» a/n: I have revived this blog four years (!) after abandoning it. I haven’t written fiction in so long, but I’ve missed it so much. Hope you enjoy!
» genre: romance, (mentions of alcohol)
» prompts: 11. “We could get arrested for this.” & 23. “We have to be quiet.”
“Where are they?” you think to yourself. Your friends convinced you to come to the opening of a new night club in town, but now you can’t find any of them. After searching for ten minutes, you decide to take a seat at the bar. While it was filled with people in line only an hour ago, most of them had now dispersed to the dancefloor or the booths. The bass from the loud music is ringing in your ears, and the flashing lights are starting to trigger a headache. Going out on a Friday night used to be a given a few years ago, but now that you have a 9-5 the exhaustion from the work week is hitting you harder than you expected. You lean your head in your hands, rubbing your temples in hopes of preventing the headache you feel coming on.
“You okay?” You look up to see where the voice was coming from. It was the bartender.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a long week, and I got separated from my friends.” You answer him. He pours you a glass of water and gently slides it across the bar counter.
“For your head.” He says with a faint smile. You happily accept the glass and start drinking from it. This night was the first time your entire friend group were able to hang out together in ages. Everyone’s schedules are tight, and you often have to plan many weeks in advance in order to make it work for everyone. The only person you see on a regular basis is Wooyoung, who always seems to have time to hang out at the same time as you. You’re only free on Wednesdays between 5 and 7? “Great, we’ll have dinner!” Wooyoung will say. When you are too tired to go out in the weekends, Wooyoung will insist on having a movie night where he brings pizza and a bunch of snacks to your place. One time he had even spent an entire Sunday with you while you were running errands and cleaning your apartment for the coming week. He was just happy to be there.
There is that feeling again. You feel a rush of blood to your head as you think about him. Deep down, you know you are in denial about not seeing him as more than a friend. It snuck up on you, first when he came over one morning with coffee and pastries a morning after a long night of partying. Then, when he insisted you could put your head on his lap during one of your movie nights, gently stroking your hair the entire time. The last moment, which was also the first time you visibly blushed in front of him, was when he kissed your cheek goodbye after hanging out together. You remember the moment vividly. You clutching your cheek, and Wooyoung himself looking shocked over what he had just done. You stood there for a few seconds in silence, frozen, simply staring at each other. As you’re deep in thought, you see a familiar face entering your field of vision.
“There you are!” Wooyoung exclaims excitedly. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
“I could say the same thing.” You admit. “I searched for you guys for a while before just giving up and setting up camp here. I’m considering leaving soon though, this place is a bit much for me right now.” You continue, feeling slightly apologetic as Wooyoung had been really excited the whole group to go out together tonight. Wooyoung leans on the bar with one arm, letting out a slight sigh.
“You know what, let’s get out of here. I want to show you something.” He says, grabbing your hand and pulling you on your feet. You gladly follow him, thinking that any place is better than here. Your cheeks grow warm again as he intertwines his fingers with yours, leading you through the crowd and out of the club.
“Where are we going?” You ask.
“It’s not far, just trust me.”
Ten minutes later, you’re in a dark street of a calm neighbourhood at the edge of the city.
“How much further?” Your feet are killing you. You knew it wouldn’t be a great idea to wear your new shoes on a night out, but you hadn’t expected to be walking up several hills tonight either.
“We’re here!” Wooyoung is enthusiastic as ever as he gestures towards a big billboard sign on top of the hill. The billboard sports a person smiling brightly and the quote ‘For a fresher day’ in big letters.
“A toothpaste advertisement. Are you trying to tell me something, Wooyoung?” You laugh, not really understanding the excitement around the billboard.
“No silly, we’re climbing it.” He says, once again grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to the base of the sign. You stop in your steps, almost making Wooyoung stumble over his feet at the loss of momentum.
“You’re crazy. We’re NOT going up there. And you know I’m scared of heights!” Wooyoung shushes you before you get to protest more, covering your mouth with his hand.
“We have to be quiet, or else we’ll get caught. And the view from the top is worth it, I promise.” Wooyoung tries to convince you. You look up at the billboard in front of you, sceptical if you can do this, even for him. Realistically, it probably wasn’t higher than about 5 metres up in the air, but the length of the ladder up to the platform still freaked you out. You snapped back to reality when Wooyoung grabbed your face with both hands, demanding eye contact.
“Do you trust me?” He asks. It takes you a few seconds to register what he is saying. You cannot help but being distracted by his touch, how he’s looking at you so warmly, yet seriously.
