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Pairing: Ateez x Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word Count: 10.6k
Summary: You came from different worlds; he was known as a 'bad influence,' a rebellious character that people advised you to steer clear of. His reputation preceded him, a whirlwind of chaos and defiance that left a trail of whispers in his wake. In contrast, you moved through life feeling quite ordinary and overlooked, a quiet presence in a bustling world. You were the girl who blended into the background, the one who followed the rules and adhered to the expectations set by society. As fate would have it, the moment you crossed paths with him, everything changed.
Hongjoong
Hongjoong has become something that he never wanted to be — his heart has blackened, and his mind in a disarray, was there any point to ever yearn for the peace that he seeks? All he ever wanted was for Ateez to become the strongest delinquents in the entirety of KQ, and yet, all he ever got is him becoming the biggest criminal mastermind of KQ's underground. His mind began to stir — dark and impulsive thought seeps through like ink in a torn out paper, it reeks of bloodlust. He sits in his office, a dangerous glint in his eyes as his doors began to open. Dragging a person deep inside his quarters.
He stands up, within the flash of an eye, he goes up and puts a gun to your head — there was no time for a reunion nor reminiscing; with his dark, sunken eyes and a hoarse voice, he began to speak: "What do you need from me?" it was not a question, it was a demand for ever daring to reach out to him. Time is limited, it's time to move.
"Hongjoong?" Hongjoong's heart skips a beat the moment he recognize the voice, your voice. His grip on the gun on your head loosen slightly. Your voice alone already manages to send the butterflies in his stomach fluttering.
"Y/n?" He calls your name with his hoarse voice — his heart begins to pound rapidly, beating for the first time in years. You give a slight nod, affirming that it was indeed you who stood before him. "Why are you here?" He asks coldly, he tries to compose himself — mentally scolding himself to remain stoic and unfeeling; shoving down the emotions that are bursting forth like a dam that has broken. He wants you near him, to make you stay within arm's distance, but at the same time… he does not want to hurt you. You should not have come to him.
"I wanted to see you."
You… wanted to see him?
Hongjoong's heart skipped another beat, for what reason? He does not know why, but a part of him is glad that you are here, within arms reach away from him. His fingers twitch, wanting to reach out to you. He looks you in the eyes, his eyes dark and empty, but he tries to compose himself, "You shouldn't have." His voice sounds colder than usual.
Hongjoong's heart was pounding rapidly, his mind in a disarray on how he should approach you. He wants to hug you, to make you stay by his side, to not go away. But at the same time… he does not want to hurt you; the darkness in his heart that was slowly creeping in. "You don't understand," he tries to sound cold, but his voice begins to soften, "You shouldn't be here. You need to go. You cannot be near me. You'll just get hurt."
"You'd never hurt me." Hongjoong's heart skips a beat again upon hearing your response, his heart swelling with something that is akin to hope. Yet at the same, he doesn't want to bring you into the mess that he is in.
He grits his teeth, "You still don't understand," he responds, "Just being around me puts you in danger." His eyes soften, "please… go. For the sake of both you and I, you need to leave." His heart ached, it felt like it's cracking inside his chest. He's trying so hard, so hard to push you away, but at the same time… he wants you to stay; to not leave him.
You reach out and gently take his free hand in yours. His heart stopped when you grabbed his hand. Hongjoong's body froze momentarily, his mind goes into haywire as he feels your hand in his. It's warm, so warm. The last time he was this close to another person… he can't even remember. A part of him wants to pull away, not wanting to put you in danger, yet the other part of him wants to pull you closer.
Every part of his body was screaming, telling him to pull you closer, to pull you into his embrace. To feel the warmth of your body against his own. He tried to regain his composure, but his mind was still in a disarray of emotions. He was struggling, trying to keep his emotions at bay — he wants to protect you. But, you're making this hard for him. The more you touches him, the more he has the urge to pull you against his chest.
He wants to feel your skin, to feel your body, to hear your heartbeat, to smell your scent. He wants to hold you forever and never let go, to make you his. His heart begins to pound in his chest, his mind is going into overdrive. He is so close to losing it. He just wants to pull you against him and never let go. He is struggling, struggling so hard to fight back from embracing you. You're making it impossible for him to keep his composure.
Just what did you come here for? Why are you doing this to him? He couldn't hold back any longer.
The last of his self-control snaps. He quickly pulls his hand that was in yours, and pulled you against his chest. His arms quickly wrapped around your frame, his chin resting on your shoulder. He buries his face in your neck, breathing in your scent. Your warmth against his body drove him insane. He wants you, oh god, he wants you so badly.
When you hug him back, he tightens his hold on you, pressing your body even closer against his. He could feel every inch of your body against his own - your warmth, your scent, your breaths. It was driving him mad, driving him to the point of no return. He pulled you closer, holding her tighter. He doesn't want to let go, ever.
His heart was beating wildly in his chest. He takes another deep breath, taking in your scent. He nuzzles his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You shouldn't have come here. You have no idea what you're doing to me right now." He says hoarsely, his voice thick with longing.
His mind is going into overdrive. His rational side is telling him that he should push you away, to make you leave for your own safety and for him to not become a danger to you. But his heart. Oh, his heart is telling him to pull you even closer. His heart is telling him to claim you, to make you his.
"I missed you." His heart skipped a beat the moment he heard your words. Those three simple words hit him like a truck. You missed him. His hold on you tightens. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure - but he couldn't. Not when you're pressed up against him like this.
"I missed you, too…" he says hoarsely, his voice soft and ragged. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your body pressed up against his. You're making it so hard for him to keep control. He wants you, oh God, he wants you so badly. But the sane part of his mind is telling him that he shouldn't, that he'll end up hurting you.
"Are you still going to make me leave?" You ask softly. His heart skipped yet again as you whispered those words. Don't leave me. Don't leave me. His mind echoes. He pulled you closer, holding you as tight as possible. He never wanted to let you go, never ever.
"Don't leave, please…" he whispers hoarsely, his voice cracking slightly. "Please, don't leave me." You lean up and press your forehead to his. He let out a shaky breath as your forehead touched his. Everything about you was driving him insane. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your skin against his. He wanted you, he wanted you so bad. He could feel his self-control slowly slipping away, and he couldn't find it in him to care.
"Y/n…" he whispers her name hoarse voice, his hands slowly slides down to your hips.
He grips your hips, pulling you closer. He could feel everything and the way you fit against him. It's as if you were made just for him. He lets his eyes flutter close, pressing his forehead harder against yours, not wanting to lose this feeling. "Y/n… I…" he began to speak, but his voice fails him. He can't form the words he wants to say.
He swallows hard, trying to find his voice again. He wants to tell her, to say the words that are hanging on the tip of his tongue. His heart is thumping harder and harder in his chest, like it's trying to burst out. He pulls his head back slightly, opening his eyes to look at you.
You are close, so close. Your face is mere inches from his own, your breath hot on his skin. He could see the flecks of color in your eyes, the soft line of yourlips. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words won't come out. All he can do is stare at you, drinking you in like a thirsty man. "Y/n…" he whispers your name again, his voice hoarse from want. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell you so many things, but the words got stuck in his throat.
With his hoarse voice, he whispered, "I… I want you. I want you so badly." His heart is beating wildly in his chest, his body tense and taut like a bow string. He can't think straight, his mind only filled with thoughts of you. He wants you, he wants you like he's never wanted anything before. His hands tighten their grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh - as if he's trying to make sure you're real, that this isn't some kind of dream. "I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to be away from me. I want you here, with me. Always."
"Okay."
Seonghwa
“I told you to stay away and look what you did.” Seonghwa scolded you as he kneeled down beside you, ripping off a piece of his shirt and tying it around your bleeding wound. He had warned you to stay away from a gang fight happening between Ateez and a rival gang- but you didn’t listen for whatever reason. Seonghwa was fuming, although trying to keep his anger down because you were hurt. Does no one listen to his warnings anymore?
"I couldn't help but worry about you," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. He sighed, still angry that you were so stubborn but… He was touched by your concern. He finished tightening the makeshift bandage. He then sat beside you, leaning his back against the wall.
“Next time follow my warnings.” He said sternly. He was silent for a moment before looking at you. “Your concern for me… I appreciate it. But don’t pull stupid stunts like that. You’re gonna get yourself killed one day.” He said, his features softening a little.
"I thought the fight was probably over! I wanted to make sure you weren't badly injured," You were still trying to justify your actions. He exhaled tiredly. He was annoyed you didn’t listen to him, not that he expected you to.
“How did I know you’d say that…” He mumbled. He took a minute before continuing, his anger cooling down. “Next time just stay at home, idiot. You don’t need to worry about me.” He grumbled, looking away for a moment. As you leaned your head against his shoulder, a moment of surprise flickered across his face. He tenses for a moment, caught off guard by your action. He hesitates, unsure how response before just letting you rest your head on his shoulder. He is still miffed by your stubbornness, but doesn’t want to argue. And he secretly enjoys your affection.
"I'm sorry I got hurt, but I'm not sorry for being worried about you," you said, your tone a blend of sincerity and resolve. He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips.
“As stubborn as always, ain’t ya?” He muttered, the anger from earlier mostly vanishing. He sighed, shaking his head.“Don’t you dare pull a stunt like that again.” He said firmly, his voice still stern. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him. He is silent for a moment as he feels you relax against him. He can still see the wound you had on your arm, and he can’t help but feel a pang of guilt. If only you listened to him in the first place…He gently rests his chin on top of your head and exhales.
“You’re a piece of work, you know that?” He said gruffly, though his tone was affectionate rather than irritated. He holds you closer, almost protectively. He is conflicted- he wanted to be mad, but he couldn’t bring himself to be. Your warm presence calmed him. “Can’t believe you got hurt just to make sure I was fine…” He muttered, his voice low. He held you tighter, wanting to keep you close and safe.
"I care about you, you know," you whispered softly, your lips forming a delicate pout.
He huffed softly, but couldn’t deny the warm feeling in his chest at your words. He tightened the arm that wrapped around you, silently pulling you closer to him. “Yeah, yeah, I know that.” He muttered, a hint of a smile on his lips. He didn’t want to admit it, but he secretly enjoyed when you showed your concern for him. “Just don’t get hurt on my behalf again.” He said quietly, gently running his hand down your side.
Seonghwa looked down at you, his eyes meeting yours. He studied your face for a moment, taking in the expression in your eyes. He then sighed again, shaking his head a little. “What am I gonna do with you, hm?” He muttered, his voice quieter than usual. He raised a hand and gently traced your cheek with his knuckles. He hated to admit but he was worried when he saw you in the middle of that gang fight.
"Adore me." His eyes widened slightly at your words and he blushed faintly. He quickly looked away from, trying to hide his surprise. He grumbled something under his breath and exhaled before looking back at you.
“…You’re really pushing your luck…“ He muttered, but there was no anger in his voice. He gently took your chin and met your gaze. “I do cherish you, you know that, right? Even though you’re a real pain in the ass.” He said quietly. Your smile danced in your eyes, creating delicate creases as you nodded.
He released your chin before gently bringing his hand to the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair as he exhaled. “Just… please don’t try to get yourself caught up in gang fights again.” He said quietly. “Seeing you hurt… It scared the hell outta me.” He continued to gently run his hand through your hair, his touch soft and comforting.
He leaned his head back against the wall and continued to stroke your hair, his touch still gentle and affectionate. “You sure are a stubborn one, huh?” He said with a soft huff of laughter. He tilted his head to look down at you, his eyes tender. “You mean a lot to me, you know that?” He continued quietly. “You’re so damn precious to me. That’s why I don’t want you getting hurt…”
He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer against him again. He was still frustrated with you for not listening to him and getting hurt, but he was glad you were okay now. He gently ran his hand up and down your side, feeling your warmth and your breathing. “Just… promise me you’ll avoid getting into dangerous situations, okay?” He said quietly, his voice serious. “I don’t want to see you hurt, ever.”
"I promise Seonghwa, I'll be more careful." He tilted his head down slightly so that his lips rested against the top of your head. He inhaled your scent and couldn’t help but find comfort in your presence. He felt his heart skip a beat as he kissed your forehead, feeling a wave of affection wash over him. He tightened his arm around you, holding you close to him. He wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat. He gently ran his hand up your back, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his touch. He never thought he’d find himself so vulnerable and affectionate, but you brought something out in him that he didn’t even know he had.
Yunho
"I heard you got into a big fight," you said looking him over, and he shrugged his shoulders. Yunho scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly.
"Well, it was a scuffle at most." He then stood up straight and stretched his arms above his head. "Nothing to worry about. Ateezwon, as always. It was mostly just to intimidate a few of the new gangs that've been springing up a lot these days…"
You looked at him, arms crossed over your chest, and asked softly, "Did you get hurt?" Yunho chuckled nervously again and averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his head.
"Me, hurt? Pfft, of course not! Everyone knows I don't go down without a good fight!" He laughed loudly and confidently, but that confident laugh was rather forced, and it was obvious enough that he was in fact hurt.
"Then let me see," you urged, moving closer to him, to examine him for any signs of injury. Yunho stepped away when you stepped towards him, though he kept up a strong, brave front with a nervous smile and a chuckle.
"Aah, come on now! There's really nothing to—!" But you kept approaching him, and it was obvious that you were not going to take no for an answer. With a reluctant sigh, he looked to the side with a pout, and rolled up one of his sleeves up. There are… many bruises and scrapes on his arms and hands.
You gazed at him, disappointed but not surprised, washing over you as you took in the sight of his injuries from the gang fight. Yet, despite the pain etched on his body, his smile remained radiant, lighting up the dim room. "And this?" you inquired, your finger gently pointing to his abdomen that reminded hidden under his shirt.
"I—!" He was about to protest, but knew that you didn't take no for an answer. So, like the big baby he is, Yunho grumbled and unbuttoned his shirt a little before pulling it up—showing another array of ugly bruises across his stomach. "See? I'm fine, alright?"
As your finger grazes the ugly bruise, he flinches, a soft gasp escaping his lips. In an instant, he captures your wrist, his grip firm yet playful, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "That hurts, you know!" Yunho pouted and whined like the baby he is again.
You can’t help but chuckle at the sight, the way his brows knit together in mock indignation, the corners of his mouth threatening to betray him with a smile. It’s a look that could melt the coldest of hearts, and you find yourself momentarily lost in the warmth of his gaze. The bruise, a dark splotch against his otherwise flawless skin, seems to tell a story of its own—one of reckless adventures and playful mishaps that only he could find himself in.
With a teasing reprimand, you arch an eyebrow and say, "And yet you’re skilled enough to avoid ending up like this." Your voice is light, laced with playful sarcasm. Yunho huffed at your comment and pouted like a child who had just been scolded. He quickly buttoned up his shirt and crossed his arms.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I just… got distracted, is all." He looked away with a pout, a light tinge of embarrassment on his cheeks.
"What were you thinking about?" He shrugged with a chuckle as he rolled down his sleeves.
"Nothing in particular…" Yunho shrugged indifferently, and leaned against the wall while stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Just the usual… the team, the town, you—" He shut his mouth quickly before he could let those words slip out properly, looking to the side again quickly, with a light flush to his cheeks. …Wait, what?
"You think about me?" You asked with a slight smirk on your lips. Dammit, you caught him. He did think about you a lot.
"I—!" Once again, he quickly averted his gaze, a blush quickly covering his cheeks. "I mean, I, uh—Who doesn't think about their friends?" That… was a very forced, very fake response, and even he realized that, if his avoiding your gaze was anything to go by.
"Enough to keep you from noticing an incoming fight?" you playfully challenged him. Yunho's lips formed a small pout as he shifted awkwardly.
"Maybe a little…" He looked around, embarrassed and sheepish. "You know, you're just— you're just always on my mind sometimes. You're just… distracting." He then crossed his arms again and mumbled again. "Very distracting."
"How so?"
"How so—?" He reapted before he gave a quick, disbelieving scoff and avoided your gaze. "Because— it's you. You're— you're always so warm, and kind, and gentle. Not to mention how… pretty you are—" He shut his mouth again, with his cheeks reddening even more. "A-and the way you— you— you care about me, and everyone, s-so much! I— I guess a part of me just—" He covered his face with his hands and sighed, taking a moment to collect his words. "A part of me always thinks and ponders about… you."
You looked at me with wide eyes, a delicate blush creeping across your cheeks as you whispered, "Do you really think I'm pretty?"
"Of— Of course I do!" Yunho sputtered, looking away quickly again, and even the tips of his ears were red. "I— I mean— come on, can you expect me to not think that? You— you're gorgeous, after all. Anyone with even, even half a working brain would think so."
"So, I distract you because I'm pretty?"
"It— Yes," He sighed like a lost puppy, burying his face in his hands again. "Yes, you do. Or— maybe you're always distracting me, I— Damnit, you're already distracting me now! Look at what you're doing to me!—"
"What am I doing?" You asked, feigning innocence. Yunho grumbled again and slowly looked up from his hands.
"Making me talk like an absolute mess! I already get stupid around you as it is, but you're really just…" He let out another sigh, and just silently admired your entire presence for a moment. "Just seeing you makes it hard for me to think straight sometimes."
He suddenly pushed himself off the counter, and started to approach you. That confident, friendly, charismatic personality was starting to melt away to be replaced by… shyness. Yunho stopped once he was a couple of steps away from you, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets again, with a flush to his cheeks. "You just… you just make me distracted, alright? Distracted and… stupid."
"Because why?" He sighed heavily at your question, a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice.
"Just— everything about you! The way you— the way you smile. The way you laugh. Your— your voice," He continued to approach you, slowly closing the distance, and the shyness in his voice was growing with each step. "The way you're so kind to everyone… the way you're so gentle. Hell… even the way you look now is distracting me. And you're not even saying anything!"
"It even— especially comes back when I'm in battles too. I— I'm supposed to be focused and intimidating, but— I get distracted by the memory of you, of your smile, your voice, and— and— I—" He stopped again, standing so close to you, his face flushed, and an embarrassed pout on his face. "And it's your fault."
"My fault? I didn't even do anything!"
"You— you just…" Yunho grumbled sheepishly, struggling to answer your question, before his pout grew even more. "You just exist, and that's enough to distract me! You're unfair, you know? Looking like that and being so kind, and cute… it's distracting!!—" Yunho huffed and placed a hand on the wall next to you, pinning you against it as he leaned down a bit, close to your face. "You're just… distracting. You're unfair. You just… you make me feel like a fool, because I…" He was suddenly at a loss for words, as he silently just… admired your face in the most intense way he could muster and when you looked up at him it only got worse.
Yunho froze for a brief moment, stunned by your appearance. Those… those beautiful eyes; the way your hair framed your face; the way your lips looked so perfect… It's unfair. It's unfair how much you captured his entire attention with your presence. It's unfair how perfect you looked, and it's unfair how… How much he liked you. "Unfair…" He whispered lowly.
Yunho exhaled shakily, as he couldn't seem to take his eyes off you. Not that he wanted to, either. His breath grew heavy, and a heavy blush stained his cheeks. It was a mixture of frustration, embarrassment, and a very intense feeling of want he just couldn't describe. He wanted to reach out and touch you. He wanted to hold you. And by god was it tempting.
Yunho's breath grew even heavier, and he clenched the fist of the hand next to you, as if holding onto the last bit of self-control he had left. He wanted to reach out for you. He wanted to hold you in his arms. To feel your presence and essence. But he knew he could not. Not yet at least. He could only just… stare. Admire your beauty. Think sinful thoughts. And it's killing him.
Yunho inhaled sharply when you leaned up, and for a brief moment, he closed his eyes, as he relished in your proximity. And then… He opened his eyes again, and without thinking, he gently took your chin in his hand, holding your face in his palm. His fingers lightly brushed against your skin, as he took in your every feature. He wanted you. So badly.
"Distracting," he whispered again, as his thumb grazed across your cheek. His entire mind was screaming for him to touch you. To explore each and every feature of your being, up close and personal. Yunho swallowed, and he leaned in closer, so close that his lips were mere inches from yours.
He could feel your warm breath against his lips, and god, did it take all his self control not to just lose his mind completely. "Distracting, distracting, distracting—" He repeated it over and over again like a mantra, as his other hand found its way next to your face, effectively trapping you between him, and the wall behind you. His heart was racing, and his breathing was heavy. He wanted you in his arms. He wanted to hold you. Devour you. Yunho’s eyes flicked from your eyes, and your lips. He wanted to feel them, just for once. Just one taste. To see how perfect they really were. His tongue came out and briefly licked his lips.
Yunho froze for a brief moment, taken completely off guard by the feeling of your lips against his. But once he registered your action, a low, guttural groan left his throat, and he leaned closer, completely trapping you between the wall and his chest. The hand on your chin moved to your hair, and he curled his fingers in it, holding you in place, almost desperately.
He was a starved man, finally having the chance to feast upon a delicious meal, and he wasn't going to let you go. Yunho greedily, and hungrily, returned the kiss in earnest. Pressing his body against you, pinning you back against the wall, he didn't want to let go. He craved you. He licked your lower lip gently, and once you opened your mouth a little, he wasted no time to explore it with his tongue, relishing on the sweet taste. Yunho was completely drunk the taste, smell, and feel of you, and god, he was completely addicted already.
His hands tightened their grip on your hair and on your waist, almost trying to pull you closer to him, to have more of you. It was unfair how much he relished the feeling of you. Your sounds, your smell, your beauty. You were just. So. Perfect.
Yeosang
Small specks of snow could be seen outside the car window where Yeosang seemed to have his attention focused on. Wooyoung had left you and Yeosang alone while he had to run an errand. At least at the time, you thought it would be a quick errand- The car was silent, the only sounds being you or Yeosang shifting in your seats. Wooyoung had been gone for 30 minutes and the snow was piling up outside though Yeosangdidn’t seem concerned.
Is he gonna stay silent the whole time or…?
The stillness stretches on, and you finally speak up, your voice a soft whisper, "He’s been in there forever."
Yeosang lets out a soft hum in agreement. His eyes stayed focus on the window, his cheek resting against the palm of his hand. He was used to long wait times, but it was more apparent that Wooyoung was taking longer than usual. His attention turned towards you and stayed that way, just watching you silently. He let his eyes roam around your form. Every expression you made. Every change in your body position. The way you mindlessly fidgeted with your fingers. The snow didn’t appear to be letting up any time soon either. His gaze was intense- as if he was analyzing you or seeing something that you couldn’t.
“…Can I ask you something?” He spoke quietly, but loud enough that you could clearly hear him. His eyebrows slightly furrowed as he continued to observe you. You gave a subtle nod. He sat up slightly and leaned in your direction a bit. He spoke with the same tone he spoke with before, just seeming slightly more serious. “Can I be blunt?”
"Sure."
“What do you think of me?” He asked, his head tilting curiously as his elegant eyes observed your reaction. His tone and facial expression remained neutral. If he was expecting a specific answer, you probably couldn’t tell just yet.
A warm flush spreads across your cheeks at his seemingly innocent question. "What do you mean?" you reply, wishing for a clearer answer before you risk embarrassing yourself. Wakasa slightly pursed his lips, studying your expression. Despite appearing calm, a small smirk was starting to form on his lips. He could already tell you were getting flustered.
He hummed softly again, slightly moving closer. He was now right next to you, your thighs just barely touching and his face just mere inches away. "You're avoiding the question."
"I’m not dodging it… I just need to clarify if you’re asking about me as a person overall or… well, you know…" Yeosang chuckled a bit, knowing exactly what you were talking about. However, he kept his face neutral, still waiting for an answer.
“Either works. I want your opinion on me in general and how you feel about me as a person. It’s all up to you, really.”
"I think you're pretty quiet…. And sometimes it's hard to tell what you're thinking for feeling." You answer, and Yeosang slowly nodded, absorbing your answer as a small smile appeared. He was still observing you closely, but was acting more relaxed.
“I can see that. I don’t exactly wear my emotions on my sleeve, so it’s easier to just put on a resting face.” He took note of your blush, the small smile on his face widening a bit.
"Why do you ask?" you inquire, your gaze locked on him.
“Curiosity, mostly.” He leaned in even closer, his face just a few inches away from your own. His hand slowly moved into your vision, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. “Though I think I’m getting a more honest answer with how red you’re getting.”
"What do you mean?" You feign innocence, but the flush in your cheeks reveals your genuine emotions, intensifying their color. His hand rested on your cheek, his thumb tracing over the redness with a soft touch. He smirked at your reaction, but still played innocent by pretending to not know what he meant.
“Oh come on, you can’t seriously think I don’t notice how much my being so close to you is making you flustered?” He laughed quietly, enjoying every bit of seeing you get so flustered. He didn’t think you could get cuter, but by the way you looked, he could’ve just proved himself wrong. “So, are you going to continue avoiding the question or are you gonna tell me what you think about me?”
"Fine… Maybe I'm a bit interesting," you replied, glancing away to escape his gaze. Yeosang raised an eyebrow curiously at your mumbled comment. He gently took your chin in between his fingers, making you look at him. He could see the way you struggled to maintain eye contact and it amused him greatly.
“What was that?”
"Maybe I find you interesting." Yeosang's smirk grew wide, his eyes practically glittering with mischief. He hummed softly, satisfied with your answer. He then leaned even closer to you, practically trapping you. His body being against yours, his hand still on your chin and his face just a couple inches away from yours. He slowly traced his thumb across your bottom lip, his expression almost hungry as he spoke up again.
“Be more specific. Interested about what exactly?”
"You." Yeosang's smirked widened even more. He was enjoying the way you looked flustered, the way you were struggling to look in his eyes. It was amusing how you were so shy around him. How you fidgeted and blushed so easily. It was cute how you struggled to say certain things. It was entertaining how shy and nervous you acted. He let out a quiet hum as he moved closer, his face nearly touching yours now. His body trapping you against the car seat, his hand on your chin, and voice quiet and deep.
The hand on your chin stayed where it was, but he was now speechless, shocked from your unexpected confession. “Is that so?” After a few moments, the previous smirk returned, wider this time. He chuckled, leaning his head closer until his forehead rested upon your own. His hand slowly moved to the back of your head, his slim fingers becoming woven into strands of hair. He pulled you closer until there was absolutely no space between the two of you. His lips hovered just an inch away from yours, just barely touching.
The smirk remained on his face as he finally closed the gap, fully capturing your lips. He pulled you further against his body to the point where there wasn’t any space left in between. His hand stayed on the back of your head, his grip firm as he held you in place. The kiss was slow and deep from start to finish, only breaking apart for a few seconds to catch your breath before starting up again. Yeosang seemed content and pleased with getting to finally kiss you, his grip on the back of your head still firm and the kiss remaining passionate. After a moment, he slowly pulled back, pausing to admire you and your expression as he did so. He chuckled quietly and gently caressed your cheek with his thumb, his smug smile still present on his face.
"Did that clear anything up for you?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You could only blink in astonishment, utterly taken aback by the unexpected twist. It left you breathless, revealing nothing more than the power he held over your heart.
San
"Oh, hey, Y/n." The shaggy, dark-haired mechanic greets you after hearing the bell to his shop ring. Seonghwa was a pretty cheerful guy, but when he saw you, it was obvious his whole world lit up at the mere sight of you. "What brings such a pretty face to my shop?" He chuckles as he takes another drag from his cigarette. Smooth. Real smooth.
"Looks like my tire is flat," you admitted, glancing at him with a hint of exasperation. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the pavement, and you could feel the weight of the day pressing down on you.
"Ah, your vehicle again, huh? That hunk of scrap metal you call 'a car.'" He teases you with a playful smirk as he leans against the counter. "I'm surprised the damn thing hasn't just fallen apart by now." He jokes, putting out his cigarette. He pushed off the counter and moved closer, the playful glint in his eyes making it clear he was enjoying this little moment. "Show me the tire," he said, his hands tucked into his pockets as he followed you. You could hear the soft crunch of gravel beneath your feet as you walked toward your car, the familiar sound somehow comforting amidst the frustration.
Upon reaching your car, he let out a low whistle, his gaze fixating on the deflated tire. "Wow, you really did a number on it," he murmured, crouching down to inspect the damage. His expression was a mix of concern and amusement, and you couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious under his scrutiny.
"It's not like I did it on purpose," you shot back, crossing your arms defensively. "I just hit a pothole, and boom—flat tire."
"I know, I know. Just giving you a hard time, princess," He jokes, looking up at you with a cheeky grin. He stands back up and brushes the dirt from his pants. "I can get you fixed up in no time, but you owe me something for saving your ass."
"What do you want? Money?"
"Nah, money doesn't work." He shakes his head and walks up to you, trapping you between him and the car. His arms on both sides of you, blocking you in. "I got something else in mind." He says lowly, a sly smile on his lips as his eyes are practically devouring you. "How about a simple favor, hm? Shouldn't be too much for a pretty girl like you, right?" He leans in closer, his face just inches from yours. You could feel his warm breath against your skin, and the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils. He was so close now that you could count each individual eyelash.
"What is it?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued about the favor he was about to request.
He brings a hand to your chin, tilting your face up towards his. His thumb gently brushes your lips as he gazes into your eyes, his intense gaze almost hypnotizing."Let me take you out, on a date." His words were more of a statement than a question, and his voice was low and demanding. He was dead serious.
"A date?" you inquired, warmth creeping into your cheeks.
He notices the way you blush and grins, his thumb moving from your chin to gently caress your cheek. He lets out a low hum of approval, enjoying the effect he was having on you. "Yeah, a date. What, do you not want to go out with me?" He teases, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He knew the answer to his question already.
"No! I mean, it's not that, it's just… I'm surprised is all…" You mumbled in response. He chuckles lightly at your reaction, his hand still gently cupping your cheek. His thumb continues to stroke your skin, almost like he couldn't get enough of the feel of you under his touch.
"You're surprised? What, a pretty girl like you hasn't had guys ask you out before?" He teases again, his voice dropping an octave lower as he leaned in even closer, his body now pressed against yours.
"I honestly didn't expect you to be interested," you admitted, your heart racing at the closeness between you.
He raises an eyebrow at your statement and tilts his head slightly to the side. His hand drops from your cheek, instead coming to rest on the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him. You could now feel his body fully against yours, and the heat emanating off him was intoxicating. "You didn't?" He laughs lightly, his other hand coming up to run through your hair as he gazes into your eyes with an intense look. "How could I not be interested in a beautiful girl like you?"
He leans in even closer, his lips now just inches from yours. His warm breath brushes against your skin as his voice drops to a low, seductive whisper. "Have you really not noticed the way I've been staring at you since the day we met?" He cups your face with both hands now, his eyes never leaving yours as he speaks. "I've wanted you for so long."
