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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 isnât 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 doesnât 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 heâs 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 heâs 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 doesnât 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 âjongho. jongho i love you.â he goes silent and you think youâve 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 âi love you too, iâve loved you for so longâ and then he kisses you, sweetly, gently, lovingly, and you know that he means it, itâs not the weed talking. after heâs 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 heâs done coughing you kiss him on the cheek, telling him teasingly âif you canât hang, iâm gonna have to stop smoking with you.â he knows youâre joking but he pouts anyway, pulling you into his arms saying ânope, now youâre never getting rid of me.â
itâs my birthday today so i wrote something c: itâs 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
thereâs 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 mingiâs 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 donât 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, thereâs 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 itâs the competitive edge both you and your boyfriend have to out-brave each other, even if you are both cowards in reality)
itâs 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 âi canât believe how fast we just went- how are we alive?? that was so fun and terrifying!â 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 mingiâs 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 wasnât until he had asked to break up that you realized he didnât feel the same way. you were confused, thinking at first that he was pulling some sort of weird prank on you. he wasnât. you were too heartbroken to even ask him why, and just let him go. you loved him so much that youâd do anything for him to be happy, even if it meant it wasnât with you.
it wasnât 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 wasnât 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 werenât hurting every day like you had been before.
it wasnât 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 thatâs 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 wasnât until you attended the wedding that you realized you could love somebody else. it was a beautiful ceremony, you couldnât 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 heâd 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 didnât 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
yâknow, 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 hadnât even realized you were looking at him, not until you felt someoneâs 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
itâs 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 itâs like you were fated to annoy wooyoung
it was like a curse, you couldnât 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!
youâre 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 didnât go over so well seeing as wooyoung just narrowed his eyes at you and told you that he didnât 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 werenât 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 didnât get you in trouble, you didnât 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 didnât actually expect you to show and that heâs disappointed that he has to spend extra time with you
to which you canât 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 didnât 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 havenât stopped being slung from either side, but now itâs 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 werenât sure how to respond to this so you spluttered out a âno thank you, why do you think i want your shit anywayâ 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, itâs not even close to stale, itâs 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 youâd 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 didnât know what to do with yourself now that you had so much wooyoung-free time, but it was nice knowing that you didnât 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 werenât 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 couldnât remember that, the same banter youâd usually encounter while working
you let him know that you just didnât know what else to do with the free time, now that you donât have any big projects to work on so you figured youâd just chill here anyway
and nothing much really happens, itâs 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 youâre still going on those dates with wooyoung and you canât 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 canât help but ponder over it for far longer than someone who actually isnât in some way attracted to wooyoung should
it practically takes over your life, thinking and overthinking every word youâve said to him and every interaction youâve shared with him, you couldâve sworn at the time that you hated him but maybe the flutter you got in your stomach before meeting him every week wasnât 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 youâd become physically ill if you had to see wooyoung and confront your feelings and biases towards him, not even slightly suspecting that heâd find you in class the next day and ask if you were okay, since you werenât 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 itâs never safe to walk alone in the dark, until wooyoung sees your plight and offers to walk you home
you feel like youâre about to combust but you shake your head quickly, saying you can call a friend to come pick you up, but wooyoung doesnât seem to be listening to your protests, telling you that youâre 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 canât resist one final jab for the day, remarking that youâre surprised itâs 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 itâs on turboblast, your heart is going three hundred miles per hour and you canât 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 âi think my mortal enemy slash crush just tried to kiss meâ
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 youâre the one to approach him, asking if heâs okay and him sort of scoffing and asking why you would care anyway (at this point you know heâs hurt but you were nervous that the guy you thought you hated but ended up being attracted to was trying to kiss you okay youâre valid)
so you steel your nerves, check that the professor hasnât 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, youâre sorely mistaken, as soon as the professor dismisses you, heâs 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
itâs 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
itâs like heâs 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 couldnât help but be bitter that youâd never see him like that since you were so out of his league (in his mind- he was the âbad boyâ 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 didnât suffer
you were sitting there listening to him say all this with his arms still around you like :0
because wow youâd never guess it
but because you canât 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 werenât 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 itâs sometimes hard to get out of bed) with each other
wooyoung often opting to hold you from behind rather than actually helping though you canât exactly say you mind too much as long as heâs 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 theyâre 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 othersâ 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 itâs where you were made to be
