SUMMARY: after the illegal hybrid ring you were in got shutdown you were put into a facility with other hybrids, a handsome man who was visiting said facility stumbles upon you and is infatuated by you, and it seems to have him leave his hand out to you with the promise that he will treat you right and give you a life full of love, comfort, happiness, you deserve. Only thing is not only will it be just himself but his other 7 lovers as well. Will you be able to let go past insecurities and let them in? Or will you push them so far away that they’ll see that ‘rabid’ hybrid you know yourself as?
RATING: +18
TAGLIST - CLOSED
GENRE: hurt/comfort, hybrid!AU, happy ending, fem!reader, suggestive, slow burn, raccoon hybrid!hongjoong, swan hybrid!seonghwa, golden retriever hybrid!yunho, doberman hybrid!yeosang, jaguar hybrid!san, wolf hybrid!mingi, fox hybrid!wooyoung, brown bear hybrid!jongho, black panther hybrid!reader, special feature coming soon 🤫
WARNINGS: drugs, death, fights against hybrids, lots of ptsd, mental breakdowns, panic attacks, rabid hybrid, injected with drugs, physical abuse, drinking, stereo types about social groups, suggestive, fxm, mxm, cursing, malnourishment, heavy trauma, more to be added….
WORD COUNT: 6k more to come
START DATE: march 5, 2026
END DATE: -
𖤝 CHAPTERS 𖤝
prelude | one | two | three | four | five | six | etc…
pairing: ateez x reader
au: 9th member | idol | poly | what if
genre: angst with no comfort
word count: 3.7 k
synopsis: now this house aint a home... no, this house aint a home
warning(s): break up! very angsty. what if ateez falls out of love with you. THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH MEB
that piece of me that never left, has much to see- to not regret
You don't know when it started, only that somewhere between touring and having comebacks, everything changed. It was like their love disappeared without a warning. And now, when they speak to you, the look in their eyes twists your insides. It isn't love anymore...
It's pity.
When Seonghwa asked you out after a recording, you couldn't hide your excitement. Finally, a real date with your lover. You came out dressed up, heart racing with anticipation, only for it to shatter the moment you two entered the same recording room. You should have known then. There were no compliments. no kiss. not even the usual door opening.
" yn... we should...we should break up."
The words barely finished leaving his mouth before tears burned at your eyes. You wiped them away harshly, almost angrily, refusing to let him see. You couldn’t look at him. Not when the embarrassment was already clawing its way up your throat, not when you suddenly felt ridiculous standing there all dressed up.
Dressed up to be discarded.
The realization hit so hard it made you nauseous. Your stomach twisted, anxiety crashing through your body in suffocating waves until it felt like you might actually be sick. Your ears rang, your chest tightened, and Seonghwa’s voice faded into a dull, distorted hum, words spoken to you, but no longer meant for you.
" i promise it's not you, yn. i just fell out of love, and you know.. i would still love to be friends with you.."
You stopped listening after that. Your head nodded on instinct, a hollow agreement to words that didn’t register. You could’ve been anywhere else, anywhere but here.
Your fingers betrayed you, picking at your skin, nails digging in as you wrapped your arms around yourself like that might hold you together. It didn’t. It barely slowed the shaking.
Your mind turned cruel instead.
Did you gain weight and just not notice? Did he notice first and decide not to say anything?
Had you laughed too loudly, talked too much, taken up too much space?
Were you too public with Hongjoong, too obvious, too careless, forcing Seonghwa to stand on the sidelines until resentment curdled into indifference?
Or worse, had you made him feel replaceable?
Had you texted too little? Asked for too much? Loved him in a way that felt heavy instead of easy?
Maybe this wasn’t sudden at all. Perhaps he’d been falling out of love for weeks, months, every smile forced, every touch an obligation, every “I love you” said out of habit while you stood there believing it.
You swallowed hard.
Because if he could fall out of love this easily, then maybe the problem had never been when.
Maybe it had always been you.
Seonghwa placed a hand on your shoulder, grounding you back into the room. You looked up, and whatever fragile part of you was still holding together finally gave way.
Pity.
That was all that stared back at you. Not love. Not regret. Just that careful, sympathetic look people give when they’ve already moved on and you’re the unfortunate thing they’ve left behind.
You jerked away from his touch instantly, your body recoiling on instinct, like his hand had burned you. Revulsion twisted through you, sharp and humiliating. Hurt flickered across his face, brief, startled, before he smoothed it over, already understanding. Already adjusting.
“Do you want me to—”
“I’ll be fine,” you whispered.
The lie trembled its way out of you, thin and brittle, barely recognizable as your own voice. You didn’t wait for him to answer. You couldn’t stand the way he was looking at you, like something fragile, like something finished.
You turned and walked out of the recording room, the door closing behind you with a sound that felt far too final. Your legs felt hollow, your chest tight and aching, breaths coming shallow and uneven.
It felt like forever before you reached the dorm. Every step dragged, every breath too heavy, like your body was already giving up on you.
When you stepped into the living room, the sight stopped you cold.