“Yes, I trust you.” Wooyoung lets go of your face, gesturing for you to get on the ladder.
“You first. That way, if you fall, I’ll soften the blow.” You gently slap his chest at his self-sacrifice but do as he says.
“We could get arrested for this, you know.” You remark as you start climbing the ladder. Wooyoung lets out a “tsk” before answering:
“You really think the police is worrying about two people trespassing onto a billboard sign when it’s a Friday night? They have more important things to do, like arresting drunk drivers and shutting down parties where there’s underage drinking.” You need to admit that he has a point. Two people climbing a billboard is probably the least of the police’s concerns right now.
You finally make it to the top and find yourself in complete awe at the view. You’re certain you can see the entire city from this place. The flickering lights from the party district is reflecting so beautifully on the river. For a moment you almost forget how high up you are. That is until you look down at your feet. You immediately get scared and take a few steps back, your back crashing into the toothpaste tube on the billboard as you slide down onto your butt. Before you know it Wooyoung is sitting next to you, gently stroking your arm to comfort you.
“You good?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. I just got a bit spooked that’s all.” You admit. A smile forms on your face as your eyes meet Wooyoung’s once more. You loved his ability to immediately calm you down in situations like these.
“What do you think?” He asks, pointing to the view. You look away from him and towards the city.
“It’s beautiful.” You say, not only talking about the view, but also the moment. Despite a rough start, you suddenly can’t help but think that the night can’t get more perfect than this.
“You’re beautiful.” Your attention shifts back to the man by your side. Had you heard correctly?
“What?” You ask, only to confirm that his words weren’t a figment of your imagination.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” It’s not possible for you to hide your emotions anymore. You’re certain that the corners of your mouth must reach your ears at this point. A smile is slowly forming on Wooyoung’s face as well as he sees your reaction to his words.
“Kiss me.” It was meant to come out as a question, but hearing your own tone it almost comes across as a demand instead. Despite this, Wooyoung obeys, closing the gap between the two of you. You feel the hairs on your neck stand up as his lips meet yours and feel the warmth from his face against yours. This first kiss is exactly like in the movies - romantic, intimate, genuine and-
“Hey, get down from there!” You feel a sharp light shine in your face. As you break the kiss, you see a very angry policeman at the bottom of the ladder.
“Oh, we’re so screwed.” You say, quickly getting up and heading towards the ladder to get down.
“Worth it.” Wooyoung says proudly, earning another gentle slap to the chest from you. But you did agree. It was definitely worth it.
» a/n: I have revived this blog four years (!) after abandoning it. I haven’t written fiction in so long, but I’ve missed it so much. Hope you enjoy!
» genre: romance, (mentions of alcohol)
» prompts: 11. “We could get arrested for this.” & 23. “We have to be quiet.”
“Where are they?” you think to yourself. Your friends convinced you to come to the opening of a new night club in town, but now you can’t find any of them. After searching for ten minutes, you decide to take a seat at the bar. While it was filled with people in line only an hour ago, most of them had now dispersed to the dancefloor or the booths. The bass from the loud music is ringing in your ears, and the flashing lights are starting to trigger a headache. Going out on a Friday night used to be a given a few years ago, but now that you have a 9-5 the exhaustion from the work week is hitting you harder than you expected. You lean your head in your hands, rubbing your temples in hopes of preventing the headache you feel coming on.
“You okay?” You look up to see where the voice was coming from. It was the bartender.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a long week, and I got separated from my friends.” You answer him. He pours you a glass of water and gently slides it across the bar counter.
“For your head.” He says with a faint smile. You happily accept the glass and start drinking from it. This night was the first time your entire friend group were able to hang out together in ages. Everyone’s schedules are tight, and you often have to plan many weeks in advance in order to make it work for everyone. The only person you see on a regular basis is Wooyoung, who always seems to have time to hang out at the same time as you. You’re only free on Wednesdays between 5 and 7? “Great, we’ll have dinner!” Wooyoung will say. When you are too tired to go out in the weekends, Wooyoung will insist on having a movie night where he brings pizza and a bunch of snacks to your place. One time he had even spent an entire Sunday with you while you were running errands and cleaning your apartment for the coming week. He was just happy to be there.
