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Zayne was an observant man. The subtle glances, the way you licked your lips, and the not-so-easy-to-miss redness of the tip of your ears gave you away.
Something has been up with you today. You two have been spending a relaxing day at home since Zayne got off from work for once. Right now a movie was playing in the background, but you didn't seem to pay much attention to it as your eyes were seemingly glued on him. Or more precisely, his nose; that handsome long nose that has been the culprit of your recent wet dreams.
Before he could ask you what was going on in that pretty head of yours, he felt a hand on his cheek. The same hand that now moved to his nose, seeming fascinated by it. He raised an eyebrow and looked at you carefully, "My beloved, what are you doing?" Zayne asked, caught off guard by your touch. Nothing could've prepared the man to hear the following words coming from his own girlfriend.
"Can I ride your nose?" You blurted out with a slightly red hue on your cheeks. It has been plaguing your mind for daysâno, even weeks now. Everytime Zayne talked about something your eyes would drift to his nose. The promiment bulge, the length. His nose looked rideable. Imagining how it would feel nudging your clit already made you clench your thighs together.
You watched as Zayne slowly, but surely raised an eyebrow at your question before he took off his glasses with an exasperated sigh, "Is this what has been on your mind lately?" He asked in a rather amused tone. You honestly thought he would find it weird or be confused, but to see him actually amused by the idea made you feel much more at ease.
"I mean well... I have been thinking about it... for some timeâ" You said a little embarrassed now as you realized just how straightforward you had asked him, "...You d-don't need to do it though! It was more something I said in a whim... actually just forgetâ!" but before you could finish your sentence, he had already pulled you on top of him. You were basically straddling his hips as he leaned in and kissed you gently. His touch was always gentle, but you could feel a slight urgency in it today. Maybe you had just imagined it.
As soon as he pulled away, you felt his hand move you with practiced ease until you were hovering above his head. Your eyes widened since you certainly did not expect Zayne to be so quick with it, "A-are you sure...?" Your question was answered by a gentle nibble on your inner thigh. "Mhm.. my darling. You can use me however you want. If you wish to ride my nose, go ahead." He said and you swore you could hear a slight teasing tone in his voice.
You felt his fingers reach for the hem of your shorts as he slowly slid them off your body before he gently but surely pulled you down by your hips. A quiet gasp fell from your lips as soon as you felt the heat of his mouth right against your clothed pussy, "Zayne... are you sure?" There was a slight hesitation with the way you asked and looked down at your lover. Then you felt the quiet laugh of his against your core while he adjusted his grip and guided you right to the pinnacle of your desires.
Your lips parted and you let out a quiet moan at the way he was grinding you against his nose. His rhythm was slow at firstâto get you used to the feeling. But the more sinful sounds you let out the more it encouraged Zayne to keep going. Your underwear was drenched in your arousal already. He would be a liar if he said that didn't get him rock hard in his sweatpants. As you were getting lost in the pleasure of having his nose bridge rub against your clit with such a precision, you barely noticed that he moved one of his hands in between your legs to pull your panties to the side.
You felt the heat rush up to your face and wanted to protest, "Wait ZâZayne..." he cut you off by pulling your hips down against his face, the stimulation now much better since there was nothing in between you. The way you practically melted on top of him made him desperate for you. Much to your surprise you felt him groan against your flesh as he kept nudging his nose up and down your wet slit, "Princess... you taste heavenly." he murmured quietly as he started to use his tongue on you as well. You were no stranger to being eaten out by Zayne, but having him alternate between his tongue and grinding down on his nose like that made you reach your climax faster than you would've expected.
"Slow down... I-I am close already..." you panted, hands fisting his hair while your eyes squeezed shut. You didnât need to tell him, he knew all the signs of your body whenever you were close, "Mhm... I know. You're doing so well, pretty girl. Give it to me." Zayne's gentle praise was all you needed as you let go and came while grinding down on his nose. He gently laid you down on the couch before he hovered over you, one hand already pulling down his sweats while he kissed your forehead gently.
"Did it feel good?" he asked and you only managed to give him a small nod before you felt his lips on your neck already, "Let me take care of you properly now. I'm sure this didn't satiate all of your needs."
Text: Donât act like everyone loved my father. He was assassinated. A 1967 poll reflected that he was one of the most hated men in America. Most hated. Many who quote him now and evoke him to deter justice today would likely hate, and may already hate, the authentic King.
hey. donât cry. crush two cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?
Saw this post about a year ago and now itâs becoming a staple in our household when we need a quick easy dinner. Hope it finds many others who can use it!
Need a last minute holiday gift for your cat? I bet theyâd enjoy some dried pasta!
Storytime: The best part about this video was when I went to the supermarket to purchase the pasta. I was looking for a specific size and an employee was restocking the shelves. He asked if I needed something in particular and I said I needed to find the right shape. He gave me a box and said âthese are the best onesâ. I told him, âOh no no, I donât intend to eat them. This shapeâs just for my cats to play withâ. He laughed and said it was the first time he heard anyone say that. đš
There was an arrest across the street from my place in Oakland one day â three cop cars with a bullhorn and guns out â and before I could even get out the gate there were a couple people posted up and one of them was filming and another one was narrating in a calm but very loud voice, just
âHE IS COOPERATING! HIS HANDS ARE EMPTY! HE IS DOING WHAT HE IS TOLD TO DO! HE IS HOLDING STILL! HIS HANDS ARE EMPTY! HE IS NOT BEING THREATENING! HE HAS PUT HIS HANDS BEHIND HIS HEAD AS ASKED! HE IS NOT RESISTING!â
and that was something I hadnât thought to do before. It certainly let the cops know what the narrative of eye witnesses was going to be.Â
I especially liked âhis hands are emptyâ because this statement would still be true and a witnessed reason the police should not become violent even if it turned out he had a weapon on his person somewhere.
