a/n: my apologies… i couldn’t get big strong Jong out of my brain. it needed to happen.
warnings: SMUT STRAUGHT SMUT ONLY SMUT AHHH not spell checked or anything srry laiskskkdjsjs
Jongho was exhausted. He had early interviews, promo shoots, vocal practice and some recordings to finish.
All he craved was to be in your arms. You had been sending him updates, letting him know how bored you were all day. He took off his shoes, making his way to his bedroom. He opened it slightly, peeking in before fully coming in. you were sitting up in your bed, reading your book silently. You looked up, placing your bookbark in between the pages. “Hi, baby.” You ran to him, embracing him in a hug.
“Hi, babe.” he smiled down at you, kissing your lips. The only taste he had craved all day was you. Your kiss was soft, welcoming, while he was hungry, needing more from you. He deepened the kiss, hands running up and down your waist. They were cool against your warm skin. He pulled you against him, grunting leaving his throat. “Someone's a little needy.” you joked, putting your hands on his jaw. “You have no fucking idea.” he whisperes against your skin. He just needed to feel you, to see you.
“I missed you so much, you don't even know how bored I was.” you kiss the corner of his lip. “Im here now.” he pressed his forehead against yours. He kissed you again, fingers running up and down your spine. He kissed down your neck and jaw, stopping just below your ear. His sucked lightly, knowing it drove you crazy. You stuttered his name, eyes fluttering. You unzipped his jacket, breaths becoming uneven as you did.
you felt up his body through his shirt, lips never leaving his. “my strong bear.” you giggled, legs meeting the edge of the bed. you fell backwards, smiling at Jongho. He caged you in. His arms were next to your head, knees between your legs. He helped you tug your shirt off, speechless at the sight. He took his shirt off too, his cock getting harder each second.
he kissed you softly, grunting every time you ran your nails down his arms. “you drive me crazy.” he kissed you down your stomach, reaching your sleeping shorts. he kissed you right above the band, eyes boring into yours. he pulled off your shorts and underwear painfully slow, kissing your thighs. he softly massaged them, smiling at how wet you were already. he just had this effect of you.
He pushed your legs apart, kissing the inside of your thighs. He was so obsessed with them, how soft they were. He nipped at them, laughing to himself at your desperate whines. He kissed your bud softly, watching as you curled into yourself. “Oh my god, more please.” you took a deep breath in.
he kissed your clit messily, fingers right under his lips. He ran them through your folds, tongue circling your bud. you arched your back, calling his name. He slid a finger inside of you, slowly pumping in and out of you. He watched as you threw your head back, his name was all you could repeat.
He added a second finger. you ran a hand through his hair, clenching around his fingers. He groaned, your nails scratching his scalp. He fingered you faster, his other hand gripping your skin on your thigh. “jongho… I'm almost there.” you managed to choke out. He pulled out completely, leaving you there, whimpering.
“i can’t wait anymore.” he shook his head. he stood up, pulling off his pants. he crawled above you again kissing your hard. he was desperate. you had forgotten about your interrupted high, nails running down his back. “i missed this pretty face, making those pretty faces while i fuck you.” he leaned down, kissing your chest. his tip teased you, going up and down your slit.
“please.” you held his arms. He slowly inserted himself, throwing his head back. His hair was so messy, his face flushed. You closed your thighs around him, legs shaking. “so good.” you managed to whisper. He bottomed out, his face right between your neck and shoulder. He missed you there steadily, while pumping in and out of you. You ran one hand through his hair, the other one tracing his defined muscles.
you moaned loudly, his body smacking into you harder which each thrust. you closed your eyes shut as he hit that one spot. “r-right there, baby.” you panted. your hair laid behind you, head turning away from him, giving him more access to your neck. he kissed you everywhere, his own breath becoming uneven. “you’re so good for me.” he said between the messy kisses.
you clenched around him, hand traveling from his hair, down the nape of his neck to his shoulder. You held him there, lifting your hips up for more. You both cried out moans, eyes shutting again. He kissed you hard, both of you reaching your highs. He held you close, pressing his sweaty forehead closer to yours. “i love you so much. so much.” “i love you too, my big bear.” you smiled.
