Fashion Designer Y/N x Poly!Ateez (soulmate AU, polyamory)
Tags: Soulmates, Romance, K-pop Idols, Fashion, Paris, Slow Burn, Polyamory, First Love, Acceptance, Humor, Friendship, Emotional Growth, Group Dynamics, and Supportive Relationships.
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Bonus: Yeosang X Y/N
A Parisian fashion designer’s world is turned upside down when she meets members of Ateez, leading to a soulmate connection that changes her life forever. As she races to prepare for her biggest runway show, she must navigate new relationships, unexpected challenges, and the possibility of finding love in the most surprising places.
Stylist Y/N x Poly!Stray Kids (soulmate AU, polyamory)
Tags: Secret Soulmate, Soulmates, Found Family, Fluff, Mutual Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Emotional Growth, and Romance.
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Bonus: Chan x Y/N x Changbin
After landing her job as Stray Kid’s stylist, Y/N discovers she shares the same soulmark with the group. Afraid of being misunderstood or seen as an obsessive fan, she keeps the truth hidden, torn between protecting her place in their world and the hope of one day belonging for real.
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(Main Story Completed)
Synopsis:
What happens when your favorite mutual, the one who always notices your writing and fills your DMs with encouragement, turns out to be the very idol you write fanfics about?
Can years of anonymous friendship and late-night fandom confessions survive the shock of discovering your online confidant is actually Bang Chan from Stray Kids?
Will Y/N risk blurring the lines between fan and friend when she travels to Korea for a Stray Kids fan meet?
As DMs turn flirty and boundaries start to blur, can an idol and a fanfic writer find something real beyond the screen?
When secrets come to light, will their story end with heartbreak or could it be the beginning of a love story neither of them ever dared imagine?
Terrified and at the end of his rope, Hongjoong seeks help from Peter and his militia.
Whether or not he can really trust the ragtag group of revolutionaries, he has no other choice.
Read on AO3 here.
Chapter total word count: 5,735 words
This chapter contains NO SMUT.
***Link to Masterlist***
You peeked through the curtains and watched as a small fleet of worn-down jeeps and trucks pulled up to the gravel lot out front of the mansion, the bright headlights obscuring the figures that emerged from the vehicles. It was late into the evening now, so you couldn’t make out the features of the forty or so men that crowded around, but you did recognize the goateed black man that walked up and embraced Seonghwa as he went out to greet the newly-arrived guests.
Peter and Seonghwa looked around anxiously as they spoke, the rest of Peter’s men huddling around the parked vehicles nearby, awaiting Peter’s orders before taking any sort of action.
You had cleaned yourself up and changed back into a t-shirt and sweatpants, sitting on a velvet bench beside a window in the dark, unlit foyer, making sure to keep yourself hidden from view as you observed the men outside. You shifted your gaze beyond the tree line, searching for any sign of headlights in the distance—searching for any sign of Hongjoong and the others.
A soft hand on your shoulder caused you to flinch, only just now realizing that it had been a long while since you had last taken a breath, the unexpected touch pulling you out of an anxious trance. You turned to look up at Jongho, who shifted an apprehensive gaze between you and the window.
“We should get you to your room…” Jongho swallowed and met your eyes, trying to urge you to follow him.
Your breath was heavy as you let out a slow exhale through flared nostrils, gripping the curtain as your eyes wandered down to the floor, “This concerns me, right?” You lifted your eyes again to give Jongho a stern glare, “Shouldn’t I at least be part of the conversation?”
Jongho let out a desperate sigh, his brows furrowed with concern as he glanced out the window towards Peter’s men, “We can’t let them see you…”
You had now idea how much the men outside knew about the situation—they seemed anxious, but not overly curious about what could be hiding inside the mansion, so maybe they didn’t know?
“Given everything that’s going on…” You murmured, staring at Peter and Seonghwa. You watched as Peter’s gaze shifted in your direction, his eyes briefly meeting yours for a moment before you closed the curtains. “How long do you honestly expect to keep me a secret from them?”
***
San pulled the truck up to the mansion, Peter’s militia members all stepping back to give way for Hongjoong’s group to drive on through. San parked the vehicle just in front of Peter and Seonghwa, who stood there waiting for them, illuminated by the headlights.
Hongjoong stumbled out of the truck, moving forward in a daze towards the mansion, San, Mingi, Yeosang, Yunho, and Wooyoung cautiously emerging from the truck after him.
“Joongie…” Peter attempted to place a hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder, but the smaller man just waved him off, his eyes fixed ahead of him.
“Let me… Let me just get inside first…” Hongjoong raked his hair back, his momentum pushing him forward, “Let’s get inside where I can think…”
“Hongjoong!” Jongho yelled from the entrance of the mansion, his feet pounding on the stone ground as he met Hongjoong just outside the door.
Hongjoong stopped, his expression falling when he saw Jongho’s bruised face, his lip quivering with regret as he spoke, “Jongho… I—”
Before Hongjoong could continue, Jongho suddenly lurched forward and struck him across the face, causing the smaller man to stumble hard onto the ground. The crowd around them went silent.
Jongho heaved heavy breaths, his expression stern and intense as he stepped closer to the stunned Hongjoong. The lawyer let out a slow exhale to soothe his nerves, stroking his hair back with a nod, “There…” He reached down and took Hongjoong by the hand, pulling him back up to his feet. “Now we’re even.” Jongho then embraced Hongjoong, the smaller man’s eyes widening with a complicated series of emotions all rushing through him at once.
Hongjoong’s voice shook as he attempted to speak into Jongho’s shoulder, “J-Jongho…”
The lawyer’s eyes stung with tears that started to fall down his cheeks, hugging the smaller man even tighter, “I know you’re scared, Joong. You’ve already lost so much, and you’re terrified of losing it again.” He leaned back and held onto Hongjoong’s arms with both hands, swallowing as he stared into his friend’s eyes, “We’re going to need to trust each other if we’re going to get through this. You can’t fall apart on me.”
Hongjoong’s legs buckled beneath him, his weight falling into Jongho as the large man held him up. Hongjoong sobbed, hugging Jongho tight and burying his face into the stockier man’s arm, “I’m so sorry, Jongho… I fucked up. I should have trusted you, I-I sh-shouldn’t have…”
“I know…” Jongho sighed and pulled the weeping Hongjoong up to give him a proper hug, patting the back of the smaller man’s head to comfort him, “I know, Joong.” He stepped back and held onto Hongjoong’s tear-stained face, forcing him to meet his eyes. He gave Hongjoong a playful slap on the cheek, smirking as he spoke, “We’ll figure out how you can properly pay me back for all that bullshit later.” The lawyer smoothed out Hongjoong’s sleeves, “For now…” Jongho eyed the people surrounding him and let out a long, slow sigh, “We gotta figure out how to clean up this mess…”
Seonghwa placed his hand on Jongho’s shoulder, his gaze shifting from Hongjoong to Peter, who stood close by, “Let’s get inside and discuss how we’re gonna deal with this. Peter, have your men wait out here…”
Peter nodded and turned to wave out to his men, “You guys stay put! We’re gonna discuss things inside, I’ll give you an update when we’re finished!”
Jongho put his arm around Hongjoong and led him through the door, followed by Seonghwa and Peter, then San, Mingi, Yeosang, Yunho, and Wooyoung.
Inside the mansion, you quickly stood up from the bench and met Hongjoong’s eyes as he and Jongho walked through the door. The two of you stared at each other for a long moment of silence. You then stepped towards Hongjoong, and he reached out for you, quickly taking you in his arms and breathing hard into your shoulder as he hugged you tight.
“I’m so sorry.” Hongjoong gripped onto the fabric of your shirt, pushing his forehead into your shoulder, “I’m so, so sorry…”
“It’s okay.” You breathed out, “I’m just glad you guys are okay…”
Hongjoong pulled away slowly, turning to glance at Peter as he walked into the foyer.
Peter gave you a reassuring smirk, offering his hand to you, smiling as you took it, “It’s nice to meet you properly, ‘Felix’.” He shook your hand and pulled away, “Though, I wish it were under better circumstances…” Peter put a hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder and squeezed, “I wish all of this were under better circumstances.”
Hongjoong nodded, looking over to the others as they walked into the foyer and closed the door after them. “I did some thinking on the drive over, I have some ideas on how we can deal with Rourke, but we won’t be able to pull it off without Pyrate’s help…”
Peter put his hands on his hips and glanced towards the curtain covered windows, “I’m more than happy to help, Joongie…” The goateed man then shifted his gaze towards the rest of group, his voice dropping low, “But I haven’t exactly told my boys yet what’s going on…”
Seonghwa nodded slowly, “We’ll figure out what to say to them. We’ll come up with something that doesn’t involve her.” He met your eyes, his own tinged with poorly concealed anxiety.
Wooyoung nodded and crossed his arms, “Yeah, they don’t exactly need to know about her, right?”
Peter grit his teeth and looked down, “There’s no question that we need to keep her hidden from the rest of the world… But if my guys are going to risk their lives for this—for her—they’re going to need a good fucking reason.” He sighed and lifted his eyes to look at Hongjoong, “They need to know.”
Hongjoong’s body shook as he inhaled, staring at the floor, going over all the possible options, weighing all the pros and cons in his head. His silence made the others uneasy.
Jongho stammered, looking from Hongjoong to Peter, “We… We obviously can’t tell them… We can’t tell them about…”
Peter bit his lip and shook his head, “We’re going into a war for this, mate… They’re going to find out sooner or later…”
Seonghwa glared at Peter, his eyes in a panic but his lips sealed shut, just waiting for Hongjoong’s decision.
Jongho shook his head, “N-no… No.” He raked his fingers through his hair, “We’ll think of something… Something to say to them… Something that won’t reveal…”
Mingi shouted out in a baffled tone, “Joong, you can’t be considering telling them!? That will just create more problems!”
Hongjoong’s expression became still, coming to terms with the reality presented to him. “Peter’s right.” He glanced over towards you and took your hand, “If we want their help, they’ll need to know what they’re heading into.” Hongjoong met your eyes, and you just looked back at him, already knowing the decision he had to make. You gave him a small nod, and Hongjoong shifted his gaze over to Peter, “How much do you trust your men?”
Peter stared back at Hongjoong, his voice soft as he spoke, “You tell me.” He crossed his arms, “You’ve said on a number of occasions that you think of them as family, that the camp is your second home…” The goateed man lowered his head and nodded, “These are unprecedented circumstances, I can’t speak on every single one of them how they’ll react… If each one of them is truly trustworthy with this…” He met Hongjoong’s eyes, “But if you’re going to get out of this, you’ll need to trust them with your life, just like I do.”
Hongjoong looked at Peter for a long moment, silent and deep in thought. He then turned his attention towards you, taking hold of both of your hands. His voice was gentle and broken as he spoke, “I won’t let them hurt you, I promise.”
You bit your lip and nodded, giving Hongjoong’s hands a reassuring squeeze, “I know.”
Slowly, Hongjoong led you towards the doorway.
Mingi lunged forward, hissing low in his throat, “Joong! What are you doing!?” Yunho held the pink haired man back, knowing he couldn’t do anything about the situation. This wasn’t his decision to make.
Jongho grabbed you by the arm to keep you from moving forward, tears in his eyes as he gave you a desperate look, “Y-you have a say in this decision, too. Just like you said…” He shook his head, pleading with you not to continue forward, “You don’t have to go out there.”
You placed your hand on his, looking down for a moment before meeting his eyes, “You guys will be killed if we don’t get their help.” You gave him a reassuring nod, “You can’t keep me a secret anymore.” You turned away from Jongho’s grip, meeting Peter’s eyes as you walked towards the door.
Wooyoung grabbed his hair and stared at you, his breathing uneven and catching in his throat. San gripped the Oreo haired man tight with one hand, the other hand reaching to take a cautious hold on the gun he had holstered to his side.
Yeosang just watched, his eyes silently following you, his body twitching briefly with a momentary break in his facade. His face managed to maintain a stoic resolve, but his body held onto a tight anxiety that trembled through his limbs.
Peter whispered into your ear as he reached for the handle of the door, “I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you, I promise.”
You breathed out a small, humorless huff, meeting his eyes as he opened the door, “Is that a promise you’re sure you can keep?”
Peter just swallowed and looked on ahead, walking through the door first and stepping outside as you and Hongjoong followed close behind. The goateed man looked over the group of men, standing around the vehicles and sitting in truck beds, polishing their rifles and guns. They were all the same men from the market, you recognized some of their faces, but they all seemed different in this lighting. Less jolly and more uneasy as they stood there waiting for their leader to speak.
The headlights of the vehicles acted as a sort of spotlight as Peter stepped onto the gravel lot, looking over his men before raising his voice to speak, “I pulled you guys all out here tonight because I told you that our friends were in trouble.”
Fog came from his mouth as he spoke, the cold evening air chilling your skin as you nervously glanced at the men all staring in your direction.
Peter continued, “Many of you owe your lives to Hongjoong and his boys. I know when I told you he needed our help, most of you volunteered your aide without needing to know anything more.” He lowered his head and glanced back towards you, taking in a deep breath before turning to address his men, “But this isn’t a simple mission, nor is it anything close to standard, so I need to warn you about what it is exactly that you’re walking into. What you’re laying your lives down for.”
The militia members watched Peter curiously, more and more of them looking cautiously towards you, the unfamiliar figure so close to their leader.
“You need to know the gravity of the situation,” Peter nodded towards his men, “And I need you to trust us with the same amount of trust we’re about to put in you. Because what’s at stake here is the very core of what we represent. It’s much more than freedom from the DOP. Much more than taking down our oppressors. Much more than any of our lives.” Peter spoke with a gravitas that made even you feel ready to stand up and fight, the calm urgency in his voice making it clear the stakes that lay within his words, “It’s a world worth fighting for, a future worth dying for. A hope for a tomorrow where this world can heal. That is what we are fighting for.” Peter turned to look at you, gesturing his hand towards you as he looked back to his men, “This person right here… This woman…” The moment he said the word, the men surrounding the lot all chattered amongst themselves, staring at you with disbelief. “She is who we are fighting for.”
The moment Peter stopped to take a breath, the crowd all spoke out at once.
“Did you really just say ‘woman’?”
“That can’t be a woman…”
“A real woman?”
“Are you serious, sir?”
The militia members were all speaking louder now, the crowd getting riled up as they processed what Peter had said.
“How the hell is she alive?” One man yelled out.
“She could be a fake!” Another man hollered, “Can you say for certain she’s real?”
“Do you have proof that she is who she says she is?”
Hongjoong stepped in front of you, shielding you slightly as he addressed the anxious crowd, “She’s as real as each of you are!” He clenched his jaw, “She is flesh and blood, and she is under the protection of me and my group. Anyone who tries to lay a finger on her has to go through us.”
As if to help prove his point, Seonghwa, Jongho, San, Mingi, Yeosang, Yunho, and Wooyoung all filed out of the mansion and stood behind you, on guard and ready to act if needed.
