summary: "you're ours," he breathed, desperate, honest, "and we're yours. Whatever you say, whatever you decide, we'll always be yours." you got a job as a new caretaker and the boys are pretty sure you are their mate.
a/n: this isn't quite a 'traditional' hybrid fic I guess but I really enjoyed writing it! I'm looking forward to finishing the other parts!
You smoothed a hand down the front of your blazer, checking for any unwanted creases or specks of dust. It was, as you had planned it to be, flawless. As a hybrid caretaker, you knew that your cilents were often particular about colours, fabrics, cleanliness, and you strived to have a positive first impression.
It wasn’t your first time on the job - you’d been working as a caretaker since you left university - but it was the first time you had been placed with an established pack.
As you drove, you mentally walked through the information package that had been given to you. There were eight of them, a mixture of predator and prey, all having worked with each other for the last eight or so years as part of an idol group. They had been under the care of one person before you, a well established caretaker, but he had taken early retirement and so the entertainment company had searched for a replacement. One that you hoped would be you.
No reason to be nervous, you reasoned with yourself. You were damn good at your job, your commendations were proof of that.
You had been told that HR, the group’s manager and the leader of the group - Hongjoong, red panda - had personally selected the shortlisted candidates. They must have thought well of you.
Still, you checked your outfit for the second time, shifted at your wrists to ensure your scent wasn’t overpowering and reapplied a scentless lipgloss before you climbed from your vehicle and approached the main door.
The receptionist smoothly took your name, handed over your guest page and gave directions to the third floor meeting room.
It was already busy when you arrived. You could see another candidate through the slip of glass in the soundproofed room. You sat on the awaiting chairs and tried not to squirm too much.
When the door opened, one person left and a lady with a sweet face and hair slicked back leaned out to call your name.
“I’m Jihoo, from the human resources department,” she introduced herself with a bow. “I hope the journey wasn’t too bad.”
You were quick to stand, bowing even lower, as you said, “It’s nice to meet you Jihoo-sshi.”
“Please, come on in,” she ushered you into the room.
It was larger than expected, with a wide table in the centre. There was an open chair on one side for you and on the other, two faces looked back at you. One was older, wrinkles appearing around his eyes when he smiled, standing up and offering his hand to shake. “I’m Kyunghim, manager of ATEEZ.”
The other - younger, careful points to his features, amber eyes watching intensely - was clearly the group leader you had been told about. For prey hybrid, Hongjoong held himself with the confidence of a predator, shoulders broad, gaze steady.
As you had been trained, you angled your head, baring your neck, as you bowed. It was supposed to put a hybrid’s instincts at ease, a subtle form of submission.
Hongjoong quirked an eyebrow at you. He gave his name with a curl of his tongue. “Thank you for taking the time to meet us,” he murmured.
His voice was calming, each word purposeful. You understood why, despite the stereotypes of his breed, he was the leader.
“Let’s start with the formalities,” Jihoo settled herself back into your seat and shuffled her documents around. “Explain how you ended up with the job of caretaker.”
Your answer was well rehearsed. Your uncle was a caretaker, his wife and your cousins were all hybrids. You wanted to help make a difference and so you went to university to study hybrid care. You’d passed with honours and started your career, previously working with young hybrids, who were struggling with the mix of animal instincts and human hormones. Now, you wanted to try something new.
When asked, you spoke through your accreditation and specific cases where you had to deal with a stressful situation.
Hongjoong didn’t speak again until the end. “Can I get your scent?”
You agreed immediately, offering out your wrist. His fingers were long and warm as they wrapped around the smallest part of your wrist, and lowered his head carefully. You felt the press of his breath against your sensitive skin and tried not to shiver.
Scent was important for all hybrids you knew; regardless of your skills or abilities, if your scent was off putting to them, there would be no continuing forward. You’d done this a million times before and yet, the touch of this man made your heartbeat uptick. You shuddered a breath through your pursed lips, tried to hold your composure.
You weren’t going to lose your cool just because of a handsome hybrid, you refused.
When you were released, your skin felt cold. Hongjoong flickered his intense gaze up to your face, expression unreadable. You angled your head but kept eye contact.
He looked away first, lips twitching at the corner. You hoped that meant approval.
Hongjoong didn’t make a comment about your scent in front of you, folded his arms over his chest and conceded control of the conversation back to his companions.
Jihoo smiled widely at you. “Thank you so much, you’ll hear from us soon.”
Even when you left, you thought you felt Hongjoong’s gaze following you out, watching each step you took.
There was nothing you could do now, you told yourself firmly, just a waiting game.
You didn’t know yet but you wouldn’t have to wait long.
-
Lemons and cherry.
That’s what you smelt like.
It stuck in Hongjoong’s nose long after you had left, settled into his body and made him lightheaded. Just a small inhale and it was like you had invaded his senses. It took all of his control to hold himself back from pressing himself closer, from putting the tip of his tongue to your pulse to taste you.
When Jihoo turned to him excitedly and Kyunghim arched an eyebrow curiously, Hongjoong had spoken with a nonchalant edge that belied the way his heart was beating in his ears.
There were only a few times a person had smelt as addicting as you did. Seven times in fact. He’d pulled each of his members close, forming a pack of his own, and he was content with that.
Until now. Until your sweetness had overwhelmed his senses.
Until his animal instincts whined and wanted to roll over for you, bare his belly for your approval.
Mate. Mine. Ours.
His panda had heart eyes.
“I like her,” Hongjoong had said. “The others will too.”
He didn’t let on that there would be no other choice, no other candidate considered.
It was you, could only be you.
When Jihoo and Kyunghim agreed easily, Hongjoong tried not to preen in pleasure. It would take time, he knew, HR and job on boarding processes. KQ had training for those working with hybrids in the industry, specifically covering the expectations between nature and the entertainment industry.
But soon, he would see you again.
You’d be in his home, with his pack, your scent mixing with theirs.
Ours.
Hongjoong put his hand to his face, searching for any lingering remnants of your scent on his fingertips.
He couldn’t wait.
-
When you got the call, it took everything not to squeal into the phone. The familiar voice of Jihoo had been warm, excited in her congratulations for joining the team. It began a whirlwind of meetings to sign contracts and NDAs, a series of hybrid specific trainings and conversations with the department head, Ryujin, about expectations within the industry, how to avoid scandals.
There was so much information that it made your head spin but you absorbed all the information, enmeshed yourself in each class with a greedy eagerness. The two week intensive training ended with Ryujin offering all newbies a broad smile and announcing your success.
Which led you to this moment, standing outside a pretty standard looking apartment block in Mapo-gu, nervous curling in your stomach. The agenda for the day was on your phone screen, each part of your day segmented and labelled, designated down to the very minute. Such is the life of an idol, and now it was the life of you.
Your first order of the day, the official meeting between yourself and the rest of the ATEEZ members. Your calendar had a solid hour blocked for initial meetings before you were all swept off into a show recording.
Don’t let them be late, Kyunghim had warned in his email to you.
You refused to make a mistake on your first day.
So you rung up to the specified apartment a minute before 9am, your first foot crossing the threshold right on time.
It wasn’t the first time you had entered a hybrid home. With previous clients, you had been into family home, supported care homes, crowded hybrid homes for young orphans. It was your first time entering a pack home just as this - adult, prey and predator, private in a way that only a handful of people could actually know where they live. It was a privilege to be invited into such a space.
Hongjoong was the one who opened the door, familiar eyes flickering over you in consideration before offering you a soft smile, the one that made his eyes crease at the edges. He said your name with a layer of delight that made your heart pound.
“I’m glad you took the job,” he said.
You couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you for your approval,” you commented, “I know nothing would have happened without your say so.”
He hummed in agreement. “Let’s say, you made an impression.”
The word was loaded, heavy with unspoken meaning. The tips of your ears burned.
Hongjoong opened the door wider and gestured with his hand inward. “Come on in,” he said, “the others are excited to meet you.”
-
Yeosang couldn’t say he particularly enjoyed change. It was uncomfortable, disconcerting at times, and ultimately set his instincts on edge.
When Doyoung had told them he was retiring to spend more time with family, Yeosang had understood. The life of an idol’s caretaker was busy, intense and wildly antisocial at times. There were so many days where they were traveling from dawn to dusk, barely able to take a phone call for anything of a personal nature. It was hard, isolating, and he had wished Doyoung a tearful farewell.
But then came the hunt for a new caretaker. Each profile had been presented to them all. It was important that they all came to an agreement, but in their situation, it was high-on impossible. Each member found a reason to reject one profile or another, even down to as petty as the shape of their jaw (that was from San, who stubbornly refused to explain further).
Eventually, Kyunghim had to step in and demand a shortlist be made.
Yeosang remembered your profile vaguely - your credentials were good, you had a lot of experience, your personal statement had been honest and sweet, if a bit on the wistful side of things. He remembered your smile more, the way it seemed to brighten your face like sunshine.
It was the same in person, he mused, now that he was standing in front of you. You had toed off your shoes in the entryway, let Hongjoong take your coat to hang up before walking on tights clad feet towards the main living space. Hongjoong had told them to wait there, a firm look at Wooyoung who was bouncing off the walls in his excitement to meet this new caretaker that apparently smelt so nice.
Lemon and cherries.
It had just been faint when Hongjoong came back, a distant look in his eyes as he murmured that you had smelt so good. Better than good. Perfect. Like a part of them.
Yunho had perked up at the idea, amazed that there was someone else out there who had ensnared their leader. Jongho had blinked sleepily - winter months meant he was tired more often, his bear side seeking any time it could to hibernate - and rasped, “Are you sure?”
It was strong now. Yeosang was searching for it - they all were - and it wafted on the air, beckoning him closer for a better scent. It settled in his chest when you bowed low and murmured how happy you were to meet them all.
His heart thudded. His mouth felt dry. His eyes were wide.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
The deer within him spoke tentatively, unsure but hopeful.
When it was his time to be introduced, Yeosang bowed low, the pink hue of his cheeks hidden by the flop of his hair.
“I look forward to working with you,” you beamed at each of them in turn.
“Can I scent you?” Seonghwa bounced on the back of his heels, excitement meaning he was unable to be still. His nose twitched in anticipation.
It shouldn’t have made Yeosang want to croon when you had offered your wrist so willing, so pliant in your consent. Seonghwa nearly dropped to his knees in his eagerness, pressing his chin into the soft curve of your hand, his eyes closed. If he was stable enough, Yeosang was sure he would have thumped his foot in pleasure. Instead, he tittered, and ran his nose over where the smell was the strongest.
Yeosang watched your face go from pink to red, lips parting in surprise.
It only got worse when Yunho gave into his excitement, announcing “you’re hogging her hyung” and pushing Seonghwa out of the way. Yunho wasted no time pressing your wrist under his nose, eyes wide and mouth open.
“Oh,” he said before his eyes fluttered, momentarily lost.
“I, um, I’m glad you like my scent?” you stammered, smiles wavering with uncertainty. Yeosang wanted to reach out and smooth it away, but any words were caught in his throat.
“My turn!” Wooyoung announced, stalking forward and, in true feline fashion, overstepped any kind of decorum to press his face against the soft juncture of your neck.
Yeosang didn’t know whether to be scandalised or immensely jealous.
Hongjoong snapped a warning and Mingi pulled him off, dropping the cat firmly under his arm and holding him there.
San was apologising and making you promise you wouldn’t leave, worry obvious across his face. Hongjoong was shooting daggers at a very smug looking Wooyoung, whose eyes were more blown.
You stumbled over your words as you tried to reassure the panicking ragdoll. Yeosang watched as you shoved your sleeves down over your wrists and asked whether they all knew what the schedule was for the day.
“Kyunghim-sshi said he’d meet us there,” you told them all.
Jealous, Yeosang decided, when Wooyoung tugged his collar over his face, catching the sweet scent in the folds of his clothes and holding it there. Definitely jealous.
-
Your skin still tingled from the touches, fingers pressing invisible bruises that felt like they’d take an age to heal. Scenting hadn’t ever felt like that before - overwhelming, warming, something that set your skin on edge.
At the beginning, it had been hard, this very animalistic approach to greetings but time had helped you get to use to it. Before, scenting would have meant nothing.
You couldn’t dwell on why it was different this time, both for your own sanity but also because the day unfolded before you had kept you busy.
Part of your job was to ensure the comfort of each hybrid in line with their needs. There was no universal, one size fits all hybrid plan. You had the basics from training years and some key points highlighted in each members notes.
You checked in with each hybrid, each one taking turns from costume to hair to make up. You made sure that the brushes were the right kind for Mingi’s skin and the hair spray was unscented for San. You checked that Jongho had a nest to nap in during downtimes and that the outfit for prepared for Yeosang had the labels taken out to avoid discomfort.
You helped adjust the mic around Yunho’s ears and made sure the bottle of water had cooled enough before giving it to Hongjoong.
You checked the make sure that catering had including carrot sticks and celery for Seonghwa and beef kimbab for Wooyoung.
By the time, they’d stepped onto the stage to the cheers of the live audience, you were flustered, flushed and oh so happy.
This was the job she loved so, as hectic and busy as it was. Watching them through the cameras backstage, knowing you had supported to get them there even a little bit, filled you with pride.
ATEEZ, as always, were as charming as they had been in any interview. You’d done your research of course once you accepted the job. You knew that San and Yunho were charming, while Hongjoong and Seonghwa were calmer, supporting each other to keep control of the situation. Mingi laughed with his members and spoke insightfully when asked. Yeosang and Jongho were quieter but threw themselves into every challenge, every joke, presented to them. And Wooyoung -
Your heart fluttered. You swallowed around a dry throat.
Wooyoung was suitably entrancing, his laugh contagious and his smile wicked. He knew who he was and he, seemly, was unashamedly himself. You respected him for it as much as it made you feel weak at the knees.
You could still feel him against you - nose against the curve of face and neck, and lips parting dangerously. It gave you goosebumps.
He was an attractive man, there was no dying that, but he was your client. Someone you had to work closely with. And, you reasoned with yourself, you doubt it actually meant what it could have meant.
Hongjoong had spoken to you in the car, a mixture of apologies and irritation.
“It’s just how he is sometimes, especially around new people,” he explained, “he doesn’t mean any harm by it. If you tell him to stop, he will stop.”
You had of course emphasised it was no big deal. “I was just surprised,” you murmured, “I’ve never been scented like that before.”
“It’s usually not something you’d do on a first meeting,” Hongjoong replied.
“Unless you’re Wooyoung.”
“Unless you’re Woo.”
But in all honesty, it was a big deal. A big deal in that, the irrational unprofessional part of you, wanted it to happen again. To feel the closeness, the softness of the touch on such a sensitive place.
The rational part of you was confident that was a terrible idea. So you squashed the thought and did your job, never allowing your mind to stray further.
When the boys clambered back down into the green room, slightly sweaty from the set lights and grinning widely from a job well done, you had to work to actively suppress the question.
Professional.
You offered towels to dab their faces; checked the right make up remover went to the right hybrid and handed them their coffee orders (collected by one of the PAs from the show).