If you donât feel comfortable with doing the narrating thing (which really is quite clever), even just standing around and blatantly staring actually legit helps immensely.
There are studies that show that even an image of someone looking can be effective to change peopleâs behaviours.
Sidenote: If you see a cop stopping an Indigenous person, the same protocol applies.
I did this in a parking lot when I saw a group of Black men and teens being harassed by a cop. Stayed in my car, but whipped out my phone and started to record, pointing out via narrative when I could hear the cop contradicting himself and changing his story. At the eight-minute mark, when I knew he was past the reasonable-stop guideline time (thanks, legal tips side of tumblr!), I flipped on my dome light.
Fam, what happened next was INCREDIBLE.
The cop had been gesturing in a wild way, almost flailing, like he was actively trying to get these guys agitated. He saw my dome light, saw a white face with a phone, and suddenly his hands came to rest on his vest. Within 90 seconds heâd packed his shit up and gone.
The most outspoken gentleman in the group came up to me and went âwhatchu doing in there?â So I straight-up told him âit looked like you were being harassed, so I was recording.â The whole group recognized someone who was on their side, and started venting about the shit that had just gone down.
Turns out the asshole had had them stopped for a good five minutes before I pulled in. That means they were stopped, with no probable cause and a cop changing his story no fewer than three times, for AT LEAST THIRTEEN MINUTES. While chatting in a parking lot. One car had pulled in next to another that turned out to belong to one of his buddies and they were just shooting the shit when Officer Bacon came by.
Want to know the kicker here? One of the copâs stories was that a group âmatching their descriptionâ had been reported by the grocery store security guy for shoplifting. Black man, red shirt with a sports logo, jeans. Know what this convenient report didnât mention?
HIS HEIGHT.
This guy was, without exaggeration, at least 6â10â. I assure you any report of him would have mentioned his height FIRST. And youâd best believe I pointed that out in my narration.
Cops WILL try shit. You CAN stop them. I did it and it was as simple as having some patience and a camera.
Honestly, this applies to everyone. Itâs a higher priority for the aforementioned groups, but nobody is safe around the police. The police are the enemy.
like the mc is down on their luck being denied from the agency. Even puts up a ad on CraigslistâŚ.
The saja boys need someone to manage cause wouldnât it be weird a boy band doesnât have a manager? To talk to the talk show hosts or set up engagement. Mc is so powered up being hired they is blind they are only being used a a placeholder ya know. I think the more they are their manager the more they can reign the boys in IF YOU CATCH MY DRIFT.
Either literally having to keep mystery on a leash with his feral ass. OR trying to get Abby to wear actual fitting clothes cause they donât want any more injuries from buttons being propelled at peopleâŚ
might actually write something for this I just got the idea in the mf showerđ
(if you watched fall guy itâs like that. The show is basically a crew that does bad underground shit and need a captain to take the fall. So they get the worst captain ever cause they need one for the ship to get through things. The captain tryâs his absolute best to be the best captain even though he is being used by others and in the end the crew ngl starts to like him)
@ me if you do make it i wanna readđ
Edit/: actually did make a start to itđ if you wanna read the prologue go to this link! :9
đŹ 7  đ 4  â¤ď¸ 59 ¡ Manager in the making! ¡ Human manager x saja boys!(prologue)
Your so fucked.
No for realâŚ
Like utterly fucked.
You ca
hi guys! i lwk hope i'm not talking to myself here for being shadow banned lol. i decided to branch off into another fandom i've been a part of for a while. this is my first Ateez fic and fic that i'm posting in a while so please be kind to me and i hope you enjoy it :) also thank you to @guerillateez-graphics for the amazing banner đ
The brightness of the lights on the stage dimmed as the group sang the final chorus of one of their more popular songs that always got the âHatchlingsâ riled up. Kairo steps forward and gives his speech, making the fans cry. As the rest go on with their speeches, they take their final bow and look up at their fans.
âHatchlings, this may be our last night as RAVN, but you will always be our wings. Thank you for flying with us.â They announce as the lights go out and they walk offstage, Lux comforting Eon as he fans his sweaty, tear-stricken face.
You look up from the screen in the boysâ stylist room, smiling at them when they enter. âHey guys. Your show was amazing. Also, I told you your hair would be fine Zaney,â you tease, poking at Zane.
âNoona,â Zane whines as he flops over your back.
âI know how to manage hair. Itâs my job after all. I am gonna miss you guys though,â you pout.
âYou have our numbers and weâll all stay in touch of course. Besides, weâve been together for so long our friendship isnât just going to fade away just because weâre disbanding.â Lux adds as he pulls them in for one last group hug. âThis is one of the few times Iâm initiating physical contact. Enjoy it while it lasts.â
âAnd thatâs why your animal ego is a black cat, Salem-hyung.â Eon teases as he and the others join you in the hug.
