had you added.

"Should I unfriend him...? He didn't unfriend me but..." You sighed. You go in and change the time and date to match real life before opening the game up. You quickly press through the usual Isabelle announcements.

When your avatar exited the house you noticed you had in game mail. You figured it was probably a goodbye letter from Marshal. You had your avatar open the mailbox and to your surprise, Seonghwa had sent you a letter and a present.

'Thank you again for letting me sell my turnips and for letting me have Marshal. Let's send gifts!'

You favorite the letter and take the present. You opened it and felt immediate excitement. He sent you a piece of artwork you knew you for sure didn't have for the museum. You could barely contain your excitement at the prospect of being Animal Crossing buddies with Seonghwa.

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palangsaeya · 3 months ago

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Yeosang x reader - Flowershop

Group: Ateez Members: Yeosang, little bit Seonghwa, San and Wooyoung Warnings: none

A florist unexpectedly meets the enchanting and dreamy Yeosang while delivering flowers, leading to a heart-fluttering romance filled with quiet understanding, sweet moments, and the warmth of first love.

The gentle scent of roses, peonies, and lilacs surrounded you like a warm embrace as you carefully arranged the last bouquet of the morning. The small flower shop where you worked had been your sanctuary for as long as you could remember—a quiet haven filled with delicate colors, soft petals, and the comforting sound of nature humming just outside the window.

You carefully wrapped the stems in a silk ribbon, making sure the knot was perfect before placing the arrangement into a delivery box. Today was an important day. A high-profile client—some entertainment company—had ordered a large floral arrangement for a photoshoot. You weren’t entirely sure who the flowers were for, but your boss had emphasized that everything had to be flawless.

Standing back, you admired your work. The arrangement was elegant yet soft, blending pastel pinks, deep reds, and hints of white, with baby’s breath scattered throughout like tiny stars in a floral galaxy. It was beautiful, but more than that, it felt like a piece of art—your art.

“Alright, that should be everything,” you murmured to yourself, wiping your hands on your apron before untying it.

The shop was quiet this morning, the usual background hum of customers absent. It gave you a moment to breathe, to appreciate the quiet before you had to leave for the delivery. You weren’t the most social person, preferring the company of flowers over crowded spaces, but you had to admit—this delivery had you just a little excited.

Your mind wandered as you carried the flowers carefully to the shop’s small van. What kind of people would be at the photoshoot? Would they even notice the flowers, or would they simply be background decor in whatever glamorous setting they were creating? You sighed, shaking your head at your own thoughts. It wasn’t your place to wonder. You were simply the florist, there to deliver beauty and then quietly slip away.

With one last check to make sure everything was secure, you started the van and began the drive to the studio.

-----

The city streets were bustling as you maneuvered through the morning traffic. Sunlight streamed through your window, warming your skin as you followed the directions to the photoshoot location. When you finally arrived, the building was far more intimidating than you had imagined—a sleek, modern studio with floor-to-ceiling windows and a pristine white exterior.

You parked in the designated delivery area, stepping out and stretching for a moment before carefully lifting the flower arrangements from the back. The weight wasn’t much, but the responsibility felt heavy.

As you entered the studio, the atmosphere shifted. It was busier than you had expected—staff members rushing around with clothing racks, stylists adjusting models' outfits, photographers checking their equipment. The air buzzed with energy, yet you felt completely out of place.

A woman with a headset noticed you and hurried over. “You’re the florist, right?”

You nodded quickly, tightening your grip on the bouquet.

“Great. You can set them up over there, by the main set.” She barely paused before rushing off to answer a call, leaving you standing in the middle of the controlled chaos.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to move. You weren’t used to places like this, where everything was fast-paced and precise, where people spoke in clipped tones and moved with purpose. It made you feel even smaller than you already were.

Carefully, you carried the arrangements to the area she had pointed out. The set was breathtaking—soft golden lighting, luxurious fabrics, and a theme that looked almost ethereal. The flowers would fit perfectly here. You began setting them in place, adjusting each stem with precision.

And then you felt it.

A gaze.

You paused, fingers still wrapped around the stem of a rose, and slowly turned your head.

Across the room, standing near the wardrobe section, was a man unlike anyone you had ever seen before.

His beauty was almost otherworldly. Soft, delicate features, with skin that seemed to glow under the studio lights. His dark eyes held an unreadable depth, framed by long lashes. He had an air of quiet mystery, as if he existed in his own world, separate from the chaos around him.

Your heart stumbled.

For a moment, the noise of the studio faded into nothing.

He was staring at you.

Not in an intrusive way, but with a quiet curiosity, as if he had simply noticed you and was taking a moment to observe. And then, just as your breath caught in your throat, he smiled.

It was small, barely there, but warm. Kind.

Your fingers tightened around the flower stem. You wanted to say something, to acknowledge him, but the words refused to form. Before you could gather the courage, someone called his name—Yeosang.

He turned away, his attention shifting as he walked toward the rest of his group.

You exhaled, realizing you had been holding your breath.

Yeosang.

Even his name sounded like it belonged in a fairytale.

Shaking your head, you finished adjusting the flowers, trying to push down the strange fluttering feeling in your chest. It was silly. He was an idol, someone from a completely different world than yours.

And yet…

You stole one last glance as you picked up your now-empty delivery box.

He was looking at you again.

This time, you couldn’t help but smile—just a little—before you turned to leave.

And as you stepped back into the sunlight, heart still beating too fast, you knew one thing for certain.

You would never forget the way he had looked at you.

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It had been a few days since the flower delivery, but Yeosang’s image lingered in your mind like the soft scent of roses after a spring rain.

You weren’t sure why he had affected you so much. It wasn’t just that he was breathtakingly beautiful—though that certainly played a part. There was something about the quiet way he had looked at you, the way his presence had filled the space without a single word. And that smile. It had been small, fleeting, but it had felt warm, like the first sunlight after winter.