Your other lovers were sprawled on the couch, a movie playing on the screen, the same one you’d begged to go see. The one they’d turned you down for. Schedule issues, they’d said. Maybe next time.
And yet here they were.
Watching it without you.
The hurt stacked on top of everything else, sharp and sudden, stealing the little air you had left. Your chest tightened, thoughts spiraling faster than you could stop them.
Had they lied to you?
Had it been easier to exclude you than admit they didn’t want you there?
Was this how it started, quietly, casually, without a conversation?
The question lodged itself deep, ugly and unforgiving.
Did they fall out of love with you too?
Or were you the only one who hadn’t noticed you were already being left behind?
It was just you and Yunho in the practice room.
He was helping you with a move you couldn’t quite get right, one you’d never felt confident doing to begin with, not when they decided to have you partnered with Seonghwa. Not even a month had passed, and it already felt like they were rubbing salt straight into an open wound.
“Hey… can we actually talk, Yn?”
You froze. Your body went stiff, movements halting mid-step as you nodded slowly. Your breath was already uneven, chest tight as you tried and failed to steady yourself.
But it didn’t matter. Yunho stole the air from your lungs before you could find your footing.
“I know Seonghwa hyung broke up with you, and I…” He hesitated, just long enough to make it worse. “I was also thinking we should too.”
The room felt too big all of a sudden. Too loud. Too empty.
Another one.
You stood there, staring at him, the realization settling in with sickening clarity. This wasn’t a conversation. It was a pattern. A line forming. One by one, quietly and gently, they were deciding you were no longer worth the effort.
Yunho lifted a hand toward you, hesitating like he thought you might still let him.
You stepped back.
No words. No expression. Just distance.
The space between you felt deliberate, final. The kind that couldn’t be crossed without doing more harm. Yunho noticed, of course, he did. His hand faltered midair before dropping back to his side, the reality of it hitting him all at once.
And the worst part wasn’t the breakup.
It was the certainty settling in your chest that this wouldn’t be the last.
You sat at the dining room table, headphones on, pen moving relentlessly across the page as you poured your heartbreak out in ink. The music blared loud enough to drown out the world until something made you pause it.
You hadn’t even taken the headphones off yet when you heard it.
Your name.
Your breath hitched instantly, chest tightening at the sound of it. In the way Seonghwa’s and Yunho’s names followed right after, stitched into the same sentence, as if it were already common knowledge. Like it was already settled.
“They broke up with Yn… can you believe that?” San said, concern threaded through his voice.
Wooyoung scoffed softly. “Yeah. Seonghwa hyung said he fell out of love. And Yunho said she didn’t give him enough attention,” he continued, tone sharpening. “Which I thought was really rude.”
The words sank into you slowly, each one finding a weak spot you hadn’t managed to armor yet.
Didn’t give him enough attention.
As if love were something you’d neglected. As if this was a failure you could’ve prevented if you’d just tried harder, noticed sooner, been better.
Grabbing your notebook off the table, startling the two as they watched your figure retreat. They had a sinking feeling that things were going to change.
and it wasn't going to be for the better.
You kept your distance from Seonghwa and Yunho after that, not out of anger, not even hurt, but something colder. Detached. Like whatever tether had once existed had finally snapped, leaving nothing worth reaching for.
Instead, you clung to Yeosang and Wooyoung. Quietly. Desperately.
They became your refuge, not because they asked to be, but because they didn’t push. They didn’t demand explanations or offer reasons. They just stayed while you unraveled in pieces.
You cried into them until your chest ached, until your throat burned raw. Apologies slipped from your trembling lips over and over again. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’ll do better, I promise I won’t be like this for long, as if your heartbreak were something you needed to atone for.
And even as they held you, even as they whispered reassurances, a quiet truth settled deep in your bones:
You were learning how to survive by loving less.
You were asleep on Mingi’s chest, his hand moving in slow, absent circles against your back as he scrolled through his phone. He knew you’d been hurting ever since Yunho and Seonghwa had broken up with you so close together, leaving barely any time to breathe between losses.
And with that weight sitting heavy in his chest, the thought took root.
He wanted to break up too.
Not because of you, god, no. Never because of you.
He was so hopelessly, painfully in love that it terrified him. Terrified him that no matter how tightly he held you, how carefully he loved you, he would never be enough to fix what others had broken. That he’d only end up being another disappointment you carried quietly.
So he made the decision alone.
When you were overseas, busy promoting your new solo album, smiling for cameras, standing under bright lights with no one close enough to see the cracks, your phone buzzed.
Mingi’s name lit up the screen.
And with one message, gentle and apologetic and devastating in the way only love can be, he broke up with you from thousands of miles away, leaving you to read it alone, in a foreign place, realizing that even the people who loved you most were choosing to let you go before they could hurt you any further.
You called Hongjoong the second you shut the hotel room door behind you.
Makeup streaked down your face as soon as he answered, your reflection in the dark screen barely recognizable. He spoke softly, urgently, trying to soothe you, grounding words spilling from him like they could hold you together if he just said the right thing fast enough.
They didn’t.
