Pairing: Ateez x Fem. Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 8.3k
Summary: You two are so obvious with your feelings: Kiss already!
Hongjoong
You and he shared a comfortable familiarity, often finding yourselves together at various events. He always sought you out as his preferred companion, especially when he had the chance to bring someone along. So, when the invitation to a fashion show arrived, his heart raced at the thought of bringing you. Typically, he would have to settle for a group member, but with everyone else tied up, he seized the opportunity to invite you instead.
As you journeyed together, a thrill coursed through both of you, seated side by side on the plane. Despite the fatigue weighing on your eyelids, the two of you couldn't help but chatting with each other. At first it was about the anticipation for the fashion show you both were to attend but eventually, it changed to the two of you talking about everything and nothing. The excitement of the fashion show paled in comparison to the joy of being in each other's company. The excitement of the event was merely a backdrop to the vibrant connection you shared, a connection that seemed to spark with every shared glance and playful nudge.
Laughter and whispered secrets filled the air as you talked endlessly, your voices mingling with the soft sounds of the cabin. You exchanged stories, dreams, and silly anecdotes, each word drawing you closer together. The hours slipped away like grains of sand through your fingers, the outside world fading into a blur as you lost yourselves in each other’s presence. Time felt elastic, stretching and bending around the warmth of your shared moments until exhaustion finally claimed you, leaving you both in a fit of giggles, your laughter echoing softly in the confined space.
The moments spent together felt precious, like rare gems that you tucked away in the corners of your hearts. Even the briefest of separations to retreat to your own hotel rooms felt like a cruel interruption to the magic you had created. Each time you parted, a pang of reluctance tugged at your heart, a silent wish that you could remain together, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s company.
By chance, the two of you reunited in the morning light, the soft rays filtering through the large windows and casting a warm glow over the bustling backstage area. The air was filled with the scent of hairspray and the faint hum of chatter as the makeup and hair team worked their magic around you, transforming the space into a whirlwind of creativity and excitement.
As you sat together, Hongjoong's eyes sparkled with anticipation, his gaze flickering between the mirror and the door of the dressing room. He was the first to complete his look, donning his fashion show outfit with eager anticipation. The ensemble was a striking blend of bold colors and intricate patterns, perfectly tailored to accentuate his figure and showcase his unique style. He felt a rush of confidence as he admired himself in the mirror, but his excitement was tinged with impatience as he waited for you to emerge.
While he waited outside the dressing room, an unshakeable restlessness settled in; his foot tapped a steady beat against the floor, a rhythm that echoed the pulse of his racing heart. His thumb mindlessly scrolled through social media, but the posts and notifications blurred into the background as his mind wandered. He found himself lost in thoughts of you, imagining how stunning you would look when you finally stepped out, transformed and glowing.
He pictured the way your hair would cascade around your shoulders, perfectly styled to frame your face, and how the makeup team would enhance your natural beauty, bringing out the sparkle in your eyes. The anticipation built within him, a mix of admiration and longing, as he envisioned the moment you would finally reveal yourself. Then as you emerged, Hongjoong's gaze locked onto you, igniting a warmth that spread through him like wildfire. He had always known you were beautiful, but in that moment, you radiated an undeniable allure that took his breath away.
Unable to resist the magnetic pull you had on him, his eyes roamed over you, taking in every detail—the way your hair cascaded around your shoulders, the sparkle in your eyes, and the way your outfit hugged your figure just right. It was as if the world around him faded away, and all that existed was you. Before he could think twice, the words slipped from his lips, raw and unfiltered: "You look so good."
The realization of his words hit him like a jolt, and he felt his heart skip a beat as he watched the blush creep across your cheeks, a delicate pink that mirrored the heat now coloring his own face. It was a moment suspended in time, where the air crackled with unspoken feelings, and the weight of vulnerability hung between you like a fragile thread.
Your eyes sparkled as you stammered, "You look great too," the words escaping your lips only deepening the blush on your cheeks. The moment hung in the air, charged with an electric tension that made your heart race. Hongjoong mirrored your embarrassment, his own face flushing with warmth, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You could see the way his eyes darted away for a moment as if he were trying to gather his thoughts, but they quickly returned to you, filled with a mixture of surprise and delight.
To an outsider, it was a charming scene reminiscent of two shy teenagers caught in the throes of first love—sweet yet slightly exasperating. The way you both fumbled over your words, the nervous laughter that bubbled up between you, and the way your hands instinctively found each other in a fleeting moment of connection painted a picture of innocence and longing. How could neither of you see that the affection you felt was clearly reflected in each other's gaze!?
Hongjoong extended his arm to you, and with a warm smile, you accepted it, feeling a spark of connection. Posing side by side for the cameras, you both struck a perfect balance—your outfits harmonizing beautifully. His ensemble, a striking blend of bold colors and intricate patterns, complemented your elegant attire, which featured delicate details and a touch of shimmer. Each piece was unique, yet together, they created a visual symphony that caught the eye of every photographer present. The flashes of the cameras illuminated the moment, capturing not just your appearance but the chemistry that radiated between you.
Seated together in the audience, you immersed yourselves in the show, sharing whispered comments and laughter that made the experience even more enjoyable. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the energy of creativity and talent on display. As the performances unfolded, you found yourselves leaning closer, exchanging glances that spoke volumes—each looks a silent conversation filled with admiration and delight.
Meanwhile, social media buzzed with excitement over your stunning photos as fans and followers eagerly shared the images that showcased your enchanting moment. The posts flooded in, each one highlighting the chemistry and style you both exuded. Hashtags trended, and comments poured in, celebrating not just the event but the undeniable connection that seemed to blossom between you.