You found yourself thinking about him in the quiet moments—while tying ribbons around bouquets, while trimming stems, while gazing out the shop window at passing strangers. Every time his face came to mind, your heart did that little fluttering thing again, and a warmth spread through you, wrapping around you like a gentle hug.

It was ridiculous, you told yourself. You had barely exchanged a glance with him. He was an idol—someone completely out of reach. But knowing that didn’t stop the feeling.

And maybe, just maybe… you didn’t want it to.

-----

The bell above the flower shop door chimed softly as you stepped inside, the familiar scent of fresh blooms welcoming you. The shop was quiet this morning, just as you liked it, with only the distant hum of the city filtering through the windows.

You had barely set your bag down when your boss called out to you from the back room.

“There you are! I need you to take another set of flowers to a studio today.”

You blinked in surprise. “Another studio?”

“Yes, another entertainment company. A special request, just like last time.” Your boss handed you a small slip of paper with the address, already bustling around to prepare the arrangements.

You took the note, glancing at the address, but your thoughts were elsewhere. Another delivery, just like last time. The memory of the last one made your heart squeeze.

Yeosang.

No. That was silly. The chances of seeing him again were slim. This was probably for a completely different photoshoot, for different people. There was no reason to feel excited.

And yet, you did.

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The drive to the studio was filled with anticipation, though you tried to ignore it. You focused on the road, on the soft hum of the radio, on the careful balance of the flowers in the passenger seat.

You weren’t thinking about Yeosang.

Not at all.

But as soon as you stepped inside the studio, flowers in hand, something inside you shifted.

The space was similar to the last one—busy, filled with staff and models, cameras clicking, stylists moving quickly. You moved to the designated area, carefully setting down the arrangements, adjusting the petals and stems with practiced hands.

And then you felt it.

That presence.

That warmth.

Your fingers stilled, your heartbeat suddenly louder than the studio noise. Slowly, almost hesitantly, you turned your head.

Yeosang was there.

Standing just a few feet away, watching you.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He looked exactly as you remembered—delicate yet striking, like a fairy prince stepping out of a dream. His soft, dark eyes held the same quiet curiosity, the same warmth that had made your heart stumble the first time.

But this time… he moved.

You barely had time to react before Yeosang was walking toward you, his presence impossibly steady, impossibly real.

And then, as if it were the simplest thing in the world, he spoke.

“You’re here again.”

His voice was soft, carrying a gentle lilt, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You swallowed, forcing yourself to find your own voice.

“Y-yeah,” you managed, internally cursing yourself for the nervous stutter. “Another delivery.”

Yeosang nodded, his gaze flickering down to the flowers you had just placed. A small, appreciative smile curved his lips. “They’re beautiful.”

Your heart squeezed.

“T-thank you,” you said, looking at the bouquet instead of him, because looking at him directly felt like staring at the sun.

His fingers reached out, grazing the petals of one of the roses lightly. “You arranged these?”

You nodded.

“They’re… delicate,” he said after a pause, his voice thoughtful. “But strong at the same time.”

You glanced at him, surprised by his words. Most people only saw the surface of flowers—their colors, their scent—but Yeosang spoke about them as if he truly saw them.

“I like that,” he added, meeting your gaze again. “It suits you.”

You felt warmth creep up your neck, your hands tightening slightly around the empty basket you were holding.

“I—I just put them together,” you mumbled, suddenly feeling shy under his direct attention. “The flowers do all the work.”

Yeosang tilted his head slightly, as if considering your words. “Even so… they wouldn’t be this beautiful without your touch.”

Your heart was doing ridiculous things now—skipping, fluttering, filling your entire chest with a feeling too big to name.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world around you faded, the studio noise turning into background static. It was just you and Yeosang, standing among the flowers, as if time had momentarily paused just for the two of you.

Then, before you could think of anything else to say, a staff member called his name from across the room.

Yeosang glanced in their direction, then back at you, as if reluctant to leave.

But before he stepped away, he hesitated.

Then, with the same quiet gentleness as before, he looked at you and said,

“I hope we meet again.”

And then he was gone.

You stood there for a long moment, staring after him, your heart racing in a way you couldn’t control.

Yeosang.

You hadn’t expected to see him again. And yet, you had. And now, you wanted to see him again. More than anything.

Even after Yeosang walked away, you found yourself unable to move. Your heart was still racing, your mind replaying his words over and over again.

I hope we meet again.

It was such a simple sentence, but the way he had said it—soft, sincere—made it feel like a promise.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You still had work to do.

With careful hands, you moved around the studio, adjusting the flowers, making sure every bouquet looked perfect. You knew that soon, these flowers would be captured in photographs, immortalized in magazines and social media posts.

But even as you worked, your eyes kept drifting toward Yeosang.

He was standing in front of the camera now, his movements fluid and graceful. Each time he shifted into a new pose, it was as if he had stepped out of a fairytale—like a fairy prince caught between reality and a dream.

You had never seen someone like him before. He was beautiful in a way that almost hurt to look at.

Your chest tightened, an unfamiliar ache blooming inside you.

It wasn’t just his beauty—it was the way he carried himself, the quiet presence that seemed to surround him. It was the way he listened when he spoke to you, as if your words mattered.

You swallowed hard, blinking quickly.

Get it together.

You forced yourself to focus on the flowers, double-checking every little detail. Even though your part in the photoshoot was small, you wanted to do it well. You wanted to be proud of your work.

And maybe—just maybe—you wanted Yeosang to notice.

-----

By the time the shoot was winding down, you had started packing your things, carefully placing your empty baskets into the delivery bag.

You had just slung the bag over your shoulder when you heard footsteps approaching.

You turned around, and there he was.

Yeosang.

Your heart jumped into your throat.

He was walking toward you, his expression soft, his gaze steady. Up close, he looked just as breathtaking as he did in front of the camera.

For a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

“Are you done with work?” Yeosang asked, his voice gentle.

You nodded quickly. “Y-yeah. I was just about to head out.”

Yeosang hesitated, then tilted his head slightly. “What are you doing after this?”

