Idols ateez x idol reader?😝
Idk I just love this trope could you do something? Sending lots of love🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻🫵🏻
pairing: Ateez x Idol!reader
warnings: secret relationship, some spice, suggestive themes, public make out sessions
disclaimer: not my pic!
Okay so I had this idea of reader and ateez sneaking out to make out because their relationship is still a secret eheheh i mean...who doesn't enjoy the risk of getting caught? Lots of Love back to you!!!!!
Hongjoong
You kept checking your phone like it was a living thing about to jump. Every few minutes, you tapped the screen, pretending you weren’t waiting for a very specific message. The hotel room around you felt too still, too sharp, like every sound bounced off the walls and called you out for being nervous.
Then it happened.
A single emoji lit up your lock screen. His emoji. Your secret signal.
Your breath left in one shaky rush. You grabbed your jacket, smoothed your clothes, and opened the door as quietly as your trembling hands allowed. The hallway felt colder than before, humming with soft lights and late–night silence. Each step you took made your heart beat louder, like the floor itself was cheering you on.
You slipped into the stairwell, letting the heavy door whisper shut. By the time you reached the ground floor, your pulse had turned into a full drumline. The back exit sat tucked in a narrow hallway, guarded by a simple card scanner that looked far too ordinary for what you were about to do.
You tapped your room key. The light blinked green.
When you pulled the door open, he was already there.
Hongjoong stood with a dark hoodie pulled low, a black mask hiding half his face, and a cap shading the rest. Even like that, you felt the spark hit you. His eyes lit up, bright and warm, the way city lights glow after rain.
The smile reached them immediately. He looked like someone who had just found what he’d been searching for all day.
“Shh,” you whispered, tugging him inside before you could even fully process the fact that he was real and right there. “You have to be quiet.”
You barely had time to close the door.
He was on you in a heartbeat.
Your back met the wall with a soft thud as Hongjoong pressed close, his hands finding your waist like he’d been craving the shape of you since sunrise. He kissed you as though the hallway might vanish if he didn’t memorize your mouth fast enough. It was warm, urgent, full of all the things he never said in public.
You exhaled into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie. For a moment, the world narrowed to the scent of him, the heat of him, the way he leaned in like he was falling and trusting you to catch him.
He broke the kiss just long enough to breathe against your lips, “Do you have any idea how much I missed you today?"
The words were soft and raw, like he hadn’t meant to say them out loud but couldn’t hold them in.
A grin tugged at your mouth before you kissed him again, shorter this time but just as full. “You can't be here for too long, we have to hurry,” you murmured, your voice brushing against his mask as you pulled it down again for one more quick kiss. “Come on.”
You took his hand. His fingers laced with yours instantly, as if rehearsed.
He followed you without hesitation, footsteps gentle, matching your pace through the empty hallway. His thumb stroked the back of your hand, a tiny motion that said everything he couldn’t risk whispering here.
You led him up the stairs, hearts pounding in time, the hotel lights guiding you back toward your room like they already knew he belonged there.
Seonghwa
The alley was quiet enough that you could hear the distant hum of traffic, softened by the evening air. Neon light leaked in from the street, painting the brick walls in soft purples and blues. You stood close to Seonghwa, close enough to feel the warmth rolling off him even in the cool night.
He cupped your jaw with steady fingers and kissed you like he had been waiting all day for the world to slow down. His lips moved against yours with a deep, hungry calm, the kind that made your knees think about folding. You pushed him gently back against the wall, and he let out a low breath that you swallowed with another kiss.
His hands slid around your waist, pulling you in until your chest pressed to his. You felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat, grounding you even as everything else blurred. You parted just enough to take a breath, your forehead brushing his.
“This is so risky,” you whispered, glancing toward the mouth of the alley. “We’re still in public.”
His thumb stroked your cheekbone, slow and warm. “We’re hidden,” he murmured with that soft confidence that always made your ribs flutter. “And no one comes through this part of the city. Trust me.”
