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hi guys, I think I'm gonna close this account for a while. Unfortunately, I haven't had the time or motive to write imagines recently and cannot see there being any in the near future.

thank you for following me and for liking my posts! I've enjoyed getting to know you all and being able to share what goes on in my brain ~

💓💞💗💕

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currently in t e a r s because one of my moots deactivated while i was gone, and i have no other way of contacting them ㅠㅠ

just gonna cry here for a while :')

[petitemingi]

─ ੈ༊ [𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟑]

"Yunho, you used too many," you giggle as the flower crown of freshly picked dandelions Yunho just made slides down your forehead, covering your eyes. The afternoon sunshine dances slowly through the leaves of the trees. The cool breeze makes your eyelashes flutter slightly, and there doesn't seem to be a cloud in the sky.

You raise your hands to your head, lifting the flower crown from your eyes and place it in a better position so that it slouched more towards your neck. The petals are fragrant, tickling the top of your forehead, and are a beautiful sunshine yellow. Yunho smiles softly, his eyes creasing slightly and lifts his hands to your face. His thumbs rub circles on your cheeks, and he looks towards the floor with a flicker of embarrassment.

"How is it that I get to be with someone as beautiful as you? ____, you make my heart beat that little bit faster with every breath you take,"

And you place your hand to mirror his, creating circles of your own on his face. Then you lean closer towards him and place a kiss upon his nose. "Just lucky, I guess," you whisper before falling back to lay on the ground, pointing at clouds shaped like flowers as though nothing had happened.

hi 👀 it's me, I'm trying to get back into posting imagines, please bear with me ~

[petitemingi]

hi, I know I haven't been doing too much recently, but this is because I have important exams and projects to complete for college. This means that I currently don't have time to post.

Because of this, I'm going to go on another hiatus (I know I've only just come off of one) so that I can focus more on my work and getting into university. In the meantime, please feel free to send in anything from asks to requests and I'll look in to them when I come back.

thank you, bada 🌊

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─ ੈ༊ [𝟐𝟑:𝟐𝟐]

Mingi rests his head on your shoulder, his eyes fluttering sleepily as you turn the page of the book you're reading. His arms wrap around your own and a tired smile tugs at his lips as he turns his gaze towards your face; you had a look of concentration in your eyes and your nose scrunched every now and then in an attempt to stiffle a yawn.

"you're cute when you're half asleep" Mingi would mutter just before yawning quietly, turning his head away from you slightly as he did so. You'd mumble something about the compliment to yourself, your ears turning a deepening shade of pink. Your right hand fumbles with the top corner of the page you're on while you raise your left hand to your eyes, rubbing away the feeling of sleep.

Noticing this, Mingi sits up from his slump against your side, positioning himself differently and taking the book from your hand gestures for you to lean closer to him. After a second yawn, he reads the final page of the book, smoothing out the crease in the corner you had just created, his voice seeming to lull you gently into sleep.

"and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago; and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days..."

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making myself an ateez shrine in an IKEA 4-cube shelf using albums, photocards and a mirror i got one time 😌👌🏻

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an update on the ateez shrine in an IKEA 4-cube shelf using albums, photocards and a mirror i got one time 😌👌🏻 featuring the box to my exo lightstick in the back there...

of the treasure epilogue albums i'm missing zero to one (the red one there is an illusion, its just action to answer red ver) and all to action - i bought most of them second hand so there isn't any photocards to show you BUT i do have zero to one seonghwa and action to answer jongho ×2!

i'll figure out the fever epilogues some other time lol - so far I've got fever part 1 and the epilogue in versions a + z

and there's my little pocket mirror, i got it with zero to one! i posted it on here last year i think (???) i'll find it > i found it, here

so yeah 😎

These products are bada approved ~

[petitemingi]

─ ੈ༊ [𝟏𝟑:𝟐𝟓]

San looks over at your sleeping figure as the two of you lay under an apple tree in a park not far from the dorms. The sun had provided a rather warm afternoon, the tree casting the perfect shadow to sit under to avoid it, and a picnic was placed between the two of you.

You hadn't been there long; an hour maybe? but you'd already proven to be exhausted. San thought leaving you to sleep would be for the best, besides, it was kinda cute.

He laughed to himself about how one random clump of hair repeatedly fell over your eyes no matter how much you moved it in your sleep, he smiled at how your nose seemed to scrunch as the slightest breeze came and went, and he giggled at the odd snore you'd give off every few minutes.

San himself probably would've liked to join you, but thought it best rather to look over you instead. Maybe another time though, but right now, this setting seemed perfect to him.