You blinked. That was… unexpected.

“Um… going home, I guess,” you answered honestly.

Yeosang’s lips curved into a small smile. “Do you have someone waiting for you there?”

Your breath caught. Was he asking if you were—?

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I live alone.”

Yeosang’s smile deepened just slightly, something warm flickering in his eyes.

“So you’re single?” he asked, his voice casual but his gaze unreadable.

You felt your face heat up. Was this really happening?

“Y-yeah,” you admitted, gripping your delivery bag a little tighter.

There was a pause—just long enough for your heart to hammer against your ribs—before Yeosang took a small step closer.

“Then… would you like to go on a date with me?”

The words had barely left his lips before you blurted out,

“Yes!”

Yeosang blinked, surprised by your eagerness. Then, to your absolute horror, you realized what you had just done.

You had answered before he even finished speaking.

Your face burned, and you covered your mouth with your hand, looking away in embarrassment. “I-I mean… um…”

Yeosang chuckled softly, his own ears tinged pink. “That was fast.”

“I—” You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut for a second. “I just… I wasn’t expecting you to ask that. And I got excited. And—I mean, you don’t have to—”

Yeosang shook his head, his smile growing. “I want to.”

You stopped rambling instantly, your eyes widening.

He wanted to?

Yeosang seemed amused by your reaction, but his expression was as sincere as ever. “I’ll come to the flower shop to pick you up. If that’s okay.”

You nodded quickly. “Yes. That’s… that’s okay.”

Another small silence stretched between you—soft, a little awkward, but in a way that made your chest feel warm instead of uncomfortable.

Finally, Yeosang glanced toward the staff packing up equipment, then back at you. “I should go help clean up.”

You nodded, still feeling a little dazed.

Yeosang hesitated for just a second longer, then gave you another small smile. “I’ll see you soon.”

And then he was gone again, leaving you standing there, clutching your bag like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

You barely remembered walking out of the studio. Your mind was too full, your heart too loud.

Yeosang had asked you on a date.

And you had said yes.

Before he even finished asking.

You groaned softly to yourself, covering your face with your hands as you stepped outside. This was really happening. And for the first time in a long time, you couldn’t wait for the evening.

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The evening air was crisp as you locked up the flower shop, the soft jingle of the bells on the door ringing in your ears. The sky had begun to turn a dusky shade of purple, the last traces of daylight fading into the horizon.

As you turned to step away from the entrance, you noticed a sleek black car parked right outside the shop.

And then, as if time slowed for a second, the door opened, and Yeosang stepped out.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He looked effortlessly handsome, dressed in a simple dark sweater and jeans, his hair was on soft curls, tousled like he had just walked out of a dream. His gaze found yours immediately, and a small, gentle smile appeared on his lips.

“Are you ready to go?”

You nodded, feeling warmth spread through your chest at the sight of him. “Yeah, I just finished closing up.”

Yeosang glanced at the door behind you as if checking to make sure you had properly locked it, then nodded in approval. “Good.”

You noticed a subtle hint of cologne in the air as he stepped closer, the scent light and fresh—almost calming.

“Come,” he said, motioning toward the car. “Get in. The driver will take us to the café.”

You blinked.

Wait…

You had assumed Yeosang would drive himself, but now that you thought about it, it made sense that an idol wouldn’t risk being seen too much in public.

You hesitated for just a moment before nodding. “Okay.”

Taking a deep breath, you stepped toward the car and opened the door. But just as you were about to slide in, you froze.

Inside, three pairs of eyes were staring at you. Your heart nearly stopped.

Seonghwa. San. Wooyoung.

All three of them were sitting there, looking just as surprised as you were. Your eyes widened in shock, and instinctively, you turned back toward Yeosang.

You did not tell me there would be people in here!

Yeosang, completely unaffected by the tension, simply gestured toward the seat next to an empty seat. “Sit here.”

Your body moved before your brain could catch up, and you hesitantly slid into the car, still reeling from the unexpected company. Yeosang followed right after you, sitting beside you in a way that left barely any space between you.

The car door shut, sealing you inside the awkward silence.

For a few unbearable seconds, no one said a word.

You could feel the three members’ curiosity burning holes into your side, their eyes darting between you and Yeosang. The air in the car was thick with the weight of a thousand unspoken questions.

And your cheeks—oh, your poor cheeks—were growing hotter by the second.

Then, just when you thought you might actually melt from the awkwardness, Yeosang, completely unbothered, started speaking like nothing was wrong at all.

“The café we’re going to has a really nice atmosphere,” he said, looking at you with that calm, gentle expression of his. “It’s quiet, and the desserts are really good.”

You blinked, momentarily distracted. “Oh… really?”

Yeosang nodded. “They have these flower-shaped pastries. You might like them.”

You felt yourself relax just a little, latching onto the topic of flowers—something familiar, something comforting. “That sounds beautiful. Do they taste as good as they look?”

Yeosang tilted his head slightly, thinking. “They do. But I think you’d be a better judge of that than me.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Maybe.”

As you got lost in the conversation, the tension in the car seemed to ease. Yeosang’s voice was steady, unhurried, like he was pulling you into a quiet little bubble where only the two of you existed.

For the first time since getting into the car, you glanced around.

San was still watching the two of you, but now his lips were curled into a barely hidden smirk. Wooyoung, sitting next to him, had an amused look in his eyes, as if he was trying very hard not to burst out laughing. And Seonghwa… Well, Seonghwa looked more like he was still processing what was happening.

It was clear they had not been expecting Yeosang to bring someone with him.

Yeosang, however, remained completely unaffected.

He leaned back slightly, resting his arm against the seat. “They also serve really good tea,” he continued, as if the entire car wasn’t filled with three other people shamelessly eavesdropping.

You bit your lip, suppressing a small laugh. “What kind of tea?”

“The kind that makes you feel warm inside.”

Something about the way he said it made your heart flutter.