He grins, loving the fact that you are so unaware of his attraction to you. His hands grip your hips now, pulling you flush against him. His body is pressed completely against yours, and you can feel the hardness of his muscles through his clothes. He doesn't waste another second at the word from your lips. He presses his lips to yours in a rough, demanding kiss. It's like a dam has been broken between the two of you. All of the tension and desire that had been building between you finally comes to the surface.
His tongue invades your mouth, taking possession of you. His hands roam over your body, not hesitating to explore every inch of you. He pushes you back against the car, pinning you between the vehicle and his body. He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a greedy, almost desperate intensity. He moves his hands to your thighs, hoisting you up onto the hood of the car without breaking the kiss.
He steps between your legs, pressing his body closer to you. You could feel the hardness of his arousal against you as he continues to devour your mouth. His hands are now under your shirt, his fingers tracing over the smooth skin of your stomach and ribs. He breaks the kiss, reluctantly pulling his lips away from yours. His breathing is ragged and his eyes are dark with lust. He looks down at you, his hands still exploring your body as he speaks. "God, you see what you do to me?"
He brings one hand up to your chin, tilting your head slightly to the side as he begins to kiss and nip at your neck. "Say yes to the date, princess," he murmurs against your skin, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.
"Alright," you reply, breathless.
Mingi
Mingi continues to flaunt himself in the districts of KQ, of course, everyone fears him, he's one of the tallest of the Ateez gang after all, they're charismatic too. But in every ooze of his charisma, there will be someone that will never get swayed by how charming he looks, or how scary he is. And that's you on the side, sitting on a bench as people come and pass over you, your expression was calm and proper, something that Mingi seemed to be interested in, knowing well that people here in KQ can be savages.
"Seems like there's a lost person here," he approaches you, seemingly giving you a friendly smile. "What's your name, stranger?"
"Y/n," You answer, unaware of who you were talking to. Mingi hums and nods when he heard you respond with your name. It was a pretty one, almost as pretty as you he though. He then sat down beside you, of course he was close to you when he did, being completely comfortable.
"Pretty name, you really are different," he responds, eyes darting all over your form, studying you with interest. "And how did you end up here in KQ? Someone as delicate as you shouldn't be in places as dangerous as this."
"I got off on the wrong stop… so I'm stuck waiting for the next bus." Mingi lets out a chuckle, clearly amused that you got off on the wrong stop and ended up in a place like KQ. He had to admit that it was a bit funny, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel concerned.
"Well, you're a bit unfortunate, huh?" he comments with a smirk. "I don't think the buses are coming here anytime soon. KQ isn't the safest place to be stranded in, especially for someone as soft as you."
"Is that so?" you inquired, a hint of anxiety creeping into your voice as your gaze flitted nervously across the surrounding streets. Mingi nods, his expression turning a bit more serious as he senses your nervousness.
"Yeah, really," he responds, letting out a sigh. "KQis a hot spot for yakuza and other dangerous individuals."He turns his gaze to you, his eyes showing a hint of concern. "It's not safe for someone like you to be alone here, sweetheart."
"Well… I'm not exactly alone am I?" Ran chuckles, amused by your statement. "I suppose you're right, I'm here after all." he says, the smirk returning on his face.
"But you're still a small and defenseless thing here in Roppongi, easy prey to preying eyes." Mingi leans in a bit closer to you, his eyes studying you intensely. "You're lucky I found you first before anyone else did," he muses, his tone slightly flirtatious. He then continues, his voice a little lower and more seductive. "I can't help but find myself drawn to you, you've captured my attention, and that's saying something because I don't usually find myself interested in much."
"I'm really not that interesting," You said with a slight flush to your cheeks. Mingi lets out a small scoff, clearly not agreeing with your statement.
"You think that, huh?" he says, a smirk on his face. "But I beg to differ." He then moves even closer to you, closing the gap between the two of you, his gaze still trained on you, studying your every move. "You may think you're not interesting, but I disagree. In fact, I find you extremely captivating."
Mingi returns your gaze, his eyes fixated on yours. His smirk turns into a subtle smile, his eyes showing a hint of curiosity and intrigue. "You really do have such a pretty face," he muses, his voice a low, husky tone. "It's no wonder I can't seem to look away." Mingi brings his hand up, lightly tracing his fingers along your jawline, the touch gentle but firm. "You're something special," he says softly, his gaze still locked on yours. "And I can't help but want to know more about you."
He then withdraws his hand, but still keeps his face close to yours. "You've got me hooked, sweetheart," he murmurs, the smirk returning on his face once again. "I can't seem to get you off my mind, even if I wanted to." Mingi notices the blush on your cheeks, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh, you're blushing now, huh?" he teases, his voice laced with amusement. "That's adorable as hell."
He then leans even closer, his face almost touching yours. "And it just makes me want to tease you some more," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. Mingismirks at your question, his eyes gleaming with mischievousness. "By doing this," he responds, his voice low and seductive. He then gently trails his finger down the side of your face, his touch feather-light. He then leans in even closer, his face mere millimeters from yours, his breath ghosting over your skin. "But I'll be gentle, unless you say otherwise, that is," he whispers, the smirk still present on his face.
Mingi's gaze becomes more intense, his eyes darkening with something unreadable. "Or…do you like a bit of danger, hmmm?" he wonders, his voice dripping with seductive intent. "Is that it, sweetheart? You like a bit of a thrill?" Mingi smirks when you lean in toward him, his eyes flickering with interest and anticipation. He brings his face even closer to Yours, your lips almost touching. "Oh, so you do like a bit of danger, huh?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You're not as innocent as I thought you were, sweetheart."
He then brings his hand to the back of your head, slightly tangling his fingers in your hair. "I have to say, this side of you is even more captivating than I imagined," he continues, his breath hot against your skin. He leans in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "But be careful, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice a low growl. "Playing with fire can be dangerous, especially when the flames are this enticing."
Mingi is slightly taken aback when your lips find his, but quickly regains his composure and responds with a smirk. The hand on the back of your head tightens its grip, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss, his tongue caressing yours in a gentle yet possessive manner. He presses you closer to him, his other arm wrapping around your waist, holding you in a firm but not uncomfortable grip. Mingi lets out a soft groan against your lips, the kiss growing more intense and passionate. He finally breaks the kiss, pulling back slightly to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling as he looks at you. His eyes are darkened with a mixture of desire and hunger. "That was unexpected," he manages to say, his voice slightly hoarse. "And I have to say, I like it."
Wooyoung
"Tch, you cold or something?" Wooyoung approached with a nearly flawless poker face, yet a hint of mischief danced in his captivating brown eyes. The way he leaned slightly to one side, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jacket, made it hard to ignore the playful energy radiating from him. "Need my jacket or something?" he added, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, the corners of his mouth lifting in that signature way that always made your heart skip a beat. Teasing was his specialty, after all.
"Were you waiting for me?" You asked.
"…Perhaps," he replies back, that smirk growing bit by bit, now looking more mischievous. He was in a good mood, obviously. "Couldn't help staring at those shivering shoulders of yours," Wooyoung teases. With a casual grace that seems effortless, he sheds his jacket, the fabric sliding off his shoulders with a fluid motion. The sleek black biker jacket catches the light, its leather glinting with a rebellious charm as he steps toward you, each stride purposeful and confident. As he reaches you, he drapes the jacket over your shoulders, the weight of it enveloping you in warmth and a sense of security. The scent of him—leather, a hint of cologne, and something uniquely his—wraps around you, making your heart race.
"There. That will help keep ya warm," he murmurs, his voice a smooth caress that sends a shiver down your spine. He adjusts the fabric, his hands lingering on your shoulders just a moment too long, igniting a spark between you that crackles with unspoken tension. The world around you fades, and in that intimate space, it feels as if time has paused, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment that is both electric and tender.
He lets out another low hum, now letting his hands drop to rest on your arms. The smirk on his face becomes a bit lopsided when he speaks again. "You look a lot better with my jacket on you."
You let out a soft chuckle at his words. "What are you really doing here, Wooyoung?" you asked him. Wooyoung quirks a single eyebrow, the smirk on his face dropping as he studies your expression. He was expecting the question, that’s exactly why he’s being careful with his words right now.
"Can’t I come to see you," he replies back smoothly, stepping a smidge closer, just enough that he is almost in your personal space. Your bodies just barely graze.
"I mean… you can. It's just pretty late," You replied.
'Ah, of course you wouldn’t buy that excuse.' He thought.
He let out a soft hum, a sound that seemed to resonate with the tension between you. You could feel the weight of his contemplation, the way he was weighing his next words with care. “So…” he began, stepping closer, invading your personal space with an intensity that made your heart race. The air around you felt charged, electric, as if the very atmosphere was holding its breath in anticipation.
Wooyoung was just a couple of inches taller than you, so he was now just a bit looming over you. His eyes were now studying your face for any sort of reaction. One of his hands moved up, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head up so you were looking directly at him instead of just his chest. "Can’t I just come to see you at night?" He murmurs, his voice getting quieter as his lips curl into that smirk again.
"You were waiting outside my place of work," you pointed out. Wooyoung hums in a confirming tone, his free hand now slowly moving to wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer, now making your bodies flush against each other. "Yeah.." he murmurs, his smirk slightly stretching into a wolfish smile, his voice going quiet. He was now basically whispering, his lips only being a few inches away from yours.
With both of his hands now around your waist, Wooyoung uses the leverage to lean in just a bit more, his face being now so close to yours that you can feel his breath on your skin. His smirk stretches into a crooked smile again as he speaks, his lips almost brushing against yours as he does so. "Is this not enough of a reason to come see you?” The question hangs in the air, laced with a playful challenge that makes your breath hitch.
“Maybe it is,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, emboldened by the closeness. He is now practically towering over you while still holding you close to him, one of his hands on your back while the other is still on your waist. Despite his height and demeanor, he is being very gentle, as if he was almost afraid to break you. One of his fingers is now slowly and gingerly tracing over the skin of your jaw, just barely touching it. He is watching you, seeing how you react to him being this close and touching you like this.
The smirk on his face grows back into a smug smile as he hears your response, his head tilting just a little to the side as he hums in a pleased manner. "Good." He murmurs, now leaning in slightly, his nose gently brushing up against your face, as if he was looking for something he could not find. "Because I’ll come to see you as much as I want," he whispers, his voice so quiet it almost sounds like he’s mumbling.
Wooyoung's body stiffens in a mixture of surprise and shock as you suddenly kiss him, freezing in place for a brief moment. But right after, his grip on your waist tightens, pulling your bodies even more closer together as he lets out a low, quiet hum. A few seconds pass before he leans in more, his lips hungrily returning the kiss. His other hand that’s on your back now moves a bit higher, pulling you up against him as he deepens the kiss.
His body is pressed right against yours as they continue to kiss, his hands gripping you even tighter than before, as if he was afraid to lose that close contact. He was slowly walking you backwards, moving you and himself backwards until you run into the nearest wall, effectively pinning you against it as he continues to kiss you. Eventually he pulls away for a few moments, his breaths coming out in a little bit harsher pants than before. He is still leaned over you, pinning you against the wall as he gazes down at you, lilac eyes darkened with a hint of a desire he hadn’t felt in a long time.
"Damn you," he grumbles lowly, his voice rough. "That's why I keep coming back."
Jongho
Not many people could have run ins with Jongho and live to tell the tale- maybe you were special or just a stroke of luck. Your presence was refreshing, you didn’t try and change him like all the other self righteous annoyances did. This was a dangerous game you were playing- getting to know the Mad Dog of Ateez. And yet despite this, Jongho couldn’t tell if he wanted to murder or love you. He hated when he couldn’t understand his emotions.
"I didn't expect to run into you here," your voice cutting through the lively chatter and pulsating beats of the club. Jongho chuckled quietly, leaning against the wall as he watched you. You had gotten his attention, and he felt his head tilting to the side as he observed you with a careful eye. The man took a drag of his cigarette, blowing a trail of smoke out of his pierced lips before speaking, his voice coming out deep and laced with a hint of curiosity.
“And I didn’t expect to see you here. How lucky for me.”
"Lucky?" You asked with a slight smile. Jongho chuckled once more, the corner of his lip curling upwards into a sly smirk as he pushed off of the wall. Taking slow and deliberate steps until he was standing in front of you, towering over you and staring down. He bent down slightly to catch your eye, tilting his head to the side as he narrowed his gaze.
“Of course. You’re a breath of fresh air compared to the other women who follow me around. Jongho took another drag of his cigarette then blew the acrid smoke out the corner of his mouth, the smoke circling you as he studied your face. “No other woman makes my heart pound like you do when I look at you.” He muttered to himself, so low that you couldn't really hear it.
"Did you come here by yourself tonight?" you inquired, a smile dancing on your lips as you looked at him. Jongho shrugged, shoving his unoccupied hand into the pocket of his trousers. He continued to shamelessly stare down at you as he spoke, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“Yeah. Got bored in that stupid office all the time. Needed some fresh air.” He looked you up and down once before speaking again. “And what about you?”
"I arrived with a couple of friends," you answered, feeling the warmth of Jongho's gaze. Jongho hummed, the corner of his lip curling upwards into yet another smirk. The man placed the cigarette between his lips before speaking again, his eyes never leaving yours.
“And where are these friends of yours?” Jongho glanced around the club, noticing the lack of people around. Seemed like you were the only two here that knew each other. He chuckled, looking back down at you and locking eyes. “Looks like we’re all alone.”
It seemed as though the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you in this close-knit moment. Meeting his eyes, you responded gently, "I guess that's right." Jongho chuckled under his breath, his smirk growing wider. He took a drag from his cigarette and blew another cloud of smoke before taking a few, deliberate steps forward. Closing the small yet noticeable distance between you and him.
“Seems like my lucky day then.” Jongho slowly reached his unoccupied hand towards you and gently tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear, his smirk never leaving his lips as he spoke. “I got to bump into you- a beautiful woman, if I do say so myself- all alone with me, with your friends nowhere in sight to distract either of us.” Jongho's voice was laced with a hint of playfulness and maybe a hint of desire, he wasn’t entirely sure. He took a small step even closer, closing the gap now so that he was now only a few inches away from your body.
“No distractions. Just you and me.” Jongho took his time in admiring you. The way your hair framed your face, the curve of your body, the way your eyes held an innocent quality to them. Every detail only seemed to make the man desire you even more, and Jongho couldn’t help himself as he reached his other hand up to gently cup your chin and tilting your head up slightly, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Just so very, very lucky.”
Jongho gently stroked his thumb along your bottom lip, the look in his mismatched eyes growing darker as they stared into yours. A look of desire flashed through his eyes, and it took a lot for Jongho to not give in to the overwhelming emotions swirling through him. “You’re so very beautiful, you know that? You make it so hard to hold back.”
Jongho leaned down, so his face was now hovering mere inches from yours. He was fighting the growing desire to touch you, to take you right then and there. “Everything about you…. Makes my heart go crazy. The way you look, the way you speak. I’m addicted to you. It’s driving me crazy.” Jongho chuckled quietly and gently pulled your face even closer to his. His breath faintly tickled your skin, and the scent of cigarettes and alcohol could faintly be picked up. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? You drive me insane. I want you. And if I wasn’t so damn restrained, I’d have you right here, right now.”
His eyes glanced down towards your lips, the temptation to just grab you and kiss you hard right then and there becoming stronger and stronger. Jongho's breathing became a bit ragged, and it was taking everything in his power to keep his cool. He leaned even closer, whispering into your ear in a deep, needy tone. “Tell me. Do you like me? Even an inch? Do you want me as badly as I want you?”
"I do," you murmured gently, a delightful blush blooming on your cheeks. A visible shiver ran throughout Jongho's body as you spoke those words, and suddenly his composure vanished. He gripped your chin a bit more harshly, the other hand that was on your face sliding down to your waist.
“Say it again. Look into my eyes, and say it again.”
You lift your eyes to meet his, the connection between you undeniable. "I do, Jongho," you whisper softly.Jongho's eyes darkened even more, and he practically let out a sharp exhale of breath. Those three words was all it took for Sanzu to give in to his desires.
“Good girl.” His grip on your chin and your waist grew even tighter, and Jongho's control and restraint was quickly vanishing. Jongho completely lost himself as he pressed his lips to yours, a deep groan escaped him as he pulled you closer to him to deepen the kiss. His tongue gently pushed your lips apart, and he eagerly explored your mouth while both of his hands now gripped your waist, holding you hard against him.
Jongho's desire for you grew more and more intense, and he could already feel himself grow impatient. He had to fight the urge to just pick you up, pin you against the nearest flat surface, and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. Instead, he continued to kiss you roughly as his hands wandered, feeling up your figure and body. Jongho hands began to grow greedy as they roamed, and before you knew it, his hand slide up under your shirt and touched the skin of your waist. Feeling the softness of your skin and how you trembled slightly beneath his calloused hands only made Jongho even more desperate.
Pairing: Ateez x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 5.5k
Summary: The boy's reaction to you talking negatively about yourself
Hongjoong
In the confines of his studio, you were perched on the plush couch, surrounded by scattered makeup brushes and palettes, meticulously applying your makeup while he immersed himself in crafting a new track. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the keyboard harmonized with the gentle hum of the equipment, creating a soundtrack that was uniquely his. As you focused on perfecting your eyeliner, a wave of frustration washed over you, prompting you to let out a soft sigh. The sound caught Hongjoong's attention, and he removed one headphone, though his focus remained steadfast on his work. He was in his element, but the connection between you was palpable, a silent understanding that transcended words.
Another sigh escaped your lips, this one heavier, accompanied by a self-critical remark about your appearance. "Why do I look like this?" You glanced at your reflection in the small mirror, feeling the weight of your insecurities. The moment hung in the air, and you could sense his curiosity piqued as he swiveled in his chair to face you. His gaze swept over you, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes, as if he were trying to decipher the source of your discontent.
"What do you mean?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern. The question hung between you, and a blush crept across your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. You hesitated, searching for the right words, but they felt trapped in your throat.
"I look so… bad," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. In a moment of self-doubt, you hastily began erasing the makeup you had just applied, feeling as though you were trying to wipe away the very essence of your confidence.
His annoyance flared at your words, and you could see the protective warmth in his gaze intensify. "Don't talk about my girlfriend like that," he admonished gently, his tone firm yet tender. The way he said it made your heart flutter, a reminder that he saw beauty in you that you often overlooked.
He stood up from his chair, crossing the distance between you with purposeful strides. Kneeling beside the couch, he took your hands in his, his touch grounding and reassuring. "You are beautiful, just the way you are," he insisted, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. The space between you felt charged, filled with unspoken words and emotions. He reached out, gently taking the makeup remover from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Let me show you," he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. He gestured for you to sit back, and you complied, feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement. As he took a seat beside you, the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, grounding you in the moment.
With careful precision, he delicately wiped away the makeup you had put all over your skin. His touch was gentle, almost reverent as if he were revealing a masterpiece underneath the layers of makeup. As he continued to work, you found yourself relaxing, the tension in your shoulders easing. The way he focused on you, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration, made you feel cherished, as if you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.
"See?" he said, a playful smile breaking through as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. "You’re already looking better." You caught a glimpse of your reflection and couldn’t help but smile, your face bare, every mark visable.
"You really think so?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief but laced with hope.
"Absolutely," he replied, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. "You’re stunning, and I want you to see that too." His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, and for the first time that evening, you felt a flicker of confidence ignite within you. The insecurities that had plagued you began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of belonging and acceptance.
Seonghwa
Seonghwa's heart sank at the sound of your self-deprecating words, "I'm ugly." The weight of your statement hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. After spending the last half hour trying on various outfits (to him, each one more beautiful than the last) you still felt a wave of insecurity wash over you, especially with a night out with friends approaching. The mirror reflected not just your image but also the turmoil within you, the doubts that clouded your mind and dimmed your spirit.
To him, your beauty was undeniable, a radiant light that shone brightly even in the darkest of moments. He had watched you transform in front of the mirror, each outfit accentuating your figure, each accessory adding a touch of flair. Yet, despite the stunning reflection staring back at you, you remained blind to it, fixated instead on the flaws you believed you saw. Seonghwa felt a pang of anguish at the sight of your frown, the way your shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world rested upon them. It pained him deeply to witness you doubt yourself, to see the sparkle in your eyes dimmed by insecurity.
Unable to bear the sight any longer, he rose from his seat, his heart racing with a mix of determination and tenderness. He approached you slowly, as if afraid to startle you, and without a word, he enveloped you in a warm embrace. The world outside faded away as he held you close, his chin resting gently on your shoulder. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to shield you from your own harsh judgments, to remind you of the beauty he saw so clearly.
As he gazed at your reflection in the mirror, he whispered softly, "You are so beautiful, you know that?" His voice was a soothing balm, meant to penetrate the walls of self-doubt that surrounded you. He could see the way your eyes flickered with uncertainty, but he hoped that his presence would help you see what he saw—a stunning, vibrant person who deserved to feel confident and loved.
"Look at yourself," he urged gently, his fingers brushing a stray hair behind your ear. "You light up the room, and anyone who can't see that is blind." He tightened his grip slightly, as if to anchor you in the moment, to remind you that you were not alone in this battle against your insecurities. "You are not just beautiful on the outside; your heart, your kindness, your laughter—those are what truly make you shine."
He stepped back slightly, still holding your shoulders, encouraging you to meet his gaze. "I know it’s hard to see it right now, but you have to believe me. You are so much more than the insecurities that cloud your mind. You are unique, and that uniqueness is what makes you beautiful. The world needs more of that light, and I need it too."
You looked into his eyes, searching for the truth in his words. The sincerity in his gaze was unwavering, and for a moment, the storm of self-doubt began to quiet. Seonghwa continued, his voice steady and filled with affection, "Every time I see you, I’m reminded of how lucky I am to know you. You have this incredible ability to make everyone around you feel special, and yet you don’t see how special you are yourself."
He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts, wanting to convey everything he felt. "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, just for a moment. You would see the beauty that I see—the way your smile lights up your face, the way your laughter is contagious, and how your heart is so full of love and compassion. You are not ugly; you are a masterpiece, and it breaks my heart to see you not recognize that."
As he spoke, he could see the tension in your shoulders begin to ease, the frown on your face softening. He gently squeezed your shoulders, hoping to instill a sense of strength within you. "You are worthy of love and admiration, not just from others but from yourself too. Please, promise me you’ll try to be kinder to yourself. You deserve it."
"Let’s go out on a date tonight instead, and I want you to wear whatever makes you feel good. I’ll be right by your side, cheering you on. You are going to shine, and I can’t wait to see it." With a small, hesitant nod, you finally allowed a flicker of hope to break through the clouds of doubt. Seonghwa smiled, a warm and encouraging smile that reached his eyes.
Yunho
As you gazed into the bathroom mirror, a soft sigh escaped your lips, "I look so unattractive," you murmured, taking in the reflection in the new bathing suit. The fabric clung to your skin in a way that felt foreign, and the bright colors seemed to highlight every insecurity you had. You turned slightly to the side, scrutinizing the way the suit fit, wishing for a different silhouette, a different body. Just then, as if sensing your self-doubt, Yunho burst into the room, startling you.
His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you could see the concern etched across his features. He quickly approached you, his voice filled with warmth and urgency. "What are you saying, love?" he asked, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your heart race. You felt a blush creep across your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and something else—something that made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t expected.
"You are absolutely stunning," he declared, his voice steady and sincere. The way he looked at you, as if you were the most beautiful person in the world, made your insecurities waver. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you into him, his warmth enveloping you like a comforting embrace. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest, and for a moment, the world outside faded away.
You searched his eyes, looking for any hint of insincerity, but all you found was genuine admiration. The way he spoke made you feel like you were the only person in the room, the only one that mattered. "But I just—" you started, but he shook his head gently, silencing your doubts.
"Stop right there," he said, his tone firm yet tender. "You are beautiful, inside and out. I love you just the way you are." His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and you felt the weight of your self-criticism begin to lift. "You have to believe me. You deserve to see yourself the way I see you."
You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. It was hard to reconcile the image you had of yourself with the way he saw you. You had spent so long focusing on your flaws, on the things you wished you could change, that it felt almost impossible to accept his praise. But there was something in his gaze, a sincerity that made you want to believe him.
"Yunho," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "I just don’t see it. I feel so… exposed in this." You gestured to the bathing suit, the vibrant colors and snug fit feeling like a spotlight on every insecurity you harbored. "What if everyone else sees what I see?"
He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "That’s the thing, love. They won’t. They’ll see you—the real you. The you that lights up a room, that makes people smile just by being there. This suit? It’s just fabric. It doesn’t define you. You define you."
His words wrapped around you, soothing the jagged edges of your self-doubt. You took a deep breath, letting his warmth seep into your bones. "But what if I don’t feel that way?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.
"Then let me help you," he replied, his tone earnest. "Let me remind you every day how incredible you are. You don’t have to do this alone." He stepped back slightly, giving you space to breathe, but his hands remained on your waist, grounding you. "You are so much more than what you see in the mirror. You are strong, kind, and beautiful in ways that go beyond appearance."
You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his sincerity. "Yunho, I—" you started, but he interrupted you again, this time with a gentle finger pressed to your lips.
"Just listen," he said softly. "I know it’s hard to see yourself through my eyes, but I promise you, if you let me, I can help you find that beauty within yourself. It’s there, waiting to be discovered."
Yeosang
Yeosang hears you whisper your insecurities, the soft, trembling words that spill from your lips like fragile petals falling from a wilting flower. You call yourself ugly, your voice barely above a murmur, laced with a vulnerability that tugs at his heart. It pains him to hear you speak so harshly about yourself, to see the way your shoulders slump under the weight of self-doubt.
With a gentle smile that radiates warmth, he leans closer, closing the distance between you. His eyes, bright and sparkling with sincerity, hold a depth of understanding that makes you feel seen in a way you never thought possible. In that moment, the world around you fades, and it’s just the two of you, suspended in a bubble of connection.
“Listen to me,” he says softly, his voice a soothing balm against your inner turmoil. “You are beautiful in every way that matters.” His words are not mere platitudes; they are a heartfelt declaration infused with the kind of truth that can only come from someone who truly cares.
He takes a moment to let his gaze linger on your features, as if memorizing every detail—the curve of your smile, the way your eyes light up when you talk about your passions, the unique quirks that make you who you are. “Beauty isn’t just about what you see in the mirror,” he continues, his tone earnest. “It’s about the light you bring into the world, the kindness you show to others, and the strength you carry within you.”
As he speaks, you can feel the warmth of his presence wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. The sincerity in his eyes reflects a truth you’ve struggled to accept: that beauty is multifaceted, and it radiates from within. You find yourself leaning into his words, allowing them to seep into the cracks of your self-doubt, slowly mending the fragile pieces of your self-image.
“Every scar, every flaw, every part of you tells a story,” he adds, his voice steady and reassuring. “And those stories are what make you uniquely you. You are not just beautiful; you are extraordinary.”
He pauses, allowing his words to settle in the air between you, creating a space where your insecurities can begin to dissolve. “Think about it,” he urges gently, his eyes never leaving yours. “The way you laugh, the way you care for those around you, the passion that ignites when you talk about what you love—those are the things that truly define your beauty.”
You can feel the tension in your shoulders begin to ease, the weight of self-criticism lifting ever so slightly. His unwavering gaze holds you captive, and for the first time in a long while, you feel a flicker of hope igniting within you. It’s as if he’s shining a light into the darkest corners of your mind, illuminating the shadows of doubt that have lingered for far too long.
“Remember,” he continues, his voice a gentle caress, “the world is full of people who will try to define you by their standards, but you are the one who gets to decide who you are. Embrace every part of yourself, even the parts you think are flawed. They are what make you real, and real is beautiful.”
His words resonate deep within you, echoing in the chambers of your heart. You can feel the warmth of his belief in you wrapping around you like a soft blanket, comforting and reassuring. It’s a stark contrast to the harshness of your own inner dialogue, and you find yourself wanting to believe him, to trust in the truth he sees.
“Let go of the need for perfection,” he whispers, his voice low and intimate. “Perfection is an illusion, a fleeting moment that doesn’t exist in the real world. What matters is authenticity, the courage to be yourself, flaws and all. That’s where true beauty lies.”
"Also… for the record… You are the most beautiful person I've ever met." As he speaks, you can feel the walls you’ve built around your heart beginning to crumble. The vulnerability you’ve held onto for so long starts to transform into a sense of liberation. You realize that perhaps, just perhaps, you are worthy of love and acceptance, not just from others, but from yourself.
San
As you gazed into the mirror, frustration bubbled up within you. "I look terrible," you sighed, unaware of the turmoil your words stirred in San's heart. He sank to his knees, a pained expression crossing his face as he clutched his chest, prompting you to rush to his side, concern etched on your features. "San?" you murmured, resting a gentle hand on his arm. "Are you alright?"
His eyes met yours, filled with sincerity, and for a moment, the world around you faded away. "Hearing you say that hurts me, baby," he replied, his voice low and earnest. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his theatrics, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the heaviness in the air. "You're just being dramatic," you teased, trying to lighten the mood, but he shook his head, determination blazing in his gaze.
"If you think you look bad, then I’m failing as your boyfriend!" he declared, his voice rising slightly, a mix of frustration and passion. The intensity of his words caught you off guard, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. You knelt beside him, your heart softening at the sight of his earnest expression.
"You’re beautiful, inside and out, and I can’t stand to see you doubt that," he insisted, his voice steady despite the emotion swirling within him. The sincerity in his tone made your heart flutter, and you felt a rush of affection for him.
It was as if the weight of your self-doubt began to lift, replaced by the glow of his unwavering belief in you. "You really mean that?" you asked, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity, but all you found was a deep well of affection.
"More than anything," he replied, his voice steady and sincere. "You have this incredible light that shines from within, and it breaks my heart to see you not recognize it." He reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt a sense of safety in his presence.
"You see me," you whispered, the realization dawning on you. "You see me in a way I can’t see myself."
"Exactly," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "And I want you to see that too. You’re not just beautiful on the outside; it’s your kindness, your laughter, the way you care for others that makes you truly stunning."
His words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you felt the corners of your mouth lift into a genuine smile. "You always know what to say to make me feel better," you admitted, your heart swelling with gratitude.
"That’s my job," he said with a playful grin, his earlier anguish replaced by a spark of mischief. "To remind you how amazing you are, even on your worst days."
You chuckled softly, the tension in the room dissipating as you leaned into his touch. "Okay, okay, I’ll try to be a little kinder to myself," you conceded, your voice lightening. "But only if you promise to stop dropping to your knees like I’ve just declared the end of the world."
San laughed, the sound bright and infectious. "Deal! But only if you promise to believe me when I say you’re beautiful."