as if some higher being had made it so that the place you melded to was wooyoungâs side
as if he was the only place you were ever going to be complete, and you figured thatâs 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
iâve 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 heâs scared shitless
sigh,,,,, itâs been awhile huh? hopefully i havenât 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 youâre working, or even when your boss gets mad at you for something you didnât do
which seems like is how it goes every day at work and sometimes youâre 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 itâs 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 youâre trying so hard to keep it together so as to not worry jongho that you donât 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 havenât said whatâs 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 itâs okay, youâre 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 heâs 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 âthank youâ as much as you can
because sometimes you just need some reassurance and heâs always there to give it to you
if you think heâs 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 heâs not quite sure he believes that)
he even gets out your comfiest robe for you to slip into after relaxing in the tub until youâre 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
itâs like you didnât 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 youâre more than lucky to have this perfect man in your life as a permanent fixture
and how you probably donât vocalize it enough but youâre 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 boyfriendâs 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
youâre not sure if itâs the duvet on top of you keeping you warm or if itâs the sunlight laying on your skin
but you do know that with jongho so sweetly laying next to you, itâs the warmth of your love for one another that keeps your heart warm and your soul happy
you canât 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 heâs awake with you still leaning over him
he doesnât 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 doesnât make sense itâs 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 thatâs where park seonghwa worked
to say that he was the most beautiful work there would be an understatement since, as your boyfriend, youâre obligated to sing his praises
(and even if you werenât, youâd do it anyway)
while he was your favorite piece of art, you couldnât see him all the time since he -yâknow- 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 heâll 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 youâre making notes on your phone about the artist and things about their world you like
but sometimes he canât 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 itâs 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 heâs almost done for the day and that youâll 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 doesnât 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 itâs like he canât control himself because every time you tell him that youâre 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 doesnât 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 arenât going so well
itâs in these quiet moments that you both treasure so dearly where heâs able to show you that youâre his savior even though for you, itâs just making sure the love of your life is doing okay
words donât exist when heâs 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 youâre his
this time he doesnât look around before kissing you once more, his hands holding onto you like a lifeline
and youâre dizzy from the sensation of seonghwa invading your world, taking over everything youâve ever known, inviting it
entangled in one another in just a kiss in front of the statue of psyche being revived by cupidâs kiss
thatâs how you feel too, like you didnât 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 heâll look at each piece of art differently, with the love youâve 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 canât tell if i hate my writing or if i just hate myself but uhhhh hereâs 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 youâre sitting on the sofa and even though heâs 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
itâs crazy how many people think heâs some hooligan from his long limbs and sharp eyes until they see how he looks at you, like heâs 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 doesnât see why people have an issue with the unconditional love he has for you
because seriously heâs just so enamored with everything you do and everything you are
even when youâre at the library studying for a test or just perusing the selection of books, heâs wrapped around you
until he realizes he has to get up to get a book in a nearby aisle and heâs pouting as he pulls away from you and youâre reassuring him that youâll be right there when he gets back
so he figures if he goes fast enough he wonât 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 canât tell what theyâre talking about, but you know that he enjoys making connections with others so youâre happy that heâs getting to meet someone new
and you can also tell that the person is flirting with mingi from the way theyâre playing with their hair and clothes
you think itâs 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 canât help the blush you feel erupt across your face
because you think mingi is the most genuine, sweetest person youâve ever met and you love how happy he makes you and how happy you make him
youâre so lost in thought about the man you adore most that you donât realize until heâs grabbing your hand that heâs returned to the table youâre sat at, with the book he was looking for
as well as a small pout on his sweet lips and you ask him whatâs 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 wasnât 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 wouldnât get caught and embarrassed, you lean in to plant a small peck on mingiâs 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 itâs 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 donât 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 âraise handâ function in zoom and doesnât just call out or interrupt. if thereâs questions in the chat that the professor isnât looking at, heâll be the one to ask for the class.
seonghwa: the professor
such a sweet man, seonghwa is the professor of the class!! heâs 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 itâs just because itâs 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 heâll just bring them on screen to chill, and other times he starts playing with them in the middle of the lecture. much to hongjoongâs chagrin, the chat quickly veers away from educational content and towards âomg yunho your cats are so cute!!â or âwow what kind of dog is that?â and heâll 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 youâve never seen or heard before
is yeosang even awake for the lectures? heâs in the meeting, but his camera is off, heâs muted, never types in the chat, and even when the professor puts the class into breakout rooms, the group heâs with hardly even notices heâs 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, heâs 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? heâs more focused on making friends (or party buddies) than he is on getting good grades. heâs totally capable of passing the class, but just isnât 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, heâs not gonna give him the extra credit lol.