Your fingers fidgeted slightly in your lap, and for a moment, you forgot all about the awkwardness. Instead, all you could think about was how warm Yeosang made you feel and somehow, even with three extra people in the car, this still felt like a date.

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The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of a quaint, beautifully decorated café, its windows glowing softly in the dim evening light. The sight alone was enough to make your heart flutter—fairy lights were strung around the entrance, and through the windows, you could see the soft, rustic interior that gave the place a cozy charm.

You turned toward the three members still seated inside and then you looked at the driver. “Thank you for the ride,” you said politely, giving them a small, grateful smile.

Seonghwa nodded with a warm expression. “Enjoy your time.”

San smirked knowingly. “Don’t be too nervous, he doesn’t bite.”

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly at the teasing tone in his voice, but before you could respond, Wooyoung leaned forward with a mischievous grin.

“Yeosang,” he called, his voice laced with amusement. “Behave well.”

There was a playful lilt to his words, but you didn’t quite understand the joke. Yeosang, however, let out a small sigh, as if already expecting Wooyoung to say something like that.

The door closed before you could ask what he meant.

Yeosang turned to you, completely unfazed, and gently motioned for you to follow him.

“Come on,” he said softly.

You stepped out of the car, watching as it drove away, and then turned your attention to the café in front of you. The moment you stepped inside, the sweet scent of baked pastries and fresh flowers enveloped you, making you feel instantly at home.

The warm lighting, the soft hum of quiet conversations, and the beautiful display of pastries—it all felt like something out of a dream.

Yeosang led you straight to the pastry counter, where an array of desserts was laid out, some shaped so intricately they almost looked like real flowers.

You gasped softly, eyes widening with admiration. “These look so beautiful,” you whispered.

Yeosang’s lips curved slightly as he glanced at you. “Some of them look realistic, don’t they?”

You nodded, completely fascinated by the details. “But some of them… don’t look real at all,” you added with a small chuckle.

Yeosang hummed in agreement before turning to the cashier. “I’ll have the lavender honey cake,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

You glanced at the menu and decided on something different. “I’ll have the rose-infused cheesecake, please.”

As you reached for your wallet, Yeosang subtly pulled out his card and handed it to the cashier before you could even attempt to pay.

“Yeosang,” you protested lightly, looking at him with a slightly pouty expression. “I can pay for mine.”

Yeosang simply shook his head, holding his card up like it was the only correct answer. “No.”

“No?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I can pay this. It was me who invited you here so let me pay,” he repeated, his voice firm yet somehow gentle at the same time.

You blinked at him, slightly flustered but also touched by the gesture. “Okay… but next time, I’m paying,” you mumbled, crossing your arms.

Yeosang gave you a look that suggested he wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t argue further.

Once the desserts were ready, Yeosang led you to a table near the corner of the café—away from the more public seating area. It was quieter here, cozier, making it feel even more intimate.

You sat across from him, feeling the warmth of the café wrap around you like a soft blanket.

“How did you find this place?” you asked curiously, running your fingers lightly along the edge of the table.

Yeosang glanced at his dessert before meeting your eyes. “One of the members mentioned it.”

You tilted your head. “Let me guess… was it Seonghwa?”

A small smile tugged at Yeosang’s lips. “It was.”

You grinned. “I knew it. He seems like the type who enjoys quiet places like this.”

Yeosang nodded in agreement. “He likes cafés with nice aesthetics.”

Your eyes flickered back to the beautiful pastries in front of you, and you decided to take your first bite. The moment the cheesecake hit your tongue, your eyes widened. The delicate balance of rose and cream was perfect—subtle yet distinct.

“This is amazing,” you mumbled in awe.

Yeosang watched you with a soft gaze before taking a bite of his own cake. He chewed slowly, savoring the taste, then nodded slightly.

“It’s good.”

You giggled. “That’s the most Yeosang answer ever.”

He blinked, tilting his head. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged, a playful smile on your lips. “You don’t say much, but when you do, it’s very precise.”

Yeosang considered your words for a moment, then gave a small chuckle. “I suppose that’s true.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly from there.

You talked about your day, about the flower shop, about how certain flowers had different meanings. Yeosang listened attentively, his gaze never wavering as you spoke. He seemed genuinely interested, asking questions here and there, making you feel like everything you said mattered.

Then, the conversation shifted.

“What about you?” you asked, leaning forward slightly. “How was your day?”

Yeosang took a moment to think before answering. “It was busy. We had rehearsals and a few meetings before the photoshoot.”

You nodded. “That sounds exhausting.”

“It’s not too bad,” he admitted. “I like performing.”

Your heart warmed at that. There was something so genuine about the way he spoke—never overly animated, but always sincere. As you continued talking, you realized just how easy it was to be with Yeosang and how much you already loved that feeling.

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Time passed effortlessly as you sat across from Yeosang, sipping your drinks and enjoying the delicate pastries. The café, once bustling with people, had quieted down as the evening stretched on.

The soft golden glow of the lights above made everything feel warm, almost surreal. As you spoke, you noticed how Yeosang’s gaze never wavered—how he listened so intently, as if every word you said was important.

You talked about your favorite flowers, the ones that reminded you of home. You told him about the tiny joys of working at the flower shop, how you loved the way people’s faces lit up when they received a bouquet. Yeosang listened, occasionally tilting his head slightly in that endearing way he did when he was completely focused.

And in return, he told you small things about himself. His favorite season, his favorite holiday. He liked to take late-night walks because the world was quiet and peaceful then. He sometimes wrote down random thoughts in a notebook, not for anyone to read, but just to clear his mind.

You found yourself smiling at everything he said, feeling more and more drawn to him. There was something about him that felt different—like he existed in his own world, yet at the same time, he was fully present with you.

There was a connection forming between you, delicate yet undeniable.

You barely noticed how much time had passed until Yeosang glanced at his phone. He typed something quickly, then looked up at you.

“The driver is on the way,” he said softly.