You were hiccupping, breaths sharp and uneven, fingers clutching the edge of the bed like it might keep you upright. Every attempt to calm down only made it worse, your body betraying you over and over again.
“Yn hey, hey, breathe with me,” Hongjoong pleaded, voice breaking just slightly when you didn’t respond.
All he managed to piece together through the sobs was one thing.
“Mingi… broke up…,” you choked out.
And then
nothing.
The call ended.
Hongjoong stared at his phone, your name still lit up on the screen, the silence louder than anything you’d said. Half a story. No explanation. Just the aftermath of something that had shattered you mid-breath.
And somewhere, alone in a hotel room thousands of miles away, you slid down the door with your phone clutched in your hand, heart breaking in real time, with no strength left to explain it to anyone.
Months after you returned from your solo promotions, you went on hiatus. Quietly. No explanations that felt real enough, no reassurances you believed yourself.
You moved out soon after, putting distance between you and the boys like it was the only way to breathe without reopening wounds that never seemed to close.
Where you once cried into Wooyoung’s shoulder, where Yeosang used to sit beside you in silence and let you fall apart without questions, there was nothing now.
Just you.
You cried alone in your bed, the apartment too empty, too still. No familiar footsteps in the hallway. No voices bleeding through walls. Just the hum of the city outside and the weight of everything you’d lost settling into the quiet.
The loneliness wasn’t sharp anymore.
It was dull. Constant.
The kind that sank into your bones and stayed there, teaching you how to grieve without witnesses, how to hurt without reaching for anyone, because reaching had only ever ended the same way.
Alone. Again.
Jongho was the last one you expected.
Maybe because he’d stayed quiet through everything. Maybe because he never made promises he couldn’t keep, never loved you loudly enough to make you doubt it. He was steady. Careful. Safe.
Which made it worse when he asked to see you.
He didn’t sit too close. Didn’t touch you. He looked at you the way people do when they’ve already made a decision and are just bracing themselves to say it out loud.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly.
Your stomach dropped. Not sharp, heavy. Like your body already knew where this was going.
“But I think… staying would hurt you more.”
You waited for the explanation. For the but. For the reassurance that this wasn’t about you.
It never came.
He told you he didn’t know how to love you without watching you fall apart. That every time you smiled, he wondered how much of it was real. That he felt selfish holding onto you when you were clearly still bleeding from everyone else.
“You need time,” he said. “And I don’t think I get to be part of that.”
You nodded. Of course you did. You were so good at that by now, accepting, understanding, making things easier for the people leaving.
You didn’t cry in front of Jongho. You didn’t argue. You didn’t ask him to stay.
He was still talking, lips moving, voice probably gentle the way it always was but you couldn’t hear anything. The world had gone muffled again, like you were sealed behind glass. All you felt was numb.
When he tried to touch you, you stepped back on instinct. No hesitation. No apology. You opened the door and stepped into your apartment. Leaving Jongho hurt, worried, and still reaching for something you no longer had the strength to give.
You didn’t look back when the door shut between you.
Wooyoung stood in your kitchen, quietly cooking like he used to, like nothing had changed.
You sat on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself, watching the familiar shape of him move around the space that had started to feel too big for just one person.
It had been a while since you’d even seen him.
Messages you’d sent trying to make plans had gone unanswered. Weeks of silence stretching between you until you’d finally broken down and begged Hongjoong and Yeosang to send him over just this once.
One by one, they’d slipped out of your life.
You’d stopped talking to seonghwa, Yunho, Mingi, and now even san had quietly disappeared after Jongho left. like the last thread tying you to him had snapped, and everyone else had drifted with it.
The apartment felt heavier with that realization sitting in your chest.
Wooyoung set a plate down in front of you without a word, like he knew anything he said might shatter what little composure you had left.
And for the first time in months, you realized how quiet your life had become. not peaceful, not calm…
just empty.
The only sound in the room was the soft clink of utensils against the bowl, Wooyoung deliberately keeping his distance like he was afraid getting too close might break something fragile.
You both sighed at the same time.
You set your plate down, appetite long gone, eyes fixed anywhere but him as you pulled the blanket tighter to your chest, shielding yourself, guarding the tiny scrap of peace you still had control over.
“Yn-ah…” Wooyoung murmured.
You didn’t let him finish.
“If this is you breaking up with me too,” you whispered, voice thin but steady, “your things are in the closet.”
You stood from the couch before he could answer, already retreating, already preparing for the next loss like it was inevitable.
Wooyoung watched you go, something deep in his chest twisting painfully as he saw it clearly for the first time.
the cracks, the fractures, the quiet damage he and the others had left behind.
And the worst part wasn’t that you expected him to leave.
It was that you sounded ready for it.
Hongjoong and Yeosang exchanged a look, both of them silently trying to piece together how everything had unraveled so badly within the span of a year.
You used to be bright, so full of laughter, affection, and warmth that it felt impossible to imagine a room without you lighting it up.
Now, you felt distant even when you were right in front of them. Quiet. Guarded. Like something inside you had shut down and never quite come back online.
Your hiatus had started as a gentle step back, something everyone understood you needed. But months had passed, and the concern hadn’t faded, instead, it had grown.