Hongjoong held onto your arm and spoke clearly and with authority over the crowd, “She is in our care, and the DOP is trying to get its hands on her, and we will stop at nothing to keep that from happening.” He ground his teeth together, his eyes stinging and voice shaking as he pleaded, “And we desperately need your help.”
Peter spoke up, “A woman is in trouble, and we need to do everything in our power to keep her away from the DOP, and away from those who would try to harm her.” He softened his tone and looked between each of the members of his group, “We’re telling you this not just because we need to trust you, but because I know you all share the same hope as I do. Every single one of you knows the importance this woman has, and how we can’t let the DOP get to her.”
An older man stepped forward from the crowd, addressing you directly, his faded blue eyes filled with awe as he stared at you, “How have you survived all this time?”
Hongjoong held his arm over you as if to protect you from this man, and you could feel the tension of the boys behind you, each one of them ready to pull out their guns to protect you if needed.
You looked at the elderly man and met his eyes, “I don’t know.”
Another man lunged forward, “Where did you come from?”
Your voice shook as you shifted your gaze towards the ground, “I-I don’t know…”
Another larger man stepped forward from the group. He looked different in the dark of the night, but you recognized him as the friendly stall owner who was the first to greet Hongjoong at the market the other day. His eyes were kind as he spoke to you with a sincere voice, “What is your name?”
Your ears started to ring slightly as you searched your memories again, that same headache pounding against your skull as you strained to remember who you were. “I… I don’t…”
Hongjoong held onto your arm and stepped forward, “She experienced a traumatic accident, and has no memory of who she is or where she’s from, she only came into our care recently. Whether it was by chance or by an act of God, she is nothing short of a miracle.” He turned his head to meet your eyes, “She is our miracle.” He turned to look back towards the rest of Peter’s men, “And I will die before I let anything happen to her. It is our duty to make sure General Rourke and the rest of the DOP never finds her. How she got here, how she came to be here, how she’s alive—none of that matters right now!” Tears fell down Hongjoong’s face as he looked at the men, “General Rourke knows about her. I don’t know who else knows, but I know for certain we can’t let the general get his hands on her!”
Peter nodded, “Running is an option, but running only leads to a life of endless running, so I have a better option!” He called out to his men, fire in his voice, “We make the snake think he has his prey, then cut the fucker off at the head while he’s got his guard down.” He met Hongjoong’s eyes, “Two birds, one stone. We make sure the girl remains a secret, and we eliminate the DOP’s bloodthirsty head of their military.” He looked back to his men, “With Rourke gone, it’ll give us the opening we need to take down the DOP at its core. Rourke isn’t the kind of man to take risks like this, so we need to strike now, or else we could never get the chance again, and I need each and every one of you with me on this.” Peter gestured his hand towards you, “This woman right here, I believe with all of my heart that she is the key to taking down the DOP once and for all. She is the spark that will set our revolution aflame! We need each man here ready to fight for her, I need each of you willing to lay your life on the line for her! Will you help us?”
An uneasy silence spread over the crowd—a quiet, uncertain murmuring between the men as they all stared at you.
The large friendly stall owner took another step forward, nodding his head towards you, “My name is Niran, I’m a farmer at the base of the mountain.” He stood proud and held a hand over his chest, “I don’t have much, but you have my word: any man who wishes to do you harm, out there in the world, in the DOP…” He gestured his hand towards the men around him, giving them all a stern glare, “And even amongst my brotherhood… Anyone who wishes to hurt you…” He pounded his fist into his chest and met your eyes, “…Will have to go through me.”
There was another silent pause, then another man stepped forward, “They’ll have to go through me, as well.”
A few more men called out, “And me!”
“Me, too!”
“Aye, me too!”
“Gonna be hard to get through me!”
A cacophony of voices called out, all in agreement to the first man’s sentiment, their voices carrying an overwhelming hope that welled up unexpectedly in your chest, hot tears breaking though your eyes and streaming down your cheeks as you watched them all.
The large man, Niran, got down on his knee and bowed, and soon the others all followed suit, kneeling down on the gravel and bowing towards you. Niran spoke, bowing his head even lower, “We will gladly lay down our lives to keep you safe.”
You stared out over the men all bowing to you as though you were some sort of prophesized savior, you couldn’t quite process the gravity of it all. You struggled to catch your breath, your eyes stinging as you spoke out in a soft, barely audible voice, “I didn’t ask anyone to lay down their life for me…”
Peter turned and looked you over, his voice carrying a calm absolution as he spoke, “I suppose that’s the burden of being a miracle.” He gave you gentle smile as you met his gaze, “Your life is worth more than all of ours combined.”
Hongjoong gently squeezed your hand, “I know this isn’t what you signed up for…” He looked out over the crowd, studying the men kneeling before you, “But we’ll stick it through with you to the very end. No matter what happens.” He turned and started leading you back into the mansion, nodding towards the rest of his crew, “Now let’s figure out how to deal with Rourke…”
***
After things settled a bit and Peter’s men were filled in on the situation, the group gathered in the dining room along with Peter and select handful of his men. Maps and documents were spread across the table, many of which were taken from Murdock’s hideout. Wooyoung had his laptop and was looking through databases for additional intel while the rest of the group spoke.
You sat at the far end of the main table, sipping at some tea Seonghwa had brought for you, trying to ignore how Peter’s men all stared at you.
Peter leaned over the table, looking at a large map of the outer limits stretching beyond the main city. “Where did Rourke tell you to met him for the rendezvous?”
Hongoong, whose eyes were sunken from worry and exhaustion, reached over and pointed at a spot on the map, “At this abandoned base here, by the old amusement park.”
Yunho looked through the files taken from Murdock’s hideout, squinting as he peered back over to the map Hongjoong and Peter were looking over, “This is peculiar…”
“What is it?” Hongjoong moved to look at the file Yunho had in his hands.
“It looks like Rourke constructed a series of tunnels that weren’t approved by the DOP, they lead from one base to the other…” Yunho pulled out the schematics for a series of tunnels and held it over the map. “The tunnels lead right to that base…”
San dropped what he was doing and looked over at the schematics, “I know these tunnels, Woo and I used them to escape back before Hongjoong recruited us…” He poked a finger over where the abandoned base was “I bet Rourke was using this as the outpost for that illegal trade network we read about back at Murdock’s place…” San looked up and met Hongjoong’s eyes, “I know how to navigate these tunnels, I can lead a group in through one of the outer terminals and we can sneak up on them from behind. We’ll take ‘em down from the inside while you guys distract Rourke from the outside.”
“Rourke will be on the lookout for any sneak attacks like that…” Yunho sighed and looked through the rest of the documents he had laid out on the table.
“Rourke will be looking for attacks from the outside.” San raised his brows, “He doesn’t know that we know about the tunnels.”
“How are we going to distract him, exactly?” Hongjoong looked up at San.
“By giving him what he wants.” Peter eyed the others, “By giving him a woman.”
“We can’t bring the girl with us!” Mingi hissed in a low tone, eyes darting nervously towards you, “I thought the point of all this was to keep her away from Rourke!”
“We bring a decoy.” Hongjoong gave Peter a knowing glance, “Someone to play the role, just enough to make Rourke think I’m giving up without a fight.”
“So we’re going to convince Rourke that one of us is a lady?” Jongho muttered, scanning the various men standing around the room, pushing away the file he had in front of him out of frustration, “Everyone’s eyes would be on them, and Rourke isn’t an idiot. He’d have you shot before you even opened your mouth…”
One of Peter’s men nodded in agreement, “What idiot would volunteer for that kind of death sentence?”
A velvet, monotone voice broke through the chatter of the room, “I’ll do it.”
The room went quiet, all eyes turning their focus towards Yeosang leaning in the doorway.
“I’ll be your woman.” Yeosang added, his expression calm and unreadable, but his body stiff and tense like it had been before.
Jongho was the first to speak up, shooting up from his seat at the table, “Stop it, Sang… You can’t—”
“I’m the only one here convincing enough to keep their attention for the time we need.” Yeosang shifted his eyes over to Hongjoong, “We just need a distraction, right? I just need to be able to fool them at a glance.” He clenched his jaw and shifted his gaze down, “Peter and his boys will just need to catch them off guard before the General can get a more ‘in-depth’ inspection…”
Wooyoung turned away from his laptop and met Yeosang’s eyes, “Are you sure about this, Yeo? This puts all of the focus on you…”
Yeosang kept his eyes on the floor for a moment before glancing up to meet Hongjoong’s eyes, “What other choice do we have? If we don’t deal with Rourke now, we’re all dead.”
“In that case…” Wooyoung closed his laptop and got up from the table, “I got an idea for something that’ll help with this, but it’s going to take me about an hour to put it together.” Wooyoung left the room, giving Yeosang a careful pat on the shoulder as he passed him.
Yeosang looked down vacantly, as though he were in some sort of trance as he addressed the room, “I’ll go and put myself together… Let me know what the rest of the plan is when we’re getting ready to go.”
You watched the beautiful man as he turned and left the dining room, walking down the hallway and away from the rest of the group.
Hongjoong let out a deep breath and returned his attention to the map, speaking with the others about the order of events that needed to happen for this plan to work, but the voices in the air just slipped past you like incoherent murmurs.
You didn’t absorb anything from what was being spoken, your attention completely on the open door where Yeosang was previously leaning. There was a nagging feeling in your chest. Something akin to guilt… Something akin to anger… You couldn’t make words of what you were feeling, but you were no longer content with just sitting there and letting those feelings stew.
You stood up from your seat, and a room full of eyes all followed you as you got up. You looked out nervously over Peter’s men before turning to meet Hongjoong’s eyes, clearing your throat as you spoke, “I apologize… I guess I’m feeling a little…” You scratched the back of your neck, trying to come up with the right word, “Overwhelmed? I’m gonna go lie down for a bit while you guys discuss this…”
Seonghwa put a hand on yours, “Do you need someone to come with you?”
You shook your head, glancing over to the militia members before looking down, “No, I’ll be fine.”
Hongjoong nodded and let out a slow breath, “Go rest, we’ll figure things out here, so try to get whatever sleep you can.”
“Thank you…” You nodded, then glanced around to the rest of the men in the room. “All of you… Thank you.” You lowered your head and rushed out of the room, eager to escape the suffocating air of the intense conversation.
Yunho watched as you left the room, speaking in a hushed town when he was sure you were out of earshot, “Someone will need to stay behind and watch the girl…”
Hongjoong gave a reluctant nod. He was too scared to face it until now, but he knew he had to leave you alone again. There was no way around it.
Mingi opened his mouth to speak, but Yunho just glared at the pink haired man, “Not you, Mingi. You know how Rourke operates, we need you there to help lead Peter’s men.”
San gave Mingi a firm pat on the shoulder, “Plus you have more reason than anyone to kill the bastard. Do you really want to miss seeing that fucker get what’s coming to him?”
Mingi’s pout turned into a sigh as he nodded his head in agreement, “Fine…”
Seonghwa let out a deep, reluctant sigh, “And I’m guessing you idiots will need a sniper, otherwise I’d volunteer to stay behind…”
“What you guys won’t need for this is a lawyer…” Jongho sat back in his chair and crossed his arms, “I’ll stay behind to keep an eye on her and get things ready for whatever happens next.” He glared at Hongjoong, “I assume you’ve thought about what happens next? Assuming we succeed in this suicide mission?”
“We obviously can’t stay here at the mansion anymore…” San tsked and looked up at the ceiling.
Yunho looked over to Hongjoong, “Do we have any safe houses where the DOP can’t get to her?”
Mingi spoke up, “What about Peter’s camp?”
Peter shook his head, “Too many unknowns having her with us there…” He nodded towards his other men in the room, “I brought along men I knew I could trust, but that doesn’t mean every refugee who seeks asylum at the camp is trustworthy…”
Seonghwa leaned over the table and glanced up at Hongjoong, “At this point, we’re best off getting her out of the country, somewhere overseas… You have any safe houses like that, Joong?”
Hongjoong ground his teeth together and looked down, pressing his fists into the table as he shook his head, “Not anywhere reliable…”
Peter stood there in silence for a long time before finally speaking up, “I may have a place.” He put his hands on his hips, biting his lip as he looked over to Hongjoong, letting out a sigh as he continued, “It’s a few days from here by boat. I was… I was looking for a place for… For your mom…” He crossed his arms and looked down, “When things were originally looking bad with the DOP, I had heard there were some remote islands off the coast of Australia, places with resources and sustainable sources of food, where someone could live away from the eye of the DOP.” He met Hongjoong’s eyes and nodded, “I set up a shelter there, a safe place for her… I was going to take you and her away from your dad and bring you there, but by the time I got back… She…” Peter’s eyes started the water up and he looked away, biting down hard on his lip to keep his emotions in check.
Hongjoong’s eyes started to sting, he just stared at Peter, mouth slightly agape, “How come you never told me?”
Peter sniffed and shook his head, “I was too late. I couldn’t handle the guilt of that at the time, so I poured myself into Pyrate, poured myself into saving the people I could save from the DOP. But I, um…” He let out a heavy breath and stood up straight, “Look, the past is the past, all that matters is we have a place where you can take the girl.”
San shook is head, “How exactly are we going to leave the country? The DOP is in control of all the ports, there’s no way we’ll be able to get her out without getting caught.”
“We got some buddies who work the docks.” Peter nodded, “We can get a small ship loaded up with all of you tomorrow night, assuming we survive Rourke. I’ll send a couple of my boys out to make sure the dock is cleared, then you guys can load up and set sail in the cover of night.”
Hongjoong stared down at the table, mulling over the information for a moment before raising his eyes to look towards the rest of the group, “Alright. We have a rough plan for what to do after…” He stabbed a finger onto the location of the abandoned base on the map in front of him, “Now let’s focus on the before… Killing Rourke.”
Here is part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, and part 11
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This is mostly fluff, but there is a discussion of sexual preferences towards the end, just a heads up for y’all!
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Backstage was a flurry of motion, stylists shouting, makeup brushes flying, and models weaving through racks of myth-inspired clothing. In the center of it all, Y/N darted from one corner to the next, clutching a clipboard, double-checking the order of looks, and making sure every accessory was in place.
“Where’s the ninth kitsune tail?” she muttered, spinning around as a stylist rushed past with a tray of glitter. Jermey called her name for last-minute approval on Seonghwa’s jacket. Candace waved a phone, demanding clarification on the music cues.
Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest, her breath coming faster with every new request. Just as she was about to dash across the room again, a gentle hand caught her wrist.
She turned to find Hongjoong, his gaze steady and reassuring. He offered a small, knowing smile and squeezed her hand. “Hey, breathe. You’ve done everything you can. The show’s going to be amazing. You can’t control every little thing, and you don’t have to. Let the magic happen, okay? We’ve got your back.”
Y/N tries to protest, but Hongjoong shakes his head, voice warm and certain. “I checked on everyone. Mingi and Yunho are already arguing over seats; San is taking selfies with Felix; Seonghwa is getting final touches and looking hot; and Yeosang and Jongho have Wooyoung with them, so he behaves. Everyone’s exactly where they’re supposed to be.”
