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synopsis ; just when you thought being left with all the work for a project you get sick, but when wooyoung finds you in such a state he's quick to remind you that your health comes first and foremost.
pairing(s) ; bf!wooyoung x f!reader
โ โโ wc. ; 1.8k
โ โโ genre ; fluff w/ comfort
โ โโ tw. ; some kissing, skinship, cussing, petnames (babe, princess, love...), pretty sure that's it!
โ โโ notes ; I don't normally post fics this late into the night but oh well, this is pretty self indulgent but good god did I need it haha
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It was well after midnight, and you were still perched at your desk, working tirelessly on a project for school. Seeing as all of your partners left you to do everything on your own at the last second so you were busting your ass to try and get it done before the end of the weekend.
"Dammit." You groaned, sniffling because your nose was starting to run once more. Dropping the pen in your hand, you reach over and grab the box of tissues that was sitting behind your laptop.
As if being left with all of the group work wasn't bad enough, you had gotten sick. Waking up with a high fever and a runny nose, plus your throat being so sore you could barely speak.
After blowing your nose, you throw the tissue into the bin next to your desk, then grab the hand sanitizer. Rubbing the alcohol gel all over your hands, sniffing again due to the intense smell.
Then you sat in silence, staring blankly at the laptop screen, trying to will yourself to finish it so you could sleep. You run your fingers through your hair before slouching forward to continue your work, peeking at your notes every so often.
A scream erupted from your lungs when two hands came down on your shoulder, your body twisting around to defend yourself from your attacker. Coughs racking your lungs as you looked up, seeing none other than your boyfriend standing there, a smirk adorning his features.
"Holy shit, Wooyoung, you can't justโ" You were cut off by a string of coughs, your body hunching away from Wooyoung.
Worry immediately courses through Wooyoung's mind, hands moving to pat your back softly. His eyes moved around to look at your desk, taking in the papers and pens that were thrown haphazardly around, your laptop turned on with the project presentation still up, and then the tissues that were either in the bin or sitting on your desk in a small pile. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were sick, but his eyebrows scrunched together as he read some of the notes in your notebook. Hadn't that been your partner's section?
Once the coughing fit was over, you took a deep inhale, blinking away the tears that had started to brim on your waterline. Looking up, you met Wooyoung's gaze, guilt hitting you like a brick when you saw the mixture of annoyance, worry, and disappointment swirling in his eyes.
"Wooโ"
"Why are you doing your partner's part?" His tone came out much rougher than he had intended, causing you to flinch slightly. You swallowed thickly, trying to find the words to say because you knew he would lecture you about taking on so much work. However, your lack of response was more than enough of an answer for the fox-eyed male.
Reaching over, he shut your laptop, causing you to panic slightly, your hands reaching out to grab it.
"Hey! I still need to finish that." You exclaimed, opening up the screen, but Wooyoung just shut it once more.
"I come over to check on you because you haven't answered your phone all day," He starts, grabbing the device and holding it out of your reach, "just to find you overworking yourself on a group project, but let me guess, they dropped their parts on you at the last second? Not to mention you're sick y/n." Wooyoung rambled on, walking over to your dresser to set the laptop down.
"Wooyoung, I am fine." You start to say as you stand, however, due to your fatigue and having sat down for so long, your legs felt like jelly, causing you to stumble. Your vision went fuzzy as you fell into Wooyoung's arms, hand covering your eyes because the lights seemed to have grown ten times brighter.
"Yes, because I would consider this fine." Wooyoung rolled his eyes before leaning down, picking up your frail body. A soft gasp fell from your lips, arms wrapping around his neck to keep yourself steady, even if you knew he wouldn't let you go anywhere.
"Babe, put me down. I need to finish the project." You whined, voice coming out hoarse as you tried to get out of his hold.
"No, you've done enough for today." His voice was stern as he looked down at you, watching as you groaned before sneezing. Even if he was upset with you, he couldn't help but find the small squeak you just let out to be the cutest thing.
Without you struggling anymore, he made his way to the bathroom, pushing the door open with his foot and flicking the light on. Walking into the cool room, he sat you down on the edge of the tub.
You watched him with tired eyes, the exhaustion finally setting in after being pulled away from your work. The sound of running water filled the room seconds later.
"Have you eaten anything?" Wooyoung dried his hand off on his sweats after making sure that the temperature was just right, his eyes finding your dazed form.
Blinking a few times, you move to meet his eyes, and before you could even answer him, the sound of a deep grumble filled the room. Heat crept up your neck, painting your cheeks red, but also making you slightly lightheaded. Wooyoung couldn't help but chuckle, standing to his feet and stepping in front of you.