Fans were starting to notice. Ask questions. Speculate.
And now even the CEO had begun asking what was going on, why you hadn’t returned, whether anyone had actually checked on you beyond surface-level reassurances.
The truth was harder to admit than either of them liked.
They didn’t know how to reach you anymore.
They didn’t know what words wouldn’t feel like pressure, or pity, or just another reminder of everything that had broken.
And for the first time since all of this began, they were forced to confront a terrifying thought: they might have waited too long to figure out how to help you.
“Baby, we’re just so worried about you” Hongjoong started softly, his chest tightening when he heard the faint sound of you sniffle.
“And we promise we’re not going anywhere ” Yeosang added, only to be cut off by the brittle sound of your scoff.
“They said the same thing when we first started,” you croaked, your voice raw, throat aching from the sickness you’d hidden from them for far too long.
Yeosang didn’t argue. He just turned quietly toward the kitchen, already pulling out what he needed to make you soup, choosing care over words.
Hongjoong stayed close, pressing tissues gently into your hands.
“We’re still trying to figure that out too, baby,” he admitted, voice low and honest. “But Yeosang and I… we still love you. We don’t have any plans on leaving.”
His fingers brushed your hair back from your face, the touch cautious, like he was bracing for you to pull away.
Instead, you leaned into it, just slightly.
You tried to blink the tears back, tried to keep them contained, but they spilled over anyway, hot and relentless.
You turned away from Hongjoong, hiding your face in your hands as the first sob broke free from your chest. Then another. And another, until you couldn’t stop them anymore.
Hongjoong didn’t hesitate. His arm wrapped around you instantly, pulling you close, his hand moving slowly up and down your back in steady, grounding motions as you cried into him.
Yeosang moved to the other side of you, his hand going to your lap. all you could do was cry. You cried like something inside you had finally given permission to break.
Months of swallowed grief, of forced composure, of pretending you didn’t need anyone spilled out all at once as you clung to Hongjoong.
It wasn’t just the heartbreak.
It was the relief.
The comfort you’d denied yourself.
The warmth you’d been starving for.
The touch you’d craved so badly but had been too terrified to reach for.
Because losing the others had taught you something cruel: that love could leave quietly, gently, without warning.
And the thought of losing the last two people who still chose you, Hongjoong and Yeosang, had been enough to keep you distant, guarded, half-present in your own life.
You’d convinced yourself it was safer not to need them.
Because somewhere along the way, you’d forgotten what it felt like to be unloved…and you were terrified of remembering.
When your breathing finally steadied, you wiped at your nose with the back of your hand. Yeosang quietly handed you another tissue, and you took it with a small, embarrassed nod. “Thanks…” you mumbled.
A heavy pause settled before you spoke again, voice small and worn.
“I’m sorry… for being so emotional.”
“Oh, baby…” Hongjoong murmured gently. “Don’t apologize. We’re here. Yeosang and I are still here. And we’re not going anywhere.”
Your gaze dropped to your hands, twisting the tissue between your fingers.
“That’s what everyone else said,” you whispered, voice cracking again. “And look… I’m all alone again.”
“Wrong,” Yeosang said softly, but firmly. You glanced up, surprised by the steadiness in his tone.
“You’re not alone again,” he continued, eyes warm but unwavering. “You’re forgetting Hongjoong hyung and me.”
“I can’t speak for the others,” Yeosang said quietly, voice steady despite the emotion behind it. “But Yn… I meant it when I said I love you. I don’t see myself with anyone else. And if that means still sharing you with hyung… I’m okay with that too.”
Your vision blurred again, tears slipping free before you could stop them.
“I love you, Yn,” he repeated, softer now. “We love you. Both of us. More than you think. So please… don’t push us away. No matter how scared you are.”
A hand squeezed yours gently, grounding you before you could retreat into yourself again.
“We’ll reassure you every day if we have to,” Hongjoong added, voice low but certain. “As many times as it takes for you to believe it.”
Your weight hit them hard enough that Hongjoong had to brace his feet, but neither of them faltered. Not for a second.
Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around your shoulders first, firm and grounding, one hand cradling the back of your head as if shielding you from the world. Yeosang followed a heartbeat later, his arms slipping around your waist, pulling you closer until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between the three of you.
You broke then.
Not the loud, gasping sobs from before, but the quiet kind. The kind that shook your whole body in tiny tremors, breath stuttering against Hongjoong’s chest while your fingers twisted desperately into the fabric of Yeosang’s shirt like you were afraid they might disappear if you loosened your grip.
they held onto you tightly, and you knew then that you’re still loved.
Yunho x Reader x Mingi, threesome, JEALOUSY and competition, double penetration, breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, 9th member au
"Something wrong?" Mingi feigned innocence, knowing damn well what he was doing.
"No…no…" Yunho took a step forward, his gaze tracing down the red mark on your neck. His fingertips slightly skimmed over it with a hint of possessiveness. "Your makeup is not removed cleanly y/n..."
