#ateez fluff

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OH SHIT I BE SCHEDULING THESE MFS IN THE QUEUE WRONG. GUYS THE HYBRID AU IS BACKKKKKKK!!!!!!!

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Seonghwa goes on a date

pairing: owner!seonghwa x ??? c/w: fluff, mentions of sex I guess, not proofread a/n: WE ARE SO BACK WE ARE SO BACK WE ARE SO BACK WE ARE SO BACK!

The day Seonghwa sends y/n to Jongho's, it's because he has a date.

It's not unusual for him to go on dates, but considering how the last who knows how many dates have gone, he took a long break to build up his mental health again.

So naturally, after such a long time, he was nervous. Nervous not only because of that, but because the woman he was meeting today was beautiful.

There was a look in her eyes that he saw in all of her pictures that melted his bones, his stomach, his everything. When he found out she'd swiped right on him, he did not waste even a second in messaging her to ask her out, and to his delight, she seemed just as enthusiastic, saying that she would have asked him out if he didn't.

Now he was waiting in the restaurant, fidgeting with his clothes as he waited for her.

He was going to be upfront this time. San and Y/n were permanent fixture in his life, and considering how beautiful and perfect this woman already seemed to be, he didn't want to fool her or himself for even a moment if she wasn't accepting of his relationship with y/n.

But God. God, he hoped she was.

The moment he saw her, his heart exploded out of his chest. The way she walked was confident, and her smile was easy as Seonghwa stood up to greet her.

First he shook her hand, but when that felt too formal, she easily allowed him to pull her into a friendly hug.

"H-hi," he said, his nervousness charming her. "Hi, it's nice to finally meet you," she replied, her voice sounding sultry when Seonghwa was sure that wasn't even her intention.

He took her jacket, draping it on the back of the chair, and pulled the seat out for her, pushing it in as she sat.

"I want to be honest with you right off the bat," Seonghwa said, biting his lip.

His date raised her brow in a sexy way that made him hold back a groan. God, she was so hot.

"I told you I have two hybrids," Seonghwa said, fiddling with his fingers, and she nodded, "Yes."

"I want to be clear that I'm not in a relationship with either of them," he said and she tilted her head with an amused smile, "Okay."

"But my female hybrid, y/n," he breathed out, "And I'm telling you this now and not before because I really really like you and I wanted to see you at least once in person before you ghost me or decide that you might not want to be withme, so-"

"Seonghwa," her soothing voice cut through his rant as she reached over to grab his hand. His heart beat wildly in his chest as she looked at him reassuringly.

"I really really like you, too, okay?" she asked and he took a deep breath again, "So just tell me. I doubt it will be a deal-breaker, but I won't ghost you or decide arbitrarily that I don't want to be with you. I think you're a good person so far, got it?"

"If you don't want to be with me, I'd still like you stay so we can be friends and I'll still pay for your meal," he finished his spiel quietly and she chuckled, nodding.

"Y/n and I also have a physical relationship," he said honestly, and her brows raised. "She is someone who basically needs sexual intimacy to feel loved and show love, and I don't even think she really has a concept of romantic love, so I can tell you with my full honesty that it's not that kind of relationship, but... I do have an intimate relationship with her."

She tilted her head before a wide smile broke out on her face, her thumb stroking Seonghwa's thumb.

"I'm happy that you consider her needs in the way she needs them," she responded, "And that you cherish her enough to prioritize that when picking partners."

"It doesn't disgust you?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"Not even a little bit," she replied, "And if it's okay, I have a confession, too."

"Anything," he breathed, "If you can accept y/n, then you can say anything right now."

"You know I also have a hybrid," she said, now seeming nervous herself.

"Yes?" he asked slowly. "Yeosang is... he really tries, but he's not very good at interacting with other hybrids. He's had a harsh past, so he doesn't really enjoy going to heat hotels either because it reminds him of those times... so... I'm also there for him in that way."

She waited for Seonghwa to explode. Yes, he'd basically just admitted to the same thing, but she thought he might have double standards. However, her anxiety was quelled when he let out a breath of relief.

"Really?" "Yes." "That's all?" "You're not mad?" "Why would I be mad when I just admitted to the same thing??"