You nodded, feeling a tiny pang of disappointment that the evening was coming to an end. But at the same time, your heart was light, filled with something warm and fluttering.

Yeosang stood up, waiting for you as you grabbed your things. As you stepped outside, the cool night air greeted you, making you shiver slightly. Yeosang must have noticed because he gently placed his hand on your back for a brief second, guiding you toward the waiting car.

The ride back was quiet, but it wasn’t an awkward silence—it was comfortable. You found yourself sneaking glances at Yeosang, still processing the fact that this night had actually happened.

Before you knew it, the car came to a stop in front of your place.

Yeosang got out first, and to your surprise, he walked around to open your door for you. As you stepped out, you turned to the driver with a grateful smile.

“Thank you for the ride,” you said politely.

The driver nodded with a kind smile before pulling away, leaving just you and Yeosang standing in the soft glow of the streetlights.

Yeosang shifted slightly, his hands in his pockets as he looked at you. “Did you enjoy the date?”

You felt your lips curve into a warm smile. “I really did. It was one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.”

Yeosang’s eyes softened at your words. “I’m glad.”

There was a slight pause, and then you found yourself asking, “What are you doing this weekend?”

Yeosang thought for a moment. “I have one rehearsal, but after that, I’m free.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you hesitated for only a second before saying, “Would you like to see me again?”

Yeosang barely let you finish your sentence before answering, “Yes.”

The eagerness in his voice made you smile even wider. It reminded you of earlier that day when you had answered just as quickly.

Yeosang seemed to realize it too because his lips quirked slightly, the smallest hint of amusement in his expression. Then, without warning, he reached out and gently took your hand in his.

His fingers curled around yours, warm and soft, and he gave your hand a small squeeze.

“I really enjoyed my time with you,” he admitted, his voice quieter, more intimate. “I’d love to see you again this weekend.”

Your heart swelled at his words.

“Me too,” you said sincerely.

Yeosang let go of your hand for just a second—to take out his phone. You quickly exchanged numbers, and once you had saved his contact, you hesitated before looking up at him again.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The night air was cool, the world quiet around you, but all you could focus on was him. And then, before you could fully process what was happening, Yeosang leaned in ever so slightly. His movement was slow, deliberate, giving you time to react if you wanted to pull away. But you didn’t.

His lips brushed softly against your cheek, light as a feather, warm and fleeting. The moment lasted only a second, but the effect it had on you was instant. Your breath hitched. Your skin burned where his lips had been. Yeosang pulled back, his gaze unreadable, but the slight pink tinge on his ears didn’t go unnoticed.

You swallowed, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, your voice slightly shaky. “We’ll talk about the weekend more tomorrow.”

Yeosang nodded slightly, his lips curving into the softest smile. “Goodnight.”

With that, he took a step back, turning toward the car that was waiting for him. You watched as he got inside, and just before the car drove away, he looked at you one last time through the window.

And then he was gone.

You stood there for a long moment, staring at the empty street, your fingers still tingling from where he had held your hand.

Tonight was a night you would never forget. And so would be the weekend, you just knew it.

The End.

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frenchkisstheabyss · 2 years ago

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7 Psychopaths: Seonghwa

x Summary: You are X, a seasoned assassin, and your boss has just assigned you an unusual task. You have two weeks to gather six men for a top-secret mission that requires their unique brand of psychopathy. The trick is, you've got romantic history with all of them.

A detail that might make this a walk in the park or the fight of your life. Time to find out...

x Pairing: assassin!seonghwa x assassin!chubby!fem!reader

x Genre: angst/crime au/smut

x Word Count: 1.8k-ish

x Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, some moments of deep/hard sex w/ scratching, sex in the desert cause danger is fun, pet names (baby), Hwa likes to talk dirty, fire, side character death via said fire, blood, teeth pulling w/ pliers, mini-explosion, a punch gets thrown, a lil enemies to lovers, strong language, tried to cover it all but lmk if anything's missing!

x A/N: This is #4 in a series of 6 stories featuring two members from TXT, two from ATEEZ, and two from Stray Kids. They all follow the same theme and can be read chronologically or you can jump around. I support the chaos.

Previous Psychopath: Wooyoung | Next Psychopath: Soobin | OR Start From The Beginning

The average adult has 32 teeth. 28 if they’ve had their wisdom teeth taken out. Seonghwa shoves a pair of pliers into the mouth of the man he has tied up in the trunk of a car, clamping the metal jaws around the first molar on the right side. The man’s screams are agonizing, his wrists and ankles fighting against the frayed rope as the root tears out of place. Seonghwa holds it in the red glow of the taillights, ignoring the blood soaked cries of his present company.

“You really should brush your teeth more'' he frowns, noting the plaque buildup on the bloody tooth before tossing it aside. “Don’t worry though. Once I’m done you won’t have any left to brush.” Seonghwa grabs him by the neck, shoving the pliers into his mouth as a mixture of spit and blood drips down the man’s chin. Gripping the next tooth in line, he rips it out much easier than the last and the screaming continues. 2 down, 30 to go.

If they were somewhere in the city Seonghwa might've done something to quiet him down. Duct tape his mouth shut. Shove a sock in there. But this is the desert, the absolute middle of nowhere, during a time when even the sun has abandoned them. There are no people for miles in either direction and any encounter with the other living creatures that stalk the desert night is sure to end in this man's death. Make no mistake. He will die either way but first, there’s business to attend to.

“You have the misfortune of having a lot of teeth,” Seonghwa grins, waving the pliers around with tooth number 4 wedged between metal, “Fortunately, I don’t have a lot of time so why don’t you tell me what I wanna know and we can go our separate ways.” “You…you’re gonna let me go?” the man blubbers, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Of course, I will.” A lie. “Don’t fuck with me, man!” “I’m not fucking with you.” Another lie. Seonghwa takes a seat on the edge of the open trunk, patting the man on the shoulder like they’re two old friends grabbing a beer. “I’ll let you go. I always keep my word.” The final lie. The biggest lie of them all.