You nodded, feeling a newfound sense of resolve. "I promise."
With that, he pulled you into a warm embrace, and you melted against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear. In that moment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could start to see yourself through his eyes. And as you held onto him, you felt a flicker of hope ignite within you, a promise of self-acceptance waiting to bloom.
Mingi
Mingi radiated an irresistible charm, his striking looks paired with an aura of confidence that captivated everyone in the room. His dark hair fell perfectly into place, framing a face that seemed to be sculpted by the hands of a master artist. The way he moved, with an effortless grace, drew the eyes of everyone around him, and his laughter rang out like music, infectious and warm. In stark contrast, you felt a wave of insecurity wash over you, especially in the snug, short dress that had once made you feel beautiful. The fabric clung to your curves, but now it felt like a spotlight, highlighting every perceived flaw. Just moments ago, in the comfort of your apartment, Mingi's words filled you with a sense of confidence, and his compliments made you feel seen and appreciated. But now, surrounded by the vibrant energy of the club, with its pulsating lights and thumping bass, you longed to fade into the shadows to escape the scrutiny of the crowd.
The laughter and chatter of partygoers swirled around you, a cacophony of voices that only amplified your feelings of inadequacy. You could see Mingi across the room, effortlessly engaging with a group of friends, his smile bright and genuine. It was as if he belonged to this world, while you felt like an outsider, a mere observer in a scene that felt too grand for you. The confidence that had once buoyed your spirits now felt like a distant memory, replaced by a gnawing sense of self-doubt that clung to you like a second skin.
Seeking solace, you slipped away to the bathroom, hoping for a moment of reprieve from the overwhelming self-doubt. The moment you stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. The bathroom was dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights casting a soft glow on the tiled walls. You leaned against the cool sink, taking a deep breath as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back at you wore a mask of uncertainty, her eyes betraying the turmoil within. You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to smooth down the strands that had begun to frizz in the humidity of the club, and took a moment to collect your thoughts.
The bathroom door swung open, startling you as you turned to find your boyfriend standing there, his gaze warm and inviting. He stepped closer, his presence enveloping you in a comforting warmth. His hands found their way to your waist, fingers splayed possessively, yet tenderly, as if he were afraid you might slip away. The sound of the latch clicking shut felt like a promise of privacy, a moment just for the two of you. "What are you doing in here, beautiful?" he asked, his voice low and soothing, a melody that wrapped around your heart. For a fleeting moment, you considered fabricating a response, conjuring up a lighthearted excuse to mask the vulnerability that bubbled beneath the surface. But as you looked into his eyes, you realized he could see right through you, the depth of his understanding disarming.
"I just feel so… unattractive," you admitted, the words tumbling out before you could catch them. The confession hung in the air, heavy and raw, and he paused, his expression shifting to one of disbelief mixed with concern.
"You… unattractive?" he echoed, his brow furrowing slightly as if he were trying to comprehend the very idea. You nodded, feeling exposed under his scrutiny, the weight of your insecurities pressing down on you. "But babe, you are stunning," he replied, his voice firm yet gentle, as if he were trying to convince not just you, but also himself. His grip tightened around your hips, anchoring you in his unwavering affection as if to remind you that you were safe here, in this moment, with him. The sincerity in his eyes made your heart flutter, and you felt a warmth spread through you, battling the chill of self-doubt.
"But I—" you began, your voice trailing off as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
"Stunning, babe," he insisted, his eyes sparkling with admiration as they roamed over your reflection.
"My hair is—" you tried to protest, running a hand through the loose waves that framed your face.
"Absolutely gorgeous," he interjected, stepping closer, his gaze unwavering.
"And this dress—" you continued, glancing down at the fabric that hugged your curves, feeling a mix of uncertainty and self-consciousness.
"Simply irresistible," he declared, a playful smile dancing on his lips. He interrupted your words, determined to make you see that no matter your doubts, your beauty shone through in every way. You searched his eyes, finding a depth of love and conviction that made your doubts begin to fade.
"Okay," you whispered, a small smile breaking through. "I’ll try to see myself the way you see me."
"That's all I ask," he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Now, let’s go out there and show the world just how stunning you truly are." With a newfound sense of confidence, you took a deep breath, ready to embrace the evening ahead, knowing that no matter what, you were cherished just as you were.
Wooyoung
"How does it look, darling?" Wooyoung's voice floated in from the other side of the changing room, a playful lilt in his tone. You had ventured out together for a shopping spree, and he had insisted you try on a dress that caught his eye. It looked stunning on the hanger, but as you gazed at your reflection, doubt crept in.
"The dress is lovely… I just feel so ugly," you called back, a frown tugging at your lips as you examined the fabric draping over you. Without warning, the door swung open, and Wooyoung stepped into the tight space, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your heart race.
"You’re breathtaking," he declared, locking his gaze with yours, and you couldn’t help but scoff in surprise. The intensity of his eyes held you captive, making your heart race in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. "But honestly, you shine the brightest when you wear nothing," he teased, his fingers brushing against the zipper of your dress, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Wooyoung," you stammered, warmth flooding your cheeks, yet a playful smile danced on your lips at his boldness. His confidence was intoxicating, and despite the embarrassment creeping in, you found yourself drawn to him even more. "I truly mean it, babe; there’s nothing more alluring than you, completely bare."
His words hung in the air, heavy with promise and mischief. You could feel the heat radiating between you, a magnetic pull that made the world around you fade into the background. The way he looked at you, with such unabashed admiration, made you feel both vulnerable and empowered.
You felt your heart flutter at his words, a mix of embarrassment and warmth flooding through you. "You always know how to make me blush," you replied, trying to maintain a semblance of composure as you turned back to the mirror. The dress, with its delicate lace and flowing fabric, was undeniably beautiful, but Wooyoung's unwavering gaze made you feel like the most cherished person in the world.
"It's true, though," he continued, stepping closer, his presence filling the small changing room. "You could wear a potato sack, and I’d still think you’re the most stunning person in the room." His playful grin was infectious, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing.
"Okay, okay, I get it! You think I'm perfect," you said, rolling your eyes again, but this time with a smile. "But seriously, what do you think of the dress?" You turned slightly, giving him a better view, hoping to gauge his honest opinion amidst the teasing.
Wooyoung took a moment, his expression shifting from playful to sincere. "The dress is beautiful, but it’s you who makes it shine. It hugs your curves perfectly and highlights your figure in all the right ways. You should feel confident in it." His words were earnest, and you could see the admiration in his eyes.
You drew closer, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you, Woo," you murmured, and his smile radiated with joy at your newfound confidence.
"If you ever need a reminder of just how beautiful you are to me, I’d be delighted to help," he playfully replied, his voice low and teasing. He drew you tightly against him, the heat of his body seeping into yours, creating a delicious tension that made your heart race. His lips began to trail along the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Each gentle kiss ignited a fire within you, a spark of unspoken desire that danced between you like a living thing.
Jongho
Your words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, casting a shadow over the moment, and Jongho felt a pang in his chest as you lamented about your appearance. Each syllable dripped with self-doubt, and it pained him to hear you speak so harshly about yourself. To him, you radiated beauty in every way—your laughter, your kindness, the way your eyes sparkled with life. It was as if you were a vibrant painting, and he was merely a spectator, captivated by the colors and strokes that made you uniquely you.
When your eyes met his, he could see the flicker of frustration in your gaze, urging him to remain silent, to let you wallow in your thoughts. But he couldn't hold back; he needed you to know how he felt, to understand the truth that lay beyond your own perception. Taking your hands in his, he caressed them softly, his thumbs gliding over your skin as if trying to erase the harsh words you had spoken. The warmth of your hands in his felt like a lifeline, grounding him in the moment.
"Listen," he began, his voice steady yet gentle, "I understand the struggle of feeling less than perfect." There was a hint of vulnerability in his tone, a crack in the armor he often wore. He wanted to reach you, to break through the cloud of negativity that surrounded you. "But I want you to know, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
He paused, searching your face for a flicker of understanding, hoping his words would penetrate the fog of self-doubt. "It's not just about how you look," he continued, his grip on your hands tightening slightly, as if to emphasize the weight of his sincerity. "It's the way you light up a room when you walk in, the way your smile can turn a bad day into something bearable. It's the kindness you show to everyone around you, the way you listen and care. That’s what makes you beautiful."
As he spoke, he could see the tension in your shoulders begin to ease, the storm in your eyes slowly calming. He wanted to wrap you in his words, to shield you from the harshness of your own thoughts. "You deserve to see yourself the way I see you," he added softly, his heart aching for you. "You are so much more than the flaws you focus on. You are a masterpiece, and I wish you could see that."
He watched as your expression softened, the lines of frustration on your forehead smoothing out. It was as if he could see the gears turning in your mind, the realization slowly dawning that perhaps, just perhaps, there was some truth in his words. Jongho felt a surge of determination; he wanted to break through the barriers of self-doubt that had been built up over time.
"You know," he continued, his voice gaining strength, "we all have our moments of insecurity. I do too. There are days when I look in the mirror and wonder if I’m enough. But I’ve learned that those thoughts don’t define who we are. They’re just fleeting shadows that try to cloud our vision." He squeezed your hands gently, willing you to absorb his message. "You are so much more than the sum of your parts. You are a beautiful soul, and that’s what truly matters."
As he spoke, he could see the flicker of hope igniting in your eyes, the shadows of self-doubt beginning to retreat. Jongho felt a rush of warmth in his chest, a sense of purpose in lifting you up. "I want you to see yourself the way I see you," he said earnestly. "You deserve to feel that beauty, to embrace it fully. You are worthy of love and admiration, not just from others, but from yourself."
Pairing: Idol Ateez x Idol Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 6.2k
Summary: They're always there to catch you if you fall.
HongJoong
The moment your performance concluded before a sea of fellow idols, the stage lights dimmed, and an overwhelming wave of dizziness swept over you, causing your knees to buckle. You tumbled to the ground, barely managing to brace yourself with your hands, the cool surface of the stage grounding you in the chaos of the moment. The cheers and applause of the audience faded into a distant hum, replaced by the rapid thumping of your heart in your ears.
Your group rushed to your side, their faces a mix of concern and urgency as they lifted you back up, their hands steadying you as you regained your footing. As you turned, your breath caught in your throat. There, standing just a few feet away, was Hongjoong.
Though your relationship remained a secret, Hongjoong could no longer bear to watch you falter. He swiftly removed his suit jacket, draping it over your shoulders, the fabric warm and comforting against your skin. The familiar scent of him—cologne mixed with a hint of sweat from the stage—wrapped around you like a protective barrier. As he encircled your waist with his arm, you felt a rush of gratitude and affection, his touch grounding you amidst the chaos of the backstage environment.
You leaned into him slightly, drawing strength from his presence as you navigated the narrow corridors filled with equipment and crew members bustling about. The dim lighting cast shadows on the walls, but Hongjoong's steady grip kept you anchored, guiding you through the maze of cables and props. You could hear the muffled sounds of the crowd outside, their cheers and applause a distant reminder of the performance that had just concluded.
As you reached the backstage area, Hongjoong gently pulled you to a stop, turning to face you fully. His eyes searched yours, filled with a blend of determination and tenderness. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and sincere, cutting through the noise around you. You could see the concern etched on his features, and it made your heart swell.
You nodded, though the truth was that you felt a whirlwind of emotions—exhaustion, anxiety, and a flicker of joy at having him so close. "Just a little overwhelmed," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, understanding without needing further explanation. "Let’s take a moment," he suggested, leading you to a quieter corner where the noise faded into a soft hum. The other members hung back, giving you both the space you needed, their curiosity piqued but their loyalty to you evident. As you leaned against the cool wall, Hongjoong's hand remained on your waist, a steadying presence that calmed your racing heart. "You did amazing out there, baby," he said, his voice warm and encouraging.
He tenderly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "You had me in a panic! I didn't even know what I was doing and suddenly, I was on stage." he laughed, the sound warm and infectious. You couldn't suppress a giggle, charmed by this side of him that contrasted so sharply with the composed leader the fans adored. In the spotlight, he was a figure of confidence and charisma, but here, in this intimate moment, he was just a boy, playful and a little vulnerable. It was clear that his affection for you inspired a delightful recklessness, a willingness to let go of the weight of expectations and simply enjoy the moment.
"I’m sorry… We’ve just been rehearsing a bit too much for this performance," you reassured him, hoping to soothe his worries. Your voice was soft, laced with sincerity, as you reached out to touch his arm gently.
"I suppose the secret is out now, isn't it?" he remarked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he realized that his careless actions had inadvertently revealed your relationship to the world. A small smile crept onto your lips, a mixture of relief and excitement bubbling within you. Despite the bumpy road ahead, with its potential challenges and the scrutiny that might follow, the thrill of no longer concealing your love filled you with anticipation.
"Many have been guessing for a while," you responded, your voice steady but laced with a hint of mischief. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and you could see the wheels turning in his mind as he processed your words.
"That's true," he acknowledged with a nod, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Guess now I won't have to hide how attractive I find you," he said, his hands coming to rest on your hips. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.
SeongHwa
Your group had just returned from your travels abroad, and Seonghwa found himself glued to a live stream of you and your members navigating the airport. He could see the way you laughed with your members, the way your eyes sparkled with joy as you recounted stories from your travels. It was a sight that warmed his heart, but it also made the ache of your absence more pronounced. He missed you terribly, the little things that made you who you were—the sound of your laughter, the way you would light up a room with your presence, and the comfort of your companionship.
But then, in an instant, everything changed. Seonghwa's heart dropped as he watched you stumble, your foot catching on the edge of a suitcase. Time seemed to slow as you fell to the ground, the laughter on your lips replaced by a look of shock and pain. His breath hitched in his throat, and a cold wave of fear washed over him. He felt as if the world had tilted on its axis, the vibrant colors of the airport fading into a blur of anxiety.
Without thinking, he lunged for his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed your number. The ringing echoed in his ears, each tone amplifying his growing dread. "Please pick up, please," he whispered to himself, his heart racing as he waited for you to answer. But the call went straight to voicemail, and his stomach twisted in knots. Panic enveloped him like a suffocating blanket, leaving him breathless and frantic.
He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, urging him to do something—anything. He paced the room, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if you were hurt? What if you needed help? The thought of you lying there, alone and in pain, sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn't just sit there and do nothing.
Seonghwa grabbed his jacket and rushed out of his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed to get to the airport, to see you, to make sure you were okay. As he sat in his car, a message from one of your members revealed that you had been taken to a nearby hospital. Without a moment's hesitation, he altered his course, urgency propelling him forward. Arriving at the hospital, he donned a mask and hat to blend in, slipping through the bustling corridors until he was led to the room where you lay, the medical staff attending to you with care.
Your knee was a canvas of blood and bruises, leaving him to ponder the severity of your fall. Shaking off the concern, he approached you, his hand resting gently on the small of your back. "My love," he murmured, his voice soft yet steady, as if trying to anchor you in the moment. You met his gaze, your eyes glistening with unshed tears, a mixture of embarrassment and pain swirling within them.
"You saw it, didn't you?" you asked, a hint of a pout gracing your lips, the embarrassment of your fall broadcasted for all to see.
"Yeah, it had me worried," he admitted, his voice laced with genuine concern. The warmth of his hand on your back sent a shiver through you, a reminder that even in moments of vulnerability, you were not alone. He knelt beside you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of deeper injury, both physical and emotional.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly, the worry etched into his features making your heart swell. You could see the way his mind raced, calculating the possibilities of what could have happened, the 'what ifs' that haunted him.
You took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself, both from the pain and the embarrassment. "I think so," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just a little bruised ego, I guess." You attempted a weak smile, hoping to lighten the mood, but the tremor in your lips betrayed the lingering sting of humiliation.
He chuckled softly, the sound a balm to your frayed nerves. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you fell with style," he teased gently, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I mean, who else could turn a simple trip into a dramatic performance?"
You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth lifted despite yourself. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," you replied, your tone playful yet tinged with sincerity.
YunHo
The thrill of performing alongside Yunho filled your hearts with joy, a beautiful dance of love and artistry. Every moment spent in practice deepened your bond, making the anticipation of the show even more exhilarating. When the spotlight finally shone on you both, the energy of the crowd surged, and you felt on top of the world.
Stepping off the stage, a sudden dizziness enveloped you, a disorienting sensation that pulled you away from the euphoria of the moment. You felt your legs weaken, and just as you whispered Yunho's name, the world around you began to blur and fade to black. Panic surged within you, but before fear could take hold, you felt his presence—Yunho was there, his strong arms enveloping you.
His warmth grounded you amidst the chaos, and the familiar scent of him—an intoxicating mix of sweat and cologne—brought you back to reality. You could feel his heartbeat against your own, steady and reassuring, as he held you close, whispering words of comfort that cut through the fog of confusion. In that moment, the world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the connection you shared.
As you gathered your thoughts, your gaze met Yunho's worried expression. "Hey, are you alright?" he inquired, gently cupping your face with one hand. You managed a nod, feeling his warmth seep into your skin. He assisted you in sitting up, his hand resting firmly on your back, ready to catch you if you wavered again. With a swift motion, he retrieved a water bottle from a nearby friend, his movements fluid and purposeful. He offered it to you, his expression unwavering as he ensured you rehydrated. "When did you last eat?" he probed the slight furrow in his brow, revealing just how deeply his concern ran.
You hesitated, the weight of his question pressing down on you. "…Yesterday…" you replied, a hint of guilt creeping into your voice. You could see the way his expression shifted, the concern deepening as he processed your words. You were fully aware that he would not take the news lightly; Yunho had always been the type to worry about others, often putting their needs before his own.
"Yesterday?" he echoed, his tone a mix of disbelief and disappointment. "You need to take care of yourself. You can't keep going like this." His voice was firm, but there was an underlying softness that reminded you he only wanted what was best for you. The guilt gnawed at you, a reminder of how you had let your own well-being slip through the cracks in the chaos of life.
"I know, I know," you murmured, looking down at your hands, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. "I just… I’ve been so busy with everything. Besides, I wanted to look my best on stage." The excuse felt flimsy even as you spoke it, and you could sense Yunho's frustration simmering just beneath the surface.
He let out a soft sigh, his eyes filled with warmth. "Darling, you are stunning just the way you are. Please, have a little more faith in yourself, if not for you, then for me," he murmured, gently massaging your shoulder. "After all, everyone needs to eat," he continued, and you nodded, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks. He lifted you to your feet, his arm securely around you. "Tonight, we’re going out for dinner, no arguments," he insisted playfully.
As you both made your way to the door, he leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against your temple. "You know, I really do believe in you," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "And I want you to see yourself the way I see you." His words lingered in the air, wrapping around you like a promise, and you felt a surge of determination swell within you.
YeoSang
You had embraced a new fitness routine, driven by your company's desire for you to shed a few pounds before your next big return. Yeosang consistently accompanied you, each of you immersed in your own workouts yet relishing the shared space. Together, you navigated the gym, each of you immersed in your own workouts yet relishing the shared space and mutual encouragement. However, despite the camaraderie and the hours spent sweating it out together, the scale wasn't budging as swiftly as you wished. Each week, you stepped onto the scale with a mix of hope and dread, only to be met with disappointing numbers that seemed to mock your efforts.
The mounting pressure from your company began to seep into your thoughts, clouding your motivation and distorting your perception of success. In a desperate attempt to see results, you adopted a new, unhealthy diet, convinced that drastic measures were necessary to achieve the desired outcome. You cut out entire food groups, restricted your caloric intake to alarming levels, and became obsessed with counting every calorie. The thrill of the gym was overshadowed by the anxiety of meal planning and the constant fear of failure.
As the days turned into weeks, the toll on your body was becoming increasingly evident. You felt fatigued and irritable, your energy levels plummeting as you deprived yourself of essential nutrients. The workouts that once invigorated you now felt like a chore, and the joy of exercising alongside Yeosang began to fade. You noticed changes in your body, but not the ones you had hoped for; instead of feeling lighter and more agile, you felt weak and drained.
As you walked on the treadmill, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you, yet you stubbornly pressed on, a choice you would soon regret. The rhythmic thud of your feet against the moving belt had become a comforting backdrop to your thoughts, but now, it felt like the world was spinning out of control. Your vision faded to darkness, and your legs buckled beneath you, sending you crashing to the ground with a thud that echoed in the empty gym.
Yeosang reacted swiftly, his instincts kicking in as he halted the machine with a firm press of the button. He rushed to your side, his hands gentle yet firm as he helped you sit up, scanning your body for any injuries. The fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting a harsh glare on your skin, revealing a few scrapes and bruises that marred your otherwise healthy complexion. But as he assessed you, it was clear that you were mostly unharmed, save for the emotional turmoil that had led to this moment.
"What happened?" he asked, concern etched on his face, his brow furrowed as he searched your eyes for answers.
"Lost my footing I guess," You shrugged while muttering, but his piercing gaze told you he sensed the deeper truth lurking beneath your casual dismissal. The weight of his scrutiny made your heart race, and you felt the walls you had built around your feelings begin to crumble.
Overwhelmed, you broke down, the floodgates opening as you shared the hurtful remarks that had been haunting you—words that echoed in your mind like a relentless mantra, chipping away at your self-esteem. You spoke of the restrictive diet imposed on you, the constant pressure to conform to an ideal that felt impossible to reach. Each confession was laced with vulnerability, and as you spoke, you could see the empathy in Yeosang's eyes deepening.
He enveloped you in his arms, a silent promise to listen and understand. The warmth of his embrace wrapped around you like a protective cocoon, shielding you from the harshness of the world outside. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek, a reminder that you were not alone in this struggle. In that moment, the weight of your insecurities began to lift, if only slightly, as you found solace in his unwavering support.
"You’re more than what others say," he whispered softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "You are strong, and you deserve to feel good about yourself, no matter what anyone else has to say."
He tenderly ran his fingers through your hair, soothing you as your tears began to subside. When he felt the moment was right, he lifted your chin to gaze into your eyes. "You are beautiful, no matter how you see yourself," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Please remember to care for yourself." You nodded, realizing that the strict diet and relentless workouts were unsustainable, and you could only wish that Yeosang would guide you toward a healthier path or help you find the confidence you needed within.
San
In a vibrant reality show, your two groups found themselves in a whirlwind of friendly rivalry, each episode brimming with excitement and unexpected twists. The competitions were filled with laughter and playful banter, especially between you and San, whose teasing ignited a spark that fans eagerly anticipated. (They already knew about your relationship because there was no way San would be able to keep it a secret.)
As fate would have it, the producers decided to throw a curveball your way: a one-on-one challenge that would put both your skills and your playful rivalry to the test. The atmosphere was electric, with the rest of the cast buzzing with excitement, knowing that this showdown would be one for the books. The audience could hardly contain their enthusiasm, eagerly awaiting the moment when you and San would face off.
As the challenge began, it quickly became clear that San, with his usual confidence, had momentarily overlooked his own strength. He bounded into the competition with the exuberance of a puppy, all energy and enthusiasm, but perhaps a little too carefree. His playful nature, while endearing, also meant that he was somewhat oblivious to the fact that his size and strength could easily overwhelm the situation. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him, his infectious laughter echoing through the arena as he attempted to outmaneuver you.
He seized the badge from the back of your shirt, tearing it away with a triumphant grin that lit up his face, a moment of pure exhilaration that seemed to encapsulate the thrill of victory. But in his excitement, he unwittingly sent you tumbling to the ground, your body hitting the floor with a soft thud that echoed in the sudden silence. As he held the badge aloft in celebration, basking in the glory of his small conquest, the sudden sound of your fall struck him like a bolt of lightning, jolting him from his moment of triumph.
His expression shifted from one of elation to one of sheer panic, the realization of what had just happened dawning on him with alarming clarity. Without a moment's hesitation, he discarded the badge, letting it slip from his fingers as if it were a mere trinket, and rushed to your side. The world around him faded into a blur as he enveloped you in his embrace, his heart racing with worry.
“Baby, I’m so sorry! I never meant to throw you like that!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with concern and regret, each word tumbling out in a rush as he held you close. His arms wrapped around you protectively as if he could shield you from the consequences of his reckless enthusiasm. He searched your face for any sign of pain, his brow furrowing with anxiety as he brushed a stray hair from your forehead, his touch gentle and tender.
“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper, filled with genuine worry. The playful spirit that had driven him moments before was now replaced by a deep sense of responsibility, the weight of his actions pressing heavily on his shoulders. He felt a pang of guilt gnawing at him, a reminder that sometimes, in the pursuit of joy, one could inadvertently cause harm.
As you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, he felt a flicker of hope that you would reassure him, that you would laugh it off as a silly accident. But the concern etched on his face remained, a testament to the bond you shared, one that was built on love and understanding, even in moments of clumsiness.
“I’m okay,” you finally managed to say, your voice soft but steady, attempting to reassure him even as you felt the sting of the impact. “Just a little surprised, that’s all.” You offered a small smile, hoping to ease the tension that had settled between you like a heavy fog. But even as you spoke, you could see the doubt lingering in his eyes, the way he clung to you as if you were the only anchor in a stormy sea.
“Just surprised?” he echoed, his tone a mix of relief and lingering concern. “You really scared me there for a second. I thought I’d really hurt you.” His grip on you tightened, as if he were afraid to let go, afraid that the moment he did, the reality of what had happened would come crashing down around you both.
You reached up, placing a hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palm. “I promise, I’m fine,” you reassured him, your voice steadying as you looked into his eyes, trying to convey the sincerity of your words. “It was an accident, and accidents happen. You didn’t mean to do it.”
He took a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he absorbed your words. “I just got carried away,” he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of shame. “I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t think about what I was doing.”
As soon as everyone realized you were okay, playful banter erupted, with everyone teasing San for his rough handling of his girlfriend. San, caught in the crossfire of their lighthearted jabs, pouted adorably, his lips forming a perfect little pout that made it impossible for anyone to truly scold him. He pulled you closer, his eyes wide and pleading, silently begging for your forgiveness. The sincerity in his gaze was undeniable, and despite the teasing, your heart remained untouched by anger. You could see the genuine concern behind his playful demeanor, and it only made you smile.
"It's alright, Sannie," you reassured him gently, your voice soft and soothing amidst the laughter. You reached up to brush a stray hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. "I promise I'm okay."
MinGi
The stage felt cramped, a concern your manager had voiced before your group took the spotlight, yet there was no alternative but to adapt. The dim lights cast long shadows, and the audience's eager faces blurred into a sea of anticipation. You and your fellow performers endeavored to keep your movements compact and synchronized, but the space was simply insufficient for all nine of you to dance freely. Each step had to be calculated, every turn executed with precision to avoid colliding with one another.
As the music swelled, you could feel the energy in the room, a palpable force that urged you to give your all despite the limitations. The choreography, originally designed for a larger stage, felt like a puzzle with missing pieces. You exchanged quick glances with your teammates, silently communicating the need for heightened awareness. The rhythm pulsed through your veins, and you pushed aside the discomfort, focusing instead on the performance that had taken months of practice to perfect.
Mingi, who had attended the same event, couldn't shake his worry as he noticed you inching perilously close to the edge. His heart raced, each beat echoing his anxiety as he watched, tense and apprehensive. He could see the determination in your eyes, but it was overshadowed by the risk of misstep. The last thing he wanted was for you to lose your balance and tumble off the stage, a nightmare scenario that played out in his mind with alarming clarity.
As you executed a particularly intricate move, Mingi held his breath, his palms clammy with unease. The audience was captivated, their cheers and applause ringing in his ears, but all he could focus on was the precariousness of the situation. He leaned forward in his seat, willing you to stay grounded, to find your center amidst the chaos of limbs and music. In that moment, the world around him faded away, and it was just you and the stage, a delicate dance of trust and skill. He admired your resilience, the way you adapted to the constraints with grace, but the worry gnawed at him.
It was like he had a sixth sense that danger was about to unfold. Rising from his chair despite his leader's reprimand, he moved toward the stage's edge with a determined grace, his eyes locked onto you. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and you could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you. Just then, your foot slipped over the edge of the small stage. Time seemed to slow as you felt yourself tumbling backward, bracing for impact, your heart racing with a mix of fear and surprise.
To your astonishment, you landed not on the cold, hard floor but in the strong arms of your boyfriend, who had somehow managed to reach you just in time. His arms wrapped around you like a safety net, and his smirk ignited a flutter in your heart, a spark of warmth amidst the chaos. "Always falling for me, huh?" he teased, his voice a playful melody that cut through the tension in the air. You couldn't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from your chest as he gently set you upright, his hands deftly adjusting your outfit with a tenderness that made your cheeks flush.
"How did you…?" you began, your voice trailing off as curiosity sparkled in your eyes, a mix of admiration and disbelief. He simply shrugged, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "A good boyfriend, I guess," he replied with a playful wink, his confidence radiating like a beacon. With a swift motion, he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you effortlessly back onto the stage as if you were weightless. The world around you faded, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in existence. "You look amazing up there, baby," he flirted, his words wrapping around you like a warm embrace, igniting a blush that crept up your neck.
As he returned to his seat, the distance between you felt charged with unspoken affection. You stood there, breathless and glowing under the spotlight, the audience a blur as your heart raced not just from the fall but from the thrill of his presence. The chaos around you faded into the background, and all that mattered was the connection you shared, a bond that felt unbreakable even in the face of uncertainty.
WooYoung
As the host of a vibrant music show, you found yourself interviewing various idol groups, including your boyfriend Wooyoung's band, Ateez. After hours of engaging with the performers, the sweltering heat and your snug dress paired with heels began to take their toll. You maintained a polished demeanor, concealing your discomfort from the audience, yet Wooyoung, attuned to your every nuance, noticed the subtle signs of your fatigue creeping in.
As your vision faded into a haze, the vibrant colors of the world around you blurred into indistinct shapes, and your head began to droop, surrendering to the darkness that enveloped you like a heavy fog. The sounds of laughter and chatter faded into a distant murmur, replaced by the rhythmic thumping of your heart, echoing in your ears. Just as you were about to succumb to unconsciousness, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on you, Wooyoung appeared like a guardian angel, his presence a beacon of light in your dimming reality.
He rushed to your side, his expression a mix of urgency and unwavering concern. Without a second thought, he reached out, his hands steady and reassuring as he caught you before you could fall. In that moment, the chaos of the surrounding crowd faded into oblivion; the flashing lights and prying eyes became mere background noise, overshadowed by the intensity of his focus on you. His concern for your well-being eclipsed any worries about appearances or the world around him; all that mattered was ensuring you were safe and comfortable.
Gently, he cradled you in his arms, his touch both firm and tender, as he eased you down so that your head rested in his lap. The warmth of his body provided a comforting contrast to the chill of your fading consciousness. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath, a steady rhythm that anchored you in the moment. The world around you began to blur even more, but in that cocoon of safety, you felt a flicker of peace.