"I don't know!" she exclaimed, embarrassed, "Maybe you'd think it was different because I'm a girl and Yeosang is male!"

"I don't," he said firmly, though the smile on his face was kind and disarming, "It's actually a relief to hear that. You don't have a romantic relationship with him, right?"

"No, not at all," she said, shaking her head, "He's, at most, a friends with benefits and, at least, a roommate. He's not even my pet, really."

"Yeah, San is kind of like that, too," Seonghwa chuckled, "I'm glad... I'm glad, that's it. I'm happy."

"Me, too," she said, glowing, and Seonghwa could already tell that she was special.

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Crazy (For You)

pairings: mingi x idol!reader genre: fluff, one-shot a/n: I just wanted to post something so this is what I wrote like when I first started the blog, and I thought I'd write more, but I kind of like it the way it is!

You can only stare at Mingi, who's currently air drumming with pencils and engrossed in his own world, and wonder how this happened.

You honestly thought he didn't like you when you first met, and despite his assurances, you are still not convinced that he did. The cold stare he gave you when you'd knocked on the Ateez's dressing room door to give them your group's album had chilled your bones and you almost cried as you introduced your group. Thankfully, Hongjoong had come out to witness the introduction and thankfully accepted our album. (Mingi once begged Hongjoong to give it to him once you'd started dating, but Hongjoong refused).

From that moment you actually kind of feared him. You'd get nervous when he walked by, and if he noticed, he'd look at you weird. You couldn't hate him, not when he was visually exactly your type, but damn if you'd ever be caught in a room alone with him. You hadn't watched any Ateez content aside from the occasional music video or promo playing on a TV in a cafe, so you didn't know his personality outside of the cool and intense person he was when he was performing.

The day that image of him shattered was when you were in the MBC building, having just come out of the bathroom. Ateez was in the room right beside and Mingi was just coming out, the tone his voice high and scratching as he was complaining about Yunho not coming with him to do something. "COME WITH ME!" He screamed (similar to the way he yelled at Yunho for betraying him in that one show where they put flowers in each other's lockers).

He then turned his head, making eye contact with you, the weird idol girl he'd see around. He saw you stifled a laugh and immediately cover your mouth in shock before he went right back inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

When you saw him later, he avoided eye contact to an obvious degree, prompting Yunho to look in the direction he was avoiding, laughing animatedly and smacking his arm repeatedly when he saw you. You had been so embarassed that you avoided Ateez for a long time.

But for some reason, now that you had seen him to one embarassing thing, it seemed to happen all the time. You had literally witnessed him tripping over his feet as he passed you, his weird laugh when Jongho had said something while you were at the table next to him. You even watched him goofily do Hongjoong's hip movement from Crazy Form from the sidelines during showcase prerecordings as your group was up next.

Your personal favorite was when he was in the middle of a gutteral and goofy roar inside of his waiting room, facing the door as Yeosang was going inside. You'd just happened to turn your head in that direction, making eye-contact with through the crack in the door before that roar turned into a screech that was cut off by the door closing behind his fellow member.

The worst part was that every single time these things would happen, he'd somehow accidentally make eye-contact with you and freeze. You'd run away every time. He had to have hated you now that you kept seeing him in embarrassing moments. You figured you'd never talk to him for the foreseeable future.

"You have to take responsibility for me."

You looked at him dumbfounded when he'd approached you after you'd seen him miss the draw six times in a row when attempting to drink from a water bottle. "Huh?"

"Y/n, you've seen me in too many vulnerable positions and my honor is at stake. I don't think I'll ever be at peace knowing that a hot girl has seen me look like a bumbling idiot and she wasn't even my girlfriend."

"WHAT!?" "PLEASE, I'M EMBARRASSING MYSELF ENOUGH IN FRONT OF YOU. PLEASE GO ON A DATE WITH ME."

Mingi got scared as you laughed out loud at the memory.

"What?! What happened?"

"Nothing," you giggled, "I was just thinking about the time you first asked me out."

"Oh my god," he groaned, "Do not even speak to me."

"You know I thought you seriously hated me, babe."

"I did," Mingi admitted bluntly, and your mouth fell open. "Excuse me?!"

