Mars Meets Midnight

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the cold ceo and his beautiful secretary

pt 4: THE CONFESSION (finally) (we’ve earned this)

OKAY SO. episode 33. the one we’ve all been waiting for.

it’s raining. of course it’s raining. it’s ALWAYS raining during emotional moments in cdramas. seonghwa is leaving the office late, no umbrella, and he just stands there letting the rain soak through his perfect suit because he’s having an EMOTIONAL CRISIS about his family situation. hongjoong runs out without an umbrella either. grabs seonghwa’s wrist. spins him around.

“don’t go back to them.”

seonghwa looks at him with these devastated eyes. “i don’t have a choice—”

“you do. stay here. stay with—” hongjoong’s voice breaks. “stay with me.”

“President Hong, i can’t ask you to—”

“i’m not asking you to ask. i’m TELLING you.”

hongjoong steps closer. they’re both getting drenched. “i’ll fight your family. i’ll fight the whole industry. just don’t leave.”

“why?” seonghwa whispers. “why would you do that for me?”

and hongjoong just LAUGHS. this broken, desperate sound. “you really don’t know? park seonghwa, you walked into my office six months ago and i haven’t had a single coherent thought since. you think i hire people without looking at their resume? you think i personally make sure my secretary eats lunch? you think i learn someone’s coffee order down to the exact temperature they prefer?”

seonghwa is FROZEN. “hongjoong—”

“i’m in love with you. i’ve been in love with you since episode 1 and every day it gets WORSE and i can’t—i WON’T watch you marry some hotel heiress and be miserable—”

seonghwa kisses him.

just. steps forward and kisses him in the RAIN and the camera does a full 360 spin around them and the music SWELLS and i’m CRYING—

episode 34-40: the “we’re together now but secretly” arc

they’re trying to be professional at work. they’re FAILING. hongjoong keeps staring at seonghwa during meetings. seonghwa keeps blushing when hongjoong’s hand brushes his while passing documents. the entire office knows something is different but can’t quite figure out what.

wooyoung (from IT): “i’m calling it now, the CEO and Secretary Park are definitely—”

san (head of security): “don’t finish that sentence if you like your job”

episode 45-50: FINAL SHOWDOWN

seonghwa’s father shows up at the office with LAWYERS. threatens to sue hongjoong for “interfering with family matters.” tries to physically drag seonghwa out of the building.

hongjoong LOSES IT. “you want to sue me? go ahead. i have better lawyers. you want to destroy his career? you’ll have to go through me first. and if you EVER try to force him into anything again—”

seonghwa puts a hand on hongjoong’s arm. turns to his father with this calm, collected expression. “i resign from the Park family. keep the hotels. keep the money. keep everything. the only thing i’m taking is my freedom and the life i’ve chosen.”

his father: “you’d give up your inheritance for a JOB??”

seonghwa glances at hongjoong, smiles softly. “no. i’m giving it up for myself. the job is just a bonus.”

DESTRUCTION. EMOTIONAL DAMAGE. I’M UNWELL.

episode 51-60: epilogue aka the happy ending we DESERVE

six months later. hongjoong “accidentally” makes seonghwa a co-owner of the company. “it’s just good business,” he claims. everyone knows he’s lying.

they move in together. adopt a cat named starshine. seonghwa still brings hongjoong coffee every morning but now he gets a kiss as a thank you.

final scene: they’re at a charity gala. seonghwa in a white suit again (the POWER). hongjoong can’t stop staring at him, same as episode 1.

“you know,” seonghwa says, adjusting hongjoong’s tie. “you still look at me the same way you did the day we met.”

hongjoong pulls him closer. “and you’re surprised by this?”

they kiss. the camera pans up to the chandelier. fade to black.

THE END

300 episodes. 90 seconds each. i cried 47 times. seonghwa looked beautiful in every single frame. hongjoong suffered beautifully. 10/10 would watch again.

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the cold ceo and his beautiful secretary

pt 3: business proposals and emotional damage (WE’RE IN THE DEEP ANGST NOW FOLKS)

episode 22-30: the family pressure arc aka seonghwa suffering beautifully era

seonghwa’s family won’t leave him alone. every day a different brother shows up. his mother sends gifts. his father sends CONTRACTS. they want him to marry some hotel heiress to merge empires. old money things. seonghwa keeps refusing but you can see it’s wearing on him. hongjoong notices. of course he notices. he notices EVERYTHING about seonghwa.

episode 25: hongjoong finds seonghwa on the office rooftop at midnight, just staring at the city lights. this is the first time we see seonghwa look tired. hongjoong doesn’t say anything, just stands next to him. they’re both in their shirtsleeves. the wind is doing that thing where it dramatically blows their hair.

“do you ever feel trapped, President Hong?” seonghwa asks quietly.

hongjoong’s jaw clenches. “every day since you walked into my office.”

seonghwa turns to look at him. “what?”

hongjoong closes his eyes. “nothing. forget i said anything.”

I’M NOT OKAY!!!

episode 28: THE BUSINESS DINNER FROM HELL

both families arrange a “merger discussion dinner.” seonghwa’s family. hongjoong’s business partners. everyone in one room. seonghwa shows up in an ALL-WHITE suit (costume department said let’s make everyone cry) and hongjoong literally chokes on his wine. seonghwa’s mother: “seonghwa-ya, sit next to Miss Kim from the hotel group.”

hongjoong, standing up abruptly: “actually, Secretary Park needs to sit next to me. for… note-taking purposes.”

everyone stares. seonghwa’s eldest brother SMIRKS. he KNOWS.

the dinner is 4 episodes of charged glances and hands almost touching when reaching for the same dish and hongjoong looking like he wants to flip the table every time someone suggests seonghwa should “settle down and marry well.”

episode 31-32: the breaking point

seonghwa’s father gives him an ultimatum. “come back to the family business by the end of the month or we’ll freeze all your accounts and make sure you can never work in this industry again.”

seonghwa comes to work the next day with this completely blank expression. goes through his tasks perfectly as always. but hongjoong KNOWS something is wrong.

end of the day, hongjoong calls him into the office

“are you going back to them?”

seonghwa’s hands are shaking slightly as he holds his tablet. “i… i don’t know.”

“do you WANT to go back?”

“it doesn’t matter what i want.”

hongjoong stands up, walks around the desk. they’re face to face now. “it matters to me.”

the way seonghwa’s breath hitches. the way hongjoong’s looking at him like he’s the only thing in the world that matters.

“President Hong—”

“hongjoong. just… call me hongjoong. please.”

episode ends with them standing there, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. part 4 tomorrow and i PROMISE things will happen. probably. maybe. definitely crying either way.

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the cold ceo and his beautiful secretary

pt 2: the plot thickens (like my delusions)

okay so where we left off: hongjoong is pathetically in love and seonghwa is just doing his JOB extremely well and looking gorgeous while doing it

episode 7-12 is the “working late” arc and listen. LISTEN. these episodes are designed to HURT. it’s 9pm. the office is empty. seonghwa is still there organizing hongjoong’s schedule for the next quarter. hongjoong walks out of his office, sees seonghwa illuminated by the desk lamp, and physically has to grip the doorframe.

“you should go home,” hongjoong says, trying to sound casual and failing.

seonghwa looks up. “i’ll leave when you do, President Hong.”

hongjoong goes back into his office and stares at the wall for 15 minutes.

episode 13: THE JACKET SCENE. seonghwa shivers ONCE. just once. hongjoong immediately takes off his tom ford suit jacket and drapes it over seonghwa’s shoulders without a word. seonghwa looks up at him with these wide eyes. they’re standing so close.

hongjoong’s hand lingers on seonghwa’s shoulder. the camera does a slow zoom on their faces. episode ends. I’M SCREAMING.

episode 15-20: SEONGHWA BACKSTORY ARC a black mercedes pulls up to the office. out steps this woman dripping in diamonds and fur. “where is Park Seonghwa,” she demands. turns out?? seonghwa is the YOUNGEST SON of the Park luxury hotel empire. he RAN AWAY from that life because he was tired of being controlled. his family has been looking for him for TWO YEARS.

hongjoong overhears this conversation. his face does a journey. “you’re… a chaebol heir?”

seonghwa won’t meet his eyes. “it doesn’t matter. that’s not who i am anymore.”

“your mother is offering you the entire hotel chain if you come back.”

“i’m not going back.” seonghwa’s voice is soft but firm. “i told you, President Hong. i’m content where i am.”

the way hongjoong’s hands clench into fists. the YEARNING. the not knowing if seonghwa means the job or HIM.

episode 21: seonghwa’s eldest brother shows up. he’s tall, handsome, rich, everything. tries to convince seonghwa to return. hongjoong watches this interaction through his office window with an expression like he’s being slowly poisoned.

his assistant: “sir, your 2pm meeting—”

hongjoong: “cancelled. cancel everything. cancel my whole life actually.”

i need part 3 to be written immediately (by me) (tomorrow)

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The cold ceo and his beautiful secretary

A Seonghwa focused tragedy in 300 parts: Part 1

so i had a VISION okay. seonghwa as the ethereal secretary who’s too competent for his own good and hongjoong as the ceo who’s about to make it everyone’s problem.

episode 1 opens with seonghwa walking through the lobby of KQ Fashion Group in SLOW MOTION. hair perfectly styled. suit fitted like it was sewn onto him by angels. every extra in the background turns to stare. someone drops their coffee.

cut to: CEO Hong Hongjoong’s office. all black everything. floor to ceiling windows. he’s signing documents with this dead-eyed expression like he’s bored of being rich. his current secretary quits on the spot (17th one this year) and hongjoong doesn’t even look up. “send in the next candidate.”

