#woosan coded

[guzhufuren]

is this the himbo boyfriend you all were on about

[bathic]

This is Woosan conversing.

[maximura]

[footprinttreza]

bouncy era’s wooyoungie is the prettiest 🥺🙆🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️

[ynnova]

( CODE NAME : LIP WAR. ) woosan x ninth member!f!reader ✶ poly!ateez

──── you and wooyoung get into a small ' argument ' and san gets pulled into the middle of it. you're using the word argument lightly though.

2024 ୨୧ word count : 3.5k ୨୧ warnings : language, semi-overdramatic yn but wooyoung lowkey matches that, lots of kissing, suggestive, mxm ୨୧ mdni

when you woke up this morning, you weren't exactly surprised by the position you were in. you and wooyoung were entangled together, limbs wrapped around each other and the hotel blankets haphazardly and surprisingly still on the bed.

your head rested on wooyoung's chest while his was somewhat resting on top of yours. you could faintly hear his snores from how close he was. your leg was thrown his own which was also slotted between both of yours.

"yah, look at these two," you hear a voice say, but you haven't fully registered who it was that was talking. you heard a voice let out a low chuckle in response before you felt a hand rub up and down your back. the feeling is what officially drew you out of your sleep. turning your head the best you could, you are greeted with the sight of both hongjoong and seonghwa looking down at the two of you. seonghwa had been the one to run his hand down your back.

pulling away from wooyoung slightly, you attempt (a poor attempt but an attempt no less) to pull seonghwa into bed with you. tugging on his hand and a pout on your lips.

"haha, no baby, you and woo need to get up," he says, using his free hand to brush the mess of hair out of your eyes.

"but, oppa–

"hey, don't pull that card on me," he says, his tone a mixture of teasing and seriousness, but the smile on his face tells he's not being serious in his scolding. "we have a schedule today, baby."

"later?" you ask and seonghwa nods before leaning down and kissing up.

"but you and wooyoung need to get up," he says once more before he's moving away from you. you let out a groan before you're turning back over to look at wooyoung who is still dead to the world. must be nice, you think before pulling away from him and sitting up.

your movement caused wooyoung to let out a groan as he began to stir a little. you place both your hands on his cheeks, squishing them as you move his head back and forth. "wooyoung, wake up," you say, voice a little groggy sounding from having just woken up. you saw his eyebrows furrow, but he still didn't open his eyes. "hey! we have a schedule today! wake! up!" you say, moving his head as you talk.

wooyoung lets out another groan as his hand comes up to your own face to try and push you away. "ugh," you say when one of his fingers smash against your nose, and you let go of his face in order to move away from his hand.

"wooyoung," you say, a little annoyed as you rubbed your nose.

"i'm getting up, give me a minute," he mumbles, eyes now open and looking at you as you get out of bed. you move past hongjoong and seonghwa who were still in your hotel room to go to the bathroom. you close the bathroom door behind you as you start to get ready, you can hear your three boyfriends talking to each other before you hear your hotel door open and close.

when you get out of the bathroom, you see hongjoong helping you straighten up your bed. walking over to him, you press a kiss to his cheek with a small 'thank you' as you go over to your clothes.

that's when you notice wooyoung had left without saying anything.

"where did wooyoung go?" you ask, pulling out the outfit your stylist wanted you to wear.

"he went to go get ready," hongjoong said as he sat in one of the hotel chairs as you began to change. you threw your pajamas on the bed before pulling your clothes on. you couldn't believe wooyoung left without saying anything, or even a kiss!

bastard.

"is the fansign all we have today?" you ask, looking over to your captain who was waiting for you while scrolling on his phone.

"yeah, and then we're free to do whatever," hongjoong says as he stands up and walks over to you just as you pull your shirt over your head. hongjoong leans over to grab the necklace your stylist picked out before helping you put it on.

the two of you share a quick kiss before you go and put the rest of your jewelry in. once you're done, you grab your phone and bag before following hongjoong out of your room and down to where the rest of the members are. still salty about wooyoung.

"you look so pretty, baby," san says as you all are in the dressing room for the fansign. san comes up to you and sits next to you when he notices you by yourself. you had just gotten done with your hair and makeup and wanted to relax before the fansign started.

"thank you, sannie," you say, hand running over one of his broad shoulders before you both lean in and kiss each other.

that was the good thing about the public knowing about you and san – you could kiss and act like a couple in front of non-kq staff without the worry of them exposing anything.

when san pulled away you couldn't help but laugh at how your lip gloss had slightly smudged onto his. san licked his lips, tongue darting out and his eyes widened a little by the taste.

"strawberry? is this a new lip gloss?" he asks and you nod your head.

"miran-unnie bought it for me when we hung out and i'm just now getting to try it," you tell him.

just as san was about to say something, a figure appears in your vision before you suddenly feel a weight on your lap. looking down you see wooyoung laid across both yours and san's lap, his head resting comfortably on your thighs.

"what are you guys talking about?" wooyoung ask looking between you and san.

"y/n was telling me about her new lip gloss," san explains as wooyoung looks up at your face.

"what flavor?"

"strawberry," you answer as san's thumb comes up to gently fix the small smudge that your kiss had caused.

"are you gonna let me taste it later?" wooyoung asks, voice lower than what it was so only you three could hear him. you look down at him, his eyes already watching you – watching your lips. you're still upset that he didn't kiss you this morning, but no.

no kisses for wooyoung right now.

"hm, no~" you say teasingly as you watch wooyoung's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. out of the five years you've been dating, you've never truly outright denied wooyoung of a kiss. the two of you have probably kissed the most out of all nine of you. the two of you just liked kissing each other, nothing more to it.

so you denying wooyoung like this surprised not only him, but san as well. wooyoung then sat up, forcing himself in-between you and san as he looked at you like you grew a second head.

"why?" he asks, still not able to believe you. of course, he and the guys have always respected that if you didn't want to be touched or kissed then they wouldn't. but this is still wooyoung we're talking about, he would respect you but still want to know why.

"because~" you say with a shrug before getting up and moving across the room to where mingi and yunho sat.

mingi greeted you with a smile, wrapping his arm around you and bringing you closer to him.

wooyoung turns to san with a confused look, "what's up with her?" he asks and san can only shrug his shoulders in response.

wooyoung had decided that if you wanted to be a little bratty then so could he. if you didn't want to kiss him, that's fine, but he could tell there was more to this than you not wanting him to taste your lip gloss.

no, there was definitely something that you weren't telling him. he ran through the events of this morning to try and figure out if you were actually mad at him or if you were just being overdramatic. it was the latter but he hasn't figured that out yet.

so wooyoung came to the conclusion that two could play at your game. and during the entire fansign, wooyoung made sure you knew he was there. and unfortunately san had unknowingly been dragged into it as any time you got close or went up to san during the fansign, wooyoung would make sure to come in-between the two of you.

now why did wooyoung drag san into this? well because he knew how attached you and san were to each other. wooyoung never really wanted to admit it, but he knew san was something similar to your first love. the two of you started dating first, you opened up to san a lot more quicker – all of this kind of boiled down to why you even picked to go public with san when the company had told you to pick one. no one was upset that you naturally drew to san, not even wooyoung. on top of all. of that, you probably kissed san the most right after himself.

so if you wouldn't kiss wooyoung, then you wouldn't kiss san either.

so the entire fansign you couldn't once get close to san without wooyoung appearing. he's pretty sure a lot of atiny captured the confusing looks both you and san would give him. and eventually, you stopped trying to go over to san, instead opting to either interact with the other members or the fans.

even after the fansign was over, wooyoung refused to leave you and san alone. you tried your best not to let your frustration towards your boyfriend show, especially since you all were still in front of staff. so you opted to just hang around seonghwa, even when it was finally time to go.

on the way back to the hotel, seonghwa couldn't help but laugh as he noticed the pout on your lips as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"what's wrong, baby?" seonghwa asks, hand coming to give your thigh a squeeze before he lets you play with his hand.

"wooyoung is being a jerk," you said with a dramatic sigh. "first he didn't kiss me before he went back to his room this morning, then he literally wouldn't let me near sannie. like what even, that bastard."

"is that what this is all about? because he didn't kiss you this morning?"

"yes... he always kisses me before he leaves my room. not to mention he also hit my nose and didn't apologize," you grumble.

"goodness, my poor y/nnie, what will i do with you?"

"can you kiss me, please?"

"of course, baby," he says as you both turn to face each other, seonghwa slots his plush lips against yours smiling as he feels how eager you are to kiss him. when he pulls away, his runs his tongue over his lips, "new lip gloss?"

"its strawberry," you say.

"i like it," he says before kissing you again and no doubt smudging your lip gloss, but you don't care. you had no more schedules and couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.

back at the hotel, you had managed to convince seonghwa to come to your room with you. seonghwa had told you he would be in your room after he changed. walking into your hotel room, you quickly got changed before you laid down on your bed, waiting for seonghwa.

you were in the middle of reading your book when a knock sounded on your door. getting up, you walk over to answer it, thinking it was seonghwa, "wow, you changed fast, oppa."

however, you were not greeted by seonghwa, instead san was standing in your doorway, dressed in his usually black shirt and grey sweatpants.

"hi, pretty," he says, and you smile at him before you let him in, closing the door behind him.

"what are you doing?" you ask as you lay back down on your bed with him joining you.

"nothing, i just wanted to see my girl," he says as he pulls you into his arms.

"since wooyoung decided that we couldn't be together," you reply back teasingly, cause san to laugh in return.

"he told me on the way back that he was doing it because he was trying to play your game, whatever that means," he said, "he said that since you were being a brat, then he could also be a brat."

"ugh, whatever, he's the one that didn't kiss me this morning. only far if i didn't do it back," you say back with an annoyed huff.

"all this over a kiss?" san asked, eyebrow raised and he had the same tone as seonghwa did when you told me.

you shrug your shoulders, "you guys spoil me," you say as you sit up to look at san who laughed at your response.

"so its our fault that you expect kisses?"

"that's right, you guys give me too much love," you say, leaning down to kiss him as you feel his hands grab at your hips. your own hands rested on his chest, easily feeling his muscles underneath his shirt. without breaking the kiss, you move to straddle his lap with your hands running up and down his abs before sliding underneath his shirt. san's hands were no better, one running underneath your own shirt while his other one squeezed your ass.

however, before you both could do anymore another knock sounded at your door. you broke the kiss sitting up, "that must be seonghwa-oppa," you say, moving to try and get up to answer the door.

another knock sounds again, this one a little more harshly than the first, "okay, okay i'm coming. calm down!" you say before opening the door. you were once again greeted with someone who wasn't your eldest boyfriend, seriously? where was he? instead it was the boyfriend you were currently "beefing" with.

"finally! about ti–

you close the door in his face before he could finish, well you tried to close it, but his stupid foot was in the way. wooyoung then easily let himself in (but were you really trying to stop him), and he comes further into your hotel room where he finds san laying down in your bed.

wooyoung then turns to look at you with a glare, pointing his finger at you as you close your door and walk past him. joining san back on the bed. "so you'll kiss him, but not me!?"

san furrowed his eyebrows letting out a small "hey" but both you and wooyoung ignored him.

"san's my boyfriend too, wooyoung," you said, deadpanning at your younger lover.

"so why won't you kiss me if i'm your boyfriend too?"

"because maybe i don't want to!" you said with a huff and wooyoung let out a groan in annoyance at you. san just sat there, watching it all.

"what did i do, y/n! just tell me so you can stop being a brat," he huffed, blowing some hair out of his face.

"you're acting pretty bratty yourself, woo," you say back as you cross your arms and lean against the headboard.

"come ooooooonn, y/nnie, i'm dying here without a kiss from you," he says before dramatically falling onto the bed. he tries to grab your ankle but you quickly pull your feet away from him, making him pout. you think you heard him mumble 'brat' under his breath but you didn't really care.

then something popped into your head as you watched wooyoung roll around and whine, eyes then drifting to san who still sat watching you both. "you want a kiss from me?" you ask, its rhetorical but wooyoung still nods. he's desperate. "okay," you say before turning to san and gently turning his head to look at you, "will you do me a favor sannie?"

"sure," he says and doesn't have time to say anything else before you're pressing your lips to his harshly. san hums into the kiss but before it could go too far, you pull away, wiping the spit that connected the two of you.

"give that wooyoung for me," you say, taking a deep breath and you notice wooyoung perking up from his spot. san can only nod before he's moving to where wooyoung is, cupping your shared boyfriend's face before he's kissing him the same way you had to san.

you watch san break the kiss, but before he could move away wooyoung is pulling him back down for another one; however, when he pulls away wooyoung says, "give that to y/n."

san obeys and you lean over to meet san as he delivers wooyoung's kiss to you. you let out a small laugh as san moves away, but again not far enough to not let you pull him back to give him yet another kiss to give to wooyoung. you move back to your original position as you watch wooyoung sit up in order to kiss san, the younger running his hands through san's hair which somehow manages to perfectly fall back into place.

this continues for several more minutes – how long exactly, you aren't sure, but you definitely aren't complaining and you don't think san or wooyoung are complaining either. your lips are starting to feel a little swollen from how long you've been kissing though and your two lovers' lips don't look any better.

san and wooyoung were kissing when a knock sounded at your door. san tried to stop you from leaving, squeezing your thigh but you slipped off the bed and over to the door.

third time's the charm, seonghwa smiled at you brushing hair out of your face as you wrapped your arms around him. who knew kissing could make you so tired. "what you doing, angel? why are your lips so swollen looking?"