"There's a seriously thin line between love and hate, baby. I always thought you were hot and I hate hot people for no reason, they just make me angry. Then you saw me acting stupid with Yunho and I was so mad that this annoyingly beautiful woman saw me at my worst-"

"Your worst-?"

"But then I started paying attention to you and I was trying and failing to look cool in front of you but you never really made fun of me... you were always laughing and it was really cute and asked you out because I panicked."

"There is seriously something wrong with you."

"I know," Mingi sighed, "I am just crazy... for you."

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Prude

Summary: No sex until marriage was a decision solely for self-preservation, and all of your friends were on the same page... until they weren't. Now instead of your fantasies being your only exposure, your friends are making it much more real, and it has you rethinking your relationship with San. pairing: non-idol!San x f!reader c/w: a very very vulnerable conversation about sex; the word "violent" is mentioned, but there is no violence w/c: 3.3k a/n: This one is for the virgins out there. keep doing what you're doing as long as it is what you wanna do, even if you feel pathetic sometimes LOL

You were a prude. You could admit it without shame, very staunch in your decision not to have sex or anything adjacent until after marriage. It turned a lot of guys away, but for the better part, the guys who were actually worth it ended up staying.

When you met San, he fell for your frankness, your honesty. You fell for the way he showed love. You'd like to attribute the dynamic as the "he fell first, she fell harder" trope but there was never a moment that San made you feel like you loved him more than he loved you.

Especially considering that with that physique, he looked like he was built for sex. You almost felt bad for depraving him of it, but he reassured you that what he wanted more than anything was a deep emotional connection, and he was more than fulfilled by the relationship he had with you.

The only problem, though. Your friends who were also once prudes, suddenly stopped being prudes.

You should have expected it, they were a lot more adventurous than you, despite never caving in to temptation for so many years, but with the right guy and at the right time, they went for it. Some of them just got fucking married just to have sex with their partners because they were almost if not just as prudish as you.

No, you were definitely more prudish. With San at your beck and call, you wouldn't think that any of your friends would have lasted, married or not.

But now that they were having sex, you were the last one of the bunch that was still a virgin, and you kind of hated it.

You weren't a prude so much in the mindset sense as much as you were a prude in the sense of safety and security. You didn't want to be used for your body and left afterward. Not that you expected San to do that, of course, but the same way you would be basically giving yourself to someone by having sex with them, you wanted your partner to give themselves to you wholly, and since San wasn't a no-sex-before-marriage guy, as most guys were, you felt like taking that willing step to be obligated to you would make up for what you'd be giving to him.

It was complicated, but it was sincere. Your body was important to you, and the thought of not knowing whether or not you could be disposable was a genuine and consistent fear. It was different for guys, and while you could very well just do the same thing guys did, trivialize sex and your virginity in order to remove its power over you, you just didn't want to.

And for San that was okay. You'd had a long talk about it before you'd even started dating, wanting to be completely up front about expectations. Before that conversation, he'd known you as a prude, not in a derogatory sense, but he didn't expect you to be so forward with that kind of conversation without being in a relationship with him first.

Of course, you wouldn't have even considered having that conversation if you weren't seriously considering being with him for the rest of your life, but maybe he was surprised because he'd felt differently. Not about you, but about dating and marriage in general up until that conversation.

Now, you were confident that you were on the same page, and San knew better than to think you were so uncomplex as to just be called a prude.

But... because you had nothing in your own experience to talk about, all your friends thought you were actually a prude.

Truth was that you loved sex. It's always the least expected who are the freakiest or something, right? But it was embarrassing to talk about your theoretical knowledge when your friends were talking about their practical knowledge.

You were quiet as you listened to them talk about all the different positions their partners would put them in. "Did you know that my leg could go behind my head? Me neither!" "Oh my gosh, I scratched the hell out of him, and I felt so bad, but he said that he liked it!" "I couldn't walk the next day. I thought that shit was a myth!"

It was pretty... vanilla? Basic? It was basic stuff, and you'd imagined doing far more nefarious things with San in the comfort of your own bedroom and sometimes in the shower, but hearing your friends' real experiences... the emotional intimacy of it all, freaky or not... the fact that it was real made you sweat a little.