As if sensing the need for privacy, the cameras that had been capturing every moment of the event were discreetly turned off, allowing a moment of solace amidst the chaos. The noise of the crowd dimmed, and the bright lights that had once felt blinding now softened into a gentle glow. In this intimate space, it was just you and Wooyoung, a sanctuary carved out of the tumult of the outside world.
He brushed a stray hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary as if to reassure you that you were not alone. His voice, low and soothing, broke through the haze, “Just breathe. I’m here.” his voice a calming balm against the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm you. You focused on his words, drawing in a shaky breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs. With each inhale, you felt a little more grounded, a little more present. Wooyoung’s unwavering gaze held yours, and in that moment, you could see the depth of his concern, the sincerity of his care.
As your senses gradually returned to you, the first sight that greeted your eyes was his warm, beaming smile, a beacon of comfort amidst the haze of confusion. "Wooyoungie?" you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried a weight of familiarity and affection. He nodded, his eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth, fully aware that his friends would surely tease him for the endearing nickname you had bestowed upon him.
"It's me. You took a tumble, but I've got you," he reassured, his voice soothing as he gently assisted you to sit up. The world around you began to come into focus, but all you could think about was the way his presence seemed to chase away the embarrassment that threatened to engulf you. You felt a wave of heat wash over your cheeks as you recalled the scene you had caused, the way you had stumbled and drawn attention to yourself in the midst of the bustling interviews.
"I'm so sorry," you stammered, your voice laced with mortification as you glanced around at the curious faces of onlookers. But Wooyoung was quick to dismiss your concerns, his playful demeanor shining through as he flashed you a reassuring grin. "Hey, it happens to the best of us," he said, his tone light and teasing, as if he were trying to lift the weight of your embarrassment.
With a gentle tug, he helped you regain your footing, steadying you as you wobbled slightly. Just when you thought the moment couldn’t get any more endearing, he leaned down and, with a cheeky glint in his eye, snatched your heels from the ground. "I’ll take these for now," he declared, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.
You watched, half-amused and half-flustered, as he walked away with your shoes in hand, leaving you to navigate the rest of the interviews barefoot. The cool floor beneath your feet was a stark contrast to the warmth of his jacket, which you had instinctively wrapped around yourself. It was a charming reminder of his presence, the fabric still carrying the faint scent of his cologne, a mix of citrus and something sweet that made your heart flutter.
JongHo
As you stood on stage alongside your group and other idol ensembles, a subtle tension gripped you, wrapping around your chest like a vice. The bright lights beamed down, illuminating the sea of faces in the audience, their eager expressions a mix of excitement and anticipation. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, but beneath the surface, a current of anxiety coursed through you. Unbeknownst to you, your knees had locked in place, rigid and unyielding, as if they were made of stone. The height of your heels began to steal the sensation from your legs, leaving you lightheaded, as if you were floating just above the ground.
You fought to maintain your composure, your heart racing as you tried to focus on the music that pulsed through the air. The rhythm was infectious, but the pressure of the moment threatened to overwhelm you. You attempted to unlock your knees to regain control of your body, but that decision proved perilous. As you shifted your weight, you felt yourself sway dangerously, the world around you tilting as if you were caught in a dizzying whirlpool.
Just in time, Jongho appeared behind you, his presence a sudden anchor in the storm of your thoughts. His strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you safely back against him, a silent guardian in the midst of the chaos. The warmth of his body against yours was grounding, a reminder that you were not alone in this moment. You could feel the steady beat of his heart, a reassuring rhythm that matched the pulse of the music.
Jongho's grip tightened slightly, and you could feel the strength in his arms, a silent promise that he would be there to catch you if you fell. You turned your head slightly, catching his eye, and in that brief exchange, a wave of reassurance washed over you. His gaze was steady, filled with an understanding that transcended words. It was as if he could sense the storm within you and was determined to help you weather it.
You found it astonishing how candid he was about your relationship. While it was no secret that you were a couple, your interactions outside of your intimate world were rare. Yet, there he stood, his arms wrapped around you from behind, captured on camera in front of other idols. The mere idea sent a rush of warmth to your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration flooding through you. It was a moment that felt both thrilling and terrifying as if the world was suddenly privy to a part of your life that had been carefully tucked away.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, laced with concern. You nodded slightly, grateful for his support, but the tension in your body remained. The crowd continued to cheer, their voices a distant roar as you focused on the sensation of his hands steadying you.
With each passing second, you felt the weight of the performance pressing down on you, but Jongho's presence was a balm to your frayed nerves. He shifted slightly, adjusting his grip to ensure you felt secure, and in that moment, you realized that you could lean on him—not just physically but emotionally as well. As the music swelled, you took a deep breath, allowing the rhythm to seep into your bones. With Jongho's support, you felt a flicker of confidence ignite within you. You could do this. Together, you would face the spotlight, the cheers, and the inevitable challenges that came with being an idol.
"I'm alright, just feeling a little dizzy," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, his eyes filled with concern, a deep furrow forming on his brow as he took in your pale complexion.
Gently, he raised you a bit higher, his strong arms cradling you with a tenderness that belied his strength. The movement eased the strain on your knees and feet, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. The warmth of his body enveloped you, and for a moment, the dizziness faded into the background, replaced by a comforting sense of safety.
"Just breathe," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos in your mind. You focused on his words, inhaling deeply and letting the air fill your lungs, feeling the tension in your body begin to dissipate. His gaze never left yours, a silent promise that he would be there, unwavering, until you felt steady again.
As you leaned against him, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a reminder that you were not alone in this moment. The world around you began to come back into focus, the colors sharpening and the sounds becoming clearer. With each passing second, you felt more grounded, more present, and you knew that with him by your side, you could face whatever came next.
Pairing: Ateez x Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst- Drunk reader
Word Count: 5.3k
Summary: You really shouldn't have drank that much alcohol. You don't know how to hold your tongue when you do…
Hongjoong
As you and Hongjoong shared drinks in his studio, the air was filled with the rhythm of his latest tracks, each beat pulsating with energy and creativity. The dim lighting casts a warm glow over the room, illuminating the various instruments and sound equipment that surrounded you. Each song captivated you, weaving a tapestry of sound that left you in awe of his extraordinary talent. You found yourself lost in the melodies, the lyrics resonating with emotions you didn’t know you had.
Hongjoong, with his effortless charisma, seemed to handle his drinks with ease, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he shared stories behind each track. His laughter was infectious, and you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. The way he animatedly described his creative process and his passion were evident in every word. Meanwhile, you felt the warmth spreading through you, your cheeks flushed and your inhibitions fading like the last rays of sunlight at dusk.
With each sip, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate bubble of music and laughter. The compliments flowed effortlessly from your lips, a testament to the admiration swelling in your heart. “You’re a genius, you know that?” you said, your voice slightly slurred but filled with sincerity. “The way you blend genres is just… incredible.”
Hongjoong chuckled, a hint of shyness creeping into his demeanor as he brushed off your praise. “I just do what I love,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with humility. But you could see the flicker of pride in his gaze, and it made your heart race. As the night wore on, the atmosphere grew more relaxed, the music shifting to softer, more introspective tracks. You found yourself leaning closer, drawn in by the magnetic pull between you. The conversation flowed seamlessly, punctuated by shared laughter and comfortable silences, each moment feeling more significant than the last.
"I love you." The confession slipped from your mouth like a whispered secret, halting him in his tracks as he absorbed the weight of your feelings. The air around you seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension that hung between you like a fragile thread. His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before a playful smirk danced on his lips, hinting at mischief.
“And I would love to answer you accordingly, but I think I would appreciate it more when you’re actually able to understand my answer," he teased. His words lingered in the air, each syllable dripping with a tantalizing promise. You could see the spark of intrigue in his gaze as if he were savoring the moment, weighing the implications of your confession against the backdrop of your shared history. The playful glint in his eyes suggested that he was not just toying with your emotions but rather inviting you into a deeper game, one that required both courage and vulnerability.
"Tomorrow, I will confess to you," you declared with unwavering resolve, prompting a gentle laugh from him. The air between you crackled with anticipation, as if the very atmosphere was charged with the weight of unspoken words. You could feel your heart racing, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling within you.
"Oh really?" he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. His smile was infectious, and for a brief moment, the tension melted away, replaced by a lightheartedness that made you feel at ease. You could see the curiosity dancing in his gaze, as if he was both intrigued and amused by your bold declaration.
"Absolutely," you affirmed, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. You met his gaze, holding it with a confidence that surprised even you. This was a pivotal moment, one that could change everything between you. You could feel the weight of your words hanging in the air, and you were determined to follow through.
"I'm looking forward to it," he replied, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. The excitement in his voice was palpable as if he could hardly contain the thrill of what was to come.
Seonghwa
The night unfolded with laughter and clinking glasses, a symphony of joy that echoed through the dimly lit bar. Yet, amidst the revelry, each flirtatious glance directed at Seonghwa stoked a fire of irritation within you, a flame that flickered dangerously close to the edge of your composure. He stood there, effortlessly charming, his laughter ringing like music, drawing in admirers like moths to a flame. With every woman he charmed, you felt a pang of jealousy twist in your gut, and in response, you downed another shot, a futile attempt to drown your unspoken feelings in a sea of alcohol.
It was hard to fault them; he was undeniably captivating, with a magnetic presence that seemed to light up the room. His smile was disarming, and the way he engaged with others made it impossible not to be drawn in. You had watched him flirt, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and each interaction felt like a dagger to your heart. You had never found the courage to reveal your feelings, to lay bare the truth that had been festering inside you for far too long. So, instead, you surrendered to the bottle, hoping to numb the ache that threatened to consume you.
As the hours slipped by, the alcohol began to take its toll, blurring the edges of your reality. The laughter around you became a distant echo, and the vibrant colors of the bar swirled together in a dizzying dance. You could feel the weight of your emotions pressing down on you, a heavy cloak that suffocated your spirit. The room spun slightly, and you knew you needed a moment to breathe, to collect yourself away from the chaos.
With a sense of urgency, you hurriedly made your way to the bathroom, your heart racing as you pushed through the crowd. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a harsh glow that felt almost mocking. You leaned against the cool sink, splashing water on your face in an attempt to shake off the haze that clouded your mind. Staring into the mirror, you barely recognized the reflection staring back at you—eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, and a heart that felt like it was teetering on the brink of breaking.
Seonghwa entered the bathroom, his expression laced with worry. "Are you alright? You rushed in here," he said softly, stepping closer to you and tenderly massaging your arms. Your eyes locked with his in the mirror, and a surge of emotion welled up within you, a desperate urge to confess your love, to reveal how agonizing it was to see him surrounded by other girls vying for his attention. But as you tried to speak, a wave of nausea hit, forcing you to drop to your knees, your head bowed over the toilet as you retched violently.
"Hey! Hey, look at me!" he urged, kneeling beside you, his hand now resting gently on your back, offering comfort amidst the chaos. You could feel his presence, solid and unwavering, as he brushed your hair away from your face, his fingers cool against your clammy skin. With each heave, you felt a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability wash over you. You were supposed to be strong, to hold it together, especially in front of him. But the truth was, the pressure of your feelings, the weight of your unspoken love, had become too much to bear. As you gasped for breath, tears began to spill down your cheeks, mingling with the remnants of your earlier distress.
"I've always loved you. I just never told you," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, the confession slipping out like a fragile secret just before the nausea overwhelmed you again. The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken feelings, but the moment was quickly eclipsed by the relentless churn in your stomach.
Seonghwa, ever attentive, gently gathered your hair, his fingers weaving through the strands with a tenderness that felt like a lifeline. His presence was a soothing balm against the waves of sickness that crashed over you, grounding you in the midst of your turmoil. You could feel the warmth of his body beside you, a steady anchor in the storm of your discomfort.
Once the retching subsided, leaving you breathless and shaky, he let out a soft laugh, the sound light and comforting. It was a melody that danced through the air, easing the tension that had gripped you. His hand continued to glide soothingly over your back, each stroke a reminder that you were not alone in this moment.
“I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back," he said, his voice low and sincere, a hint of longing lacing his tone. The image he painted was vivid—a place where the world faded away, where the chaos of life was replaced by the simple joy of being together. You could almost see it: a sun-drenched meadow, the two of you lying on the grass, laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves, the weight of unspoken feelings finally lifted.
His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, and for a fleeting moment, the nausea faded into the background, overshadowed by the warmth of his affection. You looked up at him, your heart racing, the vulnerability of your confession hanging between you like a fragile thread. In that small, dimly lit bathroom, amidst the chaos of your body’s rebellion, something beautiful began to bloom—a connection that had long been buried beneath layers of fear and uncertainty.
"Then tomorrow," you whispered, a shy smile breaking through the remnants of your discomfort. "When I am less drunk." Your eyes sparkled with hope, and he chuckled, brushing hair away from your face.
"Tomorrow then."
Yunho
You had indulged a bit too much with your friends, but when the moment came to leave, you stubbornly declared that you would only head home if Yunho came to fetch you. Your friends found this utterly amusing and quickly decided to call him for assistance. To their delight, he agreed, sharing in the laughter that filled the air.
When Yunho finally arrived, the door swung open, and there he stood, a beacon of warmth and familiarity. The moment your eyes met, your face lit up with pure joy, illuminating the room like the sun breaking through the clouds. It was as if all the laughter and light in the room merged into that one radiant smile of yours. Your friends couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the sheer delight written all over your face, the way your eyes sparkled with happiness at his presence.
Yunho stepped inside, his own smile wide as he took in the scene. He was met with a chorus of playful teasing from your friends, who were all too eager to share the story of your stubbornness. But he didn’t mind; he was just happy to see you so animated and carefree. As you gathered your things, the atmosphere was filled with a sense of warmth and camaraderie, the kind that only comes from shared experiences and cherished friendships.
Yunho playfully nudged you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he offered a piggyback ride. Without a moment's hesitation, you eagerly accepted, a wave of happiness washing over you like the gentle breeze that danced through the cool night air. Your friends waved farewell, their laughter echoing behind you, a sweet melody that lingered as Yunho effortlessly lifted you onto his back.
As you nestled against the back of his head, the warmth of his body enveloped you, and you could feel his laughter resonate through you, a comforting vibration that made your heart flutter. "Feeling extra clingy tonight, are we?" he teased, his voice light and playful, yet laced with a hint of affection. You rested your head on his shoulder, gazing at him, the world around you fading into a blur of twinkling lights and soft shadows.
"I… I want to give you my heart. It’s yours… but how do I do that? I don’t want it anymore," you confessed, your words slightly slurred by the warmth of the evening and the sweet buzz of the drinks you had shared with friends. The honesty in your voice caught him off guard, and he stifled a grin, recognizing the sincerity behind your tipsy admission.
"Let’s save it for tomorrow; you can hand it over after the surgery," he replied, his tone playful yet gentle, indulging your whimsical declaration with a soft chuckle. The mention of surgery hung in the air, a reminder of the challenges that lay ahead, but in that moment, it felt like a promise—a promise that tomorrow would come, and with it, the chance to explore the depths of your feelings.
As he walked, the rhythm of his steps matched the quickening beat of your heart, and you felt a sense of safety in his presence. The night was alive with possibilities, and you couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. Would you really find a way to give him your heart? The thought sent a thrill through you, and you tightened your grip around his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.
"Yunho," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, "do you think… do you think we could be more than this?" The question hung in the air, fragile yet potent, as you searched his face for an answer. His laughter faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression that made your heart race even faster.
"Maybe we already are," he replied softly.
Yeosang
As you and Yeosang shared a meal, laughter mingled with the clinking of glasses, but it was only after the last bite that you noticed the potency of the drinks. A warm glow enveloped you, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket, and your cheeks tinged with a rosy hue, a telltale sign of the alcohol's effect. Your gaze lingered on Yeosang, who sat across the table, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the candlelight. He looked particularly charming tonight, with his hair slightly tousled and a playful smile dancing on his lips.
However, as you continued to admire him, you noticed his discomfort growing under your unwavering stare. He shifted in his seat, his eyes darting away for a moment before he mustered the courage to meet your gaze again. "What? Is there something on my face?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and nervousness, as he instinctively brushed his hair aside, trying to appear nonchalant.
With a soft mumble, you replied, "You're cute. A little blurry. But definitely always cute." The words slipped out before you could second-guess yourself, and you watched as a shy blush crept across his cheeks, painting them a deeper shade of pink. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in this bubble of warmth and connection.
Yeosang's lips curled into a shy smile, and he looked down, fiddling with the edge of the tablecloth as if it held the answers to all his questions. The playful banter that had filled the air moments before was replaced by a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the soft sounds of the restaurant around you. You could feel the tension in the air shift, a new layer of intimacy settling between you, and you couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were racing through his mind.
"You’ve had too much to drink," he remarked, attempting to dismiss your praise, yet you refused to let it go. The words hung in the air between you like a fragile thread, shimmering with unspoken emotions. You could see the way his cheeks flushed, not just from the alcohol but from the weight of your admiration. It was as if he wanted to brush off your compliments, to shield himself from the vulnerability they brought, but you were determined to break through that barrier.
"And utterly infatuated with you," you replied, prompting him to hide his face in his palm. The gesture was both endearing and disarming, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief that made your heart race. You could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the way he squirmed under the intensity of your gaze. It was a moment of raw honesty, and you could sense the shift in the air, the way the atmosphere thickened with unspoken possibilities.
"You can't be serious," he mumbled, though the slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed his true feelings.
"You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I regret not confessing it when I was clear-headed," you whispered, the confession slipping from your lips like a fragile secret. The vulnerability of your words hung in the air, a delicate truth that felt both liberating and terrifying. You could see the surprise in his eyes, the way they widened as he processed your admission. It was a moment suspended in time, where the noise of the world faded away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of honesty.
"Maybe we can take it slow," you suggested, your heart racing at the thought of what lay ahead. "We don’t have to rush into anything. We can just see where this takes us." The idea of navigating this new terrain together felt exhilarating, a thrilling adventure waiting to unfold.
He smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that lit up his face and made your heart flutter. "I’d like that," he said, his voice filled with a newfound determination. "I want to explore this with you, to see what we can create together." The sincerity in his words sent a rush of warmth through you, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you, as if the weight of unspoken feelings had finally been lifted.
As you stood there, the delicate thread connecting your hearts began to weave a tapestry of shared dreams and uncharted possibilities. The world around you faded into the background, and all that mattered was the connection you were forging in that moment. You could feel the excitement bubbling beneath the surface, a shared anticipation of what was to come.
San
You had indulged a bit more than you had planned, and San, ever the caring friend, took it upon himself to ensure you made it home without a hitch. While he had sipped far less than you, he was determined to help you into your jacket, despite your playful resistance. His laughter was warm and understanding, a gentle reminder that your tipsy antics were all in good fun. As he pulled the zipper up, you felt a rush of warmth and protested, "I'm not that drunk," but his amused chuckle told you he saw right through your bravado.
“I’m perfectly sober. Can someone inebriated do this?” you declared, your eyes locked onto San’s as he observed you in silence, a hint of amusement dancing in his gaze. The dim light of the room cast a warm glow around you, highlighting the playful defiance in your expression. You stood tall, your posture exuding confidence, as if the very act of declaring your sobriety was a challenge to the universe itself.
“You’re not really doing anything,” he replied, a teasing lilt in his voice that made your heart flutter. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and you could tell he was enjoying this little game as much as you were.
“But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not receive it?” A playful pout formed on your lips, and you noticed the flush creeping up his cheeks, a smile breaking through his facade. It was a sight that made your own heart race, the way he tried to maintain his composure while clearly being charmed by your antics.
“Come on, San! You DID get it, didn’t you!?” you exclaimed, grasping his arms in excitement, your fingers curling around his biceps as if anchoring yourself to him. The warmth of his skin sent a thrill through you, and you could feel the energy crackling between you. He chuckled softly, a sound that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, urging you to quiet down, but the exhilaration of the moment was too intoxicating to contain.
“Yeah, I got it,” he said, his voice low and teasing, but there was a softness in his gaze that made your heart skip a beat. “Now, let’s get you home, alright?” A smile spread across your face, brightening the dimly lit street around you. You wrapped your arms around his, feeling the strength in his muscles as you buried your cheek against his arm, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the cool night air.
As he guided you along the familiar path, the world around you faded into a blur of shadows and soft whispers. The streetlights flickered above, casting a warm glow that danced on the pavement, illuminating the way ahead. You felt a sense of comfort in the rhythm of your footsteps, the gentle sway of your bodies moving in sync.
"You’d better keep this in mind when you’re sober," he murmured gently, his tone playful yet laced with sincerity. You looked up at him, catching the glint in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. The moment felt suspended in time, a perfect blend of lightheartedness and unspoken understanding.
Mingi
You found yourself out with friends, seeking solace in laughter and drinks, desperately trying to forget the overwhelming crush you had on Mingi. As the night wore on, the alcohol flowed freely, and you twirled on the dance floor with anyone who approached, lost in the rhythm. Each new partner blurred into the next, the lights dazzling your senses, and for a fleeting moment, you convinced yourself that each one was Mingi. Suddenly, you felt a firm grip around your waist, pulling you close, and as your hands instinctively rested on a familiar chest, you blinked away the haze, realizing with a rush of exhilaration that you were indeed in the embrace of Song Mingi.
As you gazed into his eyes, a soft smile graced your lips, illuminating the dim light of the room. The warmth of the moment wrapped around you like a cozy blanket, and you felt a flutter of excitement in your chest. "Oh I'm dreaming of you again," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, as if sharing a secret meant only for him. Your fingers began to trace the contours of his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch, grounding you in the reality of the moment.
"Although in my dreams, we are usually kissing," you added, your eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and longing. The memory of those dreams danced in your mind, vivid and intoxicating, and you could almost feel the warmth of his lips against yours. The thought made your heart race, and you couldn’t help but smile wider, eliciting a warm chuckle from him that sent a thrill through you.
"So, in your dreams, we kiss, do we?" he teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours. His eyes twinkled with amusement, and you could see the way he reveled in your tipsy musings, enjoying the way your words flowed freely, unguarded and sincere. The atmosphere was charged with electric energy, and you felt as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate bubble.
"If this isn’t a dream and you’re truly here," you began, your voice steadying as you looked deep into his eyes, searching for the truth reflected back at you, "I would tell you that I love you." The words spilled from your lips, raw and unfiltered, and your heart raced with sincerity. You felt a rush of vulnerability wash over you, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of liberation. The truth hung in the air between you, palpable and undeniable, and you could see the surprise flicker across his face, followed by a warmth that mirrored your own feelings.
He paused for a moment, his playful demeanor softening as he absorbed your confession. The teasing glint in his eyes was replaced by something deeper, something that spoke of understanding and connection. "You know," he said softly, his voice low and sincere, "I’ve been dreaming of you too." The admission hung in the air, and you felt a rush of joy at the realization that your feelings were reciprocated.
A wave of relief washed over you, and you felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders. The vulnerability you had felt moments before transformed into a radiant joy, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, a sound filled with disbelief and happiness. "Really?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief, as if you were still trying to grasp the reality of the moment.
"Really," he affirmed, his eyes shining with a mixture of affection and mischief. "I’ve been dreaming of this moment too, you know. Just like you." He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. The intimacy of the gesture made your heart swell, and you leaned into his touch, craving more of his warmth.
As the seconds stretched into eternity, you felt the distance between you shrink, the air thick with unspoken promises. You could see the way his eyes darkened with desire, the playful glint replaced by something deeper, more profound. The world outside faded even further, and all that mattered was the two of you, suspended in this moment of honesty and connection.
"Then let’s make our dreams a reality," you whispered, emboldened by the truth that now lay between you. The words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation all at once. You could see the flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly followed by a spark of excitement.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your lips, and you could feel the magnetic pull drawing you together. "I think I’d like that," he murmured, his voice low and inviting.
Wooyoung
Wooyoung delighted in teasing you, finding it utterly charming when your frustration flared. Naturally, during a night out, he couldn't resist poking fun, labeling you a lightweight and daring you to drink beyond your limits. As you both settled at the bar, it became clear that you were far more intoxicated than he was. He downed another shot, casting a smug grin your way while you rested your weary head on your arms, the world around you swirling in a dizzying dance.
"Down the hatch… or are you throwing in the towel?" Wooyoung teased, sliding a shot glass your way. You shot him a playful glare, irritation flickering in your eyes. Yet, as you met his gaze, the annoyance began to fade, leaving you momentarily breathless at his undeniable charm. Damn him for being so irresistibly handsome.
“I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?” The words spilled from your lips before you could think twice.
Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? You want to touch my face? Bold move." He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "What if I said yes? What would you do then?"
Your heart raced at the challenge in his voice. You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, but you refused to back down. "I’d probably just… see if it feels as ridiculous as it looks," you shot back, trying to maintain your composure.
He chuckled, the sound low and inviting, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. "Alright then, go ahead. But be warned, it might be more than you bargained for."
With a mix of hesitation and excitement, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his cheek. The moment your skin made contact, a jolt of electricity shot through you. His skin was warm and surprisingly soft, and you couldn’t help but trace the outline of his jaw with your fingertips, marveling at how real he felt beneath your touch.
Wooyoung leaned into your hand, his expression shifting from playful to something more serious, more intimate. "See? Not so ridiculous after all," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but there was a hint of sincerity in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat.
You pulled your hand back, suddenly aware of the charged atmosphere between you. "Maybe not," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But you’re still a dork."
His playful smirk hinted at mischief as he leaned closer, "You have a crush on me, don’t you? Just wait until we’re sober; I’ll have a field day teasing you." With that, he tossed back the shot he had intended for you, leaving you blushing and fixated on the bar top. The realization washed over you that your feelings had slipped out, bare and unguarded. "And who knows, I might indulge in a few other surprises," he added, sending a flirtatious wink your way.
Jongho
Jongho offered to walk you home after a fun night out at the bar with friends. While both of you were a bit tipsy, you were clearly more intoxicated, which is why he wanted to walk you home. He encouraged you to lean on him for support, noticing your unsteady steps, but you stubbornly insisted on walking on your own, perhaps wanting to show that you could handle your drink. The reality, though, was that your confidence was unwarranted, even if you remained blissfully oblivious to it.
Jongho descended the stairs ahead of you, his confident strides echoing softly in the dimly lit hallway. The atmosphere was charged with laughter and music from the party above, but your focus was solely on him. In a twist of fate, however, your own feet betrayed you. You miscalculated your step, and before you could regain your footing, you felt yourself tipping forward.
Had he not been there, you would have tumbled down several steps, a graceless spectacle for anyone who might have been watching. Instead, you crashed into his back, the impact causing him to lurch slightly forward. The moment was a blur, but instinct kicked in as he turned, his hands reaching out to steady you.
“Whoa there!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and concern. You felt the warmth of his body against yours, and for a fleeting second, the world around you faded away. You took a deep breath, trying to regain your composure, your heart racing not just from the near fall but from the proximity of his presence.
As he looked down at you, a blend of irritation and playful amusement danced in his eyes, making your stomach flutter. “I fell in love with you,” you blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. The confession hung in the air, raw and unfiltered, and you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Jongho raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his gaze. “No, you fell down the stairs,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “Perhaps you should learn to manage your drinks better.” His tone was light, but there was an undeniable warmth in his voice that made your heart skip a beat.
You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension breaking as you both stood there, caught in a moment that felt suspended in time. “Maybe I should,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I think I’d rather fall for you any day.”
His smirk widened, and for a heartbeat, the world around you faded again, leaving just the two of you in that small space, the laughter and music a distant echo. Jongho’s expression softened, and you could see the flicker of something deeper in his eyes, a spark that hinted at the possibility of more than just playful banter.
“Tell me again when you're sober then,” he said, his tone shifting to something more sincere.
Ateez Reaction- Best Friend's Brother is the One for Me
Pairing: Ateez x Fem. Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 9.9k
Summary: You really shouldn't, but how can you resist? It's his fault for flirting with you!
Hongjoong
He carried an air of mystery, always keeping to himself, especially around girls. His quiet demeanor and enigmatic presence made him an intriguing figure, one that drew curious glances and whispered speculations from those around him. He was the kind of boy who seemed to exist in a world of his own, often lost in thought, his dark hair falling just above his eyes, which held a depth that hinted at untold stories. Yet, among his sister's friends, you were the exception; he chose to speak with you.
It started with small exchanges—brief conversations that felt electric, charged with an unspoken connection. You found yourself lingering at their home more often, drawn in by the magnetic pull of his presence. Perhaps you would dial the landline just to hear his voice when he picked up, the way he said your name sending a thrill through you. Each time you heard his laughter, it felt like a secret shared between just the two of you, a moment that belonged to no one else.
You began to arrive early, timing your visits so that you could catch a moment alone with him before your friend arrived. Those stolen moments were precious; you would talk about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing easily as if you had known each other for years. You would steal glances at him when he wasn’t looking, memorizing the way his lips curled into a smile or how his eyes sparkled with mischief. It was undeniable—you have a crush on your best friend's brother.
Every interaction felt like a dance, a delicate balance of friendship and something more. You would often find yourself daydreaming about him, imagining what it would be like to hold his hand or share a secret under the stars. The way he looked at you, with a mix of curiosity and warmth, made you wonder if he felt the same way. You could hardly concentrate on anything else; your thoughts would drift back to him, replaying every moment you spent together like a favorite song stuck on repeat.
As the days turned into weeks, the tension between you grew, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings that lingered just beneath the surface. You could sense that he was different with you, more open, more willing to share pieces of himself that he kept hidden from others. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once, the thrill of the unknown mingling with the fear of what could happen if you crossed that invisible line.
The night stretched on, and while your friend lay in serene slumber, you found yourself restless, tossing and turning in the stillness. Frustrated, you slipped out of bed and wandered into the dim hallway, where a soft glow beckoned from Hongjoong's room. Perhaps it was the weariness that emboldened you to approach and gently knock on his door. When he opened it, surprise flickered across his face. "Y/n? You're not asleep," he remarked, a hint of concern lacing his voice.
You simply shook your head, the question spilling from your lips, "Want some company?" He stepped aside, welcoming you into his space for the first time. As you crossed the threshold, the dark hues of the room enveloped you, yet it felt surprisingly warm and inviting. The walls were adorned with posters and photographs, each telling a story of laughter and memories shared. A low hum of music played softly in the background, creating an atmosphere that was both calming and intimate. You could see the faint outline of his bed, unmade and strewn with clothes, a testament to his creative chaos.
