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stoner jongho who thought weed was for losers at first but sees you, someone he really likes, smoking at some party and decides to join. he takes his first hit of the joint and barely inhales but coughs so much that his face turns red and he sees stars. when you giggle at him though, his face isn’t red from the coughing anymore. he hardly gets high but pretends to be just so he can get away with staring at your face every chance he gets and not have it be creepy. once you invite him to hang with you and your other friends to smoke some other time, he immediately agrees, forgetting that he doesn’t consider himself someone who would smoke weed for fun. but once he realizes he feels so relaxed and happy being around you (regardless of if he’s high) he embraces the stoner life. he gets his bud from a friend of yours, choi san, and often lets you have entire joints that he’s paid for, because he loves seeing your face light up whenever he offers it to you. every so often, it ends up being just the two of you, jongho and you, smoking in your car somewhere. those times, he finds himself sneaking gentle touches, brushing your shoulders together, moving hair out of your face, moving so you can lean on his shoulders. he doesn’t know it, but you love him. soon, the casual touches turn to more frequent affection, him finding comfort in the way you grab his arm when he tells a funny joke or the way you sigh quietly and let yourself find peace in him after a hard day, and one day you feel like you might cry or melt or cease to exist and you have nothing to hold back anymore and you whisper under your breath, the smell of weed sweetly hanging in the air, a quiet “jongho. jongho i love you.” he goes silent and you think you’ve ruined it, but he looks at you with the widest eyes, completely sober, and brings his hand up to your face, touching your cheek, pulling you close to his face, so close you can feel his breath on your lips and you think he might kiss you but instead he presses his forehead against yours and says “i love you too, i’ve loved you for so long” and then he kisses you, sweetly, gently, lovingly, and you know that he means it, it’s not the weed talking. after he’s done kissing you, he tries to play it cool by taking another hit of the joint you both were smoking but is so excited that you love him back that he chokes on the smoke, coughing almost as hard as the first time he took a hit with you, and you laugh. this time, neither of you have to hide your blushing, and once he’s done coughing you kiss him on the cheek, telling him teasingly “if you can’t hang, i’m gonna have to stop smoking with you.” he knows you’re joking but he pouts anyway, pulling you into his arms saying “nope, now you’re never getting rid of me.”
it’s my birthday today so i wrote something c: it’s a little short but i like it just fine! can you tell i like theme parks? and also that i like mingi?? anyway thanks for sticking around <3
there’s nothing quite like spending the day with mingi at theme parks during the holidays
even though the holiday parades that march through the streets of the park are usually for little kids, the way mingi stops and appreciates every float, every song, every fluttering piece of confetti that falls through the air and into his hair makes you feel like you are one of the kids in the crowd with their mouth agape as one of the performers dressed as a nutcracker hands candy tenderly to whoever they can reach
the sparkle that never leaves mingi’s eyes is infectious, especially when you can feel his hands squeezing yours, gently trapped in its embrace as he excitedly bounces up and down after seeing a cool new float that has that one character he really likes on it
even after the parade has finished and all the characters are done dancing and laughing in the streets, you can still feel that mingi just loves the atmosphere so much
because you don’t want the cheer to fade away, you find yourself tugging mingi gently by your joined hands to the crepe stand, decorated with garland and fake candy canes to buy you both the holiday special crepe
which you share before inevitably going on the scariest roller coaster you can find
do you almost immediately regret eating something sweet before going on a huge coaster? yes absolutely. but was the flavor of the cinnamon-gingerbread crepe worth it? one hundred percent
and even though roller coasters can be terrifying, there’s just something about the way you and mingi release your nervous energy in the line
with anxious laughter and a sudden inability to stand still that makes you feel a little bit better about your impending doom
(or maybe, just maybe, it's the way you lock eyes with each other and behind the nerves of anticipation, you can see the excitement for the thrill of a lifetime laying in wait)
(or even more than that, maybe it’s the competitive edge both you and your boyfriend have to out-brave each other, even if you are both cowards in reality)
it’s all worth it when the ride hits a reprieve in the middle where you both turn to look at each other, wind-swept hair all over the place and incredulous looks of “i can’t believe how fast we just went- how are we alive?? that was so fun and terrifying!” on your faces
eventually having the joy of getting to laugh at one another when you get off the ride and see the photos that were snapped on it
with mingi’s mouth open, a silent scream immortalized in the frame and your eyes screwed shut and your hands raised above your head in classic roller coaster fashion
maybe your favorite part about going to theme parks with mingi though, beside the wonder in his eyes while watching the parade or the thrill of riding a scary roller coaster were all the in-between bits
where you would just be walking around under the stars with his arm around you and your body nestled into his, just talking about life, each other, love, anything that comes to mind really
getting to just be with your boyfriend as two humans existing at the same time, having fun and being in love with the other
when you and yeosang had first started dating, he had always leaned into your frame with his warm body and whispered gently into your ear that he was going to be with you forever. you would always giggle and push at his chest with the dumbest grin on your face because you were just so embarrassed that your boyfriend was so mushy despite his outward appearance. but you believed him. when anyone asked you what you wanted to do for a living, you imagined your dream job, but you also imagined getting home from work every day to yeosang, waiting for you like he was still the cute boy who had asked you out while blushing. you were always so excited to see him after a long day at your shitty part time job or when he got home from a long study session. even years into your relationship you had never let your love for him dull. you always figured he had felt the same way.
it wasn’t until he had asked to break up that you realized he didn’t feel the same way. you were confused, thinking at first that he was pulling some sort of weird prank on you. he wasn’t. you were too heartbroken to even ask him why, and just let him go. you loved him so much that you’d do anything for him to be happy, even if it meant it wasn’t with you.
it wasn’t until you saw him in line at a cafe with someone else that you realized the reason he wanted to break up. you knew he was too kind to cheat on you, he had that much mercy at least, but it still stung. it still made your eyes well up with tears in the middle of you opening the door to the cafe but it still somehow felt painful to turn around and leave him. but you did it anyway, because even though he broke your heart, you still loved him.
it wasn’t until you had found solace in your friends that you realized healing was possible. you thought that you were just broken, damaged goods from how bad you had been hurt. some days, positivity and healing were more out of reach than others, and some days you still slipped into the routine of isolation and avoidance, but many days, you were able to see the beauty contained in every moment. you knew that you would make it out of this less shattered than you thought. the experience had changed you, and you were still unsure of many things, but being whole again was in reach. you weren’t hurting every day like you had been before.
it wasn’t until an invitation to the wedding of yeosang and his partner showed up at your front door that you realized that the past could still hurt you, even if it was a dull ache pressing at your chest. you were happy for him, of course you were, but the endless what ifs were swirling around your mind like a tornado that was tearing down some of the defenses you had put in place to heal. but that’s how the universe works, in unanswered questions and hypotheticals that will never come true, and you felt the tornado die down when you let your happiness for the couple outweigh the turmoil in your mind.
