I have to thank this post by @star-dust-fairy for setting my brain on fire and thank you @skelejor for finding it again when I lost it!! 🫶
I GALAXY BRAINED because WHAT IF YOU’RE RIGHT
What if we get 8 parts of Golden Hour and WHAT IF each part is that member’s “golden hour” ie their favourite part of being in Ateez or something, like they asked each of them and then planned it all out?? Like walk with me a sec
Golden Hour Pt 1 - Work
So Hongjoong LOVES his work right? Is so married to it his wife roommate got sad he was never home. He’s ALWAYS cooking, always working, always making money and he loves it, the hard work he put in is the whole reason Ateez even exist in the first place
Golden Hour Pt 2 - Ice On My Teeth
Seonghwa loves looking cool and beautiful and being decked out in finery - this is the man who ASKED for the team ring, who screamed with excitement when he received it (and the man who took the time while being hunted in Wanteez to lust over and try on and SMELL the ruby necklace and earrings lol) and I could maybe speculate wildly that the kid who thought he was hideous without makeup and had like zero self-confidence now finds joy and power in looking fucking incredible and being called the visual of the group
Golden Hour Pt 3 - Lemon Drop/In Your Fantasy
Yunho is the sunshine maker who thrives on making people happy and making people laugh (and visibly suffers/internally rages when they aren’t), BUT also loves crafting a fantasy for Atiny, he loves that duality and leans into it both ways
Golden Hour Pt 4 - Adrenaline
And Yeosang loves the adrenaline of performing, like LOVES it, ran away from home to prove to his parents how much he loves it, teared up on stage describing how his mum finally accepted his job, performing is his heart and soul, hence why he’s on a stage in Adrenaline. And is there something to be said for “shoot for the stars like Nasa” and his journey to becoming an idol, holding onto and aiming for your dreams no matter how out of this world people think they are… 👀
So then in Golden Hour Pt 5 - Bad (although San said to question even the title so…?) perhaps San loves getting to be the Grand Duke of the North Bad Boy persona? I remember hearing that someone said predebut he seemed too good/nice a kid to become an idol, so maybe there’s some joy in proving that person wrong (pure speculation), or just he enjoys having an alterego stage persona to play with perhaps? It’s fun to be the bad boy. And/or leaning into his solo track Creep, that he for whatever reason thinks he’s a bad person?
(or his favourite thing ever was Wooyoung’s AOTM cover of Bad WAIT NO DON’T TAKE ME BACK TO THE INSANE ASYLUM I’LL STOP WITH THE WOOSAN AGENDA I PROMISE I’M SORRYYYYYYYYYY *distant screaming*)
I am SCREECHING and gnawing and shaking this idea like a chew toy because it makes sense and WHAT IF YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING!?!!
ykw i'm glad that ateez perpetuated normal jobs and not just fancy ones like like ceo and directors and stuff. i'm glad they represent jobs like cook, miner, gas station worker, debt collector, money launderer... car thief...
Summary: Just a babygurl trying to show her bigboy her love.
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.7
Est.Read Time: 8 min
Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet
Banner: @cafekitsune
A/N: Idk...I just had to, okay. I don't even know what this is. This song didn't even inspire the fic- but THANKS TO @edenesth I HAVE UNLOCKED A CORE MEMORY AND WHILE WRITING THIS NONSENSE I WAS LIKE- WAIT, THIS MATCHES THE VIBE
“What did we learn?” She asked, turning off the extra lights, leaving the little lamp on, turning to admire the way it complimented the bronze skin of his broad shirtless back, the faint droplets of sweat trailing down the curve of his spine- man, her man was a treat.
“That you're a bad spotter?” He groaned, tossing the shirt aside before kicking off his sweatpants and flopping down on the bed with a strange sound- well he was in pain so that's what we'll call it. Blinking at the ceiling he tried to imagine he wasn't in pain, but truth be told he had done this to himself, she did tell him it was too much weight and she did tell him not to remove his shirt since he was all sweaty and he'd get cramps. His girl would always be right, especially when it came to his well-being, he should give her a bit more credit for that-
“Next time, don’t act like a man-child and just listen to me.”
His eyes snapped open at the statement, turning his head to glare at her-
His girl was rude and annoying
And like hell he'd ever admit any of those nice things about her to her now.
“Now turn over,” she mumbled, tossing her bag on the other side of the bed, after taking something out of it, “The oil will help relieve the tension.” Showing him the oil she gestured for him to get on his belly so she could help him out.
His girl really was an angel.
With a quick pouty smile, he mumbled a thank you and turned to his side all excited and giddy, laying on his belly, arms extended, almost resembling a star. His form occupied most of the bed as he lay in the middle, the sheets crumpled up under him.
“Man, look at that cake.” She hummed, earning a giggle from him as she sat on his lower back, making sure to not put a lot of body weight or pressure, “Is there a reason why we discarded the pants, hmm?”
“Technically, I had to go shower….”
“Technically you were on your bed all sweaty,” Mumbling back she poured a generous amount of oil in her palm before flicking the cap close and tossing it aside, “And last I checked, you don't do that.”
“Gotta change the sheets anyway,” a sigh escaped him when he felt her hands on him, feeling her palms press onto his shoulders, applying the right amount of pressure before trailing down his back, “God…I love you.”
“You better, people pay money for this, you know?” With a joke she sighed, feeling his tense muscles under her fingertips, gently trying to massage out the knots the idiot had graciously created as soon as he realised taking his shirt off in an air-conditioned gym was smart, “I complained to the management about the AC but they said it was at a moderate temperature…I think we were sitting under a duct…”
“Mhmm…” with a small hum he closed his eyes, a quick nap before he hit the shower wouldn't be a bad thing. So, the last thing he thought of before falling asleep was how he'd have to change the sheets after this, followed by a whispered, “Thank you.”