"Get in the bath, and I'll fix you something to eat." He whispered softly, bending down slightly to press his lips to your forehead as you looked up at him. You hummed in contentment, his lips lingering for a few moments before he pulled away. "Or do you need my help getting undressed too?" He teased, causing you to pout, hitting his chest with the back of your hand and grumbling.
Once he was out of the room, you carefully stripped out of your clothes and threw them into the hamper. Turning the tap off, you slipped into the warm water, allowing it to relax your muscles and clear your mind.
โ
Not even ten minutes later, Wooyoung was walking back into the room, eyes falling on your still form. Shaking his head softly, he couldnโt help but smile, knowing that you would have dozed off.
Walking over to the tub, he grabs the stool that was sitting next to the counter, placing it next to the tub. Sitting down, he carefully grabbed your hair, pulling the elastic out, resulting in you grumbling.
โYou canโt fall asleep in the tub, goof.โ He rested his hands on your shoulders after running his fingers through your hair to flatten it a bit.
โโM so sleepyโฆโ You mumbled, pushing more into his hands, his skin warm against yours.
โWell, if you were resting instead of slaving away all day, you probably wouldnโt be so tired.โ He teased, causing your bottom lip to jut out into a pout, doe-eyes glancing back at him.
โI needed to get it done,โ You huffed, but soon relaxed as Wooyoung started pressing his thumbs into the knots in your shoulders, coaxing them to untangle. A soft sigh falls from your lips as your head lies back, Wooyoungโs fingers still working out all of the tension in your neck and shoulders.
โWhy havenโt you said anything to your professor?โ He asked, pulling you out of your trance-like state.
Opening your eyes, you looked up at him, โItโs pointless, the project is due on Wednesday, so heโd just tell me to figure it out.โ
Wooyoung felt annoyance bubble in his gut once more. It was completely unfair to you to do all of the work, especially when your partners decided to duck out. Shaking his head, he just pulled his hands away from your shoulders, listening to the small whine of protest that fell from your lips.
โWell, how about this?โ He stood from his seat and walked over to the towel rack. โYou call it a night and relax all day tomorrow, and Iโll help you with the project on Sunday.โ
You reach forward to unplug the tub drain before glancing at him, โWooyoung, I need to getโโ
โNo ifs, ands, or buts.โ He walked back to you, helping you stand to your feet before letting you wrap the cotton towel around your body, โPrincess, you are sick, you need rest. I promise you that the project will be there later,โ He cupped your face, bringing your attention to him and resting his forehead against yours, โOkay?โ
Letting out a defeated sigh, you nod, โOkay.โ
He smiles sweetly, peppering kisses all over your face before leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. You whined, pushing against his chest, telling him that he was going to get sick, but he reassured you that it was fine before pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips.
Both of you then made your way back into your bedroom, and Wooyoung pulled out an oversized shirt, a pair of sleep shorts, and undergarments. He helped you pull the clothes on your body, worried that you might fall over and hurt yourself if he left you to your own devices.
โWanna watch a movie?โ He asked as you got settled in the bed, the bowl of soup Wooyoung made for you sitting in your lap. Taking a bite, you nod your head at him, eyes flickering from him to the television that was sitting on your dresser.
After you finished your soup, the two of you got comfortable on the bed. Wooyoung pulled you into his chest as he picked a random cartoon to play. He then glances down at you, seeing that you were already dozing off once more.
Smiling softly, he kissed the top of your head and made sure the covers were pulled up enough. The soft sound of the cartoon characters talking lulls you to sleep, as well as the sound of Wooyoungโs heartbeat.
โI wish you would take better care of yourself, love.โ He whispered, not taking his eyes off your face, not expecting your eyes to open, surprising him a bit.
โIโm sorry,โ Your voice trailed on as you averted your eyes, guilt eating at your mind once more. However, Wooyoung was quick to clock it, taking your chin in his hand and pulling your gaze back to him.
โYou work so hard, but you have to remember to take time for yourself too.โ He spoke softly, thumb caressing your warm cheek, โplus itโs okay to lean on others in times of need. I want you to know that you can lean on me.โ He added on, causing you to bite your lip and nod.
โI will, Iโm sorry.โ You mumbled, a small pout forming on your lips, causing him to laugh lightly.
โItโs okay, but now go to sleep.โ He placed his palm over your face, causing you to gasp and smack his hand away with a playful glare, which only made him laugh, the sound like music to your ears.
Shaking your head, you snuggle into his body, lying your head on his chest before drifting off to sleep, already feeling a bit better than you had an hour before.
I've been thinking about cnc with brat Wooyoung..... thoughts?