and it wasn’t until you attended the wedding that you realized you could love somebody else. it was a beautiful ceremony, you couldn’t even begin to deny that, but everybody knows that the reception is when the real fun begins. the open bar became your home base, and where you met kim hongjoong for the first time. when you saw him, he was holding what looked like a rum and coke and wearing probably the most alluring smile you had ever seen. conversation with him was riveting and so was the way he gently brushed his hand against your cheek. even more engaging was the way he ghosted his lips across yours after saying you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. you had to let him know that he was as angelic as any creation of the heavens and as he pressed his lips against yours, you knew that although a chapter of your life with yeosang had ended so hardly for you, it was only the beginning of your story.
after literal months of trying to write this, here it is!! i completely trashed it after a few attempts and rewrote it in the span of two hours after probably too much coffee but i hope everyone enjoys it nonetheless !!
you didn’t know jung wooyoung very well but you also felt like things were better off that way since he was the type of guy to hang out with the wrong crowd
y’know, the ones who probably smoke cigarettes on campus and cut classes to get drunk at whatever party was happening on campus that day
you could be almost positive that jung wooyoung would rather stick his hand in hot oil than be acquainted with you, since pretty much every time you accidentally made eye contact with him in your shared class, he looked just about like he was ready to commit murder
the first time it happened, you hadn’t even realized you were looking at him, not until you felt someone’s red hot stare on your face
and the second, third and fourth time have also all been less than purposeful, getting called by the professor to hand back certain papers, dropping your pencil too close to him, quickly glancing around the room to see if anyone had caught you tripping over your own shoelaces and seeing the cold eyes of wooyoung staring back at you, every single time has been returned with a sneer crossing his face and a dangerous look in his eyes
it’s not like you wanted to be looking at him, you had much better things to be doing, like your classwork or writing in your notebook, but it’s like you were fated to annoy wooyoung
it was like a curse, you couldn’t escape that guy, especially not when your professor told the class about how the project that he was originally planning to be done alone was to now be completed in partners (randomly assigned!!)
lord knows you had just the worst luck, so of course you got paired up with jung fucking wooyoung of course you had!
you’re sure that as soon as he heard your name in conjunction with his, he was ready to drop the class entirely but you were more than willing to do all the work by yourself if it meant not having to deal with him
you told him as much as soon as class was over which obviously didn’t go over so well seeing as wooyoung just narrowed his eyes at you and told you that he didn’t trust you to not fuck things up, adding that he was going to be in the library later in the day to get started
you almost snapped back at him that you were surprised that he even knew where the library was, but you held your tongue out of fear for your own safety and well-being
so later that day, you walked yourself to the library despite every bone in your body protesting spending extra time with the man who all but hated you
you refused to let him do the work alone because you weren’t overly confident in his mental facilities and dedication to getting at least passing grades
and after about five minutes of walking through the library, you spotted wooyoung sitting at a table with a book pulled out, along with a snack which you were pretty sure were prohibited in this area
but as long as it didn’t get you in trouble, you didn’t want to waste your time arguing with him over the rules
as he looked up from the snack he was examining for whatever reason, he spotted you, a sour look crossing his face as he leaned back in his chair
as you approached and pulled out a chair on the opposite side of the table, he made some remark about how he didn’t actually expect you to show and that he’s disappointed that he has to spend extra time with you
to which you can’t help but retort by saying you figured he might need help actually figuring out how to read the books on the subject but you leave it at that, opting to ignore whatever comes out of his loud mouth next in favor of pulling out your laptop to actually start working on the project
the table becoming silent other than the sounds of munching whenever wooyoung took a bite of his snack and after a few hours of research and tense comparing of ideas, you call it a day and head home to ponder how you and wooyoung didn’t tear each other apart from limb to limb
these quiet library sessions filled with very little talking and a lot of awkwardness in the air continue for a few weeks, each time you meet up getting less scary and annoying, and in turn becoming more relaxed and productive
the insults haven’t stopped being slung from either side, but now it’s less of actual hatred and closer to frenemy-esque banter which surprises you almost as much as when you forgot to eat lunch before going to the library
your stomach letting out a loud grumble in front of your project partner, and him glaring at you with an accusatory look, only to reach into his bag and grab out one of the snacks he always seems to be carrying around
you weren’t sure how to respond to this so you spluttered out a “no thank you, why do you think i want your shit anyway” only for wooyoung to shove it onto your side of the table anyway
telling you that it was probably stale from sitting at the bottom of his bag for weeks anyway but when you open it and take a bite of one of the crackers, it’s not even close to stale, it’s not even crushed up like most old snacks would be
this unexpected act of kindness (could it even be classified as that when wooyoung was probably just annoyed by your stomach making noise???) shut you up for the rest of the day, and even some of the next time you saw him
until you realized it would be the last day you’d have to work with him for the project, seeing as it was due the next day in class and leaving the table that day felt almost bittersweet
you didn’t know what to do with yourself now that you had so much wooyoung-free time, but it was nice knowing that you didn’t have to worry about annoying him any more
that is, until you show up to the library the next week, near the same time you and wooyoung usually met up to work, since you weren’t sure what else to do during that time, only to find wooyoung sitting at the same table you usually worked together at
you were shocked of course, but he looked even more shocked when he saw you approaching, asking you what you were doing here, if you knew that the project was over or if your tiny brain couldn’t remember that, the same banter you’d usually encounter while working
you let him know that you just didn’t know what else to do with the free time, now that you don’t have any big projects to work on so you figured you’d just chill here anyway
and nothing much really happens, it’s a mix between you feeling awkward and trying to act natural until you realize that you have to leave
when you meet up with your friends after for a little de-stressing hangout, they ask you if you’re still going on those dates with wooyoung and you can’t help but laugh- you???? attracted to jung wooyoung???????? the man who has only felt contempt towards you????????????? as if.