AND THEN SEONGHWA WALKS IN.

the dramatic music SWELLS. hongjoong looks up. the pen falls from his hand in slow motion. for a full 30 seconds it’s just hongjoong’s face going through every emotion known to man. his inner monologue is probably screaming. his ears turn red. he coughs into his fist.

“you’re hired,” he says, voice cracking slightly. seonghwa just smiles that small, professional smile. “you haven’t seen my resume yet, President Hong.”

“don’t need to.” hongjoong is SWEATING. “start tomorrow.”

episode 2-5 is just seonghwa being the most perfect secretary alive. brings hongjoong coffee at the exact right temperature. organizes files by color AND date. answers the phone with this velvet voice that makes clients agree to anything. hongjoong is in SHAMBLES. he starts coming to work early just to watch seonghwa arrange his desk. it’s giving obsessed. it’s giving “i’m in danger.”

episode 6: seonghwa reaches up to get a file from the top shelf. his shirt rides up SLIGHTLY. hongjoong has to excuse himself for 20 minutes. the board meeting starts without him.

i’m already too invested and nothing has happened yet

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A Most Improper Account of Last Night’s Dockside Revelry

Dearest Reader,

I write to you from my fainting couch, smelling salts in hand, for what I witnessed last evening has left me in a state most… affected.

The ATEEZ crew hosted a “private gathering” at the naval quarters, though calling it private when half the ton received mysteriously unsigned invitations seems rather generous. This author, naturally, attended in the interest of journalistic integrity. What I found can only be described as eight men who have somehow weaponized the simple act of existing.

Captain Hongjoong stood at the head of the table like some sort of pocket-sized admiral, directing the evening’s festivities with the intensity of a man planning a military campaign. Except the campaign was merely deciding which wine to serve. He treated it with such seriousness that three footmen genuflected. He designed his own naval uniform, naturally. It’s cropped. The ton’s mamas are very concerned. Their daughters are very much NOT concerned, if you understand my meaning.

Mr. Seonghwa entered the room and approximately seven people forgot how to breathe. He was simply… walking. Yet he moved with such ethereal grace that Lady Pemberton whispered “is he even real?” No, madam, I do not believe he is. I suspect he’s a siren who learned to grow legs. He spent twenty minutes arranging flowers. TWENTY. MINUTES. We all watched. No one complained.

Viscount Yeosang sat in the corner reading Byron and looking like a classical sculpture that learned to brood. He glanced up ONCE, made eye contact with Miss Hartfield, and she had to be escorted outside for air. He was not even trying. This is simply what his FACE does. When he finally spoke to compliment the hors d’oeuvres, I fear the server may never recover.

Mr. Yunho attempted to demonstrate a new dance he learned abroad and accidentally created a new style of calisthenics. He is enthusiastic. He is energetic. He does not quite fit in standard-sized ballrooms. At one point he laughed and two chandeliers trembled. His smile could power the gas lamps for all of London. This author may have also trembled.

Captain Mingi arrived exactly thirty-seven minutes late wearing riding boots to a formal dinner. His excuse? “I forgot.” Forgot WHAT, sir? How to tell time? He sat down, immediately stole San’s dessert, and had the audacity to wink about it. The man is over six feet of pure audacious charm and he KNOWS it. Devastating.

Mr. Choi San should frankly be illegal. This author watched him lean against a doorframe—merely LEAN, mind you—and the Dowager Duchess fanned herself so vigorously her wig shifted. His dimples are a public menace. When he rolled up his shirtsleeves to “help” in the kitchen (unnecessary—there were servants), I heard someone whimper. It may have been me. A gentleman should not have forearms like that. It’s simply not done.

Mr. Wooyoung spent the entire evening collecting secrets like they were party favors, whispering scandalous observations, and somehow making everyone fall slightly in love with him. He “accidentally” spilled wine on Lord Ashford’s jacket and used the opportunity to insult the man’s tailor while helping clean it. He got away with it. He gets away with EVERYTHING. That smile should be registered as a lethal weapon.

Young Mr. Jongho, when pressed to contribute to the musical entertainment, sang one (1) note and every unmarried woman in the room simultaneously reconsidered her life choices. Then he broke a walnut with his BARE HANDS while maintaining eye contact with this author. Sir. SIR. That was unnecessary and also deeply affecting in ways I shall not examine.

In conclusion, ATEEZ should come with a warning label from the Royal Physician General. This author suggests you keep your daughters, your sisters, and quite frankly YOURSELF at a safe distance.

Or don’t. I certainly won’t be.

Your most compromised correspondent,

Lady Writington

P.S. - They’ve invited me to next week’s gathering. I am going. I am weak.

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currently obsessed with cdramas so I wrote a 4 part story about ateez in the style of a cdrama 😂 I love the weekends

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The Most Scandalous Observations from This Season’s Maritime Ball

Dearest Gentle Reader,

This author finds herself utterly breathless after witnessing the arrival of ATEEZ at Lady Danbury’s maritime soirée last evening. Eight gentlemen, each more devastatingly handsome than the last, descended upon the ton like pirates claiming their treasure—which, I suppose, is rather fitting given their nautical proclivities.

Captain Hongjoong, smaller in stature but ENORMOUS in presence, arrived fashionably late (as is his custom) wearing a waistcoat so audaciously embroidered it could be seen from across the ballroom. The man conducts himself as though he invented the waltz. He did not, but do not tell him this.

Mr. Park Seonghwa remains the season’s most eligible bachelor, though he seems far more interested in ensuring everyone’s cravat is properly tied than in actually securing a match. This author watched him literally stop mid-dance to adjust Viscount Yeosang’s collar. Sir, this is a WALTZ.

Speaking of Viscount Yeosang—the man spoke thrice the entire evening. Thrice! And yet somehow communicated more with a single arched eyebrow than Lord Whistledown manages in his entire gossip column. The duality of man, indeed.

Mr. Yunho has been banned from three separate garden parties for “excessive enthusiasm” and “startling the Dowager Duchess.” He is six foot one. He does not know how to whisper. We love him anyway.

Captain Mingi arrived late (maritime business, he claimed) and immediately knocked over a champagne tower. He blamed San. San was on the other side of the ballroom. The mathematics of this accusation do not mathematics, but one cannot help but be charmed.

Mr. Choi San has been described by this author’s sources as “devastatingly dimpled” and “a menace to every parent with a daughter of marriageable age.” He knows exactly what he’s doing with those fitted tailcoats. Society will never recover.

Young Mr. Wooyoung has started no less than FOUR separate scandals this week alone, including the Great Pastry Incident of Tuesday last and whatever happened in the Ashford maze (he will not elaborate, but Jongho was there, and his cravat was suspiciously disheveled).

And finally, Mr. Kang Yeosang’s younger brother Jongho, who opened his mouth to sing at the pianoforte and every debutante in the room simultaneously clutched their pearls. The man could break an apple with his bare hands. He did so. At the dessert table. No one has been the same since.

These eight gentlemen have turned the social season absolutely topsy-turvy, and this author, for one, cannot WAIT to see what chaos next week’s ball shall bring.

Yours in scandalous observation,

Lady Writington

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The Great Roomba Incident of 2025

It started because Hongjoong refused to do the dishes.

“I’m working on music,” he said, gesturing dramatically at his laptop, which was clearly open to an online shopping site.

“You’re buying more jackets,” Seonghwa said flatly, staring at the screen. “You have forty-seven jackets.”

“Forty-eight after this one ships.”

Seonghwa’s eye twitched. The kitchen was a disaster. There were dishes from three days ago. Possibly four. He’d lost count. The rest of the members had scattered like cockroaches the moment he’d mentioned cleaning, which meant it was just him and Hongjoong in the kitchen, engaged in their weekly standoff.

“Fine,” Seonghwa said. “FINE. I’m buying a Roomba.”

“A what?”

“A robot vacuum. It’ll clean for us.”

Hongjoong looked up from his jacket-shopping. “That’s actually genius.”

“I know.”

“Get two.”

“Why would we need two?”

“Because,” Hongjoong said, as if it were obvious, “they can race.”

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The Roomba arrived two days later. Seonghwa unboxed it with the care of someone handling a newborn.

“It’s… cute,” Wooyoung said, poking it.

“Don’t touch it,” Seonghwa snapped. “I haven’t sanitized it yet.”

“It’s a vacuum.”

“It’s MY vacuum.”

San leaned over the couch. “Does it have a name?”

“Why would it have a name?”

“Everything should have a name,” San said seriously. “I’m calling it Robert.”

“You can’t just name my Roomba.”

“Robert,” San repeated, now addressing the Roomba directly. “You’re part of the family now. No pressure.”

Yunho wandered in from the kitchen, holding a bag of chips. “Oh sick, we got a Roomba. Does it do tricks?”

“It’s a VACUUM,” Seonghwa said, louder now.

“But can it do tricks?”

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Within three hours, the Roomba had acquired a cult following.

Wooyoung had stuck googly eyes on it.

San had made it a tiny hat out of paper.

Jongho was following it around, narrating its journey like a nature documentary. “And here we see Robert, approaching the dangerous dust bunny territory under the couch. Will he make it? The tension is palpable.”

“STOP calling it Robert!” Seonghwa yelled from the kitchen, where he was stress-cleaning the counters.

“What should we call it then?” Wooyoung asked.

“Nothing! It doesn’t need a name! It’s a CLEANING APPLIANCE.”

“Robert it is,” Jongho confirmed.

Mingi emerged from his room, took one look at the Roomba wearing a tiny paper hat and googly eyes, and went back to bed. “I’m not dealing with this today.”

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Day two of Roomba ownership is when things got weird.

Yeosang had been sitting quietly on the floor, watching Robert do its systematic cleaning pattern, when he suddenly said, “I think it’s sentient.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

“What,” Hongjoong said.