โฏa/n: i just fainted, hit my head, fell down eight flights of stairs, died, and CAME BACK TO LIFE TO WRITE THIS OMGBEJFOWW i rarely write dom reader cause im rarely feeling dominant myself but GAWWAD THIS WOKE UP SOMETHING INSIDE OF MEE
Ruin Me
โฅJung Wooyoung x fem reader
โ๏ธqueued for: wed 4th
(>แดโข)genre: smut
โฏcnc disclaimer: CONSENT IS SEXY. all parties are and always will be consenting in my stories. cnc is a way to explore power dynamics and it's attractive to many people, it does not "promote s/a", the first c is CONSENSUAL. you should only ever do it with someone who you trust. be safe and stay freaky !!
เฒ _เฒ warning/content: established relationship, brat wooyoung / mean reader / switch dynamics, the cnc goes both ways and you will see what i mean, unprotected ( booo ๐ ), use of a cock ring, crying from being edged + hair pulling + slapping + hard degrading + spitting (all wy receiving), biting + choking (reader receiving), sloppy kissing, matching each others freak on a celestial level, fuck-fighting / rough housing, pinning each other down, saying i love you during dirty nasty sex, name calling including: calling woo a brat, toy / dildo, bastard, slut, fuck meat / reader gets called tease, fucker, fuck hole. pet names including: baby ( going both ways ) / baby boy, angel / pretty girl
He means spit in his face, smother him in your cunt, make him choke on a strap-on, wrestle with him until his roommates have to put on the noise canceling headphones they keep within an arms reach, treat him like the brat he is โ ruin him.
"Stop squirming." Slap.
"Fuck!" His hips buck into you from below, his cock twitching inside of you from the sting. "Get off of me and I w- I wouldn't have to!"
You shove his shoulders right back into the mattress when he tries to sit up, pinning him as best you can with your feet over his thighs while you start rolling your hips again. "Just be a good toy and let me use your cock~"
"Shit-" He gasps, head tilting back into your grip on the ends of his hair, "oh~ You little fucker!" He squeezes his eyes shut, tears welling up from the burning ball of pleasure inside of him that has nowhere to go. Not with the cock ring you slipped on him while he was 'asleep' on, anyways. It just stays there. Right in his pelvis and spreading to his stomach as it burns him up from the inside out; making him sweat.
"Shut up," you slap your palm over his mouth, "stupid brat." Your eyebrows push together, breaths heavy against your own fingers as you press your forehead to his. "You can't help that damn mouth of yours, can you, baby? Never shut the fuck up..."
Your voice trails off in a moan as you continue your harsh grinding; driving his cock right into your g-spot. "Good for nothing piece of fuck meat." His eyes roll back into his head, loud moan muffled by your hand as he scrambles for something to hold onto.
His fingers twist up in the fabric of your large sleep shirt. You had stripped him completely, leaving him bare and vulnerable while you still had almost all your clothes on. You only lost your pajama bottoms, your panties pulled to the side.
"Open your mouth," you groan as you still on top of him, prying it open for yourself and shoving two of your fingers in.
"Bratty bastard," you smirk as he instinctively licks your digits while you stroke his tongue, "trying to act like you don't want to be my free use slut~ I feel your cock leaking inside me, you needy toy-" He blinks dazedly as you lean over his face, a loud whine stuck in his throat as you spit right into his mouth. "I bet you want to cum sooo bad, baby boy... Just admit you like it when I use you against your will~"
Even though it's not against his will; and it never would be โ
He mumbles a disagreeing 'nuh-uh' under your fingers, making you chuckle. You pull out your fingers and wipe them across his face, "fine. Be like that. You don't get to cum. You really are nothing but my fuck meat today."
A shaking gasp trembles off his swollen lips, hands holding onto your waist tightly as you begin bouncing. "Fu- good god! Baby- Oh, baby, please! S-stop!" You had been doing nothing by grinding, swirling your hips โ he doesn't know if he can take this without going crazy. He can feel his pleasure teasing his every nerve; like a cup about to overflow if one more drop is added.
You grab his wrists, canceling out any weak attempt he makes to throw you off. "Mh~" Your moan as you ride his painfully hard member so selfishly makes him cry. You sound so pretty, it makes him want to cum even more. Maybe if he starts begging now you'll let him- "Oh, yeah~ Fuck- stay still, you brat. I'm gonna cum..."
His brain is tingling. Wanting to beg, 'do it, pretty girl, do it! Make yourself cum with my cock!'
"You f-fucker," he groans, fighting back against you weakly as you grab his wrists and pin them to the bed, "don't- don't!"
"Why not, huh? Think if I cream all over you, you'll cum?" You slap his flushed cheek again, panting as you slam yourself down on his length. "Think you'll cum from being held down by your girlfriend and bounced on like a useless dildo?"
You know he would โ he would have long ago โ if not for the cock ring holding him back.
"I know- know you would," you grab both of his cheeks roughly, cupping his face, "you're such a slut, angel~"
He groans into your mouth brokenly, barely able to breathe as you clench and flutter around him; riding him all the way through your leg-trembling orgasm.