yet, despite it being a passing comment meaning no harm, you can’t help but ponder over it for far longer than someone who actually isn’t in some way attracted to wooyoung should
it practically takes over your life, thinking and overthinking every word you’ve said to him and every interaction you’ve shared with him, you could’ve sworn at the time that you hated him but maybe the flutter you got in your stomach before meeting him every week wasn’t so much out of fear as it was attraction
you stay in your dorm the next week in favor of going to the library, fearing that you’d become physically ill if you had to see wooyoung and confront your feelings and biases towards him, not even slightly suspecting that he’d find you in class the next day and ask if you were okay, since you weren’t at the library yesterday
offering you once more a snack from his bag which you accept weakly with a weak snide comment about not wanting his pity, him responding with a small smile that he was actually plotting to give you food poisoning but you could tell that he cared at least a little bit, a fact which got your heart racing and you brain trying to deny totally
the next week, you actually do show up to the library, not wanting to seem weak for skipping the unofficial hangout with wooyoung, only for you to lose yourself in the book you were reading
not realizing it had gotten dark until you looked out the window nearby, wanting to bang your head against the table since it’s never safe to walk alone in the dark, until wooyoung sees your plight and offers to walk you home
you feel like you’re about to combust but you shake your head quickly, saying you can call a friend to come pick you up, but wooyoung doesn’t seem to be listening to your protests, telling you that you’re too stubborn and to just let him walk yo back to the dorm
it would probably be less out of the way for him than your friend anyway
which is how you find yourself standing beside him, walking to your dorm in the dark
when you get to your door, you see the gears turning in his brain and can’t resist one final jab for the day, remarking that you’re surprised it’s not actually hollow in his noggin
and since jung wooyoung never fails to surprise you, he forgoes a response to instead start leaning toward you with a small smirk on his face
the heat in your face feels like it’s on turboblast, your heart is going three hundred miles per hour and you can’t think of anything logical to do other than to run inside your dorm, quickly shout out a thank you, and all but slam your door in his face
your roommate asks why you look so panicked and you respond with “i think my mortal enemy slash crush just tried to kiss me”
you have more than a few crises about it that night, even dreaming about the events of the day, only to show up to class the next day, seeing wooyoung look less energized than usual
this time you’re the one to approach him, asking if he’s okay and him sort of scoffing and asking why you would care anyway (at this point you know he’s hurt but you were nervous that the guy you thought you hated but ended up being attracted to was trying to kiss you okay you’re valid)
so you steel your nerves, check that the professor hasn’t walked into class yet, and quickly grab wooyoung by the front of his shirt and give him the quickest kiss you think may be humanly possible before rushing to your seat and burying your head in the textbook, leaving wooyoung standing there in shock as the professor waltzes in
if you think you can escape the clutches of wooyoung after class, you’re sorely mistaken, as soon as the professor dismisses you, he’s shooting out of his seat and grabbing your hand, basically dragging you into a quieter part of the building before asking if you meant it, you shooting him a silent, bashful nod, and him pulling you in for a much longer kiss than you gave him before
it’s like breathing after a lifetime of not knowing what oxygen was, but you pull back to ask him why he hated you and the words get caught in his throat
it’s like he’s choking on his pride when he tells you that the first time he saw you he was so enraptured by you, but how he also couldn’t help but be bitter that you’d never see him like that since you were so out of his league (in his mind- he was the “bad boy” after all)
he knew what sorts of rumors circulated about him around campus, skipping class to smoke and party, getting into fights
but the reality was just that he worked at a shop to be able to pay his tuition and sometimes the hours were in the middle of when he had to be in class or whatever
he even always let the professors know and they were always okay with it as long as his grades didn’t suffer
you were sitting there listening to him say all this with his arms still around you like :0
because wow you’d never guess it
but because you can’t help yourself, you remark that he was so much more sexy when you thought he was a real bad boy, to which he shuts you up by kissing you once more, a common theme you discover in the coming weeks of courtship
your meetings at the library migrating to small cafes and cute diners and movies at his apartment, all feelings of tension and hatred and remorse becoming almost a joke with you two, hardly being able to believe there was a time in which you weren’t so enamored with each other
the both of you hardly being able to go a single weekend without staying the night with each other, waking up in a pile of blankets and pillows and tangled in the warm embrace of the other, making breakfast (or brunch, since it’s sometimes hard to get out of bed) with each other
wooyoung often opting to hold you from behind rather than actually helping though you can’t exactly say you mind too much as long as he’s quietly making corny jokes in your ear or kissing you on the head
the best times, you think are the times where he, in his typical wooyoung fashion, surprises you by taking you out on dates
sometimes they’re fancy restaurants where you feel much too young and broke to be, playing footsies under the table and giggling at each other
other times he just takes you to the middle of a field of flowers where he unveils a picnic basket and cute quilted blanket (which he reveals to you that he made himself) and the two of you lay outside for hours, sometimes running around and playing goofy games, sometimes laying in each others’ embrace and basking in the silence that you now feel so comfortable in
sometimes he just pulls you into bed for a midday nap, sleeping next to each other like it’s where you were made to be
as if some higher being had made it so that the place you melded to was wooyoung’s side
as if he was the only place you were ever going to be complete, and you figured that’s how it was since wooyoung was your home, he was everything you ever needed and he was the only thing that made you feel such otherworldly love
went to a garden and took some photos and thought of what it would be like to be there with yunho
i’ve been thinking a lot about resident evil recently and the idea of post-outbreak raccoon city police officer choi san (who is actually super afraid of all of the zombies) finding a civilian who he wants to protect (and also may think is quite stunning even covered in dirt and grime from you know, the zombie outbreak) and doing everything in his power to protect them even though he’s scared shitless
sigh,,,,, it’s been awhile huh? hopefully i haven’t gotten rusty and this little thing maybe makes people who have a rough time at work (aka me i wrote this for myself basically) feel a bit better about things !!
sometimes work can be very stressful and your boyfriend jongho would be more than aware of how much the day could get to you
especially when your boss is the kind of boss to hover around you whenever you’re working, or even when your boss gets mad at you for something you didn’t do
which seems like is how it goes every day at work and sometimes you’re perfectly capable of handling your boss and his comments and taking everything in stride
but sometimes you get so fed up that you feel like crying and walking out but you always push through it
at least until you get home and feel the warmth of the space and smell the scent of food jongho is cooking up and it’s the comfortable feeling of being home after such a bad day that you start to feel your eyes fill up with tears of stress and frustration
and you’re trying so hard to keep it together so as to not worry jongho that you don’t even hear his called out greeting, your lack of response concerning him as he walks to the front door to see you standing there with a frown and eyes all watery
he basically flings the spatula in his hands back into the kitchen to instead take you into his arms and comfort you because even though you haven’t said what’s wrong, he can guess that work was tough today
so he does what any good boyfriend would do and brings you to the couch, sits you down, and starts massaging you to relieve some of the tension he knows you carry in your neck and shoulders while whispering to you that it’s okay, you’re doing great, and that your boss is stupid for making you feel like that
you just sit there and nod your head because you know he’s right
slowly you start to feel your eyes stop tearing up and you just turn around to face jongho and even though the position is a little bit awkward, you just hug him and bury your face in his neck and tell him “thank you” as much as you can
because sometimes you just need some reassurance and he’s always there to give it to you
if you think he’s just going to let you go back to whatever you were doing oh boy are you mistaken because as soon as he finishes making your dinner and filling you up with whatever warm meal he made, he will be absolutely drawing you a bath with warm water and dim lighting and candles and getting out those essential oils that are supposed to help relieve stress (even though he’s not quite sure he believes that)
he even gets out your comfiest robe for you to slip into after relaxing in the tub until you’re all pruney
he knows that people playing with your hair is supposed to release endorphins so he lays you down in your bed, your head in his lap, his fingers just gently running through your hair and gently caressing your scalp