Yunho is always seen as Ateez's smiling golden retriever. But what really lurks beneath the facade? Will anyone ever truly understand him?
Yunho knew that he shouldn’t have done it. He was supposed to be one of the responsible ones. So he definitely should not have snuck away from the studio to walk by himself down the crowded streets of a city that he knew nothing about, in a country that he had only been to five times.
He just couldn’t take it anymore. The noise, the stress, the faking smiles. He felt like he was going to implode. He had to get away. He NEEDED to get away.
And so, while everyone else was shopping or resting or working, he took his break time to actually leave the vicinity that they were allowed to stay in. Throwing caution to the wind while throwing on his coat, he walked straight out of the music studio without even a single glance backwards.
Yunho didn’t know where he was going. He didn’t have the slightest clue. He just knew that he was going. Anywhere. Everywhere. Somewhere. As long as he could drop the sunshine-happy puppy mask that he always wore around his group members and their fans ATINY
Yunho, for the most part, really was a happy guy, the golden retriever of the group for sure. But sometimes… sometimes he needed space to stop smiling. He needed time to delve into the darker emotions that he often pushed down.
Deep inside of him lay a dark kernel of intensity that very few others knew about. Those in his group had only received vague glimpses of it, even his best friend Mingi didn’t know the full extent. And he didn’t want him to know the full extent.
There were only two people that truly knew what hidden beneath his happy-go-lucky exterior.
The first of the two was his ex, his first love. He had shared everything with her. His thoughts, hopes, dreams, darkness…she was even the first that he had shared his body with. He thought that he had finally found someone to understand him, someone who could accept him and everything that he was. But all it took was one look at the monster within and she had fled. She dumped him without any warning and the next day she was already dating some other guy that was probably not shrouded in darkness of any kind.
The second person who knew was the eldest in music group that he was in. That person was Seonghwa. And the fact that Seonghwa knew was completely unintentional and was never meant to have happened.
Yunho had never wanted anyone in the group to witness that side of him. It was ugly, grotesque. The darkness made him feel dirty, unworthy and perhaps, at times, even a little unhinged.
~
Yunho was known to often stay after long after dance practice had finished and to continue practicing even after every one else in the building had left for the night. The night that Seonghwa had discovered his secret was no different.
Yunho always practiced hard and even though dancing had always come fairly easily to him, he still never felt as though he was good enough. The voice in his head would always mock his efforts, his hard work, reduce it to nothing but a mere speck of talent. And so he continued to work harder and harder, pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion, refusing to give in to what that voice whispered inside of his head.
That night, he had been practicing the choreography for one of their new unreleased song that would headline their comeback that was right around the corner. The entire group had been working so hard for their comeback and the pressure was on big time. Yunho’s feet spun around in a sequence of complicated dance moves but he had accidently leaned to far to the right and he felt his ankle twist underneath him, causing him to fall hard to the practice room floor.
“Fuck!” he yelled, now holding his sprained ankle.
Yunho hung his head in defeat, sweat dripping off of the tip of his nose. He knew that he had to call it quits for the night, there was no way he could risk hurting himself any further, especially when their comeback was in sight.
Yunho sighed and dropped his arms, he was about to try to push himself off of the floor when he locked eyes with himself in the mirror and immediately froze in his actions.
“Weak. Pathetic. Never good enough.” The reflection seemed to whisper to him.
Yunho closed his eyes, trying to push down the rising anger he was feeling but he could tell that this time it was going to be a losing game. The veins in his neck were sticking out as he started clenching his jaw against the rage that was rising up in his throat.
Squeezing and releasing his tingling hands, he looked up and faced the reflection in front of him. Once glance over the body in the mirror and his anger snapped through him like a white hot streak of lightening. Without a second thought and a yell that reverberated around the empty dance studio, he slammed his fist forward into the mirror and shattered it, his reflection splitting into pieces, glass slicing deep into his knuckles.