âWhy yââ he growls as the others laugh.
âSo whatâre you guys gonna do now?â You look up at them when they pull away.
Noir is the last to pull away, squeezing you tighter. âWe should celebrate. Maybe some barbeque? Short rib on hyung!â
âWeâre all paying. Donât make Kairo pay for everything,â you chastise, hitting his shoulder.
âWhy do you always hit me?!â
âBecause itâs always you or Eon causing nonsense or pranking the others. Also, Eonâs still puffy-eyed from crying on stage so Iâm not going to chastise him.â
Noir huffed and crossed his arms. âAnd here I thought I was your favoriteâŚâ
âI told you I donât have any favorites, Noir. You guys get changed, I gotta pack up my stuff. Iâll meet you outside by the car after you say goodbye to the hatchlings before they get their feathers ruffled,â you tease. âIâll be outside the parking lot.â
âSee you then, our future on-call stylist,â Zane teases as you walk out.
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That was almost five years ago. You miss your boys dearly and a part of your heart will always belong to RAVN and their fans. Who knew itâd be so hard to get a job post getting let go? Sure volunteer work helps build up the resume, but getting sprayed with bath water by dogs and hissed at by cats for washing pets might not be the way to do it. Opening the door to your apartment, you groan as you take off your shoes and flop on your couch. You hear a trill by your head, making you look up as you see your gray shorthair, Mandu, staring at you sleepily. âDid I wake you pretty girl? Iâm so sorry.â
You reach up to let her smell your hand before scratching under her chin just the way she likes. Mandu purrs as your fingers dance along her fur. Your phone rings, pulling you away from her scratches, making the sleepy kitty fuss.
âOne second, sweet girl.â Looking at the phone, you see a selfie of you with Ha-rin hugging. âItâs your Aunty Ha-rin.â
Mandu yawns uninterestedly.
âHelââ
âMy job-free bad bitch of a bestie I need your help, this is life or death!â
Thatâs Choi Ha-rin, your best friend who just happened to be the feistiest Omega youâve ever met. You met back in cosmetology school and ended up working at HYPEONE Entertainment before being assigned to separate groups.
âHello to you too, Ha-rin. What is it this time?â
âATEEZ! Theyâre having a fanmeet and I canât go because NOVA has a fanmeet and I gotta do the girlsâ hair. I need you to go for me. Please, please please please plââ
âYouâve gotta stop using me as your errand girl.â
âGet a steady job then. Iâm sure someone out there wants to hire the former hairstylist of the RAVN.â
âAh hah haâŚFine, just come by tomorrow. I have to go grocery shopping so come by after work or on your lunch break or whateverâŚâ
âOh my God, yes! I love you! Iâll see you then!â
âUh-huh.â
âIâll bring the fried chicken you like so much.â
âThe spicy one from Crash Landing on You?!â You sit up on the couch. âOh, you do love me! Iâll see you then!â
Tomorrow rolls around quicker than you thought, your small moment of peace disappearing when Ha-rin knocks frantically on your door. âY/n!â
You roll your eyes and let her into the house, mouth watering at the smell of the chicken. Before you can even ask, you see her carrying a large tote bag on top of her usual purse. âSoâŚwhatâs with the bagâŚâ
âWeâll get to that later. Now whereâs my sweet furry cutie?â she coos, alerting Mandu who walked in from your bedroom. âThere she is! Come to Aunty, cutie~â
Mandu meows in surprise as sheâs picked up. She presses her paw against Ha-rinâs lips when she tries to give her kisses, opting to receive pets and to be carried around like the tiny diva she is instead.
Ha-rin sits on the couch with Mandu in her lap as she puts the box of chicken on the table with her tote. âCome eat first.â
âI think you want me to start calling you, Unnie,â you tease sitting next to her as she opens the box.
âMaybeâŚâ she teases.
âYouâre not even that much older than me,â you playfully pout as you hand her the first piece of chicken.
âBut you love me anyways,â Ha-rin giggles before gripping your arm. âAlso, if you call me Unnie in public Iâll kick your ass.â
âNoted.â
âNow eat before it gets cold.â
You take a piece for yourself, idly chatting before getting to the matter at hand. âOh Spicy Original my beloved,â you groan, biting into your first piece. âThank you, Ha-rin.â
âSince youâre so thankful and you already agreedâyou canât back out nowâ I brought some stuff and maybe some of Min Hyukâs stuff too, for you to get signed for us.â
âPlease tell me the whole bag isnât what you want signedâŚâ
âFive items each. Also, a gift for each member.â
âOh wowâŚwait, when did you even meet up with him?â
Ha-rin flips her hair. âI have my ways. Minâs been so eager to get back into the media since stepping out of the limelight as Noir. He said, âI want the world to know me as Seo Min-Hyuk and Noir.ââ
You scoff playfully and keep eating, sneaking a piece of chicken for Mandu who takes it out of your hand and tries batting your hand for more when you finish another piece. âNo, sweetie, you canât eat too much greasy food.â You eat more chicken for yourself, not noticing Ha-rin giving Mandu the drum part of the chicken wing.
âSo, is there anything specific you want me to do?â you ask, mouth full of chicken, covering your lips so no food spills out.