That evening, you found yourselves in Hongjoong's room, sifting through a collection of photos captured by fans. Anticipating a flood of comments praising Hongjoong, you were pleasantly surprised to discover that most were directed at you, celebrating your beauty. The outpouring of affection was both heartwarming and a bit overwhelming. You shared your feelings with Hongjoong, who simply smiled, his gaze steady and sincere. "You truly were breathtaking," he replied, his confidence shining through without a hint of shyness.
As your gaze met his, warmth flooded your cheeks, igniting a spark in his eyes. "Did you catch the buzz about me in these pictures?" he inquired, eagerly presenting his phone, revealing the comments beneath the image.
"Everyone's watching him, but he's looking at her." The heat returned to your face, and Hongjoong's smile deepened, a knowing glint in his expression.
"Looks like we're both not so discreet about how we feel."
Seonghwa
Seonghwa and you were friends. You met with mutual friends, and your bond grew with shared experiences, late-night conversations, and countless inside jokes that only the two of you understood. Whenever time allowed, your group would gather, creating cherished memories together—whether it was spontaneous road trips, cozy movie nights, or simply lounging in a park, basking in the sun and each other’s company—each moment spent together felt like a treasure, a reminder of the joy that friendship could bring.
Yet, amidst the camaraderie, it became painfully clear to everyone else that you and Seonghwa harbored unspoken feelings for one another. The way your eyes lit up when he entered the room, or how he would always find a reason to brush against you, sent ripples of understanding through your friends. They exchanged knowing glances and stifled giggles, fully aware of the chemistry that crackled between you two. It was a delightful yet exasperating spectacle for them, watching as you both remained blissfully unaware of the love blossoming right under your noses.
Your friends often found themselves in fits of laughter, recounting the moments that highlighted your obliviousness. Like the time Seonghwa had playfully teased you about your favorite movie, and you had blushed, completely missing the way his gaze lingered on you, filled with something deeper than mere friendship. Or the way you would both get lost in conversation, oblivious to the world around you, while your friends exchanged exasperated sighs, wishing you could see what was so clear to them.
How you could overlook such a connection was a mystery that left them both amused and frustrated. They would often plot and scheme, trying to nudge you both toward the realization of your feelings. Subtle hints were dropped, and playful nudges were given, but you and Seonghwa remained blissfully ignorant, wrapped up in your own little world. It was as if you were two stars in a vast universe, orbiting each other yet unable to recognize the gravitational pull that drew you closer.
\With the shifting seasons and the passage of time, your friends became increasingly resolute in their mission to reveal the truth to you both. They orchestrated gatherings designed to bring you and Seonghwa closer, yearning for that elusive spark to blossom into something more. One evening, they lured you both to a party, claiming it would be a group affair, yet as the night unfolded, everyone else faded into the background, leaving just you and Seonghwa in each other's company.
Seonghwa stood patiently outside the bathroom, wanting to ensure you wouldn’t have to search for him when you finished. His heart raced when he caught sight of you peeking out, beckoning him to enter. As he stepped inside, the door clicked softly behind him, sealing them in a world that felt just a little too small for the tension that hung between them. His breath hitched at the sight of your dress, still partially unzipped, the fabric cascading down your shoulders and revealing a tantalizing glimpse of your skin. The way the light caught the delicate material made it shimmer, accentuating your figure in a way that made it hard for him to look away.
He fought to keep his eyes locked on yours, knowing that the moment was fragile and electric. His pulse quickened as he asked, "What's up?" His voice came out steadier than he felt, but he could feel the warmth creeping up his neck, betraying the fluttering in his chest.
You stepped closer, the air between you thick with unspoken words and lingering glances. "I was hoping you could help me with this," you said, gesturing to the zipper that hung tantalizingly low on your back. The invitation was clear, and Seonghwa felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks.
"Of course," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a step forward, closing the distance between you, and reached for the zipper. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He could feel the warmth radiating from your body, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
With each gentle tug of the zipper, he felt the weight of the moment, every nuance etched in his mind—the soft hitch in your breath, the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. He longed to hold onto this instant, to imprint the sensation of you against him, the air thick with unspoken tension. "All done," he murmured, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability as he completed the task. Stepping back, he was struck by how the distance between you seemed to pulse with an undeniable closeness, a realization dawning on him of just how close you truly were.
You must have been feeling it, too, because your cheeks had a faint blush. " Thank you," you said quietly. You turned to face him fully, and in that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of anticipation and unspoken feelings.
For a fleeting moment, your eyes locked, and without a second thought, Seonghwa's fingers grazed your cheek, his touch igniting a spark within him. The warmth of his hand enveloped your face, sending a shiver down your spine, a sensation that felt both foreign and exhilarating. Time seemed to stand still as you remained perfectly still, caught in the magnetic pull of his presence. He drew nearer, his other hand finding its place on your waist, fingers splayed tenderly, as if he were anchoring you to this moment.
The air thickened with anticipation, heavy with unspoken words and shared secrets, as he leaned in closer. His breath, warm and inviting, caressed your skin, sending a wave of warmth flooding through you. It was as if the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in this intimate bubble. He paused, his gaze searching yours, as if inviting you to bridge the final gap that separated you.
With a surge of courage, your heart racing in your chest, you rose to meet him. The world around you blurred into insignificance as your lips finally intertwined, a soft collision that sent a rush of emotions spilling forth. It was a sweet, electric connection, igniting a fire deep within you both. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened, fueled by the longing that had been building between you.
Every brush of his lips against yours felt like a promise, a declaration of feelings that had been simmering just beneath the surface. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace, and in that moment, everything else faded away. The worries of the world, the doubts that had lingered in the back of your mind, all vanished, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of being lost in each other.
