Ateez Fake Texts
The one with WooSan Part 2
Genres and warnings: ateez poly relationship, ateez fake texts, humor, fluff, suggestive, mature language
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Ateez Fake Texts
The one with WooSan Part 2
Genres and warnings: ateez poly relationship, ateez fake texts, humor, fluff, suggestive, mature language
One kiss is all it takes || C.S.C
pairing: scoups x reader genre: fluff, est. relationship wc: 1.1k a/n: i used a lip plumper for the first time. my lips look like two bums now lmao. anyhoo this is part 3 of kissy face cheol uwu
part1 part 2
"How much time do we have left?" You shout from your shared bedroom. You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing down the front of your outfit before reaching for the tiny tube sitting on the vanity.
The lip plumper you bought three days ago after getting influenced by a girl on TikTok with impossibly glossy lips.You grab it with a quiet hum, twisting the cap open before smoothing the cool product carefully across your mouth.
From outside the room, you hear Seungcheol's voice carrying lazily through the apartment. "Baby, we're not late yet, take your time."
Pairing✨ Seungcheol x Female OC
Synopsis✨ Vanilla. It's the blandest of all the flavours. It's reliable, but boring. So how the hell are you supposed to react when your boyfriend calls you vanilla in front of his friends?! By making your point in front of your class mates, of course.
Genre✨ established relationship, fluff, smut, professor/ student, age difference
Warnings✨ age gap (she's 25, he's 34), professor/ student, public oral m. recieving, a little deep throating, he pulls her hair a little bit, cums in her mouth, she's under the desk so nobody actually sees anything
Word count✨ 3.8k
a/n✨ this is just something quick that's been in my drafts and just needed the header image doing but I LOVE professor Cheol, so I might revisit this with some drabbles at some point (:
Part 2 is here
You glare at Seungcheol across your friend’s living room wondering whether, at some point, he’ll realise that you’ve not spoken to him or anyone in over twenty minutes.
But he doesn’t. Because he’s currently holding court with everyone whilst they hang on his every word. Idiots. The end to this ridiculous story he’s telling, isn’t even that funny. Or maybe it is. It’s just his voice that’s making you grind your teeth.
Usually you love your boyfriend’s voice.
But not today.
Today it sounds like nails on a chalk board.
The reason for your current mood is simple. Seungcheol let his mouth run away from him and informed all your friends that you weren’t “risky” in the bedroom. All of them laughing and quickly moving on like it was nothing.
But to you? It stung.
VENGEANCE : featuring kim hongjoong
— DILF!hongjoong x fem!reader in which you thought you already had the best relationship you could ever have. until one day you found you boyfroend fucking another girl on his bed, and so what could be a better and appropriate revenge than to fuck his very handsome father.
content warnings: this fic includes detailed nsfw scenes that may be too much for some readers. includes penetrative sex, mention of cheating, dilf!hongjoong, 20 years age gap, fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasm, video taping, and other scenes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. please consume what you can, and separate fiction from reality. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
a/n: HI SO YEAH HAPPY 2K FOLLOWERS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. So as a gift to everyone, here's a dilf!joong to all my fellow atiny's in my followers list. I hope you guys enjoy this delicious fic. ACK. I LOVE YOU ALL. <333
word count: 9k words
You were a catch. A fucking catch.
Everyone on campus knew it. Jaehyun, the guy you'd been dating for the past few months, was constantly called the luckiest man alive. You heard the whispers in the hallways, the envious glances in the cafeteria, the not-so-subtle comments from his friends. But you never really paid much attention to it. You already knew your worth.
After all, you were the drum major of the university's marching band—the one who commanded an entire field with nothing but a raised hand and a sharp look. You carried yourself with a natural, domineering aura that turned heads wherever you went. Tall posture, sharp eyes, and an unshakable confidence that made people straighten up when you walked by. Most of your friends secretly envy you for it.
Your relationship with Jaehyun was far from perfect, but it was still one of the healthiest ones you'd ever had. Or at least... that's what you kept telling yourself.