You gave him a crooked grin. “You sound very sure of yourself.”
He leaned in, lips ghosting yours. “I am.”
That was all it took for your self-control to tilt sideways again. You kissed him, deeper this time, your fingers sliding into his hair as he pulled you impossibly closer. His breath hitched softly, and the sound pulsed down your spine.
When you finally broke away, you rested your hand on his chest to steady yourself. Out of habit, you checked your phone.
Your heart dipped.
“I have to go back to my dorm,” you said with a sigh. “Curfew.”
His expression fell before he caught it, smoothing it back into something gentle but disappointed. “I figured,” he said quietly. “I have an early schedule tomorrow too.”
You frowned and nudged your forehead against his shoulder. “This sucks. We always have to sneak out just to see each other....and to get some quality time."
Seonghwa nodded, his fingers curling loosely around your waist. “Yeah,” he said, voice soft. “It does.” Then he added, with a tiny smile, “But… I can’t lie. It’s also a little exciting.”
You laughed under your breath and looked up at him. “You like living dangerously, huh?”
“For you?” His smile widened, slow and warm. “Hell yes.”
You tilted his chin down and kissed him again, quick but full enough to make his breath catch. “Then meet me here again,” you whispered against his lips. “Same place, same time this weekend?”
His answer came instantly, without even a heartbeat of hesitation. “Yes.” A single word, filled to the brim.
He kissed you once more, softer now, like a promise sealed in the quiet of the alley.
You stepped back, fingers slipping from his slowly, as if neither of you wanted to let go first. “See you soon,” you said.
“I’ll be counting the hours,” he murmured, watching you with a warmth that followed you all the way down the street.
Yunho
Yunho’s car sat tucked between two streetlamps, the kind of quiet spot that looked invisible unless you already knew it was there. The windows were fogged at the edges, warm from the way you sat in his lap, knees bracketing his hips as his hands held your waist like he needed the reminder that you were real.
He kissed you with that slow-building fire he never fully controlled with you, his mouth moving against yours until you felt the world melt out through the seams. When he trailed his lips down to your neck, you let out a soft breath that made his fingers tighten just a little.
“Yunho,” you murmured, tilting your head as he kissed a spot that made your pulse skip. “Did you tell anyone where you are right now?”
He paused only long enough to grin against your skin. “I told the guys I went out for a snack.”
You pulled back just enough to raise an eyebrow. “A snack?”
He shrugged, eyes bright. “I didn’t lie. I am in fact hungry...for you.”
You laughed quietly, pressing your forehead to his before kissing him again. His lips were warm, eager, the kind of kiss that made you forget the cramped car seat and the world outside the windows.
“You know,” you whispered when you pulled away, brushing your thumb along his jaw, “your car is starting to feel… comfortable.”
“Comfortable?” His grin spread wide, the kind that always made your stomach flip. “Should I be offended, or proud?”
“Definitely proud.”
He leaned back against the seat, his hands still steady on your hips. For a moment, he just looked at you like you were something he wasn’t supposed to touch but couldn’t stay away from. Then his voice softened. “I want to make us public one day,” he said. “Like… actually tell people. Not sneak around. Not hide you in my hoodie like a smuggled kitten.”
Your heart thumped hard at that, the sincerity in his tone wrapping around you warmer than the car heater ever could. You cupped his cheek, letting your thumb trace the smile hiding there.
“I want that too,” you whispered. “So much.”
His eyes softened, but worry tugged at your ribs, reminding you of the real world outside your tiny bubble of warmth. “But we can’t risk anything right now,” you added gently. “Not your career. Not mine. We have to wait until you go into the military. When things are calmer. When no one can twist the story.”
Yunho nodded slowly, thoughtful. “Yeah. You’re right.” Then his grin returned, boyish and bright. “Besides, this car isn’t so bad after all.”