As you pulled away slightly, breathless and wide-eyed, you could see the reflection of your own emotions mirrored in his gaze. There was a vulnerability there, a shared understanding that this moment was just the beginning of something beautiful. Exiting the bathroom, you were met with knowing grins and playful smirks from your friends, all too aware of the unspoken bond that had finally blossomed between you. With a shared glance, you brushed off their teasing and seamlessly joined the laughter, fingers intertwined, a silent promise of what was to come.
Yunho
Yunho had a soft spot for you. Anyone with eyes could see that. It was as if the air around you crackled with an unspoken energy, a magnetic pull that drew the two of you to each other. In your presence, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of warmth and understanding. Your eyes sparkled with a light that ignited something deep within him, a longing to protect and cherish you at all costs. He found himself mesmerized by the way you moved, the grace in your gestures, and the kindness that radiated from your very being.
You seemed to draw closer to him effortlessly, as if an invisible force connected your hearts, weaving an intricate tapestry of emotions that neither of you could fully comprehend. It was a bond that transcended words, a silent promise that whispered of shared dreams and unspoken hopes. Every glance you exchanged was charged with meaning, every touch a gentle reminder of the connection that blossomed between you.
He had a way of turning every adventure into a shared experience, always extending an invitation for you to join him. This bond led to countless moments spent together with him and the rest of the group. Tonight, as you all strolled toward a cozy Ramen shop, the air was filled with the enticing aroma of savory broth and the sound of sizzling ingredients. Laughter and chatter filled the chilly air, painting your cheeks with a rosy hue, a delightful contrast to the crispness of the evening. The streets were alive with energy, the glow of neon signs illuminating the path ahead, casting playful shadows on the pavement.
As the bustling heart of the town approached, the throngs of people surged around you, a vibrant sea of faces and voices. The atmosphere was electric, a blend of excitement and anticipation that seemed to pulse through the crowd. You could hear snippets of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the distant strains of music, all merging into a symphony of urban life.
Without a second thought, Yunho's hand slipped into yours, fingers intertwining effortlessly, ensuring you remained close to him amidst the crowd. His grip was warm and reassuring, a silent promise that you wouldn’t get lost in the chaos. Neither of you thought much of it, almost as if it was second nature that the two of you would cling to each other.
The remaining members lingered outside the Ramen shop, eagerly awaiting your arrival. As you and Yunho drew near, the first thing they noticed was your hands intertwined, not merely clasped together but fingers entwined, revealing the profound connection you shared. It was a sight that spoke volumes, a silent declaration of affection that seemed to radiate warmth even in the cool evening air.
Their playful banter erupted as you approached, a chorus of teasing and laughter that made your heart flutter. Wooyoung, ever the instigator, was the first to break the ice, his voice dripping with mock jealousy as he exclaimed, "Ohhh, you won't hold my hand that way!" His exaggerated pout and wide eyes drew a round of chuckles from the others, who chimed in with their own playful jabs.
You and Yunho exchanged a quick glance, a shared moment of amusement and embarrassment. As you both looked down at your joined hands, a warm blush crept onto your cheeks, realizing just how intimate that simple gesture truly was. It was as if the world around you faded for a moment, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of affection.
"Come on, guys, it's not like that!" you protested, though your voice lacked any real conviction. The warmth of Yunho's hand in yours felt grounding, and you couldn't help but smile at the playful antics of your friends.
"Yeah, yeah, we get it," San chimed in, a teasing grin plastered on his face. "You two are practically a couple now!" His words sent another wave of heat to your cheeks, and you could feel Yunho's grip tighten slightly as if he were trying to reassure you amidst the teasing.
"Just admit it! You’re both in love!" Mingi added, his voice booming with laughter, and the rest of the group erupted into a chorus of exaggerated sighs and swoons, mimicking the sounds of a dramatic romance.
You couldn't help but laugh along, the lightheartedness of the moment easing any lingering embarrassment. Yunho, ever the charming one, leaned in closer, his voice low and playful as he whispered, "Maybe we are." His teasing tone sent your heart racing, and you felt a thrill at the thought of being so openly affectionate in front of your friends.
Yeosang
Yeosang was known for his quiet and shy nature, so the friendships he managed to cultivate were very precious to him. However, he isn't very obvious about it. His gentle demeanor and thoughtful approach to relationships created a unique bond with those fortunate enough to be part of his inner circle. When he finally welcomed you into his life, you became one of those select individuals, a testament to the trust and affection he reserved for a few.
Among the group, it was you who experienced his quiet moments, those rare instances when he let his guard down and allowed his true self to shine through. In those fleeting seconds, you could see the depth of his character—the way his eyes sparkled with unspoken thoughts, or how a soft smile would grace his lips when he felt at ease. Together, you both enjoyed the peaceful connection that flourished between you, a calm refuge in the midst of life's chaos.
In a world that often felt overwhelming, your bond with Yeosang became a sanctuary. Whether it was sharing a quiet cup of tea, exchanging stories under the stars, or simply sitting in comfortable silence, those moments were imbued with a sense of tranquility that was hard to find elsewhere. You learned to appreciate the beauty in the understated, the way his laughter could light up a room, yet his presence could also bring a soothing stillness that wrapped around you like a warm blanket.
As time passed, the depth of your friendship grew, revealing layers of understanding and empathy that transcended words. You became attuned to his moods, able to sense when he needed space or when he craved companionship. In return, he offered you a safe haven, a place where you could be your true self without fear of judgment. Together, you navigated the complexities of life, finding solace in each other's company and creating a bond that was as resilient as it was tender.