"wooyoung," you say as seonghwa guides the two of you into your room, you never letting go. you hear seonghwa let out a dry laugh as he sees wooyoung and san on your bed. the eldest watches as you let go of him in order to crawl back on the bed and san takes the opportunity to kiss you, easily switching from wooyoung to you like it was second nature to him now.

"what are you all doing?" seonghwa asks as he stands at the foot of the bed, still watching you all.

"y/n wouldn't kiss me, so we are trading kisses between san," wooyoung says.

seonghwa raises his eyebrow at wooyoung's response, "still? y/nnie, just kiss him already! i don't think he'll forget to kiss you again after this."

"what?" wooyoung says, surprised by seonghwa's words. forget to kiss you? oh shit, he did forget to kiss you this morning before he left. "y/nnie," wooyoung says, crawling over to you, wrapping himself around you so you couldn't move away. "i'm sorry, baby, i promise i won't ever forget to kiss you again, just please don't make me suffer like this again," he says.

"you promise?" you say grabbing his face to make him look at you.

"i promise, baby," he says, you let out a small noise before you're finally kissing wooyoung. your lips smashing against his and wooyoung wastes no time in kissing you back. he felt like he was lost in a desert and finally found water. damn, did he love kissing you.

when you pulled away, you noticed how wooyoung finally looked at peace and you smiled at him as you moved the hair away from his face. "better?"

"you have no idea," he says, pressing a light kiss to your lips.

"well, it was nice playing kiss express with you both, but i'm gonna go lay down in my own bed," san says, leaning over to kiss both you and wooyoung before he gets up. san makes sure to give seonghwa a kiss as well before he leaves your room.

you look to seonghwa before patting the space next to you, the eldest of ateez smiles at you before joining you and wooyoung in your bed. you turn in wooyoung's hold in order to cuddle up with seonghwa.

"hwa, please turn a movie on," you ask and seonghwa nods, doing the necessary things in order to get a movie playing on the tv. then the three of you are settling in, seonghwa even pulling an extra blanket out and covering you three.

you can't help but feel sleep slowly take over as the movie plays, the sound of it acting as background noise as seonghwa's chest rising and falling softly, slowly lulling you to sleep. wooyoung was already out, his head nuzzled into your neck as his arms are wrapped around your waist. you look up at seonghwa who looks down at you with a smile.

"go to sleep, angel, i'll wake you up later," he says.

"for dinner? will you eat with me?"

"of course, get some rest," he says, kissing the top of your head as you relax back on his chest. eyes closing and sleep finally taking over.

note : wow 😮‍💨 this was a ride lol thanks for reading! title was inspired by a take with my bestie braincell 🖤

[sugawhaaa]

ATEEZ MASTERLIST

💐•°[codes/information]°•💐

🥀-smut

🌸-fluff

🌺-audio

🏵-headcanons/drabbles

🌷-series

🌹-potentially triggering content (triggers will be listed on the fanfic notes but not on the masterlist)

🎭-masquerade series

Taglist:: 💐

Actively being updated!!

💐•{OT8!MULTI-MEMBER!MASTERLISTS}•💐

🥀🌷🏵-Headcanons masterlist

🥀🌺-audio masterlist

🥀-masterpiece (woosan)

🥀-to the brim (Matz)

💐•{HONGJOONG}•💐

🥀🌸-jumping through rings

🥀🌸-perfect

🥀🌹🏵-pervy hongjoong

🥀🌹-brat

🥀🌹-is this what my princess does when she misses me?

🥀🌸-Dirty Mind

💐•{SEONGHWA}•💐

🥀🌸🌹-hot chocolate

🥀🌸🏵-christmas with seonghwa

🥀🌸-wrapped in warmth

🌷-pirate Seonghwa masterlist

🎭🌹🌷-death watch

💐•{YUNHO}•💐

Still blooming...

💐•{YEOSANG}•💐

🥀🌸-cold cocoa

🥀🌸-tongue twister

🥀-good lil boy

🌹🥀-sleepy head

🌸🥀-under your spell pt. 1

🥀-under your spell pt. 2

🌷🌹-dead city pt. 1

🥀🌸-watch your step pt. 1

🥀🌸-watch your step pt. 2

🥀-pause and replay

💐•{SAN}•💐

🌸🌷🌹-scented feelings pt. 1

🥀🌷🌸-scented feelings pt. 2

🌷🌸-miss impression

🎭🌹-damn those eyes

💐•{MINGI}•💐

🌷-going fast isn't always physical pt. 1

🌷🥀-going fast isn't always physical pt. 2

🌷🥀-going fast isn't always physical pt. 3

🥀-do you want to sound like that

💐•{WOOYOUNG}•💐

🥀-unexpected euphoria

🥀🌸-experimenting

🥀🏵-pegging woo

🌹🌷-branches chapter 1:: cardboard

💐•{JONGHO}•💐

Still blooming...

[thirstkanaphan]

A Shipper's Perspective on SanSang

The San/Yeosang relationship receives positive and negative attention from the fandom. The majority of us find their bond really sweet! We coo when San clings to Yeosang and declares his love; we chuckle when Yeosang nods his head in shy acceptance.

On the extreme ends of the fandom spectrum, you encounter discourse that generally falls into two camps:

Yeosang is a hostage to San's overly-demonstrative affections

Yeosang is a homewrecker who broke up WooSan

These arguments are not new, but they increased in volume within the last year or two. I felt compelled to explore these arguments and put into words some of my complicated thoughts and feelings about this particular relationship. I also believe I'm in a unique position to comment on these arguments because...

I am a shipper. I've been in fandom spaces since I was a preteen (nearly 20 years!) and I am primarily drawn to a fandom when there is great potential for shipping. I was in the Hockey RPF fandom from 2012-2015 and wrote/consumed stories where NHL players kissed each other and sometimes got each other pregnant. These are my bona fides.

Everyone in the Hockey RPF fandom knew the rules. Don't break the fourth wall. Don't make it weird. Don't get delulu. We all understood that Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin were not secretly lovers pretending to be good friends and teammates (👀). We were there to have a good time and, more importantly, we all enjoyed hockey! I seriously got into hockey through fandom and attended many games. I still feel a huge swell of fondness when I catch the Pittsburgh Penguins on TV. THOSE ARE MY BOYS!

Before I found Ateez and joined this fandom, I was heavily into the BL genre and specifically Thai BL. The thing about Thai BL is that many of the most popular shows have nothing to do with their writing or directing or acting; they are popular because they star a "branded pair" of good-looking young men who perform fan service outside of their shows. While there are actual queer actors in the Thai BL genre, very few have the same level of global popularity as branded pairs.

ZeeNuNew, the hottest branded pair of the moment

Branded pairs are deliberately modeled on the kpop idol industry, which similarly encourages its young female audience to project m/m fantasies onto their faves. There's actually a whole Korean BL called Bump Up Business about two struggling idols (OnelyOneOf's Mill and Nine) who are paired together in a new group with instructions to appeal to fans through BGP: Business Gay Performance.

The key to a successful branded pair is to emulate as closely as possible m/m archetypes rooted in early '00s Japanese yaoi, which is the primogenitor for modern BL and remains a dominant influence in kpop fan-service.

Here are the main archetypes, as defined by the expert on the subject, AbsoluteBL:

seme: the active pursuer in the narrative (from the original attacker meaning of the word)

uke: the passive resistor in the narrative (defender)

AbsoluteBL clarifies: seme/uke is about who is in CONTROL of the relationship's story, as opposed to top/bottom, terms which come from the gay/queer community and pertain to sexual preference and (should) have nothing to do with narrative power dynamics.

Traditionally, the seme is physically larger and conventionally more masculine in appearance, while the uke is smaller and more feminine in appearance. The uke is often considered "pure" (yes, I know, problematic), which makes them all the more desirable. Female consumers project themselves onto the uke to enjoy a romantic fantasy without having to fully engage with the patriarchal bullshit baked into traditional m/f romance (AbsoluteBL calls this "heterosexual dysmorphia").

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Out of all the pairs in Ateez, SanSang are the most seme/uke-coded.

San is the pursuer. He wants to protect Yeosang because Yeosang is "cute" and "pure." San uses his size to put Yeosang into physical situations he must tolerate/endure for San's pleasure. San preens whenever Yeosang acknowledges him, compliments him, or initiates contact. San wants to take Yeosang to "Paradise" (Single's Inferno) and feed him steak in bed. Only San can kiss Yeosang, which he repeatedly tells atiny. We cannot have Yeosang, he belongs to San.

On paper (or on tumblr), this description would make anyone raise an eyebrow. For the anti-fans of this relationship, San is a bully who routinely takes advantage of Yeosang's gentle nature. I've even heard an argument that San's physical transformation prompted KQ to "reassign" him Yeosang as a fan-service partner in order to maximize their seme/uke appeal to fans. As evidence, fans point to Yeosang's tendency to flinch whenever San gets too close and his hesitancy to reciprocate when San boldly declares his love in front of the cameras.

I have a few responses to this characterization of their relationship.

Quick note: fan service is a feature, not a bug, of kpop. The HYBE internal docs that leaked last summer explicitly mentioned different ships among various Big4 groups and cited strategies for promoting certain ships among their own groups.

Ateez excels at fan service, and this is partially to do with their natural chemistry with and genuine affection for each other. But also, as a smaller company, KQ did not have the means or resources to provide media-training to Ateez in their early years AND they gave almost unfettered access to the members via the vlive app, which is how many kpop fans got to know smaller and newer groups.

The sale of vlive to HYBE, who proceeded to shut down the app and replace it with their own company-managed app, terminated that kind of easy and unrestricted access to idols.

From what I gather, Ateez's growing popularity can be attributed in part to how much the members charmed fans by being unscripted and candid in their live videos, often about their relationships with each other. Sometimes we saw too much, i.e., the Woo-San-Sang intervention during their Christmas live.

I think fans got used to a certain kind of fan service from Ateez, a kind of fan service that seemed to tease fans with a genuine "what if?" about their relationships. This was helped by the built-in narratives surrounding the members: Yunho and Mingi meeting in ninth grade; Wooyoung and Yeosang being trainees together; Seonghwa being inspired by Hongjoong to pursue his idol dream.

And of course, WooSan, but I'll get to them later.

Going to back to SanSang: if you watch their early content, you'll see that San was drawn to Yeosang and the feeling was reciprocated. You can find multiple examples of them cuddling, hugging, and being affectionate with each other going back to 2019. It's been going on since San's "twink" era!

However, while fan service comes naturally to San, it is not the same for Yeosang. In fact, while he excels at all other aspects of being an idol (such as vocals, performance, dance, visuals) he arguably lacks the instincts for fan service. He is different from someone like Jongho, who abstains from fan service unless he's in the mood, or Hongjoong, whose tsundere persona (another Japanese romance archetype) is part of the Matz appeal.

My fellow ateez meta writers have offered their thoughts about Yeosang and how he often suffers for lack of "killer instincts" within the group (they clearly adore each other, but they also fight each other for our love and attention). What is the cause of Yeosang's passivity? Is it lingering trauma from his trainee years? Is it his general tendency to be forgetful or oblivious about events happening around him? Yes, Yeosang is smart, clever, and has a dry sense of humor, but he's also the child that Hongjoong said was hardest to parent.

Then there's a Yeosang that we almost never see and we once glimpsed in a cute exchange between him and Mingi. It's implied that Mingi and Yeosang forgot they were being filmed and Yeosang spoke differently than he normally does on camera, which San observes in surprise. I am not a Korean speaker, but he sounds extra sweet and soft. If that's how he is at home, no wonder he inspires so much cuteness aggression in the members.

I'll also note that Yeosang's "flinch" response to fan service is similar no matter who handles him, whether it's Mingi, Wooyoung, or Jongho. Yet, San is his most persistent suitor and his actions draw the most attention, positive and negative.

Let's Talk About San

San's shiftable personality is something the members observed in an early vlive with Hongjoong, Mingi, Seonghwa, and Yunho.

Mingi: "which member has the most behavioral gap with and without a camera?"

Hongjoong suggests that Yeosang and Seonghwa are pretty much the same with or without a camera. But San behaves differently.

Hongjoong: "Seriously. In the absence of a camera...how should I put this...I'm having trouble putting it in a nice way...he has a pretty extreme character...his mood changes a lot...whenever we all gather for a conversation, he's like...it's fascinating! How does someone think like that? He acts like a normal person with a camera...he's very abnormal with us."

While Hongjoong is talking, the other three see San approaching and they all visibly get nervous.