Seeing the dark red blood dripping down his hand caused him to pause in his tirade. It had been ages since he had let himself explode like that. It had been ages since he had promised himself that he would not explode like that again. He failed.
‘I failed. I failed. I fucked up. I failed.’
“Yunho…what’s going on?” came a quiet voice from behind him.
Yunho’s head jerked around in fear to see Seonghwa staring at him in shock, his glance bouncing back and forth from Yunho’s bloody hand to the destroyed mirror. Shame immediately enveloped Yunho and he felt his entire face heat up and flood with it.
Seonghwa slowly walked towards him, concern etched into his handsome face. Yunho hung his head, wrapped his arms around his knees and pulled them up towards his chest.
“Why are you here?” he asked into the stillness when Seonghwa paused beside his shoulder.
Seonghwa squatted down, taking Yunho’s large hand into his more delicate one, and looked over the cuts in concern.
“We were all going to go eat together so I came back to force you to go with us.” He explained.
“ Why did you punch the mirror?”
Yunho avoided Seonghwa’s probing eyes and kept his stare on his knees.
“I…” Yunho started before trailing off in helplessness. How was he going to possibly explain when he didn’t even understand his emotions himself?
Seonghwa looked at him in sad understanding before wrapping his long arms around the younger man. Yunho stiffened up because he had not expected Seonghwa to react that way. No one had ever reacted that way when confronted with the rage he held inside.
Seonghwa held on tight for several minutes before slowly pulling back, one of his hands staying to rest on Yunho’s shoulder.
“I get it, you know.” He whispered.
Yunho eyed him warily, not really trusting the words he was hearing.
“I understand the feelings that we hide inside. I get it. I.. I struggle too. I just don’t tell anyone about it because I’m the oldest, I’m supposed to watch over all of you and protect you. But… I have my dark day too.” He said quietly, shock going through Yunho at the revelation.
“You don’t have to be ashamed of it. We love you no matter what. I love you know matter what and I accept you. I accept all of your feelings, no matter what they are, no matter how dark they are.”
Yunho had looked into Seonghwa’s big sparkling eyes and he felt the tears begin to well up inside of him. Tears for the darkness. Tears for being scared to face the darkness. Tears for not realizing that anyone would ever accept him for who is was inside.
And so, Seonghwa held onto Yunho as tight as he could while Yunho released all of the anger and frustrations that he had inside, sobs wracking his big body until he was left trembling.
Seonghwa had let Yunho calm down before pulling him up to drag him to the bathroom to clean himself up before going to go eat.
They hadn’t really discussed it again aside from Seonghwa’s, “Come talk me whenever you need to, I’ve got you.”
~
Even though they didn’t really talk about it again, it was like Seonghwa was tuned into Yunho’s hidden side and could always sense when Yunho was feeling out of sorts. Seonghwa was quick to come up with reasons to take the others away from Yunho until he was calm again. Not for the protection of the others, but for the peace of Yunho.
So in a way, Yunho didn’t feel too terrible about ditching out, he knew that Seonghwa would help come up with an excuse of some sort if anyone started to get suspicious.
He did have a little anxiety about not telling anyone where he was going but since he didn’t KNOW were he was going….
Yunho glanced around the busy city street, feeling somewhat claustrophobic being in the middle of the crowds of people. He brain had just started itching when he noticed his savior, a sign across the road heralding the opening to the city park. He waited impatiently for the crosswalk light to turn on and then he walked across as fast as the people around him would allow.
Stepping into the park was like a deep breath of fresh air. That or it could have just been because Yunho was breathing in deeply, exhaling the nervous tension that had been building.
Yunho looked at the map of the park that was painted on a huge wooden sign that marked, “You are here”, in bold red lettering, and he realized that the park was a lot bigger than he had originally thought.