On one of his playful days, Yeosang snatched your phone with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his cheeky grin hinting at the fun that was about to unfold. You watched, half amused and half exasperated, as he settled into a comfortable position, the world around him fading into the background. With a swift motion, he pulled out a pen and began to sketch on the clear case, his focus unwavering. The way his brow furrowed in concentration was endearing, and you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation for what he was creating.
When he finally returned your phone, he did so without a word, his grin still plastered on his face. You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, but he simply shrugged, as if to say it was all part of the fun. It wasn’t until later, when you absentmindedly picked up your phone, that you discovered his little masterpiece—a tiny cat, complete with exaggerated whiskers and a playful expression, perched adorably on the back of your case.
A smile blossomed on your face, chasing away any initial annoyance you might have felt at the sudden interruption. Instead of irritation, you felt a warm rush of affection. The drawing was simple, yet it radiated joy and whimsy, capturing the essence of Yeosang’s playful spirit. Each glance at that tiny cat transformed it into a cherished good luck charm, a reminder of the laughter and light he brought into your life.
Days turned into weeks, and the little cat became a part of your daily routine. It was there during late-night study sessions, comforting you with its presence, and it accompanied you on outings, a silent witness to your adventures. You found yourself smiling at it often, recalling the moment Yeosang had created it, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, and the warmth of his laughter echoing in your mind.
So, when the time came to upgrade to a new phone case, you felt a twinge of nostalgia. The old case had become more than just a protective cover; it was a canvas of memories. Eagerly, you approached Yeosang, your heart racing with excitement. “Can you draw something for my new case?” you asked, your eyes shining with hope.
He consented to sketch another portrait of you, but only if you reciprocated by decorating his phone case. As you traded cases, you felt a rush of excitement, knowing that this small act would create a tangible connection between you. He handed you his sleek, black phone case, its surface smooth and unblemished, while you offered him your vibrant, patterned one, adorned with colorful designs that reflected your personality.
With a sense of purpose, you set to work, each of you armed with markers and a shared enthusiasm for creativity. You carefully sketched a whimsical illustration on his case, a playful depiction of a cat lounging in a sunbeam, its tail curling in a relaxed manner. He watched intently, occasionally offering suggestions and teasing you about your artistic choices, which only fueled your determination to make it perfect.
In return, he took his time with your case, his brow furrowed in concentration as he crafted a delicate drawing of a blooming flower, its petals unfurling in a burst of color. You admired his attention to detail, the way he brought the illustration to life with each stroke. The atmosphere was filled with a sense of camaraderie, as you both immersed yourselves in the creative process, sharing ideas and encouraging one another.
As the final touches were added, you stepped back to admire your handiwork. The phone cases now bore the marks of your collaboration, each a personal tribute to the other’s creativity. It felt as though you shared matching phone cases, a symbol of your connection and the fun you had together.
Throughout his tour, Yeosang often found himself staring at the drawing you had put on his phone case, lost in memories of you. His fingers would trace the image, each touch evoking thoughts of your bright smile and the pain of missing you. On the days when you longed for him, you sought comfort in the drawing he made specifically for you, a gentle reminder of the bond you share.
As soon as he returned, he swept you into his arms, wrapping you in a warm embrace that felt both surprising and perfect. He rarely showed such affection in public, yet the moment felt too right to resist. You held him close, matching his intensity. "Your drawing is beginning to fade," he murmured, a hint of playful annoyance in his voice, and you couldn't help but grin at his concern.
You promised, "I'll make a new one for you," your heart fluttering at the thought.
San
From the instant San laid eyes on you, he felt an undeniable certainty that you were destined to be a significant part of his life. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together, weaving your paths into a tapestry of shared experiences and unspoken understanding. There was an electric spark in the air, a magnetic pull that drew him closer to you, igniting a sense of familiarity that felt both exhilarating and comforting.
San had a unique way of embracing friendships, pouring affection into every moment he spent with those he cared about. He had an innate ability to make people feel seen and appreciated, ensuring that you felt cherished and valued in ways that were both subtle and profound. Whether it was through a warm smile, a thoughtful gesture, or simply being present in the moment, he had a knack for making you feel like you were the most important person in the room.
You were no different in this regard; you reciprocated his warmth and kindness, creating a beautiful rhythm of connection between the two of you. Your laughter intertwined effortlessly, and your conversations flowed like a gentle stream, revealing layers of thoughts and dreams that you both held dear. It was a bond that felt natural, as if you had known each other for lifetimes, and with each passing day, it deepened in ways that neither of you could fully articulate.
His friends often playfully nudged him, suggesting that the bond he shared with you transcended mere friendship. They would exchange knowing glances and teasing remarks, hinting at something more profound that lingered just beneath the surface. They saw the way his eyes lit up when he spoke of you, the way his laughter became more vibrant in your presence, and how he seemed to carry a sense of joy that was unmistakably tied to you.
In those moments of playful banter, San would often brush off their comments with a smile, but deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were onto something. There was a flicker of hope in his heart, a whisper of possibility that suggested that what he felt for you was more than just friendship. It was a connection that transcended the ordinary, a bond that hinted at a future filled with shared dreams, adventures, and perhaps even love.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the undeniable chemistry between you both continued to grow. Every shared adventure, every whispered secret in the stillness of the night, and every fleeting gaze only reinforced the truth that your bond transcended mere friendship.
In this moment, with a light buzz from the drinks, you animatedly spoke about a passion of yours. He, equally tipsy, could only gaze at you with adoration, his eyes sparkling with admiration and something deeper, something that made your heart race. The way he leaned in, hanging on your every word, made you feel like the most captivating person in the world.