You laughed, leaning closer until your noses brushed. “It’s becoming our unofficial dating spot.”
“Temporary headquarters,” he corrected, sliding one hand up your thigh. “Very exclusive. Very romantic.”
“Very tiny.”
“Tiny is cozy.”
You giggled, and he kissed the sound right off your lips. His arms tightened around you as you melted into him again, the car filling with soft breaths, quiet laughter, and the kind of kisses that tasted like promises saved for a safer time.
For now, this was enough.
Yeosang
Yeosang was halfway through a clean take when his phone lit up on the desk beside him. He almost ignored it, but the name made his breath hitch.
Studio Door.
He blinked, confused for half a second, then hit pause on the track and crossed the room in three long steps. When he cracked open the door, his eyes went wide.
You stood there in an oversized hoodie, cap pulled low, looking like a half-disguised secret dropped straight into his evening.
“What are you doing here?” he whispered, voice pitching up in a way he couldn’t hide. Happiness cracked through him like a spark.
You grinned and lifted a shoulder. “My group recorded a few hours ago… and a little bird told me you’d be here too.”
He immediately glanced down the hallway, eyes sharp, instinctively scanning for managers, staff, anyone with too much curiosity. Then he grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you with a soft click.
“Someone might have seen you,” he said, keeping his voice low but urgent. “You have to be careful.”
You just shook your head like the danger didn’t weigh on you at all. Then you stepped right into his space and wrapped your arms around him.
“I don’t care,” you murmured against his chest.
Something in him melted, and something else snapped loose at the same time. Yeosang’s hands came up to your back, sliding under the fabric of your hoodie as he pulled you closer. He kissed you like the room itself tilted toward you, his lips urgent and hungry, like he’d been bottling up the whole day just waiting for you to uncork it.
The kiss grew messier, hotter, your hands gripping the front of his shirt while he guided you backward until your hips met the edge of the mixing desk. His breath was unsteady when he finally drew back, foreheads touching, both of you trying to catch air without losing the moment.
You brushed your thumb across his jaw, smiling even as your breaths came uneven. “How much time do you have left?”
He reached for his phone, not letting go of your waist as he checked the screen. “Thirty minutes,” he said.
Your smile sharpened with a little spark of triumph. “That’s enough.”
Yeosang didn’t even get the chance to respond. You tugged him back down by his hoodie strings and kissed him again, deeper this time, swallowing the soft sound he made as he wrapped his arms around you once more.
Thirty minutes. He’d make every second count.
San
San’s workout focus was legendary, but today it didn’t stand a chance. Not when you were across the gym with two of your group members, pretending to stretch while stealing glances at him like he was your favorite cheat-day snack.
He felt every one of those looks. Mingi noticed too. Jongho definitely noticed. But San kept his face neutral, lifting his weights like he wasn’t melting inside.
You excused yourself after a minute, telling the girls you were heading to the restroom. As you passed by the three Ateez boys, your fingers brushed over San’s hand. It was barely a touch, almost nothing at all… but it hit him like someone plugged him straight into a power outlet.
He froze for half a second. Then cleared his throat and kept working out like a responsible adult.
Two full minutes later, he dropped his dumbbell. “I’m gonna go get more water,” he announced casually.
Mingi nodded. “Bring me one too.” Jongho didn’t look up. “Get your own.”
San walked away, trying not to look suspicious even though his heart was sprinting ahead of him. He slipped down the hallway, past the vending machines, and toward the corner where the janitor’s closet hid behind a faded sign.
He looked both ways, checking for staff, cameras, wandering idols. Empty.
He tapped softly on the door.
It cracked open instantly.
A hand shot out, grabbed his shirt, and yanked him inside. He barely got the door closed before your quiet laugh filled the tiny space.
You flicked on the light, revealing dusty shelves, mop handles, and your bright, wicked grin.
“Took you long enough” you whispered.