You imagined it with San, your nails raking over his shoulders, your leg being pushed to the limit behind your head as he...

Oh gosh.

You almost left the sleepover early, but you couldn't since it was so rare for all your girls to be together at once like this, but that didn't mean San didn't get an earful from you when they all finally went to bed.

Holy shit, all they were talking about was sex and I had nothing to contribute.

That seems right. Lol

I know this is self-inflicted, but damn. I went 20 something years without desiring it, but now that I'm the only one not in the club, it's kind of lonely out here.

You are cute. I could always help you join the club. I have a membership.

Haha, very funny.

I know you're actually laughing.

I am.

You were giggling at your phone when your friend looked at you dazedly, seeing your smiling face illuminated by your phone in the dark.

"You know, you are pretty smitten for someone who doesn't have sex," Your friend, unmarried, said to you sleepily.

You turned to look at her. "I think that's exactly why I'm smitten," you mumbled, putting your phone down and scooting closer to face her.

Without the light, you could just hear her tired hum and the sound of her breathing.

"I dunno, you seem like you got dumbified once or twice," she chuckled, and you scoffed out a laugh, trying not to be loud. "Where the hell did you learn that word?"

"You, stupid," she chuckled, "Why don't you just go for it? You see your future with San, right? Why not just give in?"

You didn't answer. It was for all the reasons you told San you didn't want to have sex in the first place, but... those were all worries that you had before him. You weren't worried for a second that San would leave you, he'd made sure of it.

"I don't know," You murmured, "I just- I don't know."

"Think about it," she said thoughtfully, "You know I was like you, but things change."

I don't. You wanted to grumble. You were annoyingly consistent to the disappointment of many men. As in love as you were, you'd never once compromised your morals for anyone.

And, yes, the way you felt with San surpassed the way you felt with anyone before, but was that enough?

You were in San's bed as he was playing a video game as the thought plagued your mind again. He didn't play often, but since you were so busy thinking, you didn't mind not having your mind read by him for a moment. Once he looked at you deep in thought, you knew he'd say something. He was very observant when it came to you.

"I enjoy watching the things I love," he'd said softly to you one day, his voice low as if trying to seduce you, knowing full well that it wouldn't escalate to anything.

He was good at that. He was good at allowing you to feel sensual intimacy without engaging in anything physical.

"You enjoy watching?" you asked him, your voice breathless, "What does that do for you?"

"I memorize every movement," he said, leaning closer, his lips a hair's breath away from yours, "every reaction."

"But why," you insisted, and there was a glint in his eyes as he said, "I'm studying."

For what? You'd wanted to ask, but he'd kissed you before you could. It was probably better that way. Despite the endless conversations about boundaries and consent that you'd had with him, you liked it better when these feelings were left unspoken. Something you didn't need to say, something just understood.

You didn't actually need to ask him what he was studying for. You weren't stupid.

It made you giddy to think about. Almost too giddy. Your body tingled with warmth underneath his covers as you giggled at the thought.

San's ears perked at the sound, not used to you acting "girly" so to say. You were usually pretty stoic, loving attention from him while you pretended he didn't exist. It excited him whenever he saw the slightest twitch of your lips at something funny he said, or the way your fingers twitched when you wanted something from him.

But giggling to yourself wasn't a habit you usually gave him the privilege of seeing. You weren't nonchalant by any means, but you definitely didn't emote much when you thought no one was looking.

He immediately turned to look at you and you covered your face fully when you met his eyes. He couldn't help but grin. You were too cute.

"What is my jagiya doing over there?" he asked, and in your giddiness, you couldn't help but let out another uncharacteristic giggle. San's eyebrows shot up in pleasant surprise as he leaned over your covered form, arms trapping you in place on the bed.

You attempted to roll away, but San simply laid down on top of you, his body pressing you into the mattress through the blanket.

You screeched playfully and he laughed as he wrapped his arms and legs around you like a body pillow as if it was just that and not his girlfriend in the mess of fabric he was clinging to.

You could feel him snuggle his face into the blanket above your head, and you couldn't help but wiggle, making him let up for a moment so you could pull the blanket down a little to be face to face with him.

