#softrequests.txt

[ateezsofthours]

[9:00 PM] you're leaving a frozen yogurt place, hand-in-hand with san as he's humming to himself. you realize that he's been side-eyeing you for a moment, and raise an eyebrow to ask,

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“i'm just super duper in love with you,” he replies simply, squeezing your hand. as sweet as that is, you're still suspicious

and san can tell, a cheeky grin coming to his face as he stops the two of you. despite kissing him many times, you're still momentarily surprised when he locks his lips with yours. you can still taste the lingering sweetness of the frozen yogurt he had. coconut, if you’re remembering correctly

as he pulls back, he admits, “and also you had froyo on your face”

your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink in embarrassment. san leans back in,

“oh wait, you still got some. i'll get it,” he says before reconnecting your lips

[ateezsofthours]

[11:02 PM] you wake up for no apparent reason, the whole world absolutely still around you. the comforting weight of san’s arms around your waist are still there, and you’re perfectly positioned to just be able to make out his profile in the minimum light. pressing a soft kiss to his jawline, you nuzzle your face back into the crook of his neck. your eyes flutter shut as sleep comes back to you. right before you slip away into dreamland, you swear you can feel a gentle peck to your temple

[ateezsofthours]

[6:10 AM] you can’t sleep. in all honestly, you’ve already been up for an hour and a half. an hour ago you gave up on tossing and turning in your bed, your mind moving way too fast for you to try to get any more rest. you think of your boyfriend, who’s spending tonight as his dorms. maybe hongjoong is awake

[you: joong, are you up?]

it’s only a couple minutes later that your screen lights up with a reply

[hongjoong: no, i’m fast asleep]

despite his quip that should annoy you, you’re relieved. normally, you’d chastise him for being up so early and working himself so hard, but today you’re glad

[hongjoong: why are you up anyway?]

[you: can’t sleep]

[hongjoong: do you want to get breakfast? i know a place that opens at 6:30]

[you: sure]

[hongjoong: perfect, i’ll grab you in ten]

[ateezsofthours]

[11:06 PM] it’s not long after the movie night starts that you’re completely distracted, throwing your hands up to block the pieces of popcorn mingi was throwing at you. honestly, it was supposed to be chill and relaxed, until your boyfriend got bored and decided that a popcorn fight would be much more interesting. you lunge for the bucket, and in your haste to get it and mingi’s desperation to not let you have it, it’s knocked to the floor. the two of you stop, and finally take stock in the state of your living room

popcorn scattered to the furthest edges of the room, most definitely under all the furniture, and of course, the giant pile directly in front of you. looking over to mingi, you sigh and accept your fate. as you move to stand up, you’re instead pulled backwards into his tight embrace, his nose nuzzling into your neck

“mingi—”

“we can clean it later, i want to finish movie night”

[ateezsofthours]

[1:11 PM] mingi holds you closely, quiet as he lets you cry, unsure of if you really want him to say anything

“i miss them, mingi,” you mumble, prompting him to speak up

“i know, y/n,” he whispers back, stroking the back of your head tenderly

nothing was okay in that moment, and mingi didn’t try to convince you otherwise, knowing that feeling the hurt then would be better than trying to push it away. and deep down, you knew that in the future you'd be okay again, just right now you weren’t. and that's okay

mingi presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head as you continue crying in his arms

[ateezsofthours]

[4:20 PM] “you’re like… really pretty,” hongjoong slurs as he looks over at you from the passenger seat of your car, having just gotten his wisdom teeth removed

you smack his hand that was creeping towards your face away, “i’m driving, joong”

“but i love you,” he proclaims loudly, then repeats it in something resembling a tune of some kind, “i love you, i love you, i love you. ooh y/n, you’re the love of my life! and i hope you love me too!”

“oh boy, they really got you on the good shit, huh?”

[ateezsofthours]

[11:03 PM] you rub the sleep out of your eyes as you pack up your stuff. you were in your university’s library that was open 24-hours and found a new book that just enraptured you for so long that you lost track of time. standing up, you go back through the shelves to put the finished book back where you found it. your small tattoo of a ladybug flashes on your wrist as you turn a corner. in that aisle is another student, the cute guy who tends to work the night shift then show up to your eight a.m. fifteen minutes late with starbucks the next morning. you’re pretty sure his name is mingi

“oh, i can put that back for you,” he offers, probably noticing the way you were standing on your tiptoes and still couldn’t reach the shelf. you couldn’t remember how you even got it down in the first place

“thanks,” you hold it out towards him, feeling a little nervous as this is the first time you’ve actually talked to him

he reaches up and slides it back on the shelf with ease. you don’t even have time to be impressed by his height, as your eyes get caught on where his sleeve falls down to reveal his wrist. with a pretty little ladybug on it

“hey, uhm, mingi, right?” you ask, and he seems surprised that you’re talking to him

“that’s me. you’re y/n, in my eight a.m.?”

“yeah, and also, uhm,” you hold up your wrist, “your soulmate”

a soft but blinding grin spreads across mingi’s face, “so you finally noticed?”

[ateezsofthours]

[10:45 PM] you purse your lips in thought as your hand hovers over the corner of the puzzle that you’re in charge of, piece in hand. seonghwa is working on the other half, the two of you in near silence as you work. music is streaming softly from your phone, and the intense focus you have is broken by seonghwa suddenly yelling,

“fucking finally! get in there you little slut!”

you look up at him with mild alarm as he victoriously places a piece, “how long were you working on that one little piece?”

“seventeen minutes”

“you want to call it a day, babe?”

“no,” he picks up another piece with determination, “one more”