[petitemingi]

─ ੈ༊ [𝟎𝟐:𝟎𝟑]

Seonghwa quietly walks into the Ateez dorms, taking his shoes off at the door and placing them into the shoe rack. All the lights had been turned off, and the only noise heard was that of the television, as the Steven Universe theme tune played quietly from the living room.

Upon peering into the living room, Seonghwa could see that on the sofas and armchair, curled up fast asleep, were a few of the other members, accompanied by you. A bowl of popcorn had been placed on the coffee table, which had been surrounded by blankets and pillows. 

He could see San and Yunho cuddled together, Hongjoong sitting up in the armchair, Wooyoung sleeping upside down as he dangled off of the couch, and Mingi resting his head on the back of the sofa with your head resting on his lap. 

Seonghwa almost silently takes the remote from beside Yunho, and turns off the tv. He takes some blankets from the middle of the living room and carefully places them over each member, placing Wooyoung upright so he wouldn't complain to him in the morning about neck pains.

Soon enough, the popcorn was cleared away, the heating turned down lower, and Seonghwa had changed into his pyjamas. With everything (more or less) the way he left it this morning, he went off to bed, knowing he'd probably wake up to some crazy confusion the next day. 

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getting a place at all three universities i've applied for 😌👌🏻

[petitemingi]

making myself an ateez shrine in an IKEA 4-cube shelf using albums, photocards and a mirror i got one time 😌👌🏻

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[petitemingi]

─ ੈ༊˳ [𝟐𝟑:𝟒𝟔]

Yunho pulls the duvet over you as he gets home from work. In his place in the bed lays the giant teddy bear he'd given you a while back. A smile would pull at the corners of his lips as he shook his head lightly.

"___, please don't change"

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─ ੈ༊ [𝟏𝟒:𝟐𝟔]

Yeosang kisses your forehead as you sleep cosily on the sofa; the blanket covering you practically on the floor and a mug of what was once warm tea sitting on the coffee table.

The television had been turned off, and the balcony doors had been left open, leaving the cool afternoon breeze open access to the room.

He'd smile and would perhaps snap a picture (just to make fun of you later) before picking up the blanket, setting it gently over your shoulders, walking out to sit on the balcony so as not to disturb you.

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─ ੈ༊ [𝟎𝟖:𝟒𝟗]

"hey, are you alright?" The door opens with a slight creak as Jongho steps into the room; his voice is soft and rather hushed "you have work in like ten minutes, I was getting worried,"

You'd tiredly level yourself against the headboard of your bed, a sullen look on your face as you look at Jongho as he stands in the doorway "I don't feel too well," you'd whisper.

A softened frown would appear over his face now as he walked towards your bed, perching himself beside you, "I think I might have a fever"

Jonhgo nods in understanding, brushing a stray hair from your cheek, "do you mind if I check?" he says in almost a mumble. Shrugging an 'okay', Jongho leans towards you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. Leaning away, he folds his arms and raises his right hand towards his chin.

"yep, you're burning up" he begins "I'll get you some Tylenol"

He stands up carefully, smiling at you warmly before making his exit, closing the door with a slight creak as Jongho steps out of the room.

@hwahawt @yungisstar1117 @sxndmemes @dogsongy

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Rainday Antiques | Kim Hongjoong

Synopsis: Ah, Rainday Antiques. Why not pop in to shelter from the rain? Cozy up with a book or a magazine from the reading corner, maybe start up a conversation with the owner, Kim Hongjoong. Relax and take a moment to breathe, we've got you.

Word count: 2.6k

Disclaimer: this story is heavily based on the headspace sleepcast story 'Rainday Antiques' and follows a similar storytelling theme. I apologise if this causes any inconveniences for anyone.

If you've ever spent a rainy evening travelling down a quiet street looking for shelter, you'll understand what a blessing it is to come across a location like Rainday Antiques. It comes into view halfway between two houses. the lovely store with two large windows on either side of the entryway. The place has a dreamlike feel since the windows are divided into square panes and the glass in between the metal bars is just a little bit wavy.

If you can believe it, this charming small shop is open every single day of the year. Serving both random onlookers and potential late-arriving foreign antique connoisseurs. Which of these categories best describes you? I'll leave it up to you. On a night like tonight, when the street lights are fuzzy halos and the rain starts coming down harder so that your footsteps make little slaps and squelches on the sidewalk, nothing is more inviting than the hazy orange light filtering through the antique shop's steam-covered windows and the weathered old sign over the doorway that reads, "Come on in, we're open!" The sign is now creaking a little in the damp breeze.