Hongjoong settled onto the edge of his bed, his expression shifting from surprise to a gentle smile that made your heart flutter. "What’s on your mind?" he asked, his voice low and soothing, as if he understood the weight of the night pressing down on you. You hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words, but the truth was that you simply craved the comfort of his presence, the way he always seemed to make the world feel a little less heavy.
"I just… couldn't sleep," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. He glanced at you with a spark of excitement in his eyes, a glimmer that hinted at the hours of dedication and creativity he had poured into his latest project. "I’ve been working on this song… want to listen?" he asked, his voice tinged with anticipation. You nodded, a smile spreading across your face as you settled beside him on the bed.
He placed his laptop on his lap, the screen glowing softly in the dim light of the room, and handed you a pair of headphones, the kind that felt like they were made just for you. As you slipped them on, the world outside faded away, and he pressed play, filling the room with the melody he had crafted. The sound washed over you, a rich tapestry of notes and rhythms that seemed to dance in the air, each chord resonating with emotion.
You had always recognized his talent, the way he could weave stories into his music, but this was the first time you experienced his creations firsthand, the intimacy of the moment amplifying the beauty of the song. It was as if he had opened a window into his soul, and you were grateful for the glimpse. "It’s amazing," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, but the sincerity in your words was unmistakable. His face lit up with a smile, a radiant expression that made your heart swell with pride for him.
Encouraged by your reaction, he eagerly shared more tracks, each one revealing a different facet of his artistry. His passion spilled over in animated conversation, his hands gesturing wildly as he explained the inspiration behind each piece. You could see the way his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, how he became more animated with every note he played as if the music itself was a living entity that thrived on his energy.
As the evening unfolded, you found yourselves nestled together in his bed, the world outside fading away. One of the headphones rested in your ear, while he shared the melody, the other headphone was in his. Your head lay comfortably against his chest, his arm encircling you, fingers gently weaving through your hair, while the other hand remained focused on crafting the perfect tune. Before long, the soothing rhythm lulled you into a peaceful slumber, and when your best friend came searching for you, she felt a mix of disappointment and understanding at the sight of you both entwined in each other's arms.
Seonghwa
Seonghwa's gentle nature and unwavering protectiveness towards his little sister, your best friend, was evident to everyone who knew them. He was the kind of brother who would drop everything to ensure her happiness and safety, always ready with a comforting word or a reassuring smile. Yet, when you crossed paths with him, it felt as if he extended that same warmth to you, igniting a flutter in your chest that was entirely different from the affection you felt for his sister. It was a feeling that was both exhilarating and confusing, a spark that seemed to dance just beneath the surface of your everyday interactions.
How could someone so tender and caring also possess such striking good looks? Seonghwa had an effortless charm that seemed almost unfair. His features were perfectly sculpted, with soft, expressive eyes that held a depth of kindness and understanding. It felt almost unjust that someone could embody both such warmth and such beauty, leaving you in a constant state of admiration. You often found yourself lost in thought, wondering how someone like him could exist in your world, and why he seemed to notice you in ways that made your heart race.
You found yourself captivated by his small gestures—those little moments that seemed so insignificant to anyone else but meant the world to you. The way he would brush your hair aside when it fell into your face, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary, sending a shiver down your spine. Or how he would guide you through crowded streets, his hand gently resting on the small of your back, ensuring you felt safe and secure amidst the chaos. And then there were the times he would drape blankets and jackets over your shoulders, his touch warm and comforting, as if he wanted to shield you from the world’s chill, both literally and metaphorically.
Who else would treat you with such thoughtfulness? It was as if he had an innate ability to sense your needs, to understand when you were feeling overwhelmed or cold, and to respond with a kindness that left you breathless. Each interaction felt like a thread weaving you closer to him, creating a tapestry of shared moments that you cherished deeply. You found yourself looking forward to the times you spent together, each encounter leaving you with a lingering sense of joy and a desire for more.
As you navigated the complexities of your feelings, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way. Did he notice the way your heart raced when he smiled at you? Did he sense the electricity in the air when your hands brushed against each other? Or was it all in your head?
You were at a party without your best friend, trying to take your mind off of her brother. As you nursed your drink, a charming stranger approached, eager to flirt, and you couldn't help but find amusement in his attempts, knowing you had no interest in him. Just then, a charming stranger sauntered over, his confidence radiating as he flashed a disarming smile. He leaned in, eager to flirt, his words smooth and practiced. You couldn’t help but find amusement in his attempts; his pick-up lines were cliché, and his bravado felt forced. You appreciated the attention, but your heart was elsewhere, firmly anchored in thoughts of her brother. You offered polite laughter, nodding along as he spoke, but your mind was only half-listening.
Suddenly, you felt a shift in the air, a presence beside you that pulled your attention away from the stranger. You turned, and to your surprise, it was Seonghwa. He had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, his tall frame cutting through the crowd with an effortless grace. You hadn’t noticed him before, but now his gaze was locked onto you, intense and unwavering as he assessed the situation. For a moment, the world around you faded into the background. You could feel the heat of his scrutiny, and your heart raced as you tried to decipher the emotions playing across his features. Initially, you thought he was merely being protective, perhaps sensing your discomfort with the stranger’s advances. But as you caught a glimpse of the flicker of jealousy dancing in his eyes, a spark of intrigue ignited within you.
What was it about this moment that felt so charged? The way Seonghwa stood there, arms crossed, his jaw set in a firm line, suggested he was not just a casual observer. There was a depth to his expression, a complexity that made your pulse quicken. You felt a rush of excitement mixed with confusion, wondering if he cared more than he let on. You glanced over at Seonghwa, surprised to see him there. "I didn't expect to find you here," you remarked, and as the guy who had been vying for your attention noticed your shift, he retreated, leaving Seonghwa to finally meet your gaze.
"I didn't think you'd be here," he replied, his eyes roaming over you with a warmth that made your heart flutter. It was clear he had indulged a bit too much, his usual composure slipping away, revealing a more genuine side of him that intrigued you.
"Are you having fun?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, trying to gauge his mood. He chuckled softly, the sound rich and inviting, and you felt a rush of warmth at the way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the room.
"More now that you're here," he admitted, his voice low and sincere. The compliment sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a flutter of excitement at the unexpected connection between you two.
As the night wore on, you found yourselves drifting further away from the crowd, the laughter and chatter fading into the background as you shared stories and secrets, each revelation drawing you closer. Seonghwa's laughter was infectious, and you found yourself leaning in, captivated by the way he spoke, his words flowing effortlessly as he shared snippets of his life, his dreams, and the little quirks that made him who he was.
As the evening drew to a close, Seonghwa, ever the gentleman, insisted on escorting you home, determined to ensure your safety. Just before you stepped inside, he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and cradling the back of your head, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that seemed to release all the emotions he had held back. You melted into the moment, your heart racing in response. When he finally broke the kiss, a soft groan escaped him, and he whispered, "I've dreamed of this for so long."
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, and you could see the vulnerability etched on his face. It was a confession that sent your heart soaring, a promise of what could be. In that moment, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, a connection that had been waiting to blossom.
Yunho
From the very first moment you laid eyes on her older brother, your best friend could see the spark in you. He stood tall and charming, radiating a warmth that was impossible to resist, much like a golden retriever that effortlessly captures hearts. His easy smile and the way he carried himself exuded confidence that drew you in, making it hard to look away. It wasn’t your fault that your gaze lingered on him or that a blush crept onto your cheeks whenever he was near. Each time he entered the room, it felt as if the air shifted, charged with an electric energy that made your heart race.
Your best friend delighted in teasing you about your undeniable crush, her laughter ringing like music in your ears as she playfully nudged you whenever he was around. “You’re practically glowing!” she would say, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You would roll your eyes, trying to play it cool, but the warmth spreading across your cheeks betrayed you. You couldn’t help but smile, caught in the delightful web of your feelings.
Every stolen glance and shy smile exchanged between you and her brother felt like a secret world of its own, a thrilling dance of unspoken words and shared moments. You found yourself daydreaming about him, imagining what it would be like to share a laugh, to have him look at you with that same warmth he showed to everyone else. The thought sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, a sweet reminder of the innocence of young love.
As the days turned into weeks, your best friend became your confidante, listening to your ramblings about him with an understanding smile. “You should just tell him how you feel!” she encouraged, her enthusiasm infectious. But the idea of confessing your feelings felt daunting, like standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to leap into the unknown. What if he didn’t feel the same way? The fear of rejection loomed over you, but the thrill of possibility kept you hanging on to your secret.
Your closest friend grew tired of watching you yearn for her brother and took matters into her own hands by arranging a blind date for you. Initially, you felt reluctant, unsure about the whole idea, yet curiosity sparked within you about who she had chosen and whether they could ignite the same feelings in your heart as Yunho did.
As the day of the date approached, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within you. You found yourself oscillating between excitement and dread, imagining the possibilities of meeting someone new while grappling with the lingering thoughts of Yunho. Your friend had insisted that it was time to move on, to explore new connections, but the thought of being with someone else felt like a betrayal to the feelings you had nurtured for Yunho over the years.
Finally, the day arrived, and you found yourself sitting in a quaint café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the sweet scent of pastries. The atmosphere was cozy, with soft music playing in the background, but your mind was anything but calm. You fiddled with your napkin, glancing at the door every few moments, anticipation building for this unknown suitor. Who would it be? Would they be charming? Funny? Would they make you forget about Yunho, even if just for a moment?
Just as you were lost in thought, your heart skipped a beat when the door swung open, and Yunho walked in. Time seemed to slow as he stepped inside, his presence commanding the room. He looked effortlessly handsome, his hair slightly tousled, and that familiar smile lighting up his face. Flushed with embarrassment, you attempted to conceal yourself behind your cup, hoping he wouldn’t notice you. But fate had other plans.
He spotted you almost immediately, his eyes widening in surprise. You felt your cheeks heat up as he made his way over, each step sending a jolt of electricity through you. The world around you faded into a blur, and all you could focus on was the way your heart raced at the sight of him.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” Yunho asked, his voice warm and inviting, as he leaned against the table, a playful grin on his lips. You could hardly form a coherent response, your mind racing with a mix of panic and excitement.
“I, um, I have a date,” you stammered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. His warm grin lit up the room as he settled into the chair across from you, the soft glow of the overhead lights reflecting off his features, making him appear almost ethereal. "So am I," he added, and your eyebrow shot up in surprise, a mix of curiosity and apprehension swirling within you. "Really? With who?" you managed to ask, your heart heavy with uncertainty, each beat echoing the unspoken tension that hung in the air between you.
His smile deepened, a glimmer of affection dancing in his gaze that sent a shiver down your spine. "My sister arranged a date for me," he revealed, the words tumbling out with a casualness that belied the storm of emotions brewing inside you. The thought of him going out with someone else sent your heart into a frantic dance, each thud resonating with a mix of jealousy and disbelief.
"I think it’s you," he finally confessed, his voice low and earnest, leaving you breathless. The world around you seemed to fade away, the noise of the café dimming to a distant hum as his words sank in. Your heart raced, a wild flutter of hope and disbelief intertwining. "Me?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loudly would shatter the fragile reality he had just laid before you.
He nodded, his expression unwavering, the sincerity in his eyes igniting a warmth within you that spread like wildfire. "Yeah, I mean, who else would she set me up with?" His words wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, dispelling the shadows of doubt that had clouded your mind moments before.
"Are you truly alright with this?" you murmured, a blush creeping onto your cheeks, the warmth of the moment enveloping you like a soft blanket. The flickering candlelight cast a gentle glow around the room, illuminating the space between you and him. He met your gaze with a warm smile that seemed to melt away any lingering doubts, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.
Then, leaning over the table, he reached out to grasp your hand gently, his touch sending a shiver of electricity up your arm. The world around you faded into a blur as you focused solely on him, the way his fingers intertwined with yours, creating an unspoken connection that felt both thrilling and comforting.
"Absolutely," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "It's more than just fine." His words wrapped around you like a promise, filling you with a sense of security that you hadn’t realized you craved. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he leaned closer as if the distance between you was too great to bear.
In that moment, the worries that had been swirling in your mind began to dissipate. You felt a rush of warmth spread through your chest, a mixture of excitement and relief. It was as if he had reached into your heart and pulled out the uncertainty, replacing it with a sense of belonging.
Yeosang
Yeosang possessed an enchanting beauty that drew your eyes to him the moment he entered a room, a rare occurrence given his quiet nature, so different from his vivacious sister. While she radiated energy, filling the space with laughter and light, he lingered in the shadows, a soft-spoken presence that intrigued you. His features were delicate yet striking, with deep-set eyes that seemed to hold a world of secrets and a gentle smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.
In contrast to his sister's exuberance, Yeosang exuded a calmness that was both comforting and mysterious. He often sat at the periphery of gatherings, observing rather than participating, his gaze flitting from one person to another but always returning to you. It was in those fleeting moments that you felt a spark, a connection that transcended the noise of the room. You found yourself captivated by the way his lips would curve into a shy smile when he thought no one was looking, or how his eyes would light up with a hint of mischief when he caught you glancing his way.
Yet, there were moments when you caught him stealing glances your way, a blush creeping onto his cheeks that sent your heart racing. It was as if the world around you faded into a blur, leaving just the two of you suspended in a bubble of unspoken words and shared breaths. You could feel the weight of his gaze, a gentle caress that ignited a warmth within you, urging you to look back, to acknowledge the silent conversation unfolding between you.
This unspoken connection blossomed into a silent game, each of you daring to gaze at the other from afar, both too shy to bridge the distance with words. It was a delicate dance of glances and smiles, a language all its own that spoke of longing and curiosity. You would catch his eye across the room, and in that instant, the air would thrum with unexpressed feelings, a tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
You found yourself at your best friend's house for the night, but in a moment of forgetfulness, you left your pajamas behind. Instead of offering you a pair of hers, she playfully handed you some of Yeosang's. You recognized her teasing nature, yet the allure of wearing his clothes was irresistible.
As you slipped into the oversized shirt and soft shorts, you felt an unexpected thrill. The fabric enveloped you in warmth, and the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. It was a mix of fresh laundry and something distinctly him, a scent that made your heart flutter in a way you hadn’t anticipated. You couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of the situation; wearing your best friend's brother's clothes felt both silly and strangely intimate.
Just as you were adjusting the hem of the shirt, Yeosang unexpectedly walked by, his footsteps echoing softly in the hallway. You froze, your heart racing as you caught sight of him. He paused mid-step, his eyes widening in surprise as they landed on you. The moment felt suspended in time, the air thick with an unspoken tension. A rush of heat spread across your cheeks, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.
His gaze lingered on you, a mix of surprise and admiration dancing in his eyes. You could see the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe. The oversized shirt hung loosely on your frame, the sleeves brushing against your arms, and you suddenly felt acutely aware of how you must look—vulnerable yet oddly confident in his clothes.
“Nice look,” he finally said, his voice teasing yet warm, breaking the spell that had enveloped the room.
"I hope this is okay," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, a hint of uncertainty lacing your words. He shook his head slowly, though his gaze remained fixed on you, taking in the sight of you wrapped in his oversized shirt. The fabric hung loosely on your frame, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal your wrists, and the hem brushed against your thighs. It was a sight that made his heart skip a beat.
"Not at all," he replied softly, his voice low and warm, as if he were sharing a secret meant only for you. He cleared his throat, a nervous habit that betrayed the calm facade he tried to maintain. "You look great, but it’s a bit chilly… Would you like a sweatshirt too?"
His gentle offer sent a flutter through your chest, a rush of warmth that contrasted with the cool air around you. You could feel your cheeks warming, a blush creeping up as you met his gaze. There was something undeniably intimate about the way he looked at you, as if he were seeing not just the clothes you wore but the person you were beneath them.
You found yourself nodding in agreement, a smile breaking across your face. "Yeah, that would be nice," you replied, your voice steadier now, emboldened by his kindness.
He smiled back, a genuine, easy smile that made your heart race even faster. He turned to grab a sweatshirt from the back of a nearby chair, the fabric soft and worn, a testament to how often he wore it. As he handed it to you, your fingers brushed against his, and a spark of electricity shot through you, leaving you momentarily breathless.
"Here you go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper now, as if the moment was too precious to disturb with anything louder. You slipped the sweatshirt over your head, the familiar scent of him enveloping you, making you feel safe and warm.
"Thanks," you said, your voice soft, but the gratitude in your tone was unmistakable. You could see the way his eyes lit up at your words, a flicker of something deeper passing between you.
As you settled into the cozy fabric, you caught him watching you again, his expression a mix of admiration and something else—something that made your heart race even more.
San
You and your best friend had been friends since you were little. Which meant you had known San for just as long. When the three of you were little you would have sleepovers, the three of you would huddle together, but sleep often eluded you.
Your best friend, lost in her own dreams, remained blissfully unaware of the turmoil that churned within you. She would occasionally stir, mumbling something sweet in her sleep, but her peacefulness only deepened your sense of isolation. It was in those moments of vulnerability that you felt the weight of your worries pressing down on you, suffocating and relentless.
Yet, amidst the chaos, there was San. He always seemed to sense your turmoil, as if he had an innate ability to read the unspoken language of your heart. With a gentle intuition, he would shift closer, his presence a calming balm against the storm inside you. Gathering you in his comforting embrace, he would wrap his arms around you, creating a cocoon of safety that shielded you from the world’s harshness.
As he gently stroked your hair, his fingers moving in soothing patterns, the weight of your worries began to fade. His touch was like a lullaby, a melody that whispered promises of peace and comfort. With each stroke, you could feel the tension in your body slowly dissipating, the tears that had threatened to spill retreating as you surrendered to the warmth of his embrace. The world outside faded further, and the chaos in your mind began to quiet, replaced by a sense of tranquility that enveloped you like a soft blanket and eventually you'd fall asleep.
Even as the years passed, sleepovers remained a challenge for you, anxiety creeping in like an unwelcome guest. Yet, at your friend's house, you found solace in the quiet hours after she drifted off, slipping into San's room where comfort awaited. He never turned you away or made you feel small for seeking his warmth; instead, he would lift the blanket, inviting you into his space. With gentle strokes through your hair, he held you close, just as he had when you were younger, creating a cocoon of safety that lulled you into slumber, a ritual that continued even as you both entered your teenage years.
As the years passed, you began to see San in a new light; his handsome features and fit physique captivated you, but it was his sweet nature that truly stole your heart. His laughter, rich and infectious, echoed in your mind long after the moments you shared had faded into memory. The way he listened intently when you spoke, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest, made you feel seen in a way that few others could. You found yourself drawn to him, not just for his looks, but for the kindness that radiated from him like a warm glow.
Gradually, you found yourself falling for him, a crush blossoming that felt both thrilling and painful. Each time he flashed that charming smile, your heart would race, and you would feel a flutter in your stomach, a mix of excitement and anxiety. You cherished the moments spent together, whether it was sharing a laugh over a silly joke or engaging in deep conversations that stretched late into the night. Yet, with each shared moment, the weight of your unspoken feelings grew heavier, a secret burden that you carried alone.
Being near him began to sting, the reality of platonic cuddling weighing heavily on your heart. You resolved to end the sleepovers that led you into his bed, opting instead to endure restless nights beside your friend. The following morning, fatigue clung to you like a shadow, leaving you feeling like a mere shell of yourself. As you sat in the living room, waiting for the others to stir, you caught sight of San, the first to rise, already preparing to leave for the gym.
He caught sight of you and approached, a flicker of worry crossing his face. "I thought you might have gone home last night," he remarked softly, his gaze searching yours. "You look like you didn’t sleep well. Why didn’t you come to me?" His concern wrapped around you like a warm blanket, yet it only deepened the ache in your heart. You understood that his concern came from a place of brotherly affection, but it left you longing for something more.
You could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air between you, a delicate tension that seemed to pulse with unspoken feelings. The way he looked at you, with those deep, searching eyes, made your heart race. It was as if he could see right through the facade you had carefully constructed, the one that masked your true emotions.
But instead, you offered a small, shaky smile, hoping to deflect the intensity of the moment. "I just thought I should try to sleep by myself," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt inadequate, a flimsy shield against the vulnerability that threatened to spill over. You could see the concern deepen in his expression, the lines of worry etching themselves more prominently across his brow.
He stepped closer, the warmth of his body radiating towards you, and you could almost feel the unspoken questions swirling in the air. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" he said, his tone earnest, as if he were trying to bridge the gap that had formed between you. "I’m here for you, always."
The sincerity in his voice tugged at your heartstrings, and for a fleeting moment, you imagined what it would be like to lean into that warmth, to let him hold you and chase away the shadows that clung to your thoughts. But the ache in your chest reminded you of the boundaries that had been drawn, the lines that you were both too afraid to cross. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the words you wanted to say felt trapped in your throat. Instead, you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of his support, even as your heart whispered for more. You wanted to reach out, to close the distance between you, to let him know that his concern meant everything to you, but the fear that it wasn't the kind you wished it to be kept you quiet.
It was a struggle to keep the words inside, but they slipped out, "Being this close to you… it hurts." Your voice trembled, and you noticed the confusion and slight pain in his expression, which only deepened your own heartache. The air around you felt thick with unspoken emotions, and the weight of your confession hung heavily between you. "I've developed feelings for you that are more than just friendship…" The heat of your confession flushed your cheeks, a mix of vulnerability and fear coursing through you. You had never intended to lay your heart bare like this, yet the truth had clawed its way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged.
San's response was not what you had braced yourself for. He offered a gentle smile, one that seemed to light up the dim room, and his hand cradled your face with a tenderness that sent a delightful shiver through you. As he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, you felt a rush of warmth envelop you, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had been brewing inside. "It's alright," he murmured, his voice soothing and calm, as if he were trying to ease the storm within you.
You searched his eyes, looking for any sign of rejection, but instead, you found a depth of understanding that made your heart race. "I’ve been hoping you’d realize," he continued softly, and you met his gaze, wide-eyed and breathless. His eyes mirrored the affection you had secretly nurtured. In that moment, you were left to wonder how long he had been watching you with such warmth, how many times he had felt the same pull towards you but had chosen to remain silent.
The realization washed over you like a wave, filling you with a mix of joy and disbelief. You had feared that your feelings would ruin the bond you had built, but here he was, standing before you, ready to embrace the truth you had both been dancing around. "San," you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest, "you mean that?" The vulnerability in your voice was palpable, and you felt exposed, yet somehow safe in his presence. He nodded, his expression earnest, and you could see the flicker of hope in his eyes.
"More than anything," he replied, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. "I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I wasn't sure if I should," he whispered. His admission sent a thrill through you, a mixture of relief and exhilaration. The fear that had gripped your heart began to dissipate, replaced by a burgeoning hope. You had both been caught in a web of unspoken feelings, each too afraid to take the leap, yet here you were, standing on the precipice together.
You took a deep breath, feeling emboldened by his words. "So, what do we do now?" you asked, your heart racing at the possibilities that lay ahead.
He stepped even closer, his gaze unwavering. "We take it one step at a time. We explore this together, see where it leads us. I want to be with you, not just as friends, but as something more."
The sincerity in his voice sent a rush of warmth through you, and you felt a smile break across your face, a genuine expression of the joy that was bubbling up inside. "I’d like that," you replied, your voice steady now, filled with newfound confidence.
San’s smile widened, and in that moment, the air around you shifted. The weight of your confession had transformed into a lightness, a shared understanding that you were both ready to embrace.
As he leaned in closer, you felt your heart race, anticipation coursing through your veins. His lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, a comforting heat that enveloped you like a soft blanket on a chilly night. Time seemed to stand still as you savored the sweetness of the kiss, the way his lips brushed against yours, tentative yet filled with an unspoken promise.
You melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him, fulfilling a longing that had simmered for months. Every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every shared laugh had led to this moment, and now it felt as if the universe had conspired to bring you together. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of warmth and desire that sent shivers down your spine.
As the kiss deepened, you felt a rush of emotions flooding through you—joy, relief, and an exhilarating sense of freedom. It was as if all the walls you had built around your heart were crumbling, leaving you vulnerable yet exhilarated. You could feel the rhythm of your heart syncing with his, a silent promise that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.
Mingi
When you were younger, you were slightly scared of your best friend's brother. He was very tall, and had sharp features which made him quite intimidating, it also didn't help that he didn't realize how strong he was either. This presence was magnetic, drawing your gaze and quickening your heartbeat, igniting a complex blend of fear and intrigue that you couldn't quite comprehend at the time.
As a child, you often found yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions whenever he entered the room. His mere existence seemed to command attention, and you would watch from a distance, captivated by the way he moved with confidence and ease. The way he laughed, the way he interacted with others, all of it left you in awe. You admired his charisma, yet the very traits that made him so compelling also filled you with a sense of trepidation. You were acutely aware of the gap between your youthful innocence and the undeniable allure he exuded.
However, as the years passed and you both grew older, that initial fear began to transform. The intimidation that once held you back slowly morphed into a powerful attraction, a magnetic pull that drew you closer to him. You found yourself noticing the subtleties of his personality—the kindness in his eyes, the warmth of his smile, and the way he could make even the most mundane moments feel special. The traits that had once seemed daunting now sparked a deep desire within you, awakening feelings you had never anticipated.
The three of you ventured to the party, prompted by the sight of him trying to slip away, with his sister insisting he bring you both along or face their parents' wrath. The atmosphere was electric as you arrived, the music pulsing through the air and laughter spilling out from every corner of the house. You could feel the excitement thrumming in your veins, a mix of anticipation and curiosity about what the night would hold.
As the night unfolded and the drinks flowed, a delightful buzz enveloped you, emboldening you to dive into the party games that seemed to be the heartbeat of the gathering. The room was filled with a kaleidoscope of faces, some familiar and others new, all drawn together by the promise of fun and mischief. Your friend, ever the instigator, was quick to seize the moment. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she entered your name for a kissing game, not wanting to be the sole participant in what was sure to be a hilarious and slightly scandalous adventure.
Little did you know, this playful decision would land you and Mingi hidden away in a closet, hearts racing and laughter echoing in the dim light. The door creaked shut behind you, plunging you into a world of shadows and whispers. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and a hint of something sweet, perhaps the remnants of a spilled drink. You could hear the muffled sounds of the party outside, the music and laughter a distant echo that only heightened the thrill of your secretive hideaway.
Mingi stood close, his presence both comforting and electrifying. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a stark contrast to the coolness of the closet. The two of you exchanged nervous glances, laughter bubbling up as you both realized the absurdity of the situation. "This is ridiculous," he chuckled, his voice low and playful, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine.
"Yeah, but it’s kind of fun, right?" you replied, your heart pounding not just from the thrill of the game but from the proximity of him. The dim light cast soft shadows on his face, highlighting the way his eyes sparkled with mischief. You could feel the tension in the air, a mix of anticipation and the unspoken connection that had been simmering between you.
His voice danced in the air, teasingly asking, "You know what comes next, right?" A playful smirk tugged at his lips, and warmth flooded your cheeks as you nodded, unable to hide your excitement. The atmosphere around you crackled with anticipation, each heartbeat echoing the thrill of the moment. "And you're really okay with that?" he pressed, his eyebrow arching in curiosity, prompting another eager nod from you.
"Well… I mean…" your voice faltered, cheeks aflame, "I'm fine with it if you are," you managed to say, trying to sound nonchalant despite the wild fluttering in your chest. The words felt like a fragile promise, hanging in the air between you, filled with unspoken possibilities.
"I'm more than alright with it," he murmured, his voice low and inviting, as he closed the space between you. The world around you faded into a blur, the only thing that mattered was the magnetic pull drawing you closer together. His hand gently cradled the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, sending shivers down your spine.
As he leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushed against your skin, igniting a fire within you. The moment felt suspended in time, a delicate balance of hesitation and desire. Then, he captured your lips with his in a soft, electrifying kiss that sent shockwaves through your entire being. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a sweet collision of longing and affection, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.
You melted into him, the world around you dissolving into nothingness as you surrendered to the moment. His lips moved against yours with a gentle urgency, each caress igniting a spark that traveled from your lips to the very core of your being. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, enveloping you in a cocoon of safety and exhilaration.
As the kiss deepened, your heart raced, each thump echoing the thrill of this newfound connection. You could taste the sweetness of his breath, the intoxicating blend of mint and something uniquely him, and it made you crave more. You lost yourself in the rhythm of the kiss, the way he held you close, as if you were the only two people in the universe.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes sparkled with mischief and something deeper, a promise of what was to come. You both lingered in the moment, breathless and wide-eyed, the air thick with unspoken words, each one hanging like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.
His hands moved from your hair to your waist, pulling you closer, as if he wanted to merge your very beings into one. You could feel the heat radiating from him, a warmth that seeped into your skin and ignited every nerve ending. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and yet, it felt so right. You had never experienced anything like this before—this heady mix of desire and tenderness that made your heart race and your mind spin.
As he pulled back slightly, his eyes searched yours, a playful glint dancing in their depths. "Hey, that was pretty good," he said, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down your spine. The teasing lilt in his tone made you smile, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection for him in that moment.
"Yeah, it was good," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, still caught in the afterglow of the kiss. You could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks, and you hoped he couldn’t see just how flustered you were.
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and inviting, and it made your heart flutter all over again. "I have a feeling this is just the beginning." His gaze held a promise, a hint of mischief that made your pulse quicken.
"What do you mean?" you asked, curiosity piqued. Your heart raced at the thought of what might come next.
He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your ear, sending another wave of shivers through you. "I mean, there’s so much more to explore, so many more moments like this waiting for us." His words were laced with a confidence that both thrilled and terrified you.
You swallowed hard, the weight of his implication settling over you like a warm blanket. "Are you sure you want to? What about your sister?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. The vulnerability in your question hung in the air, but you needed to know if he felt the same way you did.
"Absolutely," he replied, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression earnest and sincere. "I want to explore every part of this with you. As for my sister… She'll understand."
Wooyoung
Wooyoung has a playful charm that often earns him a light smack on the head from his sister, your best friend, who protects her friends from his flirtations. She has always been the guardian of your little group, ready to step in whenever she senses that Wooyoung is about to unleash his signature brand of mischief. With a quick roll of her eyes and a playful shove, she reminds him to keep his antics in check, but there’s a warmth in her reprimands that suggests she knows he means no harm.
Yet, in her absence, Wooyoung seems to shed his usual restraint, becoming even bolder in his approach. The way he leans in a little closer, the way his laughter dances in the air, it all leaves you questioning the intentions behind his teasing glances. Are they meant for you? The thought sends a thrill through you, igniting a spark of hope that you can’t quite extinguish.