But it works. In seconds the man confesses to Seonghwa, a sinner in search of forgiveness. He answers every question without pause. Spills the details of who hired him for the job that led to their paths crossing. Hell, he even starts in on his troubled childhood, going on about his mommy issues until Seonghwa can’t stomach his voice anymore. “Alright, well, thanks for that,” Seonghwa sings, hopping up and tossing the pliers into the trunk before walking out of view. “Hey! Where are you going?” the man shouts, wiggling towards the edge of the trunk.

Idling a safe distance away is Seonghwa’s car, soft white headlights illuminating the horizon as classical music flows from the radio almost too lightly to be heard. He pops the trunk, retrieving a 5 gallon gas canister. “Calm down, I’m coming back,” Seonghwa huffs, dragging himself back to the other car. The man’s eyes widen when he sees the canister, what little color is left in his pale skin drains to nothing. “No! You can’t do that! You gave me your word! You’re fucking crazy.”

Seonghwa digs a lighter out of his back pocket, flicking the top off of the canister with his thumb, “I know.”

You awaken from your slumber like a sweet baby angel to the gentle sound of orchestral music. The surface beneath you is the softest you’ve slept on in days and the blanket wrapped around you must be made of some luxurious fur because regular cotton could never feel this lush. You sit up, yawning, eyelashes fluttering, and wait for your vision to adjust. As the sleep wears off you suddenly notice how dry your throat is. Then there’s the pain. You bring your hand up to the side of your neck, touching the tender spot where you were injected with something, and it all comes back to you.

Woo. Seonghwa. They did this. Where are you? The driver’s side door swings open just as the pieces shift back into place. Nearby screams muffled by the crackling of a raging fire draw you in like a moth to a flame. There’s thumping inside the trunk of the other car. You’re too concerned about if you’re next to care who’s in there. “You’re up!” Seonghwa cheers, hopping into the car and turning to check the backseat where you’ve been passed out for hours. “How’s it going, baby?” “‘Baby’, my ass!” you shout, punching him in the face. You hate to hit something so pretty but he deserved it.

“You fucking drugged me!” Seonghwa holds his nose, tapping his foot to distract from the pain, “I did it for your own good.” “For my own good? You set me up. Where’s Woo? Son of a bitch.” Blinded by your anger, you storm out of the car, charging barefoot through the desert with the blanket still around you. Seonghwa chases after you, his head tilted back to avoid a nosebleed, “You can’t just walk around out here. You’re gonna get hurt!” “I’ll get hurt?” you scoff, turning back to launch another hit in his direction.

Seonghwa grabs you by the wrist, bringing an arm around your waist to hold you to him, “Look at me and tell me you think I’d ever bring harm to you.” The aching in your neck tells you not to trust him again but your heart won’t let you forget your shared history. All of the times he’s put his life on the line to protect you before. Whatever he’s done, there must be a reason. It better be a good one. Seonghwa lets out a sigh of relief as he senses your body has begun to relax. The fire behind him has doubled in size, making it impossible to ignore.

“Who’s in the trunk?” you ask, kissing the bridge of his nose right where your punch landed. It takes everything in him not to blush. “Someone that did want to hurt you but don’t worry. I hurt him first.” “What did he want with me?” “You’re joking, right?” he laughs, “There’s a trail of corpses behind you in the name of a mission no one knows anything about. They’re coming for you. You have to stop.” This was bound to happen. An occupational hazard. When you run around fucking shit up you draw attention to yourself and it’s never the good kind.

This is the life you signed up for though. Turning back isn’t an option. “You know I can’t do that.” “Yes you can,” he says, the pain in his voice undeniable, “I’ll keep them off of you as long as I can but once they get to me—” You kiss him, letting the blanket fall to your feet as you cup his face. “Don’t talk like that, Hwa. I won’t let them touch you. I promise.” The kiss heats up rapidly. The knowledge that you still care for each other deeply drives you into a breathless frenzy.

You tear at each other’s clothes. His hands traverse your curves, massaging your ass and thighs. Your stomach. Your breasts. Your everything. Before you know it you’re laid out over the pile of clothes, his tongue rolling across your nipple as he parts your thighs to stroke your pussy. Your throat might be dry but your pussy’s delectably wet. Seonghwa dips a finger into you, humming against a mouthful of your breast as he taps his thumb at your clit. The finger inside of you curls in just the right way to make your hips stutter.

“Mmm, is my girl ready for another one?” You shake your head, nails raking up and down his back, “Two. I want two more.” “Anything for you” he smiles, feeding his fingers into you one by one. He moves his wrist in slow circles, giving you that satisfying fullness in your belly, all the while stretching you in preparation for the cock he can tell you want so badly. You reach down to stroke his length and it jumps for you like an overexcited puppy happy to see its owner. You are its owner. No amount of time apart will change that. You’re the only woman who's ever been able to get him hard as steel and you know it.

“No more fingers. I want you to fill me up” you whisper, tugging at his hair. Seonghwa picks up the pace, fingering you faster just to hear you scream his name. Your hips raise off of the ground, walls locked around his fingers. He wiggles them free, using the hand dripping with your arousal to stroke himself as he aligns with your entrance. He comes up to kiss you, pushing into you until he bottoms out, turning you into a giggling mess.

Watching you has him falling in love all over again. “Fuck, I love it when you’re like this,” he says, lifting one of your legs up and pounding into you. Each thrust is so perfectly angled to please you that you can't even steady your hands enough to touch him. In fact, nothing about you is steady. Your entire body reacts to his, obeying commands without a word spoken. “Ooh, your little pussy’s pulsing. Ready to cum for me already?” he teases, bouncing you on his cock. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes…” your voice trails off, nails digging deeper into his shoulders as you crack under pressure.