When Wooyoung’s fingers brushed yours - purposefully, with intention - you tried not to make it noticeable that your stomach was doing somersaults or your cheeks were red.
Professional, you repeated to yourself firmly. Don’t screw this up.
-
Wooyoung was a lot of things - loyal, affectionate, understanding just as much as he was impatient, stubborn and impulsive. Still, he wasn’t an arsehole. He knew when he’d push it too far with another person without the nagging of Hongjoong or the nervous chatter of Yeosang.
Scenting you there was always going to be intimidate for a hybrid or a human. He’d known that. The neck is where the claiming bite went, it’s where someone’s scent is the strongest and where they are the most vulnerable.
In truth, he hasn’t really thought too far into the repercussions. Linear thinking is what Seonghwa-hyung called it once and Wooyoung was inclined to agree.
When Hongjoong had said that you smelt like you belonged to them, he trusted his leader immediately. No question about it. You were theirs and he couldn’t wait to meet you.
And then you were in front of him, soft in winter blues and greys, a smile that he felt blessed to have received. He could smell you, however faintly, and it embedded itself deep inside. He had an instinctive desire to follow it and pounce like it were prey.
Seonghwa and Yunho had grasped at your wrist and fell into it. You had blushed so prettily for them and Wooyoung just wanted you to look like that because of him.
You had a particularly pretty neck, he would admit, dotted with freckles he wanted to kiss. But your scent there? It was like a drug. The way his head had grown heavy should be studied.
Of course, he’d felt like that before but with other hybrids, ones who knew and understood. The others had bared their necks eagerly for him just as he had for them.
You were human though, not hybrid.
It hadn’t fully clicked exactly why his pack were frustrated with him until your fingers brushed his around an iced americano. You went red, your breath stuttered and you avoided making eye contact. Your scent, so sweet, so enticing, increased and then twisted into something sour.
It made him feel sick, to think he had made you feel this way.
He didn’t get a chance to apologise until later, after the van had pulled up in front of their home. You’d bowed and smiled at each of them, wishing them a good night and complimenting on a job well done.
Wooyoung hunched his shoulders and resisted the urge to reach out to you. “Can we talk?” He murmured. His eyes flickered to this pack and back again. “Alone?”
You looked nervous, but agreed with a nod of your head. Hongjoong nailed him with a firm look of reminder and Seonghwa visibly twitched in that way that told he was worried.
Wooyoung didn’t look at them though, only you.
He waited until they were far enough away, the door to the apartment swinging shut behind Mingi.
Wooyoung bowed as low as he could, eyes averted. “I’m sorry.”
You let out a surprised gasped. Your hands fluttered but didn’t quite touch. “Wooyoung-sshi, you don’t have to - please stand up, I…”
“Not until you accepted my apology,” he said forcefully. “I crossed your boundaries. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
There were more words - begs, pleads for you to still care about him in a way that you couldn’t possibly understand yet - but he held them back. Human, he reminded himself firmly.
He heard you released a long sigh and your scent twinged with heat. Wooyoung’s heart leap - that was good right?
“Wooyoung, please, stand up,” you murmured, “I accept your apology.”
He chanced a look up at you through the curtain of his hair. God, even in the low light, you were so pretty. Your cheeks were still flushed but your eyes, they sparkled as they looked at him, followed him as he straightened back up to full height.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” you started.
Wooyoung shook his head. “I did. You don’t have to pretend.”
You hesistated for a moment and then corrected, “Okay, just a little. I’d never been…scented before like that. Scenting at the neck is usually…not for first meetings right?”
“Right,” Wooyoung admitted.
You cocked your head to the side. “So then, why did you…?”
You fidgeted, slipping a straight of hair behind your ear. Wooyoung followed it with his eyes and oh so wanted to reach out, to smooth the strands of hair between his finger tips, to nudge his nose against your cheek. To make you smell like him and he like you.
But he couldn’t explain that to you. Not only was it not his place, not really - Hongjoong was the pack leader, he should be the one to explain the nuances of these dynamics - but also how could he? For you, you’d only met that day, merely strangers at this point.
How could he explain that intense feeling in this gut that told him that you were theirs? That Wooyoung wanted nothing more than to tug you into their home, into their den and surrounded you in their scent? To have your sweetness mixed with theirs until they were all indistinguishable from each other?
The panther in him craved it.
You blinked sweetly at him, confused, waiting for a response.
If you had any kind of reaction, it wasn’t like theirs. Hell, Wooyoung didn’t even know what this could feel like for a human or if they felt anything at all. It hadn’t occurred to him until this moment.
“I was just excited to meet you,” he answered, a half truth, “I wanted you to like me.”
“I do like you,” you admitted softly and it made his panther purr.
Wooyoung offered a toothy smile. “I like you too,” he said. “I want you to feel safe around me.”
As close to a confession he could right now.
“Strangely, I do,” you murmured, “but next time you want to scent me like that, maybe give me some warning next time?”
Next time.
God, he really hoped there would be a next time.
Wooyoung hummed in agreement. “If I overstep, feel free to scruff me,” he told you.
You looked aghast. “I’m not going to scuff you. You’re not a kitten.”
He laughed. “Joongie would.”
“Pack leader duties I suppose,” you smiled back.
You both smiled at each other, dumb grins that stretched across your face. Wooyoung didn’t know how long they stood there but he would have for hours, just to look at you like this.
In the distance, a car honked and the spell was broken. You ducked your head and gestured towards the apartment. “You should go in,” you ordered, “it’s cold.”
Wooyoung reluctantly agreed. “We’ll see you tomorrow?”
And you beamed brighter than any artificial street light. “8am sharp. You can’t scare me off that easily.”
He hoped he never would. The scent of lemon hung in the air and he inhaled, held it within him to hold him over for the night. This would be enough for now, Wooyoung comforted himself, it would have to be.
𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝓞 ──── in which your daughter disappears down a store aisle, nowhere to be found. that is, until she comes back to you with a handsome stranger holding her hand and a brand-new toy.
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─ emi is about 3 years old here.
𝓁ani speaks : not my best work but i’ve been struggling to write lately so i’m taking this as a win
she had been right there.
standing at your side, in the bread aisle, holding onto the fabric of your sweatpants as you picked up two loafs to put into your cart. she followed behind you closely as you pushed the cart when you left the aisle, traveling to get the next thing on your list.
but in an instant, she was gone. you were calling her name, asking her about snacks and what she would want for dinner.
“emi?”
there was no response. you had stopped pushing the cart, realizing you didn’t feel her tugging at your pants or hear her occasional giggles as she imagined all sorts of games and cartoon characters.
you turned to find nothing but a shelf of chocolate next to you, your daughter not in sight.
“emilia?” you called out, looking down one of the aisles. there was a lady who glanced at you and turned back to the item she was holding.
she couldn’t have gone far, you tried to convince yourself.
leaving the cart where it was, you jogged back to the bread aisle. and again, there was no sight of her.
“emi? baby?”
you ran to another aisle, searching everything up and down, checking behind the items that stood on the shelves.
no emi.
your heart’s pace began to pick up, faster than its normal rate. usually you’d put her in the cart but there were too many groceries this time, and you were not pulling that red wagon that she loved to sit in when you both went on walks.
you checked a few more aisles before eventually finding an employee, jogging up to her for some extra help.
“excuse me, um,” you stop in front of her, your chest heaving.
she looked at you, her eyes widening with concern. “yes?”
“i’m sorry— have you seen a little girl around here? pink sweatpants and a white tee shirt?”
she looked down the aisle she was stocking in. “no, i’m sorry. no one’s really been down this one.”
you drag your hands down your face, groaning. you thanked the young lady anyway, hoping to find someone else who could be of more help. but before you could walk away, she called out.