it’s like you didn’t even go to work that day, all the stress of your stupid boss and his stupid voice criticizing you happened in some alternate timeline
because all you can think of is the way jongho is so close to you and how his touches are filled with love and affection and how you’re more than lucky to have this perfect man in your life as a permanent fixture
and how you probably don’t vocalize it enough but you’re quickly falling asleep so with a quiet voice filled with adoration, you whisper that you love him
the last thing you see before your eyes slip shut in a peaceful slumber is the biggest, goofiest smile in the world on your boyfriend’s face
when you wake up, jongho has removed himself from under you, but now his body is wrapped around yours as the light from the morning sun filters in through the curtains
you’re not sure if it’s the duvet on top of you keeping you warm or if it’s the sunlight laying on your skin
but you do know that with jongho so sweetly laying next to you, it’s the warmth of your love for one another that keeps your heart warm and your soul happy
you can’t help yourself when you see him shift ever so slightly under the covers to reveal his face to the morning but to kiss him gently, leaving light pecks on his nose, his forehead, everywhere you can reach
until the eyelashes so delicately placed on his face flutter and you can see his irises peek out from behind his eyelids and he’s awake with you still leaning over him
he doesn’t mind at all being woken at this hour, all grumpiness he had in his body now fleeing as he sees your features greeting him
he pulls you down for a soft kiss, a real one, on the lips where he can feel your love for him lingering on his lips and being released into the air and you feel it too, the sweet taste of love and tenderness and endearment
this was borne out of some feverish trance where i was just desperately thinking about how beautiful it would be to kiss seonghwa in an art museum so if it doesn’t make sense it’s because some ghost or god possessed me to write this
you loved the art museum not just for the rich history carried between its walls or the beauty of each piece delicately crafted
you loved it also because that’s where park seonghwa worked
to say that he was the most beautiful work there would be an understatement since, as your boyfriend, you’re obligated to sing his praises
(and even if you weren’t, you’d do it anyway)
while he was your favorite piece of art, you couldn’t see him all the time since he -y’know- had to do his job as the tour guide
which often left you to walk around the exhibits of marble statues and renaissance paintings and still life pieces
finding new emotional aspects to each piece with every visit until eventually, your boyfriend has a break between tours and gets to see you
sometimes he’ll watch you for a minute or so before approaching you because he thinks that your reveries of observing the delicate brushstrokes of a painting is so attractive
or the way you’re making notes on your phone about the artist and things about their world you like
but sometimes he can’t help but walk up behind you with a tired sigh from dealing with a rowdy tour group or grumpy coworkers
leaving him to hug you around the waist and leaning his head onto your shoulder and just resting
even if it’s just for the brief moment until you turn around to look at him properly and brush the hair away from his face and planting a sweet kiss on his forehead or cheek or chin
and reassuring him that he’s almost done for the day and that you’ll be sure to run him a warm bath when you both get home
or give him a gentle massage to relieve the stress he keeps in his shoulders and back
he always protests that he doesn’t want to make you do something like that for him but you always insist, why would you not want to help the man you were in love with?
the sweetest blush always takes over his features when you remind him that it's not a bother for you because you love him and want to take care of him
and it’s like he can’t control himself because every time you tell him that you’re in love with him, he quickly glances around to make sure nobody is watching him and his unprofessional actions and leans in to kiss you square on the lips and just hold you in his arms for as long as he can
because sometimes he feels like he doesn’t show his appreciation for you enough, since you always are there to reassure him and help him relax and just be there for him when his days aren’t going so well
it’s in these quiet moments that you both treasure so dearly where he’s able to show you that you’re his savior even though for you, it’s just making sure the love of your life is doing okay
words don’t exist when he’s holding you like he knows nothing else
you can feel the heat of his skin radiating onto your own, his forehead pressed against yours as his eyes, filled with stars and galaxies and everything else beautiful stare into yours with such intense emotion of love, adoration, gratitude that you’re his
this time he doesn’t look around before kissing you once more, his hands holding onto you like a lifeline
and you’re dizzy from the sensation of seonghwa invading your world, taking over everything you’ve ever known, inviting it
entangled in one another in just a kiss in front of the statue of psyche being revived by cupid’s kiss
that’s how you feel too, like you didn’t know how to breathe until seonghwa taught you with his mouth on yours, his hands still steady on your waist
after time has stopped and stopped again, he pulls back, breathing you in still as he catches his breath, realizing that he has another group to tour
but this time he’ll look at each piece of art differently, with the love you’ve infused into him pouring out at the seams, the beauty of every single work tripled and quadrupled
until all he can think about is kissing you silly in each room for every piece to see his love for you spilling out and into the atmosphere
sometimes i can’t tell if i hate my writing or if i just hate myself but uhhhh here’s something for my sweetest boy mingi
sweet blush pastel yellows and greens honey bf mingi who loves holding your pinky finger with his whole hand
loves laying his head in your lap while you’re sitting on the sofa and even though he’s so tall when he stands next to you he just feels so tiny when he holds your arm close to his body
pouts when you jokingly lean away from his grabby hands trying to pull you into a hug
it’s crazy how many people think he’s some hooligan from his long limbs and sharp eyes until they see how he looks at you, like he’s going to melt if he looks for too long
but he loves the feeling of warm lovesick sweet gooey adoration he gets in his heart and soul for you
some people may comment on his attitude when it comes to you (which is just whipped boy who wants to love you for eternity) but he doesn’t see why people have an issue with the unconditional love he has for you
because seriously he’s just so enamored with everything you do and everything you are
even when you’re at the library studying for a test or just perusing the selection of books, he’s wrapped around you
until he realizes he has to get up to get a book in a nearby aisle and he’s pouting as he pulls away from you and you’re reassuring him that you’ll be right there when he gets back
so he figures if he goes fast enough he won’t be as sad about leaving you and your sweet scent and warmth
but he gets distracted in the aisle by someone who comes up to him and starts talking and you can’t tell what they’re talking about, but you know that he enjoys making connections with others so you’re happy that he’s getting to meet someone new
and you can also tell that the person is flirting with mingi from the way they’re playing with their hair and clothes
you think it’s cute how oblivious mingi is to that sort of stuff but those thoughts all stop mattering when he turns his head, looking at you, and just smiles the biggest, brightest smile where his eyes disappear into crescent moons
probably mentioning that you dragged him here, and you can’t help the blush you feel erupt across your face
because you think mingi is the most genuine, sweetest person you’ve ever met and you love how happy he makes you and how happy you make him
you’re so lost in thought about the man you adore most that you don’t realize until he’s grabbing your hand that he’s returned to the table you’re sat at, with the book he was looking for
as well as a small pout on his sweet lips and you ask him what’s wrong and he replies to you by telling you that he missed you
to which you burst out laughing because he was literally within your line of sight, how could he miss you??
but of course, he has a rebuttal for you, saying that he wasn’t able to be looking at you for the whole time, and that it made him sad
which is not acceptable on your watch for your boyfriend to be sad so after looking around to make sure you wouldn’t get caught and embarrassed, you lean in to plant a small peck on mingi’s lips
erasing the pout that previously sat there, and causing a smile to erupt instead which made your heart swell with love and affection for the man
and it’s like he was going through withdrawals of you, so he pulls you close to him, moving your whole chair so he would be able to nuzzle his face into your neck, hair tickling your nose
but you don’t mind it, instead patting it down and running your fingers through it
you can feel his smile somehow grow even bigger as he lets the love he feels for you take place in his soul, travelling through his body from his heart, into his fingers and skin and lips and everywhere that exists, he loves you, the sweet honey taste of you, his love for you, in the air, on his tongue, everywhere
ateez as people in my philosophy class
hongjoong: the one who asks questions
this guy just wants to make sure his notes are Perfect. he asks so many questions but is very respectful and is as non-disruptive as he can be. he uses the “raise hand” function in zoom and doesn’t just call out or interrupt. if there’s questions in the chat that the professor isn’t looking at, he’ll be the one to ask for the class.