San: "I heard you dissing me!"

I recap this live because I think it strengthens my interpretation of the SanSang relationship as informed more by San's personality than company mandates. I think San's extreme personality and his ability to shift into "character" in front of the camera enables him to similarly adapt to certain dynamics. He is very perceptive about what his members need out of fan service with him. He's Yunho's sweet boy; he's Seonghwa's pesky little brother; he's Jongho's favorite hyung; he's Mingi's goofball bro. We'll get to Wooyoung.

Thus, one theory is that San becomes the "seme" for Yeosang because he recognizes a need in Yeosang that isn't being met.

Let's revisit the 2024 Off The Record interview between San and Yeosang:

San: There's something I want to ask you. Did anything I did upset you?

Yeosang: Actually, for me, instead of being upset, I feel more like I owe you an apology. Because for example, when you say things like "I love you", you show your love and affection, for me it's not easy to reciprocate, so I feel like I owe you an apology. Sometimes, when you try to kiss me... how can I say it... my body's reaction to avoid it is automatic.

And when San replies that Yeosang has done nothing to upset him, Yeosang continues, unprompted:

Yeosang: Nothing upsets you... Thinking about it another way, this feeling of being upset, I don't think it's entirely negative. I feel like the closer the person is, It's easier to get upset about something. I often wonder if I'm not doing enough (also about taking care of San). It's a bit of a stretch to say something like "I'm going to do something to upset you," but I'm going to do my best to do it.

Let's go back a year earlier to Yeosang's message to San during San's 2023 birthday live:

Sometimes when san shows affection to me, I...hahah...because i’m a little shy, yes...so i really, i really like, i brush it away/discard it but still...to me who cannot express (affection well), Sanie approaching me like this first is (something) i’m always grateful for, and because i feel like i won’t ever be able to express that gratefulness well, so i’m sorry too, but still, i am always thinking very thankfully to Sanie who approaches me first like this.

After listening to this, San smiles softly and says, "You're mine."

I think a more cynical person could read these exchanges as Yeosang apologizing for not giving back enough to their fan service, but I think Yeosang is really saying that he wants to be an active participant in his relationship with San. He wants to be able to genuinely upset San, which he sees as a marker of close friendship. While there is still a part of him that remains uneasy with San's excessive physical affection, he wants to be more to San than just a pretty doll to play with. (Interestingly, this is how Jongho described his relationship with Wooyoung earlier in the ep: “am I an accessory to you?”) I don't think for one second that San feels anything less for Yeosang than intense care and adoration.

Given all of this, SanSang "should" work as a major ship!!

Fans should be falling all over themselves to romanticize the gentle, dominant seme coaxing the timid, traumatized uke into accepting his care and affection!

Yet instead, many in the fandom have a hard time accepting or appreciating the fan-service SanSang provide. It comes off as particularly inauthentic for them. Almost too much like a manhwa/yaoi manga.

The primary reason? WooSan.

Many folks have already written about the WooSan ship and why they find it so exciting and compelling. A lot of the reasons boil down to this: it could actually be real.

My non-shipper kpop friend, who listens to everything but doesn't participate in the fandom, told me at their concert that there was a time when she genuinely thought WooSan were in love.

The image above sums up fandom's perception of WooSan: Wooyoung leads, San follows. Wooyoung pushes, teases, pressures, initiates, while San watches him with the fondest look in his eyes. Wooyoung demands, San gives: his attention, his praise, his own flesh. For narrative purposes, Wooyoung is the seme, San is the uke.

This is an exciting dynamic for shippers, refreshing for its lack of traditional yaoi archetypes. Big, strong San getting pushed around by bratty Wooyoung and loving it. San wrote tragic fanfiction for their characters in Bouncy. San is so confident in Wooyoung's love for him that he jokes Wooyoung will "always come back" even if he strays to another members. San is Wooyoung's home.

The biggest Yeosang antis claim that SanSang is an insult to WooSan. They claim San only acts like he's close to Yeosang because the company separated WooSan after they got too close for comfort during Bouncy era. Fans point to fewer WooSan appearances and promotional activities; no more shippy moments during the logbooks; they rarely filmed tiktoks or tagged each other in instagram photos; there was less "soulmate" talk on lives and during interviews. To add insult to injury, they didn't even get a unit song: It's You is a three-man performance with Yeosang.

Another theory shared by a not-insignificant faction within the fandom is that Wooyoung would not permit himself to be put into the role of the passive, submissive uke, so KQ made the call that San should be more attentive to Yeosang.

I am sure there are multiple factors for why WooSan distanced themselves/were distanced after Bouncy-era (cue Oprah voice "were you silent? or were you silenced?"), and I do think some of that has to do with the meteoric rise of Ateez after Bouncy. I think all of them were savvy enough to realize that they could promote the group on more than just being yaoiteez, and San's skyrocketing fame contributed to that shift too, along with Wooyoung's own self-described internal character arc away from being the "sexy" member towards someone with more mystery and maturity.

I would argue that their "distance" had the result of redirecting our attention to how affectionate San already was with all the members. Suddenly we're noticing how clingy he is with Yunho, Seonghwa, and Jongho. Same goes for Yeosang. Their dynamics are nothing new, but I would argue the fandom's attention and scrutiny made it seem new.

While this cannot be an accurate measurement of anything really, compare how many fics are written about each pair:

San/Wooyoung: 7,525 works on Archive Of Our Own

San/Yeosang: 1,345 works on Archive Of Our Own

As a shipper, there are really interesting observations to make about why the SanSang ship does not work compared to the WooSan ship.

My main theory takes us back to those classic seme/uke dynamics that the SanSang dynamic reproduces through their fan service. When compared with WooSan, SanSang comes off as inauthentic because it's too obvious, too easy, too much like shipper bait. It's traditional yaoi-coded appeal is actually the turn-off!

Here's my other theory: many are uncomfortable with SanSang because it forces them to reckon with the very real Business Gay Performance scaffolding all idol fan service. Because if SanSang is obviously manufactured for attention, are other unit pairs the same?

A Final Few Words About Yeosang

Yeosang is the unfair recipient of a lot of hate by the fandom, for shipping and non-shipping reasons. It's awful and it needs to stop.

I also see a worrying trend among his staunchest defenders of infantilizing Yeosang, stripping him of agency in their battles on his behalf, whether it's for better line distribution, more solo promotions, and fashion week schedules. There was even talk of organizing protest trucks outside of KQ, which I personally find mortifying.

I sincerely hope that in the future Yeosang has more opportunities to shine as a singer, dancer, and performer. I also hope that he comes to a place of comfort and confidence in his abilities to give and receive affection from the people who love him the most, a struggle he's voiced publicly. I truly wish him the best!

A Final Few Words About Me!

As someone who was introduced to Ateez via shipping my initial understanding of these relationships was refracted through the lens of the fandom. It's rare for me to move from "fanon" to "canon" like I am with Ateez, where I'm catching up on all their content, vlogs, and interviews and trying to understand them as "real" people, to the extent that anyone can ever know an idol. I am now streaming and voting in addition to reading fic! I'm no longer lurking but actively participating as a fan! This is a whole new phase for me in my 15+ years of being in fandom.

The interesting thing about my journey is that while I entered the fandom through the side door, I've actually become more interested in their IRL relationships and dynamics. I still read fic of course, but like my Hockey RPF fandom days I am able to compartmentalize the part of my brain that goes "oh these pretty boys are in love and should kiss!" and the other part that goes "these enormously talented artists deserve my support and attention."

That being said, I still enjoy shipping and I enjoying talking about how RPF ships work in the context of the idol industry. SanSang is a great case study to think about these topics, and I hope others will respond and with their own meta.

Thank you for your time!

[acciocriativity]

-> When they reject you…

… but it wasn't a confession (MATZ Version)

Genre: angst (I'm sorry)

Warnings/tags: angst; unrequited love (?); Seonghwa being a little asshole; heartbreak; just betrayal guys

WC: 1,4 k

N/A: Yes, this is inspired by that Colin scene in Bridgerton, to be honest I still not forgave him for that.

Please reblog my work if you enjoyed it, it helps to reach other people <3

WOOSAN version

Ateez Masterlist

Park Seonghwa (박성화)

You had no reason to be up right now. Actually if anything, you should’ve been sleeping for hours now to rest for the early morning ahead of you, yet somehow you were still waiting to make sure he was safe and sound.

You heard them from the hallway, a combination of the dead silence in the building and their loud voices. You heard only sounds that didn’t make any sense to you, but it made you get up in hurry.

This isn’t good, there was something wrong with Seonghwa, you knew it.

The apartment was small, there wasn’t stairs to go down or a long way to cross to reach the door. In a few steps after you left your room, Seonghwa’s and Yunho’s voices became clear to you.

“Shh, keep your voice down, are you trying to wake everyone up?”, Yunho whisper-screamed, but his tone was far from angry, there was a residue of laughter on his voice.

“No”, he almost whined as you heard the constant jiggles from Seonghwa’s chains bag, like he was struggling against Yunho. “I told you I don’t want to live with her anymore, take me to the dorms for the night”.

That took you by surprise, you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

Ever since you two became roommates two years ago, he never gave you any signs that he needs some time away from your company, which would be completely okay, but to hear him say that to his friend made you feel so humiliated. You tried so hard to be friendly, to make him and all of his friends at home and all he did was pretend to do the same, welcoming you into his life.

Was this how he talked about you behind your back? Did they all know he hated living with you?

You feel something burning, maybe it was the bit of love for him, you had or the tears you refused to cry over this.

“Hyung, com’on, it's not that bad, you need to sleep and think clearly about this”, Yunho tried his best for a while, you could tell this wasn’t the first or second time he said those words.

They got closer to the door, only then you realized you were spying on them. If you were embarrassed before, now you felt mortified, but somehow you couldn’t move an inch.

What exactly made him feel uncomfy at home, because you were completely in the dark about those feelings, whatever they were. Did he seem off those days? You can’t remember, he was as sweet to you as he’s always been. But the man on the other side of the door was done, he was huffing and puffing like an immature child because he didn’t want to be at your home. The Seonghwa you thought was a friend couldn’t be more different than the man you are listening to right now.

“She is that bad”.

You breathe in.

There’s no way, absolutely no way.

“You should just tell her, y’ know”, Yunho said in that soft tone you hear more than once directed at you.

“I did”, Seonghwa raised his voice and that startles you. “She just doesn’t get the hint, I gave her too many signs to move on already”.

You don’t hear whatever answer Yunho gave him nor the sequential sounds of each number of the door code. You could only hear all the deep conversations you had together, where he told you he would be there for you anytime you needed, that he’d give a shoulder when you needed one. He was the one that made you open up to him and for what?

The door opened wide

They stood there like two idiots caught dirty-handed. Seonghwa couldn’t look at you in the eyes, a fucking coward he truly was. He was just like the others in your life, your worst nightmare became true.

There were tears pooling in your eyes as you closed more and more in your own head again, all of those months worth of improvement wasted.

Your mind screamed for you to move, to run out of there as fast as you could to as far as possible. But why should you? The voice in your head was bitter and angry. This was your apartment at first, even though you didn’t hesitate to call it ‘our’.

“Leave then, am I forcing you to live here with me? Did I even say I was interested in you? Get your shit by tomorrow night and get off my face.

You shut the door close on their faces.

Kim Hongjoong (김홍중)

The library wasn’t as empty as you wished it would be at 21:39, to study or do something near closing hours would be pointless for most, but you needed only more 79 words to finish your essay and your mama raised no bitch.

You watch the numbers change on your phone, exactly 20 minute from now you have to finish this. You’ve been here all evening, you can’t bring yourself to do it at home. No, you are going to finish this, get home, get a nice shower and re—

“I think you’re actually going insane, no offense though”.

You could recognize that voice anywhere. That fucker said he didn’t have time to study with you, again. Did he come to check on me? The thought crossed your head, but you shut it down just as fast, that wouldn’t make any sense, would it? He was ignoring you for a week now, no calls, no texts, nothing. Did he even know you were here? He would, if he saw the text you sent at noon.

You stared at your screen, the white was blurring your vision after so long. You took that as a sign to take a little 5-minute break.

Alright Hongjoong, this is your last chance to redeem yourself, this is the last time I’d bother to try.

You couldn’t see where he was from your seat, but his voice seemed to be coming from the sets of tables on the other side of the bookshelves. At the very least he deserved a little jump scare, he should have it coming as payback, so you don’t feel bad as you tiptoed to spy on where he was.

You moved a couple books to the side to see it better. He had his phone glued to his ear as he paced around. Distracted, as you needed, but the little mischievous demon on your shoulder disappeared as you paid close attention to his distressed disposition. There were few moments where you saw him so tense and stressed. Whatever the other person was saying, wasn’t good news.

“No, that’s… I see, but that makes it worse, no? I can’t tell her like this, hm…”

The lilac pencil case on top of the table distracted you from the big picture. The table was a mess from two people, the distinction was clear as day. Hongjoong wouldn’t be caught dead with anything other than black or red on his bag. It was clear it wasn’t his, so whose was?