He looked down at you with such admiration it made you want to cry.

This was the perfect man.

"What are you thinking about, yeobo?" he asked, his voice like a comforting hum.

"Nefarious things," you whispered like a gremlin and he laughed, his head thrown back, genuinely not expecting you to say that.

"Take this off," he complained lightheartedly, trying to pull the blanket out of your grip, you held strong, though you knew for certain he wasn't putting his full strength into taking it from you. Eventually, he gave up and collapsed on his back on the bed, next to you.

Satisfied with the outcome of your game of tug-of-war, you threw the blanket off of you to assume a similar starfish position to his, your head barely not touching his.

"Do I have to mentally prepared for whatever you're about to say to me," he asked, and you laughed again, "I don't know."

"Tell me what you're thinking about."

You were blunt. "All my friends are having sex."

He coughed, sitting up quickly as you continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Okay," he sputtered, "I'm happy for them?"

"We had this conversation like two days ago," you huffed.

"Yeah, over text," he grumbled, "Hearing your voice say the word sex always gives me shell shock."

You couldn't help but smirk in amusement when you looked at him, "What?" Your tone was that of intrigued disbelief.

"You usually talk about it so clinically, when your tone is relaxed and you talk about sex, my body doesn't know how to react," he groaned, falling now face first against the bed.

"Aww," you cooed, "Does it make you excited?"

"Yeah, a little," he grumbled, "Anyway, continue. Why are you thinking about your friends having sex."

"Ew, don't say it like that," you groaned, slapping his shoulder, and he laughed against the sheets.

"I don't feel left out of the club," you started, referring to the conversation you had the other day, then turned your head to look at him shyly, "but I guess I do feel a little behind."

"Behind?" he asked, brows furrowed as he got up to sit on his hands and knees, face above yours, "What are you talking about?"

"I dunno," you hummed, "I wanted to contribute something, anything, but it's a step that I haven't taken yet when I know very well that I could just..."

You looked him dead in the eyes as you murmured, "...ask."

"Yes," he agreed, "You could just ask and I'd be on my knees for you," he said, and you smiled pulling his shirt. He let you maneuver him to other side of you, laying down to face you.

"I am very well aware," you whispered, pulling his shirt so that you could press your lips to his. He grinned into the kiss as he intimately peppered chaste kisses on your lips. He eventually shifted to hover over you, his kisses deepening with the position.

You let out a content sigh, and he pulled away to look you in the eyes and put his hand on your face. His thumb stroked your cheek in a tender way that would usually make you squirm, but you decided that receiving his affection gratefully was more important than cringing away from him due to your inability to handle the erratic beating of your heart at the gesture.

"Are you seriously thinking about that?" he asked, "Having sex?"

"Don't act like you don't know I'm always thinking about it," you huffed with an annoyed but cute pout, making him kiss your bottom lip again.

You stretched underneath him, your arms reaching above your head as you continued, "But I guess hearing real stories instead of indulging in my imagination made me think differently."

"Is that so?" he chuckled.

"Yes," You said honestly. "Can I tell you something that I haven't told you before?"

"Like, a secret?" he asked, sitting up on his knees. You sat up with him, shaking your head, your hair cascading around your face in a way that had San's heart swooning.

"More like a fear?" you asked softly.

His brows furrowed in concern, taking your hand in both of his and massaging your palm with his fingers.

"Of course you can," He said, "What's going on?"

"Nothing, nothing," You reassured him, "I'm fine. But I guess..."

You let out a sigh, scooting closer to him. "I know I talk about sex a lot with you," you murmured, pressing your head against his heart, letting him wrap his arms around you. "I think I spoke about it so clinically because it allowed me to remove it from the emotions that can be associated with it, one of them being fear."

"Mm-hmm," He hummed for you to continue.

"The idea of it is so enticing," you admitted, "the ideal version of what it should be... but in practice, I've always felt that it was so inherently violent."

"Do you think I would be violent with you?" he asked and he felt you shake your head again against his chest.

"I think that's the only reason I'm starting to consider it more seriously," you murmured, "Regardless of consent, it's still a violation, a breach of my body. I think I've always been scared of feeling like that was the case in actual practice."