mingi: the one who has a dope zoom setup
heâs all out on the zoom setup with a greenscreen, a nice gaming chair, and even a professional quality microphone. itâs like heâs 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 hasnât had much contact with other people due to corona so he really wants to make sure that heâs 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 wonât 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
heâs not the most active during discussions, but when he answers a question, you know heâs got a big brain. he has perfect notes, but isnât very vocal about it like hongjoong. jongho is like the best person to be in a breakout room with, especially if you havenât done the reading. heâll gently reprimand you and tell you to make sure to do it next time, but wonât make you feel bad, and will explain all of the key points to you. also every one of the other students think heâs the cutest and will always respond to his discussion posts.
idk where this came from but uhhhhh here we are. i hope this doesnât come across as wooyoung bashing lol but he really is the kind of person who doesnât 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 đ
uhhhhh,,,,, iâm 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 couldnât help it, not with the way the speakeasy was calling to you. well, maybe the speakeasy wasnât calling to you, but the boy you were always able to see in the speakeasy was so alluring that you couldnât 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 wooyoungâs 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 didnât 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 werenât so reserved with your desires, he might have kissed you by now.
but today was different.
you werenât 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, âso, iâve noticed you never actually partake in drinking spirits while you visit this den,â
and youâre 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.
âyouâre right,â you respond, âalcohol is not a vice of mine. i come here to succumb to a vice of an entirely different making.â
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, âi know,â he said, âi just wanted to make sure you were here for me, not just the music.â
you let out an easy laugh at his joke, somehow not embarrassed as you move closer to the heat of his body. âyou, wooyoung, are the devil calling to me from this blind tiger.â
and he is smug, a smirk crawling onto his face as he opens his mouth to respond. âbut you are just too lovely to pass up, sweetheart.â
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 âmaybe we should meet up someplace outside of this den.â your breath hitches in your throat when he continues, âi think i would very much enjoy courting you.â
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 âitâs late, sweetheart. let me walk you home?â
saying yes to him is as easy as breathing.
ah yes, the end of a year. time is an illusion so iâm not feeling particularly sentimental, but i do think that itâs about time for me to post this piece c:
thereâs something about autumn that makes everything feel like magic
maybe itâs 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 itâs 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 canât quite place the smell of autumn, maybe itâs 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 itâs 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 donât realize that you havenât 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 doesnât help very much because as you do your best to focus on the work before you, you canât 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
youâre so starstruck with the timbre of his voice and how his eyes sparkle and at this point you realize youâre 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 youâre outside, free from the almost overwhelming presence of one of the most attractive people youâve ever laid eyes on
but itâs 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, youâve 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 youâre 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 canât 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 youâre writing haikus on some scrap paper littered on your workspace about fleeting enamorment and sweet glances exchanged between coy lovers
itâs 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 itâs 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 youâd have to stand behind him to queue up
and itâs 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 youâre 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 âoh, okay,â and a sweet âthank youâ as you debate in your head if you go over to the object of your affections to-Â
to what? thank him? tell him you can pay for your own drink, but youâre grateful nonetheless? your internal thoughts donât seem to be leading you anywhere
but itâs not like it matters since youâre brought back to reality by a voice saying âuh, heyâ 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 heâs joking so you try to push down the laugh thatâs 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
itâs 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 âiâm yunho, thank you for letting me buy your coffeeâ and in return, you put your hand in his and give it a gentle shake, saying your name and a âthank you for buying me a coffeeâ
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 youâre too far gone staring out the window and giving people stories that you hardly have time to ponder the look heâs 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 doesnât seem to be the kind of person to sit in confusion for too long, instead he asks you gently what youâre doing and you respond to him, telling him that you like giving people lives that youâve made up and heâs silent for a moment before commenting that it seems like fun
and if you made one for him which, of course you did, but youâre 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 youâre 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 canât deny that
what you donât know is that in his head, you arenât 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 canât tell you that he fancies himself enamored with a stranger, someone heâs just met, so he pretends that the magic he feels around you is mystical and fairytale
when itâs just the whispers of affection in his ear telling him that youâre the most ethereal person he thinks heâs laid eyes on and that he canât let you go in case anyone tries to snatch you up
so while heâs still half caught in his thoughts of you, he finds himself telling you that youâre really nice to talk to and if you would maybe like to exchange phone numbers
you canât 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 âyeah, sureâ
luckily yunho doesnât 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 heâs just never going to text you and ignore your existence for the rest of time
but your phone lets out a âdingâ in the middle of your inner struggle with a text from an unknown number, reading âhey, itâs yunho!! i just got home, so i figured iâd text you! let me know when you get home safely!!â