There is that feeling again. You feel a rush of blood to your head as you think about him. Deep down, you know you are in denial about not seeing him as more than a friend. It snuck up on you, first when he came over one morning with coffee and pastries a morning after a long night of partying. Then, when he insisted you could put your head on his lap during one of your movie nights, gently stroking your hair the entire time. The last moment, which was also the first time you visibly blushed in front of him, was when he kissed your cheek goodbye after hanging out together. You remember the moment vividly. You clutching your cheek, and Wooyoung himself looking shocked over what he had just done. You stood there for a few seconds in silence, frozen, simply staring at each other. As you’re deep in thought, you see a familiar face entering your field of vision.
“There you are!” Wooyoung exclaims excitedly. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
“I could say the same thing.” You admit. “I searched for you guys for a while before just giving up and setting up camp here. I’m considering leaving soon though, this place is a bit much for me right now.” You continue, feeling slightly apologetic as Wooyoung had been really excited the whole group to go out together tonight. Wooyoung leans on the bar with one arm, letting out a slight sigh.
“You know what, let’s get out of here. I want to show you something.” He says, grabbing your hand and pulling you on your feet. You gladly follow him, thinking that any place is better than here. Your cheeks grow warm again as he intertwines his fingers with yours, leading you through the crowd and out of the club.
“Where are we going?” You ask.
“It’s not far, just trust me.”
Ten minutes later, you’re in a dark street of a calm neighbourhood at the edge of the city.
“How much further?” Your feet are killing you. You knew it wouldn’t be a great idea to wear your new shoes on a night out, but you hadn’t expected to be walking up several hills tonight either.
“We’re here!” Wooyoung is enthusiastic as ever as he gestures towards a big billboard sign on top of the hill. The billboard sports a person smiling brightly and the quote ‘For a fresher day’ in big letters.
“A toothpaste advertisement. Are you trying to tell me something, Wooyoung?” You laugh, not really understanding the excitement around the billboard.
“No silly, we’re climbing it.” He says, once again grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to the base of the sign. You stop in your steps, almost making Wooyoung stumble over his feet at the loss of momentum.
“You’re crazy. We’re NOT going up there. And you know I’m scared of heights!” Wooyoung shushes you before you get to protest more, covering your mouth with his hand.
“We have to be quiet, or else we’ll get caught. And the view from the top is worth it, I promise.” Wooyoung tries to convince you. You look up at the billboard in front of you, sceptical if you can do this, even for him. Realistically, it probably wasn’t higher than about 5 metres up in the air, but the length of the ladder up to the platform still freaked you out. You snapped back to reality when Wooyoung grabbed your face with both hands, demanding eye contact.
“Do you trust me?” He asks. It takes you a few seconds to register what he is saying. You cannot help but being distracted by his touch, how he’s looking at you so warmly, yet seriously.
“Yes, I trust you.” Wooyoung lets go of your face, gesturing for you to get on the ladder.
“You first. That way, if you fall, I’ll soften the blow.” You gently slap his chest at his self-sacrifice but do as he says.
“We could get arrested for this, you know.” You remark as you start climbing the ladder. Wooyoung lets out a “tsk” before answering:
“You really think the police is worrying about two people trespassing onto a billboard sign when it’s a Friday night? They have more important things to do, like arresting drunk drivers and shutting down parties where there’s underage drinking.” You need to admit that he has a point. Two people climbing a billboard is probably the least of the police’s concerns right now.
You finally make it to the top and find yourself in complete awe at the view. You’re certain you can see the entire city from this place. The flickering lights from the party district is reflecting so beautifully on the river. For a moment you almost forget how high up you are. That is until you look down at your feet. You immediately get scared and take a few steps back, your back crashing into the toothpaste tube on the billboard as you slide down onto your butt. Before you know it Wooyoung is sitting next to you, gently stroking your arm to comfort you.
“You good?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. I just got a bit spooked that’s all.” You admit. A smile forms on your face as your eyes meet Wooyoung’s once more. You loved his ability to immediately calm you down in situations like these.
“What do you think?” He asks, pointing to the view. You look away from him and towards the city.
“It’s beautiful.” You say, not only talking about the view, but also the moment. Despite a rough start, you suddenly can’t help but think that the night can’t get more perfect than this.
“You’re beautiful.” Your attention shifts back to the man by your side. Had you heard correctly?
“What?” You ask, only to confirm that his words weren’t a figment of your imagination.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” It’s not possible for you to hide your emotions anymore. You’re certain that the corners of your mouth must reach your ears at this point. A smile is slowly forming on Wooyoung’s face as well as he sees your reaction to his words.