seonghwa: the professor
such a sweet man, seonghwa is the professor of the class!! he’s so patient and kind and makes even the smallest bits of class fun, like asking us to turn on our cameras just so he feels less lonely. he assigns a lot, but it’s just because it’s a complex subject and he wants to make sure we have the understanding needed to pass the class and have a good time doing it.
yunho: the one who shows off his pets
every time someone mentions animals, yunho is there to show off his pets. sometimes he’ll just bring them on screen to chill, and other times he starts playing with them in the middle of the lecture. much to hongjoong’s chagrin, the chat quickly veers away from educational content and towards “omg yunho your cats are so cute!!” or “wow what kind of dog is that?” and he’ll respond to every question in the chat. he especially loves when the professor catches sight of his pets and compliments them.
yeosang: the one that you’ve never seen or heard before
is yeosang even awake for the lectures? he’s in the meeting, but his camera is off, he’s muted, never types in the chat, and even when the professor puts the class into breakout rooms, the group he’s with hardly even notices he’s there. of course he is awake, and despite being on his phone for most of the class, his notes are immaculate. thinks he is being enigmatic but really, he’s just a wallflower. a for effort though!
san: the one who is always in the chat
san honestly may as well have muted the lecture. half the stuff he writes in the chat is not at all pertinent to class, and does he even know what philosophy is? he’s more focused on making friends (or party buddies) than he is on getting good grades. he’s totally capable of passing the class, but just isn’t interested in applying himself in this case. he definitely tries to ask the professor for extra credit at the end of the semester, but as much as the professor likes san, he’s not gonna give him the extra credit lol.
mingi: the one who has a dope zoom setup
he’s all out on the zoom setup with a greenscreen, a nice gaming chair, and even a professional quality microphone. it’s like he’s a twitch streamer, but he really just wants to look and sound professional for his zoom classes. nobody else sees the point of it, but mingi hasn’t had much contact with other people due to corona so he really wants to make sure that he’s presenting himself the best he can to some of the only people he sees on a regular basis. such a kind boy who does his best to be friendly and kind to everyone else.
wooyoung: the one who won’t shut up
a lot of students in a philosophy class seem to think that they are superior. the sort of holier-than-thou mindset where they feel the need to tell everyone their whole life story and share way too much about everything. it all starts with one question to the professor, but instead of letting the professor actually answer the question, he keeps interrupting and trying to make it about himself when he just asked a yes or no question. arguably the most annoying type of student ever. (love you wooyoung)
jongho: the one who subtly flexes
he’s not the most active during discussions, but when he answers a question, you know he’s got a big brain. he has perfect notes, but isn’t very vocal about it like hongjoong. jongho is like the best person to be in a breakout room with, especially if you haven’t done the reading. he’ll gently reprimand you and tell you to make sure to do it next time, but won’t make you feel bad, and will explain all of the key points to you. also every one of the other students think he’s the cutest and will always respond to his discussion posts.
idk where this came from but uhhhhh here we are. i hope this doesn’t come across as wooyoung bashing lol but he really is the kind of person who doesn’t know when to shut his mouth (but i love him for that!!) i hope everyone is having a good day c:
dog with acorn hat. my queen 👄
uhhhhh,,,,, i’m bad at formatting and stuff but i hope you can look past that and enjoy this spur of the moment prohibition au that i may or may not make more parts for !!!
you knew that it was uncouth for a person to partake in such illicit activities as drinking alcohol during prohibition, but you couldn’t help it, not with the way the speakeasy was calling to you. well, maybe the speakeasy wasn’t calling to you, but the boy you were always able to see in the speakeasy was so alluring that you couldn’t seem to keep away for too long.
jung wooyoung, the devil, would always beckon you over to the table he was sat at when his eyes had wandered to you, and you could never resist. the sweet smell of cigars lingered in the air, making you crinkle your nose every time you entered the area, but the scent always was at the back of your mind when you could hear the live jazz band playing tin roof blues and when you could feel wooyoung’s lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he brought you close to speak to you without having to yell over the saxophone section.
something about the way his hand would rest against your back made you feel safe, even though you were in such an illicit place. you might even describe the feeling he gave you as relaxed, especially when he would take your hand in his and guide you to the center of the room to dance to the tunes played by the band.
he never made you feel uncomfortable with the way he was so gentle with you and the way he didn’t encroach on your space without you first pulling him towards you, but every time he did get close, you were able to smell the alcohol on his breath, though he was never intoxicated, as well as the sweet cigar that he always took a puff from when his friends offered it. you think that if you were not in such a public space and you were less worried about the taste of his breath, you would have kissed him by now. you think that if you weren’t so reserved with your desires, he might have kissed you by now.
but today was different.
you weren’t entirely sure why, but wooyoung was being much more forward, whispering into your ear as he took you in his arms to dance to whatever song the band was playing, “so, i’ve noticed you never actually partake in drinking spirits while you visit this den,”
and you’re somehow shocked by how much he has observed. he is right, you always order a lemonade instead of alcohol, but you had never realized that he had known.
“you’re right,” you respond, “alcohol is not a vice of mine. i come here to succumb to a vice of an entirely different making.”
your words are bold, almost shocking you with the implication you have made, but wooyoung is not so easily surprised.
once more his voice is in your ear, “i know,” he said, “i just wanted to make sure you were here for me, not just the music.”
you let out an easy laugh at his joke, somehow not embarrassed as you move closer to the heat of his body. “you, wooyoung, are the devil calling to me from this blind tiger.”
and he is smug, a smirk crawling onto his face as he opens his mouth to respond. “but you are just too lovely to pass up, sweetheart.”
with just those words, you feel your heart speed up in your chest, hoping that he might be as attracted to you as you are to him. it seems as if he can read your mind when he once more whispers to you “maybe we should meet up someplace outside of this den.” your breath hitches in your throat when he continues, “i think i would very much enjoy courting you.”
before you have time to properly process his words, his face is travelling towards yours, getting closer and closer, and you close your eyes as his lips approach yours, every other person in the speakeasy no longer mattering as you feel the gentlest, most fleeting kiss pressed against your lips.
he pulls away in an instant, warmth in his eyes as he looks at you, before saying “it’s late, sweetheart. let me walk you home?”
saying yes to him is as easy as breathing.