He almost cries with relief when you finally still on top of him, shoving your tongue into his mouth and letting him suck at it as you both moan and breathe heavily.
When you trade, his tongue in your mouth, his soft noise of pleasure is almost a purr.
You rub your thumbs across his stinging cheeks softly, giving your hips one more slow swirl before you lift them off of him. A silent 'keep going'.
When you pull back, the thick string of spit between you snaps and lands on his chin.
"Thanks, baby," you hum as you lick it up before shoving his face and rolling off of him, "you're a satisfying toy for being such a brat."
He pants for a moment, catching his breath as his cock twitches โ searching for your snug warmth. "Fuck meat, huh?" He huffs with a smirk growing on his lips.
"That's what you are, baby boy~"
He bites his lip as he rolls the cock ring off of him โ he almost cums then and there in his hand.
But why do that when he's got you laying right next to him?
You yelp as he pins you onto your stomach, immediately buried balls deep again with a guttural moan. "Fuuuuck, baby~"
"Get off me, you bastard-"
"If I'm your fuck meat," he shoves your face into the sheets with his hand on the back of your head, leaning to your ear, "then you're my warm little fuck hole."
His immediate, frenzied thrusts knock the wind from your lungs. Even though you had used a silent signal that you were still ready to go โ you were sensitive. "You're such a tease," he groans into your ear, biting at the lobe, "thi- think I'm gonna let you get away with using my cock like a dildo and not let me cum? Guess what, love?"
His chest is heaving against your back, balls slapping against your clit as he slams into you as deep as he can; begging for release. He spreads your legs with his, driving deeper.
"It's my turn to use you."
"Ah! You a-asshole, that's too deep!" He's, in reality, been much deeper before.
"What~?" He's chuckles breathlessly, his sweat dripping from his chin onto your clothed shoulder. "What's that, pretty girl? Fuck you deeper? Hm, if you i-insist~"
You shout into the mattress as he snakes an arm under you and presses against your lower stomach. "Oh, shit! Wooyoung!" You thrash under him as he pushes you closer to another orgasm with his palm pressing against his cock through your pelvis.
The sound of his name coming muffled as he keeps your head shoved in the blankets makes him pull away quickly โ because his own orgasm almost slapped him in the face.
"Turn over," he growls, his body itching for release so badly that he's crying again; blinking his tears away quickly as he flips you over, "you little fucker, you're a goddamn tease, my pretty girl."
He slaps your hands away as you go to stop him from laying on top of you; your fingers ending up laced together as he slides back into you and starts pounding. "Perfect fuck hole for me- fuck, fuck, yes! Oh, m'gonna cum~ Ah, I love you, baby... Damn- fucking take it."
Your attempts at stopping his hips with your feet only end with him folding your legs over you, making you wail as he slams deeper; your feet dangling over his shoulders. "Please, angel! I can't take it! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You know he's not going to stop unless you say your safe word, and you don't want him to.
"Shut the hell up, pretty girl," he licks up your heated cheek, letting go of your legs to wrap his hands around your neck, "you're gonna take my cum. You got yourself in this mess."
"Wo- ngh~" You gurgle on a moan as he squeezes your throat with both of his hands, letting your eyes flutter shut as he chokes you right into an Earth-shattering orgasm. Your breath trembles under his throat, your legs falling off his shoulders and spreading wide for him to continue his ruthless, hurried thrusts.
The second he lets go of your neck and sinks his teeth into you, you know he's about to cum. And he does. Hard.
Moaning like a porn star rather than an idol, hips stuttering, teeth in your flesh, sweat down his back, cheeks red with your hand print. Lewd, squelching noises fill the air as he fucks you through his prolonged release; his cum all but splashing between you as he slams his hips to yours. The final slap of his skin against yours echoes as he stills deep inside of you and collapses on top of you.
Wordlessly, he starts licking at the indentations on your neck as you wrap your arms around his shoulders; both of you trembling messes in each other's embrace.
When your boyfriend says, "ruin me," he means it.