Your pulse quickened as Yunho's fingers ghosted over the mark on your neck, the gentle gesture sending a shiver down your spine. He knew what that mark meant, he knew what Mingi had done, and his touch was a silent claim, a reminder that he was the one who had put it there.
Good Kitty
@skzdust
Wooyoung x Reader x San, threesome, Boxer San, pet play, leashed, dom/sub dynamics
Wooyoung’s star fighter, San, was performing well tonight, and based on how he’d been doing recently, you suspected he’d win. This would be a good thing for you, as Wooyoung would be in a good mood and might actually let you cum. Last time San had lost, you’d been edged for two hours.
“My good kitty.” He absently patted your head, scratching your scalp. You whimpered, and he finally looked at you, smiling. “You like being my good kitty? Excited to get fucked?”
“Yeah.” You whispered.
“San just needs to get one more good hit in and it’s over.” Wooyoung turned his attention back to the fight. “And then I’ll fuck you so good.”
Cabin Fever
@bananayuyu
Yunho x Reader focused, Yunho x Reader x Mingi, Seonghwa x Hongjoong, San x Ari x Wooyoung, threesomes, foursomes, member x member, Reader has medical issues, dom/sub dynamics, double penetration, voyeurism, cuckholding, pining, period sex, lots of kinks
Every year you and your high school friends visited your favorite cabin in the woods. It was cozy and old and probably too small for the seven of you; it was perfect for a summer get away. Each year you all saved up, and when the weather became too hot to bear in the city, you booked a week in the forest. The natural hot spring tub out back, the easy trails on the mountain behind, and the trees that occasionally graced you with their delicious fruit, made it your favorite place. Each and every summer you anticipated it with a giddiness that nothing else could make you feel.
Fall Into Desire
@chexxycheol
Mingi x Reader x Seonghwa, friends to lovers, threesome, sex competition, ot8 referenced, mostly oral
It was quite stupid, watching your two friends argue over who’s better at giving oral. They both sat on opposite sides of your apartment's living room going back and forth over this.
“Dude I told you I can make a girl cum with just my tongue” Mingi said to the elder, his eyes darkening trying to stay calm.
“Who do you think is better Y/N?” Mingi called out to you. You finally looked up from your phone giving him a questioning stare before shrugging and turning back to look at your phone, waiting once again for them to finish this petty argument.
“Why don’t we let our girl decide” Seonghwa suggested, looking at you.
come on, sannie
@yungistiny
Wooyoung x Reader x San, studio sex, threesome, double penetration, Reader is Wooyoung’s girlfriend, getting caught
He grinned wider. “You’re hot when you’re mad.”
“You’re a brat.”
Wooyoung closed the distance, fingers brushing your cheek, his other hand sliding down to grip your hip. “Yeah, but you love this brat.”
You hated that he wasn’t wrong. The moment his lips brushed yours, all that pent up tension twisted into something darker, hotter.
“You gonna yell at me all night,” he murmured, “or are you gonna let me make it up to you?”
Double Load
@sanjoongie
San x Reader x Seonghwa, porn star au, director Reader, threesome, double penetration, member x member
You looked pointedly at the female star, who was casually tying a robe over her skimpy clothes. You grabbed Seonghwa's hips, firmly pushing him up against the machine. “You’re the one in power. It’s taking two men to pleasure you,” You instruct.
You run the tip of your nose along the seam of skin that Seonghwa is flashing. “You’re enjoying yourself. You want to feel the heat of his skin against your tongue, like you could drink it off him.”
Seonghwa watches you with wide eyes. He’s a vet in the porno world but he’s never been manhandled like this before. Especially by the director of all things.
I'm Your Fantasy
@mymoodwriting
ATEEZ x Reader, vampire ATEEZ, human Reader, nightclub au, dubcon/noncon, gang bang, blood, bad friends
“Don’t scare our special guest now.”
An arm was suddenly around your shoulder, and you saw a somewhat familiar face. The drunk from before had come up from behind, a devilish smile on their face. You didn’t smell any alcohol on them, and they seemed completely sober and in control. They turned to you and you felt a chill run down your spine.
“So it’s her?”
“Yes. She won’t be any trouble if she’s sober. In fact, she might enjoy this all the more.”
“I guess you’re all set then.”
“I’m in full control now, yes. So why don’t we get ready for the show.”
Selfish Waltz: a dark psychological story about psychiatry, trauma, obsession, and the kind of love that is born in the wrong place and still refuses to die.