When your eyes met, the intensity of your shared affection was so palpable that it seemed almost comical to think you had ever believed it was just platonic. The air around you crackled with unspoken words, a tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying. You could see it in the way his smile widened, the way his breath hitched slightly as he caught your gaze. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you to this very moment, where the lines between friendship and something more blurred into a beautiful haze. The laughter, the shared glances, the warmth of his presence—it all coalesced into a realization that was impossible to ignore. You were not just friends.
San's fingers brushed against your skin, a desperate need igniting within him. The warmth of your body seemed to radiate into his, drawing him closer as if an invisible thread connected you two. The moment your cheeks nestled in his hands, he lost all sense of reason, leaning in to claim your lips with his. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a silent confession of everything he had kept buried deep within.
Time seemed to stand still as the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate bubble. The taste of your lips was intoxicating, a sweet blend of longing and affection that sent shivers down his spine. When he finally drew back, breathless and wide-eyed, rather than feeling any surprise or shame, he let his affection spill forth, showering your face with tender kisses. Each gentle peck was a testament to the depth of his feelings for you, a silent promise that he would cherish you always.
His lips danced across your forehead, your cheeks, and the bridge of your nose, each kiss a soft whisper of adoration. He could feel the warmth of your blush beneath his touch, and it only fueled the fire within him. The way your eyes sparkled with surprise and delight made his heart race, and he couldn’t help but smile against your skin, feeling as if he were the luckiest person alive.
“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with sincerity. The vulnerability in his tone made your heart flutter, and you could see the raw emotion etched across his features. It was as if he was laying bare his soul, revealing the depths of his affection in a way that words alone could never capture.
He pulled back slightly, searching your eyes for any hint of hesitation, but all he found was warmth and acceptance. Encouraged, he leaned in again, this time capturing your lips with a gentler urgency as if he were afraid to break the spell that had enveloped you both. The kiss deepened a dance of passion and tenderness, each movement a reflection of the bond that had been growing between you.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. The worries of the world faded into the background, leaving only the two of you lost in each other’s embrace. San’s hands cradled your face, his thumbs brushing softly against your skin as if he were memorizing every detail. He wanted to remember this feeling, this connection, forever.
Mingi
You had been one of Mingi's closest friends since he was young. Your mothers were friends, and they delighted in the happy coincidence of your similar ages. With a shared enthusiasm for nurturing this newfound connection, they frequently arranged playdates, filling your days with laughter and adventure as you both age.
To their delight, you and Mingi connected effortlessly, as if you had known each other for years. While he often presented a serious exterior, characterized by his deep voice and sharp look, a playful nature lay just beneath the surface. It was this hidden spark that made him a wonderful companion, capable of transforming even the simplest of moments into something magical.
As you both navigated the world of childhood together, your relationship flourished organically. The afternoons spent building forts out of blankets, racing toy cars down makeshift tracks, and embarking on imaginary quests became the foundation of a treasured bond. Each shared secret and whispered joke deepened your connection, creating a tapestry of memories that would be woven into the fabric of your lives.
As the years passed, those innocent games evolved, but the essence of your friendship remained unchanged. You supported each other through the trials of growing up, celebrating victories and comforting one another during setbacks. The laughter you shared echoed through the hallways of your childhood, a constant reminder of the joy that friendship can bring.
As Ateez soared to new heights, a shadow of doubt crept into your heart, whispering that your friendship might fade away. The whirlwind of fame and success often had a way of pulling people apart, and you couldn’t help but worry that Mingi, with his rising stardom, would become too busy for the little moments that had once defined your bond. The late-night conversations, the spontaneous outings, and the shared laughter felt like they were slipping through your fingers like grains of sand.
Yet Mingi, with his unwavering dedication, ensured that bond remained unbreakable. He was acutely aware of the pressures that came with his newfound fame, and he made it his mission to prioritize your friendship above all else. No matter how hectic his schedule became, he always carved out time for you, proving that true connections could withstand the test of time and circumstance.
He consistently found moments amidst his busy life to share with you, whether it was inviting you to the studio to hear his latest tracks or assisting him in preparing for an event, where you would help him choose the perfect outfit, laughing together as he tried on different looks. Those moments were filled with joy and a sense of normalcy, reminding you both of the bond you had forged long before the world knew his name.
Even in the midst of packing for an adventure, Mingi would pause to share stories and inside jokes, his laughter echoing in the room as he tossed clothes into his suitcase. He would look at you with that familiar spark in his eyes, reassuring you that no matter how far he traveled or how many fans he gained, your friendship would always be a priority. Each shared experience, each moment of connection, served as a testament to the strength of your relationship, a reminder that true friendship could weather any storm.
You stood just behind the cameras, captivated as he and the rest of the group filmed their latest project. The energy on set was electric, a whirlwind of choreography and laughter, with the bright lights illuminating their every move. Mingi, with his infectious charisma and undeniable talent, was a standout, his every step radiating confidence. You watched, entranced, as he executed each dance move with precision, his body moving in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the music.
When the break was announced, a wave of relief washed over the group. Mingi made his way directly to you, his face flushed from the exertion but his smile as bright as ever. You quickly reached for his water bottle, offering it to him with a warm smile. He gulped it down eagerly, the cool liquid a welcome relief against the heat of the studio. You could see the exhaustion etched in his features, the way his shoulders slumped slightly as he took a moment to catch his breath. It was a stark contrast to the vibrant energy he had just displayed on camera.
Without a second thought, you reached up to adjust his disheveled outfit, your fingers brushing against the smooth skin of his chest where the button-up gaped open. The fabric was soft beneath your fingertips, and you felt a rush of warmth at the intimacy of the moment. You carefully tucked the loose fabric back into place, your heart racing as you realized how close you were to him. Mingi looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with gratitude and something else—something that made your breath hitch in your throat.