He squeezed you a little tighter. "Especially since I've never been with anyone, but you have... I don't hold that against you, but..."

"I understand," he reassured you, "It's different for you."

"In a morbid way, it's like... imagine if getting stabbed was a pleasurable experience," you said, and he couldn't help his chest from rumbling a bit in humor, "I'd still be the one getting stabbed, you know?"

"I see," he said, nodding his head. "And that's not even mentioning that sex, despite it being a pleasurable experience, can still hurt!" you whined, chin on his chest as you looked up at him.

"Y/n," he said softly, "I'd be abstinent for the rest of my life if that was what you wanted."

You smiled at him, "I know."

"So you don't have to be afraid," he said, running his fingers through the hair along your scalp, soothing you.

"It wasn't a real fear... just... something underneath the surface," You reassured him, "A fear that I knew would leave me with time or experience."

"But you'd have faced that fear alone if you hadn't told me," he murmured empathetically, "If I found out later, I don't think I'd take it well, knowing that you'd gone through that alone, even when I was right there."

You let yourself bask in his love and gentle words for a moment. You loved this man.

"I don't think you have to worry about it that much, anymore," you told him, "I don't think I'm afraid anymore..."

"And why the sudden change of heart?"

"If my friends, who were once like me, could open their hearts and allow the person they love inside... why can't I do that with you when I know that no one could ever love another person as much as I love you."

San's heart swelled at your words. "Y/n-" "I don't think I've ever felt safer with anyone else in my life, Sannie."

"You're going to make me cry," he murmured, turning his face for a moment and bringing his fingers to his eyes.

"Nooo, don't cry," you chuckled, reaching up to pull his face towards you. His teary eyes pulled at your heart and made your stomach swoop in a dangerous way.

"So, ultimately," you admitted, "I felt behind because I was so scared of sex that I didn't consider that the act would be with you."

He pulled away for a moment to playfully squint his eyes at you in suspicion.

"Then who's in your fantasies??" You barked out a laugh. "I was objectifying you in my fantasies. You were basically just a meat stick."

"Ah-" he cut off his own noise of understanding to make a face at you that you laughed at.

After your laughter calmed down he moved to sit back in his bed, looking at you seriously. "So, what is your new conclusion, then? What is changing or what do you want me to take from this?"

You were quite for a moment.

"We are going to get married."

If San had been in a relationship this long with any other girl, he'd have choked at the suddenness, but with you, he was not even slightly swayed. It was the expectation from the beginning that he was only more and more sure of as time passed.

"Yes," he confirmed, and you nodded your head affirmatively.

"Then... I don't see why that door has to be closed anymore," you said honestly, "So... if it ever happens that we are in that position... and we want to go further... I'd like to explore that with you."

San searched your eyes for any sign of doubt or unsureness but found none, and a smile broke out onto his face.

"That sounds good to me," he said, his arms outstretched for you to fall into them. You snuggled into his neck, leaning up to kiss the dimples in his cheeks.

"Wait-," San suddenly said, "Does that mean after we do it, you're going to go and tell all your friends?"

You pretended to think for a moment, "No." San stared at you, clearly not believing you before you grinned. "I'm going to go and brag to all my friends."

San's lips pursed, putting his hand on your face again, his thumb touching your bottom lip, "I like that."

"I thought you might," you hummed, satisfied. ------------------------------------------- Taglist: @ad0rechuu @spooo00oky @jaerisdiction @soso59love-blog @potatos-on-clouds @intartaruginha @hwasa28 @stacey-stonem @skersey33 @altxrr-ego @sunnyhokyu @sunnysidesins @that1sadgrl

[yuyueater]

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥 — 𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; Pictures I think Hongjoong’s camera roll would consist of.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; Hongjoong x Camera.

☆ — 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 0. ☆ — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Fluff + Smau. ☆ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : None.

♡ — 𝐕𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; @kissmatz @eggielix @miisanthropology @liaaaafixofff @chanscappuccino @eunseoksgirl @threepointstogrifendor @mingkisdoll @groovyravenagain @matznana @smuttaburger @barbtiny @yeosangholic1 @maliabobea15 @pyuddings @mourninglizzy send a ask to be added or removed!