Ride him until he cries, make him your personal toy, slap him until his make-up artist is concerned for his wellbeing, pull his hair, call him names โ ruin him.
hongjoong has finished writing a new song after working on it all night. he's spamming you with voice memos and random lyrics that he thinks were straight fire.
seonghwa finally got his hands on a heavily sought out star wars lego set and can't wait to build it with you. each text gets increasingly desperate, he starts sending voice notes because he cannot handle his excitement. like a kid during christmas.
yunho is convinced that you've stolen his shirt for good (which is true you "borrowed" it). it's all jokes but he pretends like it's the end of the world
yeosang wants to take you out on a day that you're finally both free, but he can't type for shit. perseveres to fix his spelling mistake and honestly almost gives up but he's a fighter ok...
san only just realised the impact that gym has had on him. he is super shocked at how skinny his arms were compared to now is fishing for compliments. wants u to glaze him because he's proud of his gym progress. go king
mingi just wants your attention. spamming you for the sake of spamming. pure annoyance but full of love
wooyoung has perfected his muffin recipe. he's convinced it's the best thing ever, after you. need you to try them NOW. lowkey starts getting pissy if you dont respond and sends photos of the muffins in 6 different angles HE'S GETTING IMPATIENT OK
jongho's vocal performance was finally released on youtube, so of course he's spamming you with the link AGAIN and AGAIN as soon as it came out. he's sending random time stamps and critiquing his own singing. definition of proud dad to his own voice. is not stopping until he's 100% sure you've watched (and praised) his performance.
summary : In the quiet moments before his performance, Seonghwa finds comfort in your touch as you run your hands gently over his skin, nestled in his lap. Despite the countdown to showtime, he indulges in the softness of your affection, pulling you closer, kissing you all over, and holding you like you're his grounding peace before the storm of the stage.
cw : gender neutral reader, sfw but slightly suggestive, established relationship, alot of kisses, non-sexual touching, really self-indulgent because i really wanted to dozed off while rubbing hwaโs tummy ๐
sorry for being inactive, i've been in a deep writer block lately so all of my series will be on hold for a while, but seonghwa's too delicious for me to not write anything about him in that white shirt.
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The low hum of distant stage crew and the muffled thump of bass from rehearsal of other groups filled the air, but inside Seonghwaโs private dressing room, it was still. Calm. The kind of calm that only existed in moments like this, right before the world roared to life outside the doors.
Seonghwa was seated on the plush couch, outfit already fitted to perfection for the upcoming performance. The white tee he wore clung in all the right places, the slightly cropped material hugging his frame delicately, revealing the skin just enough to tempt your wandering hands as you curled up beside him, were in your usual spot, practically draped over him like you always ended up.
Your hands was tracing slow, idle shapes along his exposed skin, up from his arm, down to his wrist, back up again to the curve of his neck. He didnโt flinch. He never did. Seonghwa had long grown used to your touchy ways. In fact, he found them endearing, addicting even.
He glanced down at you, eyes heavy-lidded with affection, mouth curling into a soft smirk. "Youโre doing that thing again."
"What thing?" you asked, voice muffled as your nose nuzzled under his chin, hiding the grin on your face as you inhaled his fresh and clean scent.
"The thing like you were trying to memorize my skin," he teased, arm wrapping around your frame.
You scoffed lightheartedly as your fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, spreading warmth across his stomach as you giggled softly. "Maybe I am," you hummed, "but youโre not stopping me."
"And why would I?" Seonghwa tilted his head, letting your hands roam. Then, almost suddenly, he gripped your waist and pulling you fully into his lap, your legs straddling him with practiced ease. "If it makes you this all giggly and adorableโฆ you can touch me all day."
His fingers found your jaw gently, tilting your face up so your eyes met his dark ones. His gaze burned with a quiet sort of devotion, the kind that made your chest ache in the sweetest way possible.
Then he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and then both of your cheeks, then another to your nose, your jaw, your neck. soft, slow, unhurried as he savored the feeling of your warm skin under his lips. Between each kiss, heโd whisper things, barely audible, like a lullaby meant only for you.
"I like when youโre like thisโฆ" a kiss was placed behind your ear.
"Youโre too cute when you laugh like thatโฆ" another one on your neck making you let out soft sounds.
"Mine. All mine." he said as he trailed his lips up to your jawline before sighing contently.
Your hands, ever curious- running higher under his shirt, feeling his ribs, the slight hitch in his breath when your fingertips brushed over a ticklish spot. You giggled again, resting your forehead against his. "Youโre letting me get away with everything."
"I always do," he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. then properly, fully, he finally kissed you on the lips like he was carving the moment into time, as if he'd forget the feeling, and the taste of your lips if he even dare to stop for a second.
You smiled into the kiss, hands still caressing the warmth of his skin. "Thatโs dangerous. I might've taken advantage of you, Hwa" He chuckled, deep and fond, holding you tighter. "Then I guess I'll be in danger."
There was no rush. No urgency. Just soft touches, endless kisses, and skin against skin. The world could fall apart around you and it wouldnโt matter. Because in that room, you were exactly where you belonged.
In his lap.
In his arms.
Touching every inch of the man you adored.
And being adored just as much in return.