“Thanks,” he said, his voice low and slightly breathless, sending a shiver down your spine. There was a moment of silence between you, the bustling set fading into the background as you both held each other’s gaze. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint smell of sweat and hard work. It was intoxicating.
“Anytime,” you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper. You could feel your cheeks warming, and you quickly looked away, focusing on the chaos of the set around you. But Mingi’s presence lingered, a magnetic pull that made it hard to concentrate on anything else.
Mingi’s expression shifted slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he broke the tension. “You know, if you keep looking at me like that, I might just get used to it,” he teased, his voice laced with a charming confidence that made your cheeks flush. You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and airy, breaking the spell that had momentarily enveloped you both.
“Maybe I just enjoy watching you work,” you replied, trying to sound casual, but the way your heart raced betrayed your attempt at nonchalance. He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting, and you felt a flutter in your stomach at the way he seemed to genuinely appreciate your presence.
The way his hair fell slightly over his forehead, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, and the way he seemed to light up the room with his presence—it was all mesmerizing. "I must admit, I enjoy watching you behind the cameras, waiting for me," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin. "Honestly, I just enjoy watching you," he says, his tone deepening with sincerity, causing your heart to flutter wildly.
In that moment, everything else fades away—the worries, the noise, the chaos of the world outside. It’s just you and him, suspended in a bubble of connection that feels both fragile and exhilarating. You realize that this is more than just a fleeting moment; it’s a promise of something deeper, something that could change everything.
Wooyoung
Wooyoung thrived on physical affection with his friends, relishing every moment spent in their company—whether it was draping himself over them, sharing warm hugs, or stealing playful kisses. His need to express love knew no bounds, and you were no exception. With you, he found joy in every gentle touch, always seeking a way to connect and share his warmth.
Every encounter with Wooyoung felt like a burst of sunshine, illuminating even the cloudiest of days. He had an innate ability to make those around him feel cherished and valued, and his affection was a language all its own. When he draped himself over you, it was as if he was wrapping you in a cocoon of comfort, a silent promise that you were safe and loved. His hugs were not just gestures; they were heartfelt embraces that seemed to linger long after he let go, leaving you with a sense of belonging that was hard to shake off.
Playful kisses were his signature move, a delightful surprise that could turn an ordinary moment into something magical. Whether it was a quick peck on the cheek or a teasing brush of lips, each kiss was infused with a sense of mischief and joy that made your heart race. Wooyoung had a way of making even the simplest interactions feel special as if he was crafting a world where love and laughter reigned supreme.
His need for connection was palpable, and he often sought out opportunities to bridge the gap between you two. Whether it was a gentle touch on your arm during a conversation or a playful nudge that sent you both into fits of laughter, he was always looking for ways to deepen your bond. In his presence, you felt a warmth that was both comforting and exhilarating, a reminder that love could be expressed in countless ways.
With Wooyoung, every moment was an invitation to explore the depths of affection. He had a unique ability to make you feel seen and appreciated as if your very existence brought him joy. His laughter was infectious, and the way he looked at you—eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth—made you feel like the most important person in the room. In his world, love was not just a feeling; it was an experience, one that he was eager to share with you at every opportunity.
Initially, Wooyoung brushed off his feelings for you, believing his playful affection was just his way with friends. Yet, there was something special about you, the only girl he treated with such affection. As time passed, Wooyoung began to notice the flutter of excitement that coursed through him whenever others playfully suggested that you were a couple. It was a feeling he couldn't ignore, a spark that ignited something deep within him. He found it endearing how you would blush, your cheeks turning a soft shade of pink, and how you would stumble over your words in denial, trying to brush off the idea with nervous laughter. There was something so charming about your reactions, and he couldn't help but stoke the flames of that sweet confusion by remaining silent, allowing the playful teasing to linger in the air between you.
Yet, despite the growing affection in his heart, Wooyoung found himself caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty. He was afraid of crossing that invisible line, of risking the beautiful friendship you shared. What if he misread the signs? What if his feelings were one-sided? The thought of losing you, of jeopardizing the connection that meant so much to him, held him back from confessing the truth that lay heavy on his heart.
Wooyoung had his arm draped casually over your shoulders, pulling you close to him. In a spontaneous moment, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, prompting laughter and playful teasing from those around you, suggesting that you two were more than just friends.
Wooyoung, ever the charmer, simply shrugged off their comments with a playful grin, his confidence unwavering. But you couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and delight at the attention. You shot him a mock glare, trying to mask your flustered state with a playful protest. "Why do you never deny it?" you asked, your voice laced with feigned annoyance, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you with a smile.
He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Deny what? That we'd look good together?" he replied, his tone teasing yet sincere. The way he looked at you made your heart race, and you could feel the warmth of his body next to yours, amplifying the butterflies in your stomach.
The laughter from your friends continued, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you. You could see the playful glint in his eyes, and despite your earlier embarrassment, you couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of what his words might imply. "You know what I mean!" you shot back, trying to maintain your composure, but the playful banter only made you more flustered.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Maybe I like the idea of us dating." The teasing lilt in his voice sent another wave of heat through you, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound mingling with the playful atmosphere around you.
As the teasing continued, you felt a sense of comfort in the chaos, knowing that whatever the nature of your relationship was, it was something special. You glanced at Wooyoung, who was still wearing that charming smile, and for a moment, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, there was more to this playful dynamic than either of you was willing to admit.
Jongho
You and Jongho shared a bond that was undeniably special, yet you both insisted it was merely friendship. It was a curious paradox, one that seemed to baffle everyone around you. To the casual observer, it was clear that there was something more at play, something that transcended the boundaries of platonic affection. The way you both gravitated toward each other, as if drawn by an invisible force, spoke volumes.
