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everything is just so much more beautiful under the cover of darkness

drunk on the night – just drunk enough so the words i never seemed to find sit right at the tip of my tongue – finally woven together. manifested from the dark spaces between stars. the truth still lies between words spoken, and i still close my eyes to protect my secrets. confessions hidden in every look i refuse to return.

he says i shouldn't romanticize pain, but how else should i come to face it if it can't at least be beautiful?

when the only time i can look it in the eyes, is under the cover of moonlight to shield me from its wrath?

if every time he looked at me, i felt like i'd been burned — just imagine what his touch felt like on my skin?

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the cold feel of the phone in his pocket was getting on his last nerve. shifting around in his seat, he cursed himself for getting so wound up–

he couldn't be doing this. not now.

he'd locked himself away in bars today, hoping to blend right into the dim air. always feeling so comfortable lit up by nothing but blurry city lights- like he could hide away in the starless night.

conversation flowed through all four corners of the space, words overpowered by the bass echoing off the walls. a bitter scent of sugar and vanilla hung thick in the air, and as it mixed with the dull thumping in his veins, he really thought he'd done it.

but the distractions he'd been pouring down his throat eventually turned on him, and he couldnt help but indulge.

indigo under the shadow of his lashes; as he ran his fingertips across the cold screen. tucked under the sticky tabletop to hide away from prying eyes, he dripped his heart out onto the little chat box labelled with your name.

'how have you been spending your day'

he types and sends.

before adding;

'without me?'

hoping the shapes of the letters could convey the feeling in his veins.

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you always thought his soul was made of ocean- shimmering waves lit up by midnight light as he looked at you with those eyes of his.

yeosang's gaze wandered downward- lips coated with gloss like bittersweet honey, he wondered if it'd tinge the words you carefully – oh so carefully – picked out too. or if it would burn his lips like poison. hastily fluttering his eyes back up, he knew he'd been caught.

"i can hear you thinking," you said, wrapping your words prettily in acknowledgement. wanting to push him just a little, just enough- because you loved to see what it did to him.

his response was of waves crashing.

"im not good with words."

"why don't you tell me what you're hearing," he said, looking into your irises as if he was hoping to uncover the universe's secrets hidden inside. treading the line carefully, wanting you to push him over yourself. you weren't the only one who knew how to play, after all.

"i'm hearing that you want me to beg for your heart."

[two-bees-poetry]

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Jeonghan shivered in the icy October breeze, unable to stifle the troublesome impulse. The dark night's embrace seemed to only serve her-- as did the starlight, laying itself gently across the high points of her face.

"Its like I keep stepping in the same damn trap, time and time again," she angrily spilled from her lips, gaze fixed on a fallen leaf. Strands of hair catching in the wind's movement.

"When we're together its like we're the only people on earth; like you've never known another person," she trailed off with a sniffle. Her focus all the more potent, as if she could will the tears away.

"And then I look over and you're having that with someone else," the crack in her voice broke off the sentence, a drop dipping down her cheek before she whispered, "giving that to somebody else."

He wrote her a mental love letter- one so intimate it could never see the light of day- and archived it right where her image was branded onto his mind.

"I resent that, so much. You can't just keep giving the same gift over and over again," it rained uncontrollably now, accompanied by her unrestrained hiccups in a perfect storm.

"Yet here I am, running to you for comfort."

Its only a gift when its with you, he wanted to say.

But he feared the power of words had taken her side, and undoubtably would betray him.

Instead, he lifted his hand to sweep the tears off her face. Heart thudding so hard that she felt it in his touch.

"You look so beautiful right now," he said, accompanied by a humorless chuckle.

And in that moment, she took pride in what she saw. What she knew to be true. Yes, he could go wherever he wished and never feel out of place; never speak to a person who wouldn't immediately wish to make themselves useful to him, in any conceivable way. But there was nobody out there who could make him like this. And that was all the comfort she needed.

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i find that with him, its all about negative space.

they say words can paint beautiful pictures, weave together into magnificent poetry embedded with truths and secrets and questions. so how come he speaks none, yet the air is filled with poetry all the same?

my breaths tinkered down as we locked eyes, as if they feared overpowering his silence. as if my subconscious took over, attempting to be submerged in this feeling.

i had always thought of myself as an artist of words- the type who built and wove and painted with them as my tools- but whatever questions i had carefully surrounded with castles of pretty words all collapsed in that very second.

swept away by a thick silence between us as he exhaled his thoughts into the air.

an artist that wields no tools; the dark spaces between stars allowing them to shine;

the muse to art itself. like a dawn at its deepest point;

beauty in stillness and absence.

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Ateez Die for you / Kill for you?

Good luck on your exams <3

— thank you, i'm finally free 💋

"i would die for you"

seonghwa, yeosang, mingi, san

"i would kill for you"

jongho, yunho, wooyoung, hongjoong

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they don’t tell you that love is addicting.

that it has the inexplicable potential to consume every part of your being

and make you forget what you once wanted in its absence.

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coachella has me thinking a lot...

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hongjoong is as tortured an artist as you get–

while the others bask in the sparkling lights of the club, enjoying the riches, fame, endless attention....

he locks himself up in his suite, lit up by nothing but blurry city lights. typing away at the little keys at his fingertips, bleeding his heart onto the chat box labelled with your name. he curses himself for getting so wound up–

this wasn't right. he shouldn't honor you with his thoughts, not here, not now.

but he just can't stop himself.

you are his own kind of indulgence; his drug, his riches, his fame. worshipping you in paragraphs woven together by the strings of his heart, horrible tangles dyed moonlight white.