Synopsis: A prestigious institute that looks like salvation. Eight dangerous men treated like a living chessboard. A girl who studies the mind because pain has lived in her for years. Observation rooms, clinical notes, blood under the surface. And the terrifying moment when the one who is supposed to analyze becomes the one being read.
these are fics that have genuinely changed my brain chemistry. most are ot8/ateez ensemble.
the places between us by @written-in-flowers
HOLY SHIT! warning for anyone who comes across this, it is a HEAVY read. lots of content that may feel uncomfortable. oh my godddd the way i was screaming at the protagonist for making stupid decisions. honestly one of the best reads i've had in a while i won't lie to you.
clair de lune by @atzfilm
this series had me gripping my fucking sheets. it was so so good and i wish i could read it for the first time again. this one also has slightly heavy themes so warning to those who wanna read it.
into the aurora by @honeyhotteoks
lots of crying, sobbing, and even more crying. they all love each other so much, this is what i show to people when they ask me what love means. everyone is a ride or die here.
like a waltz by @justbelievinginmagic
i actually found this gem on ao3 (WE LOVE YOU AO3 🫶🫶). ateez are all red flags in this but i'm just like the protagonist, COLORBLIND ASF! not her fault though #letherdance. it's not completed yet but definitely recommend!!!
like the moon by @sunmoonjune
FREE BUG!!! SHE JUST WANTS TO HAVE A FAMILY!!! FUCK HER DAD!!! ateez clan are bug's ride or dies and i stand with them!!!
the answer by @berryunho
hongjoong is so fucking uncanny in this. every time he's up to no good i hear music from hereditary playing. ALSO FUCK YOU SAN!!!
in love and lore by @shadowynn
y/n helps someone and suddenly gets eight lovers, can we give her 5 big booms?
hotel california + paradise gardens by @mint-yooxgi
give me whatever the protagonist has (minus the people that are targeting her). 8 HOT lovers who would give me the world, genuinely love me, and got MONEY?? ladies, don't EVER settle for less.
not all that glitters is gold by @the7thcrow
TOOOOO GOOOODDD. i wanna give wooyoung a hug but also punch him.
pirate king by @chaseatinydream
the first ateez x reader i read and it was so beautiful. the lore the storytelling the world buildup was top tier and i wouldn't change a single thing about this. i love that the protagonist is her own character and while i love an x reader where i can imagine myself, this is so incredibly well made.
cat's cradle by @raincoreee
i have no idea when this'll update (i have hope) but sannie is a cat and reader is gender neutral!!
don't forget to support and show love to these amazing authors. may fanfiction never die 🙏🙏🙏
synopsis: "stay clear of that group, they’re nothing but bad news."
"but they’re the sweetest people i’ve ever met...?"
you’ve never had much luck. from a rough childhood to a messy teenage life, misfortune has always followed you around. you told yourself this was just how things were meant to be. nothing more, nothing less.
but when bad luck hits harder than ever and leaves you homeless, your quiet unlucky life turns into something more chaotic. then, a group of strangers step in to help you when you need it most. they’re kind, they’re protective, and they feel like the only safe place you have left.
the problem is... they’re also the ones everyone warns you about. the campus bad boys. cold hearted, untouchable, the kind of people no one dares to approach. yet with you, they’re different.
and the strangest part of all; you know them. you’ve seen them before, been with them before. you just can’t remember when or how.
they offer you a place to stay, a family you never thought you’d have. they’re all warm and welcoming except for one, who seems to have it out for you. feelings start to bloom alongside fragile friendships, and you’re left wondering if these people are truly your friends… or if they’re something else entirely.
Summary: Summer heat can drive anyone insane, but what if it suddenly drives you to ignore all the signs telling you not to do something? Because how can something so sweet be so wrong? Or, when (Y/n) spends the summer in a small town she hasn't been in since she was young, and she meets 8 irresistible boys who make her summer quite interesting.
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Warnings: Very suggestive, mdni, a lot of kissing, half the members being shirtless like all the time, a lot of teasing, nicknames, breaking and entering, trespassing, I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything.
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Summer vacation during your uni years isn’t always easy, sometimes spent in cities where you don’t exactly know anyone. (Y/n) was contacted by her aunt, who asked if (Y/n) could watch her house over the summer while the aunt goes on a vacation with her family. (Y/n) agreed, even getting a job at a nearby café. The town isn’t super big, but (Y/n) found it cozy.
Day 2 of watching her aunt’s house, (Y/n) goes out for a late-night drive, wanting to see the scenery under the moonlight. However, on the way back, her car decided to break down, refusing to start back up. Fortunately for her, two cars approach her, filled with eight very handsome guys around her age. They ask her if she’s having car trouble, to which she responds yes. They smile, saying, no worries, as they own the town's auto shop, they can help her out.
“Thank you, guys, I thought I’d be stranded out here all night,” “Don’t worry about it, cutie. I’m Hongjoong, by the way. This is Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Wooyoung, Mingi, and Jongho,” They all waved as their name was called, she smiled at them, waving back. “I’m (Y/n),” They hooked her car up to one of theirs, helping her tow it back to the shop.
Technically, the boys could have fixed her car within a day, but they were all drawn to her, wanting to spend more time together, so they came up with a scheme, tricking her into believing the repairs were going to take longer, maybe even up to a month, but she didn’t have to worry, they can be her personal drivers in the meantime.
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The next day, after driving her home. Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho, and San show up at her house, as she had said, she needed to drive to the town’s laundry mat to wash a bunch of clothes. So here they were, ready to help her out. The summer sun was blazing down on them, and everyone had a small layer of sweat on their faces.
While (Y/n) is loading the machines with her clothes, Hongjoong says that he, Yunho, and San would go to the café next door and get something cold to drink. This left her alone with Seonghwa for a while, and he didn’t miss the chance, to get to know her, more intimately.