ah yes, the end of a year. time is an illusion so i’m not feeling particularly sentimental, but i do think that it’s about time for me to post this piece c:
there’s something about autumn that makes everything feel like magic
maybe it’s the way the wind blows across your skin or the way the leaves slowly wither and change colors and fall to the ground
or maybe it’s the way sitting in a coffee shop feels, with the warmth of your drink resting on your palms as you take a sip and look out the big window in the cafe and give stories to every passerby with their noses huddled into scarves and big coats engulfing their bodies
you can’t quite place the smell of autumn, maybe it’s the scent of baked goods and the crisp air and laughter coming from the couples who take solace in going for walks hand in hand or maybe it’s the scent of falling for strangers, a romance only seen in storybooks making its way to the front of your mind when you see a handsome stranger pass by the window you sit at in the cafe
you don’t realize that you haven’t taken your eyes off of him until he walks into the cafe
the cool breeze breaks you out of your reverie and you hurriedly nuzzle closer to your drink to get your mind off of the cute guy with the wind-tousled hair
but it doesn’t help very much because as you do your best to focus on the work before you, you can’t help but sneak glances of the alluring stranger sat waiting for his drink
you almost jump in your seat when the barista interrupts the gentle music playing by calling out a name, yunho, and you see the pretty man react by standing and grabbing his drink, thanking the employee gently then going to sit back down
you’re so starstruck with the timbre of his voice and how his eyes sparkle and at this point you realize you’re never going to get your work done as long as yunho is here to distract you
so you reluctantly pack your laptop into your bag and sip down the last bit of your drink, throwing it into the recycling receptacle on your way out as the barista says a goodbye to you
and then you’re outside, free from the almost overwhelming presence of one of the most attractive people you’ve ever laid eyes on
but it’s like your heart was calling out to him, like you were under the influence of some unknown drug that was making your mind go crazy with thoughts of him and you did your thing, made a story about him and who he was, deciding that he was some businessman trapped in the rat race but who had a fun-loving soul and secretly hated his job but liked going out with his coworkers after the long day to unwind
without realizing it, you’ve fallen asleep at the desk in your bedroom, whispers of your heart lulling you to rest
the next morning you are awaken by the gentle autumn light filtering through your curtains, shining just enough to light the inside of your eyelids and you realize that you had fallen asleep without changing into pajamas or showering or anything really but you just rub the sleep out of your eyes and start your morning with a yawn and a nice stretch
once you’re all cozied up in a jacket you head out to work where it feels like the day drags by
so your mind wanders again, a habit you can’t seem to shake and you find yourself pondering once more on that man- yunho, you remind yourself- who had you so enchanted
you hardly notice but you’re writing haikus on some scrap paper littered on your workspace about fleeting enamorment and sweet glances exchanged between coy lovers
it’s like the workday was dragging on to impossible lengths but also flew by all too quickly and you find yourself walking the breezy path to the coffee shop you adore so much
when finally you get there and it’s like whatever deity that may be watching has decided to bless you because yunho was in the line as well, the last person waiting to order which means you’d have to stand behind him to queue up
and it’s like as soon as you step closer to him, he becomes a ray of sunshine, radiating warmth and good feelings and smiles directed towards anyone looking once you feel a blush forming on your face, you turn your head downwards to hide it a little until you’re ready to order
at which point you get your usual drink when the barista surprises you by saying that the man in front of you had payed for your drink to which you respond with a shaky voice saying “oh, okay,” and a sweet “thank you” as you debate in your head if you go over to the object of your affections to-
to what? thank him? tell him you can pay for your own drink, but you’re grateful nonetheless? your internal thoughts don’t seem to be leading you anywhere
but it’s not like it matters since you’re brought back to reality by a voice saying “uh, hey” to you and you look up so fast that you swear you can feel the muscles in your neck screaming for help
but you ignore the muscles and instead opt to basically gape at the tall man standing in front of you who seems slightly bashful, with a hand rubbing at the back of his neck and a slight flush on his face that you dismiss as being from the cold chill of the outside air and before you can even get out a greeting, he starts to talk
saying that he was sorry if paying for your drink was weird or something but you looked all spaced out and he was slightly concerned that you would forget how to pay for your drink
with the small smile that just keeps growing on his face as he says more, you know he’s joking so you try to push down the laugh that’s bubbling up in your chest and instead say a thank you to him and that you feel bad for worrying him about your mental state
it’s like the brisk air surrounding you has decided to vacate the premises when he smiles even wider than before, warmth and positivity filling your soul and like a cat basking in the warmth of the sunlight, you wish you could bask in the warmth of his presence forever
until once more your train of thought is interrupted when he sticks his hand out introduces himself with an “i’m yunho, thank you for letting me buy your coffee” and in return, you put your hand in his and give it a gentle shake, saying your name and a “thank you for buying me a coffee”
once the drinks you were waiting on have been safely procured, you sit down at the table you frequent by the window, noticing that yunho follows suit and sits with you
but you’re too far gone staring out the window and giving people stories that you hardly have time to ponder the look he’s giving you, likely confusion from the way your eyes have glazed over in thought and fictional worlds only to be seen in your mind
yunho doesn’t seem to be the kind of person to sit in confusion for too long, instead he asks you gently what you’re doing and you respond to him, telling him that you like giving people lives that you’ve made up and he’s silent for a moment before commenting that it seems like fun
and if you made one for him which, of course you did, but you’re hesitant to tell him about so you answer his question with a question, asking him if he would have made one for you, and he is honest, as he seems to be by principle, saying that yes, he would have made one for you
spouting off something about being a monarch of some fairytale land and maybe you were hiding your magical powers behind some sort of cloak
you laugh, telling him that you’re just a desk worker, a cog in the machine, working a 9 to 5 and making enough money to pay rent and feed yourself and fuel your coffee addiction
his face flushes once more, saying that his story is more fun, and it is, you can’t deny that
what you don’t know is that in his head, you aren’t some fairytale monarch, in his head, you are a beautiful stranger he saw in a coffee shop, who maybe has fallen in love with the crunch of fallen leaves under your feet and warm coffee on cold days and hearty laughter
in his story, he thinks of the future, as fleeting as it may be, with you, with him, together, cherishing the leaves under your feet together and keeping each other warm on the cold days where one of your forgets your jacket
but he can’t tell you that he fancies himself enamored with a stranger, someone he’s just met, so he pretends that the magic he feels around you is mystical and fairytale
when it’s just the whispers of affection in his ear telling him that you’re the most ethereal person he thinks he’s laid eyes on and that he can’t let you go in case anyone tries to snatch you up
so while he’s still half caught in his thoughts of you, he finds himself telling you that you’re really nice to talk to and if you would maybe like to exchange phone numbers
you can’t help but almost choke on your drink, the liquid threatening to shoot out of your nose as you splutter for air and cough a few times into your arm before nodding your head and letting out a “yeah, sure”
luckily yunho doesn’t call out your mishap but he hands you his phone to put your number into and by the time you part ways and go back to your apartment, you start overthinking and wondering if he’s just never going to text you and ignore your existence for the rest of time
but your phone lets out a “ding” in the middle of your inner struggle with a text from an unknown number, reading “hey, it’s yunho!! i just got home, so i figured i’d text you! let me know when you get home safely!!”