He was caring in his own way. Attentive on most days, always making sure you ate before long band practices and sending you good luck texts before every game. Jaehyun wasn't the most popular guy on campus compared to you, but as a star football jock, he wasn't exactly unknown either. You two shared the same friend group, which made everything feel easy and comfortable.
NSFW 18+ | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
Word Count: 1.7k
Pairing: Fem!Yunho x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Her boyfriend thinks she's your friend--your study partner. But you both know the truth: That your sleepovers are much more than meets the eye.
A/N: hey so this was gonna be much longer and with much more plot, but you know sometimes that just doesn't happen. and that is so okay! so here's some college au lesbian situationship goodies for you all 💗 thank you to the lovely @sungbeam for hosting this wonderful collab. and a hope you enjoy!! (and lmk if you do enjoy so i dont cry)
also ty to @minkieater for just telling me to post this or it may have never seen the light of day lol
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HER LIPS were the softest you had ever known. Like smooth silk against yours. She always moaned into your mouth—cute little wails of pleasure when you pressed against her.
When you moved down to her neck, the moans we're always the same. She never said your name; she locked it behind closed doors. Even when it felt like she was close to saying it, even in a voice just above a whisper, she wouldn't say it. She couldn't say it.
Your hands gripped her hips, fingers sliding down to her thighs wrapping her legs around your waist, "how was your day?" It was so casual, the way you asked her. It was a soft murmur of acknowledgement of what you were meant to be doing here, or, at least, what her boyfriend thought you were doing.
K. HONGJOONG — on deck
synopsis: the captain of the ship cannot stand sharing.
note: another reupload from last year :p
warnings: MDNI, 2.4k words, pirate AU, porn with a little plot, penetrative sex, afab fem reader, unprotected, rough, edging, pussy slaps, very light choking and crying, biting, slight exhibitionism (?), cursing and dirty talk, hongjoong is whipped but mean, mingi and seonghwa cameos, “baby” / “joong” / “captain” used as pet names. not proofread.
the sea is ruthless.
dark clouds overhead signal rain, but it doesn’t come yet. nature works at its own pace.
tall waves crash against the side of the fairly big pirate ship, some of the water making it onto the deck. half of the crew groans in frustration, the other half childishly splash the water with their boots.
another morning has gone by and you haven’t seen your captain. nights ago, he made it clear he wasn’t to be bothered by anyone, and everyone took his word for it. for as kind as hongjoong was, he was also not to be tested. for three long days, he has skipped meals and forwarded all concerns to the second in command, the quartermaster seonghwa.
revenge | choi seungcheol
⚜️ pairing: rival!seungcheol x fem!reader ⚜️ genre/content: assassins, rivals, kind of mafia vibes ⚜️ warnings: implied choking, brief descriptions of injuries on the face ⚜️ summary: despite your rivalry, seungcheol wants to know who has hurt you ⚜️ word count: 750 ⚜️ a/n: omg i've had this in my drafts for MONTHS and while losing inspiration for other wip, i came across this and somehow wrote this in 30 minutes. i hope you enjoy! this is truly one of my favorite tropes #whodidthistoyou
“Who did this to you?” he whispers.
You can’t look at him. Despite your hatred for one another, you know him like the back of your hand. And he knows you. He will know the second he looks into your eyes.
He will know.
And you have to protect him.
You shake your head, trying to will the tears pooling at the bottom of your eyes away, staring down at your bruised and cut-up hands.
Seungcheol’s hand moves to your knee, the pressure spreading warmth throughout your body.
He’s kneeling in front of you now.
“I can’t. I can’t tell you.” Seungcheol sees something, but he needs you to turn your head towards him to be sure.
“Tell me. I can protect you.” He tries to cup your face in his hands, but you forcefully turn your chin away.
“No, no, I can’t-”
“Please let me help you.”
“I swear on my life, I cannot let you get involved.”
Seungcheol sighs and stands in front of you. He takes your arm in his hand, cradling your wrist gently where the bruise of a handprint remains etched into your skin.
“Please look at me,” he whispers.
“I can’t let them hurt you like this, too.”