He walked up closer to her, trapping her against a wall, leaning in close, whispering in her ear, “You look very sweet, did you know that? It’s hard to resist wanting a taste,” (Y/n) would be dumb to say that she didn’t find them hot, but was this really smart? Who cares at this point? She was just going to be here for the summer. “Don’t resist it then,” That was all it took before Seonghwa dove in, stealing a passionate kiss, more like a make-out session as their lips chased each other in the heat, the lights flickering above them, not even the electricity stood a chance in this heat.
They broke a part right before the others came back inside, with ice-cold lemonade for all of them. Hongjoong noticed the tension but didn’t mention it. Only handing the lemonade to (Y/n), pulling it back right before she took it, making her stumble a bit, “Sorry, darling, you’re just fun to play with,”
~~~
(Y/n) checked in on them sometimes to see them working on her car, Mingi, Yunho, and San, of course, doing it without wearing shirts, smirking at her as they noticed her staring at their abs, and they happily showed it off. Putting on a show for her. Mingi pulled her aside, with the excuse to ‘look at some papers,’ but the second they were in the office, he sat down on the couch, pulling her with him. She ended up straddling his lap, oh this was so wrong, but hey, do it for the plot, right?
“Like what you see, princess?” Mingi asked as he dragged his hands along her body, he was still shirtless, her hands lightly dragged from his shoulder, down over his sculpted chest, down to his abs, and back up. “Who wouldn’t like this view?” She responded, Mingi chuckled, pulling her a little closer, “Want a taste?” He asked as he looked between her eyes and her lips, but she didn’t respond. She leaned in, placing her lips against his.
The kiss was surprisingly more gentle than the one she shared with Seonghwa, yet still very hot. When they broke the kiss, (Y/n), got up from his lap, blowing him a kiss, “Don’t miss me too much,” Before she walked out of there, leaving him shocked and impressed.
~~~
Another night, someone suddenly knocked on her door, she opened it, finding Yeosang and Jongho there, asking if she wanted to join them for an adventure, of course, she did. She grabbed a long sleeve before following them out the door, soon enough finding herself in an empty parking garage. In a shopping cart, being pushed around as if they were playing Mario Kart, it was scary, exciting, and oh so wrong. Tresspassing, hanging out with these boys, all of it so wrong, but why did it feel so right?
As Jongho pushed Yeosang’s cart away, (Y/n) found herself alone with who she had found out to be the youngest of the group. He seemed a bit more shy than the other two she had spent alone time with, but she didn’t mind taking the wheel on this one. She was intrigued, wondering if he tasted as sweet as he looked. This time, she was the one to pin someone against a wall, leaning in towards the boy. She noticed how he looked at her, “Want a taste, cutie?” Suddenly, the shy boy was gone, replaced with a beast who needed a taste.
His lips met hers in a fiery kiss, hands moving everywhere, grabbing at everything, hands in each other's hair, lips against lips, lips against someone’s neck, all of it a blur in the dark, only breaking a part once they heard Yeosang calling out, “That was amazing!”
~~~
The next night, the person who knocked on her door was Hongjoong, asking if she wanted to take a late-night drive with him, she expected a car as she stepped out, but was surprised to find a motorcycle. “I’m not getting on that death trap,” “Come on, darling, don’t you trust me?” “If I die, I’m gonna haunt your ass for the rest of your life,” “Deal, now come on, hold on tight,”
They drove around until Hongjoong came to a stop in the middle of nowhere, with only the moon shining above them. He turned around, facing her on the bike, removing her helmet, and his, “You look delish like this, clinging to me, did you know that darling?” “Stop toying with me already, Joong” “Fiesty, I like it,”
Their lips met in a hot kiss, fighting for who would decide the pace. Even though it was in the middle of the night, everything felt hot; it was hard to control themselves at this point. Hongjong gently bit her lip, winning the fight, controlling the pace. Switching from fast to slow, his hands feeling around her body, finding their favorite place to be on her ass, squeezing it every now and then. All until, the bike slightly trembled, moving to the side as they put all their weight to one side, it kind of killed the mood. So they returned to the town, back to reality.
~~~
Yunho visits her at work, one slow afternoon, asking for something sweet. What she didn’t expect was for him to turn the open sign to closed and pull her into the back. “This is wrong, you know,” She said, although her body seemed to scream that this was right, as her hands couldn’t resist reaching out, running along his tall, toned body. “Mm, I can always leave, if that’s what you want, sugar,” “Shut up and kiss me already, pretty boy,” (Y/n) jumped up, Yunho caught her, putting her back against a wall, as they kissed.
Their lips moving slowly against each other, Yunho’s hands holding onto her thighs tightly, trying to keep calm, not wanting to lose control completely. he pushed his hips a little toward her, both of them moaning at the contact, “Is that all you got, pretty boy?” (Y/n) teased as they broke a part for a second to breath, Yunho dove in again, this time kissing her with more urgency, holding onto her tighter, rolling his hips up again, earning another muffled moan out of the girl.