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Warnings: Sickness, Overworking, Self doubt, Hospital visit, Secrets, Health Issues, Faiting, Mentions of pill taking, Deep conversations, Sadness
Pairing: Ot8! Ateez x 9th Member Reader
Genre/Au: Comfort, Secrecy, Emotional
Ateez and Y/n found themselves in their second comeback this year, having recently released "THE WORLD EP.FIN : WILL," their fourth full album. During the promotions for these albums, Y/n fell into a cycle of self-hatred once again. She could never pinpoint what triggered these feelings, but this time she blamed it on the pressure of Coachella and the need to support her members.
Y/n presented herself as a confident, flawless performer, but deep down, she believed she had every flaw imaginable. In her mind, she was overweight, ugly, a bad singer, a horrible dancer, and an even worse member for Ateez. Despite many people proving her wrong, she never believed them.
Coachella became her biggest issue. Initially overjoyed when informed of their showcase, her excitement quickly faded. After watching other artists' performances online, she felt she didn't belong on that stage. She was convinced she would only embarrass her members and ruin their moment, so she pushed herself to be perfect for them.
This mindset led Y/n to overworking herself, losing sleep, not eating and calling it a diet, taking weight loss pills, and working out for seven hours straight. Her members didn't notice because Y/n took pride in not burdening others with her struggles, becoming an expert at hiding how badly she was treating herself.
But secrets could only last for so long before they start eating their way through youโฆ
Ateez had practice for their Coachella showcase today, and everyone was supposed to arrive at 6 a.m. to prepare for filming. Normally, Y/n would ride with the other members to the studio, but today she woke up at 3 a.m. (having gone to sleep at 1 a.m.) to head to the gym for an hour. She then went home to put on makeup and choose clothing that wouldnโt show too much of her skin, fearing criticism from fans about her weight. She arrived at the studio at 5 a.m., a whole hour earlier than the others, claiming she needed extra practice.
When the other Ateez members walked in with their managers and the film crew, they saw Y/n standing in front of the mirror, looking exhausted and drinking water.
โGood morning, Noona. Youโre here early,โ Wooyoung said, walking over to give Y/n a hug.
โYeah, they say the early bird gets the worm,โ Y/n replied with a forced smile.
โWell, if you got the worm, can I get the meat? That seems more appetizing,โ Jongho joked, putting down his bag. The other members laughed as Y/n rolled her eyes at the maknae.
Hongjoong, however, didnโt laugh. He stood staring at Y/n, analyzing her. She looked oddly pale for someone usually tan at this time of year, and he knew she wasnโt staying inside. He had noticed her leaving early and coming back late.
Hongjoong was the definition of a leader, or in his case, captain. He knew he wasnโt imagining things when he noticed Y/n losing weight drastically and often looking more tired than usual.
โHongjoong, you good?โ Seonghwa asked, waving his hand in front of the leaderโs face.
โYeah, yeah. Uhโฆ Y/n, what time did you get here?โ Hongjoong directed his attention to Y/n.
โI got here around 5:30, just wanted to get an early start and some coffee,โ Y/n replied awkwardly.
โMmm, okay,โ Hongjoong said, deciding to leave it at that for now.
They had been practicing for what felt like ten hours to Y/n, but in reality, it had only been three hoursโfour for her. As they went through the routines, Y/n began to feel increasingly nauseous, a sensation that was unusual but one she chose to ignore, as she often did when her body demanded attention.
The music ended, and Y/n felt overly dizzy. Her vision blurred, and she struggled to breathe. As she walked towards the water bottle she had placed on the floor, the members noticed her staggering, almost like a toddler who had just had three shots of vodka. Yunho instinctively ran over and grabbed her waist, helping her sit on the floor. Worry was written all over his face.
โY/n-ah, you need to take a break. You donโt look well,โ Mingi said, rushing to Yunhoโs side as he stood over the sitting girl.
โNoโฆno, Iโm fine. J-just need some water,โ Y/n stammered, leaning over to grab her water bottle and using her other hand for balance.
Seonghwa, who had been observing the situation with increasing concern, knelt beside her. โY/n, this isnโt just being tired. Youโre pale, and you can barely stand. Whatโs going on?โ
San crouched down on her other side, his face etched with worry. โYou need to be honest with us. Weโre your family. We canโt help if you keep everything to yourself.โ
Y/n took a shaky sip of water, her hand trembling. โIโฆIโve just been pushing myself too hard. Itโs nothing, really.โ
Hongjoong, who had been quietly watching from a distance, finally stepped forward. โPushing yourself too hard doesnโt make you collapse like this, Y/n. We need to know whatโs happening.โ
Tears welled up in Y/nโs eyes as she looked around at her concerned members. โI justโฆI donโt want to let you down. Coachella is so important, and I need to be perfect for you guys.โ
Wooyoung, who had been standing behind the group, came forward and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. โY/n, you being healthy is whatโs important to us. Not perfection. Weโre a team, and we support each other, no matter what.โ
Jongho nodded in agreement. โYou canโt carry all this pressure on your own. Weโre here to help, but you need to let us in.โ
Y/nโs resolve began to crumble as she realized the depth of their concern and love for her. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. โIโฆI havenโt been sleeping or eating properly. Iโve been working out too much, and I guess itโs finally catching up with me.โ
Hongjoongโs expression softened, and he knelt beside her. โWeโll get through this together, Y/n. But first, you need to rest. Weโll talk more after youโve had a break.โ
Y/n shook her head stubbornly and tried to push herself back up. โNo, I canโt rest. We have to keep practicing. Coachella is too important.โ
As she stood, her legs wobbled, and she felt a wave of heavy dizziness wash over her. The room spun, and she stumbled before collapsing. The last thing she heard was the panicked shouts of her members before everything went black.