A small smile graced her lips as she felt him go lax under his touch, relishing the way he felt so safe and loved by her. Her heart fluttered at his little thank you, even though he didn't need to thank her. Especially when she was glad he was in pain right now, don't get her wrong, she hated how he was hurting, but she hated those hoes at the gym even more. From the moment he had taken off his shirt to check on his progress, their eyes were glued to him, hell, they didn't even look away when he had turned to look at her, flexing his arms at her, earning a giggle from her- HE WAS CLEARLY TAKEN.
That's exactly why she had asked him to put his shirt back on, people had no shame these days. The irony lay in the fact that her handsome man was dumb as hell, he had no idea that a group of girls, who usually never came this late to the gym, had been eying him like a bunch of rabid dogs. Initially she thought he had figured out, she had assumed he was either enjoying it or using it to make her jealous, which made her blood boil, and perhaps increased her strength momentarily, for the way he had called her out with a breathy “Babe…” had her glance down at him, shocked to see him admiring her, staring up at her in awe as he continued, “That’s some weight you're lifting…I think you're better than Jongho at this point.”
She had smiled at his compliment, a sense of relief coursing through her veins at the realisation that he had eyes only for her, but that didn't last long, as soon as she heard them giggle, she had gotten distracted and let go of the weight, leaving him struggling to lift it up, trying to ignore the burning in his spasming muscles. Yeah…that’s probably what caused the issue of the day.
With a sigh she leaned back, admiring his sleeping form, shaking her head at the snoring man, clueless to what he'd do to her, how he'd make her burn green with jealousy. Usually when they'd go the gym would be empty, or rather the moment they'd enter the gym those girls would be leaving, at least that's how it was for almost a month. Moreover, Mingi and Jongho would accompany them, but since both of them had work tonight they couldn't come, but why is it that those little hyenas somehow changed their routine? Hmmm?
She placed her hands flat on the small of his back and thought about it, irritated by how she couldn't get them out of her head, irritated by how her idiot of a man was clueless to all this, irritated by the fact that they clearly knew he was in a relationship and if wearing booty shorts or sports bras was a way to get him to look at them- then she really had a problem with them.
She needed to tell them he was her’s, with that thought she pulled on the strap of her purse, pulling it closer and taking something out as she smiled at the sleeping man before eying his shoulder blades, “Good enough.”
.
“Sannie~ wake up…go shower…the water’s warm,” shaking him awake she gently patted his arm, moving so he could sit up properly. She smiled at her sleepy, clueless boy who pouted at her with droopy eyes, “Go, I'll change the sheets…gonna stay over tonight.” With a quick soft kiss, she pulled him up and patted his arm, “Hurry up, you gotta drop me home before going to work tomorrow.” With that she watched him stumble out of the room, mumbling some nonsense about ‘never letting her go’ followed by an ‘I think I need to retire’, though all she could focus on was the pretty art piece on his back, between his shoulder blades, till the middle of his spine, oh she did some good work.
With a sigh he walked out of the shower, a towel hanging low on his hips as he hummed a tune, closing the door behind him as he walked down the hall, only to stop at his bedroom door, slightly opening the door to peek into the cold dark room, the small night light illuminating the bundled up figure on his side of the bed, as a smile graced his features, his little princess worked so hard, she’d go to work, help him at the gym, take care of him- she deserved the world. Right now, however, he had to tend to his growling stomach, demanding his attention. The gentle ‘ding’ of the washing machine caught his ear, as he opened the fridge, oh so she washed the sheets too, huh?
“What’s that?” He turned to look at his flatmate, who was placing his bag on the small table, “On your back dude.”
“What is it?” San asked, walking over to the counter as he placed the almond milk carton on the counter, reaching for the cupboard to take out a glass, “Is it a scratch? I took my shirt off today at the gym, maybe- oh shit, it’s not a rash is it?” panicking he craned his neck back, assuming that he’d magically be able to see his back.
“Ohh…no, no, I think it’s a case of jealousy.” Mingi mused, taking out his phone and striding over to the man in the towel, “Though I’m impressed at the craftsmanship, that’s some detailing.” With that he pushed San to face the counter, telling him to hold still before an audible snap was heard.
San felt his eyes bulge out at the sight, a giant heart made out of little kisses- did she use some kind of permanent tint? How did this not wash off?
“Man, didn’t know girls could be this territorial.” Mingi snorted before opening the fridge, “How did you not know what she was doing?” Taking out last night’s leftovers he sat down on the opposite chair, staring at the man who had been staring at the picture, a pink hue tinting his cheek, almost as dark as the red kiss marks on his back.
“I was asleep…” he whispered, before looking up at Mingi with an unfamiliar fire in his eyes, “I’m never gonna wear a shirt again.”
Mingi only shook his head in disbelief, munching on his pizza slice as he looked at the man who was now sending himself the picture, before he joked, “Just, make sure to wear one for work tomorrow, Sannie.” He glanced at the man who tossed the phone back to him and shook his head, too delusional and high on endorphins right now to care as he giggled, “You’re just jealous you don’t get a girl who loves you,” turning around he showed him his back, pointing at his back with his thumbs, “this much.”
With that he ran back to his room, ready to wake up his lover, ready to beg her to use the lip tint to decorate his lips, his face, wherever she wanted- only this time, he’d be awake enough to feel her love.