Ha-rin shakes her head. âI bought the ticket. Just go there and get the stuff signed and then youâll be on your way.â
âIf you say soâŚâ you sigh. âSo whenâs the meet?â
âThursday.â
âThursdayâŚGIRL TODAY IS WEDNESDAY!â
âSurprise?â Ha-rin giggles sheepishly.
âI look like a mess! I canât let them see me like this!â
âI thought you werenât an Atiny.â Ha-rin gives you a knowing smile.
âAtiny or not, you want me to go in your gorgeous ass place to meet eight god-like looking men?! I look like a troll! I canât fix this,â you gesture to your face. âIn less than twenty-four hours!â
âOkay, first of all, youâre gorgeous too. Secondly, just take the tote, put on some scent blockers and youâll be okay.â
You take a deep breath, calming down due to her sweet yet mild scent. âThanksâŚâ
âAnytime. Now, letâs go raid your closet for cute meet the idol outfits.â
âJust donât trash my room again.â
Ha-rin gasps dramatically. âI would never!â
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Stepping into the venue, you were instantly hit by the vibrant energy in the air. Fans chattered excitedly, some clutching albums and banners, others practicing what they would say to their idols. You werenât immune to the buzz, despite trying to keep yourself detached. The excitement was infectious, and for a brief moment, you let yourself enjoy the moment, taking in the atmosphere with a small smile.
Being the last in line had its advantagesâmore time to observe, and less pressure to rush through the experience and have it blacked out from your memory from sheer anxiety. But it also meant anticipation built with each passing moment. You watched as other fans excitedly stepped up, exchanging words with the members, some teary-eyed, others giggling nervously. Then, finally, it was your turn.
You approached the table where Hongjoong sat, his sharp eyes lighting up as he greeted you. He took your album and tilted his head slightly, curiosity evident.
" Hi! Thanks for waiting so long,â he said warmly.
You smiled. âNo problem. Itâs nice to meet you. I actually brought gifts for everyone from my friends that couldnât be here. Theyâre more Atiny than I am, to be honest. Some are just for fun, but others are a bit more meaningful.â You reached into your bag and set down a small pile of neatly wrapped items. âI hope you like them. Just a little something to say thank you for your music.â
One by one, you met each member, exchanging words and gifts that felt more meaningful than you had expected. You handed Jongho a small plush apple, which made him chuckle, and Yeosang a sleek-looking pocket mirror that he admired quietly before thanking you. You offered a soft but sincere, âYou are loved.â Yeosangâs lips parted slightly in surprise before he nodded in appreciation, while Jonghoâs expression softened, his fingers lingering slightly as he handed your album back.
To Yunho and Mingi, you said with a grin, âLook after each other.â
The two alphas exchanged amused glances before Yunho clapped Mingi on the back. âWe always do,â he assured you.
You handed them matching bracelets. âMy friend Min Hyuk said you two are always together, so he thought these would fit.â They grinned, immediately putting them on.
When you reached Wooyoung and San, their mischievous energy was palpable. âNever change,â you told them, shaking your head in amusement.
Wooyoung smirked, clearly pleased, while San clutched his chest dramatically. âWas that a compliment? Iâm taking it as a compliment.â Wooyoung received a tiny prank giftâa rubber chicken keychainâwhich made him burst into laughter, while San was given a small, heart-shaped note with an encouraging message.
âHa-rin said you always give love to Atiny, so hereâs a little love back.â
Sanâs usual playful expression softened as he accepted it.
Finally, you stood before Seonghwa and Hongjoong again. Something was grounding about their presence, something that made you hesitate just a moment longer before speaking.
âBefore I say what I want to say, I have these last two gifts for you.â For Seonghwa, you took out a beautifully crafted moon-themed journal, and for Hongjoong, a tiny compass pendant. âFor when you need to find your way,â you told him with a soft smile. âAlso, this is from me, since I know how hard the industry is: Although you care for Ateez,â you said, voice steady, âAtiny will always care for you.â
A beat of silence. Something flickered in Hongjoongâs expression, something unreadable.
Seonghwaâs gaze softened ever so slightly, but there was a sharp attentiveness beneath it as if he were assessing more than just your words.
âYour words mean a lot to us. Even if you arenât a big Atiny like you said,â Hongjoong smiles fondly before pausing. âThis might be awkward to ask but are your scent patches peeling off?â
You slap your hand against your neck, face burning in embarrassment as you try pushing the peeling edge back on your skin. âOh my God, this is so embarrassing! Iâm so sorry!â
A beat of silence.
Seonghwaâs gaze softened ever so slightly, but there was a sharp attentiveness beneath it as if he were assessing more than just your words.
Then, the air between you shifted.
It was subtle at firstâthe way Hongjoong inhaled slightly deeper, the way Seonghwaâs posture straightened.
The ripple of awareness spread outward as the others picked up on the change. Their reactions variedâcuriosity from Wooyoung and San, intrigue from Yunho and Mingi, a quiet understanding from Jongho and Yeosang.
âYour scentâŚâ Hongjoong murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His brows furrowed slightly, as though he were trying to place something familiar yet unfamiliar.
Seonghwa was less hesitant. âYou smell like chai...â His voice was calm, but there was an intensity beneath it, a note of recognition that made your breath hitch. âItâs sweet and homey...â
You stiffened slightly, caught off guard. Scent recognition wasnât unusual, but in such a public setting, it was rare for alphasâespecially respected ones like themâto acknowledge it so openly.