“Who? Who will hurt me?” he pleads.
When you don’t answer, Seungcheol pads over to the adjoining bathroom and wets a towel with hot water.
“You have a cut on your lip, will you let me clean it up?” he asks gently.
You’re battling internal demons. You want to accept his help, but doing so will put his life in jeopardy. If what you went through is proof enough, they will kill him. You’ve spent the past six years of your life training to be the most skilled assassin. Choi Seungcheol is the only rival assassin who has managed to stay one step ahead of you. All you’ve wanted was to beat him. But with what you know now, you don’t want anyone else getting hurt.
“I should go,” you say quietly, making to stand, but a sharp pain shoots from your side and you fall back on the bed. Not before Seungcheol catches you by the waist.
“I am not leaving you. Please trust me.”
You haven’t let go of his arm, and he hasn’t let go of you.
“Let me help you.”
You slowly lift your head to look him in the eye.
One look.
Seungcheol sees it. He knows. Just like you knew he would. His jaw clenches.
He was right. The brief mark he saw on your neck was just a small part of a large handprint around your throat.
Gently, he lifts your chin with your thumb to inspect the handprint some more, and his suspicions are correct. Right below your jawline, there is the imprint of a family crest he knows all too well. Two lions facing each other, in between them a shield with one star in the middle- a symbol for the eldest son of the family.
This was your family’s crest.
Your older brother did this to you. He left you there in the woods, half dead.
Seungcheol can’t let this slide. You see the flash of pure anger in his eyes.
“Seungcheol, please, no.”
His eyes flit up to your face, taking in the other injuries on your face. The bruise on your cheekbone. The black eye. The bloody nose.
Your brother wanted to kill you.
Seungcheol might see you as his enemy, as someone he has wanted to beat in this hunting game.
But he would never do this to you. To anyone from his own family. He would never torture anyone like this.
“I’m sorry.”
“Seungcheol, please, I can’t lose you. Please.” You’re crying now, gripping onto his forearm with both hands.
“Please don’t leave me alone.”
Despite the years of rivalry, you don’t hesitate to trust Seungcheol to lift your weak body in his arms and carry you to the bathroom. He helps you take off your bloody clothes, stands outside the shower, waiting for you to finish scrubbing yourself clean. He dresses all your wounds himself, only faltering when it comes time to press a hot compress to your throat.
He watches you fall asleep, nestled under the covers, your hand in his, gently stroking it with his thumb.
When he’s positive you’re asleep, he quietly walks out to the balcony and pulls out the burner phone he keeps hidden in his left sock.
He makes one call.
“Find him. And kill him.”
₊˚.༄ ATEEZ bf texts ft. YUNHO
warnings: nsfw, joking use of ‘daddy’, ‘baby’ as petname, he’s annoying
note: i find it so hard to write yunho. he’s so silly but also so serious sometimes, i can never get his sexiness right ughhhh sorry in advance
other versions: seonghwa | san | mingi | wooyoung
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[noun] love
pairing: jongho x fem!reader
genre: fluff, heavily suggestive at the end, non-idol au, college au, childhood friends to lovers, penpals to friends to lovers, unrequited love that is actually requited, reader is an exchange student at jongho's university, ateez are volleyball players, i know nothing about volleyball, mentions of virgin jongho at the end, first love kind of thing
wc: 8.5k
summary: you and jongho met as children during a letter writing project. years later, you get the chance to meet in person because of a study exchange but you are determined to keep your feelings a secret - after all, how do you tell your best friend you’re in love with him?
a/n: this is my contribution to the alive live collab hosted by @sungbeam! it was such a fun collab where I got to speak and write with such amazing mutuals, ily all ❤️❤️❤️ the last scene of this fic actually took me ages to write, it just wouldn't come together like i wanted, so the nsfw scene has been taken out potentially to be posted as a side fic in the future when the idea is coperating with me 😭😭 i hope you like it anyways!!
thank you to @xomakara for the banner. i legit never make banners for my fics so thank u so much bby <3
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To my new friend,
My name is ----. I am 8 years old. I live in England. I like to write stories.