“It’s displaying autonomous decision-making beyond its programming.”

“It’s a Roomba.”

“Is it though?” Yeosang tilted his head. “Is it really?”

“Yes,” Seonghwa said firmly. “It is literally a robot vacuum that I paid money for.”

“But what if it’s MORE,” Yeosang said, in the tone of someone about to start a conspiracy theory. “What if Robert is… aware?”

“Oh my god,” Hongjoong muttered.

“I knew it!” San shouted. “I KNEW Robert was special!”

“You’ve lost your minds,” Seonghwa said. “All of you.”

The Roomba bumped into the wall, reversed, and continued cleaning.

“See?” Yeosang pointed. “Problem-solving.”

“THAT’S WHAT IT’S DESIGNED TO DO.”

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By day three, there were teams.

Team Robert (San, Wooyoung, Jongho, and Yeosang) believed the Roomba was a sentient being deserving of respect and possibly rights.

Team It’s Just A Vacuum (Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and a reluctant Yunho) insisted everyone had lost their minds.

Mingi refused to choose a side and continued hiding in his room.

The conflict came to a head when Wooyoung suggested they get a second Roomba so Robert wouldn’t be lonely.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT,” Seonghwa said.

“But he needs a friend!”

“IT’S A ROBOT.”

“You don’t know what he needs!”

“I BOUGHT IT. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IT NEEDS. IT NEEDS TO VACUUM.”

That’s when Hongjoong, who’d been suspiciously quiet, cleared his throat. “Actually… I may have already ordered a second one.”

Silence.

“You WHAT?” Seonghwa’s voice had reached a pitch only dogs could hear.

“For racing! Remember? We talked about this!”

“I thought you were JOKING.”

“I never joke about robot races.”

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Roomba #2 arrived the next day. It was immediately named “Robert Jr.” by San, despite Seonghwa’s protests that it made no sense because Roombas don’t reproduce.

“Not with that attitude they don’t,” Wooyoung said.

Seonghwa locked himself in his room for an hour.

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The race was scheduled for Friday night. Hongjoong had drawn a racetrack on the floor with tape. There were lanes. There were turns. There was, somehow, a betting pool.

“I’ve got twenty on Robert,” Jongho said.

“Robert Jr. is clearly faster,” Yunho argued. “Look at his movement pattern.”

“They’re identical models!”

“But Robert Jr. has YOUTH on his side.”

Mingi had finally emerged from his room, looked at the taped racetrack covering their entire living room floor, and said, “I’m calling my mom.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Hongjoong said, adjusting Robert’s paper hat. “This is science.”

“This is insanity.”

“Science,” Hongjoong repeated.

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The race began at 8 PM.

Both Roombas were placed at the starting line. Seonghwa sat in the corner, head in his hands, wondering how his simple desire for a clean floor had led to this.

“On your marks,” San announced, holding a wooden spoon like a starting pistol. “Get set. GO!”

He banged the spoon on the counter.

Both Roombas continued their normal vacuuming pattern, completely oblivious to the race.

“COME ON ROBERT,” Wooyoung screamed. “YOU CAN DO IT.”

“ROBERT JR. DON’T LET US DOWN,” Yunho yelled.

The Roombas bumped into each other, reversed, and went in opposite directions.

“THAT’S CHEATING,” Jongho shouted.

“How is that cheating?!” Hongjoong demanded.

“HE’S GOING THE WRONG WAY.”

“They’re ROOMBAS. They don’t understand directions!”

Yeosang was filming everything on his phone with the dedication of a documentarian. “This is important historical footage.”

“Of WHAT?” Seonghwa yelled.

“The robot uprising.”

“IT’S NOT AN UPRISING, THEY’RE JUST VACUUMING.”

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Twenty minutes into the “race,” both Roombas had somehow ended up under the couch, where they appeared to be fighting.

“They’re battling for dominance,” Yeosang whispered.

“They’re STUCK,” Seonghwa said.

“No no, this is a strategic move,” San insisted.

Hongjoong was on his hands and knees, trying to see under the couch. “I think Robert’s winning.”

“Robert Jr. has better positioning!”

“THEY’RE BOTH STUCK UNDER THE FURNITURE.”

Mingi took a photo and sent it to their group chat with the caption “this is what happens when i leave you alone for five minutes.”

“You’ve been in your room for THREE DAYS,” Wooyoung pointed out.

“And I was RIGHT to be.”

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In the end, they had to lift the couch to retrieve both Roombas. The race was declared a tie. The betting pool money went to ordering pizza.

Seonghwa stood in the middle of the now-clean living room, looking at his two Roombas, both sporting googly eyes and paper hats.

“The floor is clean,” Hongjoong offered.

“The floor is clean,” Seonghwa repeated.

“Mission accomplished?”

“I hate all of you.”

“But the floor is clean.”

Seonghwa looked around. He looked at the carpet, the hardwood, the corners that hadn’t been properly vacuumed in weeks. Everything was spotless.

“Fine,” he admitted. “The Roombas can stay.”

“ROBERT STAYS,” San corrected.

“Robert and Robert Jr.,” Wooyoung added.

“I’m getting you all psychological evaluations,” Seonghwa muttered.

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**One week later.**

Seonghwa found Hongjoong online shopping again.

“What are you doing?”

Hongjoong looked up, guilty. “Nothing.”

Seonghwa leaned over to see the screen.

It was a robot mop.

“Hongjoong, NO.”

“But think about it—”

“NO.”

“Robert needs a FRIEND—”

“HE HAS ROBERT JR.”

“A friend that MOPS, Seonghwa. We could name it Roberta.”

Seonghwa stared at him for a long moment. Then he walked away.

Three hours later, he walked back in.

“If we get a robot mop,” he said slowly, “it needs to be sanitized immediately upon arrival.”

Hongjoong’s face lit up. “Obviously.”

“And NO googly eyes.”

“…we’ll see.”

“Hongjoong.”

“I’m not making any promises!”

From the living room, they heard San yell, “ROBERT JUST DID A TRICK. EVERYONE COME LOOK.”

“IT’S JUST VACUUMING,” Seonghwa screamed back.

But he was already walking toward the living room to see what Robert was doing.

Because maybe, just maybe, the Roomba was a little bit special.

Or maybe he’d just completely lost his mind living with seven chaos agents.

Either way, the floor was clean.

And that was something.

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**THE END**

(Roberta arrived the following Tuesday. She now has a tiny bow. Seonghwa has stopped fighting it. This is his life now.)

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ATEEZ Members Ranked by Who Would Survive a Zombie Apocalypse

a completely scientific and objective analysis

listen i have THOUGHTS about this and yes there’s a clear winner but we’re going through all of them because this matters

8. Mingi

I love this man with my whole heart but he would absolutely NOT make it and here’s why.

Mingi is scared of EVERYTHING. Bugs? Terrified. Loud noises? Jumps three feet in the air. The dark? Absolutely not. Now imagine him in a zombie apocalypse where everything is scary ALL THE TIME. He would have a panic attack within the first hour. The man would see one zombie and freeze completely, unable to move. Yes he’s tall and yes he’s fast, but fear would paralyze him. He’d be the one hiding under a table saying “I can’t do this I can’t do this I can’t do this” while everyone else is trying to fight. His anxiety would be at maximum level 24/7 and he’d probably pass out from the stress. Also he’d 100% scream at the worst possible moment and alert every zombie in the area to their location.

How long he’d last: 2 days maximum, and that’s only if someone literally carries him.

Cause of death: Saw a zombie, screamed, fainted, never woke up. OR got so scared he just gave up. We’re heartbroken but we understand, the apocalypse is NOT for the scaredy cats.

7. Wooyoung

I love him. You love him. He would NOT make it.

Here’s the thing about Wooyoung: he would 100% try to befriend a zombie. Like genuinely would look at a rotting corpse stumbling toward him and go “maybe they’re just misunderstood!!” The man is too loud. The zombies would find him IMMEDIATELY. He’d get distracted trying to make sure everyone else is okay instead of, you know, running. The boy cannot be quiet for more than 30 seconds and would probably start a cooking show in the apocalypse and attract every zombie in a 5-mile radius with the smell of whatever amazing food he’s making.

How long he’d last: 3 days, maybe a week if someone babysits him constantly.

Cause of death: Tried to feed a zombie thinking it would make them friends. We’re all devastated but not surprised.

6. San

This ranking PAINS me because San is incredible but hear me out.

San is TOO heroic. He would sacrifice himself for literally anyone, including strangers. Full “you guys go ahead, I’ll hold them off” energy. Like yes, the muscles would help in a fight, but the hero complex would absolutely get him killed. He would 100% go back for someone’s teddy bear. Cannot leave anyone behind even if it means certain death. Also too emotional and would have a complete breakdown seeing abandoned pets and then probably try to rescue all of them, which, while noble, is not a great survival strategy when you’re being chased by the undead.

How long he’d last: 2 weeks of being the group’s protector before an absolutely heroic sacrifice that makes us all sob.

Cause of death: Saved everyone else and stayed behind. We’re all crying. There are no dry eyes. He died a hero and we’ll never be okay.

5. Yunho

The golden retriever energy is strong but unfortunately not apocalypse-proof.

Yunho is too optimistic. He’d genuinely be like “I’m sure the zombies will leave us alone if we’re nice!” He would try to keep morale up by starting dance parties, which, while sweet, creates a NOISE PROBLEM. The height makes him an easy target to spot from a distance. He’s too trusting and would definitely let a bitten person into the safe house because “they said they’re fine!!” Narrator: they were not fine. He would probably name all the zombies he sees and then feel bad about fighting them. “That one’s Gerald, he used to be an accountant probably, I can’t just—” and then Gerald bites him.