Feeling his mood start to lift, he pushed his fists into the pockets and his fleece-lined jacket and set off to wander around the park aimlessly. Yunho started taking in the red and gold leaves that were littering the trees, the crisp autumn breeze as it tickled his golden hair, the warmth of the sun shining down on his ruddy cheeks and he began to feel a little flitter inside of his chest. The flitter that existed to remind him that he was alive.
Yunho’s musings were interrupted by a notification going off on his phone. Take his phone out of his jacket pocket, he looked at the notifications to see an unopened message from Seonghwa.
Yunho felt his tension start to go up and the thought of already being called back to work but once he opened the message he realized that he really shouldn’t have been worried to begin with.
MSG:
Hwa-Hyung
“I told everyone that you had a migraine and needed to be alone in my room for a while. I threatened all of them that if they so much as even whispered at my door then I would kick their ass. Enjoy your time away. Just be careful and call me if you need me. See you later.”
Yunho smiled and typed out a quick reply, the last of his worries evaporating with the kindness of his elder. “I’ll owe him a new LEGO set.” Yunho smiled to himself and slid his phone back into his pocket.
The day was beautiful and it was the perfect day to be outside. A joy that had sorely been lacking in the group’s routine lately due to them having so many commitments going on. The men had been talking for years about going on a group camping trip but so far, their schedules had not aligned nor cleared up enough for them to be able to do so. It was a shame really. Yunho loved camping and fishing and was thirsting to be sitting by the water again. They were sorely lacking the grounding that the earth could give them.
Yunho walked around for close to twenty minutes before he spied an empty park bench sitting in the sunshine, close to the large pond in the middle of the park. Feeling his spirits soar, he quickly jogged over to it. He plopped his tall body down onto the bench and sighed in happiness.
The bench had been baking in the sun and the warmth slid through his body and chased away the chill that he had started to feel. It wasn’t long until the warmth of the sun and the sound of the birds in the trees started lulling Yunho into such a relaxed state that his eyes closed, not realizing how exhausted his body truly was.
~
Yunho was in a dark room, everything was pitch black and he couldn’t even see his hands in front of his face.
“What’s going on? Where am I?!” he yelled to no avail as he was utterly alone in the darkness.
Yunho could feel the vein in his temple start to throb as he tried to walk forward blindly but struck face-first into what felt like a glass wall.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise behind him and he jumped, his heart feeling like it was in his throat, and spun around quickly to see a spotlight shining down on what looked like a full-length mirror. Hesitantly he approached the mirror, seeing nothing but himself inside of it. Yunho studied his reflection, confused and wary. He was halfway convinced that his managers had put him into a new surprise variety show, that is…until his reflection smiled at him.
“What the fuck!” he yelled, stumbling over his feet in his panicked movements to walk backwards.
His back landed against the glass that he had earlier run into and he felt chills shoot down his spine. He straightened up and slowly turned, his fears becoming reality when he was faced with yet another mirrored image of himself. Instead of smiling, this one was looking down at the ground, head tilted downward, almost as if in defeat.
Yunho shook his head, his mind feeling muffled, his brain not allowing him to put together a reason as to what was going on.
Yunho saw a light turn on to his side and looked over, there was yet another mirrored version of himself lit up. Slowly, as if one spotlight after another was being turned on, Yunho’s head followed the circle of lighted mirrors appearing. One by one they started coming into being until he was completely surrounded by other versions of himself. One looked pissed, while one was crying. One was smirking at him while another was covered in blood. On and on the reflections went, each showcasing a side of him that he didn’t want to see.
“What’s going on?! What is this shit?!” he screamed in panic, feeling fear whaling up inside of him.
“Don’t you get it?” the smirking reflection asked. “We just want you to see us Yunho.”
The reflection’s smile dropped and a look that was intimidating and grotesque warped the reflection’s face.
“We just want you to see how pathetic you are. How dumb. How stupid. How slow.”
“You’ll never amount to anything” another reflection hissed and Yunho shook his head back and forth rapidly, lifting his hands to cover his ears in attempt to drown out the cacophony of voices.
“NO! YOU’RE WRONG!” he yelled at the reflection that seemed to be the ringleader. The warped face gave a haunting smile.