Y/n woke up to the sterile smell of a hospital room. The beeping of a heart monitor was the first sound she registered. Blinking her eyes open, she saw the concerned faces of her members surrounding her bed.
โYouโre awake,โ Seonghwa said softly, relief evident in his voice.
โWhat happened?โ Y/n asked, her voice weak.
โYou passed out during practice,โ Yunho explained, his eyes red from worry. โWe brought you to the hospital.โ
โYou scared us,โ San added, squeezing her hand gently. โYou need to take care of yourself.โ
Hongjoong stepped closer, his expression serious but kind. โY/n, this canโt go on. We need you healthy. We love you too much to watch you destroy yourself.โ
Tears filled Y/nโs eyes as she looked around at her worried friends. โIโm so sorry. I didnโt want to let you down.โ
โYou havenโt let us down,โ Wooyoung said firmly. โBut we need you to promise to take better care of yourself.โ
Jongho nodded, his eyes filled with determination. โWeโre in this together. Weโll support you, no matter what.โ
Y/n nodded, tears streaming down her face. โI promise. Iโll do better. Iโm sorry for worrying you all.โ
The members gathered closer, enveloping her in a group hug, their support and love palpable. In that moment, Y/n realized she didnโt have to carry the weight of the world on her own. She had her family right beside her.
Warnings: Sickness, Overworking, Self doubt, Hospital visit, Secrets, Health Issues, Faiting, Mentions of pill taking, Deep conversations, Sadness
Pairing: Ot8! Ateez x 9th Member Reader
Genre/Au: Comfort, Secrecy, Emotional
Ateez and Y/n found themselves in their second comeback this year, having recently released "THE WORLD EP.FIN : WILL," their fourth full album. During the promotions for these albums, Y/n fell into a cycle of self-hatred once again. She could never pinpoint what triggered these feelings, but this time she blamed it on the pressure of Coachella and the need to support her members.
Y/n presented herself as a confident, flawless performer, but deep down, she believed she had every flaw imaginable. In her mind, she was overweight, ugly, a bad singer, a horrible dancer, and an even worse member for Ateez. Despite many people proving her wrong, she never believed them.
Coachella became her biggest issue. Initially overjoyed when informed of their showcase, her excitement quickly faded. After watching other artists' performances online, she felt she didn't belong on that stage. She was convinced she would only embarrass her members and ruin their moment, so she pushed herself to be perfect for them.
This mindset led Y/n to overworking herself, losing sleep, not eating and calling it a diet, taking weight loss pills, and working out for seven hours straight. Her members didn't notice because Y/n took pride in not burdening others with her struggles, becoming an expert at hiding how badly she was treating herself.
But secrets could only last for so long before they start eating their way through youโฆ
Ateez had practice for their Coachella showcase today, and everyone was supposed to arrive at 6 a.m. to prepare for filming. Normally, Y/n would ride with the other members to the studio, but today she woke up at 3 a.m. (having gone to sleep at 1 a.m.) to head to the gym for an hour. She then went home to put on makeup and choose clothing that wouldnโt show too much of her skin, fearing criticism from fans about her weight. She arrived at the studio at 5 a.m., a whole hour earlier than the others, claiming she needed extra practice.
When the other Ateez members walked in with their managers and the film crew, they saw Y/n standing in front of the mirror, looking exhausted and drinking water.
โGood morning, Noona. Youโre here early,โ Wooyoung said, walking over to give Y/n a hug.
โYeah, they say the early bird gets the worm,โ Y/n replied with a forced smile.
โWell, if you got the worm, can I get the meat? That seems more appetizing,โ Jongho joked, putting down his bag. The other members laughed as Y/n rolled her eyes at the maknae.
Hongjoong, however, didnโt laugh. He stood staring at Y/n, analyzing her. She looked oddly pale for someone usually tan at this time of year, and he knew she wasnโt staying inside. He had noticed her leaving early and coming back late.