How long he’d last: 3 weeks because his positive energy genuinely keeps the group together and prevents despair-related deaths, until his optimism becomes his downfall.

Cause of death: Trusted the wrong person OR zombies heard his characteristically loud, joyful laugh from three blocks away.

4. Jongho

You’d THINK the muscles mean automatic survival but let me explain.

Jongho could absolutely fight zombies hand-to-hand. The strength would be incredibly useful for barricading doors and moving heavy objects. BUT he would refuse to leave his hyungs behind under ANY circumstances, which is loyal but potentially fatal. Might waste valuable energy breaking apples just to prove he still can even during the apocalypse. His stubbornness could be both an asset and a massive liability. He’d be the type to say “I don’t need to run, I’ll just fight them” which works great until you’re facing 50 zombies instead of 5. The maknae strength is real but it’s not infinite.

How long he’d last: 1-2 months of being an absolute tank until the stubbornness catches up with him.

Cause of death: Refused to retreat when the group needed to run, stood his ground, fought valiantly and took down an impressive number of zombies but was ultimately overwhelmed. Went down swinging. We’re devastated.

3. Yeosang

The dark horse of this ranking and honestly he’d do better than you’d expect.

Yeosang is QUIET. Stealth king. Zombies wouldn’t even know he’s there half the time. He’s incredibly observant and would notice danger before anyone else does. Smart enough to avoid unnecessary risks and wouldn’t do something stupid for the adrenaline rush. The birthmark makes him memorable to humans but he’d survive anyway through sheer competence. He’s not overly emotional so he can make logical decisions when needed. Would absolutely be the one to find the best hiding spots that no one else thought of. The only issue is he might make a calculated sacrifice for the team when it really counts because he cares about them that much.

How long he’d last: 3-4 months, which is a genuinely solid run.

Cause of death: Either a calculated sacrifice to save the others OR finally ran out of luck after an impressive survival streak.

2. Hongjoong

CAPTAIN. LEADER. Almost has what it takes but not quite.

Hongjoong has a STRATEGIC MIND and would plan everything down to the smallest detail. He’s a natural leader and people would follow him without question. Being small makes him a harder target and he can hide in places others can’t. Incredibly resourceful and would absolutely MacGyver solutions out of random supplies. Decisive under pressure and doesn’t freeze up. Already doesn’t sleep anyway so taking night watch shifts is easy for him. Would organize supply runs, establish a base, create schedules and routines to keep everyone sane. The problem: he would make the heroic leader sacrifice when the group needed it most. Also might get so focused on planning and strategizing that he misses immediate danger happening right in front of him.

How long he’d last: 1-2 years of successfully leading a survivor group and keeping people alive.

Cause of death: Heroic leader sacrifice where he stays behind so everyone else can escape OR, and hear me out, accidentally poisoned himself trying to mix hair dye in the apocalypse because he’s STILL trying to maintain the look. Both are equally possible.

1. SEONGHWA

THE WINNER. THE CHAMPION. THE SOLE SURVIVOR.

Let me tell you exactly why Park Seonghwa would not just survive but absolutely THRIVE in a zombie apocalypse.

First of all, the cleanliness factor. Zombies are DIRTY and GROSS and covered in fluids you don’t want to think about. Seonghwa’s germaphobe tendencies mean he’s already maintaining maximum distance from anything unsanitary. His entire “don’t touch me with your dirty hands” energy is literally a survival strategy. He would have hand sanitizer stockpiled before the apocalypse even started, probably just as part of his normal routine. His obsessive cleaning means any safe house he’s in is STERILE, which prevents infection from spreading among survivors. He would genuinely rather die than let a zombie’s disgusting rotting hands touch him, and somehow this mindset is exactly what keeps him alive.

The organization is next level. Everything would be labeled, categorized, and inventory managed. He knows EXACTLY what supplies the group has at all times. He’s a meal prep KING so he would ration perfectly and make sure no food goes to waste. There would be a cleaning schedule even during the apocalypse. He’d be like “we WILL maintain standards even if the world is ending” and everyone would listen because he’s right. You can’t give up on civilization just because there are zombies.

His practical skills are actually insane when you think about it. He can COOK, which is essential for survival and morale. He’s detail-oriented so he notices when something’s wrong or out of place. He’s cautious by nature and wouldn’t take stupid risks. His maternal instincts mean he’s actively working to keep everyone alive and healthy. The man would pack the PERFECT bug-out bag with everything you actually need and nothing you don’t.

The mindset is what really sets him apart though. He’s calm under pressure, which we’ve seen in every single ATEEZ chaos moment. Doesn’t panic easily and thinks things through before acting. He’s adaptable but maintains routines, which is psychologically important for staying sane. His whole vibe is “if I’m going to survive an apocalypse, I’m doing it with DIGNITY” and honestly that’s the key.

Physical advantages: those arms could absolutely wield a weapon effectively. Dancer flexibility means parkour potential for escaping across rooftops. Stamina for days from all the performing. He’s surprisingly strong, like have you SEEN him? The pretty face is deceiving but the man has muscles.

Personality-wise, he’s caring enough to help others but logical enough to make hard choices when necessary. He would establish a safe, functional community. He’s a natural caretaker so people would actively want him in their survivor group. He’s scary when angry and I genuinely think zombies would sense this energy and think twice. The LEGO sets mean he has engineering skills for building traps and barricades and fortifications.

Here’s the wildcard: he would 100% maintain a skincare routine during the apocalypse. Like “the world may be ending but my skin doesn’t have to” energy. This sounds ridiculous but think about what it means. If he has the discipline to do a 10-step skincare routine while running from zombies, he has the discipline to survive literally anything. The man’s commitment to self-care in the face of the apocalypse is both absurd and exactly why he’d outlast everyone.

How long he’d last: OUTLIVES THE ENTIRE APOCALYPSE.

Cause of death: DOESN’T DIE. Instead, he rebuilds civilization. Becomes the leader of the new world. Establishes strict hygiene protocols for all survivors. Creates a new society based on cleanliness, organization, and having proper meals three times a day. The zombies eventually give up because they literally cannot handle his judgmental “you’re disgusting” stare. He wins by sheer force of will and superior hygiene standards.

FINAL ANALYSIS

Seonghwa would not only SURVIVE, he would THRIVE in ways that would make the rest of us look pathetic.

While everyone else is slowly losing their humanity and descending into survival mode chaos, Seonghwa is maintaining a cleaning schedule, doing his skincare routine, cooking proper nutritious meals, keeping detailed inventory lists, judging the zombies for their lack of hygiene, building LEGO sets for stress relief, organizing supply closets by category and expiration date, and looking absolutely flawless while doing all of it.

The apocalypse wouldn’t break him. The apocalypse would fear HIM.

Park Seonghwa: 1, Zombie Apocalypse: 0.

The rest of ATEEZ would probably die protecting each other in beautiful, tragic, heroic ways that would make us all cry for weeks, but Seonghwa would be standing there at the end, hand sanitizer in one hand, perfectly organized supply list in the other, skin glowing, hair perfect, and genuinely wondering why everyone else struggled so much with something so straightforward.

“I just stayed clean and didn’t do anything stupid,” he’d say, as if it’s that simple. And for him, it was.

tl;dr

Seonghwa’s germaphobe tendencies, organizational skills, practical abilities, and absolute refusal to let standards slip even during the literal end of the world make him the ultimate survivor. The man would out-organize the apocalypse itself. Also he’s too pretty to die and the universe wouldn’t allow it. These are just facts.

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The Week Everything Changed (Except My Vows)

so i discovered ATEEZ the day before my wedding and now i’m unwell (a true story)

The beach condo smelled like sunscreen and salt air. Both kids were sandy, sun-tired, and starting to get that late-afternoon feral energy that meant naptime was no longer optional. It was a survival necessity.

“Movie time,” I announced, in that fake-cheerful voice parents use when they’re really saying “please, for the love of God, be still for ninety minutes.”

My fiancé was outside on the balcony, beer in hand, watching the waves. Tomorrow we’d be married. Just us. No circus, no distant cousins, no seating charts. Just a beach, an officiant, and the four of us.

Perfect.

“What movie, Mama?” my five-year-old asked, already climbing onto the couch.

I scrolled through the options, looking for something that would hold their attention. Something animated. Something with talking animals or princesses or…

K-Pop Demon Hunters.

I stopped scrolling.

“That’s a weird title,” I muttered.

“What’s demon hunters?” my three-year-old asked.

“Probably too scary for…” I clicked on it anyway, just to see the description.

In a world where evil spirits threaten humanity, only one group has the power to stop them…

“This looks stupid,” I told no one in particular.

I pressed play.

Look, I can’t explain what happened in the next hour and forty-seven minutes.

I can tell you that my kids fell asleep within twenty minutes, as predicted. Right there on the couch, sandy and drooling and perfect.

I can tell you that I didn’t move from that spot.

I can tell you that when my fiancé came back inside and asked if I wanted to go for a walk before dinner, I held up one finger. Wait. Without taking my eyes off the screen.

“What are you watching?”

“Shhh.”

“Are those… Korean pop stars?”

“They’re demon hunters.”

“Right. Obviously.”

He looked at the kids, asleep. Looked at me, fully awake and sitting six inches from the TV like I was five years old myself. “You good?”

“No,” I said honestly. “I think something’s wrong with me.”

But I didn’t turn it off.

The movie ended. Credits rolled. I sat there like I’d been physically struck.

My fiancé was reading on the balcony. The kids were still asleep. The sun was starting to set over the ocean.

And then something clicked in my brain. One of the groups in the movie, the Saja Boys. They’d mentioned something in the credits about being inspired by a real K-pop group. What was it?