âItâs comforting,â Hongjoong added after a pause, his contemplative expression settling into something almost amused. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to clear his thoughts, then offered you another small, knowing smile. âA good kind of familiar.â
You forced a small laugh. âUh, thanks? Iâll get going. Enjoy your gifts.â
After you walked off stage, the atmosphere among the members subtly changed. Seonghwaâs eyes lingered a little too long in the direction you had gone, his posture stiff. Hongjoong exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He was tiredâoverworked, emotionally drainedâbut something about today gnawed at him.
Back at the dorms the rest of the group hung out in the main living room, except for Hongjoong and Seonghwa who went straight to their dorm.
âJoongie-ahâŚJoongâŚHongjoong!â
Hongjoong heard Seonghwa calling out to him but he couldnât figure out how to respond. It was like his instincts were on overdrive and one wrong move would cause all of these new emotions to boil over. For some reason, he thought back to you for a sliver of a moment: how your eyes sparkled when you talked to all of them, the way your hair frames your face, just you in general, and donât get him started on your scent. Heâd been working tirelessly for months, constantly focused on the groupâs schedule and responsibilities, and the interaction with you had unknowingly highlighted just how drained he truly felt. His mind replayed the words you had said to Seonghwa earlier, and the way your presence seemed to soothe something within him, something he hadnât realized he was missing.
Seonghwa, who had noticed the subtle shift, caught Hongjoongâs eye. His expression softened for a moment, but then it tightened as if he knew exactly what was happening. He stepped closer to Hongjoong, his voice low but tinged with concern. " Hongjoong, are you okay?â
Hongjoongâs gaze snapped toward him, the quiet resentment in his eyes barely masked by a forced smile. âIâm fine. Really.â
But his tone didnât match his words, and Seonghwa could tell. The familiarity of the exchange wasnât lost on himâhe knew Hongjoong better than anyone.
âNo, youâre not,â Seonghwa responded, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone, a subtle warning of his protective Alpha nature. âYouâve been pushing yourself too hard and something is obviously on your mind. Donât shut me out.â
Hongjoongâs jaw clenched, frustration bubbling under the surface. âI said Iâm fine. Stop mothering me, Seonghwa. I can handle it. I donât need you to lecture me every damn time.â
Seonghwaâs brows furrowed, taken aback by the sharpness in Hongjoongâs tone. âIâm not trying to lecture you. Iâm just worried.â
âIâm fine, Seonghwa! I donât need anyoneâs pity,â Hongjoong snapped, the words biting harder than he intended. His chest tightened, and he turned away abruptly, his fists clenched at his sides.
Seonghwa took a step forward, his expression unreadable for a moment, but the tension in the air thickened with each passing second. The weight of unsaid feelings, the constant demands of the group, and the undeniable attraction Hongjoong had tried to bury began to resurface, and it only made things more complicated.
Before Seonghwa could respond, Hongjoong had already stormed out of the dorm, passing the younger members and leaving the housing altogether, his movements sharp and agitated.
Seonghwaâs eyes lingered on the empty space where he had stood, his mind racing. His concern for Hongjoong mixed with something elseâsomething deeper, something he hadnât been able to define until now. The quiet ache in his chest grew as he watched Hongjoong retreat, leaving a palpable silence in the wake of his departure.
The rest of the members watched their leader and pack Beta storm out. âWas that Joong-ah?â
Mingi asks, sitting up from his spot next to Yunho. âIs he okay?â
âShould we go after him?â Jongho asks.
Seonghwa steps out of his room and walks into the living room, gaining the attention of the other members as he gets water from the fridge.
âHyung?â San calls out. âIs everything alright?â
Seonghwa looked at the closed door before turning to San and the others. âWeâre fine. Hongjoong just needed to get some air.â
The others look at each other as the eldest walks back into his room, closing the door behind him.
âJoong-hyung never goes out for air like thatâŚâ Jongho mutters.
âI hope theyâre alright,â Wooyoung mutters, his scent dampening with worry. âIâve never seen them fight like that.â
âI think theyâll be fine. Fate has ways of making things work,â Yeosang assures from his spot. âThose two always see eye to eye.â
Hongjoong doesnât come back to the dorms that night.
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Your phone rings as you step onto the bus, the familiar name flashing across the screen. " Hello?â
âWhere are you right now?â Ha-rinâs voice rings through the speaker, barely containing her excitement.
âIâm heading home. Why?â
âMeet me at the place where we got bulgogi and japchae last week. Min Hyukâs already there waiting for us.â
âWaitâwhen did hâHello? Ha-rin?â You pull the phone away from your ear, huffing as you see the call disconnected screen. Typical. No warning, no real explanationâjust orders.
With a sigh, you clutch your tote bag and get off at the next stop, making your way toward the restaurant. The scent of sizzling meat and savory sauces greets you as you step inside, weaving through the tables toward the back where you spot Min Hyuk waving eagerly.
âY/N!â He calls out, grinning as you slide into the seat across from him and Ha-rin.
âYou guys ordered already?â you ask, setting your tote down beside you.