A/N — I didn’t feel like writing, but I wanted to post. So here’s a little ‘smau’ I put together.

[hnjowlf]

hihi!! i’d like to suggest some mingi or hongjoong fluff where the reader is a music producer please :) thank youuu

✶ CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT

PAIRING: Mingi x Music producer!reader

CONTAINS: Fluff

SUMMARY: You and Mingi have kept your relationship a secret, with the studio being the only place you can truly be together. After ATEEZ wins song of the year, he finally reveals your relationship to the world.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thank you for this request ! I actually loved this idea and had a lot of fun writing this hehe hope you love it !

MASTERLIST

The ATEEZ members loved calling you their secret weapon. You were the main music producer behind many of their successful songs, you kept constantly moving between recording studios, vocal booths, and mixing rooms. It wasn’t uncommon for you to spend long nights at KQ.

However, most KQ staff didn’t realize that someone always seemed to arrive at the studio shortly after you did, it was Mingi. Slowly, it became a routine for the two of you, the studio would become your little secret. Not because nobody knew where you were, but it was the only place where Mingi could love you without having to hide behind stolen glances.

Once the studio door clicked shut and everyone else had gone home, Mingi would roll his chair beside yours. “You know,” he'd mumble while resting his chin on your shoulder as you worked. “I came here to write.”

“Mhm? You responded without taking your eyes off the screen.

“But then you looked too pretty.”

You giggled, shaking your head, hearing the cheesy line from him, “You flirt too much.”

“You blush too easily,” he leaned back, grinning.

That caught your attention. You turned to look at him. “I do not.”

He tilted his head just enough to catch your burning cheeks. “Sure.”

“Don’t you need to finish the verse you were writing?” you sighed before looking back at the monitor, trying to finish the first chorus of the song.

“Can’t I at least listen to the first few seconds?” He pouted. “I need some inspiration.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, “Fine, only a few seconds.” You handed him your headphones, letting him listen to ATEEZ’s upcoming song. You watched as he nodded along to the beat.

The moment the final note faded, Mingi looked at you instead of the monitor. “What?” You scrunched your brows. “Is it bad?”

“I don’t know.” He took off the headphones.

“Mingi!” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“I just like looking at you,” he admitted with a smug smile.

You were in disbelief. “You are unbelievably distracting.” You took the headphones from his hand to put them back on.

“And yet,” he smiled, “you’ve still produced another hit.”

You shoved his shoulder, earning a laugh that echoed around the studio.

Some nights were quieter. You’d still be editing vocals long after midnight while Mingi stretched out on the couch watching you with sleepy eyes. “You’ve been staring for ten minutes,” you noticed his reflection on the monitor.

“I know,” he yawned. “I missed you.”

You looked back at him, “We literally saw each other this morning.”

“That was in front of everyone!” He said, before walking over behind your chair, wrapping both arms loosely around your shoulders. “This is different,” his voice was softer now.

“How is this different?” you looked up at him.

He pouted, “I couldn’t kiss you all day.” he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in. “Let me make up for it now.”

Before his lips pressed on yours, you placed a finger against his chest, “What if someone sees us?”

He glanced at the locked studio door before looking back at you with a mischievous smile, “They won’t.” He redted his forehead against yours, your lips only a few inches away. “So.. can I?” he tilted his head.

Instead of answering, you leaned forward first. It was a quick kiss, yet it was gentle. When you pulled away, Mingi frowned dramatically, “That’s it?” 

“Someone could walk in right now.”

“Babe, the door is literally locked,” he pouted. 

“But Hongjoong has a spare key! What if he caught us? What if he tells the world that–” Your rambling was cut short by his lips pressed to yours. This time, it lingered a little longer.

Both of you pulled away breathlessly. “You’ve become clingy.” You rested your chin on his chest while looking up at him.

“I’ve always been clingy,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as his hand gently stroked your hair.

Award season arrived sooner than either of you expected. ATEEZ had been nominated for song of the year with a few tracks the two of you had poured months of restless nights into creating. You were backstage, with the other staff and the production team, watching the award through the TV.