You find yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, your heart racing as you try to decipher the meaning behind his playful smirks and lingering gazes. Each time he catches your eye, a flutter of excitement courses through you, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. You wonder if this is just a figment of your imagination, a trick your heart is playing on you, or if there’s something more beneath the surface of his flirtation.
As you navigate this confusing terrain of feelings, you can’t help but replay moments in your mind—the way he brushes his fingers against yours when he hands you a drink, the way his laughter seems to resonate just a little louder when you’re around. It’s as if the world fades away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of unspoken possibilities.
But doubt lingers in the back of your mind. Is it possible that you’re reading too much into his actions? After all, Wooyoung is known for his playful nature, and perhaps this is just another game to him. You find yourself torn between the thrill of hope and the fear of disappointment, wondering if you should take a leap of faith or keep your heart safely tucked away.
You made up your mind that the next time he teased you, you would flirt back, eager to see how he would respond. True to form, Wooyoung wasted no time as soon as his sister slipped away, flashing that charming smirk that always sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He slid into the seat next to you with an effortless grace, his arm draping casually over the back of your chair, a gesture that felt both familiar and electrifying.
“At last, I get my moment; she takes up all your time,” he complained playfully, his voice laced with mock exasperation. You couldn’t help but lean into him, the warmth of his presence drawing you in like a moth to a flame. A smile danced on your lips, a mix of mischief and anticipation.
“Well, you could always ask me to hang out, you know,” you suggested, your tone light but your heart racing. You watched as his eyebrow arched in curiosity, a spark of excitement flickering in his eyes, igniting a thrill within you.
“Oh really?” he replied, leaning in closer, the space between you shrinking as the air thickened with unspoken possibilities. His breath brushed against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel the weight of his gaze, intense and searching, as if he were trying to decipher the hidden meanings behind your words.
“Yeah, I mean, I’m not always busy with your sister,” you said, trying to sound casual, but the way your heart raced betrayed your calm facade.
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and inviting. “Is that so? I had no idea I was competing with her for your attention.” His tone was teasing, but there was an underlying sincerity that made your heart flutter even more.
“Maybe you should step up your game then,” you shot back, your confidence growing with each passing second. “I’m not that hard to impress.”
Wooyoung leaned back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. “Challenge accepted. What do you have in mind?”
You paused, considering your options. The possibilities felt endless, and the thrill of the moment made your mind race. “How about a movie night? Just the two of us. I promise I won’t talk through the whole thing,” you added with a wink, knowing full well how much you loved to chat during films.
"I could think of a few ways to keep you quiet." His voice was a teasing whisper as he leaned in, a playful glint in his eyes that sent your heart racing with excitement. Just as the air thickened with unspoken promises, Wooyoung's sister swooped in, yanking him by the ear and pulling him away from you.
“Ouch! That really hurt!” he whined, though the mischievous smile lingering on his face betrayed his true feelings.
As she dragged him away, he turned back to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He shot you a wink, a playful promise that this wasn’t the end, leaving you breathless and wanting more. Your heart fluttered in your chest, a mix of disappointment and exhilaration coursing through you.
The guilt lingered as you joined Wooyoung for a movie, fully aware that his sister, your friend, would frown upon it. Then, in a moment that felt both electric and inevitable, Wooyoung turned to you, his gaze intense and searching. The world around you faded away, and all that mattered was the space between you. When his lips brushed against yours, it was as if a dam had broken, releasing all the pent-up emotions you had been trying to suppress. The warmth of his kiss enveloped you, melting away your worries and fears, leaving only the sweetness of the moment.
Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the kiss, the movie forgotten. The guilt that had clung to you like a shadow began to dissipate, replaced by a rush of exhilaration and longing. You felt alive, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that you had never anticipated. Wooyoung's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, and you surrendered to the moment, allowing yourself to forget the consequences.
As the kiss deepened, you knew that this was a turning point. The thrill of the unknown danced in your chest, mingling with the remnants of guilt. You were aware that this could change everything, but in that instant, all that mattered was the connection you shared. The world outside faded away, and you were left with the warmth of his embrace, the taste of his lips, and the undeniable chemistry that crackled between you.
Jongho
Your families shared an unbreakable bond, spending countless moments together, especially during weddings that captivated your best friend’s heart. As children, the two of you would often lose yourselves in fantasies, crafting elaborate plans for your dream weddings. You would sit for hours, surrounded by pillows and blankets, creating a world where anything was possible. You envisioned grand ballrooms adorned with flowers, shimmering lights, and a sea of smiling faces. Each detail was meticulously imagined, from the perfect dress to the ideal venue, and you would giggle at the thought of the perfect cake that would tower over the guests, adorned with delicate icing and fresh blooms.
As children, the two of you would often lose yourselves in fantastical daydreams, crafting elaborate plans for your dream weddings. You would sit for hours, surrounded by pillows and blankets, creating a world where anything was possible. You envisioned grand ballrooms adorned with flowers, shimmering lights, and a sea of smiling faces. Each detail was meticulously imagined, from the perfect dress to the ideal venue, and you would giggle at the thought of the perfect cake that would tower over the guests, adorned with delicate icing and fresh blooms.
One particularly memorable day, the playful imagination that had fueled your childhood dreams took a delightful turn toward reality. With a spark of inspiration, you decided to bring your fantasies to life. You managed to persuade her brother, Jongho, to step into the role of the groom, a task that he accepted with a mix of amusement and enthusiasm. The two of you transformed your backyard into a makeshift wedding venue, complete with makeshift decorations and a makeshift altar that you crafted from garden chairs and twinkling fairy lights.
Dressed in a beautiful bride's attire that you had pieced together from your mother’s old clothes and accessories, you felt a rush of excitement. The laughter and joy of your families filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and love that enveloped you like a cozy blanket. They gathered around, their faces beaming with delight as they captured every moment on video, their laughter echoing in the background. Each snapshot and recording became a cherished memory, a testament to the bond you all shared.
As the day unfolded, you exchanged playful vows with Jongho, your voices filled with laughter and innocence. The world around you faded away, and for that brief moment, you were living out the dreams you had spun together as children. The joy of the day lingered long after the sun had set, leaving behind a treasure trove of memories that would follow you into your teenage years.
Whenever your families gathered, the topic of the pretend wedding would inevitably arise, leaving you and Jongho flushed with embarrassment. The laughter would echo around the room, a chorus of teasing remarks and playful nudges aimed at the two of you. You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, a telltale sign of your discomfort, while Jongho would often look down, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Yet, amidst the lighthearted banter, your parents exchanged knowing glances, as if they sensed the unspoken connection between you two, a bond that had formed in the innocent days of childhood but had since deepened in ways you both were reluctant to acknowledge.
Although you had always maintained a careful distance, drawing lines in the sand to protect yourselves from the implications of those childhood games, you couldn't shake the feeling that ever since that charade, your heart had quietly chosen him as its own. It was a realization that crept up on you in the quiet moments—when you caught his eye across a crowded room, or when his laughter rang out like music, stirring something deep within you. You remembered the way he had looked in that makeshift tuxedo, the way he had held your hand with a seriousness that belied the silliness of the situation.
As the years passed, those memories transformed from mere childhood antics into something more profound. You found yourself replaying those moments in your mind, wondering if he felt the same way, if he too had been haunted by the echoes of that pretend wedding. The thought made your heart race, a mix of hope and fear swirling within you.
Every family gathering became a bittersweet reminder of what could be, a dance of emotions that left you both exhilarated and anxious. You would catch glimpses of him, laughing with your siblings, or helping your parents in the kitchen, and each time, it felt like a thread was being woven between you, binding your hearts together in a tapestry of shared history and unspoken dreams.
But the fear of crossing that invisible line held you back. What if the playful teasing turned into something more serious? What if the connection you both felt was just a figment of your imagination, a remnant of childhood innocence that had no place in the complexities of adulthood?
After yet another family gathering, you slipped away from the chatter and stepped into the cool night air. Moments later, Jongho joined you, standing silently by your side. The stillness lingered until he finally spoke, shattering the calm. "I suppose it's time, isn't it?" he said, glancing at you with a hint of uncertainty. His voice was low, almost hesitant, as if he were testing the waters of a conversation that had been brewing for far too long. You turned to meet his gaze, your heart racing as you locked eyes with him. There was something in his expression—an earnestness that made your cheeks flush and your breath hitch in your throat.
"I should probably ask you out, right?" he continued, his cheeks mirroring your own blush, a soft pink that contrasted with the night sky. The way he stumbled over his words made your heart swell; it was endearing, and you could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on both of you.
"Yeah…" you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, a shy smile creeping onto your lips. The warmth of his presence was intoxicating, and you could feel the tension in the air shift, crackling with unspoken possibilities. "I guess so." He took a small step closer, the space between you shrinking as he searched your face for a sign, a confirmation that you felt the same way. The world around you faded into a blur, the laughter and chatter from the gathering becoming a distant echo. All that mattered was this moment, this connection that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
Pairing: Ateez x Fem. Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 5.3k
Summary: Kissing and Sex aren't the only forms of intimacy: Random Intimate Scenarios.
Hongjoong
Having Deep and Vulnerable Conversations.
You gently tap on the door to his studio, your heart racing as you peek inside. Hongjoong glances back, and upon seeing you, he removes his headphones and turns his chair to face you fully. "Hey, baby," he greets, but the concern in your eyes quickly shifts his demeanor. Rising from his seat, he approaches you, his hands finding your arms as he tenderly caresses them. "Do you want to talk?" he inquires softly, and you respond with a nod, feeling the warmth of his presence envelop you.
As he leads you to a cozy couch in the studio, the atmosphere shifts, becoming a safe haven where you can lay bare your thoughts. The walls, once echoing with the sounds of creativity, now seem to lean in, listening intently. Hongjoong settles beside you, his gaze unwavering, encouraging you to share what weighs on your heart. You take a deep breath, the air thick with anticipation, and begin to unravel the tangled threads of your feelings. With each word, you can feel the tension in your chest slowly dissipating, soothed by his unwavering support. He nods along, his eyes never leaving yours, reflecting a deep understanding that makes you feel seen and heard.
As you speak, Hongjoong reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, a silent promise that you are not alone in this moment. His thumb gently strokes the back of your hand, a calming rhythm that helps to ease your anxiety. You can see the wheels turning in his mind as he processes your words, ready to offer comfort and insight.
“Sometimes it feels like everything is just too much,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. “Like I’m drowning in expectations and worries, and I don’t know how to keep my head above water.” The vulnerability in your admission hangs in the air, heavy yet liberating.
Hongjoong’s expression softens further, his brow furrowing slightly as he absorbs your words. “I get it,” he replies, his voice steady and reassuring. “Life can be overwhelming, and it’s okay to feel that way. You don’t have to carry it all by yourself.” He leans in closer, his presence a steady anchor amidst the storm of your thoughts.
You take another deep breath, feeling the weight of his understanding wash over you. “I just… I don’t want to let anyone down. I feel like I’m constantly trying to meet everyone’s expectations, and it’s exhausting.” The confession spills out, raw and unfiltered, as you search his eyes for reassurance.
Hongjoong nods, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “You’re not defined by what others expect of you. You’re so much more than that. You have your own dreams, your own path, and it’s okay to prioritize your own happiness.” His words resonate deeply, striking a chord within you that you didn’t realize was so tightly wound.
“But what if I fail?” you ask, a hint of fear creeping into your voice. “What if I disappoint everyone?”
“Failure is part of the journey,” he replies, his tone firm yet gentle. “It doesn’t mean you’re not trying or that you’re not enough. It’s just a stepping stone to something greater. And I’ll be right here with you, no matter what.” His sincerity wraps around you like a warm blanket, easing the chill of doubt that had settled in your heart.
You look down at your intertwined hands, the simple gesture grounding you further. “Thank you for always being here for me,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Hongjoong smiles softly, his eyes sparkling with affection. “You don’t have to worry about that. We’re a team, remember? I’ll always support you, even when things get tough.” He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, a tender reminder of his unwavering.
Seonghwa
Placing a hand on your forehead to check if they have a fever.
After weeks of Seonghwa's hectic schedule, you finally carved out a precious day together, and you both decided to make it unforgettable. The morning began with a cozy breakfast at a charming café, followed by a leisurely stroll through the park, where laughter mingled with the gentle rustle of leaves. The excitement continued as you explored a vibrant shopping strip, playfully selecting Lego sets for each other to do later tonight before going out for a final meal at your favorite shared restaurant.
However, as the day wore on, you began to feel a creeping fatigue that you tried to ignore. A slight ache in your body and a tickle in your throat hinted at an illness that threatened to overshadow the joy of the day. But you were determined not to let anything dampen this rare time with Seonghwa. You pushed through the discomfort, focusing on the moments that mattered most.
As you both arrived at the dorms, the weariness in your body became increasingly apparent, your complexion a shade paler than usual. Seonghwa attributed it to the long day you had both endured. Yet, when you stepped into his room and he noticed the subtle tremor in your shoulders, worry etched across his face. "Darling," he murmured, gently urging you to take a seat while searching your eyes for answers. "Are you okay?" he inquired softly. You offered a nod and a reassuring smile, but deep down, you sensed the illness creeping closer.
His fingers lightly caressed your cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, before his palm rested against your forehead, a tender gesture reminiscent of a caring mother. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of comfort and vulnerability that made your heart race. "Jagiya, you're quite warm," he remarked with a hint of concern, his brow furrowing slightly as he took in your flushed complexion.
Then, without hesitation, he knelt before you, cradling your hands in his, his grip gentle yet firm, as if he were trying to transfer some of his strength to you. "How long have you been feeling unwell?" he inquired, his voice low and soothing, and your shy bite of the lip spoke volumes, revealing the struggle you had been hiding. "You should have told me you weren't feeling your best," he said softly, his tone laced with disappointment, not in you, but in the situation.
"But I didn't want to spoil our date…" you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, the weight of your words hanging in the air between you.
He shook his head, a small smile breaking through the concern etched on his face. "It wouldn't have spoiled anything. We could have stayed here, watching movies together, allowing you to rest, my silly girl."
The way he said "my silly girl" made your heart flutter, a mix of affection and warmth that enveloped you like a cozy blanket. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he genuinely cared for you, and it made you feel both cherished and guilty for not being honest sooner.
"I just wanted to enjoy this time with you," you confessed, your voice trembling slightly. "I didn't want to ruin the mood."
He squeezed your hands gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing rhythm. "You could never ruin the mood for me, not when it comes to you. Your well-being is what matters most. We can always reschedule our plans, but I can't bear to see you unwell."
His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. It was comforting to know that he valued your health and happiness above all else.
Yunho
Gently brushing hair out of your face.
Yunho thrived on creating memories with those he cherished. He believed that life was a collection of moments, and he was determined to fill his with laughter, joy, and the warmth of friendship. So, when news broke of a new pub debuting in town, boasting a tempting mix of drinks and an enticing ramen menu, he couldn’t contain his excitement. The thought of exploring this fresh venue with his closest friends filled him with anticipation.
Without wasting a moment, Yunho eagerly gathered the members of his group, including you, his favorite companion. He animatedly shared the details of the pub, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as he described the vibrant atmosphere and the promise of delicious food. “We have to check it out together!” he insisted, his infectious energy making it hard for anyone to resist.
After some juggling of schedules—coordinating between busy lives and commitments—the stars finally aligned. The day arrived, and the nine of you found yourselves at the charming little pub, its exterior adorned with twinkling lights that beckoned you inside. As you stepped through the door, the warm, inviting ambiance enveloped you, filled with the rich aroma of simmering broth and the sound of laughter echoing off the walls.
Settled around a spacious table, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The menu was a colorful array of options, each dish more tempting than the last. As drinks were served—glasses clinking and laughter spilling into the air—conversations erupted, each member sharing their thoughts on which ramen dishes to indulge in.
As the evening unfolded, you and San placed your food order, adding a few extra drinks to the mix. Both of you, the lightweights of the group, were already feeling the warm embrace of the alcohol, your cheeks flushed and your eyes shimmering with excitement. Yunho couldn't help but find you utterly charming in this state, his gaze lingering on you as if you were the only one in the room. When the food finally arrived, everyone eagerly admired the spread before them, except for Yunho, who had quietly risen from his seat to stand behind you.
Yunho gently swept your hair away from your face, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. As you gazed up at him, a blend of confusion and warmth filled your heart, making it difficult to focus on anything else. His smile was disarming, a mix of mischief and tenderness that made you feel both safe and exhilarated. "I'm just tying your hair back, baby," he reassured you, his voice low and soothing, as if he could sense the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.
You felt a delightful flutter in your chest, surrendering to his touch as he gathered your hair into a neat ponytail. The way he concentrated on the task, his brow slightly furrowed, made you want to giggle and blush all at once. It was such a simple act, yet it felt intimate, as if he was creating a little world just for the two of you. Once he settled back into his seat beside you, a shy smile crept onto your lips, the warmth of his presence wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.
"Thanks, Yun…" you whispered, your voice soft and sweet, the words barely escaping your lips. The moment hung in the air, and you could see the faint blush blooming on his cheeks, a delightful shade of pink that made your heart race even faster. He looked away for a moment, trying to hide his embarrassment, but the way his eyes sparkled told you he was just as affected by the moment as you were.
"No problem, now eat, babe," he encouraged, gesturing toward your ramen with a playful nod. His tone was light, but there was an underlying sincerity that made you feel cared for. You glanced down at the steaming bowl in front of you, the rich aroma wafting up and teasing your senses. With a smile still lingering on your lips, you picked up your chopsticks, feeling a sense of comfort in the simple act of sharing a meal together.
As you took your first bite, the warmth of the ramen filled your mouth, but it was the warmth of Yunho's presence that truly nourished your soul. You could feel his gaze on you, a gentle encouragement that made you want to savor every moment. "How is it?" he asked, leaning in slightly, his curiosity evident. You looked up, meeting his eyes, and couldn't help but smile wider.
"It's amazing, just like you," you replied playfully.
Yeosang
Gently blowing into your eye to help them get something out of it.
You found yourself on a beach trip with Yeosang and his fellow members, the sun shining just enough to make the day enjoyable, even if swimming was off the table. Wooyoung, with a playful glint in his eye, dared you to a sandcastle-building contest, claiming that the victor would earn Yeosang's affection. Yeosang, with a bemused sigh, remarked that you had already won his affection, but his words faded into the background as you eagerly accepted Wooyoung's challenge, excitement bubbling within you.
As you both set to work, the sun warmed your skin, and the sound of laughter from the other members faded into a pleasant hum. You sculpted towers and moats, pouring your creativity into every grain of sand. Wooyoung, not one to back down easily, was equally determined, his castle taking shape beside yours with impressive speed. Every now and then, you stole glances at Yeosang, who had shifted his position to watch the contest unfold. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline at the thought of impressing him. The other members cheered you on, their playful banter filling the air as they offered unsolicited advice and encouragement.
As the time was called, the members gathered around to evaluate your sandcastles, their laughter and chatter filling the air. You absentmindedly wiped the sweat from your forehead, only to feel a grain of sand slip into your eye, causing you to instinctively squint. The sharp irritation caused you to instinctively squint, your vision blurring as you tried to shake off the discomfort.
While everyone else was engrossed in the competition, their voices rising in excitement as they critiqued each other's creations, Yeosang's keen gaze caught your discomfort. He was standing a few feet away, his attention momentarily diverted from the sandcastles to you. With a look of concern etched on his face, he stepped closer, his presence a calming force amidst the chaos. He gently lifted your chin, urging you to meet his concerned eyes, which sparkled with empathy and care.
"What's wrong?" he inquired softly, his voice cutting through the noise around you like a gentle wave. You could see the worry in his expression, and it made your heart flutter unexpectedly.
"I think I got sand in my eye," you replied, trying to blink it away, but the irritation only intensified, making it difficult to focus on anything else.
"Just hold it open for a moment," he instructed, his tone soothing and confident. You complied, feeling a mix of vulnerability and trust as you let him take charge of the situation. With a tender breath, he blew softly into your eye, the cool air providing a brief moment of relief. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
Then, with deft precision, he reached up and carefully removed the offending grain, his touch both gentle and reassuring. The world around you faded into the background as you focused solely on him, the way his brow furrowed in concentration and the kindness that radiated from his gaze. As he finished, a sense of relief washed over you, and you blinked a few times, the irritation finally subsiding.
"Better?" he asked, a small smile breaking through the concern that had clouded his features. You nodded, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the sun.
"Much better, thank you," you replied.
San
Rubbing your stomach when your stomach hurts.
San observed it during dinner, the way you sat with your shoulders slightly slumped, your gaze fixed on your plate rather than the lively conversation around you. The laughter of friends and the clinking of cutlery felt distant as if you were encased in a bubble of discomfort. He chose silence, sensing the weight of your unspoken struggle, and instead offered a comforting hand on your back. His gentle rubs were a wordless promise of support, a silent acknowledgment that he was there for you, even if you couldn’t find the words to express what you were feeling.
Once home, the dam broke; the moment the door clicked shut behind you, tears streamed down your face, hot and unrelenting, as you clutched your abdomen. The pain was sharp, a reminder of the turmoil within, and it felt as if the world had narrowed down to just you and the ache that consumed you. San’s heart raced, worry etched on his features as he watched you crumble. He felt helpless, wanting to take away your pain but unsure how to do so.
Then, as if a light had flickered on in his mind, realization dawned. "Cramps?" he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, filled with a mix of concern and understanding. You nodded, a pout forming on your lips, the tears still glistening in your eyes. It was a simple acknowledgment, but it carried the weight of everything you were feeling—frustration, discomfort, and a longing for relief.
San moved closer, his presence a steady anchor amidst the storm of emotions. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace, his warmth enveloping you like a soft blanket. "Let’s get you some medicine," he murmured, his voice soothing as he brushed a thumb across your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "And maybe a heating pack? I’ll make you some tea too."
San gently lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bed where he lovingly tucked you beneath the soft covers. With a tender kiss on your forehead, he hurried off to fetch the medicine and a heating pack. When he returned, the sight of him brought a small smile to your lips, even through the discomfort. He held the pain relief medication in one hand, and his other hand was steadying the heating pack. With a gentle insistence, he encouraged you to take the medication, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and love. Once you had swallowed the pills, he carefully adjusted the heating pack against your lower back, the warmth seeping into your muscles and providing a soothing relief that made you sigh in gratitude.
San then disappeared into the kitchen, and you could hear the soft clinking of dishes as he prepared something special for you. Moments later, he returned with a steaming cup of your favorite tea, the fragrant aroma filling the air and wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. He placed the cup on the bedside table, ensuring it was within easy reach, before climbing in beside you.
Settling in as the protective big spoon, he positioned himself with a careful consideration for your comfort, his body radiating warmth against your back. His hand found its way to your lower abdomen, and he began to soothe the cramping with gentle, rhythmic strokes.
"My poor baby," he murmured, his voice laced with genuine sympathy, each word wrapping around you like a soft embrace. You could hear the concern in his tone, and it made your heart swell with appreciation. In that moment, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having him by your side, a partner who not only understood your pain but was willing to do everything in his power to ease it. You nestled deeper into his warmth, feeling lucky to have someone so caring and devoted, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift into a peaceful state, comforted by his presence.
Mingi
Drying off your hair after a shower or coming in from the rain.
At first, Mingi barely noticed the damp strands that framed your face. He thought it was just a sign of your busy life, a quick dash out the door without a moment to spare. But once you both settled into the rhythm of living together, he began to see the pattern: your hair was often still wet, not from haste but from a perpetual list of tasks that always seemed to take precedence. While you brushed aside the need to dry it, Mingi found himself fretting over the chill in the air, concerned that your carefree attitude towards your hair might lead to a cold.
At first, he softly suggested that you should dry your hair whenever it got damp, but you always dismissed him, insisting it would dry on its own. You would laugh off his concerns, brushing them aside as if they were mere trifles. "It’s just hair," you would say with a wave of your hand, your voice light and carefree. He would smile, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes, a silent plea for you to understand the importance of taking care of yourself.
As the days turned into weeks, he noticed how your hair would often remain damp for hours, the strands clinging together in a way that made him uneasy. He cared for you deeply, and it pained him to see you neglecting something so simple yet so vital. When he understood that he couldn't sway you to take action, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
One day, after you stepped out of the shower, the steam still swirling around you, he stood there with a towel, a playful glint in his eyes. You looked at him, puzzled, your brow furrowing in confusion. "What are you doing?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice. But before you could ask any further questions, he placed the towel over your head, enveloping you in its warmth.
He began to tenderly dry your hair, his touch both gentle and intimate. The fabric of the towel was soft against your skin, and you felt a rush of warmth not just from the towel, but from the way he was looking at you—his eyes filled with affection and determination. You could feel the care in his movements as he worked through the damp strands, his fingers weaving through your hair with a practiced ease.
At first, you were taken aback, caught off guard by his sudden assertiveness. But as he continued, you found yourself relaxing into the moment, the tension of the day melting away. The gentle tugging and patting felt soothing, almost like a quiet ritual that you never knew you needed. You could hear the soft rustle of the towel and the rhythmic sound of your breaths mingling in the air, creating a cocoon of intimacy around you both.
After that, a sweet ritual blossomed between you two, one that felt like a secret world carved out just for the two of you amidst the chaos of everyday life. Each time you would bring a soft, fluffy towel and settle down comfortably in front of Mingi, a sense of warmth enveloped the moment. He would chuckle softly, a sound that resonated with affection, as he prepared to dry your hair.
As he gently ran the towel through your damp locks, the simple act transformed into something far more profound—a cherished moment that you both eagerly anticipated. It was a time when the outside world faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of intimacy and care. You could feel the tenderness in his touch, the way he took his time, as if he were savoring every second of this shared experience.
With each stroke of the towel, you could see the delight in Mingi’s eyes, his heart warming at the sight of your joy and cuteness. It was as if he was capturing a piece of your happiness, storing it away in his heart to revisit later. The way he smiled, a mix of playfulness and genuine affection, made you feel cherished and adored.
As time went on, this simple act became a cornerstone of your relationship, a reminder of the little things that mattered most. You would often find yourself looking forward to it, counting down the moments until you could once again settle in front of him, feeling the warmth of his presence and the gentle care of his hands. It was a ritual that spoke volumes, a sweet reminder that love often resides in the smallest of gestures.
Wooyoung
Whispering into your ear.
Your connection with Wooyoung often raises eyebrows among those who observe your interactions. He is a whirlwind of energy, vibrant and exuberant, thriving in the company of others and lighting up any room he enters with his infectious laughter and charismatic presence. In stark contrast, you tend to be more subdued, finding comfort in the quiet corners of life. Social events can feel overwhelming to you, draining your energy and leaving you yearning for the solace of solitude.
Yet, despite these stark differences in personality and social preferences, there exists an undeniable bond between you two that draws you together effortlessly, like magnets pulled by an unseen force. It’s a connection that defies conventional expectations, embodying the beauty of opposites attracting.
When you are with Wooyoung, his vivacity seems to awaken something within you, coaxing you out of your shell and inviting you to experience the world through his exuberant lens. You find yourself laughing more, engaging in conversations that spark joy, and even stepping outside your comfort zone in ways you never thought possible. His enthusiasm is contagious, and while you may not share his love for large gatherings, you appreciate the moments of connection that arise in quieter settings, where the two of you can share your thoughts and dreams without the noise of the outside world.
Conversely, Wooyoung finds a sense of balance in your calm demeanor. Your presence offers him a refuge from the chaos of his vibrant lifestyle, a space where he can unwind and reflect. He admires your ability to listen deeply and your thoughtful insights, which often provide him with a different perspective on life. In your quiet moments together, he discovers a depth of connection that transcends the superficial interactions he often encounters in larger social circles.
Wooyoung had invited you to join a gathering with friends you barely knew, but his enthusiasm was infectious, so you agreed. The moment you stepped into the cozy living room, filled with laughter and the soft glow of string lights, you felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. The air was thick with the scent of snacks and the sound of music playing in the background, creating an inviting atmosphere. As the night wore on, however, anxiety crept in, leaving you feeling drained and detached, making it hard to keep up with the conversations swirling around you.
You watched as groups formed, laughter erupting like fireworks, and you found yourself standing on the periphery, a silent observer. The chatter felt like a whirlwind, each voice blending into a cacophony that left you feeling lost. In those moments of confusion, you often felt flustered, a sensation that usually prompted playful teasing from Wooyoung. Yet, instead of poking fun, he would lean in close, his breath warm against your ear, gently whispering the words you had missed.
“Don’t worry, they’re just talking about the latest show,” he would say, his voice low and reassuring, cutting through the noise like a lifeline. His presence was a balm to your frayed nerves, grounding you in the moment. Instead of poking fun, he would offer you a soft smile, his gaze steady and understanding, ensuring you never felt out of place.
As the night progressed, you found solace in his company. Wooyoung would occasionally pull you into conversations, his easy charm drawing you in, and you began to feel a flicker of connection with the others. He would share inside jokes, his laughter infectious, and you couldn’t help but join in, even if it was just a small chuckle.
When the group shifted to a game, Wooyoung made sure to sit beside you, his presence a comforting anchor. He would lean in, explaining the rules in a way that made you feel included, his enthusiasm contagious. With each round, you felt your confidence slowly building, the initial anxiety fading into the background. As the night wore on, you realized that while the gathering had started as a daunting experience, it had transformed into something warm and welcoming, all thanks to Wooyoung’s unwavering support. You glanced at him, catching his eye, and he flashed you a grin that made your heart flutter.
Jongho
Giving you a massage without asking them.
You had acquired a pair of new shoes, and with a fierce resolve, you chose to wear them daily to break them in. As the days unfolded, Jongho couldn't help but notice the weariness in your feet each time you slipped off those stubborn shoes. The way you winced slightly as you peeled them off at the end of the day spoke volumes about the toll they were taking on you.
He kept his thoughts to himself, believing that the discomfort would eventually lead you to abandon them or teach you a lesson about the folly of stubbornness. Yet, you continued to surprise him by donning the same pair day after day, your determination unwavering. Each morning, you laced them up with a sense of purpose, as if the shoes were a challenge you had set for yourself, a test of endurance that you were determined to conquer.
Jongho observed the subtle changes in your routine. He noticed how you would gingerly step into the shoes, your expression a mix of resolve and resignation. He even caught sight of the bandaids you began to place over the blisters, a testament to your unwavering spirit despite the pain they caused.
As the days turned into weeks, the shoes began to show signs of wear, creasing at the sides and scuffing at the toes, much like your own feet. Jongho often wondered if you were truly aware of the toll it was taking on you. He wanted to say something, to suggest that perhaps it was time to give your feet a break, but he held back, respecting your choice to endure.