The inside of Rainday Antiques is cosy as can be. You'll be enveloped in thick crimson velvet drapes when you push open the door, providing further shelter from the weather. The drape rings glide across the rail and make a gentle click as you exit through them into the store.

It’s quite a place.

As it rains, you notice a skylight dome above you. It glances up into the night as it satisfyingly patters against the glass. There is plenty of room to move about, but every surface is covered in trinkets, decorations, and artwork. A brass umbrella stand and some coat hooks are located to the left of the door. Please, feel free to remove any damp layers from your body and take advantage of the opportunity to unwind fully.

A charmingly friendly man by the name of Hongjoong is the proprietor of this wonderful store. A smart young gentleman reading a book quietly in a corner of his realm. The most generous person you could ever expect to meet in fact. He’s a true listener, and there are very few people you can say that about.

He'd listen intently to the end if you ever made the decision to seek him out. He would then make a very straightforward yet intelligent statement, something that would reassure you that everything will be alright. He nods politely at you as you enter, indicating that you are welcome to browse quietly for as long as you like. However, he is nearby if you need him. You proceed to the back of the store and a bookcase. There are boxes full of old, leather-bound volumes with the words "assorted books" written on the side in black marker pen.

Turning one over reveals pages with gold engravings and a pale blue ribbon stitched into the spine to serve as a place marker. The pages have small, densely spaced type and brown blotches all over them.

The title of this particular book is "Pure." What a great title, isn't it? You pick up a larger book with lovely watercolours of South African flora and fauna from the nineteenth century. There is a photo of some lovely blue blooms that have opened, but are now dying in the crevices. It's a beautiful blue.

Conveniently, there’s an armchair right next to the bookcase so you sink into it. It’s rather raggedy, and the stuffing is coming out in some places, but it’s surprisingly comfortable. At your feet, there’s a small cupboard containing vintage magazines. Perhaps you could just sit here a while, while the rain pitter patters in the background, immuring you with all this ancient literature, allowing yourself to slip for at least a short time into its magical world.

You are in front of one of the many grandfather clocks the shop has. It ticks steadily and decisively, just like a single raindrop that keeps dropping into a metal pale. observing the clock's workings, which are visible via the glass front. The chimes of the clock have a grimy sound to them. Glancing down and away from the clock, you see a small dog.

This is Minnie, Hongjoong’s miniature wire-haired dachshund.

She has round, shining eyes and a little whispy beard. She appears to be a serious, but very friendly dog, and an excellent judge of character. She has already determined that you are someone deserving of respect. She bobs her head, sniffs your shoes, and then lumbers off to her basket a short distance away. She climbs inside and makes three complete turns before sitting down and gazing affectionately at you. She likes customers that come into the store, but she has decided that she likes you in particular.

There’s so much to look at in here. You might just want to stay there for a moment, gazing around you and soaking up the atmosphere in this rain haven. Objects of various kinds are displayed all over the walls. You notice a grandfather clock ticking as you scan the room and notice a mid-century coffee table. A magnificent collection of feathered hats are suspended from an art nouveau hat stand. A tattered, aged-looking antique mantlepiece mirror and a dappled-gray rocking horse with a crimson saddle and a long, silvery mane. As you approach the hat stand, you reach out to lightly touch its brass arms. They are cool to the touch and have a small sphere on each end.

Upon it there hangs a blue sculpted hat, with a gold brim designed to be worn at a tilt. A feathered plume, tied presumably to match the hat, is soft and slightly grainy to the touch, held in place by a rhinestone pin - it too is draped over the hat stand. How philosophical these objects appear, gathered here against the flow of time and undoubtedly without any thought for the weather. Some date back more than a century. And yet, here they are, eager for a fresh start in life. starting from the instant they first encounter that particular someone who is moved enough to take them home.

In a dimly lit corner of Rainday Antiques, stands a writing desk, covered with a blanket on which are laid out numerous, smaller items. One of these is a box of old photographs and postcards. As you leave through, you glimpse vintage postcards of European cities and snow-capped mountains, black and white beaches, interesting rock formations and a donkey in a straw hat.

Men dressed in cricket whites might be seen in group photos. Family uncomfortably gathered for an embarrassing snapshot. cartoons of terriers, kittens in baskets, and a set of a Spaniel that is obviously well-loved. Some have scrawled, largely eligible, handwriting on the back. You flip over a Dutch postcard that features a windmill. "I'm having a great time here despite the weather. It's raining heavily as I write this after just returning from a walk that we took. I appreciate the books. With love" All of these memories were previously someone else's property, but they are now potentially yours. The amusing thing about memories is that they are quite flexible.