His words settled the wild flutter in her chest. Y/N managed a grateful smile, letting herself lean on him for just a second as the final call for models echoed through the backstage area.
“Now,” Hongjoong said, giving her a playful nudge, “let’s go watch some legends come to life.”
With Hongjoong’s calm presence grounding her, Y/N peeked through a gap in the curtains, spotting her friends in the audience and the models preparing behind her. She caught Seonghwa’s eye as he waited in the wings, his dark fae costume glinting, and gave him a thumbs-up. Felix, radiant in his angelic ensemble, flashed her a reassuring smile. Despite the nerves, they both seemed ready to become legends.
A voice crackled over the intercom, announcing the start of the show. The lights dimmed, a hush fell, and Y/N stepped out to welcome the audience beneath the stained glass dome of La Coupole at Galeries Lafayette. Her voice rang out, inviting everyone to let their imaginations roam free as legends came to life.
She returned backstage as the show began. Seonghwa was the first to take the runway, embodying the dark fae with regal confidence. Dressed in a midnight-black suit that shimmered with silver threads and chains, he moved with elegant, mysterious grace. Sprouting from his back were dark purple, iridescent wings, catching the light with every step and casting subtle, shifting hues across the stage. The crowd was entranced.
Moments later, Felix emerged as the angel. Dressed in layers of flowing dark blue, white, and gold, he seemed to glow under the lights. His gentle, luminous smile and graceful stride captivated the audience. The feathered wings at his back were dusted with delicate gold speckles, each one catching the light like tiny stars mirroring his freckles. As he walked, the wings shimmered as if he’d truly descended from another world.
Thunderous applause erupted as they crossed at the runway’s center, dark and light side by side. New myths and marvels followed: a phoenix in fiery reds and golds, a trickster Kitsune, ancient heroes in shimmering armor, each transforming the runway into a living tapestry of legends.
When the final bow was taken, the models and designers spilled backstage, swept up in a whirlwind of congratulations. Y/N found herself hugging Seonghwa and Felix when a familiar hand touched her shoulder.
She turned, eyes widening. “Chan?”
Bang Chan grinned, a little breathless but beaming with pride. “Surprise. I had to see the legends come to life.”
The group erupted in happy shouts, pulling him into their circle as Felix nearly tackled him with a hug. “You saw the show?” Y/N asked.
Chan nodded warmly. “You were all incredible. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
With everyone together, the mood was jubilant as they went out for a celebratory dinner.
The group filled the bistro with laughter and stories. As the meal wore on, Bang Chan caught Hongjoong’s eye and gestured for him to step outside. On the quiet, lamplit street, Chan’s expression was friendly but serious. “Hongjoong, Y/N means everything to us. If you ever hurt her, you’ll have to answer to me. I’m trusting you with her, so please take care of her.”
Hongjoong met his gaze. “I would never hurt Y/N or any of my soulmates. Their happiness and safety mean everything to me.”
Chan smiled, tension easing into camaraderie. Just then, Y/N stepped outside, raising a brow. “Chan, are you giving Hongjoong ‘the talk’ right now?”
Chan tried to look innocent. “Me? No! We were just… getting some air.”
Y/N grinned. “I can take care of myself, but it’s sweet seeing you worry.”
Hongjoong chuckled, giving Y/N’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Having people who care about you isn’t so bad, right?”
Y/N shook her head with a laugh. “You’re both impossible. Absolute dorks.”
Chan held the door open for them. “Yeah, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Together, they headed back inside, warmth and understanding settling over the night.
Toward the end of the meal, Hongjoong and Chan both reached for the bill, each insisting on paying. The two stared each other down, competitive streaks on full display. Y/N, watching with amusement, only smirked and leaned back in her seat.
When the server returned, receipt in hand, the truth emerged: “I’m sorry, sirs, but the bill has already been paid.”
Chan and Hongjoong blinked in surprise, turning to Y/N. She grinned, smug and triumphant. “Too slow, my dear soulmate and friend. While you two were out on the balcony, I paid the bill.”
They groaned in defeat, but their laughter soon joined hers, the playful rivalry only making the night feel more like family.
Later, the day's energy melted into a gentle calm for the evening. Everyone changed into pajamas and lounged among blankets and pillows in the living room. Y/N was sprawled comfortably on top of Wooyoung, her head on his chest, his arms around her waist. The group was scattered around, basking in the warmth of their friendship.
Soft city lights glowed through the windows. In that moment, surrounded by the people she cherished most, Y/N felt utterly at home.
As the comfortable silence stretched, Hongjoong cleared his throat, drawing gentle attention. “Since we’re all here together, I wanted to talk about something important, especially for Y/N. We’ve all been together a long time, but Y/N, you’re new to all of this with us. We want to make sure everyone feels safe and respected. That means talking about boundaries, public, private, all of it.”
Seonghwa nodded. “We want you to always feel comfortable, whether it’s about affection in public, private, or anything else. So, please share whatever you need us to know. This is about trust, not pressure.”
Yunho chimed in softly, “We just want you to feel like you belong, and that we’ll always respect what you need.”
A gentle silence followed, full of care and patience.
Y/N shifted to get more comfortable atop Wooyoung, head pillowed on his chest. She glanced around at all her soulmates, all of them public figures. She spoke, her voice gentle but certain. “I really appreciate you all asking about boundaries. Since you’re all in the public eye and I have my own reputation too I think it’s best we keep PDA to a minimum when we’re out. I just want to avoid rumors or anything that could hurt us or our careers. In private, I want to feel close to all of you. But out there, let’s play it safe.”
Wooyoung groaned dramatically. “Ugh, you mean I can’t even hold your hand or kiss your cheek on the street? That’s cruel, Y/N!”
The group burst into laughter, tension dissolving. Yeosang rolled his eyes, “He’ll survive. Probably.”
Hongjoong smiled fondly. “Thank you for being honest with us, treasure. We’ll all respect your wishes.”
Wooyoung huffed, but the twinkle in his eyes gave him away. “Fine. But when we’re alone, you’re all mine.”
As the laughter faded, Y/N glanced down, a shy flush on her cheeks. She hesitated, then admitted quietly, "There’s something else, too. I’ve never actually been in a relationship before. You’re all… my firsts. In every way."
The group was stunned into silence, then excitement and awe rippled through the room. Wooyoung perked up with giddy delight. "Wait...really? You mean we're your first and last boyfriends? That's it for you, Y/N, you're stuck with us forever!"
The boys cheered with playful promises to “make it special” and take things slow. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmed but happy, as she was enveloped in their excitement.
As the laughter settled, Hongjoong grew more thoughtful. He gently reached for Y/N’s hand. “Y/N, thank you for telling us that. I don’t want to assume anything, but… is it okay if I ask, should we assume you haven’t had any sexual experience before?”
The question hung in the air, gentle but honest. “I only ask so we know how to support you best. No judgment, ever.”
The rest of the boys nodded, their excitement tempered by protective affection.
Y/N offered a small, slightly embarrassed smile. “You can assume right. I haven’t had any sexual experience. I was always so focused on my work and everything else going on that I never really had the chance....or honestly, the desire...until now. I always thought that if it was going to happen, I wanted it to be with my soulmates. And now that I have you, it feels right.”
Her honesty drew gentle smiles and reassurances from the group. “That’s okay, we’ll go at your pace.” “We’re just glad it’s us.” “We’ll wait as long as you need, and we’ll always make sure you feel safe and loved.”
A comforting sense of acceptance settled over the group.
After a thoughtful pause, Y/N asked, “Since I’m new to all of this… can you help me understand what your dynamic is like? How do things usually work?”
Hongjoong hesitated, exchanging glances with the others. “There’s a kind of hierarchy in our dynamic, especially when it comes to intimacy. Some of us are strict Dominants, a few are switches. It’s something we worked out together, and we always talk things through.”
He met Y/N’s eyes, gentle and reassuring. “We’ll explain everything, and you never have to agree to anything that makes you uneasy. Everything moves at your pace.”
A ripple of agreement went through the group.
Sensing lingering seriousness, Y/N grinned and asked, “So, Seonghwa… do you like being called ‘Mommy’?”
Silence fell; then chaos erupted. Wooyoung cackled, Mingi nearly choked, San looked shocked, Hongjoong turned red, and Yunho whooped. Seonghwa’s face went bright red, torn between feigned outrage and bashful pride. Jongho buried his face in his hands, groaning, “Not this again…” while Yeosang patted his back in mock sympathy.
The laughter and teasing melted away any awkwardness. Seonghwa regained his composure, tried to glare, but couldn’t hide his smile. “Honestly? I do like it...a lot more than I ever expected,” he admitted, meeting Y/N’s eyes. “Especially if it’s you.”
The group burst into more laughter and affectionate teasing.
Y/N, still grinning, nudged Hongjoong. “Now that I’ve outed Seonghwa, can I get the real tea? What’s your dynamic actually like together? Not just the Doms and switches...who’s the softest, who’s the most strict, who’s always secretly giving in, and, most importantly, who’s the biggest brat after Wooyoung?”
Yunho snorted. “You mean, is there anyone who could ever out-brat Wooyoung? Impossible.”
Wooyoung put a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “Rude! But… fair.”
San grinned. “It’s true. There’s no one bigger.”
Mingi chimed in, “He’s really the only one that pushes buttons, to be honest.”
Jongho just smirked. “He’s got the crown, and he knows it.”
Yeosang, ever observant, gave Hongjoong a sly look. “If you want real secrets, you should know our fearless Captain has a thing for teaching innocent souls new tricks.”
Hongjoong’s ears turned pink as the group burst out laughing. “Yeosang!” he protested, but the gleam in his eye betrayed how unbothered he really was.
Wooyoung waggled his brows at Y/N. “Just watch out, he’s got a whole corruption kink, and you’re basically his dream come true.”
Y/N laughed, feeling completely at home in the affectionate chaos. Hongjoong draped an arm over the back of the couch. “It’s loud and messy, but it works. We all balance each other; even Wooyoung’s chaos has its place. And now you’re here, so you get to decide where you fit in and who you want to gang up on first.”
The group dissolved into another round of laughter.
Yeosang wasn’t done stirring the pot. With a sly glance, he pointed at Mingi. “By the way, if you’re looking for someone who’s a little more submissive than he looks, Mingi’s your guy.”
Mingi flushed as he spluttered, “Hey! That’s not...”
Yunho didn’t miss a beat, throwing an arm around Mingi’s shoulders. “Yeosang’s not wrong. Our giant here is our sweet prince.”
The group burst out laughing, Mingi groaning good-naturedly.
After the laughter faded, the conversation turned gentle and sincere. Everyone talked through boundaries and even the smallest uncertainties, making sure Y/N felt truly heard and respected. By the end, the room was filled with a comfortable sense of understanding.
As the night drew to a close, Yeosang stood and, with calm confidence, scooped Y/N up into his arms. “I’m claiming you for the night,” he announced, shooting the others a smug look. “I’ve had to babysit Wooyoung the last couple of days, so it’s finally my turn with our soulmate.”
Wooyoung pouted but didn’t protest, and the rest of the group laughed, content in the warmth of their shared hotel penthouse as Yeosang carried Y/N off for the night. Cradled in his arms, Y/N twisted enough to give everyone a playful wave goodnight, grinning as the group called out their own farewells down the hall.
In Yeosang’s suite, the two slip into the gentle routine of getting ready for bed. Y/N is already in pajamas, but when Yeosang insists she wear his favorite pair, the ones soft from years of use and faintly scented like him, she gives in with a fond smile, happily changing just to make him happy. They take their time removing makeup, sharing quiet laughter, and sleepy smiles at the sink.
When they finally crawl into bed, Yeosang nestles close, laying his head on Y/N’s chest, arms draped around her waist. Y/N cards her fingers through his hair, her heart swelling at the trust he shows her. In the low light, she catches sight of the small birthmark next to his left eye, a detail usually hidden beneath makeup.
Her voice grows soft as she traces her thumb along his cheek. “You know, I love that mark,” she whispers. “It’s so perfectly you.”
Yeosang’s lips curl into a shy, sleepy smile as they drift off together, safe in each other’s arms.
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The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the hotel suite’s curtains. The room was quiet with only the gentle sounds of Paris waking up outside. Y/n, still nestled between Seonghwa and Hongjoong, woke first. For a moment, she just lay there, listening to the even breaths of her soulmates, enjoying the rare peace.
Smiling softly, Y/n pressed a gentle kiss to Hongjoong’s forehead, then turned her head to press a kiss on Seonghwa’s cheek. The simple, loving gestures made her heart flutter with gratitude for this new, unexpected happiness.
Carefully, Y/n slipped out from between them, moving silently so as not to disturb their sleep. She padded across the plush carpet, glancing back with a fond smile just in time to see Hongjoong shift in his sleep, instinctively seeking out Seonghwa’s warmth. Still half-lost in dreams, Hongjoong moved closer, draping himself over Seonghwa and nuzzling into his shoulder, the two men unconsciously snuggling together in the sheets.
Curiosity and a little mischief prompted her next move. Before heading to their suitcases, Y/n spotted her phone on the nightstand. Unable to resist, she picked it up, opened the camera, and snapped a quick picture of Hongjoong and Seonghwa snuggled up together in the sheets, an image too precious not to be captured.
She then walked over to the dresser where their suitcases were neatly stacked, unzipping first Seonghwa’s and then Hongjoong’s. She sifted through the mix of carefully folded and slightly rumpled clothes, smiling to herself as she picked out a pair of baggy jeans that looked like Hongjoong’s and a loose, stylish T-shirt that could be Seonghwa’s.
Y/n slipped into the bathroom, shut the door, leaving it a bit ajar just in case, and set the clothes down. Her gaze drifted to her phone in her hand, and the quiet of the morning made a spark of curiosity flare in her chest. Instead of heading straight for the shower, she unlocked her phone and pulled up YouTube. For a moment, she hovered on the search bar, her heart fluttering at the thought of hearing her soulmates’ voices in a way she never had before. With a breath of anticipation, she typed in “ATEEZ” and pressed play on their most popular song.
The opening notes filled the bathroom, unfamiliar and electric. Y/n stood still, listening as the voices of her soulmates, bright, powerful, and achingly new, echoed off the tile. Each lyric, each harmony, was a revelation, connecting her to a part of them she had only just begun to discover. She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her, the realization sinking in that this was the first time she’d truly experienced their world.
With her heart both light and racing, Y/n set her phone carefully on the counter, the music continuing to play in the background as she turned on the shower and let the water heat up. As she stepped inside, the steam and spray mingled with the distant chorus, and for the first time, she felt truly connected to her soulmates in a way words couldn’t capture. Their voices, now hers, too, were a promise of new beginnings. By the time she finished, she knew she’d never listen to music the same way again.
Back in the bedroom, Hongjoong slowly woke, immediately noticing the absence of Y/n’s warmth beside him. His heart gave a brief, uneasy thud until the soft sound of music and water running drifted from the bathroom, a melody he knew by heart, now mingling with the gentle patter of the shower. The realization brought a sleepy, fond smile to his lips. Even apart, their worlds were overlapping in new ways, her curiosity about their music making him feel closer to her than ever.