you can feel your heart expand in your chest like you were a child with a crush and text him back with a “hey! i made it home, thanks for checking!” and after that it was a gentle cascade of messages flowing to and from yunho
until you found your eyelids closing on their own accord, sleep claiming you for another night and when the next morning rolls around, it’s like the day has greeted you with open arms, embracing you, gracing you with a fast day at work
it seems like you’ve blinked and now you’re at the cafe and yunho is there too, and is he waiting??
his coffee is already in his hand, but his eyes are flitting around the shop, looking, until they find you, coming to rest on your figure standing in line
a smile lights up his face and you feel a rush of warmth in your heart at seeing him
so you order as quickly as you can without being rude, deciding to wait for your drink at the table yunho was at while making small conversation and it’s lovely, even when you get up for a second to get your drink it feels like the conversation didn’t pause
by the time the both of you have finished your drinks, yunho seems sort of fidgety, almost like he wants to say something but is unsure of himself, but you don’t want to make any assumptions or stick your nose where it isn’t wanted so you hold your tongue and decide that if he has something to say, you won’t pry or rush him about it
you’re glad you made that decision because the next time he speaks, it’s with a gentle tone, sugary sweet like the frappuccinos the cafe serves, asking you if next time, maybe, you’d want to talk over coffee as a, well, a date or maybe go on a walk together or something
you respond pretty immediately, with a grin breaking through your features, saying yes, of course, you’d love nothing more
and the first date is lovely, shy smiles and warm faces transforming into a second date, then a third, and now it’s been months, yunho is now your boyfriend and you’re really satisfied with everything that has come with him-
the linked pinkies and giggles into each other’s shoulders and the way his whole body seems to engulf you in a hug out of pure passion
the seasons are changing, you know it, the fall turning to winter and the chill becoming more prevalent in your bones, so the only reasonable solution is to pile on about ten more blankets to your bed
and also for your boyfriend to move in with you to keep you warm underneath all of the blankets and it’s such a good solution that when the air changes once more into springtime, you don’t know how you’re going to be able to sleep without wrapping your whole being around your boyfriend’s warm frame
one day you’re caught in your thoughts while on a date at the cafe you both frequented, yunho holding your hands from across the table, his thumb gently tracing the top of your hand
and you voice your thoughts, telling him that you thought that it was the magic of the brisk autumn air that made you fall in love with him, that you’d change with the seasons, that he’d been somehow enchanted with the fall beauty that graced everyone and that he’d also change with the seasons but somehow you’d managed to face the changing of the seasons together, and now you weren’t sure that you’d be able to do it alone
and he chuckles at your words, saying that even though the autumn was indeed magical, he thought you were the one that made it magical for him, creating a perfect love story that he could be a part of, and that you had both changed with the seasons, only you had done it together, changing with each other and that only made everything more special, and that he’s only looking forward to spending the rest of the seasons with you
you know then that this isn’t even close to some passing infatuation, that it wasn’t just some crummy, fake “love-at-first-sight” blunder, but it was somehow meant to be
that there was nothing more you could have wished for, and you thank the magic of autumn for giving you a love you would be able to cherish until your last breath
[insert author’s note here] aka i have nothing to say but i hope this is an enjoyable read c:
eye contact is always pretty awkward, especially when all you want to do is look away
because you can feel your face heating up and your heartbeat beginning to race but you think that you have to get used to it since choi san is your boyfriend
and he loves the eye contact he shares with you
you just don’t quite get it
but when he takes your face in his hands and maneuvers your head to level your eyes with his, you don’t really have much of a choice
he’ll stop if you tell him to but you never do, even though you feel your palms get kind of sweaty and your breath hitches in your throat
none of that really gets even close to the love you see in his eyes, radiating outward to the rest of his face, his smile shining bright
you can’t help but think you must look similarly
happy to show your adoration through a means you normally don’t like
these moments are not uncommon, but they are intimate and you share them usually under the covers of your shared bed
with light filtering through the curtains on your window and casting a soft warmth into your bones
you know that you have to get up but the gentle pull you feel from san’s gaze begs you not to go
and you consider it long and hard but instead decide to depart, pulling away from your boyfriend with a kiss on his head as a small parting gift
but decide that you’ll make him some breakfast to make up for it
when you begin frying the eggs, you hear footsteps from the hallway, and hear a yawn so you turn
and see your sleepy sannie standing in the entrance to the kitchen, watching you cook with a fond expression on his face and a tired smile showing you appreciation
even if you did have to leave him for this to happen and after you turn back to the pan to make sure the eggs aren’t sticking to it, you feel his arms snake around your midsection and his face making its home in the crook of your neck
even though it tickled a little, you contained yourself and just shook your head with a small smile on your face
telling san that he just pulled a rather cliche move but he doesn’t even care
just telling you that he thinks it would be okay for the two of you to have a cliche love
you can’t quite bring yourself to disagree, not with the way he’s planting gentle kisses of affection on your cheeks and nose
by the time the both of you have finished breakfast, he’s basically dragging you by the arm outside, to see the fallen leaves on the ground
it’s definitely not so he can pull you into his side with the excuse that it’s cold out, so you have to share body heat
you don’t even know where you’re walking until you get there, san leading you to the door of a small florist shop you probably had seen hundreds of times but never went into
and he lets you in first, the chill of the outside air slowly being replaced by the warmth of the shop and the scent of flowers wafting around you
san calls out a gentle greeting to the shop owner, saying that he was there to pick up his order and the shopkeeper makes a noise of recognition, disappearing to the back presumably to get the order
you turn to your boyfriend with confusion written on your face and he just smiles, his dimples popping out, making you smile in return
before he can open his mouth to tell you what the occasion is, the shopkeeper comes back with a vase of flowers, arranged in just the most beautiful manner
and san takes them from the shopkeeper, turning to you and holding them out to you and you think you’re going to cry because they’re for you?????
to make matters worse, san is doing the eye contact thing again
it’s like you’re twelve, butterflies in your stomach because your crush looked at you
but san isn’t your crush, he’s the love of your life
he doesn’t have to say anything for you to know that you’re the love of his life since it’s all on display in his face, his eyes, the way they’re so wide,
looking at you filled with every emotion linked to love, adoration, affection, enchantment, infatuation, everything in the dictionary
you just know that you’re returning his feelings tenfold, the way you can feel your heartbeat in your chest and the slight tremor in your hands
giving it away that you’re hopeless, even if it is a bit cliche to love him like that
ateez as things i like to do
hongjoong:
gardening or just going to places with flowers and plants and basking in the scents and feelings and saying hi to all of the little bugs working hard and feeling the dirt on my fingertips and toes and even though it’s a pain to wash, just getting a little bit dirty while planting and giving a home and a life to a flower because it’s so rewarding to see the ethereal beauty that comes from something that was once smaller than my hand.
seonghwa:
stargazing, even if it’s just looking at the night sky for a few seconds right before i have to be somewhere because sometimes it’s scary to know that i’m so small in a universe so big, constantly expanding, but also sometimes it’s reassuring, almost cathartic to know that in the grand scheme of things, do the little things matter as much as i make them out to?
