#softaus.txt

[ateezsofthours]

[9:09 AM] you’re walking down the halls towards your next class when you’re suddenly yanked into an empty classroom. bad boy!san is there, and you shoot him a glare, clutching your chest,

“one of these days my survival instincts are going to kick in and i’m going to end up punching you in the face”

he simply grins, settling his hands on your hips and backing you up until your back is against the wall. despite knowing that anybody could poke their head in and see you two, you let him press his mouth to yours, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. something foreign hits your tongue as you kiss, and you pull away with slight alarm

he sticks his tongue out so you can see the new tongue piercing he got, your surprise turning to eagerness as you go in for another kiss

[ateezsofthours]

[9:21 AM] a knock at your window wakes you up with a start that morning. the knocking continues as you roll out of bed to shuffle over to your window. boy next door!san is standing there, a grin on his face as you open the window up.

"morning, y/n!"

"have you heard of a front door, san?"

"nope! anyway, my mom wants to invite you over for chocolate chip pancakes"

[ateezsofthours]

[2:22 PM] guardian angel!jongho knows he's only supposed to intervene to protect you from physical harm. but he can't stand to see you fall for another jerk, and casually deletes your number from the guy's phone. you're a little miffed that he doesn't text you back, but give up, and jongho can breathe a sigh of relief. until you almost get hit by a car and he has to yank you out of the way

[ateezsofthours]

[2:34 PM] you, the class president, adjourn the meeting of the student council, waiting for the other members to leave the classroom to let out a deep sigh. vice president!hongjoong, your boyfriend, stays behind, wrapping his arms around you and pecking your temple,

“you did great today”

“our student council is a bunch of fucking idiots”

“yep”

“that includes you”

“harsh, but okay”

[ateezsofthours]

[3:49 PM] bad boy!hongjoong will never admit it or let you admit it to anyone ever, but on quiet afternoons while you lay on your couch together, he rests his head in your lap and lets you play with his hair, mess with his eyebrow slit, color in the multitudes of tattoos along his arms with highlighters, and occasionally kiss his nose, a peaceful and soft smile coming to his features as he dozes off

[ateezsofthours]

[11:59 AM] a teacher catches you behind the school with bad boy!mingi again, but you manage to sweet talk your way out of it somehow. after the teacher leaves, he turns to you with a smirk,

“i knew there was a reason i asked you out”

“nice try, but we're going to class”

“damn,” he clicks his tongue, but nonetheless takes your hand to lead the way back into the school

[ateezsofthours]

[2:18 PM] bad boy!wooyoung is failing chemistry, and you’re supposed to be tutoring him, except it seems that he’s not even paying attention to anything you’re reviewing with him

“wooyoung, are you listening?”

“zoned out for a second, sorry. could you explain periodic trends to me again?” he asks with a smile so sweet you’re caught off-guard, explaining it again despite your suspicions

once you regain your bearings, you notice again how he doesn’t seem to be absorbing what you’re saying, nodding along blankly. feeling like an idiot for trying to help someone who doesn’t care at all, you spit out, “wooyoung, if you don’t actually give a shit about this, then i’m going home!” as you stand up and go to start packing up your things

“no! i’m sorry, y/n. please don’t go”

“why should i?”

and then he has a hand around the back of your neck and your lips pulled down to his and he’s kissing you and at this point you probably can’t even remember your own name much less a single element on the period table

[ateezsofthours]

[1:03 AM] bad boy!yunho has no qualms about bringing you home way past your curfew, and making out in your driveway for even longer until you finally manage to pull yourself from his trance. as you go to remove his leather jacket that he had lent you for the cold night, he stops you, instead pulling it back up onto your shoulders,

“you look cute in it”