Your heart pounded as the presenter opened the envelope. “And the award for song of the year goes to…” 

There was a brief pause, and then. “...ATEEZ!”

The arena exploded into cheers. The members embraced each other before making their way towards the stage. You and the rest of the crew were in disbelief and erupted into applause, congratulating each other for their hard work. 

The members finally reached the stage, Hongjoong thanked ATINY, the staff, the company, and everyone who had believed in the album before handing Mingi the microphone. He looked down at the trophy for a moment. “I’ve thanked the members countless times,” he began, “but there’s someone I don’t think gets enough credit.”

The audience suddenly went quiet. 

“To the love of my life…”

A wave of surprised gasps rippled through the arena.

“...thank you for always staying by my side every late night in the studio… every song we made…you always reminded me why I started making music in the first place.”

His smile grew impossibly gentle, “I hope one day I can thank you properly without hiding anymore.”

The crowd erupted. The rest of the members looked at each other with wide eyes before Wooyoung broke into a knowing grin, nudging Mingi.

The second the cameras stopped rolling and the members disappeared backstage, the hallway exploded into chaos. You quietly slipped away, figuring he’d be occupied for a while.

“Where is she?”

You heard a familiar voice as you turned around. You noticed Mingi stood at the other end of the hallway, the trophy tucked under one arm, looking over the crowd. Then his eyes landed on you, “There you are.”

Without another word, he ran to you. Staff instinctively stepped aside as he hurried straight toward you. The moment he reached you, his arms circled your waist and pulled you into a hug so tight you almost laughed. “Congratulations, babe.” You pulled away for a second.

“We did it,” he whispered, slightly out of breath.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “You finally got song of the year!”

He shook his head immediately, “No, we got song of the year.”

“Mingi-”

“I’m serious,” he leaned back just enough to look at you. “None of those late nights would’ve happened without you.”

Your expression softened, brushing a stray strand of hair off his forehead, “I’m still proud of you.”

He smiled before pulling you back into a hug, “I want everyone to know you’re mine.” He whispered into your ear.

“What?” 

His grip on your waist tightened. “I just can't bear the idea of anyone else touching you, of anyone thinking they still have a chance because they don’t know about us.”

Somehow, it felt like the hallways disappeared, it was just the two of you. Before you could respond, Wooyoung’s voice echoed through the hallway, “There he is!”

“I knew it,” Yunho laughed so hard he had to lean against San. 

“I told you he’d find her before he found us.” Hongjoong folded his arms with an amused smile. 

Mingi only scratched the back of his neck, completely unbothered, “I had somewhere important to be.”

You felt your cheeks warm, “Well, I should get going, congratulations again everyone!” You said before pressing a quick kiss on Mingi’s cheek. You waved goodbye to the others as you walked away.

“Can you two be disgusting after the photos?” Wooyoung groaned dramatically. Mingi chuckled in response, “Shut up.”

No matter how loud the world can be, whenever you’re with him, in the studio or anywhere else, it always feels like home.

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Well, we tried

In a way, you knew it was never going to work out.

Maybe you were simply naive. Optimistic, if you want to look at your current situation through a lighter lense. You could also say you were simply in love. Whatever hypothesis you tried to create, the outcome would always be the same: it didn't work out.

Mingi and you, that is. And idol and a normal person, as normal as it can get. Two people with a sea in between, different timezones and completely opposite lives. The only thing you had in common was how fast your heart beat whenever you managed to call each other. Besides the dearing affection and lovesick smile, nothing else connected the both of you.

You swear you tried to make that count. He did too, and you know it very well. Maybe love could overcome everything in the end.

Maybe it really can.

It just won't, not in your lives.

The love never faltered but the routine did. The phone stopped ringing and missing each other became a continuous truth rather than motivation. The gap became so big that no bridge was able to connect the both of you anymore.

You were still proud of him whenever you saw an ad with his face, it's just that you couldn't share his victories with him anymore. He still thought of you whenever he saw your favourite things, it's just that it wasn't possible for him to hear you talk about it for endless hours anymore.

It wasn't about will. It wasn't about love. It's just that, sometimes, you have to face things how they are instead of how you wished they were. Sometimes, you just lose.

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Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

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