The answer walked in with a concerned look on her face. Was that the ‘her’ in the conversation? He ended the call as soon as she got close. They stood near each other, too near for two people who just met.

“Are you sure she’s going to be okay?”, she leaned into him as if on instinct, a feeling you could relate to, he had something in him that attract people to him.

He took a deep breath. “I don’t know, I wish to keep a normal friendship with her someday”.

“It’s better to just call her, it’s been long enough for her to get over you”.

Is this ‘her’ me? You hoped not, whatever this was, you hated.

You felt sick to your stomach as they held hands, so you left Hongjoong alone, like he clearly wanted to. He wasn’t the type to open up to new people, she wasn’t new, and he never told you about it. There wasn’t secrets in your friendship, at least he said so, but there was a lot you don’t know, apparently.

If that’s you… if he was talking about you, did he just ignore you for almost two weeks because he thought you would get in the middle of his relationship?

You phone rang.

It was him, but you didn’t bother to answer, and he didn’t bother to try again. There’s nothing to salvage anymore.

Tag list: @h3arteyes4mingi

[yoongi-regulus]

I can't stop thinking about how woosan is soooooo rosekiller coded, with wooyoung being barty and san being evan. marauders + kpop fans, pls tell me you see it 😭

[fixxychana]

OT8 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 (unhinged!Wooyoung & restraint-kink-coded!San

College AU | A/B/O kink fic in denial <3 emotional BDSM omegaverse (and heat shelters no one wants to talk about…..)

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 - woosan/seongjoong/yungi fic (so far)

AO3^ Ships: woosan (main) ✦ seongjoong slow burn ✦ yungi chaos (so far). ✨ new drop ✨ omega wooyoung is insane and i love him for it & alpha san is fighting urges and also fate, 🔪 feral in slow motion scent wars, hoodie violence, accidental caretaking ✦ “…Wait. My San?” “Your San?! You didn’t fucking tell me you came with accessories, Yunho!” “He’s not a fucking pokemon, Woo… you two’ll get along. He’s calm. You need that.”

or

Wooyoung is scent-matched to an alpha and a stare that feels like homework. San folds his clothes, tracks his scent cycle, and refuses to rise to bait.

or “if enemies to lovers but in a group project with scent patches and repressed eye contact”

#woosan slow burn #mingi says “oops” and it causes trauma #jeong yunho is a guardian angel with PTSD

FIRST CHAPTER (rest on ao3)

“You matched me with an Alpha?”

Wooyoung was halfway through unpacking his color-coded hoodie pile when the scent-monitoring alert buzzed over his phone.

Match Confirmed. Room Reassigned. Unit 3B. Designation Pairing: O + A Compatibility: 93.6% Assigned Partner:Choi San

“I didn’t order an Alpha,” he hissed to the poor RA on duty. “I signed up for a corner unit, no scent interaction, single occupancy—”

“Yes, but your scent volatility rating—”

“Is none of your business and entirely cosmetic.”

..

“He’s already moved in,” the RA added, not making eye contact.

Wooyoung blinked. “He what?”

The campus loudspeaker blared

“Welcome to the scent-safe dorms. The vents are monitored. Do not cover them with hoodies again.”

Wooyoung had just finished throwing his hoodie across the room in protest when he remembered he had a phone and someone to yell at. He didn’t even dial. He hit Yunho’s name, hit speaker, and walked away from the screen.

Three rings. Four. Yunho picked up on the fifth with a breathless, “What now?”

“Where the fuck are you?” Wooyoung barked, dramatically flopping onto the bunk bed he’d just been assigned against his will.

“Still in the admin line? Some freshman brought their parents, bro—like full matching track suits..”

“You’re gonna want to get here fast. I’ve been scent-matched.”

Pause. Yunho made a sound like he bit his tongue mid-laugh.

“Wait, you got what?”

“Fucking scent-matched. With an Alpha. Shared room. Assigned. Locked. No takesies-backsies. This is some nose-based dystopian bullshit!!”

“Okay, okay—deep breath, princess.”

“Call me that again and I’ll replace your suppressants with breath mints.”

“So who’s the lucky bastard?”

Wooyoung sat up, kicked at the corner of the stupid, perfect, probably Alpha-clean bed, and squinted at the intake form on his phone.

“Choi. Fucking. San.”

Yunho went quiet for a second too long.

“...Wait. My San?”

“Your San?! You didn’t fucking tell me you came with accessories, Yunho!”

“He’s not a fucking pokemon, Woo. We were dorm partners at training camp... you two’ll get along. He’s calm. You need that.”

Wooyoung laid back down, groaning into the nearest pillow like it wronged his ancestors.

“Dude. His stuff’s already in here. Everything folded. There’s a duffel with his name stitched on it. Who the fuck monograms their luggage like they’re auditioning for a mafia wedding?”

“San does. He’s always been weird about routines.. And scent stuff.”

That last part made Wooyoung pause.

“What kind of scent stuff?”

“Like… he tracks his cycle. Doesn’t like surprises. He’s careful.”

 

“That’s suspiciously close to hot.”

“You’re suspiciously close to feral, Wooyoung!”

“I’m gonna steal one of his shirts just to see if he notices.”

“Do not steal from San.”

“Why?”

“Because last time someone took his water bottle, he filed an anonymous complaint to admin and the guy woke up the next day with scent-neutral lotion inside his shoes.”

“...Okay that’s kinda sexy.”

“Woo.”

“I’m kidding. Sorta.”

“Please don’t start a scent war on the first day.”

...

San hadn’t meant to linger in the hall.

Really.

He’d just come back from the scent lab, suppressants stashed in the side pocket of his duffel, earbuds in but nothing playing. His usual post-intake fog. The world smelled like sterile mint and effort.

Then he heard his name. Then he kept hearing it. Through the dorm door. Thin as paper. Thinner than paper. More like mood film stretched over petty fate.

“—Choi. Fucking. San.”

Ah. Okay. So he was being discussed.

He didn’t stop walking, exactly. He simply slowed down and leaned slightly against the wall.

“You didn’t fucking tell me you came with accessories, Yunho!”

He blinked. Accessories?

San smiled. Softly. Then immediately frowned at himself for smiling.

Because—yeah, it hurt a little. But also? There was something warm about it. Like being insulted by someone.. actually, no, is he a masochist?

He didn’t mean to keep listening.

“I’m gonna steal one of his shirts just to see if he notices.”

San’s spine straightened a millimeter.

“...and the guy woke up the next day with scent-neutral lotion inside his shoes.”

San actually winced at that one. It wasn’t lotion. It was neutralizer concentrate. And it wasn’t the shoes. It was his pillowcase.

Small differences.

He ran a hand down his face, then gripped the handle of the dorm room door and paused. Just… listening to his future roommate talk about him like he was a walking plot twist with biceps.

“...Okay that’s kinda sexy.”

San’s ears went hot.

He pulled back. Took one step away from the door. Then another.

He didn’t want to walk in with that look on his face. The one that said I heard you. I heard everything.

Instead, he circled the building. Walked the long way back to the vending machines. Bought a bottle of water he didn’t want. And he didn’t drink it, staring at the vending machine like it personally offended him. It didn’t help. His face still felt hot and his palms were damp. 

God. He was not doing this.

He took the long route back, even stopped to read the student council flyers on the wall. And when he got to the dorm door again, he listened. No more talking, no more muffled phone call insults. Only soft shuffling.

Time to face his fate.

Wooyoung was halfway through rearranging his hoodie pile by color gradient when the door clicked open.

“Oh. It’s you.”

San blinked once, politely.

“I live here.”

“Unfortunate for both of us.”

San closed the door behind him. Took his shoes off. Straightened the mat even though it didn’t need it.

“You must be Jung Wooyoung.”

“You must be ‘Emotionally Stabilizing Alpha, ID 148-C.’” Wooyoung air-quoted it so hard the sarcasm practically sparked.

San tilted his head.

“So,” Wooyoung said, still watching him, “do you, meditate before bed or something?”

“No.”

“You have that vibe. Like… serial killer or Buddhist monk..”

 

San turned, finally met his eyes.

“You said you were going to steal my shirt.”

Wooyoung paused. Froze, really. Then immediately looked away like that might rewind time.

“Ah. So you did hear that. Funny.”

“The walls are very thin.”

“So are my boundaries. Guess we’re both screwed.”

San sat down slowly at his desk, he moved like someone bracing for impact. Wooyoung glanced down at him from the top bunk.

“So, uh... you write in that?” Wooyoung asked, nodding at the notebook near San’s elbow.

San looked at it. Then back up at Wooyoung.

“Sometimes.”

“What do you write? Secrets? Alphabets in blood?”

“Budgeting.”

“Oh my god you’re worse than I thought.”

San didn’t dignify that with an answer. He just clicked a pen and then—

[THUMP CLACK BANG]

“ANNYEONG, shits!”

Yunho stood in the doorway, dragging two duffel bags. Smiling like sin, radiating “middle child of God” energy in all directions. He was dressed in an oversized forest green sweatshirt, below that, loose black joggers, cinched at the ankle, fitted enough to look hot by accident, and slung around his neck was a pair of headphones, one side duct-taped like it had seen war. 

“Please tell me you haven’t murdered each other yet,” he grinned.

Wooyoung was already sitting up.

“Your friend breathes like a serial killer.”

“And your scent spike hit me before I even hit the stairs.”

“That’s called personality, bitch.”

San blinked slowly.

“Yunho”

“San, baby!” Yunho dropped his stuff, immediately crossed the room, and—yep—hugged him. Big, dramatic, unnecessary hug.

He leaned in close and stage-whispered:

“You smell like you’re trying not to kill someone. We good?”

San exhaled.

“So far.”

“Cool. I call the bottom bunk over there.”

“You can’t just—” Wooyoung started.

“Too late, gremlin. I put a sock on it.”

“You’re disgusting.”

This time, it was quieter. A soft knock first, like someone actually had manners. The door opened slowly, not kicked in, and Seonghwa stepped inside—small suitcase in one hand, a canvas tote over one shoulder, his hair suspiciously perfect. He paused. Scanned the room once. And then bowed slightly.

“Hello. I’m Seonghwa. Nice to meet youu.”

He said it like a greeting, a warning, and a prayer for survival all in one breath. He surveyed the room once—precise. Stepped past them and immediately started organizing his half of the shared wardrobe with all the dead-eyed efficiency of a man who’s been in too many group chats and not enough therapy.

“Hi,” Wooyoung called. “I’m the emotionally volatile omega who’s probably going to make your week hell.”

Seonghwa glanced at him. “I’m the one who’s going to fix your skincare shelf and judge your detergent.”

Wooyoung blinked. Then smiled.

“We’re gonna get along great.”

[Door opened one more time]

Just a Hongjoong-shaped wall of stress holding a clipboard, two bags, and the wrath of someone who has already emailed housing admin three times this week. He wore a structured black button-up, tucked into cargo trousers that somehow looked custom-tailored despite being his pockets being full of pens, sticky notes, and what might’ve been a portable scent reader. Oh, and combat boots!

His scent hit next—ocean breeze and unfinished spreadsheets, sharp with ozone like the air right before a lightning strike.

“Which one of you covered the vent with a hoodie?”

“It was me,” Wooyoung said instantly. “As a power move.”

“It’s a conduct violation.”

“It’s an aesthetic choice.”

“It’s a fire hazard.”

[A few minutes later – just when they thought it couldn’t get worse]

The door banged open again.

Mingi entered, duffel dragging, and a suspicious trail of cinnamon-scented chaos behind him. His hoodie was only half on, one sleeve rolled up, the other dragging past his knuckles like it gave up. Faded black, cracked white logo across the front: “NOT MY RUT.” He looked like he got dressed during a fire drill and just kept going.

“Who the fuck moved my marshmallows?” he yelled, halfway through the doorframe.

Nobody responded.

“I left them in the common fridge with a label. In caps lock.”

“Did you put a scent marker on them?” Hongjoong asked him.

“Yes. Cinnamon. My whole soul is cinnamon.”

“Everything you own smells like Christmas and crime scenes,” Hongjoong said.

Mingi gasped.

“You must be Wooyoung.”

“Unfortunately.”

Mingi gave him a once-over, then smirked.

“You’re hotter than the group chat said.”

“...There’s a group chat?”

“Oops.”

Yunho groaned from across the room. Wooyoung blinked.

“Yunho,” he muttered under his breath. “Yunho what the actual fuck is going on.”

Yunho reached to pat the top of his head.

“Welcome to college, Wooyoungie.”

Mingi didn’t care. He threw himself onto a beanbag (where the fuck did the beanbag come from?) and sighed.

The last two arrived together. Like a pair of emotional opposites. One walked in silently, eyes scanning, posture perfect. The other shoved the door harder than necessary and dropped his bag like it owed him rent.

Jongho and Yeosang.

Jongho nodded to everyone, then narrowed his eyes.

“Who moved my fan?”

Dead silence.