San laughed under his breath, reaching for you before the door had even fully latched. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you straight into him, lips crashing onto yours with the kind of urgency he’d been swallowing since the moment you brushed his hand outside.
Your fingers slid up the back of his neck, tugging his cap slightly askew. His kiss deepened, slow for half a second, then absolutely not slow anymore as the whole world shrank to the size of a broom closet.
You broke the kiss just long enough to breathe against his mouth. “I don’t have much time. You need to hurry.”
San huffed a soft laugh, low and warm in your ear. “You’re giving me commands now?”
He reached up, pulled off his cap, and tossed it blindly onto a shelf. Before you could respond, his hands slid under your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing. Your breath hitched as your back met the metal door, cool against your heated skin.
“I’ll make you forget the time,” he murmured, voice dipping into something so confident it curled the air around him.
You grinned down at him, fingers threading into his hair. “Cocky much?”
He didn’t argue. He didn’t need to.
Instead, he fliped off the light switch with one hand, plunging the closet into darkness except for the thin slice of light under the door. Then he pressed you firmly against it, lips finding yours again with a hunger that didn’t bother pretending anymore.
Outside, the gym clattered and buzzed with people who had no idea.
Inside, you held onto him as the world narrowed to touch, breath, and whispered moans.
And San obviously kept his promise.
Mingi
Mingi had you pinned against the wall of your dressing room like the world outside didn’t exist. The muffled roar of the award show floated in from the hallway, but all you felt was his breath against your lips and the warmth of his hands braced on either side of you.
He kissed you urgently, every movement hungry and impatient, like he’d been counting down the minutes since he last saw you. You slid your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, letting the kiss deepen until your knees threatened to wobble.
You broke away for a breath and grinned up at him. “Careful,” you whispered. “Don’t leave hickeys. Someone will definitely notice.”
Mingi chuckled, low and warm in his chest. “What if I leave them where no one can see?” His voice dipped, teasing, the kind that crawled right up your spine.
You gave his arm a playful shove. “Behave.”
He raised an eyebrow. “No.”
You laughed and grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him back in. He met you halfway, kissing you again with even more intent, like he wanted to make every second count before duty ripped you apart. His hands slid down your sides, anchoring you to him as you melted into the kiss.
Then.
A sharp knock on the door.
Both of you froze, pressed together like two teenagers caught in a convenience store aisle.
“Are you ready?” a staff member called through the door.
Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. “Yes! Coming in a minute!” you yelled back, maybe a little too loudly.
Silence followed. Then footsteps faded down the hall.
Mingi exhaled, shoulders loosening, and shot you the most unhelpfully amused grin. “We’re getting bold, huh?”
“You’re getting bold,” you whispered, poking his chest. “And we both need to be on stage soon. We should get out before someone actually walks in.”
He nodded but didn’t move. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, soft and lingering like he didn’t want to let go yet.
“Five minutes,” you reminded him, straightening his jacket. “Wait five before you leave.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, giving you a salute that immediately broke into a smile.
You rolled your eyes, kissed him once more, and slipped out the door before your nerves could betray you. As it closed behind you, Mingi let out a quiet breath and leaned back against the wall, grinning like he was already replaying every second.
Five minutes suddenly felt like forever.
Wooyoung
Your room was warm with the kind of quiet that only existed when the dorm was finally, blissfully empty. Wooyoung lay half-on, half-over you on your bed, kissing you with that fiery enthusiasm that made your toes curl and your brain drop all important thoughts straight into the trash.
He pulled back just enough to grin down at you, his lips swollen and his breath warm against your neck. “You know,” he said, brushing his nose against yours, “it's cute how obsessed you are with me."
You snorted and shoved his shoulder playfully. “You’re the one who practically sprinted here the second I texted.”
He ignored that entirely, eyes sparkling. “I couldn’t help it. I was thinking about you all day. It was actually painful. I might need medical attention.”