“i could ask around, if you’d like? maybe she’s looking for you,” she offered a tender smile, climbing down from the small step stool to stand by your side.
“that would be great, thank you.” you let out a shaky breath. together, you both roamed the aisles, calling out your daughter’s name—to which you received no response.
as the minutes passed, the more you walked up and down those aisles, your stomach sank. you couldn’t lose her, not your baby.
the employee eventually turned to you, after walking down the seventh aisle.
“would you like me to call the police?” her eyebrows were furrowed as she studied your anxious expression.
before you could even start to say yes, a small voice called out, nearly bringing tears to your eyes.
“mama!”
you turned around so quickly, you almost lost your balance.
there was emi, her face lighting up when she saw that it was you. she held something in her hand that was nearly as big as her, and a hand that you did not recognize.
your gaze shifted to the figure next to her, traveling up to reveal a man—an all too good-looking one—with sharp features but a gentle smile on his face. he held emi’s hand tightly, a protective grip that ensured she wouldn’t wander off again.
you caught yourself staring, quickly clearing your throat before greeting your daughter.
you crouched to her level, watching as she immediately let go of the man’s hand and he watched as she ran to you, his smile growing wide.
“mama!” she said again, dropping the box in her hand and wrapping her hands around your neck. you pulled her in for a tight embrace, your arms wrapping around her smaller frame.
“oh, thank goodness,” you mumbled, closing your eyes. you rubbed her back, staying there with her for a moment.
“where did you go?! i thought i lost you, i thought—“ you rambled.
emi pulled back to look at you, “i don’t know,”
“you don’t know?” you laughed shakily, your breathing still uneven.
she shook her head before hugging you again, tighter this time.
“i’m sorry,” she mumbled into your jacket. without saying anything, you kissed the side of her head, lifting her up in your arms.
your gaze landed back on the man, who still stood in front of you.
“i found her in the toy section,” he said softly, glancing at the box that sat on the ground. it was a new teacup set with little utensils inside, which emi didn’t need but that didn’t matter at the moment.
“um, i— thank you,” your lips formed a small smile, watching as he held out his hand. you took it, your palms sliding against each other’s as you gave his hand a firm shake.
“it’s no problem, i’m glad i could help,” his dimple deepened as he beamed, still holding your hand.
your face felt hot as the handsome stranger gazed back at you, a twinkle in his eye.
“uh, did you need help? with anything else?” he asked, his grip on your hand turning loose as he bent to pick up emi’s new toy.
“no, no,” you reassured him. “i…i think we got everything.”
he handed you the toy, as you readjusted emi in your arms.
“thank you, again. i really appreciate it.”
he nodded, saying that it was no problem. emi sat up in your arms, facing him.
“thank you, mr. san,” she spoke quietly, suddenly shy. he chuckled m, leaning in to give her head a small pat.
“of course, but stay close to mama, okay? she was really worried.” his tone softened when he spoke to emi, as if she was the most delicate thing ever.
emi nodded before wrapping her arms around you again, nuzzling into your neck.
you looked at san once more as he waved to you and emi, giving you one more smile before turning back down the aisle.
“how did you manage to find the most gorgeous person in the store?” you murmured more to yourself than to emi.
she yawned, her small hand patting at your back. “wan’ go home.”
you nodded, forgetting all about the cart that was filled with the items from your list.
𝐚/𝐧: sans was giving me cuteness aggression and i wrote it 😭😭 this is part two to the series i hope you enjoy!!
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your boyfriend went out with his team members. After having a couple drinks, they start taking shots and he drunk text you asking if you can pick him up.
Ateez when they find out your ex didn’t make you cum…
a/n: (yn is inexperienced in this one. the ex was their first everything or one of their firsts) + this post is directly inspired by: (link). I definitely recommend it <3
Also , this is LONG!!!
tw: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse…nipple play, fingering, squirting, fem-bodied reader, mentions of first (or one of their first) orgasms, descriptions of anatomy (pls don’t laugh at how I describe things),
“My ex, they never made me finish…” You shyly admitted to your new boyfriend. “I haven’t had an orgasm, I don’t think? At least not a good one with a partner…”
You’d been enjoying a movie night when an over-the-top sex scene played out where the female lead experienced an intense orgasm, leading to the conversation that followed your mumbling of “must be nice…”
Hongjoong was personally offended. A divine being like you must have a pussy so sweet it would raise his blood sugar. When you continue to explain to him how your ex never ate you out with passion, he all but begs while on his knees to “show my devotion to my goddess’s pussy.” He softly hums in contentment while sliding your bottoms and panties off (pocketing them for when he finishes himself off after this) and shows his gorgeous teeth when you automatically spread your legs for him. Unlike your selfish ex, Hongjoong took his sweet time pressing kisses across your thighs and showing love to the little places you called imperfect. He finally used his hand to spread your pussy so he could better see his prize and kindly kissed your clit before circling it with his tongue.
A series of “mhmm,” “uh-huh” and “yes!” Spilled from you as Hongjoong moaned and shook his head to increase your pleasure. He built you up for close to five minutes, and finally increased his pace and pressure. “Joong! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna—AH!”
Mission accomplished.
Seonghwa put his hand over his mouth in shock. “Oh no, that wont do!” He dramatically shook his head as if he were physically removing the idea from his mind. Like his captain, he was genuinely upset. He paused the movie and turned to you, “Bunny, do you want me to make you cum?” The question, although vulgar in nature, was said with a sweetness that only your Seonghwa could manage.
“Yeah, I’d love that ‘Hwa.” You moved your hair away from your face. “Please?” Seonghwa nodded and was on you in moments, tugging at your shirt and pants before handling his own. He pushed you on your back and spread your thighs, teasing around your folds before diving in. “Tell me what you like,”
“Can you pull my hood back, like this?” You guided Seonghwa’s fingers to where you wanted. “Yeah...like that!” You dragged out your words with a sigh and rested your hand on his soft hair. The view of a naked Seonghwa jerking his cock while pleasing you went straight to your clit, and you were crying out in ecstasy in no time.
Seonghwa kisses and praises you through it, “There you go! That’s my good girl…let go for me.”
Yunho didn’t say anything, but his bright red ears and neck said it all. He was quiet while he imagined all the ways he could make you cum. Fingers? Cock? Tongue? He awkwardly chuckled when you snapped your fingers to get his attention. “Earth to Yunho?”
There was no reason for him to not be honest, so he was straightforward: “Sorry babe, I was imagining all the ways I could make you cum…” the blush had spread to his cheeks by this point, and he had a slight tremble in his hands. Being someone’s first is a big deal, and he wanted you to enjoy every second. “Can I show you what I imagined?”
With your consent Yunho undresses you with reverence and lays down as he leads you to place your bare cunt on his face because he wants you to be in control of your own pleasure, and also because he knows you’d be more confident if you could hold on to the headboard (he was strong enough to lift two of you but validated your feelings nonetheless ).
“there you go baby, take what you need!” Yunho’s muffled sweet talk barreled you towards release, and you were grateful for your boyfriend’s strength as your thighs trembled with your first.
Yeosang plans a date for a day you’re both free, with “an extra to spare,” he’d told you. When he made your brunch reservations , he’d explained it’s because he’s going to spend one day stuffing you with cock, and the next building you up with intense affection and aftercare. Your eyes were so wide you were afraid they’d be stuck after hearing your (seemingly) sweet boyfriend speaking so dirty about the things he’s doing to you and how much better he is than your ex.