“I labeled it. ‘Jongho’s. Touch and die.’ It was RIGHT HERE.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t the fire marshal?” Seonghwa asked without looking up.

“No one touches my stuff,” Jongho said calmly, in the voice of someone who would absolutely throw a dresser out the window if pushed.

Wooyoung blinked. Then turned to Yunho.

“Why is everyone here so fucking weird?”

Yunho shrugged. “You’re just mad you’re not the most dramatic one anymore.”

That’s when Yeosang finally walked in. No introduction. No comment. Just cool air and judgment.

He paused beside the closet, glanced around once, and leveled his gaze at Wooyoung—specifically at the pile of half-open scent patches on his shelf.

“You’re contaminating the tea drawer again.”

“Yeosang, babe,” Wooyoung said, without looking. “It’s ambient aroma therapy, you should thank me.”

“It’s called poor containment practices,” Yeosang replied. “And if I wanted my chamomile to taste like your unresolved issues, I’d just ask how your love life is going.”

Wooyoung gasped—dramatically, clutching his nonexistent pearls. They stared at each other. The room got colder. Or maybe sharper. Like two scent profiles trying to cancel each other out in the air.

Mingi leaned over to Yunho, whispering,

“...Are they flirting?”

Yunho replied, deadpan,

“Worse. They’re familiar.”

San, sitting at his desk, said nothing the entire time.

But he watched. And when Wooyoung kicked off his shoes and yelled something at Jongho about heat pads not being “public property,” San smiled, just a little.

This dorm was going to kill him. And maybe that was fine.

The first hour after move-in was an exercise in tolerance.

 

Which is code for: everyone argued about shower order until Seonghwa taped a “Shower max 10 minutes” sign to the door. Wooyoung went in first anyway. Took twenty-five minutes. He “accidentally” played his playlist out loud, then left dressed in warm humidity and blood orange arrogance.

San side-eyed the fog rolling out of the bathroom and thought: If scent profiling is tomorrow, we’re already fucked.

Clothes changed, scents muted, tension… so Yunho suggested they go out. First night energy, group bonding, and Hongjoong protested. Briefly. Then caved. Probably because Seonghwa gave him that look—the one that said you either let these people outside or I’m going to bury your clipboard next to your pride.

So they went.

Wooyoung refused to walk in the middle of the group, claimed it was “a basic bitch position.” San didn’t say anything, but he adjusted his pace so they didn’t end up side by side. Yunho was in the back, arms out like a herding dog, gently redirecting Mingi every time he tried to follow someone else’s scent trail.

“She smells like lavender cookies,” Mingi whispered. “She’s somebody’s bonded partner,” Yeosang said flatly. “Keep walking.”

They passed a fountain. Wooyoung tried to climb it. Seonghwa dragged him down by the hood.

“It’s for coins, not omega ego death.”

“You’re just jealous I’d make a hotter statue.”

“I’m not arguing with that,” Seonghwa muttered. “I’m arguing with gravity.”

 

San stayed quiet. He always did when his rut cycle was close. Even if it wasn’t flaring yet, he could feel the edges of it—like thunder under skin. The lab had told him he was stable. The suppressant dose had been exact. And yet. Wooyoung, laughing beside Yeosang. Wooyoung, scent still not completely scrubbed from his neck.

It wasn’t about rut. It wasn’t. He didn’t know what it was yet.

Back at the dorm, lights dimmed. Mingi fell asleep on the beanbag with candy wrappers stuck to his hoodie and Hongjoong edited their scent registry until his pen broke. Jongho declared quiet hours at midnight and got a pillow thrown at his head.

Wooyoung stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth with his music playing low from his phone speaker—something soft and wordless. San passed behind him on the way to bed. Their eyes met in the mirror, only for a second, and neither said anything.

That was the first night. Tomorrow, there’d be schedules and scent mapping and assigned seats and maybe—if the gods were merciful—some sense of normal.

But let’s be honest—normal isn't really on the table right now. Not when he could still smell blood orange and cinnamon on the edge of his pillow. San lay on his back, staring at the slats of Wooyoung’s bunk above him. His thoughts refused to sit still. They crawled along the corners of his mind, poking at all the things he didn’t want to name. Wooyoung shifted above him—once, then again. Probably scrolling. Maybe just pretending to. San didn’t know him well enough to guess yet. But he could hear the small huff of breath, the twitch of a sheet. He tracked every movement without meaning to. He wondered what Wooyoung would smell like in the morning.

San rolled onto his side, forced his eyes closed.

No one had class until ten.

The dorm woke up and first up was Seonghwa.

He emerged from his room at 6:45AM sharp in slippers and silent judgment. Poured himself tea. Hongjoong followed soon after, fully dressed, clipboard already in hand. He passed Seonghwa on the way to the fridge.

And Hwa just said, “Your peppermint shampoo is flaring again,” sipping. Hongjoong left the kitchen without replying.

Wooyoung emerged at 7:22AM, and wandered barefoot toward the cereal cabinet, yawning.

He opened the cabinet. Looked inside. Closed it.

“Where’s the slut cereal?” he asked the air.

“You mean the Fruity Charms?” came Mingi’s voice, muffled from under a blanket on the beanbag. “Jongho hid them.”

“Why?”

“Because he thinks sugar is a gateway drug.”

“Valid.”

By 8:30, they were all scattered across campus with dorm-issued ID cards and various levels of dignity.

Wooyoung found the right hallway just in time to catch five different people making prolonged eye contact with his collarbones. He sat in the third row and crossed his legs like a curse. Arms folded, mint gum sharp on his tongue, looking like revenge in casualwear. He had barely gotten comfortable—when the door opened again. Didn’t look up but he felt the shift in the room.

“Choi San,” the instructor said. “Please take your assigned seat.”

San stepped in, scanned the tablet, and paused.

Two options: One seat next to a tall alpha radiating I bench press my issues energy. And one next to Wooyoung.

Guess which one the algorithm from hell picked.

San’s jaw didn’t tighten, shoulders didn’t twitch, and his scent didn’t spike. But it changed. Just a little.

Enough for Wooyoung—already smirking—to tilt his head, breathe in slow, and murmur as San sat beside him:

“If you’re planning to suffocate me with sandalwood, at least take me to dinner first.”

San didn’t react. Just one smooth unzip of his hoodie—folded neatly in his lap like that would fix the air.

The thing was—he wasn’t built for games, at least not like this, or this early. Not when the omega beside him carried himself like a firework with a short fuse and two lollipops in his pocket just in case today got messy.

The instructor began to speak. Something about scent zones, regulated pheromone engagement, how designated pairs would be monitored for “proximity compatibility” during the semester. Whatever that meant. San listened. He always listened. But not to the words, not today. The citrus hit harder now—richer, warmer, sharp around the edges. Probably stress.

Or maybe he skipped his neck in the shower. Or maybe it was war.

Hard to say. San didn’t ask.

“You always this quiet,” Wooyoung murmured, without looking over, “or am I just special?”

San blinked, slow. And he turned a little, voice calm—the kind you only use when you’re either amused or seconds from snapping a pencil.

“I find most people talk enough for both of us.”

Wooyoung huffed a laugh under his breath, soft and smug. “So I’m people now?”

“You’re very… noticeable.”

Wooyoung shifted in his seat, dragging a nail across the side of the desk. “Was that a compliment or a threat?”

“Neither,” San said gently. “Just the truth.”

And Wooyoung—quiet for once—just sat there. Listening.

The seminar ended with a tone chime.

Wooyoung stayed seated, watching him with narrowed eyes, one leg crossed over the other, like he owned the concept of body language. “You don’t talk much,” he said, not accusing.

San met his gaze and offered the smallest, most civil smile a guy could wear without it being sarcastic. “Only when there’s something worth saying.”

Wooyoung snorted and stood, stretching like a cat and somehow managing to make it look like a challenge.

“So I’m not worth talking to?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Didn’t not say it.”

San paused, slung his bag over one shoulder, and nodded once—neither stiff nor warm, but composed.

“Have a good next class, Jung Wooyoung.”

He said his full name like he’d filed it away under potential problem, monitor closely and set a polite mental reminder not to forget it. Then he turned and walked out with the same soft, controlled gait that he always moved with. He wasn’t walking away from Wooyoung, only .. toward something else. Wooyoung stood there blinking, chewing on that interaction like he couldn’t decide if it was good or not.

“Right,” he muttered, grabbing his bag. “Cool. Real fucking mysterious.”

He absolutely did not rush to his next class. (His legs were moving fast, sure, but that was just—cardio, for mental clarity. Obviously.)

What he also didn’t do was stop thinking about the way San hadn’t taken the bait. Instead, he’d dodged, softly. With the kind of gentle neutrality that made it feel like you were the one overreacting. It wasn’t an insult. It wasn’t anything, really. Which is exactly what made it unbearable.

And look, let’s be clear here: Wooyoung wasn’t the type to get hung up. No, really. He was the type people got hung up on.

Wooyoung’s not “extra.” He’s not “dramatic.” He’s not “a lot.” But a standard—and most people just… don’t meet it. They see the nails first and the gloss (suppressants alphabetized and then promptly ignored).

He’s not subtle, and he’s not trying to be. But you ask any Alpha on campus and they’ll call him “high-maintenance.” What they really mean is “I’m too emotionally constipated to handle someone that honest and self-assured.”

They are just low-effort.

His scent flares during arguments, and he makes it intentional. Emotionally literate, but violent with it. He’ll call out an Alpha for projecting, then break their nose. Scary-intuitive. He knows what people are thinking before they say it. That’s why he cuts so deep when he argues. Terrified of vulnerability. Being seen = danger. So he shows everything but the soft parts. See, most Omegas on campus get taught how to pull back, to self-regulate, suppress. Wooyoung? He learned how to throw his scent forward like a punch. When his heat starts, he doesn’t go soft.

There’s a rumor.

Not the usual dorm gossip. Not the “did you hear Professor Taemin once danced someone out of heat?” kind of thing. No, this one’s darker. They say that behind the gym, way too late for campus security to care and way too early for rational omegas to be outside, there’s a fight ring.

It’s word-of-mouth, scent-tracked chaos, and if you show up, you better leave your pride at the door and bring a cold compress. And smack in the middle of it? Jung fucking Wooyoung. Dance major. 173 centimeters of chaotic doom wrapped in a hoodie.

Wooyoung is an Omega who fights Alphas for sport, basically

Blood orange and cinnamon when pissed—which, let’s be clear, isn’t “angry.” Angry is too small, too human. What Wooyoung does? That’s weather. Atmospheric pressure drop. Thermostat smashed and tossed into the sun. So he doesn’t blow up—he burns: slow, curling, poetic until you’re choking on smoke and can’t figure out when it started. They think they’ve got him figured out. He shows up to class all tilted head and bouncing foot, eyes like glittered daggers, lip balm the color of consequences. Color-coded notes, coordinated outfits, and casual sass so sharp it requires a warning label.

So they go:

“Ah. Flirty Omega. Maybe clingy. Probably sweet.”

Blood orange? Cinnamon? Cute.

And then the scent shifts. Citrus brightness gets claws, cinnamon turns hot—chili-fresh, pepper-sharp, the kind that gets in your sinuses and makes your ancestors sneeze. When Wooyoung’s mad, it’s not a spark. It’s containment breach.

You see him own every inch of himself, rip biology’s leash off, and weaponize it until you forget—

he’s not an Alpha. until you smell him.

Because scent doesn’t lie.

There were a few places on campus people only talked about when they needed something.

The bursar’s office. The student ethics board...But need came in different shapes. The scent lab wasn’t exactly a mystery— On paper, it was what the designation manual called a semi-clinical scent regulation facility. In reality? It was a hormonal ER with curtains.

There were individual booths, warmer, dimmer, with a scent monitor embedded in the wall and a privacy curtain you could pull shut (if you didn’t want anyone seeing you cry). There were neutralizer sprays, chilled stabilizer patches, lockers of custom suppressant vials, and one poor intern who had to pretend they didn’t notice how many couples came in claiming “we accidentally synced during lab.”  Most students showed up for screenings or check-ins. San came once a week, like clockwork. He never needed a reminder. Never missed his dosage, never reported a flare. Until today.

They gave him a booth.

“Routine?” they asked through the speaker.

San nodded once and let them take a sample. He held still while the scent monitor glowed blue, indicating no rut onset, no sync instability. Just the faintest warning at the corner of the readout: Minor Scent Disruption. Triggers: Emotional proximity. Unknown source.

He didn’t ask what it meant, already knew. He left the booth with a quiet thank you and picked up his weekly suppressant refill at the front desk. It was only when he reached for the door that he heard it. Two Betas talking in the hallway just outside the lab. Half-whispers, that specific hush people use when something’s either illegal or true.

“No, I swear, he knocked out a full alpha in two minutes. With brass knuckles, behind the gym.”

“Eat shit. That didn’t happen.”

“It did. I know a guy from Dorm E who caught the audio, man. You can hear the dude hit the ground...”

“Who was it then, Batman?”

“Wooyoung.”

Pause.

“The omega?”