You rolled your eyes. “You're so dramatic.”
He gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Me? dramatic? Never.” Then he dipped down and kissed you again, slow and teasing, like he wanted to prove every word wrong.
You were halfway through pulling him closer when a sound cut through the room. The click of the front door. Footsteps. A key rattling.
You froze. Your heart launched itself directly into your throat.
Wooyoung whispered, “Uh-oh,” at the exact moment you shoved him off the bed.
He fell with a muffled thump onto the narrow strip of floor beside the window, limbs scrambling like a startled cat. You barely had time to yank the blanket straight before your door opened.
Your group member peeked in. “Hey, have you seen my glasses? I can’t find them anywhere.”
You forced a smile so wide it felt like a crime. “Yeah, I think you left them on the kitchen counter. Near the fruit basket.”
She sighed. “Right, thanks.” A beat. Her eyes scanned the room.
You held your breath.
Then she nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind her.
Silence. A silence so thick you could hear the dust settling.
You crawled to the edge of the bed and peeked down.
Wooyoung was sprawled dramatically on the floor like a crime scene outline. He groaned. “Pretty sure you broke my back.”
You snickered despite yourself. “You’re fine.”
“I’m wounded,” he insisted, lifting one hand like he expected you to haul him to safety. “Emotionally and physically.”
“Get up, you big baby.”
You grabbed his wrist and tugged him back onto the bed. He immediately flopped onto you, head landing on your chest with unnecessary theatrics.
“Next time,” he mumbled, “warn me before you yeet me into the afterlife.”
You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close again. “Next time,” you promised, “don’t be loud enough to get us caught.”
He grinned against your lips. “No promises.”
Jongho
Steam curled around the two of you, soft and warm, blurring the edges of everything except Jongho’s hands on your waist and the way his mouth moved against yours. The shower was loud enough to hide your laughter, your gasps, even the little noises he made when you tugged him closer.
He’d expected the dorm to be empty for a good hour. He’d expected peace. He definitely had not expected what came next.
The bathroom door swung open with zero warning.
You both froze. Jongho pulled back just enough to stare at the shower curtain like it had betrayed him.
“What do you want?” he snapped, voice dropping into that sharp tone he used only when he was one step away from losing his patience.
From the other side of the curtain came Wooyoung’s extremely casual reply. “I have to pee.”
You slapped a hand over your mouth before the panic could come out as a laugh. Jongho shot you a look that said do not even dare.
“You couldn’t have used the toilet at the restaurant?” Jongho hissed.
“No way,” Wooyoung said immediately, already sounding offended. “Public restrooms are just.....blugh”
Jongho actually closed his eyes for a second, like he was praying for strength. Or for lightning. “Then use the other bathroom.”
“What the fuck,” Wooyoung whined. “I'm already in here. And I re—”
“I said,” Jongho said sharply. “Use the other bathroom!”
Wooyoung mumbled something that sounded like sulky curses, footsteps dragging dramatically as he shuffled out. The bathroom door finally shut behind him.
Silence.
Then you and Jongho let out the breath you’d been holding at the exact same time.
You started laughing first, quiet at first, then shaking with it. “We almost died,” you whispered.
Jongho rubbed a hand over his face, then broke into a smile he clearly couldn’t fight. “If he had opened that curtain, I would have carried you out the window.”
You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Your survival instincts are impressive.”
He laughed under his breath and slid his arms back around your waist, pulling you gently against him as the water ran warm over both of you.
“Now,” he murmured, eyes warm and low, “where were we?”
You raised a brow. “You want to continue? After almost getting caught?”
His smile deepened, slow and sure. “I said I wanted to take my time with you,” he whispered, kissing your jaw lightly. “And I meant it.”
Your breath hitched as his hands settled on your hips again.
Outside the bathroom, Wooyoung complained loudly to himself about inconsiderate roommates. Inside the shower, Jongho kissed you like he had all the time in the world.