The smell of your damp umbrella seeping into the stand by the door is mixed with that of old books and radiators, with a faint hint of something fresh. The darker areas of the business are occasionally illuminated by the lights of a passing car that occasionally streaks through the glass. You can see a magnificent holding screen in one area, as well as a row of leather-bound books. Japanese landscapes, including homes with distinctively pointed roofs and oblong trees, are embroidered onto its silk sheets. Overlooking a river is a bridge. The rain seems to pick in speed as the automobile passes before returning to its regular rhythm, creating a loud sigh in the process.

You could stay here all night just breathing in and looking at things. Thinking about their stories.

In one corner of the store, you’ll find a glass cabinet filled with crockery. If you take a closer look, you’ll be able to inspect a striking art deco piece with sharp triangles for handles, patterned with bright geometric squares, in orange and black.

A small case lined with velvet sits next to it, containing a collection of teaspoons with ornamental handles. You can almost imagine the ambience of a long-ago tea party. A conversation punctuated by the delicate clinking of teaspoons on porcelain and ambienced, like tonight, by the comforting sound of rain on the windows.

If you asked Hongjoong, he’d tell you that every antique has a story to tell. He likes to say that he never takes anything for his store unless there’s a fantastic tale behind it. It’s a bit of a lie, though. If he likes something enough, he’ll just go ahead and make up a story about it, such as this vintage little toy car, which he says used to belong to a member of a famous boy band or public figure. He hasn’t got any paperwork to prove it, unfortunately. But then again, there’s nothing to disprove it either.

The car is bright, emerald green, slightly rusting at the edges. But in its hayday, it would surely have been the perfect vehicle for a young prince or princess to take about a turn in the royal garden. It has a long bonnet, but the rest of the car is all seat. There’s a large steering wheel sticking up in the center of the car so that driving it might feel like driving a mini tractor. It’s open-top, though. There’s no roof at all so it’d be no use on a night like tonight.

The rain outside seems to be coming down even harder, but the atmosphere inside of the store remains peaceful and unchanging. Every so often, Hongjoong lets out a small “mmm” as if to express some sense of profound relaxation, and the pages of his unwieldly newspaper rustles as he turns them. Every now and then he regards you, from moment to moment, over the top of his half-moon spectacles, to check you’re not in need of anything before returning to his reading.

You move around the store quietly, occasionally picking up something and turning it over in your hands. Sometimes, you return to the raggedy armchair to rest, and contemplate your surroundings.

Each time you look around, something new catches your eye; a model ship, perhaps? Or a movie poster from the golden age of cinema, maybe a blonde teddy bear wearing a bow-tie? Whatever it is, you gaze at it for some time, wondering: 'Where has it been? Who owned it before? Has it lived a long life with many different owners? Has it travelled the world? Or has it been treasured faithfully by one person until now? And what journey might it be about to embark on next?'

"have you found what you're looking for?" Hongjoong places his book down lightly, his thumb holding his place. You hadn't noticed before, but Hongjoong had a ring on his thumb. It glistened slightly in the dim light of the shop. It appeared to cast a rainbow onto the wood of the desk.

"not yet" you'd reply "I'm still browsing a little"

A light smile decorates Hongjoong's face at your response, and he nods "let me know if you need anything" he says, and he returns to his book.

Moving further along the shelving, you notice a line of crystal bells. Overtaken by curiosity, you pick them up one at a time, holding them to your left ear to listen to the delicate chimes they would sound. You decided that this would be one of your purchases, picking up the one you deemed most beautiful and delicate sounding and walk to place it on the front desk.

"anything else?" Hongjoong would ask, his eyes lifting from the adventures in his book, this time using a long metal bookmark to save his place. He gazes at you warmly, picking up the crystal bell to wrap it in bubble wrap. The bell makes another delicate chime as he does.

"I think I'll keep looking... if that's alright" you respond. Hongjoong nods his head once, this time a small chuckle escapes his lips. Once again, he returns to his book.

A little way further into the shop there are some small brooch pins, all of varying shapes and sizes. Some have faces on them, some look like butterflies, there's even one with some tiny detailed scenery painted onto it. You pick this one up in your hand and carry it with you - this will be your second purchase.