yunho:
going on long hikes in places i’ve never been before alone and just existing in a place of sturdy solitude where everything feels so still and serene and peaceful and even the animals seem to think so with the way they don’t skitter away as fast as they can, instead i exist with the world standing still around me and just take it all in and i can finally breathe.
yeosang:
gaming for far too long because i get so caught up in storylines and visuals and everything else that happens that helps me to escape from daily stresses and sometimes i realize that it’s been hours but i can’t bring myself to stop because i’m so close to the boss or levelling up and the feeling of being powerful in a game or being able to create my own journey is so much the opposite of real life that i feel like i never want it to end.
san:
trying out as many different hobbies as i can- embroidery, making flower crowns, collecting swords, skating, learning languages- everything on a whim to see if i like it or if it’s not for me but willing to try anything once to be a jack of all trades, having fun with so many hobbies but then moving on to the next and not staying tied down all while remembering everything i learned with the things i have created and done in the past.
mingi:
poetry to cleanse my soul when everything is just too much or too numb and finding all these feelings inside of myself and writing them in a way that will help me be more okay with those feelings because it’s all too difficult sometimes when talking to other people about the way i feel is out of the question and i just want to run, be anywhere but here but the words i write ground me, they are my solace, and it doesn’t matter if they’re haikus or long or short or in parts or just one word because it works.
wooyoung:
bartending and making drinks for people because wow blue curacao looks so cool and layered shots are so fun and you get to show off just a little while still making something that is just so exciting for both the producer and consumer and hearing the clink of ice in a glass or filling the glass up with just the right amount of drink is so satisfying and even using the recipes but adding a little bit of a twist and experimenting and either ending up with a rewarding, tasty drink, or something that should never be made again and the fun is in not knowing.
jongho:
metalworking and blacksmithing and just creating things with hard work and sweat and being proud of the calluses and bruises because it translates to “i did this and i put everything into it” and even when i show my work to other people, they sometimes say “i could do that” and i say “well, why didn’t you?” because if i can learn and do this on my own, why are you trying to put me down for taking the initiative to put in the effort?
this is kind of weird and rambly so i apologize for that but i just felt like writing this so hopefully it’s not too boring or out of nowhere lol i hope y’all enjoy c:
what ateez would spin if they were in color guard !!
hongjoong: sabre
obviously i see him as the guard captain, pretty well versed in all of the equipment, but my heart is telling me he’d be part of the sabre line (as well as the sabre section leader)!! something about the delicate beauty of sabre makes me think of hongjoong, but at the same time, it takes a lot of precision and guts to spin sabre, because that shit hurts. i feel like hongjoong would like the amount of practice that has to go into sabre in order for it to look as good as he makes it. he’d definitely get some sort of sabre solo during the show, and would always add a little bit of fun flair every time!
seonghwa: rifle
seonghwa being on the rifle line is something i feel so strongly that my mind cannot be changed. he is all strong lines and hard hits and that is so inherently rifle that i cannot see him on any other piece of equipment. not only would he be naturally good at rifle, but he’d put in the work to improve as much as he can. i feel like not only would his tosses be immaculate, but his form underneath the tosses would be so solid that the judges at competitions wouldn’t know what to say. he’d also be a master at the choreography that comes along with spinning, and formation changes seem like they’d be super fun for him. he’d be the rifle section leader as well, always looking out for the other members and keeping them in line.
yunho: dance
we all knew this was coming- yunho as dance section leader c: he’s just so versatile when it comes to the way he’s able to move his body and his expressions just make it so he’s able to tear up the performance, no matter what the concept is. he’d also like flag and would look so lovely with the silk flowing around him during the flag feature but his true passion would lie in the story he’s telling with his body and the way he connects with the music and the audience. he’d also be a beast when it comes to moving props on and off the stage, and would lowkey like folding the floor (like some sort of monster).
yeosang: flag
flag section leader for sure!! master of the one-handed 45 and literally every other terrifying toss that could kill a man. the other members of the guard are convinced he doesn’t know what fear feels like because he’ll try the riskiest tosses without a second thought. loves holding his form under a toss for as long as he can and will literally make the others worried for his safety. thinks cones are the devil but he still practices them religiously. he tried sabre once but as soon as it popped a blood vessel in his finger, he decided he would never touch it again. he’s also really good at dance and loves extending his body into the flag, creating beautiful lines and shapes and stories with his flag as an extension of his body.
san: flag
san is not as brave as yeosang when it comes to flag, but he still loves the rush of catching a toss perfectly. sometimes he gets too nervous of a head injury to toss right away, but as soon as he gets the hang of whatever toss he’s struggling with, he won’t stop showing it off to the others. he tends to get easily frustrated though and sometimes will need to take a short break to calm down before getting his mojo back. he also sometimes complains if the show is more of a slow, sad show rather than sharp and aggressive, but he can pull off anything. he loves the way the silk of the flag looks when it’s dancing around him and strives to take the beauty of the flag and use it to help his movements flow better.
mingi: dance
honestly, mingi would love to be on the weapons line, but something about potentially dropping makes him a bit too anxious to truly dedicate himself to a weapon. he likes being able to express himself through his dancing and movements on the floor and feels like he doesn’t really need a piece of equipment to help him be even more expressive. he does look really good when he spins flag though, just the way he moves with the pole and silk in his hands is so elegant and pretty but he really thinks dance on its own is more than enough for him to be happy with. however, if there’s any ribbon work, he’s all over that and would 100% be the most excited to get to dance with the flowing lines of the ribbon around him.
wooyoung: rifle
like seonghwa, wooyoung has lots of strength in his body and the way he holds himself, leading me to think he’d spin rifle!! he’d be the member of the guard who took two months to learn how to do a drop spin (aka me oops) but once he gets the hang of it, he’d advance pretty quickly and would accept the bruises and injuries as signs of growth. as much as he loves showing off by doing really high tosses, he’d really like the smaller things when it comes to rifle, and the way the rifle and him move in tandem. like san, he’d prefer more aggressive shows, but loves showing off how lovely and graceful he can be with his rifle.
jongho: sabre
even though jongho is big strong man (a stereotypical rifle) i feel like he’d enjoy the more nuanced parts of sabre. he would love spinning rifle as well, but the extra challenge of making sabre look good is so appealing to him that he can’t turn down an offer to be on the sabre line. he also likes to try to do all the harder tosses that hongjoong does even though hongjoong has 3 years more experience than him, but honestly he’s pretty good at learning the new skills. even though the rest of the guard hates it, he loves doing warm-up drop spin exercises just because it feels like it gets him really excited for the rest of practice.
i was in color guard for a bit (and still spin rifle and sabre as a hobby) and i couldn’t get the idea of the ateezers on a guard out of my head so here’s this!! lowkey my rifle brain was like “ateez rifle line yes” but saying they’d all spin rifle is a little biased lol so i tried to be mostly objective about this!! i hope you enjoyed reading!!!