“You’re vile.”
“Everyone fucking hates you.”
“God, you’re nothing but a little bitch.”
“Seonghwa doesn’t really stick up for you. He always tell everyone and they laugh at you.”
“You’re useless.”
“Nothing but a fraud.”
“Scum.”
“Disgusting.”
“Pathetic.”
“A loser.”
Yunho was crying in earnest now, the voices beginning to speak louder and over each other, the noise becoming unbearable. Yunho fell down onto his knees, tears streaming down his face.
“Stop.. please stop!” he whimpered, he begged.
The voices didn’t stop.
The reflections were suddenly out of the mirrors and walking towards him, surrounding him. Yunho cowered on the ground, his arms over his head, screaming out every emotion he was feeling. The reflections closed in, their hands grasping his body, shaking him roughly back and forth. He heard them laughing at him, he heard their mocking.”
~
“HA! HA! HA-EY! HEY, WAKE UP DUDE! DUDE! HEY!”
Yunho jerked his body violently forward, almost falling off of the bench in the process. His hand grasped his chest as his drug in one rough breath after the other, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. His vision slowly started clearing and he realized that he was still in the sunny and beautiful park, still on the warm bench, still safe.
Whipping his head around, he found a woman sitting beside him, her hand was on his arm and staring at him in concern. His gaze quickly scanned over her.
Straight black hair framed a high cheekbone face with a pointed chin and a dimple in one cheek. Heavy black eyeliner circled her eyes, golden in the sunlight. Her eyeshadow was dark and artfully applied into a deep smoky look, her black lipstick was adorned by a silver hoop curving around the center of her middle lip, enhancing her tanned complexion. Although she was dressed in a long black jacket, he could still see hints of tattoos along her tanned collar bones and on the backs of her hands.
Yunho had never seen someone dressed so alternatively and gothic in real life with tattoos and chains, black lace and leather.
And in that moment, she was the most beautiful angel he had ever seen.
“Thanks for waking me up.” He said, finally lowering his hand from his chest.
The woman shrugged and began digging around in her black backpack, fishing out a zippo lighter and a pack of cigarettes.
“No big deal, it looked like you were having a hell of a dream though.”
She put a cigarette in her mouth before offering the pack to him. Yunho took one of the cigarettes and fished his own lighter out of his pocket.
Technically, idols were not supposed to do things that would allow for them to come into controversy but every idol he knew had some type of shtick to help them cope. Seonghwa built LEGO, Yeosang went skateboarding, Jongho alternated working out and drinking, Mingi fucked around. And Yunho? Well.. Yunho smoked. But only when he was in a bad place, like now.
Taking a deep inhale of the cigarette, he let the smoke fill his lungs and held it for a few second before exhaling his soul out.
The woman was looking at him curiously and he felt his face flush.
“So what was it?” she asked, taking a drag.
“Um… what was what?” he replied, his mind momentarily frozen when he saw that she had a smiley piercing and the hormonal side of his body reacted positively to the new sight.
“What was the bad dream?” she asked as she flicked her ashes away, stretching her long legs in front of her and crossing one black Doc over the other.
The slit in the front of her skirt falling open to reveal a tattooed snake thigh piece semi-covered by black fishnets. Yunho gulped and looked away guiltily, trying not to seem like a pervert.
“It uh.. it was nothing.” He mumbled and then cleared his throat.
The woman arched a fine eyebrow at him, smoke leaving her lips in a huff. “It sure didn’t seem like nothing when you were flailing about like a scolded child.”
Yunho’s mouth gaped open as he stared at her and she started laughing. Reaching over, she put a finger under his chin and pushed his mouth closed.
“Don’t worry, I only took one or two pictures.”
Yunho groaned and squeezed his eyes shut in mortification, sliding down in the bench and hunching himself as much as he could inside his jacket. The woman’s peals of laughter floated on the air around them.
“I’m just kidding! You really wasn’t thrashing around. You were just groaning a lot and your hands had started shaking. I figured I needed to wake you up before it got worse. I know how bad nightmares can be.”