Hongjoong was the definition of a leader, or in his case, captain. He knew he wasnโt imagining things when he noticed Y/n losing weight drastically and often looking more tired than usual.
โHongjoong, you good?โ Seonghwa asked, waving his hand in front of the leaderโs face.
โYeah, yeah. Uhโฆ Y/n, what time did you get here?โ Hongjoong directed his attention to Y/n.
โI got here around 5:30, just wanted to get an early start and some coffee,โ Y/n replied awkwardly.
โMmm, okay,โ Hongjoong said, deciding to leave it at that for now.
They had been practicing for what felt like ten hours to Y/n, but in reality, it had only been three hoursโfour for her. As they went through the routines, Y/n began to feel increasingly nauseous, a sensation that was unusual but one she chose to ignore, as she often did when her body demanded attention.
The music ended, and Y/n felt overly dizzy. Her vision blurred, and she struggled to breathe. As she walked towards the water bottle she had placed on the floor, the members noticed her staggering, almost like a toddler who had just had three shots of vodka. Yunho instinctively ran over and grabbed her waist, helping her sit on the floor. Worry was written all over his face.
โY/n-ah, you need to take a break. You donโt look well,โ Mingi said, rushing to Yunhoโs side as he stood over the sitting girl.
โNoโฆno, Iโm fine. J-just need some water,โ Y/n stammered, leaning over to grab her water bottle and using her other hand for balance.
Seonghwa, who had been observing the situation with increasing concern, knelt beside her. โY/n, this isnโt just being tired. Youโre pale, and you can barely stand. Whatโs going on?โ
San crouched down on her other side, his face etched with worry. โYou need to be honest with us. Weโre your family. We canโt help if you keep everything to yourself.โ
Y/n took a shaky sip of water, her hand trembling. โIโฆIโve just been pushing myself too hard. Itโs nothing, really.โ
Hongjoong, who had been quietly watching from a distance, finally stepped forward. โPushing yourself too hard doesnโt make you collapse like this, Y/n. We need to know whatโs happening.โ
Tears welled up in Y/nโs eyes as she looked around at her concerned members. โI justโฆI donโt want to let you down. Coachella is so important, and I need to be perfect for you guys.โ
Wooyoung, who had been standing behind the group, came forward and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. โY/n, you being healthy is whatโs important to us. Not perfection. Weโre a team, and we support each other, no matter what.โ
Jongho nodded in agreement. โYou canโt carry all this pressure on your own. Weโre here to help, but you need to let us in.โ
Y/nโs resolve began to crumble as she realized the depth of their concern and love for her. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. โIโฆI havenโt been sleeping or eating properly. Iโve been working out too much, and I guess itโs finally catching up with me.โ
Hongjoongโs expression softened, and he knelt beside her. โWeโll get through this together, Y/n. But first, you need to rest. Weโll talk more after youโve had a break.โ
Y/n shook her head stubbornly and tried to push herself back up. โNo, I canโt rest. We have to keep practicing. Coachella is too important.โ
As she stood, her legs wobbled, and she felt a wave of heavy dizziness wash over her. The room spun, and she stumbled before collapsing. The last thing she heard was the panicked shouts of her members before everything went black.
Y/n woke up to the sterile smell of a hospital room. The beeping of a heart monitor was the first sound she registered. Blinking her eyes open, she saw the concerned faces of her members surrounding her bed.
โYouโre awake,โ Seonghwa said softly, relief evident in his voice.
โWhat happened?โ Y/n asked, her voice weak.
โYou passed out during practice,โ Yunho explained, his eyes red from worry. โWe brought you to the hospital.โ
โYou scared us,โ San added, squeezing her hand gently. โYou need to take care of yourself.โ
Hongjoong stepped closer, his expression serious but kind. โY/n, this canโt go on. We need you healthy. We love you too much to watch you destroy yourself.โ
Tears filled Y/nโs eyes as she looked around at her worried friends. โIโm so sorry. I didnโt want to let you down.โ
โYou havenโt let us down,โ Wooyoung said firmly. โBut we need you to promise to take better care of yourself.โ
Jongho nodded, his eyes filled with determination. โWeโre in this together. Weโll support you, no matter what.โ
Y/n nodded, tears streaming down her face. โI promise. Iโll do better. Iโm sorry for worrying you all.โ
The members gathered closer, enveloping her in a group hug, their support and love palpable. In that moment, Y/n realized she didnโt have to carry the weight of the world on her own. She had her family right beside her.
Authorโs note: I am so sorry for the lack of posting recently i recently had a school trip and stayed in a hotel with 2 other people and had to get up extremely early, so please forgive me and enjoy my next few works. I am trying to binge write this whole week and post multiple times but the end of the year is close and it is getting busier so forgive me if i canโt fulfill this task.
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