“I. told. you.” Yeosang grunted between hard thrusts. He had you in missionary so he could see your beauty while he showed you pleasure you didn’t know you needed. He kissed your thigh and angled his hips until his motions earned him a “AH?! Right THERE ‘SANGIE!”
Jackpot.
Yeosang’s hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead by that point. “Found it!” His moans rivaled yours as you increased in pitch. “You sound like you’re close baby,” you clenched, “nngh—I feel you clamping down on me. You’re milking my cock. I need you to cum. Can you do that for me sweet girl?” His nasty words didn’t match the sweet tone in his voice.
“Yeosang!” You grasped for his hand, close to blacking out from the overwhelming pleasure.
“I got you baby. Go ahead. Show me how pretty you are when you cum.” He dropped your legs so he could lace his fingers with yours. He leaned closer to you and reached between you to rub his thumb over your clit, sending you over the edge. Your eyes were shut so tightly that you missed the way Yeosang looked at you like he was staring into the northern lights. “Yeah, that’s it…”
Your orgasm was so powerful that it pulled him with you, and he barely had time to pull out before cumming on your still quivering pussy.
“I won’t stop until you beg me to…”
He wasn’t lying—he cut you every which way but loose across your apartment and fed and bathed you when you were too boneless to do it yourself.
San is absolutely appalled. How dare your ex put their needs above yours? “Typical boy. A man knows his woman cums first.” San practically purred at “his woman,” the possession leaking from him a bit. You nearly choked on your snack at the implication of his words. He pulled the snacks from your hands and pulled you under him, not bothering to pause the movie. “I’m gonna show you how a man makes his woman cum.” He slid your bottoms off until you were bare. “Hold this for me.” You held your shirt under your chin so he could see your body. “Beautiful.” He kissed your belly, before lying face down on the bed to be closer to you .
You gasped as he placed small kisses on both your nipples before blowing on them, the cool air hitting the saliva and making them stand up. “Oh…” you moaned and arched your back. He alternated between sucking and licking your nipples until he could feel you tremble beneath him. He kept a hand on your breast as he spread your lower lips with the other. He lapped at your cunt, showing special attention to your clit, remembering what you’d said about not cumming without playing with it. He gently pulled the hood back and sucked at your clit, hollowing his cheeks and humming as you arched into his face.
“Yeh—FUCK! Sa—sannie don’t stop. I feel like…”
San kept the pace that you were pleading for, moaning when you grabbed his head and shoved him into your heat. He squirmed so he could free his other arm and thrust one finger into your sopping hole. He felt around your walls until he felt your thighs tremble , then doubled down on his tongue’s actions on your clit. You were so close to cumming, but you just couldn’t get there. San sensed your waning attention , so he freed his hands to tweak your nipples while staring into your eyes, finally pushing you over the edge.
“Yeah, that’s my girl …cum for your Sannie…”
Mingi didn’t physically react , at least not initially; “Oh, that’s okay,” He’d said and continued snacking while refocusing on the movie. Outwardly, he was calm, but his thighs were trembling. Eventually he excused himself to the restroom where he washed his hands and threw cool water on his face. I can do this…he thought as he rejoined you. He sat rigid and silent before pausing the movie. “Mingi? What the hell—”
“What if we tried, together. Like? What if—How you play with yourself...” He nervously motioned towards your crotch as if you had no idea what he was talking about. You nodded and discussed the act of mutual masturbation before you both undressed and rejoined each other on the bed. You grabbed lube and got comfortable, both of you enjoying the sight of your naked bodies for the first time without pressure.
“So pretty YN.” Mingi cooed as he watched you warm the lube in your hands.
“Ha, you too Mingi.” You giggled shyly as you leaned back against the headboard. “I—I usually start with slow touches,” you said as you circled your lubed fingers over your thighs. Mingi watched silently as you worked your hands over your body, sighing into your own touch and reapplying lube like he wasn’t there.
“Perfect…” Mingi whispered as he reached for his stiff cock. He matched your rhythm as you circled your clit with practiced hands and squeezed his base to keep from cumming too fast when you threw your head back and all but screamed at the pleasure your own fingers were bringing you.
“My pretty Yn…making herself cum for me…so good…”
Wooyoung aims to make you cum three times that night. It wouldn’t totally make up for lost time, but he was determined to try. The movie was soon forgotten as Wooyoung maneuvered you to sit in his lap with your back to his front so he could slowly undress you. He took his time pulling your pants down so he could tease you over your panties, and slid those off too once you were looking up at him over your shoulder with glossy eyes.
He’d tucked his chin on your shoulder so he could hear your quiet gasps and plant kisses on your pulse points. “I want you to talk to me,” he whispered in your ear as he finally slid his hands towards his goal , “tell me if I’m doing something you like, and definitely if you’re not enjoying it.” You nod in agreement and inhale in anticipation. Wooyoung started his show by rubbing your sides through your (his) shirt, commenting on how hard you make him when you smell like him.
He slid one hand towards your breast while trailing the other over your thigh. He placed your nipple between his fingers but didn’t pinch. The subtle stimulation had you arching into his touch. “Mhmm, I like that.” You moaned.
“Atta girl, telling me you feel good.” He placed a kiss on your temple while his other hand cupped your other breast and finally began to tug and tease your nipples. He smiled into your neck as you writhed and moaned. He wet two fingers in your mouth so he could glide them over your engorged clit. You were throbbing at this point and Wooyoung swore he could feel it.
“Faster…” he did as he was told.
“Like this?”
“Yes! Wooyoung please!” You grabbed the hand that rested on your chest , “Inside please—” He plunged two fingers in your waiting hole. “Yes. Curve them upward.”
“Yeah? Is that my baby’s spot?”
Instead of answering with coherent sentences, you whimpered and shook from the stimulation of your most sensitive spot. It felt amazing, but you could tell something was different from when you touch yourself like this. The squelch of your cunt was beginning to increase in volume, and Wooyoung knew better than you (because he’s a little perverted) what came next. You sputtered a semblance of your boyfriend’s name as you came hard, pushing his fingers out with the force of your clenching. As your vision blacked out from the pleasure, you gushed over Wooyoung’s lap and the floor.
“That’s it baby, I knew you could do it,” Wooyoung coos as he furiously rubs your clit back and forth to keep you squirting.
Jongho is arguably the most romantic in Ateez, so you aren't too surprised he schedules a date night to correct this. After literally wining and dining you at your favorite fancy restaurant, he drove you to a 5-star hotel overlooking the Pacific Ocean. As you looked around through the glass elevator, your eyes were full of stars, taking it all in..
Jongho led you by hand to your private suite and tapped the key card. When you walked in, you were greeted with the sight of dozens of tea light candles (fake, of course!) leading towards the equally illuminated bathroom, where a hot, bubbling bath awaited you. After showering the day away together, you slid into the bathtub, settling with you as the small spoon between Jongho’s spread thighs.
“Thank you. For all of this,” you said as you motioned toward the room.
“Anything my love wants, they get.” He responded with a kiss to your cheek while he wrapped his arms around your middle. “Tell me what you want, Yn,” you nodded as you moved his hand towards your core.
“There. Jongho, please make me cum?” You relaxed into your lover’s embrace as he circled his fingers around your clit. He felt the tension leaving your body so he rubbed tighter circles, placing kisses to your neck between whispers of encouragement. You gripped his biceps tighter as you drifted toward release once he slid two fingers into your heat. “Yeah—that’s it! Right there baby!”
“Mhmm, my love. You’re so pretty like this.” Jongho kept pressuring right where you asked him to, smiling at how you trembled in his hold and splashed water all around you. “Let go for me. Just like that. I love you so much baby!” You whimpered as you experienced your first orgasm with Jongho in that luxury bath.