Seonghwa pins you down harder, slowing down to feel every moment of your release. He may have his sadistic side but his heart never softens more than when he sees you happy. And knowing that he’s the reason why? It gets him every time. He cuddles you as you come down, only peeling his body away from yours when the sudden combustion of a gas tank startles the two of you. “Aww, isn’t that romantic?” he beams. “Romantic?” “Like fireworks.” You roll your eyes, scooching over to lay your head on his chest, “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

Despite the circumstances, laying here with him is the most peaceful night you’ve had since this all began. It feels almost normal enough to pretend you don't have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Seonghwa disrupts the delusion. Someone has to do it. “Nothing I say will make you back out of this mission, will it?” You sigh, drawing hearts in the sweat that slicks his chest, “No. I have to do this, with or without you and Woo, but I’d prefer with.” Seonghwa hugs you, kissing you on the forehead, “Then ‘with’ it is.”

#seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x you #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #seonghwa angst #ateez angst #ateez x chubby reader #ateez x you #ateez x reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #ateez smut #ateez au

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sanccharine · 2 years ago

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10 | spiralling...

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries

summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn’t complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes: ateez’s san and wooyoung, red velvet's yeri, txt's yeonjun, viviz's sinb

status: ongoing a/n: i feel like i make slytherin!reader unnecessarily angsty, like babygorl (non-gendered) life isn’t that serious, go stream crazy form and relax ! also thanks to @eternallyghosting for the moral support (and stopping me from throwing my laptop at the wall)

masterlist | chapter 9 | chapter 11

You’ve been avoiding Chou Tzuyu.

Much like how she’s been avoiding you.

Well… you didn’t know how accurate the second statement was. Of course, you would have to address her at some point to come to that conclusion.

After Tzuyu had run away from you, the first thing you did was head to practice. But the ground where you agreed upon was devoid of people. Gulping, you made your way to class, ignoring both your crushing guilt and your restless arm.

While you were grateful Tzuyu, or Kang Yeosang for that matter, were nowhere to be found. You still had to face your friends.

Wooyoung and San were seated at the very back, very uncharacteristic of the latter, but you guessed the situation asked for it. Both Yeonjun and Yeri were there with them, engrossed in what was probably a retelling of the morning. The second pair was very clearly showing their backs to the professor. Fortunately for them, the teacher seemed not to care one bit because, for one, Wooyoung wasn’t even taking this subject.

As you sneaked your way in, the professor rolled his eyes at you before turning back to drone on about the class. Avoiding questioning eyes, you made it to the back of the class just as Wooyoung noticed you. Taking a spot at the empty table to his left, you held your breath as four pairs of eyes turned to you.

In an instant, Wooyoung pressed himself to your side and took your left arm. “You didn’t say anything did you?” He pushed up your sleeve up to the elbow. “Did Madam Yun give you the healing potion—ugly green in colour?” He turned your arm around. “Did she give you anything else? It doesn’t seem to have worked, hmm.”

Even if you wanted to, you didn’t have the strength to yank your hand from Wooyoung's care. But you didn’t.

Knowing him, he expected answers so you obliged with a groan. “No, I didn’t say anything. Yes, I had the potion. No, she didn’t give anything else. This is just a side effect, it will be gone by the end of the day probably.”

You avoided his eyes when Wooyoung tilted his head in question, unconvinced.

San opened his mouth, no doubt about to ask how you were doing, after all, he was the last to see you at the clinic. But Yeri beat him to it.

“Eunbi is pissed, you know,” Yeri confessed, having been at the practice you missed.

“Does she know?” you asked, as you tried to gently pry your hand from Wooyoung’s grip.

“No, but it won’t be long before she finds out,” Yeri said. She seemed detached, but you noticed. Underneath her table, she crossed and uncrossed her legs, shifting almost as much as the gears in her head.

“She won’t be happy,” Yeonjun said as San nodded.

“Woo and Sangie did their best, but I don’t think it’ll do much—”

You interrupted San, finally yanking your hand from Wooyoung. “That’s right!” you almost yelled but caught yourself just at the right moment. “What were you and Yeosang thinking? Lying to Lee? What if she wasn’t in the mood to play along with you?”

“We were thinking that you, of all people, didn’t deserve to get expelled for punching that asshole." Wooyoung rolled his eyes and moved to your hand again, straightening out your sleeve.

“I doubt Yeosang thought that—”

“He’s not as cold as he looks, you know,” Wooyoung cut you off as he moved to button your shirt, undeterred by the blood stains. “Just a stickler for rules, otherwise, he’s basically harmless.”

“It’s true,” Yeonjun piped in. “He’s actually very cute.”

Both you and Yeri threw Yeonjun a questioning glare, not really understanding how that statement was relevant to this conversation but went with it anyway.

“Regardless, if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be sitting here,” that much you could agree on. Wooyoung had moved to your tie and fixed it up as well. “Besides, with both of Lee’s star pupils having your back, there was no way she would’ve expelled you.”

That was the type of faulty thinking you never entertained in all your years at Hogwarts.

“Tzuyu definitely wouldn’t have let it happen,” Wooyoung barely got out the words, almost as if it was an internal thought that had made it to his lips without his decision.

If that was true, then why did she turn tail the second she was alone with you?

You couldn’t help but frown at the thought.

Wooyoung finally pulled away from you when Yeri spoke up again. “So how do we handle Eunbi?”

Happy that it doesn’t directly involve him, Wooyoung relaxed in his seat and bared his dimples at the rest of you.

Handle Eunbi? There was no such thing. What she says goes, and most of the time, you trusted her decision without question.

“Well, if she knows, it's her decision to bench me—”

“There's no way she’s benching you!” San said, appalled but cringed when he realised how loud his voice had come out.

“There’s no point stressing about that,” Yeonjun added, nonchalantly. “She simply can’t afford to bench you—”

“And since Lee is on your side, it's all up to Eunbi,” Yeri concluded. “She won’t bench you.”

But that was never your worry.

Frowning, you hid your trembling arm underneath the table as you turned your attention to the class. However, not before catching Yeri’s grimace.

When you exited the class later, you attempted to apologise to the professor on behalf of your friends. Unsurprisingly, you received an irate get out! from him.