“Yeah, the one with the fruity shampoo and the murder eyes.”

“Wasn’t he on a dance scholarship?”

“Yea but apparently moonlighting as John Wick in a crop top.”

“…God I hope that’s true.”

“Oh it’s true. Campus security showed up late and left earlier. No one’s filing shit when a guy that pretty’s out here rearranging jaws.”

Their voices faded down the hall, half-laughing, half-worshipping, like they weren’t sure if they’d just talked about a person or a warning sign with lip gloss.

San did not mean to hear that. Again. Second time in one week. That’s concerning.

He stood frozen just inside the scent lab doorway, hadn’t meant to stop. It was just—well. You hear “brass knuckles,” “knocked out a full Alpha,” and “Jung Wooyoung” in the same sentence, your brain kind of cancels your exit plan on your behalf. San tilted his head slightly, just to make sure he caught the context.

Respect, fear, curiosity—some chaotic cocktail of all three.

San had never been interested in rumors. He was, however, starting to develop a very specific interest in exactly what kind of omega fought like that.

And why the hell he smelled like blood orange and vengeance.

[lieutenantak]

Portfolio 🎨

as I shitpost a lot, i'll put all my art in here guys (i'll try to update as frequently as i remember to do it. i hope for you it'll be frequent)

(it looks like a boomer post but i'm trying my best)

and feel free to send requests if you have some 👍

ATEEZ fanarts 🔥

-> Gotta work

-> Vogue San (cleaner ?)

-> Vogue San (sketch)

-> Summer ANITEEZ

-> Vampire Yeo

-> Coachella San (w/ colours)

-> Drunk kitty San

-> Coachella San (sketch)

-> Sandeokis for the soul

-> MAMA 2023 San

-> Bouncy

-> Guerilla Hwa sketch

-> Guerilla San (Hello82 contest)

-> Accurate ATEEZ chibis (according to San)

-> Outlaw San + smol woosan comic

-> smol San meets big San

-> Waterbomb Jongho and joong (sketch)

Stray Kids fanarts ⚡

-> Red Lights Chan

-> Pool Changbin sketches (SKZ Code)

Helluverse fanarts (Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss) 🖤

-> Helluva Boss fanarts - Sketch dump

-> Helluva Boss fanart - Deadly Sins

-> Helluva Boss fanart - Verosika sketch

-> Helluva Boss fanart - Human DIsguise IMP

-> Helluva Boss fanart - IMPsona

-> Helluva Boss fanart - Ozzie and Stolas negociate

-> Helluva Boss fanart - Moxxie sketch

-> Hazbin Hotel fanart - Cursed Cat Alastor

League of Legends fanarts 🐱

-> Heartsteel Sett

-> Heartsteel Sett (sketch)

-> Ocean Song Seraphine

-> K/DA MORE series

Anime fanarts 🌀

-> Jujutsu Kaisen fanart - Nanami sketches

Other works 🫀

-> Sketch dump #1

-> OC - Carter the model (sketch)

-> OC - Carter still is half-clothed because why not (sketch)

-> Fanart - Chocola Sketch

-> Fanart - Paris Paloma 'Labour'

-> Fanart - Magical Doremi Sketch

-> OC - Sunburnt Carter (meme)

-> Fanart - The Mafia Nanny Garbiel et Davina

-> OC - Nicole's revealing outfit (+ bonus Carter approval)

-> Sketch dump #2 - Instagram requests

-> OC - Dumb sketches

-> Fanart - Deadpool and Wolverine

-> Fanart - French Revolution Miku

[j-a-nuary]

Robotwink 5000

WooSan -> WooSanSang, background SeongJoong (along with references to Princess & Puppy)

Warnings: 🔞non-explicit, but still nsfw🔞 Wooyoung is a sexbot but he's also so much more than that, supernatural elements, told from Hongjoong's POV kinda (I was going for a David Wong-ish thing), San is [checks notes]... it says here "a fucking loser"???, Hongjoong is a genius and knows way too much about his friends' sex lives, Seonghwa is being mysterious, Yeosang is only mentioned.

=====

Wooyoung was having an issue. A clash of sorts - not quite outdated hardware struggling to keep up with a driver patch. Most likely anyway. I hadn't run the diagnostics yet. It wasn't exactly a hassle to do it remotely, but there were other reasons I was hesitating.

When I got the little alert that a file path wasn't working correctly, I had checked if San and his boy toy were live.

They were.

"Something went thunk," Wooyoung moaned as San's hands gripped at his hair, "please try again."

For a second, San looked confused. But then Wooyoung opened his mouth and settled it onto his dick.

"Fuck… Woo…"

San's cumming face was… not as hot as one might expect. Then again, almost no one actually looks good when they're cumming. Except maybe Princess…

Wait, no, gotta focus. For diagnostic purposes, of course.

"Measly little error," Wooyoung positively purred, running his fingers through the streaks of cum San had so kindly deposited onto his face, "try again."

And that, ladies and gents, is how Choi San discovered he liked being degraded.

How do I know what that night was like? Well that's the thing people forget about the Robotwink 5000: he's always recording, and his memory can be downloaded.

Also he and San operate an erotic streaming site that specializes in "True POV".

Perverts.

=====

"Hyung! I have a massive problem!" San was looking around my garage, like he was expecting someone who gave a shit to pop out of the shadows.

"The sexbot I helped you build can only speak in those stupid error codes you wrote, and also you've had an awakening of your degradation kink?"

"God," he sighed deeply, momentarily looking off dreamily, "fuck yeah I have."

I nodded, eyes sticking back on the screen in front of me. I reached for my coffee cup. It felt too light.

"Welcome to the club. Did you bring him over?"

"Wait," San paused, looking suspicious, "how did you already know?"

I shrugged, glaring at my empty coffee cup.

"I saw the footage."

I also paused. For dramatic effect.

"Live."

If I hadn't heard the sounds San makes when he cums, I would have thought a teakettle was signaling its readiness. But I have, so I knew it was just the sound of a loser in distress.

"Should have thought of these things before making that website," I groaned. Standing and stretching for a moment gave San enough time to stop whining. I headed for the coffee machine.

"Can't you just do it remotely?" He asked, trailing after me.

"Sure," I shrugged, "but it helps to have him in front of me."

"Why?"

Something in San's tone made the hair on the back of my neck prickle. I set my cup under the nozzle and punched a few buttons before turning to speak with him.

"Don't you mean 'why's that hyung?'"

He had the decency to look embarrassed, but a defiant tightness remained in his jaw.

"Why's that hyung?"

"Better…" I pursed my lips, eyeing him for a moment before actually answering.

"Less chance of degradation of data if I'm doing tests in person. Also makes pushing any updates faster and easier."

The coffee machine spluttered and dinged, signaling that it was finished. I turned back around to grab it before returning to my work station.

"Fine," San relented, "I'll text him."

=====

"Something goofed!" Wooyoung smiled in greeting, "try again."

"Shit dude, it sure did." I gestured towards my work bench, "take a seat."

"Uh-oh," Wooyoung shrugged before hopping up onto the bench, "that's not available."

"Alright, I have an idea of what the problem might be," I held a cord out towards him, "do you mind?"

"That's just not possible," Wooyoung took the cord. His left eye rotated until the port was visible, and he plugged it in. "Try agaiiiiiiiiìììïîįīîı…"

His voice glitched, changing tone unpredictably until he eventually went silent and still. I turned towards my computer to take a look.

"Ugh," San shuddered, "I still don't understand why you had to make that his port."

"Easy to hide," I muttered, "did you try to teach him French?"

"Huh?"

I pointed at a file folder on my screen. San leaned forward.

"Why would I teach him French?"

I didn't have an answer for that.

"Maybe he did it on his own?" San pressed.

"How would that even happen?" I asked, exasperated. "My code might be good, but he's not going to spontaneously get ideas like that."

"I don't know," San huffed, "why does he know English?"

"Are you seriously going to tell me that hasn't come in handy at least once?"

"No, no, that was a good call I guess."

"This is going to take a while," I sighed, "you want to get dinner? I buy, you fly?"

San made a face, but nodded.

"What?" I asked, already tired of his shit.

"What what?"

"You're obviously feeling some type of way, so just say it."

San was visibly rankled by my calling him out.

"I'm not!" He protested, "I just…"

He glanced at Wooyoung.

I shrugged, laughing as it all came together.

"He was made to your specifications, not mine."

=====

"Puppy?"

I resisted the urge to fall to my knees at the call. Not in front of Wooyoung, inactive as he may be. Definitely not in front of San.

"Puppy?" San blanched, "what the hell?"

I could only shrug. Arguing would just highlight the nickname, and that was the last thing I wanted to happen.

"Ah," Seonghwa approached as quietly as ever, seeming to appear from the shadows rather than walk into the room. "Working on something important?"

I nodded towards Wooyoung's slightly limp form on my work table, "he's having some issues."

"Poor thing," Seonghwa sighed. He stepped closer, reaching out and running his hand through the black and blonde hair on the machine's head. He always did have a soft spot for… well… just about everyone and everything else.

I heard a choked sound from San, something between a cough and a growl. I rolled my eyes.

"Relax Sannie," Seonghwa laughed, "nobody's going to take your precious Wooyoung from you."

My eyes were getting sore from all the rolling they'd been doing today.

=====

"Puppy."

I worked myself closer to master, pressing my nose into his neck and licking at the slightly salty tang of sweat there.

"Let me take a look at Wooyoung's code."

I pushed myself up, sitting so I could give master a questioning look. He smiled up at me, reaching up to run a finger under my chin.

"Speak."

"Does master know coding?"

"Master knows a lot of things," his fingers trailed down to the collar I was currently wearing. He slid one through the loop, tugging me down roughly. "Including some code. Now," his other hand cupped my chin, fingers digging cruelly into the muscles of my jaw, "open up and stick that tongue out for master."

"!"

=====

Whatever Seonghwa did to Wooyoung's code fixed the issue. It did more than that though.

"There's something wrong with Wooyoungie."

San was pacing around a card table I had set up in my garage-turned-workshop.

"Wrong how?" I asked from my swivel chair.

I had several maps laid out on the table. One of just the country and Japan, overlayed with a transparency that I was using to track storms in the East Sea.

He paused, then quickly resumed his circle of anxiety.

"It's hard to explain," he stopped, tugging a milk crate from a shelf to use as a stool, "especially without sounding like an asshole."

"So you'll sound normal then," I laughed.

San cast a hurt scowl in my direction, pouting lips and sharp eyes.

"Sorry," I nodded at him, "tell hyung what's wrong."

He deflated then, slumping onto the only available space on the table. I tensed at the movement, but saw that he had landed on a section that had the Waterman butterfly projection laid out. I hadn't started working on that one yet.

"Hsdfynme," he mumbled into his arms.

"Speak up Sannie."

He groaned, then lifted his head just enough to rest his chin on his arms.

"He's defying me."

I stared at him, blinking as I deciphered his words. After a second, I spoke cautiously.

"You… wanted him bratty though?"

He groaned again, slumping back into his crossed arms. He must have left his mouth free from the material of his sweatshirt though. When he spoke, it was clear enough to be heard over the constant whirring of my assorted projects.

"I think he wants to break up with me."

I snorted, rolling my eyes in the safety of his slumped position.

"He's a robot," I reminded him, "he doesn't want anything."

=====

I want to note that the following has been reconstructed based on a combination of reviewing footage from Wooyoung's internal memory, and some drunken admissions from a night of drinking with just San, me, and Mingi. I've tried to avoid taking too much liberty with the narrative, but observation taints everything. Still, this is, more or less, an accurate depiction of a very personal and tumultuous moment in their relationship.

"I want to fuck Yeosang."

San gripped Wooyoung's hips so tight that he could feel the unnatural sharpness of his frame through his synthetic flesh.

"Y…" he faltered, not quite believing what was happening. "What?"

"Actually I want Yeosang to fuck me," Wooyoung clarified. "And I want you to watch."

San was no longer interested in testing the limits of the new lube they were trying out.

The lube was less viscous than their usual brand, less likely to gunk up the works of Wooyoung's self-lubricating system. I would be embarrassed to admit how much time I spent working on this, but it actually has more applications than you might think.

"Why'd you stop?" Wooyoung asked.

San released his hold on Wooyoung. Unsteady on his knees, he quickly fished through the sheets to find his boxers.

"Sannie?"

San ignored the call of his name. He had gone pale, feeling ill. Tugging the boxers on, he scrambled over to his desk. Stacks of mail, magazines, and seemingly every other bit of paper that filtered through his life were lifted and ruffled through.

"What's wrong?"

San grit his teeth, wishing Wooyoung would stop talking. He should have accepted my offer of a remote control. He should have just stuck to fleshlights. He should have fucking organized his desk!

"San…" Wooyoung was quieter now, but the call of San's name was accompanied by a soft touch against his arm this time.

"Don't touch me!" San lashed out, shaking his arm away from Wooyoung.

"Sannie just talk to me," Wooyoung pleaded.

No, San thought to himself, robots don't know how to beg.