Jongho held you and massaged your thighs through the aftershocks before gently draining the bath and drying you off. Not many words were exchanged as you two dressed for bed, but your love was so present in the soft touches and warmth between those sheets, caresses that led you to a perfect slumber…
You show up on Jongho’s dorm couch without warning because you have run out of places to be “fine.”
Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff
WC: 2.7k
Mon’s Note: to all my Jongho girlies who’ve been left starving for soft boyfriend Jongho—this one’s for you.
Jongho showed up with no warning and all certainty, like the universe had finally decided you’d been through enough.
You were curled up on his dorm couch—unannounced, shoes tucked by the door like you belonged there—half wrapped in a blanket burrito with your phone balanced on your stomach. The living room was dim and quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavy.
The lock clicked.
A beat of silence. Then the door opened, and Jongho stepped in smelling like cold air and practice—sweat still clinging to him anyway. His bag thumped softly to the floor. He took one step into the living space and stopped the moment he saw you on the couch, like the whole room had rearranged itself around that fact.
For a second, he just looked.
Then his shoulders dropped, his expression going startled-soft.
“Honey?”
You just hummed in response, not moving yet.
Jongho paused in the doorway with that look. The one that said I am going to fix this, but politely.
He stepped closer, and crouched beside the couch. His hand hovered over your forehead for one second like he was taking your temperature without touching you. Then his palm landed gently on top of your head.
Warm.
Steady.
“Are you alright?”
The question was quiet enough to be safe. Like if he said it softly, it wouldn’t scare you off.
You nodded because it was easier than explaining the way your chest felt too tight for your ribs, the way your thoughts kept slipping sideways like wet soap. Your throat worked around nothing.
Jongho stayed crouched beside you, palm still resting on your head, thumb making the smallest circle through your hair. His eyes tracked your face with that slow patience he saved for you.
“Hey.” His voice was gentler now, almost careful. “You should’ve told me you were here.”
You stared at the ceiling. The dim light made the corners of the room blur. If you looked at him, you were going to crack.
He exhaled, and the sound carried more guilt than it should’ve.
“I would’ve tried to wrap up practice sooner,” he said, like it was his fault you’d run out of places to go.
You swallowed. Your mouth tasted like metal.
“I didn’t want to bother you.” The words came out thin. Wrong.
Jongho’s eyebrows pulled together. “You’re not a bother.”
Silence stretched. You could feel the lie you’d been living in your teeth, in the way your smile had been held together with sheer will. It was getting harder to keep it on. Every second he looked at you like this made it impossible.
Jongho waited through the quiet like he knew it was something you had to climb through on your own.
When you didn’t say anything, he shifted closer, his knee bumping the couch, and lowered his voice again.
“Talk to me.”
You tried.
Your lips parted and nothing came out. Your eyes stung. You blinked fast, furious at yourself for it.
Jongho’s hand slid from the top of your head to your cheek, warm against the cold there. He tilted your face just enough that you couldn’t hide in the ceiling anymore.
“There you are,” he murmured, like he’d finally found you.
That was the thing.
You’d been hiding for so long you didn’t even know how to be seen without shaking.
Your breath hitched. Once. Twice.
“I’m tired,” you said, and it was the most honest thing you’d said in weeks.
Jongho’s eyes softened in a way that hurt.
“Tired how?”
Your chest tightened. The answer pressed against your throat, too big, too sharp. You looked down at your hands tangled in the blanket. Your fingers were white at the knuckles.
“I don’t…” Your voice broke. You swallowed it back down. “I don’t know how to keep pretending.”
The room went still.
Jongho didn’t flinch.
He just nodded once, slow.
“Okay,” he said. “Then don’t.”
You laughed, small and wet, because it sounded impossible.
He leaned in closer, forehead nearly touching yours.
“You don’t have to do that here,” he told you. “Not with me.”
And something in your chest—some last stubborn thread—snapped.
You covered your face with your hands and the sound you made was ugly, too loud for the quiet room. You tried to swallow it down, tried to apologise, but Jongho’s arms were already around you, pulling you forward like he’d been waiting for the moment you stopped holding yourself together.
“It’s okay,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
His words were steady even when you weren’t.
He held you like it was simple.
“I’m sorry,” you started, because apologising was what you were used to. Because if you said it first, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much when he realised you were too much.
Jongho pulled back just enough to look at you.
Before the next sorry could spill out, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
Soft.
Unhurried.
Like he was sealing the apology shut.
Your breath hitched again.
“Hey.” His thumb brushed under your eye, wiping at the wetness you hadn’t even felt fall. “Look at me.”
You tried to turn away on instinct, but his hand cupped your jaw, gentle and firm, guiding you back. Not trapping. Just… there.
You met his eyes, and it made everything worse in the best way.
“Tell me what you need,” he said, voice low, like a promise. Like he wasn’t asking to fix you, just asking how to stay.
Your mouth opened. Nothing.
Need was a language you’d forgotten.
You swallowed, eyes burning.
“I—” Your voice trembled. You hated it. “I don’t know.”
Jongho nodded like that was an answer. Like it counted.
“Then we’ll start small,” he murmured.
You stared at the front of his hoodie, at the way his chest rose and fell so steadily it felt unfair.
The words came out before you could talk yourself out of them.
“Can you…” You licked your lips. “Can you hold me?”
For a second, his face softened so much you thought you might break all over again.
“Yeah,” he said immediately. No hesitation. No questions. “Come here.”
He shifted onto the couch, tugging the blanket open with one hand and pulling you into the space against him with the other. Your cheek pressed to his shoulder, your arms folding around his waist like you were afraid he’d vanish.
Jongho wrapped both arms around you, solid and warm, and held you like he’d been built for it.
His lips brushed your temple.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered.
You tried to breathe. You tried to let the steady weight of him rewrite your heartbeat.
The hallway outside the dorm living room creaked—pipes settling, or a door down the hall, or maybe just your nerves turning every sound into a warning.
Jongho’s gaze flicked toward the entrance, and you felt his body go alert without letting go of you.
“Wooyoung will be back any second,” he murmured, like he didn’t want the name to startle you. You stiffened at the idea of anyone seeing you like this—snotty and shaking.
Jongho tightened his arms a fraction. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
Then, like it was the easiest decision in the world, he slid one arm behind your back and the other under your knees.
You made a small sound of protest, more embarrassment than refusal.
“Jongho—”
“Shh,” he said, and kissed your forehead again, quick and soft. “Let me.”
The blanket fell away as he lifted you. The room shifted, the couch leaving your spine, the air colder on your legs. You instinctively clung to his shoulders.
He carried you down the short hallway with quiet steps, like he’d done it a hundred times in another life. Like you weighed nothing.
His room door was half closed. He nudged it open with his foot and slipped inside. The lights were off except for the small lamp on his desk, casting everything in honey-soft shadows.
He set you down on his bed carefully, like you were fragile glass instead of a person who’d been trying so hard to stay unbreakable.
The mattress dipped under you. The sheets were warm.
Jongho climbed in beside you without asking, like he’d already decided you weren’t going to be alone. He pulled the comforter up and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, tucking you in against his chest.
“Better?” he asked, voice barely there.
You nodded into his shirt.
“Tell me if you want me to go,” he added, steady and serious.
You shook your head.
“Okay,” he said softly. “Then I’m staying.”
His hand smoothed over your hair, slow and repetitive, like he was petting a stray cat into trusting him. Each pass caught a few damp strands and tucked them away from your face.
The comforter was warm from his body, and his hoodie still held that faint practice smell. It wrapped around you in layers, like your senses could finally land on something real instead of free-falling.