'some audacity you have, staying on my mind while im on tour'

he types, hoping the shapes of the letters convey the resentment his veins boil with.

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Which ateez member would fit this vibe: sneaking out at midnight, candle light, wild laughter, confessions torn from a sleepless heart? 🤍

yunho

A 2am text reading

meet me outside in 5?

and without even replying you drag yourself out of bed, because its him. You let the moonlight be your accessory- hair down, face fresh, eyes heavy.

greetings exchanged in the cool night air followed by a brisk walk and elevator button 36– thirty six times you promised yourself you wouldn't see him anymore.

as you adorned yourself in icy moonlight, his accessory was candlelight, melting onto his features like sweetest honey. clinking your glasses together until you were both lightly buzzed and laughter filled the room. not possessing the focus for anything but his honeyed voice as you spoke about anything and everything, safely draped in midnight, away from prying eyes.

and as the moon sets and its light no longer shines on you, you can't help but feel exposed, like you'd put your own heart in his hands and waited for him to break it like delicate glass.

next time, i think we should ask the stars for eternal night, he'd tell you, eyes clised to protect the last bit of his secrets, before drifting into slumber.

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Im just going to say that at first I was much attracted to san for his striking looks and his presence on stage is most noteworthy of anyones attention but then his mannerisms and the way he holds himself to such good standards maybe a bit much sometimes overall hes very attractive not just for his body. he gives off traditional gentleman vibes and i love that about him, whoever gets to marry him will be very very lucky in their life. sadly it wont be me. ahh well. who do you notice the most out of ateez?

i have quite a hard time figuring San out, which is why you might notice my lack of musings about him.

just like you said, his wide and stable posture comes off as quite confident and assertive, and paired with his perfect manners he gives off a gentleman-ly aura. a lot of his attractiveness comes from this natural confidence, and great ability to make people feel seen. the look in his eyes as he listens intently is like he's looking into you.

these things might be unconcious for him, but to me he rather comes off as someone who knows exactly how he'd like to come off to others, and exactly how to achieve that. he's someone who'll think through every emotion, action, and reaction multiple times before putting it out into the world, which shields his raw emotions from outsiders.

if i were to assign him to a trope, he'd be an Anthony Bridgerton. young heir destined to carry on his family name– his family's honor– at the expense of his own freedom.

the times he does slip up challenges whatever understanding i thought i'd made up of him (like that one fancall) and puts me right back where i started.

who i personally notice varies quite a bit..... my most recent point of interest lies with Yunho. but those thoughts are for my 4am musings and longer posts~ 💋

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https://www.tumblr.com/xeriprincess/747708050905956352/coachella-got-me-thinking-which-members-do-u?source=share what about san and hongjoong or would they not let it get to their heads as much as the members?

for san, he has a very strong moral compass which would bring him right back down to earth if he ever got lost in the clouds. he holds himself accountable 110% of the time, so it would take a lot for him to get high on fame.

for hongjoong, i was a little bit torn. on one hand, i can see him being too in his own head to really enjoy the fame– constantly monitoring their performances, thinking of ways to improve next time, writing lyrics and perfecting half-written songs.

on the other hand, his scorpio placements are telling me the opposite. getting starstruck by himself is written in his stars (no pun intended) so i could definitely see indulgence getting the best of him.

💋

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Coachella got me thinking... Which members do u think would be acting up (iykyk) during their stay? Benefitting from that american air?

there's no shame in letting fame and celebrity get to your head... just for a little bit...

handsome, rich, and famous. enjoying all eyes on him (and not just eyes) -- seonghwa, wooyoung, yeosang

truck to the plane to the club. sparkling lights in champagne glasses-- mingi, jongho

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spring is so lovely...

love like blooming pink blossoms and petals in the wind; seonghwa, yeosang

love like a warm breeze and afternoon sunlight; san, yunho, jonho

love like a cloudless night and the whisper of the stars; wooyoung, hongjoong, mingi

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its not fun to play with those who dont overindulge. overanalyze, overthink, decipher codes that dont exist. he loves to play with you because he knows you do. he knows you see signals where there are none; he knows you'll drink up every drop he gives you until you're about to drown. and he'd hold you right there, just where he wants you.

scorpio baby

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The bright and sociable guy, who talks to strangers as if they're old friends, happy to reconnect. Who smiles and laughs and jokes more often than not, radiating light into every room he's in– becoming its center. He'll genuinely listen to every word, and lace his with understanding and wit, because he loves to see and be seen.

But not with you. It gets too personal with you. No matter how much he tries, he can't shake the seriousness washing over him before you. He knows what makes him charming, knows how to work a room– an auditorium– but not you.

It makes you think he dislikes you, because why else would he switch up his brightness in your presence? Why else would he dim down as soon as you spoke to him? Your feelings are hurt and you try even harder, try to channel this unspoken enticement of his, hoping it'll do something.

Because disliking you is the only possible explanation for this.

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cities each ateez member's heart lives in–

tokyo; jongho, yunho

osaka; seonghwa

new york; mingi

busan; yeosang, san

paris; hongjoong

seoul; wooyoung