What is your name? I don’t know a lot about South Korea. Where do you live? What do you like to do?
I look forward to your reply.
From,
Your new friend
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It started because of a school project.
Your Year 3 teacher was friends with someone who taught abroad and they came up with a writing unit that involved sending letters to people hours away in South Korea. You wouldn’t say you were excited about it but you definitely thought it was cool. Countries in Asia felt so far away from where you were right now and the idea that you could communicate with one without the use of technology sounded wonderfully archaic (you’d just learnt that word and used it obnoxiously when you had the chance).
So you wrote your initial letter using the writing frame your teacher gave you. You shared your name, your age, your home town, and your favourite hobby. You asked about Korea, about where they lived, to share something in Korean that you could practice reading or speaking (you didn’t know at the time how different hangul looked from English and that it would take some effort to be able to read it).
You didn’t know that your letter being selected by one person would change so much of your life.
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To ---
Thank you for your letter.
My name is Jongho. I am 8 years old. I live in Goyang. I like to sing.
Goyang is very pretty. I like the lake here. What is England like? My teacher says it rains.
What do you write?
I wait for your reply.
From,
Jongho
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You only shared a handful of letters before the writing project came to an end. You remembered holding your opened letters in your hand and frowning at your teacher as you asked, “does that mean I can’t speak to Jongho anymore?”
tomorrow
Always reblog NSYNC the day before May
Queueing this for next year
Best of Friends
Pairing: Fem!SeonghwaXFem!Reader
Genera: smut
Summary: you and your female best friend Seonghwa take your close friendship to the next level.
Content warnings: 18+ no minors. Seonghwa is female in this with female body parts. Uses she/her/they pronouns. Mutual masturbation. Nipple play. Assisted masturbation. Use of sex toys. Oral sex. Face riding. Multiple orgasms.
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THE MAN WHO CAN'T BE MOVED
[ex-husband!wooyoung x ex-wife!reader] 𓈒𓏸.°• smut minors dni 18+ warnings in each part after fourteen years together and one kid, you finally grew the balls to divorce your husband, wooyoung. you should've known better, that it wouldn't be so simple─ he loves you too fucking much to let you go that easily.
WIFEY [PART ONE] 9K WORDS ─── it was a work trip, only one weekend away from kyungmin, you think wooyoung is fully capable of taking care of your son for a few days... but then wooyoung is there, presenting in front of the crowd, your world is crumbling beneath your feet, and his coworker is still trying to get into your pants.
CLOCKWORK [PART TWO] 9.7K WORDS ─── you had a good thing going: the sun goes down, your son goes to bed, and wooyoung comes over and takes care of you the best way he can, the only way you want him to. until he asks for one date, which unravels everything he's kept hidden for the past year.
BROKEN CLOCKS [PART THREE] 19K WORDS ─── you left wooyoung because he was never there, he was never present. always working, never with you and your son. the only thing he left you with, was a choice― one you never thought you'd have to make.
[fin] 💌
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୨⎯ Stingray ⎯୧
✎: idol!san x fem!reader
wc — 650
content — established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort, period comfort, san taking care of you, flowers, snacks, heating pad that he found just for you, crying because he's too perfect, pet names (baby, sannie, princess), soft san, domestic fluff, mood swings acknowledged, reader is emotional, san is a green flag
note — i need him
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It's that time of the month. You're curled up in bed, knees tucked to your chest, a pillow clutched against your stomach like it might somehow hold you together. The first day is always the worst for you—the cramps, the fatigue, the overwhelming urge to cry at absolutely nothing. Thankfully, it's the weekend, and you don't have to work. The sad part is that your boyfriend San has schedules today and is only supposed to get home late.
It's now 6 PM, and you hear the front door open.
You know it's San, but you find it weird—he wasn't supposed to be home for at least a few more hours. You don't have the strength to get up, so you just lie there, listening to his footsteps in the hallway.
San enters the room and stops at the sight of you—all crunched up in pain, buried under blankets, looking absolutely miserable. He has several bags in his hands, the plastic rustling as he sets them down.