The rest of the day passed you in a blur, you just followed your friends around. And when it came to the classes you shared with Tzuyu, you decided to skip them for the day. Instead, you grabbed your broom from your dorm and headed straight for Jeongyeon’s tunnel. The time through the one that connects under and out the other side of the Ravenclaw tower. If you stayed close to the water, even stray students who skipped class like you should miss you.

Within just seconds in the air, you knew something was wrong. Before you could nosedive into the lake, you brought yourself back down. While you didn’t crash face-first into the dirt, you did stumble off your broom. Not a promising sign when you have a game in less than a week.

Ignoring the way your left arm was shaking, you gripped your broom in your right and walked back to where you were. Once again, you mounted your broom and lifted off. This time around, you were stable, floating in the air but in place—classic first-year challenge. Although, it was normal to feel some sense of movement when seated on a broom—you were flying after all—it wasn’t supposed to be as obvious as it was.

Almost like a bee, you buzzed in place, twitching forwards and backwards from time to time much like your arm does. And when you tighten your grip on the broom, you just tip forward, ready to be thrown off the broom again. This shouldn’t be a problem, as a Beater you didn’t need both hands on the broom. So when you lifted your left arm away, not only did the broom straighten but also stopped acting up.

Flight came easy to you. But you couldn’t rejoice just yet.

Making circles above the lake was no difficult task, it was as if you were never injured in the first place.

The problem lay where you lost complete control of your left arm from the elbow down.

It was just thrashing around to your side, completely useless. And in the moments where you did gain some semblance of control, your muscle pulled, shooting jabbing pain up your arm and forcing you to stop flying before you could take a dip in freezing cold water. There was absolutely no way you'd be able to hold a bat, let alone aim or deflect a Bludger.

And when you switched arms, hoping to use your right as the batting hand, you might as well be possessed with how you jumped across the air on your broom.

As the sun began its descent down the sky, you decided it was time to return to your common room. You could fix this problem, you had to, you had a week to so… well, less than.

That night, you skipped dinner as well.

Unfortunately for you, Eunbi decided to do the same.

As you rose from the couch, your excuse was already on your lips. “Listen, you have to understand—”

Eunbi gestured for you to stay seated, as she made her way right to your side. “Give me your arm.”

Following orders, you pulled up your sleeve and raised it.

“It looks fine,” then she pressed on your palm, and your hand shot out of her grasp. “Never mind.”

This is the first night all over again.

The creases formed by Eunbi’s frown seemed deeper under the dim lights, ageing her much older than she was.

You wanted to ask her questions. How did she find out about your arm so quickly? Did she hear about your fight? How much of it did she hear was accurate? Who had told her? Did she know about Lee’s interference? Or about Wooyoung and Yeosang’s? Well, really Tzuyu's. What did she think about Hyukwoo? What did she think about you? Your actions? What happens now?

Every question running through your mind was another second Eunbi stayed silent.

“Did you skip your classes today?”

Now that was the last question you thought she’d ask. And who snitched on you?

“Yes,” you said with a blank expression.

“Did you practice?” she asked, for a second, her eyes flitting to the lake.

“Yes,” you nodded. “But just flying”

“How did your arm affect you then?” she asked, catching your eyes again.

“It wasn’t… It wasn't great.”

“Okay,” Eunbi nodded to herself. “We’ll have to use the same method from second year.”

“But it’s not just weak, I have no control—”

“Well, it’s our best shot. And Madam Yun says it should go away—”

“You spoke to Madam Yun about this? When did you get the time—?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Eunbi shrugged as she folded her arms, physically defending herself even when her words were dismissive. “I want you to practice whenever you can and always with someone. Preferably with Yeri, of course."

Eunbi paused to consider something.

"Did you try to fly handless?"

Now, why didn't you think of that?

"No, I didn't."

It wouldn't be hard for you, not really. But in a game, especially with your role, accuracy was vital. Automatically, as one hand swings the bat, the other will find its place on the broom. You simply couldn't afford to steer handless.

Eunbi seemed to come to the same conclusion.

"That's not a problem," she nodded. "Whether you want to fly or bat with that hand is your choice but whatever you choose, focus on consistency, not strength.”

Although she didn’t explicitly say the words, it was clear she believed your hand wouldn’t be cooperating in time for the game. Perhaps, she was right.

“Don’t get all mopey about it,” Eunbi said, gently smacking your right shoulder. “If anything goes south, we can figure it out on the spot.”

When you just stared at your hand, Eunbi grabbed your chin and forced you to look at her.

“Just practice and keep me updated daily, alright?” Eunbi ordered. “We’re not losing the game, trust me.”

You nodded, believing her.

“Now that’s over with,” Eunbi sighed, and folded her arms again. “I heard you soiled my Transfiguration textbook.”

Shit.

You don’t even know where it was.

Last you remembered, you’d thrown it to the ground before you charged at Hyukwoo. Or was it at Madam Yun’s after you'd been dropped there by San?

Eunbi scoffed with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll get you another textbook but don't expect a free pass this time. We'll annotate it together and I'm testing how well you've studied so far. "

Yeah, that was deserved.

"We can figure that out sometime after the game, and try not to destroy it this time.”

With another pat on your shoulder, Eunbi headed for the dorms.

“I’m sorry,” you turned around in your seat and called out. "Really!"

“Whatever,” Eunbi threw a hand in the air, clearly too tired to care about this.

“Hold on, are you going to sleep? Now? Did you have dinner?”

“I had a bread roll—”

“Are you serious right now—?”

“Tell me what to do when you’re not being all sad and shit. You go eat dinner,” Eunbi said in a flippant manner as she took the stairs.

“Eunbi!”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” and with that she disappeared.

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a/n: literally nothing happens in this chapter im sorry. also if you all are sick of reading the same fucking day for like the last four chapters, you don't understand HOW SICK i am of writing this stupid day. like slytherin!reader stop fucking crying waah waah waah i dont want to hear it !!

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