There is just one more shelf in the shop, this one has some glass flowers the size of your ring finger laid out on it. Bluebells, Snowdrops, Lilies and Lupines, they are all delicately coloured in light shades of blue, green, purple and white. A small note on the shelf reads 'glass flowers, two for the price of one, will look lovely as a centrepiece'

You decide the Lupine and the Bluebell flowers are more to your taste and pick them up gently from their places. You have a lovely little vase to display them in at home. They will look lovely on your dining room table.

Hongjoong has already placed his book down, you notice he only has a few pages left to read. He has just finished wrapping your bell in bubble wrap and has prepared a small cardboard bag to place your items in.

"I'll have these as well, please" you place your new found items in front of Hongjoong. He furrows his eyebrows softly and lifts first the glass flowers to his eye level, twiling them between his fingertips and then the brooch, adjusting his glasses as though they could magnify the detail more. He smiles again and places the brooch in the bag, then wraps the flowers in bubble wrap as he had the bell.

"You have a delicate taste in antiques" He says, handing you the bag. You take it gently from his, a slight glow taking place across your cheeks.

"and you have a wondrous taste in books" you respond. Hongjoong bites the inside of his lips, perhaps slightly taken by your attentive response.

"perhaps we could discuss it over coffee some time?" he questions, his hand funding it's way to the back of his neck in slight embarrassment at his words.

"perhaps so" you say, feeling slightly bashful yourself. You see Hongjoong take a piece of paper and a pencil from the edge of his desk, he writes an address down on it.

Sunrise Cafe,

Saturday 14:35

Hongjoong xxx-xxx-xxx

He hands you the paper and you bow as you leave, taking your umbrella from the stand by the door, stepping out once again in to the rain.

If you've ever spent a rainy evening travelling down a quiet street looking for shelter, you'll understand what a blessing it is to come across a location like Rainday Antiques. It comes into view halfway between two houses. The lovely store with two large windows on either side of the entryway. The place has a dreamlike feel since the windows are divided into square panes and the glass in between the metal bars is just a little bit wavy. It has a warm atmosphere about it and the shop keeper Hongjoong is perhaps the kindest person you would ever hope to meet.

thank you for reading, i hope this ambience story has left you calm — have a wonderful day ~

taglist: @hwahawt @yungisstar1117-writes @sxndmemes @dogsongy

[petitemingi]

─ ੈ༊ [𝟐𝟑:𝟎𝟗]

Wooyoung gasps as you hit him in the face with a pillow. You'd been having a sleepover while your friends were out of town and much to your delight, everything seemed to be going well.

"___! one scratch on my face and I can sue!!"

He hits you with his own pillow, an uproar of giggles and uncontrollable laughing echoes around the room, feathers fluttering down from the ceiling as yet another pillow bursts open; a small price to pay for the hours of laughter the two of you shared.

[petitemingi]

─ ੈ༊ songs that remind me of ateez 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 3

《 part two here

↳ 𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂 — northern light by joohyo: 'northern light is shining as the demons are fleeing to hell, when fahrenheit is cruel enough we don't want to go outside, you made it, you found me imade it, i found you northern light is shining northern light is shining on you'

↳ 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈 — goodnight by jeong sewoon: 'we went through so much we fought so much we made up so many times now we don’t have to stay up at night worrying anymore now have a peaceful, good night'

↳ 𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐 — kind by shinee: 'the time when I was you, the time when you were me. when the seasons were shaking you were next to me, you’re kind. i may lose my way and wander but in the end, i found you. i think i know everything now. the blank spot that was always left unfilled, it’s now the time to write the answer'

↳ 𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈 — be your enemy by taemin: 'close your eyes if you're tired, lean on me for a second. the tiredness talking to yourself in your head even if there is no sound, it reaches my heart'

↳ 𝒔𝒂𝒏 — like a star by doyoung: 'like a star please always be by my side like the stars that light up the dark night always shine brightly by my side like a star please smile brightly when you look at me you are so precious to me always stay by my side'

↳ 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 — starlight by herd: 'if you take me faraway i′ll stay by your side when was the sunset of last summer shall we come closer if you take me faraway i'll stay by your side look at the stars look at the stars'

↳ 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 — take by jus2: 'nothing, no one can replace you istill need you take my heart that i saved for you take away the time that hurt you don’t be afraid iwant you hold my hand'

↳ 𝒋𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐 — comfort by jung in: 'the world has never listened to me before italk and talk but it only comes back as a soft echo when you knocked ionly remember trembling alone behind closed doors but my eyes opened at your warmth when you came and held me'

hi there! here are a few songs that make me think of ateez every now and then; please feel free to comment the songs that make you think of ateez when you listen to them ~

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i have decided that for every time i listen to answer, i shall reblog with 'bulleo bulleo' ~

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