"I can't believe my fucking sex toy wants to fuck other people," San muttered, turning his attention back to his search through his desk.

"I'm not your sex toy San," Wooyoung snapped, "I'm your boyfriend."

San whirled, clenched fists at his sides, only to be met with Wooyoung sulking.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?!"

"I don't know," Wooyoung pouted. "I don't like when you say things like that. At least not when your dick isn't in me at the same time."

San shook his head, turning once more towards his desk. He knew the manual had to be somewhere around here.

"You literally don't like anything. You don't dislike anything. You do what you're programmed to do except now there's some fucking error that makes it so that even my glorified fucking fleshlight says I'm not fucking good enough," he continued his search as he spoke, "as if I didn't specifically commission you to avoid exactly this fucking issue. Finally!"

San held the very unofficial, very handwritten, user manual in his hands. Turning to face Wooyoung, he started flipping through the pages.

"I know there's a fucking off switch…" he mumbled, trying to decode my handwriting.

Note: my handwriting is perfectly fine. San is just a dumbass.

"Off switch? Sannie, what are you planning to do?" Wooyoung took a few steps back from San.

"A full fucking reset," San didn't look up, still piecing together the scrawl on lined paper, "if I have to."

"San… baby," Wooyoung took stock of how he was, unfortunately, on the opposite side of the room from the door, "you don't want to do that. Not really, right? Let's just talk about this, okay?"

"Vol… volume control?" San read aloud, "god this would have come in useful a few times."

"You can't do this," Wooyoung kept trying to get through to him, "you'll end up regretting it!"

"I already do!" San finally looked up from the papers in his hands.

"You don't mean that."

"Mute…"

"San don't!"

"Authorization…"

"Please!"

"Number…"

"Baby please!"

"8-1-8-1."

Wooyoung's mouth kept working but no sound came out. He looked confused for a moment, then angry. San shook his head and turned back to the manual.

"Fucking stupid," he muttered.

He ran his fingertip down the page, looking for anything that seemed relevant.

Wooyoung took to throwing a silent tantrum. He threw pillows at San, who simply lifted an arm to guard against them as he read.

"Can't believe I fell for a fucking machine…"

Wooyoung tore the blankets off the bed next. They proved much less throwable than the pillows however.

"Should have known he… it, couldn't love me back…"

Wooyoung paused.

San wasn't reading anymore. Not really. He had found the power down command already. Now he was just trying to psyche himself up to actually use it.

Normally, he could have just asked Wooyoung to shut down. He didn't think he'd agree in the current situation however.

"Power down, authorization number 8-1-8-1."

The room was still. Silent.

"Just one person that didn't eventually get bored with me," San finally looked over to Wooyoung.

Wooyoung stood, still as a statue, duvet still in hand. He held it against his chest, as he had thought it might protect him.

"Was that really so much to ask for?"

=====

"What did you do to his code?"

Seonghwa looked up from his book with mild curiosity.

A frantic knocking had interrupted our perfectly good warming session. Seonghwa had given me permission to answer the door before casually tucking himself away as I made my way across the apartment.

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, nervous about him possibly guessing what master and I had been up to.

"Hello to you too, San."

"Hyung," San gripped the front of my shirt. He looked like he was about to cry, "what did you do to him?"

"It wasn't Hongjoong," Seonghwa called from his position on my couch. "I fixed the verbalization issue."

San dropped his hands from where he was holding onto me, pushing past me to stare at Seonghwa.

"You did something to him," he almost whispered, "you changed him."

Seonghwa shook his head.

"No," he said curtly, "I only let him speak freely. So he could tell you what he wants."

"What does that even mean?!" San was getting angry now. I stepped forward, trying to place a calming hand on his back.

"Get off!"

The shove sent me teetering, dangerously close to falling.

Immediately, Seonghwa was on his feet. I felt his hand on my arm, saving me from falling to the floor. I regained my feet, offering a quiet thanks to him as we watched San start his pacing.

"He's a machine hyung. He doesn't have wants or needs. He serves a purpose!"

Seonghwa caught him by his collar. San let out a strangled yelp, trying to pry Seonghwa's fingers from the cloth and get away.

Seonghwa's grip only tightened.

"You should be kinder to the things you care for, Choi San."

Maybe I should have reviewed the patch that Seonghwa had written. When Wooyoung had passed testing with flying colors, I hadn't bothered. I trusted Seonghwa. Besides, if anything, Wooyoung had done better than when he was first judged as operating well enough to go to San. Before the errors had started. There had been zero indication that any problems would arise from the fix.

"I am kind to him!" San argued, "I give him everything he needs!"

Seonghwa only stared at him. I knew that look, very well. He would stay silent as long as it took for San to finally te-

"At least I thought I did."

San deflated, putting some of his weight onto Seonghwa's hold on him.

Seonghwa and I both stayed quiet, letting him say what he needed to.

"But he doesn't want me anymore."

I frowned. That was literally impossible. Wooyoung was built specifically for San. He was basically coded to be obsessed with him, including tons of specific coding to avoid any potentially harmful behaviors that could arise from that obsession.

"Did he say that?" Seonghwa asked, "did he say that he doesn't want you?"

San was crying. I'm not saying that to embarrass him, it's just the truth of the matter. He was crying and leaning forward to cry against Seonghwa's shoulder.

"No… but he…"

Seonghwa, reading the situation with the same ease as always, took a few steps backwards. He kept San with him, bringing him to the sofa to sit and let out everything we needed to know.

"He told me he wants…" San swallowed thickly, unable to look up yet, "he wants Yeosang."

"You fucking idiot," I couldn't help but let out a derisive laugh. "He doesn't want Yeosang!"

San looked up at me, watery and confused.

"Well maybe he does," Seonghwa shrugged.

I shot Seonghwa a dirty look. He smiled in return.

"Okay fine, but that's not the point."

"What do you mean?" San's voice quavered.

"I mean," I took a seat in one of the chairs I had recently bought to replace the folding ones that usually stood in my living room, "that it's you who wants Yeosang. Wooyoung just picked up on it."

San's mouth opened, surprised. He worked it shut and open and shut a few times.

"Why don't you tell us exactly what Wooyoung said, hmm?" Seonghwa gently asked.

"He said… he said he wanted Yeosang to," San cleared his throat.

We waited.

"He wants Yeosang to fuck him," he finally admitted, "while I watch."

It was Seonghwa's turn to laugh. He immediately apologized, patting San's shoulder softly.

"Sorry," he laughed again, "really. Sorry."

I groaned, leaning back and making a decision.

"Sannie," I started, "I'm going to explain something. I don't really want to talk about it a lot though, okay?"

San nodded.

"You know that I'm bisexual, right?"

Seonghwa's eyebrows lifted, unsure about where I was about to go with this.

San's head tilted, eyebrows furrowing.

"Really?" His lips formed a pout, "I didn't know. But why is th-"

I waved a hand to cut him off.

"It's not important. But on top of that I…" I glanced at Seonghwa.

He was watching me, a single eyebrow lifted. Thanks to San still leaning against his chest, San missed the expression.

"I was, until recently, in a relationship with two people."

San's mouth dropped open. It stayed open this time.

Seonghwa had a strange expression on his face. I would have said it was unreadable, but I knew him better than that. It was a warning. Don't share too many details, puppy. That's what the expression was saying.

"You…" San started, then shook his head. "Did they… know? About each other?"

I nodded.

The room went quiet. San was obviously digesting the information. Seonghwa was busy boring into me with his eyes. I ignored it, knowing I was creating a discussion for myself. What did he want me to do? If I said or did anything in reaction, San would definitely put two and two together - regardless of how upset he was.

"So, what?" San finally spoke up, "what are you suggesting?"

I sighed, leaning forward to place a hand on his knee.

"San, you have held onto your feelings for Yeosang fo-"

"I don't have feelings for Yeosang!" He protested. He squirmed, freeing himself from Seonghwa's arm and standing up again. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Wooyoung is just offering you what you want," Seonghwa explained. "Although he may have miscalculated his approach."

"I don't want to watch Yeosang fuck my boyfriend!"

I glanced at Seonghwa, sharing a lifted eyebrow across the small living space.

"I thought he was just a machine?" I prodded.

"He's… I didn't… it's none of your business what he is to me!"

"If I had to guess," Seonghwa sat forward, crossing his legs to rest his arms against his knee, "Wooyoung didn't just pick up on your attraction to Yeosang…"

San started stuttering out protests, but Seonghwa just kept talking, pushing the conversation forward.

"He probably also picked up on your hesitancy and anxiety about it. He knows you want him, but won't let yourself have him."

I nodded, thinking it over. It was barely a secret between our group of friends and coworkers that San was hopelessly pining for Yeosang. If we could pick it up, Wooyoung - with his array of sensors that could pick up the most minute of changes in a person - would have had no problem noticing it.

"That makes sense," I agreed, "honestly his offer isn't half bad. He probably just didn't propose it properly."

=====

I'll have to admit, the following was shared with me exclusively by Wooyoung. I'm unsure if San knows that I know this. Overall, it doesn't really change anything about how things ended up. It does, however, show that San - for all his blustering mood swings - truly does have a caring heart.

Wooyoung swayed slightly, his booting up taking an extra moment. Typically, he was restarted in a seated position, or laying down. Starting up while standing made him take a few extra microseconds, as his system prioritized his balance before anything else.

He then took a brief moment to himself to review his memories.

Everything seemed to be where he had left it.

"Baby?"

He zoomed in, zoomed out, refocused. The voice was immediately in front of him. San came into focus, crisp as a granny smith apple and clear as crystal.

"You didn't wipe me."

Wooyoung could see the tears gather along San's lower eyelid, building up until the surface tension broke.

"I'm sorry baby," San whispered, reaching up to hold Wooyoung's face, "I should never have said that."

"You scared me Sannie."

"I know. I'm so sorry. I would never do that to you," more tears slid down San's cheeks, "you know that right?"

"You were so mad," Wooyoung replied simply, "I didn't know what you would do."

San let a full sob out, throwing his arms around Wooyoung and crying into his shoulder.

Wooyoung lifted his arms, holding San close.

"I'm so sorry baby. I really am. I would never wipe you! You're perfect right now. I was just so scared!"

"You still shouldn't have said it," Wooyoung admonished. He didn't think the time was quite right to forgive San. Not yet.

"I know! I won't baby. I'll never say it again, I swear!"

San stood up straight, once again taking Wooyoung's face into his hands.

"I was so scared," his voice cracked as he explained, "I thought you were tired of me. I thought you…"

His lips and chin quivered, betraying his efforts to keep from crying more.

Wooyoung leaned forward, kissing his cheek gently.

"I could never be tired of you, Sannie."

San pulled his face so that he could kiss him properly. He laid wet kisses against Wooyoung's lips between his words.

"I know."

Kiss.

"I love you baby."

Kiss.

"I need you."

Kiss.

"I love you."

Wooyoung stopped him from kissing him again.

"You're dehydrated Sannie. Let's get you some water."

San pouted, but let Wooyoung go.

Wooyoung made his way into the small kitchen, trailed by San. He got down a glass and filled it at the sink, all while San plastered himself to his back.

Wooyoung turned in San's arms, holding up the glass.

"Drink."

Obediently, San took the cup. He drained it and placed it on the counter next to Wooyoung.

"When did you last eat?"

San mumbled something, but Wooyoung knew what he needed. Internally, he placed an order.

"Food will be here in about half an hour," he said.

"You don't have to-"

"I already ordered," Wooyoung cut him off. "Now explain."

San blinked, like he had somehow forgotten about Wooyoung's wifi connection. He shook his head and sighed.

"When you mentioned Yeosang…" he paused, as if he was unsure about what to say. "I thought you wanted to leave me."

A few pieces slid into place for Wooyoung.

"But you love Yeosang."

"No, baby," San shook his head again, "I love you."

"I know. But you also love Yeosang."

San stared at him.

"You don't have to choose. I just thought you might feel better about it if it was all three of us."

San didn't say anything for a solid minute. He just stood there, staring at Wooyoung like he didn't know if he wanted to kiss him or force him to power down again.

"Three?" Was all he managed to say once he eventually got his voice working again.

Wooyoung nodded.

"But…"

San visibly gulped.

Wooyoung waited.

"If you knew… why would you…"

Wooyoung lifted a hand to San's cheek, an attempt at encouragement.

"Why would… you said…"

"Why would you only watch?" Wooyoung offered.

San nodded vigorously, glad to not have to say it himself.

"Well," Wooyoung shrugged slightly, slipping his hand slightly lower so it could rest at the base of San's throat. He ran his thumb back and forth against San's adam's apple - multi-tasking at monitoring his heart rate, and slowly adding a sexual edge to the moment.

"Well?" San whispered, trembling slightly under Wooyoung's touch.

Wooyoung's thumb came to a stop, opposite his fingers on San's throat. Gently, just enough to make San's eyelids flutter, he tightened his hold on San's neck.

"Do you think you deserve to touch Yeosang?"

=====

I want to note that at this point in the video review, I stopped the recording and turned to Wooyoung.