Whenever your eyes met, a spark ignited, illuminating the space between you with an electric energy that was impossible to ignore. Those fleeting moments, when your gazes locked, revealed a depth of feeling that words could never capture. It was in the way your heart raced, the way your breath hitched, and the way a shy smile crept onto your lips. Jongho, with his warm, inviting presence, seemed to understand this unspoken language, responding with a knowing look that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
Conversations between you were laced with a delightful blend of anticipation and bashfulness. Each word exchanged felt like a carefully crafted dance, a delicate balance of teasing and sincerity. You would often find yourselves lost in laughter, the sound ringing out like music, yet there was always an undercurrent of something deeper—a longing that lingered just beneath the surface. The playful banter, the shared secrets, and the inside jokes all hinted at a connection that was rich and complex, yet neither of you dared to fully acknowledge it.
Onlookers couldn’t help but notice the way you leaned into each other during conversations, the subtle touches that sent shivers down your spine, and the way your laughter seemed to harmonize perfectly. Friends would exchange knowing glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity, as they pondered when you would finally confront the undeniable connection.
It was a game of cat and mouse, a delicate dance of emotions that left everyone guessing. Would you ever take that leap? Would you ever dare to voice the feelings that simmered just beneath the surface? The tension was palpable, and with each passing day, the anticipation grew.
The tension grew unbearable until Jongho found himself cornered by his members, who insisted he confess his feelings for you. They had been watching him for weeks, noting the way his eyes lit up whenever you entered the room, how he would laugh a little too loudly at your jokes, and how he always seemed to linger a moment longer than necessary when you were around. Reluctantly, he admitted that his affection ran deeper than mere friendship, a truth he had been trying to suppress for far too long.
His friends exchanged knowing glances, their grins widening as they encouraged him to take the leap. "You have to tell her, Jongho! You can't keep this to yourself any longer!" they urged, their enthusiasm infectious. With a deep breath, he finally confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, "I like her… a lot."
To his astonishment, their excitement was quickly met with a revelation that sent his heart racing: you felt the same way. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, washing over him with a mix of disbelief and elation. Initially doubtful, he began to see the truth in their observations, recalling all the little moments you had shared—the way you would lean in closer when you spoke, the playful banter that always seemed to linger in the air, and the warmth of your smile that made his heart skip a beat.
Yet, when the moment came to face you again, his newfound awareness only intensified his shyness. The thought of confessing to you, of laying his heart bare, filled him with both excitement and dread. Instead of confidence, he became a flustered bundle of nerves, stumbling over his words and blushing furiously in your presence.
As he approached you, his palms grew clammy, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. "Hey, um… can we talk?" he managed to say, his voice cracking slightly. You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with curiosity, and he felt his breath hitch in his throat.
Jongho's mind raced as he tried to gather his thoughts, but all he could focus on was the way you were looking at him, as if you were waiting for him to say something profound. "I, uh… I really like… I mean, I think you're really great," he stammered, his cheeks burning hotter with every word. "No, I mean, I really like you," he blurted out, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them. "Like, more than just friends."
The silence that followed felt like an eternity, and Jongho's heart sank as he braced himself for your response. But then, to his utter disbelief, you broke into a radiant smile, your eyes sparkling with something he had longed to see.
P. Seonghwa x f!Black reader || (18+) || reblog if you like!!
warnings: public sex, drunk sex, unprotected sex, reader isn’t wearing any panties, twerking, pink haired seonghwa :), use of pet name (Bunny), Ateez mentioned
How the fuck did you get here?
“Please..”
“Please what? I can’t hear you over the music Bunny.” That nickname. He knew what he was doing. Fuck he was so fucking sexy.
“I want you. Bad- I don’t care who sees just..stick it in yeah? I’m not wearing panties.” But that much Seonghwa knew. A smirk dancing on his pretty plump lips. Long fingers moving to between your legs as he balanced your body, your legs wrapped around his waist while your back pressed up against the wall. Both of you tucked away in a secure corner, only the rest of Ateez being able to view you- and anyone else who could tell who Seonghwa was, his pink hair standing out in the crowd of moving bodies. No one really paid attention to the both of you, having their own festivities.
Your pretty brown lips parted, Seonghwa’s finger taking a dip into your soaking heat. You gasp- his finger teasing your hole. His cock twitching in his suffocating pants, he’s been hard since the moment you told him to hold your waist and not let go on the dance floor.
“I’ve always wanted to meet you all, face to face that is.” A nervous giggle left your lips as the boy group you adored showed you their respect. You understood they were a busy group of people- as were you, schedules never aligned, but it was on your bucket list to meet Ateez.
Being a celebrity yourself, it made being a fangirl even more fun. Being able to meet the people you’ve been a fan of. But here…the club? Your thighs being swallowed by a tiny denim skirt, the only cover being the fishnets you wore underneath. No panties. Your shirt was a denim halter to match your skirt. You were perfect, accessories completing your look, as well as your hair. The eyes on you now, though full of respect, also showed signs of lust.
“Alright, let’s become friends now.” You happily joined their group. They were just sitting around. You always wondered how Idol’s partied. Your mom was an Idol, but she never told much about her crazy life outside of performing. Drink after drink, you somehow ended up in Seonghwa’s lap, shot glass in your hand as he stared at you with low eyes.