Still feeling a lingering need to be near her, Hongjoong slipped carefully out of bed, making sure not to disturb Seonghwa. He padded quietly across the carpet and approached the bathroom, where the door stood slightly ajar and steam curled into the hallway. Leaning against the doorframe, he paused a moment, letting the familiar song and the rhythm of Y/n’s morning routine calm any leftover nerves. The sense of connection was almost tangible. She was experiencing a piece of his world, and he was witnessing it from just a room away.
After another heartbeat, his lips curled into a teasing smile. He called out, voice warm and playful, “Y/n, you know, for someone who loves to cuddle, you sure are sneaky in the morning. What do you want for breakfast? Should I order something up to the room for us?”
His words carried a note of fond amusement, mingled with genuine affection. With a small, hopeful smile, he waited there for her answer, happily.
Y/n’s voice floated out through the steam, equally teasing and sweet, “Maybe you two just were not holding on tight enough last night. Or maybe I just have a secret talent for escaping snuggle traps.” She let out a soft laugh, the sound warm and bright. “Give me just a minute, Hongjoong, I’m almost done in here. We can pick something together, okay?”
Hongjoong grinned at her response, his voice sweet and light. "Okay, I’ll wait. I’m going to get changed real quick and then head to the living room. If you want me to do anything to help you, just shout, all right?" He lingered at the door for a second, clearly reluctant to leave her side, before finally peeling himself away with a fond smile.
Y/n called back, her voice light and reassuring over the sound of the shower. "I’m good, Hongjoong! I’ll be out in just a minute."
He ducked back into the bedroom, quickly pulling on a sleek, black monochromatic outfit: slim black jeans and a soft black T-shirt. His hair was still adorably tousled from sleep, but the look made him appear effortlessly cool. With a hum, he rummaged through Seonghwa’s suitcase next, carefully laying out a crisp shirt and comfy jeans on the bed for his soulmate. Hongjoong couldn’t help but smile as he smoothed the clothes out, calling softly, “I swear, I love dressing up my soulmates. You always look good, but I make sure you look your best.”
A short while later, Y/n emerged from the bathroom, her hair freshly styled and cheeks flushed from the steam. She wore the baggy jeans and loose T-shirt she’d picked from Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s suitcases. The sight made Hongjoong’s heart swell with a possessive delight; seeing his soulmate in his clothes was a silent message to anyone who saw her: she was theirs.
He met her gaze with a warm, proud grin. “You know, seeing you in our clothes just makes my whole day. There’s nothing better than everyone knowing you’re already taken.”
Y/n rolled her eyes fondly, but her smile was bright as she joined him in the living room. Together, they scrolled through the room service menu, debating and laughing over what to order. In the end, they picked a breakfast spread of fresh fruit, eggs, bacon, yogurt, coffee, and plenty of gluten-free pastries.
As they set the table and arranged the food, Seonghwa wandered out of the bedroom, still drowsy and dressed in the crisp shirt and comfy jeans Hongjoong had picked for him. He stifled a yawn, blinking at the sunlight, and Hongjoong gave him an approving once-over.
“Look at you, Hwa,” Hongjoong teased lightly, a proud note in his voice. “You pull off anything I pick for you.”
Seonghwa gave a sleepy smile, crossing the room to press a soft kiss to Hongjoong’s lips in greeting. “That’s because you have good taste,” he murmured, warmth in his gaze. Without missing a beat, he took a seat at the table and gently tugged Y/n down into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzled her cheek, and planted a fond kiss there.
“You know,” Seonghwa teased, his lips brushing her ear, “it was pretty sneaky the way you slipped out of bed this morning. I wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.”
Y/n laughed, her cheeks warming as she leaned back against him, basking in the gentle affection from both her soulmates. The three of them settled in together, the Paris sunlight spilling across their breakfast and making the moment feel golden and utterly theirs.
Time slipped by in a haze of laughter, playful teasing, and the easy comfort of sharing a meal together. At breakfast, between bites and sips of coffee, Hongjoong and Seonghwa made sure Y/n had the rest of the soulmates’ numbers, adding them to her phone and the group chat with plenty of commentary and inside jokes. The morning was filled with the soft chime of notifications, laughter, and the warmth of a group finally feeling whole.
After clearing the table and packing up their things, the three headed downstairs to where a sleek car waited for them. Inside, Seonghwa settled into the left captain’s seat, while Hongjoong claimed the front passenger seat. Y/n took the right captain seat in the back, her phone buzzing with new group chat messages and cheerful emojis from the others.
As the car pulled up in front of the studio, Seonghwa twisted in his seat to catch Y/n’s gaze, reaching over the console to squeeze her hand gently. Hongjoong turned around in his seat, flashing a reassuring grin.
“We’ll be back as soon as we can,” Hongjoong promised, his tone light and teasing. “Have a good day, treasure. If you need anything, just text either of us, alright?”
Seonghwa leaned across the armrest to press a gentle kiss to Y/n’s cheek, his voice soft and reassuring. “We’ve got that interview, and we need to run a quick errand afterward, but we’ll come straight back here as soon as we’re done. We’re serious. If you need us for anything, don’t hesitate to call.”
Y/n smiled at both of them, warmth in her eyes. “I promise, I’ll be fine. Good luck with the interview, and don’t get lost on your errand. I’ll text you if I need anything.” She squeezed Seonghwa’s hand and blew Hongjoong a quick kiss. “Now go be amazing. We’ll see you soon.”
With a round of cheek kisses and one last look, Y/n slipped out onto the curb, glancing back through the car window at her soulmates. As the car pulled away, she found herself already counting the hours until they’d be together again.
Candace and Jeremy stood by one of the cutting tables in the studio, deep in conversation, when Y/n entered. Candace was gesturing animatedly with a measuring tape, while Jeremy nodded along, a bright smile on his face.
As soon as they noticed Y/n stepping into the room, both paused and turned toward her. Candace grinned, eyebrows raised. “Someone looks like they're in a good mood.”
Jeremy caught Candace’s eye, shaking his head in mock confusion. “Is there something we missed? Felix only got in yesterday, and we’re still down a model for the show. What’s got you glowing like this, Y/n?”
They both looked at her with a mix of curiosity and surprise, knowing that nothing from the work side or Felix’s visit should have accounted for such a wild, happy smile.
Y/n just laughed, cheeks warming as she set her bag down, the joy of her soulmates and the energy of her new connections still sparkling in her eyes.
Knowing she could trust the people who’d been with her since the very beginning, Y/n took a deep breath and looked between Candace and Jeremy. Her smile was a little shaky with nerves, but radiant with happiness.
“You guys,” she began, her voice soft but trembling with excitement, “I have to tell you something. Yesterday… I met my soulmates. Two of them, Seonghwa and Hongjoong.”
Candace and Jeremy exchanged surprised glances. “Wait, you met two soulmates at once?” Candace asked, her tone a mix of awe and confusion.
Y/n nodded, cheeks flushing. “Yes, and that’s not even the craziest part.” She took a steadying breath. “It turns out I have six more. All of them are… part of the same group. They’re in a band together.”
Jeremy blinked, then leaned in, curious. “What band?”
Y/n grinned, her excitement bubbling over as she unlocked her phone and pulled up some photos. “Ateez. They’re a K-pop band from Korea. Hongjoong and Seonghwa are both in it, and so are my other six soulmates.” She turned her phone so they could see: a group shot of all eight members together, flashing bright smiles and playful poses.
Candace’s eyes went wide as she looked between the photo and Y/n. “You mean, all of them? You have eight soulmates, and they’re all in this band? Wow… and they’re all seriously good looking, too.”
Jeremy leaned over to get a look, then shot Candace a mock-offended look, nudging her. “Excuse me, aren’t I supposed to be the best-looking soulmate you know?”
Candace just grinned, giving Jeremy a playful pat on the arm. “Don’t worry, you’re still my number one. But you have to admit, Y/n’s got herself an entire lineup of models.”
Y/n laughed, warmth flooding her chest at the easy, familiar banter.
She nodded, a mix of nerves and happiness coloring her voice. “It was honestly wild. I went to Café Genovia just needing some peace and quiet. When I got there, I noticed two guys at the counter who stood out, but I was mostly distracted thinking about the show and how desperate I was for a model. I actually ended up asking the taller one, Seonghwa, if he’d ever modeled. He said yes, and then both introduced themselves as Seonghwa and Hongjoong.”
She paused to let them process, then continued, “We ended up coming back here so we could talk in private. That’s when they told me they were idols in a K-pop band Ateez. I was honestly in shock, but then things got even crazier. When Seonghwa was trying on his outfit for the show, I saw his soulmate mark, and it matched mine exactly. That’s when everything clicked for all of us.”
“At first, we thought it was just the three of us, but then they told me the truth: there are six more, all in Ateez too. I have eight soulmates. Later that night, we went on a date. And then… we FaceTimed the rest of the group back in Korea. They were just as excited as we were. It still doesn’t even feel real.”
She showed Candace and Jeremy another group photo on her phone, her eyes shining. “And the best part? Seonghwa agreed to walk in the show. He’s actually excited about it.”
Jeremy let out a low whistle, still trying to process it all. “That’s… wow. So you went from zero soulmates to eight, and they’re all, like, superstars? Wow.”
Candace shook her head, grinning in amazement as she looked at the photos again. “If they make you this happy, I don’t care who they are, band or not.”
The three of them laughed, awe and disbelief mingling as the reality of Y/n’s wild new chapter began to sink in.
The day swept Y/n into its familiar creative blur, sketches to review, fittings to oversee, and team questions keeping her mind busy. Hours slipped by, the studio alive with the hum of machines and the scent of fresh fabric. Finally, Y/n claimed a rare oasis of quiet: her lunch break. With a bowl of takeout fried rice and chicken in front of her and a tall iced matcha latte in hand, she perched on a sunny windowsill in her office, letting herself breathe and savor the moment. Her phone buzzed, predictably, with new messages—but this time, the screen flashed a name that made her smile:
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Remembering her promise of a one-on-one conversation, she grinned and made her way over to her desk, setting her lunch down and propping her phone up securely before answering his phone call. “Hey, San!”
San’s voice was warm, a little breathless. “Hey. Hope I’m not catching you at a bad time.”
She shook her head, smiling. “Not at all....I was just about to order lunch, actually. You called just in time. I am having a hard time picking something.”
San chuckled softly, the sound slightly muffled by background noise she couldn’t quite place. “Well, what are you not feeling today?”
She blinked, caught off guard by the question. “That’s… actually a good way to put it. I don’t know, definitely not pizza. Or burgers. Maybe not anything too heavy.”
There was a pause on the line. “You know what I keep thinking about?” San said, his tone a little nostalgic. “That café in Paris, the one with the croque monsieur. I still dream about that sandwich sometimes.”
She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re the worst. Now that’s all I want. And a pastry. And maybe those coffees.”
He chuckled. “Maybe you’ll get lucky today.”
Before she could reply, a soft knock echoed from her studio door. She glanced at the door, puzzled. “Weird. Hold on, someone’s here.”
San held his breath on the other side, phone still pressed to his ear, anticipation buzzing under his skin as he waited for her to open the door. A dimpled smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, a mix of nerves and excitement lighting up his face as he listened for the sound of her footsteps approaching.
Inside, Y/N hesitated for a moment, not expecting anyone, eyebrows knitting in confusion. She kept her phone pressed to her ear as she padded toward the door.
She unlocked and pulled it open, expecting a delivery or maybe Candace with another question, anything but what she actually saw.
San stood there in the hallway, phone still in his hand, that unmistakable dimpled smile lighting up his face.
For a heartbeat, she just stared, stunned, her phone still pressed to her ear. “San?” The word was barely more than a gasp, echoing both through her phone and the open space between them.
His smile widened, nerves and delight mingling in his eyes. “Surprise,” he said, his voice overlapping on the call.
A disbelieving laugh burst out of her. For a split second, they both held their phones as if seeking proof, then, almost in unison, lowered them, fumbling to end the call and tuck the devices away, no longer necessary.
She stepped forward, her excitement bubbling over, and before she could react, San swept her off her feet in one smooth motion. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he lifted her. Their laughter and relief mingled in the air, dissolving any last trace of separation as he held her close, spinning her once with pure joy before settling her comfortably in his arms.
San caught her easily and held her close, her laughter still bubbling against his ear. Without missing a beat, he shifted his grip and carried her into the studio, their happiness echoing off the walls.
He made his way to the bay window, sunlight streaming in and painting the space with warmth. Easing down onto the cushioned seat, he settled her comfortably in his lap, his arms still wrapped around her.
For a long moment, they just sat there, foreheads pressed together, letting the quiet joy settle between them. She brushed a stray hair from his face, her fingertips gentle and lingering.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” she whispered, her voice full of wonder.
San’s dimpled smile deepened. “I had to see you.” He shrugs. “Nothing like convincing manager-nim that I needed a few more days.”
After a few more stolen moments, the rumble of her stomach broke the spell. She laughed, burying her face in his shoulder. “I guess I still need to order lunch.”
San nudged her playfully. “Or we could go out and make it a real date. Just you, me, and maybe a shopping trip to spoil my girl?”
She beamed, sliding off his lap and offering him her hand. “It’s a date.”
San laced his fingers through hers, both of them pausing for a moment to simply look at each other, the reality of it all still settling in. A laugh bubbled up between them, soft, incredulous, full of relief and hope.
They walked out of the studio, shoulders brushing, the air between them charged with excitement and something deeper. The sun poured through the hallway windows, turning even the ordinary into something golden.
The city outside seemed new, every sound and scent sharper. They slipped into the flow of people and cars, heading for the little café down the street, the one with the pastries and sandwiches San had remembered from Paris.
For the first time, lunch wasn’t just a meal. It was a celebration, a beginning, and a promise of everything still to come.
Their lunch date was a blur of laughter and shy glances, the world fading away as they shared stories over flaky pastries and perfectly toasted sandwiches. San kept stealing bites from Y/N’s plate, feigning innocence while she pretended to scold him, only to feed him the last piece herself. Between sips of sparkling water and inside jokes whispered across the table, their hands found each other beneath the surface, fingers tangled and hearts full, two soulmates wrapped in the quiet magic of their own little world.
After lunch, the two wandered out of the café, takeaway coffee cups warming their hands. The city felt alive around them, each step lighter, every glance between them sweeter as laughter lingered from their meal.
As they held hands and strolled through the Parisian streets, they stopped at a few different stores. Y/N teased San about the perks of dating someone with such enviable connections in the fashion world. San shot her a playful, dimpled grin. “Please, you’re the real trendsetter here. I’m just trying to keep up with a designer like you.”
She rolled her eyes, nudging him gently. “You’re only saying that because you want my opinion on your next campaign look.”
He laughed, feigning innocence. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like the idea of turning every shopping trip into a date with my favorite designer.”
Their playful energy was contagious as they wandered together through the Paris streets, the world seeming brighter with each shared smile. Instead of drifting toward any famous designer store, they found themselves drawn to a tiny, charming jewelry boutique tucked between a bakery and a flower shop. Warm light spilled from the windows, glinting off delicate displays, and the air inside was sweet with a hint of vanilla and rose.