"San requested that you be submissive."

Wooyoung shrugged, "things change."

I stared at him for a moment, trying to wrap my head around this development.

"I programmed you to be a sub, albeit a bratty one."

Wooyoung tilted his head, flashing me a smile that made my stomach churn.

That smile should not have been possible. I knew the countless rotors and joints that made up the structure of Wooyoung's face. They could not produce what I was seeing.

"And Seonghwa programmed me to be proactive."

I blinked, not sure if I liked the information I was receiving.

"And we both know how good Seonghwa is at getting others to be more…" Wooyoung hummed, as if thinking of the correct word, "authentic."

He leaned in, lowering his voice as he kept that impossible smile on his face.

"Don't we? Pup?"

=====

Suffice to say, Wooyoung was essentially using San's degradation kink as a tool to ease him into the poly situationship they have going on now.

I still don't know exactly what Seonghwa did to his code. Wooyoung stopped letting me work on him. He says he prefers Seonghwa's contributions, though I still don't know where Hwa learned to do it. I have caught a glimpse of the work though.

It was unrecognizable. It looked like some language I've never seen. I don't mean coding language either. I couldn't tell you what alphabet it uses anymore. It looked like Klingon or something.

As for San… well… he's still a loser. You can tell him I said that. Wooyoung still runs that site, which now features Yeosang, in addition to San, more times than not. I'll openly admit that I still tune in from time to time. More out of morbid curiosity than any sort of erotic urges. It's a gooey window into the mental health of one of my more fragile friends.

Look, we all know things we'd rather not about the people we care about. I just get my information from a live feed sometimes. There's no shame in caring.

=====

Ateez Masterlist

[rems-writing]

Wooyoung as Yae Miko

》 Pairing: slight Wooyoung x San

》 Genre/AU: Fluffy headcanon/Genshin Impact AU

》 Wordcount: 881

》 Rating: pg-13

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Yae Miko is a catalyst user with an electro vision. Catalyst means someone who uses a spell book and casts magic to attack their enemies. She is somewhat friends with almost everyone in Inazuma due to her status as the high priestess of the Grand Narukami Shrine, but the one that she’s closest with is Ei, a polearm user with an electro gnosis. The reason why I have stated that Ei has a gnosis rather than a vision is because she is the electro archon (basically the god of the electro element). Ei’s official title is the Raiden Shogun.  I thought about who in Ateez would fit the closest to Yae Miko and the answer was simple. 

Jung Wooyoung. 

The first reason why I put these two together is the animal they represent. While Wooyoung admits that he sees himself as a black cat nowadays, og atinys knew that his animal representative is a fox. Yae Miko, aside from being a high priestess, is a fox envoy (a type of fox spirit). The type of fox she is though is a kitsune. 

The second reason why I put these two together is their affinity for being cheeky little shits and their constant teasing. 

I remember playing Gorou’s hangout event a while back (Gorou is a bow user with a geo vision) and the beginning was very much Wooyoung coded. Yae Miko was teasing the living hell out of Gorou and Gorou was getting flustered and frustrated with her as each second passed.  Now if I put Hongjoong as Gorou, this dynamic will for sure make any atiny that plays Genshin bust a lung laughing out loud should they visualize this.

Topaz for life!

The third reason is purely for ship reasons. If Wooyoung is Yae Miko, then San is Ei, aka the Raiden Shogun. WooSan are soulmates just as much as Miko & Ei are soulmates. And I’mma be real. 

San has the tits to pull a sword out of his chest. Yes, the Shogun’s elemental burst is her pulling a sword out of her titties. MOVING ON

One of Yae Miko’s lines when you unleash her burst is “A sight to behold.” Nothing really special about it to be honest. However, if I’m playing on the aspect of Wooyoung’s cheekiness, he’d probably say this when he sees San shirtless or when he sees the Traveler (aka you). He can be serious at times though! Another line Miko says when you unleash her burst is “I'm always watching.” If someone decided to screw San or you over, they’d be in some deep shit with him and would for sure be wary of their surroundings due to the sharp eyes that Wooyoung uses to instill the fear of God in them. 

Miko's elemental skill is to release these kitsune pillars that apply electro to the enemies before switching to another character (either pyro, hydro, cryo, geo, anemo, or dendro), to get certain elemental effects and defeat the enemies faster. I don’t know why, but I can just visualize Wooyoung using one of those kitsune pillars to cause mischief. 

Or maybe bother San. 

So imagine this.

San (as Ei, aka the Raiden Shogun) is meditating in the Plane of Euthymia peacefully. No one ever disturbs him unless it’s an emergency or if the Traveler (you) decides to visit. One day, you do decide to visit. But under Wooyoung’s orders. San would see you and greet you warmly with his big smile and dimples on his face.

“Do you need something, Traveler?”

You point to the doors of Tenshukaku and San cocks his head to the side in confusion before slowly exiting the building and walking down the steps until he gets to the main gate. He sees a kitsune pillar just standing there and San’s first thought was where the danger was. When he realizes that there is no danger, he’s simply confused. The pillar soon disappears, but there’s more winding down on the pathway. 

Was San supposed to follow them? 

Not having anything else to do, he follows the pillars one by one. It was a long walk to wherever these pillars led, but San needed the fresh air so he didn’t mind. As he reached the bottom of Mt. Yougou, the buff shogun’s confusion increased. He looks behind him to see you encouraging him to take the climb. With a small grin on his face, he climbed the mountain and found himself standing in the middle of the Grand Narukami Shrine, staring down at the scenario placed out in front of the Sacred Sakura Tree.

“Woo?”

“Hey, big boy! Glad you could join me.”

“You couldn’t just approach me yourself and ask to join you for this little… picnic thing like a normal person?”

“Now where’s the fun in that, Sannie?”

San sighs and sits down with Wooyoung so they could munch on the food that the high priest bought. After all, he wasn’t one to turn down free food. As he eats, he gives you a side-eye before mouthing ‘Thank you’ to you. Wooyoung saw you and winked at you before returning to curl up against the soft-hearted electro archon. The last thing you saw was something you and Paimon would never forget.

Wooyoung’s kitsune tails draped over the men’s laps. 

[sorryimananti-romantic]

SKRT SKRT

Konichiwassup mate! How do you do this bright evening! I am simply buzzed with excitement because I've finally managed to shake off my post exam exhaustion after sleeping through one whole day~

I was wondering what kind of medieval/mystic being our Ateez boyfriends might be and here are my thoughts:

1. Hongjoong: Fairy. A garden fairy to be exact. Like LOOK at his tiny ass (we're the same height) HE'S SO SMOL (He's actually pretty tall) HOW CUTE! (Well that's true.)

Also I can imagine him fly around in the garden perfecting the aesthetics of the place. And no, he'll not keep some basic ass fancy grass, nuh uh, natural vegetation and grass😌

2. Seonghwa: a Heavenly Nymph. Bro is gorgeous beyond words. His beauty is so sublime he can NEVER be just a mere earthly being. He'd be the most beautiful nymphs of all but equally as deadly. Crpss him and you might just lose a limb.

Yeosang: Forest Elf. Okay hear me out. LONG BLOND HAIR YEOSANG. AND WE ALL KNOW HOW BEAUTIFUL THE COLOUR GREEN LOOKS ON HIM. But yes he seems like he'll be the forest protector elf. (Maybe Hongjoong and Yeosang play together idk)

4. Yunho: Dragon. Bro is dragon coded. Like he's SO dragon. Ouu but he'll ne such a sweet dragon tho. Maybe he let's all the forest creatures sleep near him during chilly winters since he naturally exudes warmth.

5. Woosan: Nine Tail Foxes. They're a pair. Do not separate. I'm thinking Wooyoung would be the Nine Tailed fox that goes "Ohhh you look delicious. I wonder what you taste like!" And San would be like "Wooyo we talked about not scaring random travellers for fun anymore." T~T The Yin-Yang Foxies

6. Minki: The mountain diety. He's the one in charge of the forest that the boys live in. Though he's just a babie!:(( like one day a random bunny will he minding his business when he comes across Mountain diety Mingi yapping about his problems to a sympathetic Seonghwa while pouting.

7. Jongho: Moon Spirit. He descends down to the forest at night to sing to all the creatures. The animals sometimes bring him gifts like leaves and shiny pebbles. Has kept them all in a secure box back home.

HI HIIII IM SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK AHAHA I MISSED THIS

okay but i love your brain? ateez as medieval/mystical creatures? hello??

okay i've always thought about demons and darker stuff when it comes to hongjoong but now that you say it.... he fits the concept of a garden fairy so well? tiny lil joong (says i who'd look like a dwarf next to him) with his little trinkets and colours he's so fairy coded actually you've changed my perspective of him.

and seonghwa-- you're absolutely right about this one. prettiest nymph in the area and also the deadliest. too pretty for you. too pretty to belong to the earth. im glad all of us agree on that LOL

i always think fairy when i think of yeosang. fairy or angel. but forest elf is such a cute concept i can def entertain it (esp if it's long blonde hair yeosang wearing the colour green you've found me weakness). he would def be friends with hongjoong, often spotted hanging out with him. seonghwa would sometimes join them hehehehehe

yunho! dragon! coded! TAKE ME HOME!! my gut told me i had to make him a dragon and its worked so well (considering i just became an atiny when i wrote take me home, deciding his animal form should be a dragon is sth im a little proud of). you bet he'd have everyone lined up next to him in the winters for him to keep them warm and snug hoho

omg woosan as foxes yes doesn't help they look like actual foxes. nine-tailed fox duo? even better. yin-yang foxes? im violently sobbing right now. wooyoung would def scare the villagers away only for san to scold him afterwards and he would be like :D

omgg minki mountain deity trust us to give mingi some mighty role when he's literally a babie :(( but yes! yapping about his problems to anyone who sits with him long enough and the mountain creatures be like ah shit here we go again :') sometimes yunho the dragon would find this mountain deity and they would hang out im so soft rn

jongho. moon. spirit. lemme kiss your brain. descends down each night to sing the creatures to sleep? (i need him to sing me to sleep too) im gonna write a whole something about this one day just you watch BUT OMGG imagine its winters and all of the ateez are hanging out next to yunho the dragon and jongho joins them and for a while they all hang out until its time to sleep and jongho sings them to sleep and watches his hyungs with those (◠ ◡ ◠) eyes im gonna cry

[jehan-d-art]

thank you for tagging me @clawbehavior

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Note: I'm only putting fics of which I haven't posted anything yet into this list to not make it too easy to guess what the stories are about (also, I've got like 15 or more on-going fics on ao3 at the time) ^^

kpop

SHINee

- jongtae - dream girl

- accidentally kink discovery

- minkey - it's all just a shell

- taekaiten - deep into the mood

- minkey - kei x yaku au

- minkey puppy love

- minkey - kinky office romance

Seventeen

- verkwan - Hanahaki Disease AU

- junhao - broke witch

- jeongcheol - worship

- jigyu - hybrid au

- meanies

- verkwan - primary school teachers

- verkwan - period drama

- Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups/Xu Minghao | The8/Yoon Jeonghan

- soonhoon - (a/b/o, still you 'verse)

SHINee and Seventeen

- minkey / solboo bodyswap

- foursome

Ateez

- jongsang - same scent (inspired by oneus)

- the courage of stars - seongjoong space pirates au

- woosan - mignon aka vampire au

- yungi - canon compliant friends to lovers

WayV

- vampire polycule, aka xiaojun/wayv

others

- taekaiten - deep into the mood

- ten/jackson/jeff - (code) switching

- bunny boys - I'm a bottom and you're a bottom, what the fuck… or how the fuck?

- jeongcheol + kunten (+ jeongten + kuncheol) - matter of perspective

TV series

Beyond Evil

- entwined (pov after the loss)

- same old rut

The Devil Judge

- graven image

- dog motif

- dog motif teeth

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart!

- nesting

- j/j as a/a

I have no idea who to tag and (let me count real quick...) I will not be tagging over 30 people, so I'll just be tagging a few people though even if I have not tagged you, please feel free to answer to this ^^

@little-arcadia @gaylilsherlock @uhhhhmanda @deepbutdazzlingdarkness @darthfluff @27vampyresinhermind

[itsbeeble]

describe your relationship with ur moots using different kpop idol ship dynamics ⭐️

Wait oh my god this is gonna be so fun

@juyeonszn we are sunwoo and eric. At any moment one of us is gonna be delusional as hell and the other is GOING to encourage it. There's no telling who is who

@winterchimez wooyoung and san. i don't need to explain. we are woosan.

@zzoguri had to think about this for a minute but tbh i think we're very dk and joshua coded. We're both goofy as hell and together i guarantee we'll be unstoppable

@sungbeam giggles bc i think yeonjun and soobin are very us coded. i shower people with aggressive affection and i feel like you shower people with gentle affection (aka i feel like we'll have a very much NO U friendship)

@captain-brie mingyu and hoshi fr‼️‼️ one of us is clinically insane and the other is always on the receiving end (it changes every day)