âWe were waiting for you,â Ha-rin says, flipping the menu over. âThe server should be by soon, but firstâdetails. Spill. How was the meetup? Were they as handsome as they are in their videos? Was Wooyoung as chaotic as I imagined? Did Seonghwaâs beauty temporarily blind you?â
Min Hyuk rolls his eyes. âMaybe let her breathe before interrogating her.â
You chuckle, shaking your head. âThey were really nice. And yes, theyâre just as attractive in person. They also really loved your gifts, Ha-rin.â
âI knew it!â she squeals, clapping her hands. âI put so much thought into those.â
Min Hyuk cocks a brow. âAnd I didnât?â
âYou got Yunho and Mingi matching bracelets. That was the bare minimum.â
âThey were cool bracelets! Also donât forget the chicken,â Min Hyuk defends, before turning back to you.
âOkay, so if they were all so nice, whatâs this âtiny incidentâ you just glossed over?â
You hesitate, but Min Hyukâs stare sharpens as his Alpha instincts start to show. Thereâs no escaping this.
âMy scent patch started peeling, and Hongjoong and Seonghwa picked up on it,â you admit, rubbing your temple.
Ha-rin gasps, nearly knocking over her water glass. âY/N! Are you serious?!â
Min Hyuk sits up straighter. âThatâs not nothing. What happened after?â
âI mean⌠nothing bad,â you shrug. âThey said they liked my scent, so I guess it wasnât the worst thing ever. Just⌠really embarrassing.â
Ha-rin beams, practically vibrating with excitement. âOh, Iâm so happy for you. But I need explicit details. How did they react? Did anyone else notice?â
You sigh, knowing thereâs no escaping their curiosity, and launch into the full retelling as the food arrives. Between bites of bulgogi and japchae, you recount each momentâthe warm smiles, the small but meaningful conversations, and, of course, the scent recognition.
Ha-rin nearly chokes on her rice when you mention Wooyoungâs reaction to the rubber chicken keychain. âI knew heâd love it! I could just feel it in my soul.â
âYou would gravitate toward the most mischievous Omega in the group,â you tease, nudging her with your chopsticks.
Min Hyuk snickers. âSheâs just projecting.â
âHey!â Ha-rin pouts, crossing her arms. âI can appreciate good chaos.â
Min Hyuk chuckles before turning back to you. âSo⌠did anything else happen? Any particular members stand out to you?â
You pause, recalling the way Seonghwa and Hongjoong lingered just a second too long, how their reactions to your words had been a little too intense to brush off as casual fan service.
âNot really,â you lie, shoving a bite of food into your mouth.
Min Hyuk eyes you suspiciously but lets it slide. âWell, whatever happens, you better not forget us when you become Ateezâs personal hairdresser.â
You nearly choke. âWhat?!â
âOh, come on,â Ha-rin joins in, grinning. âYou said their stylist was out on leave, right? Youâve been freelancing since RAVN disbandedâyou should just apply to KQ and see what happens.â
You scoff, waving them off. âYeah, right. Like theyâd hire me.â
âWhy not?â Min Hyuk asks. âYouâve worked with idols before. You handled five men under constant scrutiny for yearsâAteez would be nothing compared to that.â
You purse your lips, suddenly feeling the weight of the past few months. Losing your stable job with RAVN had thrown your life into uncertainty, and while freelancing was keeping you afloat, it wasnât the same. You missed the structure, the consistency, the sense of belonging.Â
âI donât knowâŚâ you murmur. âIt just feels like a long shot.â
Ha-rin nudges your arm. âThe worst they can do is say no.â
Min Hyuk nods. âAnd if they say yes? That could change everything.â
You exhale, staring at your plate. The idea had never crossed your mind before, but now, sitting here with your best friends, it doesnât seem so ridiculous. ââŚMaybe Iâll think about it.â
As you toy with your chopsticks, Min Hyuk suddenly leans back with a smug grin. âEnough about Y/Nâs potential future as Ateezâs stylist. Letâs talk about me for a second.â
Ha-rin groans. âOh god, here we go.â
You snort. âWhat now? Did you get cast in another commercial?â
Min Hyuk scoffs, clearly offended. âExcuse you. Iâll have you know I landed the male lead in an upcoming drama.â
Your eyes widen. âWaitâwhat? Seriously?â
He nods, looking far too pleased with himself. âYep. Itâs called Moonlight Echo. Filming starts next month.â
Ha-rin gasps dramatically, nearly dropping her chopsticks. âShut up! You got the lead? Thatâs huge!â
You blink, still processing. âMin, thatâs amazing! Why didnât you tell us sooner?â
âI wanted to make sure everything was finalized first,â he admits, stealing a piece of japchae from your plate. âI play a music producer who falls for an up-and-coming singer heâs supposed to be mentoring, butâplot twistâsheâs actually been lying about her identity the whole time.â
Ha-rin wiggles her eyebrows. âSo⌠how many kissing scenes?â
Min Hyuk chokes on his drink. âThatâs your first question?!â
You burst into laughter as he glares at both of you.
âOkay, okay,â you say, still giggling. âIn all seriousness, Iâm really proud of you, Min. You deserve this.â
His expression softens. âThanks, Y/N. But donât think Iâm letting you off the hookâyouâre still applying to KQ.â
You groan, but Ha-rin cheers, raising her glass. âTo Min Hyukâs rise as a leading man and to Y/Nâs future job at KQ Entertainment!â
You shake your head, laughing as you clink your glass against theirs, but deep down, the idea doesnât seem so impossible anymore.