San’s gaze landed on a delicate heart locket nestled in a glass case, its silver surface glinting under the boutique lights. Inspiration sparked in his eyes. After a quiet word with the shop attendant, he disappeared for a moment while Y/N browsed through the other displays, only half-noticing his absence.
When San returned, he was hiding something behind his back, a mischievous, boyish grin lighting up his face. “Close your eyes for a second,” he murmured, stepping close. Y/N obliged, her heart fluttering in anticipation.
A moment later, she felt the gentle weight of cool metal as San’s fingers brushed her skin. Carefully, he fastened the heart locket around her neck, letting the chain settle against her collarbone. When Y/N opened her eyes, she saw San gazing at her with a soft, sincere smile. He rested his hands lightly on her shoulders, voice low and earnest. “When you finally get to meet everyone, we’ll take a photo of all of us together. Then you can keep it here, close to your heart. A piece of all of us, always with you, no matter where we are.”
Y/N’s breath caught as she closed her fingers around the locket, the city falling away until it was just the two of them. The gesture was more than romantic; it was a promise, a hope, a tangible future. San’s eyes were soft, almost reverent, and she felt the weight of belonging settle in her chest.
For a heartbeat, the bustle of Paris faded, replaced by the quiet certainty that she was exactly where she needed to be. Hand in hand, the locket now a sweet secret between them, they stepped back into the sunlight hearts full, ready to write their next chapter with all their soulmates together.
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So, how’s everyone doing after seeing the new comeback photos?
Here is part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, and part 10
To commemorate STAYTINY weekend with Ateez Golden Hour Part 4 coming out and Stray Kids Concert Movie coming out this weekend!
Also, a particular black cat decided that he didn’t want to work in the last chapter, lol.
Happy Reading!
Wooyoung had managed to sneak to Paris, unable to resist the excitement of meeting his newest soulmate. Yeosang, ever the responsible one, caught him on the way out of the dorm and insisted on coming along, determined to keep Wooyoung out of trouble. Thanks to Yeosang’s careful planning, the two arrived just as Seonghwa and Hongjoong were finishing their interview.
Hongjoong was less than thrilled to see Wooyoung, especially knowing he’d skipped important vocal lessons and left his recording unfinished for the upcoming album. As soon as Wooyoung appeared, Seonghwa fixed him with a look that could only be described as the disappointed mom stare arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. Hongjoong stood beside him, mirroring the same expression: quiet, stern, and just a little bit betrayed. Wooyoung wilted under their gazes, but Yeosang nudged him forward, whispering to just apologize and try not to make things worse.
Despite the scolding, both Hongjoong and Seonghwa relaxed a little, happy to see two of their soulmates they hadn’t seen in a while. The city felt brighter, and for a moment, Paris belonged just to them.
Back at Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s hotel room, the four settled in, wooyoung ands yeosang place their bags in the spare rooms of the penthouse, shoes kicked off. Wooyoung flopped dramatically onto the nearest armchair, arms crossed.
“It’s not fair,” he grumbled, shooting a pointed look at Hongjoong. “San got to run off and meet Y/N, but I’m the one getting in trouble?”
Seonghwa raised an eyebrow. “San had the day off, Wooyoung. He didn’t just disappear.”
Hongjoong nodded, voice calm but firm. “He probably talked to manager-nim and cleared his schedule. You, on the other hand, skipped out on your vocal lessons and recording session without telling anyone.”
Wooyoung pouted. “You make it sound so bad.”
“Because it was,” Hongjoong replied, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “You know how important this album is. We all have responsibilities.”
Yeosang nudged Wooyoung. “You’re lucky Seonghwa and Hongjoong didn’t drag you straight back to the airport.”
Seonghwa sighed, but his expression softened. “We’re glad you’re here, Wooyoung. Just… try not to give management a heart attack next time. You're lucky noone saw you at the airport.”
Wooyoung grinned sheepishly. “No promises.”
Despite the scolding, laughter soon filled the room as the four caught up, the tension dissolving into the easy warmth of family. Paris felt a little more like home with all of them together.
Meanwhile, across the city, San and Y/N strolled hand in hand, takeaway coffee cups warming their fingers as they made their way back toward the hotel. The evening buzzed around them, but San slowed suddenly, a thoughtful look crossing his face.
Y/N glanced over, raising a brow. “What’s up?”
San wrinkled his nose, feigning seriousness. “I don’t know… I just have this weird feeling, like something chaotic is happening behind our backs. Maybe one of the guys is causing trouble again.”
Y/N laughed, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Well, with our soulmates, I feel like that’s a safe bet. There’s always some kind of mischief brewing.”
San grinned, shaking off the odd feeling, and after a short walk, he and Y/N made their way back to the hotel. As they entered the suite, the familiar faces of Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and Yeosang greeted them, laughter filling the air.
As Y/N and San stepped in, Hongjoong shot San a mischievous grin and nodded at the locket now hanging around Y/N's neck. “Already spoiling her, huh, San? Marking your territory with jewelry?” he teased, a playful glint in his eye. Wooyoung piped up, “Careful, San, you’re setting the bar high. We’ll all have to step up our game if you keep this up.”
San blushed furiously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I-it’s not like that! I just… saw it and thought she’d like it.” He hesitated, glancing at Y/N before continuing, “My intention was that, once all of us are finally together, we could have a portrait done of everyone. Then she could put the picture in the locket, so she’d always have us close, no matter where we are.”
His voice trailed off, eyes darting anywhere but at his teasing soulmates, but his shy smile gave away how much he meant it.
Y/N rolled her eyes, cheeks warming as she caught Seonghwa smiling knowingly, then froze, her gaze flicking from Wooyoung to Yeosang as realization dawned. "Wait," she blurted, looking between the two. "What are you doing here?"
Wooyoung's grin was wicked and triumphant. "Surprise! You didn't think we'd let San and you have all the fun in Paris, did you?" Yeosang just gave a small, resigned wave, as if to say, 'I was not about to let him leave on his own.'
San’s smile faded as he fixed Wooyoung with a flat look. “You know, it’s actually not funny. You keep running away from your responsibilities, Wooyoung. I might have tried to tire you out before I left, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re here when you shouldn’t be.”
The room quieted for a beat, the playful mood shifting as San’s disappointment settled in. Wooyoung looked away, guilt flickering across his face, while Yeosang offered San a small, understanding nod. The honesty in San’s voice made it clear: he cared, but he wasn’t letting Wooyoung off the hook this time.
Wooyoung shot San a mock glare, but the fondness in his eyes betrayed his gratitude even if he couldn't quite say it aloud. The tension eased as Yeosang let out a soft huff, and Seonghwa nudged Wooyoung’s shoulder with a silent gesture of support. Hongjoong cracked a joke to lighten the mood.
Just then, Y/N let out a little laugh, shaking her head. “You know, you guys really did just abandon the other three back in Korea, huh?”
Yeosang gave a rueful nod. "They're probably plotting their own surprise visit by now."
Laughter returned, threading through the suite like sunlight after a storm. Their playful chaos, honest words, and unspoken understanding wove them closer together, making the room feel even more like home.
Just then, Hongjoong's phone began to ring, the ringtone instantly recognizable. He answered on speaker, and Yunho's breathless, frazzled voice came through. "Hyung! I'm so sorry—I just woke up, and Wooyoung was gone! I thought he was still asleep because of San last night; he must have waited until everyone was asleep and slipped out. Yeosang must have gone after him, because I have not heard from him. I know manager-nim is going to kill me I'm really sorry!"
Wooyoung tried to look innocent, but everyone in the room knew better. Yeosang just gave a resigned shrug, confirming Yunho’s story.
Hongjoong couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "Don't worry, Yunho. They're both here, safe. Next time, try putting a bell on Wooyoung."
Yunho groaned. "Trust me, I might. Sorry again, hyung."
"It's not your fault," Hongjoong assured him. "If anyone could Houdini his way out, it's Wooyoung."
The group exchanged knowing grins and laughter, the chaos of their found family settling around them once more.
Yunho hesitated on the line, then added meekly, "Um... since everyone's already there, do you think Mingi, Jongho, and I could come too? It's a little lonely here now."
Hongjoong's lips twitched with amusement as he glanced at the others. Seonghwa grinned, Wooyoung immediately cheered, and Yeosang just nodded, resigned to the inevitable. "Of course, Yunho. The more, the merrier," Hongjoong replied warmly. "Tell Mingi and Jongho to pack their bags."
The excitement on the other end of the call was palpable, and as they hung up, everyone in the suite felt the anticipation building. Soon, their family would be together in Paris at last.
A few days later, the entire group was finally together in Paris. The city came alive around them as they explored its winding streets, posed for group photos at the Eiffel Tower, got lost in the bustling markets, and laughed over pastries at sunlit cafés. Y/N was never alone for long, sometimes swept into a whirlwind of shopping with San and Wooyoung, other times coaxed into deep conversations with Jongho and Yeosang, or simply enjoying the quiet companionship of Seonghwa and Hongjoong as they strolled along the Seine. Mingi provided a steady source of warmth and laughter, always quick to pull Y/N into whatever mischief he and Yunho had planned.
Now, gathered at a lively restaurant for dinner, the group filled the table with stories and laughter. Y/N found herself seated between Mingi and Yunho, their easy camaraderie comforting. Across the table, Felix, their oldest friend, joined in the jokes, his bright energy blending seamlessly with the group. As the plates were cleared and the conversation quieted, Hongjoong leaned forward, his gaze settling curiously on Felix.
“So, Felix,” Hongjoong began, a playful glint in his eye, “are you ever going to show us that soulmark you keep hiding?”
Felix hesitated for a moment, but before he could answer, Hongjoong added, “You know, Bang Chan mentioned something interesting while we were filming Kingdom. He said everyone in Stray Kids shares the same soulmark. Is that true?”
Felix’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and warmth. “Yeah, it’s true. All of us have it. We always joke that we were meant to be a family, even before we found each other.”
Felix’s cheeks flushed as everyone looked his way. He bit his lip, glancing sheepishly at Y/N. “Um… I can’t really show you all right now,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
Wooyoung waggled his eyebrows. “Oh? Why not? Is it somewhere scandalous?”
Before Felix could answer, Y/N burst into giggles, covering her mouth as the others stared at her in surprise. “Let’s just say,” she managed between laughs, “it’s not exactly dinner-table appropriate.”
Felix groaned, burying his face in his hands as the rest of the group erupted into laughter, the mystery of the soulmark only adding to the mischief and warmth circling the table.
The table burst into laughter as Felix ducked his head, ears tinged pink. San grinned across the table. “So, Felix, is your soulmark really that scandalous, or are you just shy?”
Felix shot him a playful look. “It’s not the mark itself, it’s just… the location.”
Wooyoung leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now you’ve got us all curious. How bad could it be?”
Felix just shrugged, feigning innocence. “Let’s just say it’s not the easiest place to show off in public.”
Y/N tried to stifle a giggle, but her eyes were already brimming with mirth. She exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Felix after all, she was the only one at the table who knew his soulmark was on his right butt cheek.
Wooyoung huffed, folding his arms. “Honestly, I think the left hip is iconic. We can show ours off at the beach or with low-rise jeans. Felix, you’ve got us all dying of curiosity over here!”
Jongho snorted. “Let it go, Wooyoung. Some mysteries are better left unsolved, especially at the dinner table.”
Y/N, squeezed between Mingi and Yunho, tried desperately to stifle a giggle, her lips pressed tight and her shoulders shaking with mirth. Mingi glanced down at her, eyebrows raised in amusement. Yunho caught her eye and leaned in to whisper, “You know, don’t you?” His tone was light and teasing.
Y/N grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Let’s just say,” she whispered back, “Felix might be part peach.”
Mingi choked on his drink, trying to cover his laugh with a cough, while Yunho’s eyes went wide with realization before he burst into laughter.
Across the table, Felix’s face went scarlet, but he couldn’t help smiling at Y/N’s clever hint. Wooyoung looked between them, confused, then groaned as the meaning started to dawn on him. “Oh my god. Seriously? That’s… actually kind of perfect.”
The whole group dissolved into laughter, the inside joke only adding to the warmth and chaos of their night.
A few hours later, after the laughter and stories at dinner had faded into the night, Y/N and Felix were sprawled comfortably on Felix’s hotel bed, a phone propped up between them. The screen was filled with the familiar faces of Stray Kids Bang Chan waving enthusiastically, Han making silly faces, and Seungmin offering a warm smile. The rest of the members chimed in, their voices overlapping with excitement.
“Y/N! How’s Paris treating you?” Jeongin called out, grinning.
Hyunjin teased, “Bet you’re showing Felix all the best hidden spots, right?”
Y/N laughed, feeling instantly at home in the conversation. “Of course. He’s practically a local now. And don’t worry, I’ve already got souvenirs picked out for all of you.”
Felix nudged her, grinning. “She knows this city better than anyone. I’ve been in good hands.”
Chan smiled fondly. “We’re jealous.....wish we could be there, too. It’s good to see you both together.”
Y/N had known the Stray Kids members ever since Felix first joined the group, and the call was full of easy banter, old inside jokes, and genuine warmth. For a while, the distance between Paris and Seoul faded away, replaced by the laughter and connection they always shared, no matter where in the world they were.
Through the screen, Bang Chan watched them with a gentle, protective gaze. “I hope everyone over there is treating you right, Y/N,” he said, his tone only half teasing. Then his expression softened as he added, “You look really happy, you know. You’re glowing.”
Y/N blushed, her smile widening. “I am happy, Chan. It’s been a really good week.”
Chan smiled, but his protective instincts didn’t waver. “That’s all I want. You know we’re always here for you, okay?” He hesitated for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. “But… is there anything I should know about? Anyone I need to talk to? Because you know I will.”
Felix burst out laughing, nudging Y/N. “He’s always like this. Big brother mode, twenty-four seven.”
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh too, but this time her eyes shone with something deeper. “Actually, Chan… there is something.” She glanced at Felix, then back at the screen, suddenly a little shy but too happy to hide it. “I found them. My soulmates. Can you believe it?”
Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling as she looked into the camera. She hesitated, then grinned, happiness radiating from her. “My soulmates....they’re here in Paris. It turns out, they’re the members of ATEEZ.”
For a few seconds, the call went quiet, with wide eyes and stunned smiles on the other side of the screen. Then Bang Chan’s face broke into the biggest, warmest grin. “Y/N, that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you.” His voice softened, sincere. “You deserve all the happiness in the world. They're good people, but I am still giving them the talk.”
The others cheered and threw in their own congratulations, the mood lifting even higher. Y/N felt her heart swell as Felix squeezed her hand, the joy of the moment shared across cities and screens, the distance between Paris and Seoul shrinking to nothing.
Bonus Chapter: Champagne & Surrender (Yeosang X Y/N, NSFW)
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Here is part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, and part 12 MASTERLIST
Hey y'all I know its been a hot minute since I've been here with Ateez but something really cool happened IRL and I want to keep the good vibes going so I bring you a bonus chapter for our favorite doberman YEOSANG!