I picked up my phone and typed into the search bar with the desperation of someone who knows they’re about to make a terrible decision.

Saja Boys inspired by kpop group

And there it was in the results: ATEEZ.

I clicked on the first music video result.

“Inception.”

Wait, no. That wasn’t right. I scrolled down.

“Wonderland.”

Still scrolling.

“Hala Hala.”

And then I saw it. The thumbnail that would ruin my life.

“ATEEZ (Illusion Stage - The Real : Inception Ver.)”

No wait, that’s not it either.

“ATEEZ (INCEPTION Official MV)”

Actually, you know what? I don’t even remember which one I clicked first. I just know that somehow, I ended up on a music video.

No. I’m lying to myself. I remember exactly which one it was.

“ATEEZ (In Your Fantasy - English Ver.)”

I clicked it.

“Just one,” I told myself. “Just to see if they’re actually good or if it’s just movie production value.”

I pressed play.

And that was it.

That was the moment everything changed.

Three hours later.

“Babe. Dinner.”

“Uh huh.”

“Babe, the kids are awake. We need to feed them.”

“Okay yes just…” I held up my hand, eyes glued to my phone. “Just one more video.”

“You’ve been saying that for two hours.”

“This one is different. This one is called ‘Hala Hala’ and apparently they wear these black contact lenses and…”

He leaned over my shoulder. On my screen, eight men in all black were doing choreography that looked vaguely dangerous.

“What happened to the demon hunter movie?”

“That was THREE HOURS AGO.” I paused the video, wild-eyed. “These are the guys who INSPIRED the Saja Boys from the movie. The demon hunters were based on THEM. And I…” I gestured helplessly. “I think I understand something fundamental about the universe now that I didn’t understand before.”

“They look… intense.”

“They have LORE,” I said, with the unhinged energy of someone who’d fallen down a Wikipedia rabbit hole. “There’s a whole storyline. Multiple universes. Time travel, maybe? I’m not entirely clear on that part yet but I WILL be.”

That night, after fish tacos and showers and getting the kids into bed, I sat on the balcony with my laptop.

My fiancé joined me, handing me a glass of wine.

“So,” he said carefully. “Big day tomorrow.”

“Huge day.”

“Getting married.”

“Yep.”

“You excited?”

“So excited.” I was pulling up another music video.

He watched me for a moment. “Are you… having second thoughts?”

My head snapped up. “What? No! God, no. I’m…” I gestured helplessly at my laptop. “I’m having eighth thoughts. Maybe ninth thoughts. Thoughts I didn’t even know I could have.”

“About us?”

“About THEM.” I turned the laptop around. “Look at this choreography. LOOK at what he just did with his body. That should be illegal. That might be illegal in some states.”

He squinted at the screen. “They’re very… synchronized.”

“They’re artists. And I…” I set down my wine glass with perhaps too much force. “I’m getting married tomorrow. TOMORROW. And I just discovered eight Korean men who apparently have knife choreography and an entire fictional universe involving revolution and alternate dimensions, and I’m THIRTY-FOUR YEARS OLD with TWO CHILDREN and I can’t just…”

“Just what?”

“Just BE INSANE about this!” I was talking too loud. Definitely going to wake the kids. “Except… wait. No. That’s not true. I’m a Swiftie. I literally own forty-seven versions of the same album. I’ve made Taylor Swift my entire personality since I was sixteen. I am FULLY CAPABLE of being insane about things.”

He was definitely trying not to laugh now. “So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is if I found them when I was twenty? Twenty-one? Before I had kids? I’d be on a plane to Korea RIGHT NOW. I’d have learned every single dance and probably broken several bones doing it. I would have been UNHINGED. More unhinged than I already am about literally everything I love.”

“And now?”

“Now I’m getting married on a beach tomorrow and I have to figure out how to be a reasonable amount of unhinged about the fact that I just watched a performance that fundamentally altered my brain chemistry.”

“A reasonable amount,” he repeated. “Like with Taylor Swift?”

I paused. “Okay, bad example. But I have KIDS now. That’s different.”

“Is it though?”

I didn’t have an answer.

Later, much later, after he’d gone to bed and the condo was quiet except for the ocean, I stayed up.

Just one more video.

Then another.

Then a guide to all the members.

Then a deep dive into their company history.

Then every single dance practice I could find.

At 2 AM, I finally closed my laptop.

Tomorrow, today, technically, I was getting married. On a beach. With the two best kids in the world watching. No big production, no stress, just us.

And somehow, in the midst of that, the day before the most important day, I’d fallen completely and irrevocably into something I hadn’t expected.

All because I put on a random demon hunter movie for naptime.

I looked at my phone one more time.

“No,” I told myself. “Sleep. Marriage. Responsibilities.”

I lasted forty-five seconds before clicking on one more dance practice.

The next day.

We got married at sunset. My daughter wore a white dress she’d picked out herself. My son carried the rings in his little three-year-old fists like they were treasure. My husband (husband!) cried when he saw me.

It was perfect.

Small and perfect and ours.

And when we got back to the condo after dinner, after the kids crashed HARD from all the excitement and emotion, my new husband sat down next to me with his phone.

“So,” he said. “I may have watched some videos while you were getting ready this morning.”

“You WHAT?”

“The one with the traditional Korean outfits.”

“‘The Real’ Heung version?”

“That’s the one. And that other one you kept pausing last night.”

“Which one?”

“The one called ‘Inception.’ That one’s actually really good.”

I stared at him. “You watched ATEEZ videos on our wedding day?”

“You were watching them at 2 AM the night before our wedding day, so I figured it was important.”

And that’s when I knew I’d married the right person.

Two weeks later, back home.

Laundry. Grocery lists. School schedules. Back to real life.

Except now my Spotify is completely different. My carefully curated Taylor Swift playlists now have “ATEEZ” folders right next to them.

My YouTube algorithm is unrecognizable.

And my kids know all the words to “Wonderland” phonetically, which means they’re essentially just yelling sounds, but they’re yelling them with CONVICTION.

“You’re still into this,” my husband observes, not judging, just noticing.

“Yeah.”

“Like, REALLY into it.”

“…Yeah.”

“Like Taylor Swift into it?”

I pause mid-fold of a tiny shirt. “Getting there.”

“Is this forever?”

I think about twenty-one-year-old me. The version who would have been absolutely feral. Who would have made this her entire life. Who would have been unmanageable.

But then again, twenty-one-year-old me made Taylor Swift her entire life and she turned out fine.

And then I think about thirty-four-year-old me, who discovered ATEEZ the day before her beach wedding, who watched a demon hunter movie during naptime, who fell into something completely unexpected at the exact wrong (or maybe right) moment.

“Probably,” I tell him. “But like, the same amount of forever as Taylor Swift.”

“So very forever.”

“Very forever.”

My daughter runs into the room, singing “WAVE” at the top of her lungs, pronunciation absolutely butchered but energy absolutely perfect.

“That,” I say. “That level of forever.”

He kisses my forehead. “At least you’re consistent.”

Three weeks later.

I finally texted Kayla. My best friend. The one who’s been subjected to my Taylor Swift obsession for years.

So I may have discovered ATEEZ

Her response was immediate: OH NO

The day before my wedding

OH NO NO NO

I’ve watched every music video seventeen times

My daughter is going to be SO smug about this

Wait why

She’s been trying to get me into them for months. She’s an ATINY. I can’t believe you found them without her help

…should I be concerned

She says you can bias anyone you want

What does that mean

Except Mingi. You can’t bias Mingi.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

He’s hers. Those are the rules. You can have any of the other seven.

And that’s how I learned about bias rules. About claiming members. About the very serious business of K-pop fandom etiquette.

“So,” I told my husband that night, “apparently I now have seven boyfriends.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, eight technically. But only seven are my boyfriends. The eighth one is off-limits.”

“I’m concerned about where this is going.”

“It’s a joke. It’s a thing ATINY do. 8 makes 1 team, but 7 of them are my boyfriends and one is just… a really cool guy I admire from afar?”

He stared at me. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“I’m a Swiftie who discovered K-pop the day before her wedding. I never had my mind to begin with.”

“Fair point.”

Present day.

My kids think it’s hilarious that Mommy has “two music obsessions.” They’ve learned to recognize both Taylor Swift AND ATEEZ songs within the first three seconds.

My Spotify Wrapped is going to be utterly chaotic this year.

And honestly? The timing was absurd.

But I wouldn’t change it.

Twenty-one-year-old me would have been on a plane to Korea.

Thirty-four-year-old me just pulls up the concert footage during laundry, makes “8 makes 1 team but 7 are my boyfriends” jokes, and respects Kayla’s daughter’s claim on Mingi.

And that’s probably better for everyone.

Especially my credit score.

Though my album collection might need an intervention soon.

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ATEEZ Members Ranked by Who Would Survive a Zombie Apocalypse

a completely scientific and objective analysis

listen i have THOUGHTS about this and yes there’s a clear winner but we’re going through all of them because this matters

8. Mingi

I love this man with my whole heart but he would absolutely NOT make it and here’s why.

Mingi is scared of EVERYTHING. Bugs? Terrified. Loud noises? Jumps three feet in the air. The dark? Absolutely not. Now imagine him in a zombie apocalypse where everything is scary ALL THE TIME. He would have a panic attack within the first hour. The man would see one zombie and freeze completely, unable to move. Yes he’s tall and yes he’s fast, but fear would paralyze him. He’d be the one hiding under a table saying “I can’t do this I can’t do this I can’t do this” while everyone else is trying to fight. His anxiety would be at maximum level 24/7 and he’d probably pass out from the stress. Also he’d 100% scream at the worst possible moment and alert every zombie in the area to their location.