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The practice room at KQ is dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the harsh overhead fluorescent lights that buzz quietly. The faint hum contrasts sharply with the atmosphere in the room, which feels thick with tension. Yeosang, Mingi, San, Wooyoung, Jongho, and Yunho are scattered in a loose circle on the floor, their water bottles littered around them like forgotten props. Some of them are leaning against the mirrors, while others absentmindedly stretch or fiddle with their hands, trying to distract themselves from the palpable unease.
âI donât want to talk bad about Joong-hyung or Hwa-hyung or anything,â Yeosang mutters quietly, his voice low as if he doesnât want to make the words feel too real. âBut Iâm really worried about them. Something changed, and I know Iâm not the only one whoâs noticed it.â His eyes dart around, meeting the gaze of his members, each one catching the same unsettling vibe thatâs been growing in the air since the fanmeet.
âYeah,â Mingi agrees, his tone cautious yet urgent. âThings have been off since that day. What could have happened? We were all there... nothing seemed weird, but... now everythingâs different.â
âI donât know,â Yeosang sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âBut I donât like it when things get like this between any of us. It feels like somethingâs breaking.â He winces slightly, unsure whether to continue, but the weight of the situation is heavy in his chest.
Wooyoung scoffs from his spot on the floor, arms crossed, his usually playful demeanor replaced with a darker edge. âI hate it when they fight. It messes with the whole vibe, yâknow? When things are off between them, itâs like... walking on eggshells. I canât even breathe without worrying about whoâs mad at who.â
Yunho, ever the optimist, stretches and tosses a towel over his shoulder before leaning casually against Mingi. He ignores the faux-irritation Mingi throws his way when he gets sweat on him. âThis is getting ridiculous,â he mutters, his voice tinged with frustration. âTheyâve barely looked at each other for days. And whenever they are in the same room, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.â He shudders as he rubs his neck, the thought of it making his shoulders tense.
San bounces his legs restlessly, eyes distant. âItâs more than just a fight,â he says, his voice quieter now but with an undeniable edge of concern. âSeonghwa-hyung is our Alpha. Hongjoong-hyung is our Leader. When they donât talk, everything feels off balance. Itâs like the whole Pack is out of sync.â
Wooyoung, always the one to speak his mind, lays himself dramatically across Sanâs lap, his usual carefree attitude fading into something more somber. âAnd the worst part? Theyâre acting like we donât notice! Weâre supposed to be close enough to see it when somethingâs wrong, but theyâre pretending like everythingâs fine. They always fix things quickly... so why hasnât this time been the same?â
Jongho, ever observant and thoughtful, adds in his quiet, yet piercing voice, âI think itâs Hongjoong-ie. Thereâs something off about him, something deeper than just the argument. He hasnât been sleeping much, and... he looks exhausted. Like heâs carrying something heavy but doesnât want to show it.â
The others hum in agreement, their faces reflecting the same concern as they recall Hongjoongâs growing frustration, the distance heâs been putting between himself and everyone else. Theyâve all seen itâhow heâs been retreating, physically and emotionally, every time they try to reach him.
Yunho mutters under his breath, " Heâs been pushing himself harder than usual. More than normal. And itâs not like him.â
Wooyoung nods, his brow furrowing in worry. âYeah, itâs like... more than just stress. Heâs usually the one who keeps everything together, but now, itâs like somethingâs broken.â
Yeosang rubs his arms nervously, a cold shiver running down his spine. âSomethingâs definitely off with him,â he says, his voice barely above a whisper. âI really hope heâs okay.â
Jongho hesitates for a moment as if weighing whether he should speak up, but finally, he does. âI donât want to speculate, but... his scent. Itâs different. Itâs stronger... more dominant. I noticed it the other night when I passed by his studio.â His words hang in the air, heavy with implication, and a cold feeling spreads among the group.
San frowns, the thought unsettling him. âSo what? Heâs just stressed, right? Thatâs probably all it is.â
Mingi, whoâs been quietly processing the situation, cuts in with a more serious tone. âNo, Iâve noticed it too. Itâs different, like... somethingâs changed. And Seonghwaâs been reacting to it, even if heâs not saying anything.â He stares at the floor, his voice growing quieter. âThis isnât good. Not at all.â
Before any of them can offer a response or try to piece anything together, the door to the practice room suddenly slams open, the noise sharp against the stillness of the room. Immediately, the atmosphere shifts, as though the very air tightens in response to the person who has entered.
Itâs Hongjoong.
He walks in, his presence undeniably commanding, and his normal scent of maple and chili fills the room. But today, the chili is more pronounced, the spicy note almost overwhelming, as if itâs clinging to the air in a way it never has before. His presence feels heavier and more intense, the shift in the room is almost palpable.
Yeosang stiffens, his omega instincts flaring up instantly, making him keenly aware of the change in Hongjoongâs aura.
Wooyoung shivers, though he quickly tries to mask it with a playful scoff, but the unease in his eyes is unmistakable.
Hongjoong, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere, rolls his shoulders, exhaling deeply as if shaking off the weight of the world. âWhat are you guys just sitting around for?â he asks, his voice a little deeper, almost instinctively demanding. âPractice isnât over.â
The members exchange looks, their uncertainty hanging in the air like an unspoken question. Itâs as if theyâre all waiting for somethingâanythingâthat will help them make sense of whatâs happening.