For bonus chapters, they do not interfere with the plot. Just fun smut I will drop randomly.
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This chapter contains explicit sexual content, including oral sex (both f receiving and m receiving), praise kink, body worship, and elements of gentle power exchange such as hair pulling, asking for permission, and playful dominance and submission, all within a consensual, emotionally supportive context. The story also features polyamorous group dynamics (multiple soulmates you already know this if you read the series lol), a soulmate/soulmark AU setting, and themes of vulnerability, aftercare, and emotional reassurance. Also everyone should also expect strong language, mentions of alcohol use, and brief references to tears or emotional overwhelm during intimacy. Please proceed only if you’re comfortable with mature, explicit, and emotionally intense themes and kinks.
Was I more through this time around yes BUT this series we have had alot of sex talk with no sex so I am once again covering my bases OK!
LAST WARNING IF YOU ARE A MINOR INTERACTING WITH THIS YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!
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Y/N sometimes marveled at the improbable constellation she called lovers: San and Wooyoung turning any gathering into a party, Seonghwa and Hongjoong slipping away with a bottle of wine and private laughter, Mingi and Yunho stirring up gentle chaos, Jongho’s dry wit, and Yeosang’s quiet intensity.
By midnight, the suite's energy softened. Laughter dwindled to murmurs. San and Wooyoung vanished onto the terrace, Seonghwa and Hongjoong melted into the shadows, wine-drunk and entwined. Mingi and Yunho collapsed together on the couch, tangled in sleep, while Jongho retreated to his room with a drowsy goodnight. The suite, once crowded and alight, fell into a gentle hush.
Yeosang sprawled across the bed, his hair tousled and shirt half-undone. The honeyed window light dusted his skin. Across the suite, Y/N lingered by the glass, watching Paris flicker below. Beneath her skin, a nervous thrill pulsed. Their mingled perfume of jasmine, leather, and wine clung to the air. The hush after laughter felt profound. Her dress, a custom silk, gold-threaded and still clinging from the runway, suddenly felt too extravagant. Too intimate for a moment, so private. She toyed with her shoulder strap, her heart pounding, anticipation thick in the quiet. Did the others know she’d wanted this? Did Yeosang feel the same ache curling low in her stomach?
Yeosang watched her, his gaze unwavering, lips parting as if he was holding back words. “You look like a vision,” he said softly, his voice almost trembling, anticipation and vulnerability flickering in his smile.
Y/N’s cheeks warmed. “Only because you’re looking at me like that,” she whispered, her voice soft but teasing. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, meeting his eyes. “I feel like I could be anything with you.”
He let out a relieved, breathless laugh, eyes hungry and soft. “I thought they’d never leave us alone.”
She grinned, stepping closer and letting the tension melt into something playful. “Maybe they knew exactly what we wanted to do tonight.”
Y/N grinned, her heart hammering so loudly she thought he must hear it. She let the silence linger, city lights painting shifting gold patterns on the floor between them. "Maybe they could feel the tension in the air," she teased, voice nearly shaking, every syllable trembling with anticipation and hope. Electricity thrummed between them, her fingers drumming restlessly against the window ledge as she drew out the moment, savoring the delicious tension and vulnerability.
Yeosang’s lips quirked into a slow, knowing smile. He took a step closer, his voice low and warm. “If they didn’t before, they will by morning,” he murmured, eyes locked with hers. His hand reached out, brushing gently over her knuckles on the window ledge, grounding both of them in the crackling energy that filled the room. “But right now, I only want you to feel me.”
He patted the bed beside him, but Y/N just raised an eyebrow and stayed put, her lips curving into a sly smile. “You’re awfully sure of yourself tonight,” she teased, folding her arms as she gave him a slow, appreciative once-over. "What are you going to do about it?"
Yeosang flushed but met her gaze with a spark of challenge. "Whatever you’ll let me," he shot back, voice soft but full of intent.
He flushed, smile faltering just a little as he ducked his head, charmingly bashful, for all his earlier bravado.
Finally, Y/N closed the space between them, her movements slow and deliberate, every step magnified by the hush of the room. Instead of joining him on the bed, she stopped right in front of where he sat, nudging his knees apart and stepping between them. Standing over him, she gently traced her finger along his jaw, tilting his face up to meet her gaze. “You want to do this?” she murmured, her voice playful but edged with vulnerability, letting him see the hope flickering in her eyes.
Yeosang’s gaze dropped to her covered left hip, hunger and uncertainty flickering in the tense set of his jaw. His lips parted on a shaky, shallow inhale, betraying how intensely he felt this moment. His fingers twitched with longing, and when he finally nodded, the answer was raw, like exposed wire, bright in his eyes.
Y/N smiled and guided his hand to her hip, pressing his palm over the covered mark. "Then let’s take our time," she whispered. When his lips found the hourglass this time, it was at her gentle urging, soft and claiming a kiss, grounding both of them in the reality of them.
“All yours,” Y/N breathed, but there was a spark of mischief in her eyes. She let her fingers skate teasingly up his arm, watching Yeosang’s breath hitch, delighting in how easily she could unravel him. The city beyond the window felt a thousand miles away, the world reduced to the warmth of her touch and the quiet awe in his eyes.
He smiled against her skin, but a tremor shivered through him, like he still could not quite believe this was real. “You know,” he whispered, voice rough, nearly cracking with honesty and awe, “with seven other soulmates, no one makes me feel the way you do. It’s always you who turns everything electric.”
Instead of letting him take the lead, Y/N gently pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips. She took her time, letting her hands roam first over his shoulders, then down his arms, tracing the sculpted lines of muscle beneath his skin. Her gaze was openly admiring, her touch lingering as she let her fingers map every dip and rise, every subtle flex when he shivered under her attention.
“You work so hard for these, you know,” she teased, pressing a slow, appreciative kiss to his bicep. "It's only fair I get to enjoy them."
Yeosang's cheeks flushed, the heat spreading down his neck, and he let out a breathless laugh, both bashful and proud. He looked up at her, eyes shining with anticipation and a hint of disbelief.
She continued her exploration. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, thumbs skimming his ribs, delighting in every shiver she found beneath her touch. One by one, she undid his shirt buttons, watching his breath hitch and his pulse quicken at her deliberate pace. Each reveal brought a low laugh or playful tease. At last, the fabric slipped from his shoulders. Yeosang lay bare to the waist, chest and stomach sculpted and flushed, anticipation thickening the air as his knuckles gripped the sheets.
Y/N, still in her dress, let the straps slide lower with every kiss she pressed to his skin. Beneath, she wore a delicate lingerie set in champagne lace, chosen for herself but perfect for tonight. The silk soon pooled at her waist, baring her shoulders and back. City lights played across her skin and the intricate lace.
She leaned in, brushing her nose against his, her voice barely a whisper. “You make me feel the same, Yeosang. Let me show you.” His answer was a shaky, eager nod, jaw tense with raw hope and longing, chest rising in sharp, desperate breaths as emotion chased across his face. His hands clenched her waist, desperate and searching, eyes wide, shining with the ache of wanting more.
But as Y/N leaned in to kiss him again, Yeosang’s hands tightened around her waist. With a sudden, playful grin, he flipped their positions, rolling her gently beneath him. For a breathless moment, he hovered above her, bracing himself on his forearms, his hair falling in soft waves that framed his face.
“Now it’s my turn,” he whispered, voice low and tender, but full of excitement. His touch was careful, reverent as he trailed his fingers along her sides, eyes drinking in every detail. "You think you're the only one who gets to admire tonight?"
He pressed a kiss to her collarbone, then another, working his way down with slow, deliberate intent. The shift in dynamic was gentle but thrilling. Yeosang’s adoration was just as palpable as hers had been, every touch and glance a promise that he was just as eager to worship her in return.
She tipped his chin up, capturing his mouth in a kiss hungry, grateful, impossibly soft. As their lips parted, Yeosang paused, looking down at Y/N with a reverence that made her heart stutter. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek, his thumb lingering, like he was memorizing the moment.
Slowly, his hands drifted to the silk pooled at her waist. "May I?" he murmured, voice low and careful, seeking her eyes. When she nodded, he eased the dress down, inch by inch, savoring the reveal of her in the delicate lingerie, champagne lace aglow in the city’s golden light.
Y/N shivered under his gaze, the sweet ache of anticipation fluttering through her chest. Yeosang moved his hands reverently, palms firm and warm on her waist and hips, fingers gliding over the scalloped lace edges. With careful fingers, he found the clasp at her back, his touch gentle as he unhooked her bra, slowly sliding the straps down her arms and letting the delicate lace fall away. He paused, searching her eyes for permission, then pressed a reverent kiss to her bare shoulder. His lips charted a slow path, soft brush at her collarbone, softer still at the swell of her newly bared breast, his breath damp and warm. Each whispered praise vibrated close to her ear, grounding her in the gentle weight and warmth of his touch as she bit her lip, gasping raggedly, her skin flushed and tingling.
They lay together, breaths mingling, the distant city hum barely audible beneath the rustle of sheets. Yeosang’s fingers traced the curves of Y/N’s waist and hips, the lace cool and textured beneath his touch. He explored each edge, savoring the shivers he drew out of her. With no warning, he shifted, sliding one strong arm firmly under her back, the other securely beneath her thighs. Y/N gasped, hair tumbling in a soft tangle across the bedding as he gently lifted and placed her at the center of the bed. Her laughter was bright, breathless, her heart drumming as he never broke his steady, anchoring gaze or the secure pressure of his arms.
Y/N laughed, delighted, a flush spreading across her cheeks. “Show-off,” she teased, breathless with anticipation.
“Only for you,” Yeosang replied. He kept one arm braced beneath her shoulders, his other hand smoothing her hair back as he settled between her legs. Supporting his weight on his forearms, he let her feel the solid, careful press of his body, never overwhelming, always attentive to her comfort.
His kisses grew deeper, his hands roaming with renewed confidence, worshipping every inch of her, making her laugh, gasp, and melt beneath him. The city’s glow danced across his bare shoulders and back as he moved, every muscle working for her, just as eager to give as to receive.
When his hand drifted to the delicate waistband of her panties, Yeosang paused, catching her gaze. "Still okay?" he whispered, fingers soft and patient. At her nod and whispered yes, he hooked his thumbs beneath the lace and slowly slid her panties down her hips and thighs, his eyes darkening as the damp fabric revealed just how wet she was for him. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as he murmured, "God, you're soaked for me." He took his time, his touch reverent as he bared her completely, pride and desire flickering in his gaze.
Y/N, breathless and emboldened, let her hands wander to the button of his pants, popping the button and sliding the zipper down with slow, deliberate care. She tugged his trousers down first, exposing the thin line of his boxers stretched over his hips and the obvious outline of his cock straining against the fabric. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she brushed her hand over him, grinning at the way he shuddered beneath her touch. "You're so hard for me already," she whispered, voice equal parts teasing and awed. With a teasing smile, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pausing to meet his eyes for permission. At his eager nod, she slid them down over his hips and thighs, baring him fully to her touch. He inhaled sharply, shivering as the cool air met his skin, then kicked the last of his clothes off with a low, grateful laugh.
Y/N met his gaze, her eyes bright with mischief and tenderness. With a gentle nudge, she coaxed Yeosang onto his back, straddling his hips once more. Her hands roamed slowly over his chest and down his stomach, savoring the way he shivered under her touch. She pressed a lingering kiss to his collarbone, then lower, working her way down his body with deliberate care.
Yeosang let his head fall back against the pillows, breath coming faster as Y/N settled between his legs. He reached down, threading trembling fingers through her hair, his eyes wide with awe and longing. She looked up at him, her voice soft and teasing, "Let me take care of you, love."
Then, with a confidence born of trust and affection, Y/N took his cock into her mouth, slow and reverent. Her tongue traced along his length, teasing the sensitive underside with deliberate strokes, savoring every sound she pulled from him. Yeosang’s hips lifted instinctively,but he kept himself in check, his hand tightening in her hair not to control or choke, but to anchor himself in the moment.
The feeling of her mouth, her tongue eager and warm, made his breath catch. He looked down, meeting her eager eyes, and the sight nearly undid him. Awe and desperate need warred across his expression. “God, you’re perfect,” he choked out, voice rough and honest, before he threw his head back, overwhelmed by the sight of her looking up at him.
Y/N moaned around him, sending a pulse of pleasure through his cock. With his head thrown back in bliss, he surrendered to her slow, deliberate rhythm as she took him deeper each time. Her hands roamed over his thighs and hips, grounding him with every touch. Needing to see her, Yeosang forced his gaze down again. Her eyes met his, sparkling with mischief and devotion. His grip in her hair tightened, a gentle, pleading tug asking for more. He tried to memorize everything: the press of her lips, the curve of her smile, the glint of city lights in her eyes.
She felt him tense, his hips trembling with the effort to stay still. Pulling off just enough to speak, Y/N stroked him slowly, her hand slick and sure. “You don’t have to hold back for me, Yeosang,” she whispered, voice warm and encouraging. "I want you to feel good."
The invitation undid him. His hips bucked up, seeking the heat of her mouth, and she welcomed him with a soft moan, matching his rhythm, letting him move with her. Each thrust and gasp built the tension higher, the air thick with trust and mutual need.
His gasps grew sharper, his thighs trembling beneath her. Y/N felt the tension gathering in his body, the way his grip in her hair tightened with each pass of her tongue. When he was close, she took him deeper, holding him at the back of her throat, letting him feel the full warmth of her mouth. The sensation undid him, his hips stuttered, his breath caught, and his hand cradled the back of her head, reverent and desperate all at once.
Just before he finished, Yeosang gasped out, "Don’t swallow."
Obedient and curious, Y/N stilled, keeping him deep as he came, savoring the trust in the moment but not swallowing, waiting for his next direction.
After a heartbeat, she slowly pulled off, lips still wrapped around him. Yeosang caught her chin, tilting her face up. "Open for me," he whispered, voice rough with want. When she parted her lips, he stroked himself, guiding the last drops of cum onto her waiting tongue, his eyes locked on hers. The intimacy of the act made the air between them crackle with raw, trusting, and electric energy.
Yeosang’s breathing was ragged as he watched her, desire and adoration mingling in his gaze. “Swallow for me,” he said, voice low and rough.
Y/N obeyed, the act intimate and electric between them. Before she could wipe her mouth or catch her breath, Yeosang pulled her up and into his lap, hands gripping her with urgency. His kiss was hungry and desperate, tasting himself on her tongue as their mouths crashed together in a haze of heat and need.
He devoured her kisses, hands roaming over her body, until he rolled her beneath him, flipping their positions with practiced ease. For a moment, he hovered above her, eyes dark and soft all at once.
“Spread your legs for me,” Yeosang whispered, voice thick with longing.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, nerves and anticipation fluttering in her chest. Sensing her pause, Yeosang slowed, placing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her body, lingering at her collarbone, then her sternum, then lower until he hovered just above her left hip, where their soulmark resided. He pressed his lips to the delicate skin, then bit down gently, just enough to make her gasp.