How long he’d last: 2 days maximum, and that’s only if someone literally carries him.

Cause of death: Saw a zombie, screamed, fainted, never woke up. OR got so scared he just gave up. We’re heartbroken but we understand, the apocalypse is NOT for the scaredy cats.

7. Wooyoung

I love him. You love him. He would NOT make it.

Here’s the thing about Wooyoung: he would 100% try to befriend a zombie. Like genuinely would look at a rotting corpse stumbling toward him and go “maybe they’re just misunderstood!!” The man is too loud. The zombies would find him IMMEDIATELY. He’d get distracted trying to make sure everyone else is okay instead of, you know, running. The boy cannot be quiet for more than 30 seconds and would probably start a cooking show in the apocalypse and attract every zombie in a 5-mile radius with the smell of whatever amazing food he’s making.

How long he’d last: 3 days, maybe a week if someone babysits him constantly.

Cause of death: Tried to feed a zombie thinking it would make them friends. We’re all devastated but not surprised.

6. San

This ranking PAINS me because San is incredible but hear me out.

San is TOO heroic. He would sacrifice himself for literally anyone, including strangers. Full “you guys go ahead, I’ll hold them off” energy. Like yes, the muscles would help in a fight, but the hero complex would absolutely get him killed. He would 100% go back for someone’s teddy bear. Cannot leave anyone behind even if it means certain death. Also too emotional and would have a complete breakdown seeing abandoned pets and then probably try to rescue all of them, which, while noble, is not a great survival strategy when you’re being chased by the undead.

How long he’d last: 2 weeks of being the group’s protector before an absolutely heroic sacrifice that makes us all sob.

Cause of death: Saved everyone else and stayed behind. We’re all crying. There are no dry eyes. He died a hero and we’ll never be okay.

5. Yunho

The golden retriever energy is strong but unfortunately not apocalypse-proof.

Yunho is too optimistic. He’d genuinely be like “I’m sure the zombies will leave us alone if we’re nice!” He would try to keep morale up by starting dance parties, which, while sweet, creates a NOISE PROBLEM. The height makes him an easy target to spot from a distance. He’s too trusting and would definitely let a bitten person into the safe house because “they said they’re fine!!” Narrator: they were not fine. He would probably name all the zombies he sees and then feel bad about fighting them. “That one’s Gerald, he used to be an accountant probably, I can’t just—” and then Gerald bites him.

How long he’d last: 3 weeks because his positive energy genuinely keeps the group together and prevents despair-related deaths, until his optimism becomes his downfall.

Cause of death: Trusted the wrong person OR zombies heard his characteristically loud, joyful laugh from three blocks away.

4. Jongho

You’d THINK the muscles mean automatic survival but let me explain.

Jongho could absolutely fight zombies hand-to-hand. The strength would be incredibly useful for barricading doors and moving heavy objects. BUT he would refuse to leave his hyungs behind under ANY circumstances, which is loyal but potentially fatal. Might waste valuable energy breaking apples just to prove he still can even during the apocalypse. His stubbornness could be both an asset and a massive liability. He’d be the type to say “I don’t need to run, I’ll just fight them” which works great until you’re facing 50 zombies instead of 5. The maknae strength is real but it’s not infinite.

How long he’d last: 1-2 months of being an absolute tank until the stubbornness catches up with him.

Cause of death: Refused to retreat when the group needed to run, stood his ground, fought valiantly and took down an impressive number of zombies but was ultimately overwhelmed. Went down swinging. We’re devastated.

3. Yeosang

The dark horse of this ranking and honestly he’d do better than you’d expect.

Yeosang is QUIET. Stealth king. Zombies wouldn’t even know he’s there half the time. He’s incredibly observant and would notice danger before anyone else does. Smart enough to avoid unnecessary risks and wouldn’t do something stupid for the adrenaline rush. The birthmark makes him memorable to humans but he’d survive anyway through sheer competence. He’s not overly emotional so he can make logical decisions when needed. Would absolutely be the one to find the best hiding spots that no one else thought of. The only issue is he might make a calculated sacrifice for the team when it really counts because he cares about them that much.

How long he’d last: 3-4 months, which is a genuinely solid run.

Cause of death: Either a calculated sacrifice to save the others OR finally ran out of luck after an impressive survival streak.

2. Hongjoong

CAPTAIN. LEADER. Almost has what it takes but not quite.

Hongjoong has a STRATEGIC MIND and would plan everything down to the smallest detail. He’s a natural leader and people would follow him without question. Being small makes him a harder target and he can hide in places others can’t. Incredibly resourceful and would absolutely MacGyver solutions out of random supplies. Decisive under pressure and doesn’t freeze up. Already doesn’t sleep anyway so taking night watch shifts is easy for him. Would organize supply runs, establish a base, create schedules and routines to keep everyone sane. The problem: he would make the heroic leader sacrifice when the group needed it most. Also might get so focused on planning and strategizing that he misses immediate danger happening right in front of him.

How long he’d last: 1-2 years of successfully leading a survivor group and keeping people alive.

Cause of death: Heroic leader sacrifice where he stays behind so everyone else can escape OR, and hear me out, accidentally poisoned himself trying to mix hair dye in the apocalypse because he’s STILL trying to maintain the look. Both are equally possible.

1. SEONGHWA

THE WINNER. THE CHAMPION. THE SOLE SURVIVOR.

Let me tell you exactly why Park Seonghwa would not just survive but absolutely THRIVE in a zombie apocalypse.

First of all, the cleanliness factor. Zombies are DIRTY and GROSS and covered in fluids you don’t want to think about. Seonghwa’s germaphobe tendencies mean he’s already maintaining maximum distance from anything unsanitary. His entire “don’t touch me with your dirty hands” energy is literally a survival strategy. He would have hand sanitizer stockpiled before the apocalypse even started, probably just as part of his normal routine. His obsessive cleaning means any safe house he’s in is STERILE, which prevents infection from spreading among survivors. He would genuinely rather die than let a zombie’s disgusting rotting hands touch him, and somehow this mindset is exactly what keeps him alive.

The organization is next level. Everything would be labeled, categorized, and inventory managed. He knows EXACTLY what supplies the group has at all times. He’s a meal prep KING so he would ration perfectly and make sure no food goes to waste. There would be a cleaning schedule even during the apocalypse. He’d be like “we WILL maintain standards even if the world is ending” and everyone would listen because he’s right. You can’t give up on civilization just because there are zombies.

His practical skills are actually insane when you think about it. He can COOK, which is essential for survival and morale. He’s detail-oriented so he notices when something’s wrong or out of place. He’s cautious by nature and wouldn’t take stupid risks. His maternal instincts mean he’s actively working to keep everyone alive and healthy. The man would pack the PERFECT bug-out bag with everything you actually need and nothing you don’t.

The mindset is what really sets him apart though. He’s calm under pressure, which we’ve seen in every single ATEEZ chaos moment. Doesn’t panic easily and thinks things through before acting. He’s adaptable but maintains routines, which is psychologically important for staying sane. His whole vibe is “if I’m going to survive an apocalypse, I’m doing it with DIGNITY” and honestly that’s the key.

Physical advantages: those arms could absolutely wield a weapon effectively. Dancer flexibility means parkour potential for escaping across rooftops. Stamina for days from all the performing. He’s surprisingly strong, like have you SEEN him? The pretty face is deceiving but the man has muscles.

Personality-wise, he’s caring enough to help others but logical enough to make hard choices when necessary. He would establish a safe, functional community. He’s a natural caretaker so people would actively want him in their survivor group. He’s scary when angry and I genuinely think zombies would sense this energy and think twice. The LEGO sets mean he has engineering skills for building traps and barricades and fortifications.

Here’s the wildcard: he would 100% maintain a skincare routine during the apocalypse. Like “the world may be ending but my skin doesn’t have to” energy. This sounds ridiculous but think about what it means. If he has the discipline to do a 10-step skincare routine while running from zombies, he has the discipline to survive literally anything. The man’s commitment to self-care in the face of the apocalypse is both absurd and exactly why he’d outlast everyone.

How long he’d last: OUTLIVES THE ENTIRE APOCALYPSE.

Cause of death: DOESN’T DIE. Instead, he rebuilds civilization. Becomes the leader of the new world. Establishes strict hygiene protocols for all survivors. Creates a new society based on cleanliness, organization, and having proper meals three times a day. The zombies eventually give up because they literally cannot handle his judgmental “you’re disgusting” stare. He wins by sheer force of will and superior hygiene standards.

FINAL ANALYSIS

Seonghwa would not only SURVIVE, he would THRIVE in ways that would make the rest of us look pathetic.

While everyone else is slowly losing their humanity and descending into survival mode chaos, Seonghwa is maintaining a cleaning schedule, doing his skincare routine, cooking proper nutritious meals, keeping detailed inventory lists, judging the zombies for their lack of hygiene, building LEGO sets for stress relief, organizing supply closets by category and expiration date, and looking absolutely flawless while doing all of it.

The apocalypse wouldn’t break him. The apocalypse would fear HIM.

Park Seonghwa: 1, Zombie Apocalypse: 0.

The rest of ATEEZ would probably die protecting each other in beautiful, tragic, heroic ways that would make us all cry for weeks, but Seonghwa would be standing there at the end, hand sanitizer in one hand, perfectly organized supply list in the other, skin glowing, hair perfect, and genuinely wondering why everyone else struggled so much with something so straightforward.

“I just stayed clean and didn’t do anything stupid,” he’d say, as if it’s that simple. And for him, it was.

tl;dr

Seonghwa’s germaphobe tendencies, organizational skills, practical abilities, and absolute refusal to let standards slip even during the literal end of the world make him the ultimate survivor. The man would out-organize the apocalypse itself. Also he’s too pretty to die and the universe wouldn’t allow it. These are just facts.