Jongho shifted until you were properly tucked into the curve of him.
Not hovering. Not tentative.
Just there.
His arm tightened, the weight of it firm across your shoulders and upper back, and the pressure made your bones feel like they remembered how to exist.
“Okay,” he murmured, voice brushing your ear. “Personal weighted blanket mode: activated.”
A tiny sound escaped you—half laugh, half breath.
He hummed like he’d won. “Good. I’m very expensive, so you’re lucky you caught me in a charitable mood.”
You sniffed, embarrassed.
“Mm.” His hand paused at the back of your head, thumb pressing a gentle circle there. “No refunds either. Once you request the blanket, you’re stuck with it.”
Your shoulders trembled again, but this time it wasn’t from panic. It was from something lighter trying to exist in the same space.
Jongho felt it anyway.
“That’s it,” he said softly, like praise. “Let it out. Then let it go.”
He adjusted the pillow with his free hand, nudging it under your neck so you didn’t have to. Then he settled again, broad and solid beside you. His fingers traced slow lines along your arm through your sleeve—warm skin, warm fabric—until the buzzing under your skin started to quiet.
“Too much?” he asked.
You shook your head, the smallest movement.
“Too little?”
You hesitated, then tucked closer.
Jongho’s breath warmed the top of your head. “Copy that.”
He pulled you in with a gentle squeeze that made you feel safely pinned to the present.
Outside his room, the dorm was alive in tiny ways—muffled footsteps in the hall, someone’s laughter two doors down—but in here, it was just you, the dim desk lamp and Jongho’s arms.
He kissed your hair once, “You’re doing good,” he whispered. “You’re here. I’m here.”
And when your breathing finally evened out, he sighed into you, pleased and sleepy.
“See?” he murmured. “Told you I’m useful.”
You let out a shaky breath that almost counted as a laugh.
“Arrogant,” you mumbled into his hoodie.
“Accurate,” he corrected, and you could hear the smile in it.
He stayed quiet after that, giving you space to exist. His hand kept moving, slowly, the kind of touch that didn’t demand anything back.
Your eyes burned in that tired way that meant sleep was hovering close, but your body still didn’t trust it.
Jongho seemed to feel the tension anyway.
“Hey,” he said softly. “We don’t have to solve anything tonight. We just have to get you through the next hour. Then the next one.”
You swallowed. “What if I can’t?”
“Then I’ll do it with you,” he said, like it was obvious. Like it wasn’t heroic, just practical.
The simple certainty of it made your chest ache.
You shifted, trying to wipe your face on his sleeve without making it obvious.
He clicked his tongue. “Hold on.”
He reached over to the nightstand and came back with a tissue from a crumpled packet, offering it like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You took it, embarrassed.
“Don’t apologise,” he said immediately, like he’d heard the thought forming. “If you say sorry again, I’m adding a late fee to the weighted blanket service.”
You made a sound that was definitely a laugh this time, small but real.
“There it is,” Jongho murmured, pleased.
You turned your face slightly, just enough to look at him.
His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but his focus didn’t waver. Like all his tired belonged to him, and all his attention belonged to you.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
Jongho’s expression softened. “For what?”
“For… not being mad. For not making me explain everything.”
He brushed his knuckles along your cheek. “I’m not mad.”
Then, quieter: “I’m just sorry you felt like you had to carry it alone.”
Something in your throat tightened again, but it didn’t tip into panic this time. It just… hurt in a way that felt survivable.
You closed your eyes.
Jongho adjusted you like he was arranging something precious—tucked your shoulder in, pulled the comforter higher, nudged your forehead to the warmest part of his chest.
“If you wake up and it’s bad again,” he murmured, “you nudge me. Even if it’s three a.m. Even if you think you’re annoying. You nudge me.”
You nodded, already drifting.
“And tomorrow,” he added, voice turning lightly serious, “we’re going to eat something. Water too. Like responsible adults.”
“Mm,” you hummed.
“And,” he said, just to make you smile again, “if you behave, I might even let you rate my blanket services online.”
You managed a tiny laugh, your cheek warming.
Jongho’s hand resumed its slow rhythm at the back of your head. Then he shifted, careful, and pulled the comforter up higher so it covered the tips of your shoulders. He tucked the edge around you like he’d done it a thousand times, like he’d been saving that small kindness just for you.
“There,” he murmured. “No draft. Maximum blanket efficiency.”
You made a soft sound of agreement.
His arm stayed heavy across you, the perfect pressure, and his other hand found yours under the covers. He laced your fingers together slowly, giving you time to pull away if you needed to.
You didn’t.
Jongho squeezed once—gentle, steady.
“You can breathe,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”
You tried, and it was easier now. The rise and fall of his chest behind you guided yours into matching it. He pressed his lips to your hair again, then to your temple, a trail of quiet reassurance. Each kiss was soft enough to barely feel, but you felt all of them anyway.
“Hey,” he said, voice gone even sleepier. “If your brain starts being mean again, you tell it I said to shut up.”
You huffed a laugh. “You can’t—”
“Can,” he corrected, and you could hear the grin. “I’m very strong. I can fight thoughts.”
You shifted closer, a little selfish with him.
Jongho made a satisfied sound, like you’d solved a puzzle. “Good. Exactly like that.”
He nudged his nose against your hair and sighed, warm air feathering your scalp. Then, quieter, more earnest:
“You don’t have to earn this, okay? You don’t have to be okay to be held.”
Something in your chest softened, not breaking this time, just unclenching.
“Okay,” you whispered.
“Good.” He kissed your forehead again, lingering. “That’s my favourite word from you.”
Your eyelids felt heavy. Your body finally believed the bed would keep you. Jongho’s thumb traced slow circles on the back of your hand, over and over, until the last sharp edges in your breathing smoothed out.
“And tomorrow,” he added, like a promise he was tying around your wrist, “we’ll do breakfast. Something warm. Then we’ll take it one hour at a time. Deal?”
You nodded, half-asleep.
“Deal,” he echoed softly, pleased.
He settled his chin on the top of your head and held you like a fixed point in the universe, like nothing could pull you away without going through him first.