you can feel your heart expand in your chest like you were a child with a crush and text him back with a âhey! i made it home, thanks for checking!â 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, itâs like the day has greeted you with open arms, embracing you, gracing you with a fast day at work
it seems like youâve blinked and now youâre 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 itâs lovely, even when you get up for a second to get your drink it feels like the conversation didnât 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 donât want to make any assumptions or stick your nose where it isnât wanted so you hold your tongue and decide that if he has something to say, you wonât pry or rush him about it
youâre glad you made that decision because the next time he speaks, itâs with a gentle tone, sugary sweet like the frappuccinos the cafe serves, asking you if next time, maybe, youâd 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, youâd love nothing more
and the first date is lovely, shy smiles and warm faces transforming into a second date, then a third, and now itâs been months, yunho is now your boyfriend and youâre really satisfied with everything that has come with him-
the linked pinkies and giggles into each otherâs 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 itâs such a good solution that when the air changes once more into springtime, you donât know how youâre going to be able to sleep without wrapping your whole being around your boyfriendâs warm frame
one day youâre 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 youâd change with the seasons, that heâd been somehow enchanted with the fall beauty that graced everyone and that heâd also change with the seasons but somehow youâd managed to face the changing of the seasons together, and now you werenât sure that youâd 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 heâs only looking forward to spending the rest of the seasons with you
you know then that this isnât even close to some passing infatuation, that it wasnât just some crummy, fake âlove-at-first-sightâ 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 authorâs 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 donât quite get it
but when he takes your face in his hands and maneuvers your head to level your eyes with his, you donât really have much of a choice
heâll 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 canât help but think you must look similarly
happy to show your adoration through a means you normally donât 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 sanâs 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 youâll 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 arenât 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 doesnât even care
just telling you that he thinks it would be okay for the two of you to have a cliche love
you canât quite bring yourself to disagree, not with the way heâs planting gentle kisses of affection on your cheeks and nose
by the time the both of you have finished breakfast, heâs basically dragging you by the arm outside, to see the fallen leaves on the ground
itâs definitely not so he can pull you into his side with the excuse that itâs cold out, so you have to share body heat
you donât even know where youâre 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 youâre going to cry because theyâre for you?????
to make matters worse, san is doing the eye contact thing again
itâs like youâre twelve, butterflies in your stomach because your crush looked at you
but san isnât your crush, heâs the love of your life
he doesnât have to say anything for you to know that youâre the love of his life since itâs all on display in his face, his eyes, the way theyâre so wide,
looking at you filled with every emotion linked to love, adoration, affection, enchantment, infatuation, everything in the dictionary
you just know that youâre 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 youâre 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 itâs a pain to wash, just getting a little bit dirty while planting and giving a home and a life to a flower because itâs so rewarding to see the ethereal beauty that comes from something that was once smaller than my hand.
seonghwa:
stargazing, even if itâs just looking at the night sky for a few seconds right before i have to be somewhere because sometimes itâs scary to know that iâm so small in a universe so big, constantly expanding, but also sometimes itâs 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 iâve 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 donât 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 itâs been hours but i canât bring myself to stop because iâm 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 itâs 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 itâs 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 doesnât matter if theyâre 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 âi did this and i put everything into itâ and even when i show my work to other people, they sometimes say âi could do thatâ and i say âwell, why didnât you?â 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 itâs not too boring or out of nowhere lol i hope yâall 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 heâd 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. heâd definitely get some sort of sabre solo during the show, and would always add a little bit of fun flair every time!
seonghwa:Â 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 heâd 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 wouldnât know what to say. heâd also be a master at the choreography that comes along with spinning, and formation changes seem like theyâd be super fun for him. heâd 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: heâs just so versatile when it comes to the way heâs able to move his body and his expressions just make it so heâs able to tear up the performance, no matter what the concept is. heâd 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 heâs telling with his body and the way he connects with the music and the audience. heâd 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 doesnât know what fear feels like because heâll 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. heâs 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 heâs struggling with, he wonât 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 itâs 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 doesnât 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 thereâs any ribbon work, heâs 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 heâd spin rifle!! heâd 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, heâd 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, heâd really like the smaller things when it comes to rifle, and the way the rifle and him move in tandem. like san, heâd 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 heâd 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 canât 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 heâs 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 couldnât get the idea of the ateezers on a guard out of my head so hereâs this!! lowkey my rifle brain was like âateez rifle line yesâ but saying theyâd all spin rifle is a little biased lol so i tried to be mostly objective about this!! i hope you enjoyed reading!!!