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Thank you @callalilycas and everyone who got me to 10 reblogs!

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ATEEZ Members Ranked by Who Would Survive a Zombie Apocalypse

a completely scientific and objective analysis

listen i have THOUGHTS about this and yes there’s a clear winner but we’re going through all of them because this matters

8. Mingi

I love this man with my whole heart but he would absolutely NOT make it and here’s why.

Mingi is scared of EVERYTHING. Bugs? Terrified. Loud noises? Jumps three feet in the air. The dark? Absolutely not. Now imagine him in a zombie apocalypse where everything is scary ALL THE TIME. He would have a panic attack within the first hour. The man would see one zombie and freeze completely, unable to move. Yes he’s tall and yes he’s fast, but fear would paralyze him. He’d be the one hiding under a table saying “I can’t do this I can’t do this I can’t do this” while everyone else is trying to fight. His anxiety would be at maximum level 24/7 and he’d probably pass out from the stress. Also he’d 100% scream at the worst possible moment and alert every zombie in the area to their location.

How long he’d last: 2 days maximum, and that’s only if someone literally carries him.

Cause of death: Saw a zombie, screamed, fainted, never woke up. OR got so scared he just gave up. We’re heartbroken but we understand, the apocalypse is NOT for the scaredy cats.

7. Wooyoung

I love him. You love him. He would NOT make it.

Here’s the thing about Wooyoung: he would 100% try to befriend a zombie. Like genuinely would look at a rotting corpse stumbling toward him and go “maybe they’re just misunderstood!!” The man is too loud. The zombies would find him IMMEDIATELY. He’d get distracted trying to make sure everyone else is okay instead of, you know, running. The boy cannot be quiet for more than 30 seconds and would probably start a cooking show in the apocalypse and attract every zombie in a 5-mile radius with the smell of whatever amazing food he’s making.

How long he’d last: 3 days, maybe a week if someone babysits him constantly.

Cause of death: Tried to feed a zombie thinking it would make them friends. We’re all devastated but not surprised.

6. San

This ranking PAINS me because San is incredible but hear me out.

San is TOO heroic. He would sacrifice himself for literally anyone, including strangers. Full “you guys go ahead, I’ll hold them off” energy. Like yes, the muscles would help in a fight, but the hero complex would absolutely get him killed. He would 100% go back for someone’s teddy bear. Cannot leave anyone behind even if it means certain death. Also too emotional and would have a complete breakdown seeing abandoned pets and then probably try to rescue all of them, which, while noble, is not a great survival strategy when you’re being chased by the undead.

How long he’d last: 2 weeks of being the group’s protector before an absolutely heroic sacrifice that makes us all sob.

Cause of death: Saved everyone else and stayed behind. We’re all crying. There are no dry eyes. He died a hero and we’ll never be okay.

5. Yunho

The golden retriever energy is strong but unfortunately not apocalypse-proof.

Yunho is too optimistic. He’d genuinely be like “I’m sure the zombies will leave us alone if we’re nice!” He would try to keep morale up by starting dance parties, which, while sweet, creates a NOISE PROBLEM. The height makes him an easy target to spot from a distance. He’s too trusting and would definitely let a bitten person into the safe house because “they said they’re fine!!” Narrator: they were not fine. He would probably name all the zombies he sees and then feel bad about fighting them. “That one’s Gerald, he used to be an accountant probably, I can’t just—” and then Gerald bites him.

How long he’d last: 3 weeks because his positive energy genuinely keeps the group together and prevents despair-related deaths, until his optimism becomes his downfall.

Cause of death: Trusted the wrong person OR zombies heard his characteristically loud, joyful laugh from three blocks away.

4. Jongho

You’d THINK the muscles mean automatic survival but let me explain.

Jongho could absolutely fight zombies hand-to-hand. The strength would be incredibly useful for barricading doors and moving heavy objects. BUT he would refuse to leave his hyungs behind under ANY circumstances, which is loyal but potentially fatal. Might waste valuable energy breaking apples just to prove he still can even during the apocalypse. His stubbornness could be both an asset and a massive liability. He’d be the type to say “I don’t need to run, I’ll just fight them” which works great until you’re facing 50 zombies instead of 5. The maknae strength is real but it’s not infinite.

How long he’d last: 1-2 months of being an absolute tank until the stubbornness catches up with him.

Cause of death: Refused to retreat when the group needed to run, stood his ground, fought valiantly and took down an impressive number of zombies but was ultimately overwhelmed. Went down swinging. We’re devastated.

3. Yeosang

The dark horse of this ranking and honestly he’d do better than you’d expect.

Yeosang is QUIET. Stealth king. Zombies wouldn’t even know he’s there half the time. He’s incredibly observant and would notice danger before anyone else does. Smart enough to avoid unnecessary risks and wouldn’t do something stupid for the adrenaline rush. The birthmark makes him memorable to humans but he’d survive anyway through sheer competence. He’s not overly emotional so he can make logical decisions when needed. Would absolutely be the one to find the best hiding spots that no one else thought of. The only issue is he might make a calculated sacrifice for the team when it really counts because he cares about them that much.

How long he’d last: 3-4 months, which is a genuinely solid run.

Cause of death: Either a calculated sacrifice to save the others OR finally ran out of luck after an impressive survival streak.

2. Hongjoong

CAPTAIN. LEADER. Almost has what it takes but not quite.

Hongjoong has a STRATEGIC MIND and would plan everything down to the smallest detail. He’s a natural leader and people would follow him without question. Being small makes him a harder target and he can hide in places others can’t. Incredibly resourceful and would absolutely MacGyver solutions out of random supplies. Decisive under pressure and doesn’t freeze up. Already doesn’t sleep anyway so taking night watch shifts is easy for him. Would organize supply runs, establish a base, create schedules and routines to keep everyone sane. The problem: he would make the heroic leader sacrifice when the group needed it most. Also might get so focused on planning and strategizing that he misses immediate danger happening right in front of him.

How long he’d last: 1-2 years of successfully leading a survivor group and keeping people alive.

Cause of death: Heroic leader sacrifice where he stays behind so everyone else can escape OR, and hear me out, accidentally poisoned himself trying to mix hair dye in the apocalypse because he’s STILL trying to maintain the look. Both are equally possible.

1. SEONGHWA

THE WINNER. THE CHAMPION. THE SOLE SURVIVOR.

Let me tell you exactly why Park Seonghwa would not just survive but absolutely THRIVE in a zombie apocalypse.

First of all, the cleanliness factor. Zombies are DIRTY and GROSS and covered in fluids you don’t want to think about. Seonghwa’s germaphobe tendencies mean he’s already maintaining maximum distance from anything unsanitary. His entire “don’t touch me with your dirty hands” energy is literally a survival strategy. He would have hand sanitizer stockpiled before the apocalypse even started, probably just as part of his normal routine. His obsessive cleaning means any safe house he’s in is STERILE, which prevents infection from spreading among survivors. He would genuinely rather die than let a zombie’s disgusting rotting hands touch him, and somehow this mindset is exactly what keeps him alive.

The organization is next level. Everything would be labeled, categorized, and inventory managed. He knows EXACTLY what supplies the group has at all times. He’s a meal prep KING so he would ration perfectly and make sure no food goes to waste. There would be a cleaning schedule even during the apocalypse. He’d be like “we WILL maintain standards even if the world is ending” and everyone would listen because he’s right. You can’t give up on civilization just because there are zombies.

His practical skills are actually insane when you think about it. He can COOK, which is essential for survival and morale. He’s detail-oriented so he notices when something’s wrong or out of place. He’s cautious by nature and wouldn’t take stupid risks. His maternal instincts mean he’s actively working to keep everyone alive and healthy. The man would pack the PERFECT bug-out bag with everything you actually need and nothing you don’t.

The mindset is what really sets him apart though. He’s calm under pressure, which we’ve seen in every single ATEEZ chaos moment. Doesn’t panic easily and thinks things through before acting. He’s adaptable but maintains routines, which is psychologically important for staying sane. His whole vibe is “if I’m going to survive an apocalypse, I’m doing it with DIGNITY” and honestly that’s the key.

Physical advantages: those arms could absolutely wield a weapon effectively. Dancer flexibility means parkour potential for escaping across rooftops. Stamina for days from all the performing. He’s surprisingly strong, like have you SEEN him? The pretty face is deceiving but the man has muscles.

Personality-wise, he’s caring enough to help others but logical enough to make hard choices when necessary. He would establish a safe, functional community. He’s a natural caretaker so people would actively want him in their survivor group. He’s scary when angry and I genuinely think zombies would sense this energy and think twice. The LEGO sets mean he has engineering skills for building traps and barricades and fortifications.

Here’s the wildcard: he would 100% maintain a skincare routine during the apocalypse. Like “the world may be ending but my skin doesn’t have to” energy. This sounds ridiculous but think about what it means. If he has the discipline to do a 10-step skincare routine while running from zombies, he has the discipline to survive literally anything. The man’s commitment to self-care in the face of the apocalypse is both absurd and exactly why he’d outlast everyone.

How long he’d last: OUTLIVES THE ENTIRE APOCALYPSE.

Cause of death: DOESN’T DIE. Instead, he rebuilds civilization. Becomes the leader of the new world. Establishes strict hygiene protocols for all survivors. Creates a new society based on cleanliness, organization, and having proper meals three times a day. The zombies eventually give up because they literally cannot handle his judgmental “you’re disgusting” stare. He wins by sheer force of will and superior hygiene standards.

FINAL ANALYSIS

Seonghwa would not only SURVIVE, he would THRIVE in ways that would make the rest of us look pathetic.