Right before sleep took you, you felt him shift just enough to press one more kiss to your forehead.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will leave one side of his headset off just in case you needed anything from him because he will always put your wants and needs over his game.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who is willing to stop whatever he’s doing if you were to call out for him, even if it was for the smallest thing, even if it meant that he had to go back to his friend who would either nag at him for throwing the match or teasing him because of how down-bad he was for you.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who keeps his desk and minifridge stocked with all of your favorite snacks and drinks because he knows how much you love to snack. Sometimes even goes as far as writing little notes to stick to the packaging just to see your cute smile whenever you grab something from the drawer and because you always press a kiss either on his cheek or the side of his neck depending on if he was in a match or not.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will try to get you to play a match with him, but will laugh when you start pouting or raging because you couldn’t figure out how the controls work and would die almost instantly after leaving the lobby. although he’s also quick to help teach you how to play, hands over yours but only after he kisses the pout off of your lips and it's replaced by a wide smile.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who always wants to have you near him at all times, like 24/7, finding comfort in your touch and presents so you tend to find yourself perched in his lap, clinging to his body like a koala while he plays.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who if you are in his lap will kiss you anywhere he can, your head, cheek, shoulder, whatever was closest at the time, whenever he goes back into the lobby and checking in on you making sure that you were okay and comfortable, but will smile like a love sick puppy if you had fallen asleep on him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will ditch his friends in a heartbeat if you wanted to play animal crossing with him. the two of you cuddled up on his bed, switches in hand while you decorated your shared island. he also decorated the house because you claim that ‘he’s better at it than you’.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who loves when the two of you play multiplayer games together because he enjoys watching you get so competitive, doing everything in your power to win against him. sometimes he’ll throw the game just to see your face light up in excitement when you saw that you had won, rubbing it in his face which only caused him to laugh.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will play minecraft in creative mode just so he could build you random things then will look like an excited puppy whenever you see those things when the two of you play together.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who when he rage quits will toss his headset on the desk before crawling into his bed where you’re laying and just lay down on you, head on your chest without saying a word. he will pout whenever you tease and coo at him, but will instantly melt into your touch when you run your fingers through his unkempt hair.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will try to keep his voice down if it was late at night and you were sleeping, because the last thing he wanted was to wake you up. and he didn’t like it when you scolded him so it was better to play it safe.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who gets all giddy and happy whenever he sees that you designed a character for the both of you in sims. and if you gave yourself his last name? that boy would turn into a mushy puddle in his seat.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him whenever you sit in his lap to play a game. his chin resting on your shoulder, watching everything you do with such a keen eye that he was sure he had memorized all of your ticks.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who is just the biggest simp in the world whenever you wore one of his hoodies, loving how tiny you looked in the oversized fabric, bonus points if you just woke up and were sitting in the middle of his bed with that sleepy pout on your lips and your hair was a mess.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who is just the biggest simp in the world whenever you wore one of his hoodies, loving how tiny you looked in the oversized fabric, bonus points if you just woke up and were sitting in the middle of his bed with that sleepy pout on your lips and your hair was a mess.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will always facetime you whenever you aren’t already at his apartment, not caring that he was in the middle of a match or not, he couldn’t last a day without seeing your face or hearing your cute voice.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who lit up like a christmas tree whenever you bought the both of you matching headsets.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will always play a game with you even if he is unsure if he will like it or not, but he’s always willing to try whenever it comes to you.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will pout like a puppy whenever you giggle at him after he gets jump scared while playing a horror game.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GAMER BF!MINGI who will become a flustered mess whenever you start teasing him and complimenting him because he was wearing his glasses. even better when they’re the cute wireframe glasses that you had bought for him because you were sure that he would look cute in them, and of course he does.
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Boyfriend!mingi who likes to put you in random head locks and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
Boyfriend!mingi who likes to carry you on his shoulders whenever you’re walking on a busy street.
Boyfriend!mingi who buys you random gifts, just because you showed slight interest in it once upon a time.
Boyfriend!mingi who likes to wake you up with kisses all over your face, he believes that how you wake up is how your day is set. And he always wants you to have a good, lovely day.
Boyfriend!mingi who remembers every single important date for you, whether it’s a birthday of a family member or your own anniversary. He has it written in his journal.
Boyfriend!mingi who is constantly is reminded of you, so he always texts you “I miss my baby.” Even if he just left the house.
— “I got you this ring.” “Ming…why?” “It reminded me of you, let me put it on you.”
Boyfriend!mingi who’s favorite position is mating press, it gives him more control but it still gives him the closeness he needs to have.
Boyfriend!mingi who leaves a trail of hickeys down your neck, stopping at your sternum. He loves to always make it known you’re taken because words are simply not enough for him.
Boyfriend!mingi who presses his large hand on your lower stomach when he eats you out.
Boyfriend!mingi who likes to pin your hands above your head, not on purpose. He just gets too into it and he feels like if he grabs your sides too tightly he’ll hurt you.
Boyfriend!mingi who whimpers when he’s too needy, and it’s always right before he flips you so you’re on top.
Boyfriend!mingi who looks like a dominant, and he is. But he sometimes just likes to beg and cry for the love of the game.
Genre: fluff, comfort, headcanons, established relationship
Request: what their reaction would be if their s/o doesn't really celebrate their birthday / they themselves forget it just cus they're used to it being forgotten
Warnings: food mentioned on san's, that's it?
A/n: happy bday to you even if your birthday is only 364 days from now 🥳 | daily click
Seonghwa
He's approaching this in a careful way
He wants to celebrate your birthday
But he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable
You had your reasons to not celebrate it after all
So he tried to understand it, to comprehend why you don't like the date
And then, he tries to fill in the blanks
If you could never have a party, he'd make one for you. If you could never receive gifts before, he's buying you everything
He's not trying to fix it all or undo your bad experiences from the past
He just wants it all to be good now
Because he just loves you so much
Hongjoong
"Oh I forget about it"
Well yeah, good luck trying to forget it now
Your birthday is only two months from now and he goes "what do you want to do then?"
Like I don't know bro 😭
He seems a bit anxious about it but he has the best intentions
He wants you to see he cares
And if people downplayed it before or forgot about this date back then
You can be sure he'll never do it
Sometimes he remembers a bit too much lmao
But it's cute actually
Although he has a habit of spoiling his surprises to you because he's so excited he keeps on talking about it 🕊️
Yunho
Oh, this one is healing your inner kid fr
He loves you so hard yet so dearly throughout the whole day
Takes you out for the day
"But I have to work" shh follow the script, he solved everything already
"But what if he has schedules" the managers can blow his phone up with calls if they want, no problem
Whatever happened or might happen, this day is about YOU
Everything and everyone else might as well not exist this day
He gives you nothing but all of his attention
Even if the day is filled with simple activities you could've done anywhen else
Yunho is paying so much attention to you, because he wants to, that you lowkey forget about who and what was absent in every other birthday of yours
Yeosang
He 100% wants to celebrate your birthday
It's the day the love of his life was born, after all
He's forever grateful for this day
But he doesn't want to overwhelm you
Maybe a huge party or something like that would scare you off more than anything else
So he keeps it domestic
Wakes you up with breakfast in bed, gives you small yet meaningful gifts and just spends the entire day doing all of your favourite things
It's a day that could look like any other, but it's so intimate and well thought that it just warms you so much
San
If you came into this post wanting to know who'd throw a surprise party for you
That's him
He'd throw a party for you
The dimensions of it would depend
It could be just you and him, a cake he hid and a few balloons
It could be you both and a few friends surprising you after college/work
It could be so many people in the party that you wonder if he recruited people on the street because you swear there is a few faces you've never seen before
It depends on what you want
On what he thinks you need to heal and celebrate
Mingi
Not celebrating your birthday ?
Yeah
Not happening
Good try though!
Your birthday will be celebrated
The way he had been smiling the entire week, one would think it's his own birthday
But he just gets happy like that simply because it's you
Cherishing you is cherishing the best thing that ever happened to him
Of course he is happy
And honestly, the way he wakes you with a bone crushing hug is already enough to make all your worried fade away
He will not allow anything other than thousands of smiles and hundreds of giggles throughout the whole day
Wooyoung
Lowkey like mingi but worse
No can do, you WILL acknowledge your birthday this year
He spoils you soooo much
But not only on your birthday
On its entire WEEK
He gotta make it up for all the times you didn't celebrate it
Gifts you something you really wanted
Gets soooo loving
But be prepared in case he decides to tease you a bit
He'll only do that if he thinks you won't hate it
But why is he suddenly singing "happy birthday to you" in the middle of the street
No matter how, he'll make sure you feel celebrated
Jongho
Has a similar approach to Yeosang and yunho
He doesn't want to be too much
So no big parties and intense stuff
At least not for now
He keeps it casual, domestic and comfortable
The day would mostly be you and him, a few friends of yours too if you wanted that
But overall, it'd feel very... Normal
It almost feels like it's not a birthday
Except for the way Jongho makes sure you feel extra loved
It's not about what you get to do that day
It's all about how you feel like the only person in his world
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Daily click
Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!