Wooyoung is the first to break the silence, his usual playful tone now laced with genuine concern. " Hyung... are you okay?â
Hongjoong freezes for just a moment, the briefest flicker of something passing across his expression, before he shakes it off as if it were nothing. âIâm fine,â he mutters, his gaze darting around the room before settling elsewhere. âWhereâs Hwa?â
Jongho shrugs, his expression unreadable. " He left earlier. No idea where he went.â
Hongjoong clicks his tongue, his expression blank, and without another word, he strides toward the mirror to begin stretching, as if everything is normal. But the Pack watches him carefully, their realization sinking in slowly but surely. Something is definitely different about Hongjoongâthough none of them can pinpoint exactly what. The air is thick with tension, but the silence is deafening as they all try to figure out whatâs really going on.
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Seonghwaâs lavender and sandalwood scent comes off as a burnt forest with a field of flowers. The rush of emotions drastically makes his scent shift as he thinks about the changes in both himself and Hongjoong. The night air and the emptiness of the park somewhat helped him cool off the slowly bubbling anger beneath the surface. Thoughts raced through Seonghwaâs mind as he stared up at the stars.
âWhat changed in Hongjoong recently?â
âHe wasnât always like thisâŚdid I cause this?â
âWas he right? Am I overbearing?â
Seonghwa is pulled away from his thoughts when he spots a figure stumbling down the path, almost bumping into the bench heâs on. âOh!â He instinctively catches her before she falls, gently sitting her down on the bench. âMiss? Are you alright?â He looked over your face. âWait a minuteâŚisnât she that girl from the fanmeet?â
You look up at the man who caught you. âOh, look, a pretty man caught me. Wow, youâre idol type pretty, sir. Thank you for catching me. But you look sad. Why are you sad, pretty?â
Seonghwa felt his cheeks burn at the unexpected compliment. âItâs nothing.â
âBut you look like you want to cry about it and someone like you shouldnât. Iâm tipsy, not blind. You smell like a field of forest flowers after a rainstorm. Whyâre you sad?â
âSomethingâs off with myâŚâ âShould I say mate? I mean Hongjoong is my mate but people outside of KQ donât know that weâre a pack with pairingsâŚBut at the same time will she remember this? Although I donât think Iâll see her again so maybe this wonât bite me in the ass laterâŚâ
âHello? Pretty sir? Are you still with me?â You tilt your head as you gently wave your hand in front of his eyes.Â
âOh, sorry. Yeah, um, I guess my mate. Heâs been acting differently lately. Itâs not like him. I mean yes, there are times when he can exude authority but this is differentâŚheâs, i donât know, angrier? I donât know what to do? I want to talk to him but I donât want to seem like Iâm mothering or anythingâŚIâm sorry I just dumped my problems on you.â
You heard maybe half of that, temporarily distracted by how pretty and somewhat familiar this guy looked with the mask onâŚweird. âWell, change always happens in a relationship. Be it good or bad, itâs up to you if youâre willing to change as well or stay stuck in one place. Be the sand that flows in the ocean, not the stubborn boulder stuck to the seafloor.â
Seonghwa thought about the analogy you gave him. âThank youâŚâ he mumbles, nodding softly.Â
You bow and get up, placing your hand on his shoulder. âIâŚI gotta get home. My ManduâŚsheâs probably fussing about why Iâm not home to pet her belly.â
âMandu?â Seonghwaâs head tilted before following after you when you started to stumble again. âWait, are you sure you donât want me to get a cab for you? What if you live in a bad neighborhood?â
You give him a slightly drunk smile. âIâll be fine, Mr. Pretty. But thank you for worrying. Have a good night and good luck.â
Seonghwa watches you stumble and walk down the path. âMr. Pretty?â He was used to being called pretty by fans and his fellow packmates but from you, for some reason, it feltâŚdifferent.
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Y/N had always been driven by their passion for creativity and connection. Growing up in a small town, they found solace in their love for hairstyling, a skill they honed from a young age. What started as styling their friendsâ hair for school events quickly turned into a small business of their own. Y/Nâs innate talent was undeniable, and they had a unique gift for making others feel confident and empowered through their transformations. After working for HYPEONE Entertainment for several years until her main group RAVNâs disbandment, she decided to get back out into the world of hair.
For the sake of the fic, your birthday is (y/b/m)/(y/b/d)/1999.
Other Chars:
Seo Min Hyuk
Age: 25
Presentation: Alpha
Scent: Grass & Pine
Backstory:
Min Hyuk grew up with Y/N, but their friendship wasnât some dramatic, predestined bondâno childhood promises of forever, no lingering âwhat-ifs.â They were just two kids who happened to orbit each other, naturally falling into a friendship that neither of them questioned. Min Hyuk was the kind of person who made things happen. He didnât wait for life to come to himâhe went after it.
Lee Ha-rin
Age: 25
Presentation: Omega
Scent: Mandarin & Vanilla
Backstory:
Ha-rin has always had an eye for transformation. She wasnât interested in standing on a stage herself, but she loved the power of stylingâhow the right look could turn someone into a star. That passion led her to cosmetology school, where she met you. You two clicked. Her outgoing personality and your energy are always matching, no matter the level.