“Kiss me.” It was meant to come out as a question, but hearing your own tone it almost comes across as a demand instead. Despite this, Wooyoung obeys, closing the gap between the two of you. You feel the hairs on your neck stand up as his lips meet yours and feel the warmth from his face against yours. This first kiss is exactly like in the movies - romantic, intimate, genuine and-
“Hey, get down from there!” You feel a sharp light shine in your face. As you break the kiss, you see a very angry policeman at the bottom of the ladder.
“Oh, we’re so screwed.” You say, quickly getting up and heading towards the ladder to get down.
“Worth it.” Wooyoung says proudly, earning another gentle slap to the chest from you. But you did agree. It was definitely worth it.
i'm gonna try to update my masterlist and other things on this blog to look a bit nicer and more up to date. so many people put on so much effort to how their posts look and it's kinda inspiring.
i also really want to get a smau up and running, but i don't want to start posting anything on it until things are thoroughly planned out and i figure out a schedule that works. maybe i'll do some small drabbles until then xx.
sooo i basically quietly abandoned this blog four years ago. i still have a decent amount of followers here, but i don’t know how many are actually active, so there might not be a lot of people who see this.
it’s strange because so much has happened since i last posted here, but i suddenly have an intense urge to write again. i looked at the things i had planned to do on here and found that i still think all the ideas are interesting. i was considering to make a new blog, especially considering i might want to write for other groups (as well as ateez), but since i’m still getting notes on posts on here daily - maybe i’ll just bring it back to life. x
helloooo - i’m doing okay. i’m kind of exhausted bc last week was super hectic and i just came home from work but yes i’m fine~~ 💜 hope you’re doing well too!
[3:03am] three hours. three hours, you had been sitting in the exact same spot staring into nothingness. occasionally you had unlocked your phone to scroll through social media as a distraction, but you ended up returning to the same thoughts 30 seconds later. you were thinking about him. the last time you saw him was three days ago. a friend of yours was celebrating their birthday with a grandeur party. one of the guests was the boy in your philosophy class whom you had shared glances with the entire semester. the past month he had started sitting next to you, every single time without fail. you discussed the material together at first, but after a while he started asking you about your life, your interests and your ambitions. his warm smile when you told him about your dreams was a sight not to be forgotten.
you talked at the party too. the whole night through. when the clock struck 4am, your friend was tired and sent everyone home. he walked you to your door. he sent you off with that same warm smile that he always gave you. you’ve been thinking about him ever since, burying your head in books and prolonging your time at work to avoid your mind to have space for him. it was no use at this point: all the space in your head was filled with thoughts of him. you could not help but wonder if his head was filled with thoughts of you as well. shaking your head to get rid of the false hope, you lifted your legs into the couch, burying your face in your knees. ‘there’s no way’, you thought. if he were interested, he would have made a move by now. you had to let it go.
just then, your phone started ringing. lifting your head, you read the name on the screen: choi san.
it took three rings for you to reach out for your phone, pick it up, pressing answer and putting it your ear.
“hello.” you said.
“hi, did i wake you?” he asked. you only now realised the time.
“no, i was awake.” you assured him. the other side of the line went silent for a moment, as if he were thinking, hesitating.
“can i come over?” he tried. you waited for a few seconds.
“please.” your words caused a sigh of relief on the other side of the line.
i’m happy you’re back! please, don’t worry too much. we are always here to support you and cheer you up!! i love your writings very much, you’re my favorite tumblr writer, and i’m pretty sure everything is gonna be alright :) if you enjoy writing, never give up!! no matter what! i love you💞💕💗
oh my god you’re the sweetest thank you so much 🥺❤️ it’s really encouraging to hear things like this. i really really want to sit down and try to write some ideas and maybe start slow with some small things to kind of get the feel for things again. again thank you ily 💕
uhm yes, hello - it’s me, sunsethwa - i have barely been active honestly... this entire year and i apologise for that, but i really really miss writing and i genuinely mean it this time when i say i want to revive this blog. i have no idea how to start doing this again and it’s honestly quite scary as i haven’t written in so long BECAUSE of being scared that i won’t be good anymore and then just more time passes and it gets worse you know. but i still am so freaking passionate about writing and i never stopped loving ateez with my entire heart so , well ,, hello again??? (also another thing is that i haven’t been apart of a tumblr community properly in many years so that’s a bit hard for me too ANYWAYS)
take your time sweetie💕 we will all be here ready for any works that you choose to put out💕 ps: there are definitely people still here for compulsion💕 uwu
🥺🥺🥺this is the sweetest thank you so much that makes me so happy 😭