“You’re my favorite, don’t tell Hongjoong.” You winked, wiggling around. The man below you chuckling, downing his shot. “I won’t tell, Bunny. It’s..nice to finally meet you, though. I’m a fan of your mother’s too, and watching you become a celebrity as well is so nice. I’ve been saying we should have you help with our choreography one day.” He turns a shade near the color of his hair. Pink. You loved pink haired Seonghwa,
“Hell yeah. I’d definitely do that. You have my number now just call me. I’ll let you know when I’m free.” The buzz, the rush. Everything felt so…good. Being in Seonghwa’s arms. You tuned out everything else. Having such a long conversation with him. It made you feel wonderful- it was your love language after all.
“Let’s dance. I wanna- wanna do something with you hm?” Giggling, you dragged the taller man to the dance floor. You stayed close to the rest of the group though. Hands over your body, you leaned into his touch. Small sounds leaving your lips, he pulled you back into him, sharp eyes never leaving your frame.
Suddenly, a more upbeat song starts playing. The rhythm hooking you immediately. Your hips moved on their own. You looked back at Seonghwa before biting your lip. “If I tell you to hold my hips and not to let go would you?” You made eye contact. Smirk littering his lips, he slowly licks them, nodding at you as you started to grind your ass against his crotch.
He was such a…god, such a man. If anyone saw you, they’d think you were fucking. The way you touched the floor, moving your ass to the best against Seonghwa’s crotch. Each beat you hit perfectly. You almost forgot you weren’t wearing panties, and Seonghwa must’ve caught that. Aside from his hard-on nearly fucking you right then and there, he held you close to him with one hand while the other pulled your skirt back over your ass best he could.
“Just like that?” He groans against your neck. Even in the corner of the room he pulled you so close so that no one could see your body- no one but him. “Like that..please.” You whine, eyes fluttering. He’s so long and thick. Leaking tip playing against your folds. Your clit wet with how much he leaked against you. Your own juices mixing in with his and he hasn’t even stuck it in yet. “Oh god…” You panted. You felt hot. You wanted to take your clothes off- the fabric hot against your skin. You couldn’t, though, and you knew that much. At the pace you were going you wouldn’t want to be in a bedroom. You needed each other now.
“Deep breath for me Bunny.” His voice sounded so thick. The beautiful dip in his brow almost made you cum. The way he watched you breathe in as he started to push his cock through…Your juicy breast rising so slightly, nipple slipping from the tight denim. Your mouth agape, fingers clenching his arms. This was so..nasty. People were around, so many people and yet inch by inch disappeared inside your wet cunt, sucking him in, taking it so well. You whimpered loudly, head falling back against the wall. 14 pairs of eyes watching you both intensely. You were aware, so was Seonghwa.
“You’re so warm inside Bunny. F-Fuck….shit.” a broken moan escaped the man. Even the way he moaned was beautiful. His eyes shut tightly for a second, cock twitching inside of you. Seonghwa felt his hands beginning to sweat. He held your pretty brown legs so securely.
He fucked into you slowly, long cock passing through your walls it was agonizing. So slow that you felt everything, every inch every vein. He looked like he was about to cry from the pleasure. You whimpered his name, breath picking up. “Is this the spot Bunny?” He murmurs softly, cock pressing against your walls. “N-No…” your legs shook, pussy throbbing around his size. He chuckles, lips parting as he moved around. Anxiety crept up your body. Who could see you other than the rest of Ateez? Would someone record and upload it? Both of your careers could end from this very moment.
“Oh!” You gasp, legs tightening around him. Your body jerks. “Right here Bunny?” Seonghwa’s teasing voice made you look up at him. He stared down at you longingly. “Yes- right there.”
The Skin mv is such a coming out statement and I can't see it as anything else, sorry.
Yeah okay he crosses the line to join the female dancers but can we also talk about the Snake literally being the ultimate androgynous entity, besides also implying a new birth as it sheds from a skin that DOESN'T SUIT IT ANYMORE??
Plus, SH is not only reaching for the other women, he's blending with them, both in outfits and movements, showed not only in the dance but also in the brief moment in which they walk together as in a runway.
At first he's clearly stuck in his head, he tries to escape but it's minimal effort, he's mostly given up, and then we see him surrounded by dark figures and he's scared (could those be his thoughts or doubts?); hands grab his body but he doesn't look happy, it is a small moment again but another figure appears in his head: there's him, in white, and there's a woman, in black.
He's only dressed in black when he's with women, so we can assume the white represent his masculine side and the black his feminine one, thus perfectly recreating the philosophical concept of the YIN and YANG (White is masculine, black is feminine).
That's clear that there are two him in his head.
In the lyrics, he also talks about of dangerous feelings, and right when they are in the laboratory analyzing that thing he ripped out of his head, he sings that "it could remain a secret, but only if they wanted", which means that he's starting to accept that e shouldn't be afraid of what he feels, he's less scared and more willing of letting his other side take over him whole.
From there, he's not in his head anymore until the dance break, in which we see sudden frames of red, blood and things that remind us of a sort of human brain, and everything is confused like he's kinda fighting with it? And he's also completed his transformation, becoming the snake, so we can think of it as him breaking free from whatever caged him before.
This is more of a personal take but the final makeup, even though it makes me laugh a bit sry, reminds me of a clown WHICH IS FUNNY BUT MAKES SENSE because the clown has a face and that's it, you cannot give gender to the clown, it's a mask, it's both man and woman.
I don't want to jump to conclusions too early and say that he doesn't identify as a man as a whole, but that he's kinda saying that he's not completely cis either, that there's something more to him that he has and want to accept. If we think about it in the yin/yang perspective, we can say that he's not getting rid of one of them, he's accepting them both. We mustn't put labels on him without knowing the full story, but we also have to see that he's trying to tell us something and this is NOT a freaking coincidence.
Thanks for listening to my ted talk, anyway stan ateez for a better life.