Yunho’s head snapped around at that. “Do you have nightmares too?”
This time it was the woman’s turn to blush and he had to admit that he enjoyed seeing her tan skin deepen with the blush. A wicked thought about how else he could make her body flush crossed through his mind. But he quickly pushed the thought away as soon as it came to him, focusing on her words.
“Yeah.. I’ve had nightmares since I was a kid. Always around the same time of night, normally the same type of dream. It’s not as bad these days but… it still gets bad sometimes.”
“Can I ask…how do you deal with it?” Yunho questioned, sincerely wanting to know her answer.
The woman stubbed out the butt of her cigarette on the grass and then slipped it into a pocket on her backpack to later throw away in a trash can.
“I just… do. Sometimes I walk or read, or turn on the TV and watch it until I fall back asleep.”
Yunho nods at this, very familiar with all of those things.
“Sometimes when the nightmares become frequent again I’ll drink myself into oblivion. Sometimes I fuck myself into oblivion.” She said with a shrug, seeming to be confident in her sexuality.
Yunho’s body jerked at her words as flashes of them “fucking themselves into oblivion together” popped into his head. He straightened himself up on the bench to try to seem as though nothing had happened. It had obviously been way too long since the last time he had hooked up with someone.
“And what about when that doesn’t work?” he asked curiously, getting his mind back on track. He, himself, had tried those exact methods and while they did work most of the time, there were times when even the strongest drink or the most eager body couldn’t chase away the lingering shadows.
“When those don’t work? Then I write. I write until everything is numb. Until I’m numb. Until nothing exists anymore.”
The woman stared out at the pond, lost in thought and for the first time, Yunho felt as though he truly recognized a part of himself in someone else.
“Could I… would you let me read something that you’ve written?” he asked hesitantly, hoping that what he said wasn’t misconstrued as rude.
The woman narrowed her eyes at him, looking at him as if she was weighing his measure. After a moment she pulled a journal out of her backpack and gently held it out to him. Yunho took it into his large hands and gently flipped through it, his eyes roaming over a few different passages.
“Another night disappearing at dawn,
The nightmare releasing as its pawn,
My eyes blink blearily into the light,
Still succumbing to the whims of the night.”
“During the day I hide behind a smile,
During the night I drown in my bile.”
“The sun’s caresses licking my skin,
Keeps the darkness at bay that I hide within.”
“Betrayal and deceit,
Lying thick within your skin,
An unforgiveable grievance,
That will never happen again.”
Yunho slowly took his eyes off of the page and looked up at her.
“This are… hauntingly beautiful,” he said with his voice thick with emotion.
The woman took the journal back shyly, tucking it away into her bag.
“Thank you… they mean a lot to me.”
“I can tell.. and.. I know the feelings you were writing about…” he said, looking down at his feet. “I actually feel like you could understand…” he trailed off quietly
The woman cocked her head and looked at him inquisitively. “Understand what?”
Yunho shook his head, forcing a light laugh to his lips, waving away her question. “Ah.. nothing. Never mind.”
The woman looked at him with furrowed brows, “You’re kinda weird, you know that?”
Yunho gulped and looked away, feeling himself start to turn inward.
‘I’m weird. She thinks I’m weird. I’m weird.’
His spiraling thoughts were interrupted by the woman placing her soft hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes to see that she had scooted right next to him on the bench and was pressed up against him.
She looked into his eyes, looking back an forth, her eyes shining like the most brilliant gold that he had ever seen.
“I happen to like weird people” she whispered.
Yunho’s pupils dilated as she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to his.
In a move that surprised them both, Yunho wrapped his arms around the woman and pulled her firmly against him, one hand moving up to delve into the hair at the nape of her neck and cup the back of her head. The woman whimpered as his fingers tightened in her hair and her fingers curled into the material of his unbuttoned jacket.
Yunho slanted his head and kissed her heavily and passionately, letting out all of the emotions he had been keeping at bay into the kiss. Her mouth opened for him and his tongue ran over her lip ring before seeking out her tongue.