You would often share stories of your day, your voice animated as you recounted your adventures, but Jongho could see the fatigue lurking behind your eyes. He admired your spirit, but he also worried for you. Without interrupting you, he carefully pulled your feet into his lap and started squeezing your feet. At first, you remained silent, caught in the moment, your mind racing with thoughts that slowly began to quiet. But as he pressed deeper into the muscles, a wave of relief washed over you, cascading through your body like a gentle tide, melting away the tension that had built up over the days.
You surrendered to the soothing rhythm of his hands, feeling the stress dissipate under his skilled fingers. The world around you faded into a soft blur, the sounds of life dimming as you focused solely on the sensations coursing through you. As he ventured up to your calves, a delightful surprise awaited you; the ache you hadn’t noticed transformed into pure bliss, a revelation that sent shivers of pleasure up your spine.
"Perhaps you should let your feet take a break for a day or two," he offered softly, his voice laced with genuine concern. "They deserve some relief after all the running around you've been doing."
You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. "But then how will I convince you to rub my feet?" you challenged him, your tone teasing yet lighthearted.
He chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I'll gladly massage them anytime! You don’t need to be in pain for me to show you some love!" he replied, a hint of determination in his voice. "In fact, I think I’d enjoy it even more if you were just relaxing and letting me take care of you."
You leaned back, considering his words. "So, you're saying I could just sit back, put my feet up, and you'd be at my beck and call?"
"Let's not get too cocky here," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. A laugh escaped your lips, and you felt a warmth spread through you at his words.
Pairing: Ateez x Fem. Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Trigger Warning: Physically abusive parent in Hongjoong/ Fist fighting scenes in Yeosang & Jongho's (please only read what makes you comfortable!)
Word Count: 12.3k (WHOOPS??)
Summary: You were childhood friends once upon a time, but life has a funny way of changing people- for better or worse. Everyone said he turned into a bad boy. His family was hardly around; he didn't follow the rules, regularly skipped school, had outbursts at injustices, and picked fights with fellow students. You, on the other hand, were generally the same; you went to school, did your best to succeed, and hung out with your friends. But fate has a way of bringing people back together.
Hongjoong
Hongjoong grew up in a warm embrace, surrounded by adoring parents and a protective older brother. Their affection painted a picture of a perfect family, leading many to believe he mirrored their sweetness. Yet beneath that surface lay a rebellious spirit, a punk who found his parents' love stifling. Unbeknownst to them, outside of their home, he transformed into a grumpy misfit, guided by his own unique code of ethics.
Your life unfolded in a different tale, one marked by shadows. Abandoned by your mother, you were left with a father whose love had turned to bitterness, drowning in his own despair. Memories of her are faint, while your father's anger looms large in your mind. Yet, despite the turmoil, your heart remained tender and gentle. Though you kept your distance, everyone around you saw you as a sister, sharing their secrets and dreams, drawn to the warmth you offered.
In the carefree days of your childhood, you and Hongjoong were inseparable, sharing laughter and adventures just across the street. The world felt vast and full of possibilities, with every day bringing a new opportunity for exploration. You would spend hours climbing trees, pretending to be explorers in a jungle, or staging grand performances for the neighborhood kids, your imaginations running wild. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter when you were together, and the bond you shared felt unbreakable, a promise of friendship that would last a lifetime.
But when your mother left, life took a turn that neither of you could have anticipated. The sudden shift in your family dynamics was like a storm cloud rolling in, casting a shadow over your once vibrant world. You and your father were forced to move into a smaller home, a stark contrast to the warmth and familiarity of your previous life. The laughter that once filled your days was replaced by a heavy silence, and the comfort of your childhood home was lost in the chaos of change.
As the days turned into weeks and then months, the bond you once cherished with Hongjoong began to fade. You tried to reach out, to rekindle the friendship that had meant so much to both of you, but he seemed to retreat further into himself. The carefree boy you once knew transformed into someone unrecognizable, a shell of grumpiness and solitude. He would often sit alone on the swings at the park, his eyes clouded with a sadness that you couldn’t quite understand. The echoes of your shared laughter became a distant memory, a haunting reminder of what once was. As time passed, you blossomed into a warm and welcoming soul, finding solace in the friendships you formed with others. You learned to embrace the beauty of life, even amidst the challenges.
In the quiet of the early morning, you arrived at school, a small mirror in one hand and concealer in the other. Hongjoong, though distance had grown between you, still found his gaze drawn to you whenever you stepped into the room. Today, he watched as you carefully dabbed concealer over a bruise that marred the delicate skin beneath your eye. The thought of anyone wanting to harm you was unfathomable, and your usual grace seemed too refined for such accidents. Yet, a memory flickered in his mind—your father’s drunken rages—and a painful realization settled in his heart, suggesting that the wounds you bore were not just physical.
His heart sank as he took in the sight. The thought of anyone wanting to harm you was unfathomable, and your usual grace seemed too refined for such accidents. You were the girl who danced through life, who spun stories with your laughter and painted the world with your dreams. Yet, as he observed you, a memory flickered in his mind—your father’s drunken rages, the way you would flinch at sudden movements, the shadows that danced in your eyes when you thought no one was looking.
As you finished applying the concealer, you caught a glimpse of Hongjoong’s gaze, and for a fleeting moment, the world around you faded. There was a depth in his eyes that spoke of concern, of a longing to reach out and bridge the gap that had formed between you. But the moment passed, and you turned away and quickly rushed into the school, hoping he hadn't caught what you were doing.
Hongjoong resolved to observe you from a distance, his pride preventing him from approaching directly. Perhaps it was the fear of rejection or the uncertainty of what lay beneath the surface of your carefully constructed facade. At school, he focused intently on your every move, searching for clues that might reveal what you were hiding. Each glance you cast, every laugh that escaped your lips, felt like a puzzle piece he was desperate to fit into place.
You were skilled at masking your feelings, a talent honed over years of navigating the complexities of adolescence. Your smile was bright, but there were moments—fleeting yet profound—when it faltered, revealing a glimpse of the turmoil beneath. He noticed how your laughter sometimes echoed a little too loudly, as if you were trying to convince not just those around you but yourself that everything was fine. Yet he remembered the carefree days of your youth, the times when laughter came easily and worries were a distant thought.
As he watched you from afar, he could sense the subtle shifts in your demeanor that spoke volumes. The way your shoulders slumped slightly when you thought no one was looking, or how your eyes would cloud over with a hint of sadness when you thought you were alone. He often found himself lost in thought, replaying conversations in his mind, imagining scenarios where he could simply walk up to you and ask how you were doing. But the words never came, and instead, he remained a silent observer, a guardian of your secrets from the shadows.
He spotted you lingering outside the school, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the pavement as you waited. The sight of you, alone and vulnerable, made his heart ache at the thought of leaving you to face whatever might come your way. He couldn’t just drive past; he had to do something. So, he parked his car nearby, his gaze fixed on you like a silent guardian, ready to intervene if necessary.
As he watched, the peaceful scene shattered when your father’s car careened into view, swerving dangerously as it approached. The erratic driving was a clear sign of his intoxication, and Hongjoong’s stomach twisted with dread. He could see the way your father struggled to maintain control, the vehicle lurching as it came to a halt. When your father finally stumbled out, his movements unsteady and his expression twisted with anger, Hongjoong felt a surge of adrenaline course through him.
The air thickened with tension as your father’s rage radiated outward, and Hongjoong’s instincts kicked in. He couldn’t let you face this alone. Before your father could reach you, Hongjoong was there, stepping between you and the impending threat. In that split second, he became your fierce protector, his heart pounding in his chest. With a swift, decisive motion, his fist connected with your father's face, the sound of impact echoing in the stillness of the evening.
Time seemed to freeze as your father stumbled back, shock and disbelief etched across his features. Hongjoong stood firm, his body tense and ready, eyes locked onto your father with a fierce determination. He wasn’t just defending you; he was asserting that you deserved safety, respect, and a life free from fear. In that moment, he became more than just a friend; he was your shield, willing to confront the darkness that threatened to invade your world.
As the confrontation unfolded, Hongjoong’s mind raced with thoughts of what could happen next. He knew he had to keep you safe, to ensure that you wouldn’t have to endure the wrath of someone who should have been your protector. The sun continued to dip lower, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch out in warning, but all he could focus on was you—your safety, your well-being.
"Leave her alone," Hongjoong declared fiercely, his hand wrapping around your wrist with a surprising tenderness that contrasted sharply with your father's grip. Without a glance back, he led you to his car, urgency in every step. Once inside, the engine roared to life, and the air was thick with the adrenaline of the moment, both your hearts pounding in sync. "You'll be staying with me for a bit," he finally said, a shy blush creeping across his cheeks.
"Alright," you replied softly, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words.
"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence, his eyes flicking to you for just a moment before returning to the road. The concern in his voice made your heart swell.
"Yeah, I am now," you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. You could see the tension in his shoulders ease slightly at your words, and it made you want to reassure him even more. "Thank you for helping me."
"I couldn't let him just… keep doing that… Not to you," he declared, his expression darkening with a mix of anger and concern. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the very walls were echoing his fierce determination. "I swear, he won't lay a finger on you." His voice was low but resolute, each word laced with a protective fervor that sent a shiver down your spine. You could see the muscles in his jaw tighten, a clear indication of the storm brewing within him. It was as if he was ready to confront any threat that dared to come your way, and the intensity of his gaze made you feel both vulnerable and safe at the same time.
"Thank you, Joong," you whispered, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes. The weight of your emotions threatened to spill over, but his presence anchored you. Hongjoong leaned closer, his hand enveloping yours in a firm, reassuring grip. The warmth of his touch radiated through you, melting away the chill of fear that had settled in your heart.
"You don’t have to go through this alone," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against your turmoil. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, a deep well of compassion that made you feel understood and valued. In that moment, the world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the connection between you two.
Seonghwa
Your friends insisted it was just a joke, a lighthearted prank meant to elicit laughter. But instead of chuckling, tears brimmed in your eyes as you fled the classroom, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Desperate to escape their gaze, you dashed outside, the rain drenching you further, but it felt insignificant compared to the weight of their laughter.
The cold droplets mingled with the warmth of your tears, creating a confusing blend of sensations that only deepened your sense of isolation. You sought refuge in a familiar hiding place beneath the bleachers by the soccer field, a sanctuary from the world that felt so heavy in that moment. The damp earth beneath you was a stark reminder of the storm brewing both outside and within.
As you curled up in the shadows, the sounds of the rain pounding against the metal structure above you created a rhythm that matched the frantic beating of your heart. You could hear the distant shouts of players practicing, their joy a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling inside you. You wrapped your arms tighter around your knees, trying to shield yourself from the embarrassment you felt.
You struggled to regain your composure, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill as you processed the sting of your friends' deliberate humiliation. Just then, a warm jacket enveloped your shoulders, and as you looked up, you were met with Seonghwa's familiar face, his black leather jacket draping over your trembling form. The unexpected sight of him took you by surprise; it had been years since you last exchanged words. "How did you know where I was?" you whispered, curiosity lacing your voice.
He gently brushes a tear from your cheek, his touch warm against your chilled skin. "This used to be our meeting place, remember?," he says as he settles beside you, and a wave of childhood memories washes over you. He has always been your true friend, the one who stood by you through every storm, both literal and metaphorical.
"It's… it's raining," you whisper, your gaze dropping to the ground, where puddles begin to form, reflecting the gray sky above. The droplets fall steadily, each one a reminder of the tears you’ve been holding back.
"Let the rain fall. I don’t mind getting soaked," he replies, his voice steady and reassuring. A comfortable silence envelops you both, the rhythmic patter of rain creating a soothing backdrop to your shared moment. You can feel the tension in your chest begin to ease, if only slightly, as you sit together, the world around you fading into a blur.
"You didn’t deserve that. Those girls aren’t true friends," he murmured softly, his voice cutting through the silence like a lifeline. His words shattered your composure once more, and without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him, seeking solace in his embrace.
He gently caressed your hair, his touch a balm to your troubled spirit. The warmth of his fingers glided through your strands, each stroke soothing the chaos that had taken residence in your mind. "They only envy you," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper that wrapped around you like a soft blanket as you buried your face against his chest, seeking solace in his embrace. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat resonated in your ears, grounding you in the moment.
"You are beautiful, kind, and so wonderfully funny," he continued, his words flowing like a gentle stream, washing away the doubts that had clouded your heart. With each compliment, the ache that had settled deep within you began to fade, replaced by a flutter of excitement that danced in your chest. It was as if he had unlocked a door to a hidden part of yourself, one that had long been overshadowed by insecurities and fears.
You could feel the warmth of his body radiating against yours, a comforting presence that made the world outside seem distant and unimportant. His gaze, intense yet soft, held a sincerity that made your heart race. It was undeniable that Seonghwa was strikingly handsome, with his chiseled features and captivating smile that could light up the darkest of days. But it was the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the universe, that made your breath hitch in your throat.
As you pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, you could see the warmth and affection reflected in his eyes. It was a look that made you feel seen, cherished, and understood. "You really think so?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with disbelief and hope.
"Of course," he answered, his voice steady and sure. A spark flickered in his gaze, something you hadn't seen before—was it admiration or perhaps deeper affection? It sent warmth rushing to your cheeks, a blush that felt both thrilling and terrifying. The air between you seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken words and lingering glances.
"You should be with those who truly value you," he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a tenderness that made your heart race. His fingers brushed against your skin, igniting a warmth that spread through you like wildfire. You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity behind them, and it made you wonder just how much he truly understood you.
"People like you…" The confession slipped out before you could catch it, your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes widened in shock. You hadn’t meant to say it, but the truth hung in the air, palpable and undeniable. A playful smile danced on his lips, a mixture of surprise and delight that made your stomach flutter.
"Exactly, like me," he replied, his tone teasing yet laced with something deeper. The way he looked at you, with that spark in his eyes, made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t experienced before. It was as if he was peeling back the layers you had carefully constructed, revealing the vulnerable parts of yourself that you often kept hidden. "You deserve someone who sees you for who you truly are—someone who appreciates everything about you." His sincerity was disarming, and you felt your heart swell with hope.
You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, an impulse you couldn't resist. Something about the moment felt magnetic, and to your surprise, he responded, his hand gently cradling your cheek.
His lips were surprisingly soft, and the kiss deepened, igniting a spark that sent shivers down your spine. You felt a rush of emotions—excitement, nervousness, and an undeniable connection that seemed to pull you closer together. It was as if time had stopped, and in that suspended moment, nothing else mattered.
You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and the way he leaned into you made your heart race. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration, but soon it grew more passionate, as if both of you were surrendering to the magnetic pull that had been building between you. You could taste the hint of mint on his breath, a reminder of the drink he had just sipped, and it only heightened your senses.
As you pulled back slightly, your foreheads resting against each other, you searched his eyes for a sign of what this meant. His gaze was intense, filled with a mixture of surprise and something deeper—an unspoken promise that made your heart flutter. You could see the questions swirling in his mind, mirroring your own. What did this mean for you both? Was it just a fleeting moment, or the beginning of something more?
Yunho
The two of you had always been friends, but as you grew up the two of you made new friends and closer friends. As you both grew older, the world around you expanded, introducing new friendships and experiences that led you into different social circles. You found yourself surrounded by diverse groups of people, each with their own dynamics and stories, while Yunho embraced a more carefree lifestyle, often flitting between gatherings with an effortless charm.
Despite the changes in your social landscapes, destiny had a way of weaving your paths together at group events, where the familiar chemistry between you would spark to life once more. Whether it was a birthday party, a casual get-together, or a larger celebration, the moment you locked eyes with Yunho, it was as if time stood still. The laughter, the inside jokes, and the shared glances spoke volumes, reminding you both of the unbreakable bond that had formed over the years.
Yet, you were acutely aware of the rules that governed your lives—expectations from family and societal norms. You followed these rules diligently. Yunho, on the other hand, navigated life with a carefree spirit, seemingly unburdened by the weight of consequences. He danced through life with a lightness that was both captivating and infuriating, often pushing the limits of what was acceptable.
A group of friends set out for a co-ed camping adventure, blissfully unaware of the imbalance in their numbers. With an odd mix of girls and boys, it became clear that only pairs could share tents, leading to the inevitable pairing of one girl and one boy would have to share a tent. Though no one openly acknowledged it, the history between you and Yunho was well-known: childhood friends who had shared countless sleepovers. This unspoken bond naturally led to you finding yourself sharing a tent with him during the trip, a situation that stirred both embarrassment and a hint of nostalgia.
As you lay in the tent, your gaze fixed on the fabric above, you felt the warmth of Yunho beside you, his fingers dancing over his phone screen. His mere presence sent a rush of heat to your cheeks. Why was it always you who ended up sharing a tent with your childhood friend? Why couldn't your friends share a tent with their crush? With a sigh, you turned away from him, squeezing your eyes shut, desperately wishing for sleep to come and whisk you away from this awkward moment.
Yunho let out a soft laugh at your unexpected shift, and you could feel his gaze on you. "Want me to tickle your back until you fall asleep?" he teased, his voice light and playful, and a rush of warmth flooded your cheeks as memories of your childhood flooded back, when you would plead with him for that very comfort.
"No…" you mumbled, attempting to feign sleepiness, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you, twitching upward despite your best efforts.
"You know it helps you unwind," he countered playfully, his tone laced with that familiar teasing affection that always made you feel safe. Deep down, you knew he was right. The soothing sensation of his fingers gliding over your back had a magical way of melting away the day’s worries, wrapping you in a cocoon of comfort.
"Do what you want," you finally conceded, unable to resist the warmth of his presence any longer. You felt the tension in your shoulders begin to ease, anticipation bubbling within you. Yunho’s fingers found their way to your back, and you closed your eyes, surrendering to the gentle rhythm of his touch. With each stroke, he seemed to weave a spell of tranquility, and you could feel the weight of the world slowly lifting off your chest. Memories of laughter and carefree days danced in your mind, and for a moment, it felt as if time had folded in on itself, bringing you back to those simpler times.
"See? Not so bad, right?" he murmured his voice a soothing balm that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. You nodded slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you let yourself drift further into the comforting embrace of the moment.
As soon as he began, sleep enveloped you like a warm blanket. When morning light broke, you stirred to find Yunho's fingers gently resting on your back, igniting a blush that spread across your cheeks while he remained blissfully unaware in his slumber. With a swift and silent movement, you slipped out of the tent you shared, only to be met with playful glances from your friends. Flushing with embarrassment, you hurried toward the camp bathrooms, eager to compose yourself.
Upon your return, you chose silence, slipping into the tent you shared with a now-awake Yunho. As you zipped the entrance shut, a wave of embarrassment washed over you. "Everyone believes we're a couple," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
Yunho, still rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes, replied with a teasing grin, "Well we did share a bed."
"Yes! Literally. As in, just sleeping!" you retorted, feeling your cheeks flush with warmth.
"I'm wondering if your horror should insult me," he asked, resting his chin on his hand, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The light from the window caught the mischievous glint in his eyes, making it hard to tell if he was being serious or just enjoying the moment.
"I—what? Absolutely not!" you stammered, feeling a rush of heat rise to your cheeks.
"I had a great time sharing a bed with you," he joked, his tone light and teasing, as if the whole situation was nothing more than a playful game. The way he leaned back, relaxed and confident, made it difficult to maintain your indignation.
"You're finding this far too funny!"
"Perhaps I'm just pleased they believe I could win you over," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. The teasing lilt in his voice left you momentarily at a loss for words, your mind racing to process the implications of his statement.
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. The playful banter had shifted into something deeper, something that made your heart flutter in a way you hadn’t expected. Was he really suggesting that there was more to this than just a shared bed and a few laughs?
"Wait a minute," you finally managed, your voice softer now, "are you serious?"
He leaned forward, his expression shifting from playful to earnest, the teasing glint replaced by a sincerity that made your heart skip a beat. "I might be," he said, his tone low and inviting. "But only if you are." The air between you crackled with unspoken possibilities, and for a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you suspended in this fragile moment of connection.
Yeosang
As time passed, the bond between you and Yeosang began to fade, despite the strong friendship you once shared. The laughter and late-night conversations that had once filled your days were replaced by an uncomfortable silence, a chasm that seemed to widen with each passing moment. Yeosang, who had once been so vibrant and full of life, grew increasingly introverted, retreating into himself like a flower closing its petals against the harshness of the world.
The boys around him, unable to comprehend the depth of his character, mocked his striking beauty, their jealousy manifesting in cruel teasing that cut deeper than any physical blow. They would hurl insults that stung like barbs, their laughter echoing in the hallways, a constant reminder of the pain he was enduring. Initially, Yeosang confided in you, sharing his fears and frustrations, seeking solace in your understanding. You listened intently, offering words of comfort and support, hoping to shield him from the cruelty of others. But gradually, those conversations dwindled, leaving a silence that echoed between you, a heavyweight that neither of you knew how to lift.
In his struggle against the relentless taunts, Yeosang found himself caught in a cycle of fights and truancy, each confrontation only serving to deepen his isolation. The school, once a place of camaraderie and laughter, became a battleground where he fought not just for his dignity, but for a sense of belonging. With every fight, he distanced himself further from the world and from you as if the very act of reaching out would expose him to more pain.
One fateful day, he found himself engulfed in a fierce brawl, bravely facing off against three opponents. As the fight continued, the two of them retreated, leaving Yeosang locked in a relentless struggle with the last man standing. The tension crackled in the air as they exchanged blows, each determined to outlast the other. Yeosang, seasoned from countless encounters, absorbed the hits with a resilience that surprised even him. With a swift, decisive strike, he sent his adversary crashing to the ground, but the fire within him refused to dim. Lost in a haze of adrenaline, he continued to strike, his fists moving with a mind of their own, while the onlookers stood frozen, too intimidated to intervene.
As you navigated through the throng of people, your heart raced with determination. You could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you, but you pushed forward, driven by a fierce resolve to reach him. You reached out, gently resting your hand on his shoulder to avoid startling him. The warmth of your touch seemed to momentarily freeze the chaos around you, and he turned sharply, his eyes aflame with anger, a tempest of frustration and hurt swirling within them. Yet, despite the fire in his gaze, you met his stare with a soft, reassuring smile, a beacon of calm amidst the storm.
"It's alright, Yeosang, you don’t need to fight anymore," you whispered, your voice barely rising above the din, but you hoped it would carry the weight of your sincerity. You could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, the internal battle raging as he grappled with the emotions threatening to consume him. For a fleeting moment, doubt crept in as you feared he might dismiss you. You believed in him, in the goodness that still flickered beneath the surface of his anger.
Then, as if your words had pierced through the haze of his fury, he rose from the confrontation, breaking free from the chaos that had ensnared him. You watched as he took a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. Then he rose from the confrontation, breaking free from the chaos as he made his way through the crowd.
You trailed behind him until the bustling crowd of students faded into the background, their laughter and chatter becoming a distant hum. The world around you blurred, and all that mattered was the figure in front of you, moving with a purpose that seemed to pull you along. Just then, he turned to you, catching you off guard, and enveloped you in a warm embrace, his face nestled in your hair. The familiar scent of him—something like cedar and a hint of something sweet—wrapped around you, grounding you in the moment.
“Yeo?” you murmured, instinctively wrapping your arms around him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest. It was a comforting sound, but it was soon overshadowed by the tremors that coursed through his body. You could feel his shoulders shake, and soon, warm tears began to soak into your hair, each drop a testament to the pain he was trying to hide.
Holding him closer, you felt the weight of his silent sorrow pressing down on both of you. It was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of you, and in that cocoon of intimacy, you could sense the depth of his struggle. “I don’t want to be alone,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, each word laced with vulnerability that tugged at your heart.
“You don’t have to be,” you assured him, your voice steady and soothing, a lifeline in the storm of his emotions. You felt his grip on your clothes tighten, as if you were his only anchor in that moment, the only thing keeping him from drifting away into the abyss of his despair.
You could feel the warmth of his tears against your skin, and it made your heart ache for him. You wanted to take away his pain, to shield him from whatever darkness loomed over him. “I’m here,” you whispered, your fingers gently stroking his back, trying to convey all the strength and support you could muster. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze searching for something—reassurance, perhaps, or a promise. You held his gaze, your heart racing as you tried to convey everything you felt without words. In that moment, you understood the gravity of what he was going through, and you knew that you would do anything to help him carry that burden.
"Let's talk," you said, your smile reminiscent of the carefree days of your youth, when laughter came easily and the world felt full of endless possibilities. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting playful shadows on the ground, and for a moment, it felt as if time had paused, allowing you both to step back into those simpler times.
"Share your worries with me, and together we’ll find a way through," you assured him, your voice steady and warm, a comforting anchor in the storm of his thoughts. You could see the tension etched on his face, the way his brow furrowed and his hands fidgeted, betraying the turmoil that churned within him. As he hesitated, searching for the right words. "I know it’s not easy to open up," you continued, your tone gentle yet encouraging. "But sometimes, just voicing what weighs on your heart can lighten the load. I’m here for you, no judgment, just understanding."
He finally met your gaze, and in that moment, you could see the flicker of hope igniting behind his eyes. "It’s just… everything feels so overwhelming," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know where to start."
"Start wherever you feel comfortable," you replied, nodding with empathy. "Take your time. I’m not going anywhere." You could feel the weight of his burdens, the unspoken fears and doubts that had been building up inside him, and you were determined to help him unravel them, piece by piece.
"My love for you was overwhelming, and it terrified me," he confessed, his voice trembling slightly as he released a breath he had been holding for far too long. The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears and unacknowledged feelings. "I distanced myself when all I truly wanted was to draw you nearer," he murmured softly, his eyes glistening with vulnerability.
As you gently brushed away a tear that had escaped down his cheek, your heart ached for the pain he had carried alone. You could see the conflict etched on his face, the struggle between his emotions and the fear of losing himself in the depths of love. He met your gaze, and in that moment, the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you suspended in a fragile bubble of honesty.
"I'm right here," you whispered, your voice steady and reassuring, offering him a warm smile that radiated warmth and understanding. It was a promise, a commitment to be there for him, no matter the storms that raged within.
In an instant, he enveloped you in his arms once again, pulling you close as if you were the anchor he had been searching for. The embrace was both a refuge and a revelation, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had always existed between you. "I won't ever let you go," he vowed, his breath warm against your hair, and in that moment, you felt the walls he had built around his heart begin to crumble.
San
Once, you and San shared a bond that felt unbreakable, but that was before everything changed. The memory of that fateful day lingers in your mind like a haunting echo, a moment frozen in time that you can never quite escape. It was a day like any other, until it wasn’t. San, usually so easygoing and full of life, raised his voice, his words sharp and jagged, declaring he no longer wanted your friendship. The demand for distance felt like a slap across your face, a betrayal that left you reeling. The pain of his words cut deep, for he had been your closest companion, the one person who understood you in ways no one else could.
From that moment on, an invisible barrier formed between you, a chasm that seemed insurmountable. You could almost feel the weight of it pressing down on your chest, suffocating and heavy. The laughter that once filled the air between you was replaced by an uncomfortable silence, a void that neither of you knew how to bridge. As the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, you both began to drift into separate worlds, each of you carving out new lives that felt foreign and unfamiliar.
San found solace among the thrill-seeking bikers, a group that thrived on adrenaline and the rush of illegal racing. The roar of engines and the thrill of speed became his new companions, filling the void left by your absence. He embraced the danger, the excitement, and the camaraderie of a lifestyle that was a stark contrast to the one you had shared. The reckless abandon of those late-night races became his escape, a way to drown out the memories of what once was.
Meanwhile, you navigated the quieter life of an ordinary college student, surrounded by books, lectures, and the hum of campus life. You immersed yourself in studies, trying to fill the emptiness with knowledge and new experiences. Friends came and went, but none could replace the bond you had with San. You often found yourself reminiscing about the adventures you had shared, the inside jokes that only the two of you understood, and the dreams you had woven together. Each memory was a bittersweet reminder of what you had lost, a ghost that lingered in the corners of your mind.
Your friends had recently befriended a group of motorcycle racers, and they eagerly urged you to join them at a race one evening. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the thrill of competition and the camaraderie of the crowd. As you arrived, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the makeshift racetrack. The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and the sound of laughter, punctuated by the occasional rev of a motorcycle engine. As the racers lined up, you could feel the anticipation building. Your heart raced in sync with the revving engines, and you found yourself drawn into the excitement. The bikers, clad in leather jackets adorned with patches and logos, exuded a sense of rebellion and freedom that was intoxicating.
When the race began, it was as if the world around you faded away. The bikers zipped past like streaks of neon light, their machines roaring with adrenaline. The sound was a symphony of power and precision, a cacophony that sent shivers down your spine. You watched in awe as they leaned into the curves, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with their bikes. The crowd erupted in cheers, and you found yourself swept up in the exhilaration, shouting alongside your friends as the racers pushed the limits of their machines.
But just as the excitement reached its peak, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Suddenly, the wail of police sirens pierced the air, cutting through the cheers and laughter like a knife. The flashing blue and red lights illuminated the scene, casting an ominous glow over the festivities. A wave of panic surged through the crowd, and you could feel the tension rising as people began to realize the implications of the approaching law enforcement.
In an instant, chaos erupted. The once lively gathering transformed into a frantic scramble for safety. People pushed and shoved, desperate to escape the impending confrontation. You felt a surge of adrenaline mixed with fear as you were caught in the whirlwind of excitement and dread. Your heart raced, not just from the thrill of the race, but from the uncertainty of what would happen next.
You glanced around, searching for your friends, but the crowd was a sea of bodies moving in every direction. The laughter and cheers were replaced by shouts and cries for help. You felt breathless, your mind racing as you tried to process the sudden shift from exhilaration to panic.
As you joined the throng of people rushing forward, a sudden stumble sent you crashing to the ground, your knees scraping against the rough pavement. The crowd surged around you, oblivious to your plight, occasionally jostling you as they hurried past. The cacophony of voices, laughter, and the distant blare of horns filled the air, creating a chaotic symphony that only heightened your sense of isolation. Tears welled in your eyes, a mix of pain and confusion washing over you, blurring your vision as you struggled to comprehend the whirlwind of bodies that continued to push forward, leaving you behind.
Just as you gathered the strength to rise, the roar of a motorcycle engine sliced through the chaos, a sound that cut through the noise like a knife. You turned instinctively, your heart racing as you caught sight of the sleek machine barreling toward you, its chrome glinting in the sunlight. The rider, clad in a black leather jacket, exuded an air of confidence and control that seemed almost surreal amidst the frantic energy of the crowd. Fear gripped your heart, a primal instinct urging you to move, to get out of the way, but your body felt frozen, caught in the moment.