He looked up at her, eyes glinting with mischief. “Do I need to repeat myself, or did my pretty doll get all dumb for me?” he teased, his tone low and affectionate.
The playful reprimand sent a shiver through her, and she groaned at his words, the sound slipping out helplessly. Instinctively, she reached for him, wanting to pull him closer, but Yeosang caught her wrists and gently pressed them up above her head, pinning them to the bed. His grip was firm but careful, his eyes dark with intent.
"Keep them there for me, pretty," he murmured, voice rough with affection.
Y/N’s breath hitched. The vulnerability of her position sent a thrill through her, equal parts anticipation and trust. She nodded, her lips parted, eyes wide and shining with need.
Yeosang’s gaze swept down the length of her body, drinking in the sight of her laid out for him, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in shallow, eager breaths. He trailed kisses down her throat, nipping at her collarbone, letting his teeth scrape lightly over her skin before soothing the spot with his tongue. His hands slid from her wrists to her arms and then down her sides, barely ghosting over her ribs, her stomach, making her shiver with every pass.
When he reached her hip, he paused at her soulmate mark, brushing his thumb over the delicate hourglass before bending to press another hot, open-mouthed kiss to it. He let his teeth graze the mark again, this time holding the bite a little longer, just enough to make her gasp and arch up off the bed, her knees falling wider apart in silent invitation.
“Good girl,” he whispered against her skin, the praise sending a spark straight through her.
He settled between her thighs, the heat of his breath teasing her sensitive skin. He kissed along the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, savoring every reaction he drew from her: a quiver, a hitch in her breath, the way her fingers curled into the sheets above her head as she struggled to keep them there.
Finally, he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to her most sensitive spot, his tongue parting her folds with exquisite slowness. He moaned softly against her, savoring her taste, the vibrations making her hips jerk. He licked a slow, teasing stripe from the bottom to the top, circling her clit with his tongue, then pulling back just before she could beg for more.
Y/N whimpered, her hips rolling up to meet his mouth, but Yeosang only laughed softly, his hands sliding to her thighs to hold her open, to hold her still. “Patience,” he murmured, his breath hot against her, “Let me enjoy you.”
He returned to his task with more focus, alternating between soft, lazy licks and quick, pointed flicks of his tongue, learning exactly what made her gasp, what made her cry out, what made her thighs shake. Every so often, he’d glance up at her, his gaze dark and molten, making sure her hands were still obediently pinned above her head, making sure she was trembling for him and only him.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, gently at first, then harder, letting his tongue flick in time with the desperate sounds slipping past her lips. One of his hands left her thigh, slipping between her legs to tease at her entrance, gathering her slick before pushing a finger inside, slow and careful, watching her face for every reaction.
“Yeosang—” she choked, her voice wrecked with pleasure. He hummed against her, the vibration sending another wave of sensation through her core, his finger curling just right, his tongue relentless.
He added a second finger, stretching her with patient care, never rushing, letting her body adjust as his mouth mapped every inch of her. He could feel her getting close, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in needy little pants, her hands clutching desperately at the sheets.
“Let go for me,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to watch her face, his thumb replacing his tongue on her clit as his fingers continued their perfect rhythm. “Be good and let go, pretty.”
With a broken cry, Y/N shattered, her body arching off the bed, every muscle tensed and shaking as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. Yeosang didn’t let up, working her through it, his praise and gentle touch grounding her as she came back to herself, blinking up at him in the golden light.
But just as she started to relax, Yeosang’s mouth and fingers picked up their intensity, tongue circling her clit in tight, relentless patterns while his fingers curled deep inside, hitting her G-spot. The pleasure built even higher, sharper, overwhelming. She tried to twist away, but he only held her tighter, pinning her hips to the bed.
“Give me another one, pretty,” he coaxed, voice low and hungry against her skin. “Let me feel you fall apart for me again.”
Y/N sobbed his name, hands flying back up to the headboard as she surrendered to the mounting heat. This time, when she came, it was with a raw, keening cry, her whole body convulsing under his mouth, the orgasm tearing through her even harder than the first. She gushed against his mouth and chin, pleasure gushing out in hot waves, and by the time it faded, Yeosang’s face was wet, lips and cheeks shining in the low light. Her vision blurred, her legs trembling uncontrollably as he worked her through every last wave, refusing to let up until she was spent and boneless beneath him.
Only then did he press a soft, reverent kiss to her soulmark and gather her into his arms, murmuring words of love and awe as she melted against him, utterly undone and utterly safe.
After a few moments, Yeosang tilted her face up to his, brushing his lips over hers, gentle at first, then deepening the kiss until she was breathless all over again. She moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his lips, her body still tingling and sensitive.
His hands roamed over her chest, palms cupping and kneading her breasts as his thumbs teased her nipples, rolling them in slow circles. He kissed her harder, nipping at her lower lip, then trailing his mouth down to her jaw and throat, never letting his hands leave her chest. Y/N arched into his touch, her hands finally free to tangle in his hair and urge him closer, pleasure blossoming anew under his skilled fingers and mouth.
She gasped his name, the sound lost between their lips, as he lavished attention on her chest, sucking and biting gently, then soothing the sting with slow, swirling licks. The air between them was thick with heat and affection, every touch a reminder of how fully they belonged to each other.
Yeosang slowed his kisses for a moment, gazing down at her with a tenderness that made her heart stutter. His hand traced along her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek as he searched her eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, voice deep and earnest, making sure she felt both wanted and safe. "Tell me what you want, pretty."
Y/N's composure broke, and she began to beg, her voice breathless and needy: “Please, Yeosang, I need you to fuck me me so bad, please—”
Yeosang couldn’t help it; a bright, surprised laugh bubbled out of him, his eyes crinkling with genuine delight. “You’re still ready for more?” he teased, grinning down at her in awe. “God, you’re incredible.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her lips, his laughter softening to tender affection. “I love how insatiable you are,” he whispered, “but you know you never have to push yourself for me. Only if you want to, okay?”
His hands caressed her cheeks as he gazed into her eyes, making sure she felt safe, desired, and adored.
Y/N’s cheeks burned with heat as she nodded, words spilling out in a rush. “Yes, yes please, I want you, I want all of you, Yeosang, please—” Her voice broke into desperate, wordless sounds as she writhed beneath him, her hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders, his back, anywhere she could touch.
She tugged him closer, nails digging into his skin, her legs wrapping eagerly around his waist. “Need you so much, want to feel you, want you inside me, please—” The words tumbled out unchecked, her mind hazy with longing and overstimulation, her body arching up to meet him.
Yeosang’s eyes darkened, his breath catching at her touch, her babbled pleas sending a thrill through him. He let her grab at him, let her urge him closer, his own hands roaming hungrily over her sides and thighs as he pressed their bodies together, the anticipation between them feverish and sweet.
Yeosang pressed forward, moving slowly as she let her adjust to the stretch. He managed to slide just the tip inside, feeling her body tense around him. Y/N whimpered, her legs trembling as she tried to relax, overwhelmed by the fullness and the intensity of the moment.
He paused immediately, concern in his eyes as he stroked her cheek, searching her face for any sign of discomfort. “It’s okay,” he murmured, voice soothing. “You’re so tight, baby… I don’t want to hurt you. We can take it slow, I promise.”
He kissed away another tear as she gripped his shoulders, struggling to breathe through the sensation. “You’re doing amazing,” he whispered, brushing her hair back and letting his thumb trace her soulmate mark. “I never want to rush you. If it’s too much, we can stop, okay? Or I can stay right here and let you get used to me.”
Y/N nodded, hiccupping a breath, her body still trembling but her trust in him unwavering. Despite the challenge, she felt safe, cherished, and deeply loved.
Yeosang kept still, letting her adjust, whispering gentle encouragement and praise as he waited for her body to relax enough to take more.
Yeosang stayed still, softly coaxing: “Breathe for me, baby. That’s it… nice and slow.” He peppered kisses along her jaw and cheek, his hand stroking her hair, trying to help her body adjust. But as he felt her shudder, still so tight around him, he realized that tenderness alone wasn’t enough; her body was too overwhelmed, still trembling from everything that had come before.
He paused, then gently eased himself out, careful and slow, not wanting to cause her any pain. The sudden emptiness made Y/N whimper, her hips instinctively chasing after him, tears streaking her cheeks.
“Hey, hey...shh, it’s okay,” Yeosang whispered, immediately gathering her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. He pressed a palm to her back, holding her close as he rocked her gently. “I’m here. I’ve got you. We don’t have to do anything more. I just want you to feel good, love.”
He kissed her temple, brushing away her tears with the softest touch. “You’re perfect, you know that? You’re everything I want. We can try again later, or not at all. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
Y/N clung to him, letting herself melt into his embrace, her breathing slowly evening out as his warmth and praise settled her nerves.
Y/N let out a shaky breath, leaning into his gentle touch. “I want you, Yeosang,” she whispered, voice trembling with honesty. “I want you inside me. I just… needed a moment.” She looked up at him, eyes searching his. “I’m ready now if you are.”
Yeosang continued to murmur soothing words, rubbing circles on her back, making sure she felt safe and adored, no matter what.
Yeosang held her close, his lips pressed to her hair as her breathing steadied in his arms. He kept up his soothing touches, waiting until her trembling softened. Then, in a soft, low voice, he murmured, “Hey, pretty, I’m going to flip us over, okay? Let me hold you on top for a bit.”
He pressed another reassuring kiss to her forehead, giving her time to nod and adjust before carefully shifting their bodies. Supporting her with strong arms, he rolled them so Y/N was straddling his hips, her chest pressed to his as he cradled her.
“There we go,” he whispered, hands stroking her back and hips. “Take your time. You’re in control now, love. I’ve got you.”
Yeosang’s hands stayed firm and supportive on her hips, his eyes soft with encouragement. “That’s it, pretty,” he murmured, brushing his thumbs in slow circles against her skin. “Lift yourself up for me just a little higher, yeah?” His voice was warm, steady, and patient.
He guided her gently, making sure she felt balanced and safe. “Let me line us up. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, I promise. I’ll go slow.” His hands helped steady her as she rose above him, and he positioned his cock at her entrance carefully, his gaze never leaving hers.
“Whenever you’re ready, take your time,” Yeosang whispered, letting her know she was fully in control of the pace and the moment.
Y/N steadied herself with her hands on Yeosang’s chest, knees braced on either side of his hips. She began to sink down, soft whimpers and moans spilling from her lips, the stretch intense, her body trembling with anticipation and need.
Sensing her struggle, Yeosang reached up, wrapping his arms around her and gently urging her to lie forward against his chest. “Come here, pretty,” he whispered, holding her close so she could rest her weight on him, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, their bodies pressed together from head to toe.
With one hand, he stroked her back soothingly; with the other, he slid his fingers between them to rub gentle, slow circles over her clit. “Just relax, I’ve got you. Let gravity do the work,” he murmured into her hair, his voice soft and steady.
Held in his arms, her body gradually relaxed, the mix of pleasure and comfort easing her down, inch by inch, onto him. Her whimpers turned to needy little moans, the overwhelming stretch melting into deep, throbbing pleasure as Yeosang’s thumb kept up its slow, coaxing rhythm. He whispered praise and encouragement, never letting her forget how safe and cherished she was in his embrace.
With Yeosang’s arms wrapped securely around her and his fingers working slow circles over her clit, Y/N finally felt her body yield. Inch by inch, she sank further down, clinging to his shoulders and burying her face in his neck. The mix of pleasure and fullness built to a fever pitch, and then with one last, trembling breath, she took all of him, their bodies joined completely.
Both let out a loud, unrestrained moan, the sound echoing in the golden-lit room. The intensity left them trembling in each other's arms, breath coming hard and fast.
Yeosang’s hand threaded through her hair as he pressed a trembling kiss to her temple. “God, baby,” he gasped, voice thick with awe, “you’re so tight around me. You feel like a dream.”
He held her close, his hands roaming her back, hips, and thighs, letting them both savor the way they fit together, bodies pressed flush, every heartbeat and shiver shared. For a long moment, neither of them moved, lost in the overwhelming sensation and the feeling of finally, fully being together.
Yeosang shifted slightly beneath her, instinctively rocking his hips to deepen their connection. But as he tried to move them together, Y/N whimpered, clinging tighter to his shoulders, her breath hot and shaky in his ear.
“Please, just just let me stay like this,” she begged, her voice small and needy. “I just want to feel you… want to hold you, just let me warm you for a bit. Please, Yeosang.”
Her body trembled atop his, every muscle still fluttering with the aftershocks of pleasure and the intensity of having him so deep inside. Yeosang stilled immediately, his large hands stroking soothingly down her back and sides, wrapping her up in his embrace.
“Okay, pretty,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “We’ll stay just like this. I’m not going anywhere.” He held her close, savoring the warmth and closeness, their bodies perfectly joined and hearts pounding in sync.
They stayed joined, tangled together, and breathing as one. Y/N shifted ever so slightly, feeling every inch of him inside her, and let out a shaky, blissful sigh. “God, Yeosang… I feel so full,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “You’re so deep… It’s so much. I can feel you everywhere.”
Yeosang’s hands stroked slow, soothing patterns on her back, his voice husky with wonder as he replied, “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. It’s like you’re made for me, so wet and hot and perfect. I can feel every flutter, every time you clench around me. It’s almost too good.”
Y/N whimpered, her words tumbling out in a rush, almost incoherent. “It’s oh god, I can’t, Yeosang, you’re… It’s so so good, I can’t even feel like I can’t think, you make me feel so…” Her babbling trailed off into whimpers and broken sighs, her mind lost to sensation, her body melting against his.
Yeosang smiled, pulling her even closer, nuzzling into her hair. “You don’t have to make sense, pretty. Just let yourself feel it. I’ve got you.”
For a long, breathless moment, they simply held each other, letting the heat and fullness settle between them. Then, still trembling, Y/N began to move slowly at first, rolling her hips in small, searching circles, testing what felt good. Each movement sent new sparks through her body, drawing soft gasps from her lips and a groan from deep in Yeosang’s chest.
He let his hands rest on her hips, supporting her but letting her set the pace. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, voice thick with awe and encouragement. “Take what you need. Ride me just how you want.”
Y/N’s hands slid to his chest for balance, her movements growing bolder with every thrust. She rocked her hips forward and back, then up and down, experimenting with the angle, the friction, the delicious drag of his length deep inside her. Every time she bottomed out, her breath hitched, and her walls fluttered around him, making Yeosang’s jaw clench with restraint.
But after a while, her thighs began to tremble and burn, and her movements faltered. She let out a frustrated little whine, burying her face in his neck. “It’s too much, please…”
Yeosang grinned, his hands tightening on her hips. “You did so well, pretty,” he murmured, pride and heat mingling in his voice. “Let me take care of you now.”
With a gentle but firm grip, he began to thrust up into her, setting a steady rhythm as he guided her hips to meet his. His strength took over, driving into her deeper and harder, filling her with every stroke. Y/N’s cries rose in pitch, her body surrendering to his control, the pleasure building impossibly higher as he fucked her through it, never letting her slip away from the feeling of being completely, utterly full.