While everyone else is slowly losing their humanity and descending into survival mode chaos, Seonghwa is maintaining a cleaning schedule, doing his skincare routine, cooking proper nutritious meals, keeping detailed inventory lists, judging the zombies for their lack of hygiene, building LEGO sets for stress relief, organizing supply closets by category and expiration date, and looking absolutely flawless while doing all of it.

The apocalypse wouldn’t break him. The apocalypse would fear HIM.

Park Seonghwa: 1, Zombie Apocalypse: 0.

The rest of ATEEZ would probably die protecting each other in beautiful, tragic, heroic ways that would make us all cry for weeks, but Seonghwa would be standing there at the end, hand sanitizer in one hand, perfectly organized supply list in the other, skin glowing, hair perfect, and genuinely wondering why everyone else struggled so much with something so straightforward.

“I just stayed clean and didn’t do anything stupid,” he’d say, as if it’s that simple. And for him, it was.

tl;dr

Seonghwa’s germaphobe tendencies, organizational skills, practical abilities, and absolute refusal to let standards slip even during the literal end of the world make him the ultimate survivor. The man would out-organize the apocalypse itself. Also he’s too pretty to die and the universe wouldn’t allow it. These are just facts.

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why ateez and taylor swift are both peak music taste, actually

okay hear me out because on the surface these two seem like they live in completely different universes but there’s actually SO much overlap in why they hit so hard

the storytelling is unmatched

both of them are absolutely obsessed with narrative. taylor’s entire discography is basically her life story + fictional universes (folklore/evermore era anyone?), while ateez has this whole cinematic lore about pirates, revolution, and finding freedom. they don’t just make songs, they make WORLDS. you’re not just listening, you’re experiencing a whole story arc.

they’re not afraid to reinvent themselves

taylor went from country to pop to indie folk to whatever genre-bending thing she’s doing now. ateez literally never makes the same album twice - you’ve got the hard-hitting performance tracks, the emotional ballads, the experimental sounds. both refuse to be put in a box and their fans love them for it.

the EMOTION of it all

whether it’s taylor destroying you with “all too well (10 minute version)” or ateez making you cry with “turbulence,” they both know how to tap into raw feelings. they’re not afraid to be vulnerable, angry, passionate, or dramatic. the emotional range is insane.

performance quality

taylor’s eras tour is literally making history with the production value and 3+ hour performances. ateez is known as one of the best performance groups in kpop - their stage presence, choreography, and live vocals are consistently top tier. both give 110% every single time.

they respect their craft

both are heavily involved in their music creation. taylor writes/co-writes everything. ateez members (especially hongjoong and mingi) are deeply involved in composition and production. you can feel the intentionality in every release.

the fandom experience

swifties and atiny both know what it’s like to have LORE, easter eggs, and theories. taylor hides clues in everything. ateez has an entire alternate universe storyline. being a fan means being a detective and honestly? that’s half the fun.

in conclusion

having ateez and taylor as your top artists just means you appreciate artists who are storytellers, performers, and genuine creators who aren’t afraid to take risks. it’s about the artistry, the emotion, and the experience.

and honestly? taste.

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its written on my skin - p.sh

MDNI SMUT UNDER CUT!

tw: themes of stalking, non-con, dub-con, demon!hwa x human!reader, p in v, unprotected, bulge kink, wrecking kink if you squint, piss kink, knife kink, seonghwa is filthy, dumbification slightly, master kink, afab!reader, sadistic!hwa, hwa IS A MUNCH, a breeding kink if you squint

he notices you first.

8 blocks till home.

in the dead of night, you, walking around.

do you not know its not safe?

he begins to follow you, for safety. he thinks. its for the better.

his black hoodie, black sweatpants, and black beanie creating his disguise

you feel his presence before you can see it.

its a presence you can’t shake off. a dark aura surrounding it.

anytime you turn around, he moves into the shadows, you know he’s there you just can’t physically see him.

“whatever..” you mutter while walking slightly faster.

your apartment is still a few blocks away. fear makes you check behind you.

6 blocks. 

hes feeding off of your fear, and god is it making him hungry.

the black veins in his back flex and move like a tree branch in the autumn wind.

he has to mask his whimper as your smells produces more fear.

4 blocks.

you start a slight jog home, it’s almost midnight now.

he’s starting to get restless. he needs your blood, and he needs it now.

you grip your keys, holding the sharp end out incase he attacks. you’re prepared.

he’s matching your pace. matching your every move.

stalking you like prey.

you cant shake it off, you know he’s watching.

your apartment is a few blocks ahead, you got this. you can get inside and sleep.

you try to drift your mind off, space out. anything. you’re starting to shake now.

2 blocks.

you start to calm down, your scent getting gradually fainter.

no. no. no. FUCK. he thinks 

he can’t get rid of your sweet smell. its intoxicating. like a drug he needs to pump through his veins.

1 block.

you”ve completely calmed down and get ready to open your apartment door where you to relax and-

a hand grabs you.

before you can scream, a hand covers your mouth.

“ shhh….stay quiet.” he says, somehow his voice sounds like two voices mixed together.

you thrash against him. what the hell?

he pulls you away into the hall then drags you to a car parked outside.

he shoves you into the passenger door and grabs a gag from the passenger door and ties it around your mouth.

“you’re pretty when you cry.” he says, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

you shake and tremble against his touch ss he ties your wrists.

he closes the passenger door and walks to the drivers side.

he buckles you in,

“you’re set in for a fun night, doll.”

he starts driving into the outskirts of town, his gaze is focused on the road but every so often he glances at you curled up in a ball, tied up.

when you arrive at his house, which for some reason is HUGE for one person, he holds you bridal style inside.

“im going to have so much fun with you.” he says as he closes the door behind him and jogs up into his room, practically throwing you onto the bed.

he takes the gag off and u ties your wrists just to tir them to the headboard.

the scent of your blood is now sweeter, most likely from arousal, and he’s getting hungrier and needy.

he licks yours cheeks and kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth as you squirm and try to move away.

“my mate.” he mutters.

he sloppily kisses your neck and rips off your shirt with his teeth. he bites at your neck and unclasps your bra and toys your nipples with his fingers, rolling them in between.

“lift your hips for me, darling.” he says, reaching for the waistband of your skirt.

obviously you refuse.

“brat. i said. lift your fucking hips.” he says with clenched teeth.

you listen with a sense of fear but also excitement. 

he takes off your skirt and youre left in only ur underwear which, thank god, are your pink polka dotted underwear with a little bow.

“how cute. and look you’ve already soaked through them.” he says, his fingers touching the wet spot you didnt know you had.

 he fingers brush over your clothed sensitive bud, moving up and down with his long fingers. before he guides your underwear down and pockets them while caressing your thigh. 

he turns back to you with a smirk before kissing up your thighs and continuing to massage your thighs. he kisses above your pelvis and massages your hips. he slowly leaves open mouthed kisses lower until he reaches your heat. he licks a thick stripe up your clit then kisses your puffy lips. causing you to squirm, which makes the veins on his back move around. he slowly starts to eat you, savoring your sweet but salty taste.

he slowly moves down, fingering you with his tongue while his nose presses against your clit. pushing you closer.

“p-pl-ease too….too much!” you push out as you feel your release coming.

to shush you, he shoves two fingers inside and scissors them. your back arches as you finish on his fingers but he’s not done, he keeps moving his fingers and using his tongue. he’s cat-licking when you feel a familiar feeling in your lower stomach.

“ngh….pee! i have-“ you try to spit out.

“mm does baby have to go?” he coos.

“please….i need to go..” you beg him.

“mmm you can do it…right here..” he says while pretending to think as he works faster.

“n-no need…now..” you say as you squirm around

fuck im close you think

he continues his work with his finger when suddenly you reach edge, hitting a high you’ve never felt.

but then you realize.

the bed’s fucking wet.

“awe….did my slut piss herself hm?” he coos drinking from the small puddle that didnt absord.

“ah…no…no!” you spurt out.

you notice him pull away and feel a mixture of sadness but relief.

he begins to shimmy off his sweatpants and hoodie, revealing his toned abs.

you squirm slightly hoping he didnt notice.

he did.

“awe, princess likes how daddy looks?” he asks grabbing your hand and rubbing it over his toned abdomen.

you nod shyly.

“hm you wanna take these off?” he toys with his boxer band.

oh fuck.

“yes, daddy.” you whine.

he slowly pulls down his boxers, teasing you.

his back veins are starting to cover his shoulder, but you don’t notice.

his hard member is bigger than you expected with a small curve.

holy.

shit.

your eyes must’ve shown your reaction because he responds.

“hmm scared? you can take it, be a good girl.” he says, coaxing your legs open.

“n-not ready..” you say trying to move away, the restraints on your wrists making it difficult.

“shut up and take it.” he demands, ramming into your gummy walls.

you let out a long moan as he continues his pace when you feel something sharp on your thigh.

a knife.

“need to mark you, mate.” he says, slowly carving his name then picks some blood up on his finger and licks it, letting out a guttural moan.

the veins move and he pounds harder, holding your hips down.

“hmm look, your belly’s bulging, am i that big or are you that small?” he says while pushing down on your stomach.

“fuck…im close..hold tight, baby.” he says while he works a super human speed, the vains starting to take over his shoulder and back. you finally see the weird black lines on him.

“what…what are those..veins..” you say breathlessly.

fuck. he thinks

“shh….” he shushes you while he chases his release.

he finishes inside of you and rubs your hips.

“mmm my mate…our demon babies will be so cute..” he says.

“o-our what?” you ask, trembling slightly from the aftermath 

“our babies…hmm the veins are keeping me from my form, love.” he coaxes you to calm down before laying next to you.

“you’ll be an amazing mom…” he says before you drift off