He puts everything on the dresser and sits on the edge of the bed, leaning over to brush your hair out of your face.
"Hey, baby," he says softly, his voice gentle like he's soothing a wounded animal.
"Hi, Sannie." Your voice comes out small, tired. "You got home early."
He smiles, but there's concern in his eyes. "Yeah, I asked them to let me leave earlier. I couldn't stand the thought of you being here alone like this." He gestures to the bags. "I got you some stuff."
You sit up slowly, your face scrunching up in pain as a cramp hits. Your hand presses against your lower stomach instinctively.
His face drops at the sight, his eyebrows knitting together. "Careful, baby. Take it slow."
He reaches out and helps you sit all the way up, propping the pillows behind your back so you're comfortable.
"Okay," he says, reaching for the first bag. "So first, I bought you some flowers—just to cheer you up. I know you like them." He pulls out a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
"Oh my god, San, they're so pretty." You reach out to touch the petals, a small smile breaking through the pain.
He sets them on the nightstand, then digs into the next bag. "I also bought you some snacks and chocolate." He unloads an assortment of your favorites—the salty chips you crave, the sweet chocolate you hoard, even that weird candy you thought you were the only one who liked.
Then he reaches for the last bag, and his expression shifts—excited, almost giddy.
"And… I know you already have a heating pad, but I saw you looking at these on TikTok, and I found it in store today." He pulls out a stingray-shaped heating pad—the exact one you've been searching for for months. The one you showed him at 2 AM, half-asleep, mumbling about how cute it was. The one you thought he'd forgotten about.
Your eyes water immediately.
"Oh no," he says, panicking. "Baby, what is it? Are you hurting?" He pulls you into his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head. "God, why are you crying?"
You pull away, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. "I'm sorry, it's just—you're so perfect, and you always take care of me, and fuck—" You laugh through the tears. "Sorry, I'm just… the mood swings are crazy."
He exhales in relief, a small laugh escaping him. "You scared me."
He cups your face, thumbs wiping away the tears on your cheeks. "You don't have to thank me, baby. It's my duty as your boyfriend, okay?" He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Now lay down, and I'll go heat up your new friend. I'll bring you water too."
You lay back against the pillows, pulling the blankets up to your chin.
"Be right back, princess," he says, kissing your head one more time.
And you watch him leave toward the kitchen, his footsteps fading down the hall.
You lie there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what nation you saved in a past life to have him in your life.
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𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 ² ・・・ most would think after peeping on his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend - the cam girl mingi used to goon too - would cause some tension. but that tension is the exact opposite of what he thought and even becomes a part of the fun.
꒰ 𝓢ubject ꒱ ──── 𝓑oyfriend! 𝓨unho x 𝓕em.ᐟreader x 𝓕riend! 𝓜ingi ༘⋆ g. smut cw. mouth gag, bondage, marking/biting, voyeurism, threesome, cuckqueanry, dacryphilia, spanking, mingi’s bi awakening if you squint, dom yunho, oral (both m and f), slight mxm, a lot is going on really.. wc. 2.4k ┈┈┈ Ӄfiles ₊꒷꒦˚ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ ғᴏʀᴍ
Ӄai’s ¿? masterpiece made me do this … thank you ateez 🙏this is the extra for different sides of the internet, it can totally be a stand alone but i think knowing the history in the making of this helps!
Mingi stirred awake, the blanket that was draped over him falling to the ground as he lifted his body off the couch. Mingi doesn’t actually remember falling asleep. All he remembers is you, Yunho and him were sitting on the couch watching some thriller movie you've been talking about for a couple of days.