The woman’s hands slid inside of his opened jacket and ran down his muscled chest and stomach, her quiet groan being swallowed up by him. The hand that was not in her hair found its way to her tattooed thigh and started caressing it, feeling the glimpses of tan skin that the fishnets allowed through.
The woman pulled away from him, her eye closed and chest heaving for air. Yunho’s heavy lidded eyes took in her blushing cheeks and he unconsciously leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to the one with the dimple.
“T-That was…um…that was…” she trailed off, at a loss for words.
“Yeah...” Yunho agreed.
Both of the people a little in shock by the electricity zipping between them.
Yunho started to lean again, the woman’s lips coming close to his before an alarm went off on her phond and she gasped, causing his eyes to fly open.
“Oh my god, I didn’t realize how much time had passed!" She panicked, pulling her phone out to shut off the alarm. "Fuck! I’ve got to go, I’m late for a meeting with a client.”
“A client?” he asked in surprise.
The woman stood and started gathering her belongings.
“Yeah, I’m a tattoo artist at Midnight Haven over on Elm.” She paused to look at him for a second. “Maybe you should come by some time.”
Yunho smiled a little sadly, “I would but.. we are only here for a little bit of time before our company has to go to the next location.”
“Ah… well…” the two looked at each other in awkward silence before the woman pulled a card out of her jacket pocket. She took the step that separated them and looked down at him. Yunho, still sitting, looked up at this golden beauty above him.
"I'm Corintha... by the way."
Yunho was sure that Corintha was the most beautiful name that he had ever heard.
"Hi Corintha, I'm Yunho."
The woman slowly leaned down and slipped the card into his front jacket pocket.
“Look me up if you ever come into town again. Perhaps when we both need a midnight haven of our own…”
She closed the distance between their faces, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks and she pressed a gently soft and lingering kiss onto his beautiful mouth, which he returned gently as well, his hand coming up to stroke her jawline.
Puling away from this kiss, she surprised him even more by throwing her arms around his neck. He hugged her back tightly, confused as to why it felt like a part of his heart was breaking.
“Remember, “ she whispered into his ear. “Everyone is weird in their own way. Not one single person is actually normal, so don’t let your struggles and differences make you hate yourself. You may have demons and you may have to fight them, but that doesn’t make you any less than anyone else.”
Yunho felt tears prickling the corner of his eyes as she pulled back, kissing him one last time before running off into what he assumed was the direction of Elm street.
Yunho sat in a daze for a few minutes before his ringing phone jerked him out it. Looking at the caller ID, he saw that it was Seonghwa and knew that his time was up.
Sneaking into the hotel was not as easy as sneaking out of the studio. As soon as he stepped into the lobby, he saw the whole gang waiting by the elevators. Their laughter and conversation stopped as soon as they noticed him come in.
Seonghwa’s face fell into the palm of his hand, his plan to get the other men up to the meeting room before Yunho walked in, falling through due to the men’s short attention span that evening.
“Um…. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!” Wooyoung shrieked loudly as Yunho walked up.
“What do you mean?” he asked innocently. “I was feeling better and stepped outside for fresh air for a minute.
“Oh really…” Hongjoong said, stepping forward and peering over the top of his glasses at the taller man. “I didn’t know that having a migraine included a makeover.”
Yunho looked at their Leader in confusion as loud laughter emitted from the group.
“You know… I never though black would be your color.” Jongho smirked.
“Yeah, but it’s kinda working for me.” San said teasingly, fluttering his lashes.
“What the hell are you all on abou-“ Yunho stopped mid sentence as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the elevator door.
The woman’s black lipstick had smeared all over his lips. Yunho looked around sheepishly as he was pushed into the elevator and all seven of the men started hammering with question about who, what and where.
Ateez Goes Rogue.
2. Jongho and the Bass Pro Pyramid
Summary:
Online rumors have been spreading about Ateez's Choi Jongho and he feels more
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