Their moment was broken by a knock on the front door. Someone opened it, calling out, “Hello?” “Shit, that’s the owner of the café,” (Y/n) said as Yunho let her down, she smoothed out her clothes, jogging out, “Sorry, Mrs. Kim, just had a bit of an emergency out back, but it’s all good now,” “Good to hear, (Y/n), well, you can go home now, I’ll close out,” “Okay, bye, Mrs. Kim!” (Y/n) didn’t hesitate to run back, pulling Yunho with her out the backdoor, laughing, never having felt thrill like this.
~~~
The next day as she went over to the shop, Wooyoung was washing cars outside, shirtless, as usual, in jeans, though they were drenched, and so was he. His hair wet, clinging to his forehead, (Y/n) had to fight the urge to run her hands through it, push it away. Wooyoung smirked as he saw her. She was wearing a cami top and jean shorts, it was too good a chance to pass up. He turned the water hose in her direction, spraying water all over her until she was as wet and drenched as he was.
“Wooyoung, you asshole, why?” “You looked a bit hot, thought I’d cool you down a bit, honey,” (Y/n) ran over, chasing him around a bit, “You’ll pay for this,” eventually she managed to catch him, as he sliped on some of the water, landing on the ground, without any injuries, she pinned him down by stradling him as he laid on the ground.
“Oh, in public, daring, I like it,” “Shut up, you snake, you ruined my favorite outfit,” “I’ll buy you a new one if you allow me to ruin it a bit more,” He said as one of his hands went up, lightly snapping one of the bands against her collarbone. “I know other ways you could repay me,” She said, leaning closer, her lips ghosting over his neck, then his jawline, then his lips, giving him just a tiny peck, before getting off him.
“Hey, come back, you can’t just leave like that,” He said as he began standing up, “Oh, can’t I?” She said, raising a brow, before turning around and walking away, swaying her hips to tease him. Wooyoung bit his lip, damn she was hot. Before running after her, turning her around, smashing his lips against hers, wet skin clinging to wet skin. Water drops falling from their hair, mixing in with the kiss. “You’re still an asshole,” (Y/n) said as they broke apart, slightly out of breath, “And you’re still sweet like honey,”
~~~
Yeosang knocks on her door in the middle of the night, waking her up, asking if she wanted to go on another adventure with him. Of course, she said yes because who was she to refuse a good time? He told her to bring a bikini, or better yet, not to, but she did. Yeosang brings her to a pool house, breaking in and bringing her to the rooftop pool.
They swim around for a while, playing around. She’s in a bikini, he’s in swimtrunks. They splash each other every now and then, chasing one another around. Until eventually, (Y/n) ends up pinned to a wall, sitting on the steps, Yeosang leaning against her, his eyes looking like those of a predator. Travelling over her body, his hands following, pulling her a bit closer.
“I’ve heard most of the others talking about how sweet your lips are, and I can’t help but feel left out,” “We wouldn’t want that, would we? So, why don’t you do something about it?” (Y/n) responded, curving her finger in a ‘come here’ motion. Yeosang moved closer, his lips ghosting over hers, but he didn’t kiss her, not yet.
Instead, he kissed her cheek, moving down to her neck, sucking on it. Whispering in her ear every now and then, his voice low and thick. Her hands dragged along his back, leaving scratches from her nails, but he didn’t mind. After a few minutes, he finally caught her lips, kissing her, their tongues dancing together like a flame dancing in the wind. Their moment was interrupted by the sound of security coming closer. “Fuck, come on, let’s run,” And so they ran from security in nothing but a bikini and swimtrunks, but they managed to get away, hearts beating fast with thrill and lust.
~~~
Another night, as she was cooking dinner, a knock sounded on her door. She went to open it, finding San on the other side, he was holding a bag filled with snacks and ice cream. He held it up, “Want some company?” “Sure, come in, I’m just making dinner right now,”
San joined her for dinner, and they ate, talking about their days. It was calm and nice. After eating, they moved to the couch, putting on a movie, and opening the snacks. Now, the movie was bad, boring, and (Y/n) could think of something she would much rather do than watch it. So she tried it out.
She moved closer to San; he didn’t move away, quite the opposite, he welcomed her closer. At first, she just leaned against him, but that didn’t stop the movie from being boring. So, she climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Oh, well, hello,” He said as his hands landed on her thighs, squeezing just a little. “Hi,” She said back, as she moved around a little, until she was comfortable on his lap, something that had him clenching his jaw.
“Careful there, darling, I don’t like a tease,” “But this is so much more fun than that freaking movie,” “I can’t argue with that,” (Y/n) moved around again, slightly grinding against him, he cracked his neck a little, in half annoyance, half intrigue. The next time she moved, he brought a hand up, cupping her jaw, bringing her lips down to his.
She continued grinding on him, as their lips moved against one another, tasting of ice cream and chips, the sweet and salty mix was intoxicating, neither one could have enough. This was way better than watching some boring movie where nothing happens.
(Y/n) knew just one thing: If this was how her whole summer was going to be, full of thrills and hot guys, she never wanted it to end, because this must be what heaven is like.