Mingi feels awkward sitting in your living room alone, he takes in his surroundings, finding a clock on your wall reading half past 1 in the morning. His place wasn’t far from your guys’ building so he grabbed his phone, cleaning up his mess as quietly as he could trying not to wake either of you up.
sore all over
in which: san just wants to help relieve you during your time of the month
pair: san/afab!reader
word count: 2.2k
content: massages, period sex, safe sex, completely consensual
rating: R — nsfw | mdni
Not going to lie, San was a little worried when you didn't get out of bed all day. Well, you technically did get up to drag yourself to the bathroom every so often, but then you immediately went back to bed. He knew that you were in a lot of pain because of your period, but he didn't realize that you were going to be completely out of commission that day.
thinking about ... san and cute aggression .ᐟ
you wake up before SAN, and for a second, you just stare at him. he’s on his back, lips slightly parted, hair messy against the pillow, his arm thrown over your waist, fingers curled loosely into your shirt, and the overwhelming, unbearable, almost painful kind of love hits you all at once.
your heart creates a rhythm of its own, hands grip the sheets, because he looks so ridiculously adorable you actually feel irritated about it. cute aggression floods your system so suddenly that you have to clamp your mouth shut to stop yourself from squealing, and so you lean down, sinking your teeth into his bare bicep.
“ow–” he jolts awake, eyes blinking open in confusion as he looks down at you still latched onto his arm. you don’t even apologize, just stare at him with wide and unhinged eyes. “did you just bite me?”
“i had to,” muffling groans against his skin, “you’re too cute.”
“that doesn’t explain why you’re tearing my flesh.”
you finally pull back, only to immediately grab his arm with both hands and squeeze hard. he lets out a sleepy laugh, voice still raspy, “cute aggression, hm?”
nodding before crawling on top of him and burying your face into his chest. your arms wrap around him, legs tangled with his, he oofs softly but doesn’t push you away as his hands settle on your back, rubbing soothing circles.
“baby,” he chuckles under his breath, tightening his hold, “it’s probably nine in the morning, and i’m already under attack.”
you cling tighter, pressing your face into him like you’re trying to fuse your bodies together, and it doesn’t stop there.
by the time lunchtime rolls around, you’re a complete mess. you’ve been glued to him all morning: following him into the kitchen, into the bathroom while holding his hand, back to the couch every time he sits down, you’re in his lap within seconds. every time he stands, you’re wrapped around his arm like a koala refusing to descend from its tree.
now you’re crying, hot tears running down your cheeks, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with you straddling his lap, your face buried in his neck, weeping and soaking his shirt.
“what happened?” he asks gently, hands rubbing up and down your back, and you try to answer, “i don’t know, i just–” your voice cracks. “i love you so much i feel stupid.”
“oh,” he goes quiet for a second, then exhales, “it’s one of those days.”
you nod before biting his shoulder this time, not even warning him.
“oh… okay, yeah, definitely one of those days,” he winces, adjusting you higher on his lap. his hands cradle your face, thumbs wiping your tears away, pulling you closer as you sniffle, immediately biting his collarbone as he hisses, “just maybe don’t leave teeth marks where people can see them.”
then he leans down and bites your cheek, and you stare at him in disbelief, as he grins, showing off his dimples.
“if i’m your chew toy today… then you’re mine too.”
“sannie–”
“don’t ‘sannie’ me,” he mutters, nuzzling into you again before peppering quick kisses on cheeks, nose, jaw, and then the lips.
you try to squirm away, but he only tightens his hold, rolling so you’re pinned beneath him. his fingers wiggle into your sides, making you shriek. he tickles you mercilessly, laughing when you curl into yourself, and when you finally catch your breath, he cups your face in both hands, squishing your cheeks together.
“you think i don’t feel that too?” he murmurs, voice softer. “look at you, how am i supposed to survive this?”
it just turns into the two of you rolling around the bed, alternating between biting, squeezing, tickling, and kissing like you aren’t madly in love and have absolutely no idea how to deal with the way your hearts seem to only know how to beat for each other.
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“You didn’t eat today, did you?”
He’s mean about it.
Not in a way that actually hurts—never that—but in that sharp, dismissive way that makes everyone else keep their distance.
You don’t.
That’s what confuses Min Yoongi the most.
“Why are you here again?”
You don’t even look up from where you’re sitting on the studio couch, scrolling lazily through your phone. “You texted me.”
“I did not.”
“You literally said, ‘come over, I need quiet.’”
“That was not an invitation.”
You hum. “Felt like one.”