As Yeosang began to thrust up into her, his hands guiding her hips, Y/N’s mouth found his. Their lips crashed together in a heated, desperate kiss, messy and breathless, tongues tangling as they drank in each other’s moans. Every thrust made her gasp into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders, anchoring her as pleasure built and built.
Caught in the haze, Y/N pressed kisses along his jaw and down his neck, her lips turning greedy. She let her teeth sink gently into his skin, sucking marks into the slope of his neck and the line of his collarbone. Each time she bit down, Yeosang’s hips jerked beneath her, a guttural groan rumbling from his chest.
“Fuck, pretty—” he gasped, his voice wrecked with need as her mouth blazed a trail of love bites down to his chest. “You want everyone to see, huh? Want them to know I’m yours?”
Y/N only whimpered in response, marking him up with another deep, blooming bruise just above his heart. She kissed it, tongue flicking out, then surged up to steal another kiss from his lips, her body moving in time with his thrusts, both of them lost to the rhythm and the raw, claiming need to belong to each other.
Yeosang felt the telltale flutter of her walls around him, the way her breathing turned ragged, and her hips began to stutter, chasing the edge of release. He slowed his thrusts, then stopped altogether, holding her down on him with strong hands.
Y/N whimpered at the sudden loss of movement, her body trembling as she tried to rock her hips, desperate for more. “Yeosang, please don’t stop, I’m so close, please.”
He grinned up at her, eyes glinting with mischief and affection. “Patience, pretty,” he teased, his voice low and wicked. His hands slid up to her waist, holding her steady, refusing to let her move until she was squirming and whining for him, every nerve ending lit up with anticipation.
Yeosang held her still, his grip firm but gentle as she writhed in his lap, her frustration and need plain in every whine. He leaned in, lips brushing her ear, his voice a low, teasing rumble.
“Are you going to be good for me now?” he asked, his breath hot against her skin, one hand sliding up to cup her jaw and tilt her face toward his. “If you want me to let you come, pretty, you have to be good. Can you do that for me?”
His thumb stroked her cheek, eyes locked on hers, waiting for her answer, savoring the way her body trembled with anticipation.
Y/N’s breath came in shaky, desperate pants. She blinked up at Yeosang, her lips parted, eyes wide with need. “What do I have to do?” she whispered, her voice trembling, surrender and longing clear in every word. “Tell me, Yeosang. I’ll do anything, just please let me come.”
Her hands clung to his shoulders, her hips twitching despite his grip, her body aching for permission and direction. The question hung between them, thick with anticipation and trust, as she waited for his answer, willing to give him anything just to feel that final, shattering release.
Yeosang’s eyes darkened, a slow, wicked smile curling his lips. He brushed his thumb gently over her lower lip, tilting her chin so she had to meet his gaze.
“I want to hear you say,” he murmured, voice low and commanding but full of affection. “Tell me whose making you feel so good, pretty. Tell me how much you need me. I want to hear every word before I let you come.”
He held her there, their bodies pressed together, waiting for her to confess. His gaze was hungry, patient, promising her everything if she’d just give him her truth.
Y/N’s lips trembled as she tried to find her voice, her eyes locked on Yeosang’s. “You are Yeosang, you're making me feel sooooo fucking good,” she whispered, her words laced with need and love. “I need you so much, no one else, just you. Please, make me feel good.”
The confession seemed to break something open between them. Yeosang’s eyes flashed with pride and hunger as he finally let go, his hands gripping her hips and thrusting up into her, deep and fast. The sudden intensity made Y/N cry out, her words dissolving into breathless moans and incoherent rambles.
“Yeosang oh god so deep, so good, I ah, please, don’t stop, don’t stop—” she babbled, her head thrown back, hands clutching desperately at his shoulders as pleasure threatened to swallow her whole.
Yeosang watched her come undone, the sound of her voice and the sight of her falling apart just for him driving him wild. “That’s it, pretty,” he groaned, his pace relentless. “Let me hear you. Let everyone know whose fucking you right.”
The rhythm between them grew frantic. Yeosang thrusting hard and deep, Y/N riding every wave of sensation, her body trembling with the force of it. Their cries mingled in the air, growing louder with each passing second.
Y/N’s head fell back, her eyes rolling up as her body tightened around him, pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. She sobbed his name, every muscle drawn taut as the orgasm ripped through her, her voice caught between a gasp and a wail.
Unable to help himself, Yeosang’s mouth found the delicate skin of her neck and shoulder, sucking and biting until deep, dark marks bloomed, claiming her openly, leaving no doubt that she was his. His hands roamed her back and hips, holding her close through the shudders, his lips trailing possessive kisses along her soulmark and collarbone.
Yeosang felt her clench around him, saw the bliss on her face, and it pushed him over the edge. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep, coming inside her, his own release shaking him to his core.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, whispering praise, her chest pressed to his as their breath mingled in the quiet. Their bodies trembled, still joined, the world narrowed to the perfect heat and intimacy of each other.
The intensity ebbed slowly, leaving a golden haze of warmth and utter safety. Yeosang brushed the hair from Y/N’s damp forehead, kissing her temple, her cheeks, her jaw, anywhere his lips could reach. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, voice still unsteady but full of awe. “I love you so much, you know that?”
Y/N managed a sleepy, blissed-out smile, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “Love you more,” she murmured, voice thick with emotion.
He laughed softly, holding her tighter, savoring the feeling of her still seated on him, the marks he’d left beginning to bloom on her neck and shoulder. Pride and adoration shone in his gaze as he looked up at her. “You know, no one else gets to see you like this with me,” he murmured, voice low and tender. “No one else gets to hear those sounds you make just for me.”
Y/N blushed, nuzzling into his neck, her heart swelling with affection not just for Yeosang, but for all her soulmates. “I know all of you love me,” she whispered, her voice soft and sure. “But with you… It always feels a little different. You make me feel special in a way that’s just ours.”
Yeosang grinned, brushing his thumb over her left hip, right where their matching soulmark rested. “You are special to all of us, but tonight, you’re mine.”
They stayed like that, lost in the afterglow, soft touches, whispered words, gentle kisses. Yeosang’s hands slid down to her left hip, brushing his thumb over her soulmate mark, pressing a final, reverent kiss there, possessive and loving. “Rest here with me, pretty. I’ve got you.”
And as Paris shimmered outside their window, Y/N melted against his chest, hearts still pounding in perfect time.
After a while, the heat between them dissolved into soft laughter and lazy kisses. Y/N draped boneless across Yeosang’s chest. She let herself savor the feeling of the silk of the sheets, the distant hum of traffic, Yeosang’s heartbeat beneath her ear. For a fleeting moment, she remembered the group’s promises earlier that night: to meet for breakfast, to never let one another feel alone, to make every city their own. She wriggled, giggling at the ache in her muscles and the sticky, intimate aftermath of their night’s messy details, proof of how real it all was. Yeosang’s grin said he was thinking the same thing, eyes sparkling with fond exhaustion and a kind of wonder, as if he too was caught between the memory of the group’s laughter and the comfort of their shared solitude.
“Bath?” he suggested, voice low and fond.
She nodded, smiling shyly. “If you help me walk.”
Yeosang laughed, carefully easing her off his lap, both of them wincing and giggling at the overstimulation. He scooped her into his arms, carrying her bridal-style across the luxurious suite to the marble bathroom. The room was filled with the soft glow of Paris at night, the massive tub already calling their names.
Setting her gently on the counter, Yeosang started the water and added a generous splash of fragrant oil. He turned back to her, brushing his hands along her thighs and hips, eyes lingering on the marks they’d left on each other. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her left hip, right over the soulmate mark.
When the tub was full and steaming, he helped her in, sliding in behind her so she could rest her back against his chest. Warm water lapped around them, and Yeosang’s arms came around her middle, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to her damp shoulder.
They soaked, sharing soft words and laughter, Yeosang’s hands gentle as he massaged her sore thighs and washed her skin. Every touch was reverent, every kiss a promise of comfort, of belonging, of another golden night in the city of love.
The steamy water lapped softly at the edge of the oversized tub, swirling with the scent of jasmine and amber. Y/N sighed as she settled back against Yeosang’s chest, his knees bent around her, his arms wrapped securely around her waist under the water.
For a few blissful moments, they just soaked Yeosang pressing slow, lazy kisses to her damp shoulder, his cheek nuzzling the side of her head. His hands, though, couldn’t seem to stay still. They traced gentle patterns over her stomach, up to her ribs, then down again, gliding along her thighs beneath the water.
Y/N shivered, not from the temperature, but from the way his fingers wandered, teasing and possessive, occasionally dipping between her legs. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” she whispered, half-laughing, half-breathless.
Yeosang grinned against her skin, his voice low and playful. “Can you blame me? You’re too irresistible. And I like how you feel when you’re all soft and warm and mine.”
His hands slid higher, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow, swirling motions that sent sparks shooting through her already sensitive body. He pressed a kiss behind her ear, nipping lightly. “Still so responsive. I love it.”
Y/N let her head loll back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as she arched into his touch. “You’re going to get us both in trouble,” she murmured, but made no move to stop him, her own hands reaching back to tangle in his hair and urge him closer.
Water sloshed gently as Yeosang continued to explore her body, his touch growing bolder, his mouth finding every patch of bare skin he could reach. The night outside Paris sparkled, but nothing compared to the heat blooming between them, tangled together in the bath, hands and hearts utterly entwined.
Yeosang’s hands grew more purposeful, his thumbs circling her nipples as he pressed heated kisses along the curve of her neck and shoulder. Y/N melted against him, the warm water and the weight of his touch unraveling the last bit of tension in her muscles.
He felt her relax completely, her body sinking into his, and a lazy, satisfied smile curved his lips. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, pretty,” he murmured, his voice a low caress against her ear. “Think you deserve a reward?”
Y/N could only whimper her agreement, her answer lost in the shiver that rippled through her as Yeosang’s hand slid lower, fingers gliding between her thighs beneath the water. He found her already sensitive and swollen, and he hummed in approval, his other arm holding her tight to his chest as he began to tease slow, gentle circles over her clit.
“Just relax for me,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you.”
Y/N did just that, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder, her breath coming in soft, desperate little pants as Yeosang’s fingers worked her with practiced skill. The combination of heat, water, and his touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her, her body pliant and open, her mind blissfully blank but for him.
She moaned his name, reaching back to clutch at his thigh under the water as he coaxed her closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, pretty,” he praised, his voice thick with love and desire. “Let go for me. Let me see you fall apart again.”
Yeosang’s fingers continued their slow circles over her clit, his mouth never far from her neck. When he felt her hips begin to roll, silently begging for more, he shifted his hand lower, two fingers gently teasing at her entrance under the water.
“You’re still so soft for me,” he whispered, voice thick with adoration. “Let me in, pretty.”
He pressed his fingers slowly inside, feeling her warmth and the way she clenched around him. With his other arm wrapped tight around her waist, he held her steady, guiding her through every shiver and gasp. His thumb found her clit again, working it in smooth, practiced motions as his fingers curled deep, searching for the spot that always made her melt.
The water sloshed softly as Y/N writhed back against him, her thighs falling open, her breath coming faster. She moaned, clinging to his thigh and letting her head loll back against his shoulder, giving herself over completely to his touch.
“That’s it, love,” Yeosang murmured, nipping at her earlobe, his voice a dark, sweet promise. “Let me make you feel good. Let me give you everything.”
Y/N’s toes curled against the slick porcelain as Yeosang’s fingers worked her with slow, steady confidence. Every movement was deliberate, his fingers curling inside her, pressing just right, his thumb stroking her clit in firm, perfect circles. The water lapped against her hips, each ripple a gentle counterpoint to the heat building deep inside her.
She whimpered, hips rocking helplessly into his hand, every muscle going loose and pliant under his praise. “Yeosang oh, god, please—” Her words dissolved into moans, her voice echoing off the marble walls.
Yeosang’s lips pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck, his teeth scraping gently at her skin. “That’s it, pretty,” he murmured, the sound vibrating against her pulse. “Let it happen. You’re so perfect like this, so beautiful when you fall apart.”
With his arms wrapped around her, holding her close and safe, he never stopped moving his fingers, coaxing her higher and higher until her thighs trembled and her nails dug into his leg. His free hand slid up to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between slick fingers, every touch grounding her in the moment.
“Come for me, Y/N,” he whispered, his mouth right against her ear. “Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
It was all she needed. With a shuddering gasp, Y/N’s body tensed, then shattered pleasure crashing over her in wave after wave, her cries muffled against Yeosang’s throat as he held her through every aftershock. His fingers slowed, coaxing her gently down, never letting her feel alone or adrift.
He pressed a kiss to her temple, then let his lips trail along her shoulder and arm, the water rippling as he shifted behind her. His hands soothed her sides, holding her close as she melted back against his chest, boneless, glowing, and completely safe.
Yeosang held her against his chest, the quiet of the bathroom wrapping around them like a soft blanket. The water was still warm, swirling gently around their tangled legs. He stroked slow, soothing circles on her stomach and thighs, his touch reverent and unhurried.
Y/N let herself relax completely, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes drifting closed as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. Every so often, Yeosang pressed soft kisses to her damp hair, his breath warm on her skin.
“You did so well,” he whispered, his voice full of pride and affection. “I love seeing you like this, so happy, so relaxed.”
She smiled, a sleepy, satisfied sound escaping her. “You always make me feel safe, Yeosang.” Her fingers found his hand under the water and squeezed.
They stayed that way, drifting in the soothing warmth, sharing quiet words and soft laughter. Yeosang gently washed her skin, paying special attention to any spots that might still ache, his care never faltering. When she shivered, he wrapped his arms tighter around her, promising, “We can stay here as long as you want. I’m not letting you go.”
Eventually, the water began to cool, and Yeosang helped her out of the tub, wrapped her in a fluffy towel, and carried her back to bed. He tucked her in beside him, gathering her close beneath the covers. As their breathing slowed and the city's lights shimmered softly outside, Yeosang pressed a kiss to her temple and whispered, "You did so well tonight, pretty." His voice brimmed with pride and tenderness. "I'm so proud of you for everything. For how open you were, how much you trusted me. You're everything I could ever want." His fingers traced gentle, grounding shapes along her spine, surrounding her in warmth and comfort.
In the hush of the night, Y/N let herself drift, safe in the warmth of Yeosang’s arms, the city’s glow casting lazy gold patterns over tangled sheets. Her phone buzzed a group chat lighting up with the usual chaos: San’s dramatic plea for cuddles, Wooyoung’s blurry balcony selfies, Jongho’s one-word refusals, and a string of emojis no one would ever decode. Hongjoong was already plotting breakfast, Yunho pretending he’d drag everyone for a sunrise run, Mingi threatening to order room service for twelve.
Y/N grinned, warmth blooming in her chest. This was what “home” looked like now: the tangled limbs of the people she loved, the noise and the laughter, the gently relentless way they pulled each other back together, city after city, night after night. She tucked herself closer to Yeosang, letting the familiar banter wash over her, heart full and light.
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