Yoongi sighs like your existence is a personal inconvenience, turning back to the computer. His fingers hover over the keyboard, then drop uselessly into his lap.
He hasn’t written a single thing since you got here.
You notice.
Of course you do.
“You’re stuck,” you say casually.
“I’m not.”
“You’ve been opening and closing the same file for ten minutes.”
“I’m thinking.”
“You’re brooding.”
“I don’t brood.”
You finally glance at him.
Flat look. Completely unimpressed.
“…You absolutely brood.”
There’s a beat.
Then he scoffs, turning away like that settles it. “You’re annoying.”
“Mm.”
Silence stretches for a moment.
He tries again—typing something this time, actually getting a few notes down before stopping, frustrated, deleting it all in one go.
You watch him.
Watch the way his shoulders tense. The way his jaw tightens. The tiny flicker of doubt he tries to bury under attitude.
And then—
“You didn’t eat today, did you?”
He freezes.
Just for a second.
“…I did.”
“You had coffee.”
“That counts.”
“It doesn’t.”
“It does for me.”
You sit up, setting your phone aside. “That’s why you’re stuck.”
He lets out a short, incredulous laugh. “Yeah, sure. My entire creative process is ruined because I skipped lunch.”
“Pretty much.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?” you tilt your head slightly. “Or are you just easier to deal with when you’re not running on caffeine and spite?”
His eyes flick to you.
Sharp.
Defensive.
“Don’t psychoanalyze me.”
“I’m not. I’m observing.”
“You’re assuming.”
“I’m right.”
“You’re not.”
You hold his gaze, completely unbothered.
And that—that—is what cracks something.
Because you’re not intimidated.
You never are.
Everyone else backs off when he gets like this. Lets him hide behind the dry remarks, the clipped tone, the carefully constructed distance.
You just… step closer.
“Yoongi,” you say, softer now.
He hates when you say his name like that.
“…What.”
“You get like this every time you’re overwhelmed.”
“I’m not overwhelmed.”
“You stop taking care of yourself. You snap at people. You pretend you don’t care about anything so no one notices that you actually care about everything.”
Silence.
Heavy.
He looks at you like you’ve just said something you weren’t supposed to know.
“…You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You shrug lightly. “Okay.”
That’s it.
No argument. No pushback.
Just that.
And somehow, that’s worse.
Because now it feels like you’re letting him lie.
His jaw tightens. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like you’ve got me figured out.”
You stand, crossing the small space between you and his desk.
Slow. Careful. Like you know he might bolt if you move too fast.
“I don’t have you figured out,” you say quietly.
He watches you.
Doesn’t move.
“Not completely,” you add. “But I see you.”
That—
That hits somewhere deeper than he wants to admit. Than he wants to think about.
He looks away first.
“Congrats,” he mutters. “You want a medal?”
You almost smile.
“No. I want you to eat something.”
“…Unbelievable.”
You reach past him, grabbing the takeout bag you brought earlier and setting it in front of him.
He stares at it.
Then at you.
“I didn’t ask for this.”
“I know.”
“I don’t need you to take care of me.”
“I know.”
“Then why do you—”
“Because you won’t.”
That stops him.
Completely.
For a second, he just… looks at you.
Really looks.
Like he’s trying to understand why you’re still here. Why you haven’t gotten tired of the attitude, the walls, the constant pushing away.
“…You’re stubborn,” he says finally.
You shrug. “Takes one to know one.”
A quiet huff of air escapes him—almost a laugh, but not quite.
He reaches for the food.
Opens it.
Takes a bite.
And it’s small, but—
It’s something.
You don’t comment on it.
Don’t make it a big deal.
You just lean back against the desk beside him, close enough that your shoulder brushes his.
He doesn’t move away.
Minutes pass.
The tension in the room shifts—softens, just a little.
“…You’re still annoying,” he says after a while.
You smile faintly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Another bite.
Then, quieter—
“…Stay.”
It’s so soft you almost miss it.
But you don’t.
You never do.
“Okay,” you say.
And this time—
When he starts working again—
He doesn’t get stuck.