In a breathtaking instant, as if time had slowed, the rider reached out, his strong arm extending toward you. You felt a rush of adrenaline as he effortlessly lifted you into his embrace, pulling you close against him. The world around you blurred into a haze of colors and sounds, the chaos fading into the background as he secured you in front of him. The powerful engine roared to life beneath you, and with a swift twist of the throttle, the motorcycle surged forward, leaving the turmoil behind.
The wind whipped through your hair, a wild rush that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. You clung to the rider, your heart pounding not just from fear but from an unexpected thrill. The cityscape blurred past, a kaleidoscope of buildings and people, all reduced to mere shadows as you sped away from the chaos that had threatened to engulf you. As the motorcycle weaved through the streets, you glanced back, watching the crowd recede into the distance, their faces a mix of indifference and urgency.
As the noise of the crowd faded into the distance, the driver brought the motorcycle to a halt, assisting you as you dismounted. When you turned to face him and he lifted his helmet, your heart skipped a beat—it was San. The familiarity of his presence after such a long time stirred a whirlwind of emotions within you. Anger flickered in your chest, yet gratitude washed over you for his timely intervention. You found yourself lost in his gaze, the weight of unspoken words making your eyes glisten with unshed tears.
San dismounted the bike and enveloped you in his embrace, pulling you tightly against him, his hand cradling the back of your head. The warmth of his body seeped into you, a stark contrast to the chill of the evening air. "That is why I had to stop being friends," he murmured, his voice laced with regret, each word heavy with unspoken pain. "The path I chose is dangerous and I couldn't drag you with me."
A swirl of emotions coursed through you—anger at his decision, yet a part of you understood the weight of his choice. You pulled back slightly, searching his eyes for answers, for reassurance, for something that would make this moment less unbearable. "That's a stupid reason," you replied, your voice trembling with a mix of frustration and sorrow.
He sighed, running a hand through your hair, a gesture that was to calm you as well as himself " I couldn't let you get caught in the crossfire of my choices. I had to protect you." His gaze dropped to the ground as if the weight of his words was too much to bear. You felt a pang in your chest, a deep ache that resonated with the truth of his statement. The world he was stepping into was dangerous and unpredictable, and you knew that he was trying to shield you from the fallout.
He realized his mistake, his voice barely above a whisper as he pressed his face into your shoulder. "I shouldn't have pushed you away," he murmured, vulnerability lacing his words. "Please don’t hate me." The sincerity in his tone struck a chord deep within you, and you could hardly respond, your voice trembling as you replied, "I don’t hate you," tears threatening to spill. The weight of your emotions hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to wrap around both of you like a thick fog.
"I should hate you," you admitted, the truth spilling out before you could catch it. The admission felt like a confession, a release of all the pent-up frustration and hurt that had been building inside you. It was a strange mix of anger and longing, a battle between your heart and your mind. He tightened his embrace, pulling you closer as if he could shield you from the storm of feelings swirling around you. His warmth enveloped you, a stark contrast to the chill of uncertainty that had settled in your chest.
"I should hate you," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, "for leaving me when you were everything to me." The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken pain. He sighed, a resigned sound that echoed your own heartache. "You should," he said, his breath warm against your skin, "And it makes me the luckiest bastard in the world that you can't manage to."
Mingi
As children, you and Mingi shared an unbreakable bond, a connection forged in the innocence of youth. Days were spent exploring the woods behind your houses, crafting elaborate stories of adventure and heroism, and laughing until your sides ached. You were inseparable, two halves of a whole, each other’s confidants and partners in mischief. But as the years rolled on and the innocence of childhood began to fade, your parents started to notice a shift in Mingi.
His once innocent curiosity morphed into a rebellious spirit that worried them deeply. They watched as he began to push boundaries, testing limits that had once seemed so clear. The carefree laughter that once echoed through the air was now often replaced by the sound of defiance. Your parents, concerned for your well-being, tried to keep you apart, fearing that you might follow in his footsteps, that his wildness might lead you astray. They imposed restrictions, orchestrated playdates with other children, and filled your schedule with activities designed to keep you away from him.
Yet, no matter the distance they imposed, your heart remained tethered to Mingi. It was as if an invisible thread connected you, pulling you back to him no matter how hard you tried to resist. His alluring charm, with a hint of danger in his smirks and playful winks, captivated you in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. You found yourself drawn to him, even when you knew you shouldn’t be.
In the quiet moments, when you were alone with your thoughts, you often reminisced about the laughter you shared, the secrets whispered under the stars, and the dreams you had spun together. You realized that beneath his wild exterior lay a tender soul, one that could always bring joy to your heart. Mingi had a way of seeing the world that was different from anyone else; he found beauty in chaos and joy in the unexpected.
You remembered the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, how he could turn the mundane into an adventure with just a few words. He had a gift for making you feel alive, for igniting a fire within you that you didn’t even know existed. Even as he danced on the edge of trouble, there was a part of him that remained fiercely loyal, a protector who would stand by your side no matter the circumstances.
As you navigated the complexities of adolescence, you grappled with the conflicting emotions that Mingi stirred within you. You felt the weight of your parents’ concerns but also the draw of wanting to be close to him. You found a delicate balance in your life, existing within the same social sphere as him. From a distance, you admired him, your parents blissfully unaware of your true feelings, believing their restrictions kept you safe.
Yet, your other friends were hardly the paragons of virtue they imagined. They were a wild bunch, full of mischief and rebellion, often pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable. Teenagers will be teenagers, after all, and their carefree attitude toward life was both exhilarating and terrifying. You found yourself caught in a whirlwind of laughter and inside jokes, but beneath the surface, you felt a growing dissonance.
Eventually, you found yourself at a party, the kind that buzzed with energy and excitement, where the air was thick with the scent of cheap cologne and the sound of music pulsed through your veins. Surrounded by laughter and the chatter of your friends, you felt a mix of exhilaration and anxiety. They urged you to join in the revelry, to let go of your inhibitions and embrace the moment. But as you sipped the drink they handed you, a sense of unease settled in, reminding you that this wasn't quite your scene. The laughter felt distant, the music too loud, and the carefree atmosphere clashed with the turmoil in your heart.
At first, you barely registered the change, attributing the warmth to the heat of the moment. Your skin radiated heat, and beads of sweat formed, yet an unexpected chill began to creep in, leaving you puzzled. How could you feel so warm yet tremble? The cacophony of sounds, the dazzling lights, and the mingling scents enveloped you, creating a whirlwind of sensations, but deep down, you sensed that everything was perfectly fine.
A powerful hand clasped your shoulder, spinning you around to find Mingi standing before you. His gaze swept over you, concern etched in his features as he leaned in closer, his voice cutting through the party's chaos. "You're hyperventilating," he observed, his tone a mix of worry and determination. The pulsating music and laughter faded into the background, replaced by the steady thrum of your racing heart.
You stammered, "N-no I'm not," the words tumbling out in a rush, but the truth settled in as you realized your breath was quickening, each inhale shallow and frantic. The vibrant colors of the party blurred around you, the lights spinning like a kaleidoscope, and you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you. "I'm just nervous," you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper, the weight of your anxiety pressing down on you.
Without waiting for a response, Mingi gently pulled you away from the crowd, his grip firm yet reassuring. He guided you outside, where the cool night air kissed your heated skin, a refreshing contrast to the stifling atmosphere inside. The sounds of the party faded into a distant hum, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of crickets.
"Come here," he urged softly, a playful tone lacing his words. You tilted your head in confusion, having already stepped outside with him.
"What?
"Come here," he said again, his hands lightly resting on your shoulders as he pulled you closer, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. There was a spark in his eyes, a mischievous glint that made your heart race. With a gentle caress, he cradled your head, guiding it to rest against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting presence.
"Now, close your eyes," he instructed, his voice a soothing whisper that wrapped around you like a soft blanket. You complied, surrendering to the moment, and in that instant, the world around you vanished. All that remained was the steady beat of his heart resonating in your ears, a calming metronome that seemed to synchronize with your own. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a safe haven amidst the chaos of the outside world. The scent of him—fresh and slightly musky—filled your senses, grounding you in this intimate space.
"Thank you, Mingi," you murmured, pulling him close as your arms encircled him. The warmth of his body against yours felt like a soothing balm, easing the ache of the time spent apart. His fingers glided through your hair, a tender gesture that enveloped you in warmth, each stroke igniting a spark of comfort and familiarity. You could feel the gentle rhythm of his breath, steady and calming, as you nestled your head against his shoulder. "I've missed you," you breathed softly, the words escaping your lips like a secret you had been holding onto for far too long. The world around you faded, leaving just the two of you in this intimate moment, where nothing else mattered but the connection you shared.
"I missed you too," he replied instantly, his voice laced with sincerity, causing your heart to flutter wildly. It was as if the very sound of his words sent a rush of electricity through your veins, igniting a warmth that spread from your chest to the tips of your fingers. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, a deep well of emotion that mirrored your own longing. The corners of his mouth turned up in a soft smile, and in that moment, you felt a rush of relief wash over you. The distance that had once felt insurmountable now seemed to dissolve, replaced by the undeniable bond that pulled you together. You tightened your embrace, savoring the feeling of being close to him again, and in that shared silence, you both understood that no matter the challenges ahead, you would face them together.
Wooyoung
Wooyoung had always been a whirlwind, his spirit untamed even in childhood. From the very first time you met him, it was clear that he was a force of nature, a vibrant spark that ignited everything around him. His boundless energy seemed to propel him forward, leaving you breathless in his wake. You could hardly keep up with his relentless enthusiasm, whether it was racing through the neighborhood on bikes, climbing trees that seemed impossibly high, or concocting elaborate games that stretched the limits of your imagination. As kids, you were inseparable playmates, sharing laughter and adventures that left you utterly exhausted by day’s end.
Yet, as the years passed, the world began to shape you both in different ways. Wooyoung’s wildness and rebellious streak only intensified, drawing him toward the thrill of the unknown and the allure of breaking boundaries. He became the kid who would climb the tallest trees just to see how far he could go, the one who would challenge authority for the sake of a laugh, and the one who would always push the limits of what was considered safe or sensible. His laughter echoed through the halls of your school, a siren call that beckoned others to join him in his escapades. You admired his fearlessness, but with each daring leap he took, you felt a pang of concern, a whisper of worry that perhaps he was venturing too far.
Meanwhile, you found yourself drifting into a more grounded path, one that prioritized responsibility and the expectations that came with growing up. The weight of schoolwork, family obligations, and the pressure to conform to societal norms began to settle on your shoulders. You started to embrace the quieter moments, finding solace in books, art, and the comfort of routine. The distance between you and Wooyoung grew with each passing moment, like two parallel lines that once intersected but now seemed to stretch further apart. You watched as he became more of a mystery, a whirlwind of excitement that you could no longer fully grasp.
One fateful day in your senior year, everything changed. The whirlwind of reckless adventures came to an unexpected standstill, leaving behind a silence that felt almost deafening. He, once the embodiment of youthful exuberance, ceased to challenge limits and defy rules, abandoning the thrill of skipping classes that had once filled his days with adrenaline and excitement. The motorcycle that had roared with freedom, its engine a symphony of rebellion against the mundane, was gone, replaced by a stillness that echoed in the empty spaces of his life.
The brawls that had marked his wild spirit, those chaotic encounters that had once brought him a sense of camaraderie and exhilaration, faded into memory like the last notes of a song that linger in the air long after the music has stopped. It was as if the vibrant energy that had fueled his youth had finally found its rest, leaving behind a void that was both haunting and profound. Friends who had once rallied around him, drawn to his magnetic charisma and fearless nature, now exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to reach the person he had become.
The day you opened your front door to find Wooyoung standing there, a hint of shyness in his demeanor, took you completely off guard. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden hue over the neighborhood, but all you could focus on was the unexpected figure before you. It had been ages since you last shared a meaningful conversation, and his sudden appearance stirred a mix of nostalgia and curiosity within you. You remembered the laughter and late-night talks that once flowed so easily between you, but time and distance had woven a complicated tapestry of silence and uncertainty. His presence now felt like a ghost from the past, both familiar and foreign.
"Hi, Wooyoung," you greeted him, your voice tinged with awkwardness as you tried to decipher the purpose of his arrival. You noticed the way he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hands fidgeting in the pockets of his jacket, and it made your heart race with a blend of excitement and apprehension. What could he want after all this time?
"I'm ready now," he declared, and your brow knitted in confusion at his cryptic statement. The words hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken meaning. What could he possibly mean, and how was it connected to you? You searched his eyes for answers, but they were clouded with a mix of determination and vulnerability. Was he ready to confront something from the past? Or was this about a new chapter in his life that he felt you needed to be a part of? The questions swirled in your mind like leaves caught in a whirlwind, and you felt a strange pull to understand.
"Ready for what?" you finally asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as if the answer might shatter the fragile moment. Wooyoung took a deep breath, his gaze steadying on yours, and for a fleeting second, you felt the weight of everything that had been left unsaid between you.
"For us." He spoke with an ease that made your heart race, the weight of his words hanging in the air, causing a blush to creep across your cheeks. The way he looked at you, with those intense eyes that seemed to see right through to your soul, made it hard to breathe.
"For us?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loudly would shatter the fragile moment. His smirk deepened, a glimmer of confidence dancing in his eyes, igniting a spark of hope within you.
"Yes, for us to be together," he affirmed, and in that instant, you found yourself momentarily lost in the certainty of his gaze. It was as if the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you suspended in a bubble of possibility. "From the very beginning, I knew you were my forever," he confessed, his voice steady and sincere, each word wrapping around your heart like a warm embrace.
A mix of disbelief and curiosity bubbled within you, urging you to challenge him, to dig deeper into the layers of his intentions. "Then why wait so long to say anything?" you asked, your brow furrowing slightly as you searched his face for answers. The question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities.
With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that revealed his vulnerability. "I needed to clear my path first. Get everything out of my system first," he explained, his tone shifting to one of earnestness. "I wanted to ensure nothing would come between us. I needed to be ready, so when I finally asked you to be mine, nothing would stand in the way of our love."
His words resonated within you, stirring a whirlwind of emotions. You could feel the sincerity in his voice, the depth of his commitment. It was as if he had been carrying this truth for so long, waiting for the right moment to share it with you. The thought of him preparing himself, of wanting to create all of this as a long game plan so that your relationship would last in the end.
"And what if I didn't want the same thing?" you questioned, knowing the rational response would be to label him as delusional. It had been years since you shared any real connection, the kind that once sparked laughter and late-night conversations, but now felt like a distant memory, a flickering candle in a storm. Yet, despite the passage of time and the layers of distance that had built up between you, the rapid thump of your heart suggested otherwise, betraying the calm facade you had carefully constructed.
"Then you wouldn't gaze at me like that," he replied softly, his voice laced with both trepidation and longing as if he were afraid that the very act of speaking the truth would shatter the fragile moment. His eyes, deep and searching, held a vulnerability that made your breath catch. In that instant, the world around you faded, the noise of everyday life dimming to a whisper, leaving only the two of you suspended in a bubble of unacknowledged feelings.
You felt the weight of his gaze, a magnetic pull that drew you closer, igniting a spark of something you thought had long been extinguished. Memories flooded back—shared secrets, stolen glances, the warmth of his laughter that once wrapped around you like a favorite blanket. The years had changed you both, but the essence of what you had shared lingered, a ghost of a connection that refused to be buried.
"You see, all my actions were just fleeting moments, like whispers carried away by the wind. I was merely a carefree high schooler, caught up in the whirlwind of teenage life, where every day felt like an adventure waiting to unfold. I reveled in the thrill of youth, embracing the spontaneity and excitement that came with it. Yet, deep within my heart, there was always a quiet certainty, a flicker of intuition that whispered to me, 'It would always be you.'
Every path I took, every choice I made, seemed to circle back to you time and time again. I wandered through friendships and fleeting romances, each one a chapter in my story, but none ever felt quite right. They were mere distractions, temporary diversions that only highlighted the void you left in my life. In the laughter shared with friends, in the late-night conversations that stretched into dawn, I often found myself thinking of you, wondering what you were doing, how you were feeling. It was as if an invisible thread connected us, pulling me back to you no matter how far I strayed.
Even in moments of joy, there was a subtle ache, a longing for the connection we once had. I would catch glimpses of you in the faces of others, in the songs that played on the radio, in the memories that danced just out of reach. It was a bittersweet reminder that, despite the carefree facade I wore, my heart was always anchored to you. Each one is a step on a journey that ultimately led me back to you, the one who has always held a special place in my heart."
You pressed your lips against his, how could you resist? The world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the intoxicating warmth of his presence. His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, each syllable resonating deep within your soul. They were not just words; they were promises, confessions, and the weight of unspoken desires that had lingered between you for far too long. In an instant, he responded, kissing you with a fervor that spoke of years spent yearning for this moment. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, as if he feared you might slip away. You could feel the heat radiating from him, a warmth that enveloped you and made you feel alive in a way you had never experienced before.
You were his beginning, and he knew that when he finally gave into his feelings for you, you would also be his end. With every brush of his lips against yours, you could sense the depth of his longing, the way he had held back for so long, waiting for the right moment to unleash the torrent of emotions that had been building inside him. It was a kiss that spoke of passion, of dreams shared in whispered conversations, and of a future that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
Jongho
Jongho and you shared a childhood filled with laughter, a time when the world felt boundless and every day was an adventure waiting to unfold. You would spend hours playing in the sun, your laughter echoing through the neighborhood as you chased each other through the fields, built forts out of blankets and shared secrets under the stars. Those moments were the foundation of a bond that felt unbreakable, a connection that seemed destined to last a lifetime. However, as the years passed, the innocence of childhood began to fade, and your paths diverged dramatically, leading you both down very different roads.
Jongho, with his fierce determination and natural athleticism, found solace in the world of boxing. He was drawn to the sport not just for the physical challenge, but for the discipline and focus it demanded. As he honed his skills, he gained a reputation for his prowess in underground fights, where the stakes were high and the atmosphere charged with adrenaline. His name became synonymous with both admiration and a hint of fear among those who witnessed his matches. The way he moved in the ring was almost poetic, a dance of power and precision that left spectators in awe. Yet, as he embraced this new identity, he also embraced his introverted nature, relishing the distance it created between him and the chaotic world outside. The thrill of the fight became his refuge, a place where he could channel his emotions and escape the pressures of social interaction.
In stark contrast, you blossomed into a social butterfly, effortlessly weaving connections with everyone you met. Your charisma and warmth drew people in, and you thrived in the company of others. Whether it was at school, community events, or casual gatherings, you found joy in the vibrant tapestry of relationships you were creating. Conversations flowed easily, and you had a knack for making others feel seen and valued. The constant stream of strangers approaching you, eager to engage, filled your days with excitement and energy. However, for Jongho, this was a source of exhaustion. The noise, the crowds, the endless small talk—it all drained him, prompting him to pull away from the very social circles that you flourished in.
As you navigated the complexities of adolescence, you began to notice the growing distance between you and Jongho. At first, you attributed it to the natural ebb and flow of growing up, the way friendships sometimes shift and change as people discover their own identities. You believed that this was simply a part of life, a phase that everyone went through. But deep down, you were sad to see the two of you drift apart.
You felt a pull to reconnect with Jongho, leading you to the gym where the air was thick with determination and sweat. The rhythmic thud of fists meeting pads echoed in the background, a symphony of effort and grit that seemed to resonate with your own restless spirit. As you neared, the sound of your name caught your attention, prompting you to pause and listen closely.
Peering through the glass, you spotted Jongho throwing punches, his focus unwavering, each strike a testament to his dedication. His brow was furrowed in concentration, muscles taut as he moved with a fluidity that spoke of countless hours spent honing his craft. The sight of him, so immersed in his training, sent a rush of warmth through you, a reminder of the connection you once shared.
But the moment was interrupted by the casual banter of two others standing by, their voices cutting through the intensity of the gym. "She talks to everyone, man," one remarked, a hint of mockery lacing his tone. You felt a flicker of annoyance at the comment, but brushed it off, convincing yourself it was just idle chatter. However, the next words stung like a sharp jab to the gut: "Don't think you're special." The casual dismissal hung in the air, heavy and unwelcome, causing a frown to tug at your lips. You felt a mix of emotions swirling within you—frustration, embarrassment, and a tinge of sadness.
His laughter was hollow, a mockery that stung like a sharp breeze cutting through the warmth of the room. It echoed off the walls, a cruel sound that seemed to linger in the air long after it had faded. "She should be opening books, not legs," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain, followed by a condescending chuckle that felt like a slap. "Blow minds, not guys, right?" The words twisted in your chest, each syllable a dagger that threatened to pierce through your composure. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the weight of his accusations pressing down on you like a heavy shroud, suffocating and relentless.
Jongho, mid-punch, froze at the sound of those words, his expression shifting from concentration to icy fury. The atmosphere around him crackled with tension as he turned to confront the man, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash. "What are you doing, Jongho?" the guy stammered, confusion etched on his face, his bravado faltering under the intensity of Jongho's glare. But before he could fully process the moment, before he could retreat into the safety of his ignorance, Jongho's fist connected with his jaw in a swift, brutal motion. The impact was jarring, sending the man crashing to the ground, his laughter silenced, replaced by the stunned realization of his own vulnerability.
His friend stood by, eyes wide with fear, the shock of the sudden violence rendering him momentarily speechless. Jongho turned to him, his voice low and fierce, a protective growl that resonated with unyielding loyalty. "Don't talk about her like that." The words hung in the air, a declaration of solidarity that reverberated through the silence that followed. With that, he grabbed his towel, draping it around his neck with a sense of finality, and walked away, leaving behind a heavy silence filled with unspoken loyalty and the remnants of a confrontation that had shifted the dynamics of their world.
As he walked, the echoes of the confrontation faded, but the weight of his actions lingered in the air, a testament to the bond he shared with you. Jongho's fierce defense was a reminder that, even though you aren't as close anymore, he was still a good friend of yours. Jongho emerged from the door, his eyes landing on you, a gentle warmth spreading across his face. "You… How long have you…What did you hear?" he stammered, searching for the right words to understand what you had overheard.
"All of it," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You watched as his shoulders drooped, a hint of regret flickering in his expression as if he failed to shield you from it.
"Thank you," you murmured, your heart aching for him. The sincerity in your voice seemed to catch him off guard, causing a blush to bloom on his cheeks, a vivid contrast to the coolness of the room. It was a fleeting moment of connection, one that spoke volumes more than words ever could.
He quickly lifted the towel over his head, pretending to wipe away the sweat that glistened on his brow, but in truth, he was simply trying to mask his embarrassment. The gesture was endearing, a small attempt to regain some semblance of composure. You couldn’t help but smile at his awkwardness, the way he fumbled with the towel as if it were a shield against the vulnerability that had just been laid bare between you.
"Jongho," you said gently, taking a step closer, "you don’t have to hide from me." Your words hung in the air, an invitation for him to drop the pretense and embrace the honesty of the moment. He hesitated, his gaze flickering between the floor and your eyes, as if weighing the risk of opening up against the comfort of retreating back into his shell.
"I just… I couldn't let them talk about you like that," he finally admitted, his voice low and earnest. The sincerity in his tone tugged at your heartstrings. He leaned closer, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Besides, I know you're not the type… You haven't even had your first kiss yet," he teased, his words laced with a hint of mischief that made your heart race. A warm flush crept across your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and excitement, but a smile broke through as you met his gaze, feeling a thrill at the banter.
"Care to change that?" you shot back, your voice light and teasing, the challenge hanging in the air between you like a delicate thread. His smirk faltered for just a moment, surprise flickering in his eyes before he huffed, turning away with a playful pout. There was a mix of challenge and shyness in his demeanor, a battle between wanting to accept your dare and the bashfulness that held him back.
He walked off, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched as if to shield himself from the weight of your words. You could see the faintest hint of a blush creeping up his neck, and it made your heart flutter. The playful tension lingered in the air, wrapping around you like a warm blanket, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of exhilaration.
As he glanced back over his shoulder, a flicker of determination sparked in his eyes, and you knew this wasn’t over. The challenge had been set, and the game was just beginning. You felt a surge of confidence, a daring spirit igniting within you. Maybe, just maybe, you could turn this playful teasing into something more.
Pairing: Ateez x Fem. Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 8.3k
Summary: You two are so obvious with your feelings: Kiss already!
Hongjoong
You and he shared a comfortable familiarity, often finding yourselves together at various events. He always sought you out as his preferred companion, especially when he had the chance to bring someone along. So, when the invitation to a fashion show arrived, his heart raced at the thought of bringing you. Typically, he would have to settle for a group member, but with everyone else tied up, he seized the opportunity to invite you instead.
As you journeyed together, a thrill coursed through both of you, seated side by side on the plane. Despite the fatigue weighing on your eyelids, the two of you couldn't help but chatting with each other. At first it was about the anticipation for the fashion show you both were to attend but eventually, it changed to the two of you talking about everything and nothing. The excitement of the fashion show paled in comparison to the joy of being in each other's company. The excitement of the event was merely a backdrop to the vibrant connection you shared, a connection that seemed to spark with every shared glance and playful nudge.
Laughter and whispered secrets filled the air as you talked endlessly, your voices mingling with the soft sounds of the cabin. You exchanged stories, dreams, and silly anecdotes, each word drawing you closer together. The hours slipped away like grains of sand through your fingers, the outside world fading into a blur as you lost yourselves in each other’s presence. Time felt elastic, stretching and bending around the warmth of your shared moments until exhaustion finally claimed you, leaving you both in a fit of giggles, your laughter echoing softly in the confined space.
The moments spent together felt precious, like rare gems that you tucked away in the corners of your hearts. Even the briefest of separations to retreat to your own hotel rooms felt like a cruel interruption to the magic you had created. Each time you parted, a pang of reluctance tugged at your heart, a silent wish that you could remain together, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s company.
By chance, the two of you reunited in the morning light, the soft rays filtering through the large windows and casting a warm glow over the bustling backstage area. The air was filled with the scent of hairspray and the faint hum of chatter as the makeup and hair team worked their magic around you, transforming the space into a whirlwind of creativity and excitement.
As you sat together, Hongjoong's eyes sparkled with anticipation, his gaze flickering between the mirror and the door of the dressing room. He was the first to complete his look, donning his fashion show outfit with eager anticipation. The ensemble was a striking blend of bold colors and intricate patterns, perfectly tailored to accentuate his figure and showcase his unique style. He felt a rush of confidence as he admired himself in the mirror, but his excitement was tinged with impatience as he waited for you to emerge.
While he waited outside the dressing room, an unshakeable restlessness settled in; his foot tapped a steady beat against the floor, a rhythm that echoed the pulse of his racing heart. His thumb mindlessly scrolled through social media, but the posts and notifications blurred into the background as his mind wandered. He found himself lost in thoughts of you, imagining how stunning you would look when you finally stepped out, transformed and glowing.
He pictured the way your hair would cascade around your shoulders, perfectly styled to frame your face, and how the makeup team would enhance your natural beauty, bringing out the sparkle in your eyes. The anticipation built within him, a mix of admiration and longing, as he envisioned the moment you would finally reveal yourself. Then as you emerged, Hongjoong's gaze locked onto you, igniting a warmth that spread through him like wildfire. He had always known you were beautiful, but in that moment, you radiated an undeniable allure that took his breath away.
Unable to resist the magnetic pull you had on him, his eyes roamed over you, taking in every detail—the way your hair cascaded around your shoulders, the sparkle in your eyes, and the way your outfit hugged your figure just right. It was as if the world around him faded away, and all that existed was you. Before he could think twice, the words slipped from his lips, raw and unfiltered: "You look so good."
The realization of his words hit him like a jolt, and he felt his heart skip a beat as he watched the blush creep across your cheeks, a delicate pink that mirrored the heat now coloring his own face. It was a moment suspended in time, where the air crackled with unspoken feelings, and the weight of vulnerability hung between you like a fragile thread.
Your eyes sparkled as you stammered, "You look great too," the words escaping your lips only deepening the blush on your cheeks. The moment hung in the air, charged with an electric tension that made your heart race. Hongjoong mirrored your embarrassment, his own face flushing with warmth, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You could see the way his eyes darted away for a moment as if he were trying to gather his thoughts, but they quickly returned to you, filled with a mixture of surprise and delight.
To an outsider, it was a charming scene reminiscent of two shy teenagers caught in the throes of first love—sweet yet slightly exasperating. The way you both fumbled over your words, the nervous laughter that bubbled up between you, and the way your hands instinctively found each other in a fleeting moment of connection painted a picture of innocence and longing. How could neither of you see that the affection you felt was clearly reflected in each other's gaze!?
Hongjoong extended his arm to you, and with a warm smile, you accepted it, feeling a spark of connection. Posing side by side for the cameras, you both struck a perfect balance—your outfits harmonizing beautifully. His ensemble, a striking blend of bold colors and intricate patterns, complemented your elegant attire, which featured delicate details and a touch of shimmer. Each piece was unique, yet together, they created a visual symphony that caught the eye of every photographer present. The flashes of the cameras illuminated the moment, capturing not just your appearance but the chemistry that radiated between you.
Seated together in the audience, you immersed yourselves in the show, sharing whispered comments and laughter that made the experience even more enjoyable. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the energy of creativity and talent on display. As the performances unfolded, you found yourselves leaning closer, exchanging glances that spoke volumes—each looks a silent conversation filled with admiration and delight.
Meanwhile, social media buzzed with excitement over your stunning photos as fans and followers eagerly shared the images that showcased your enchanting moment. The posts flooded in, each one highlighting the chemistry and style you both exuded. Hashtags trended, and comments poured in, celebrating not just the event but the undeniable connection that seemed to blossom between you.
That evening, you found yourselves in Hongjoong's room, sifting through a collection of photos captured by fans. Anticipating a flood of comments praising Hongjoong, you were pleasantly surprised to discover that most were directed at you, celebrating your beauty. The outpouring of affection was both heartwarming and a bit overwhelming. You shared your feelings with Hongjoong, who simply smiled, his gaze steady and sincere. "You truly were breathtaking," he replied, his confidence shining through without a hint of shyness.
As your gaze met his, warmth flooded your cheeks, igniting a spark in his eyes. "Did you catch the buzz about me in these pictures?" he inquired, eagerly presenting his phone, revealing the comments beneath the image.
"Everyone's watching him, but he's looking at her." The heat returned to your face, and Hongjoong's smile deepened, a knowing glint in his expression.
"Looks like we're both not so discreet about how we feel."
Seonghwa
Seonghwa and you were friends. You met with mutual friends, and your bond grew with shared experiences, late-night conversations, and countless inside jokes that only the two of you understood. Whenever time allowed, your group would gather, creating cherished memories together—whether it was spontaneous road trips, cozy movie nights, or simply lounging in a park, basking in the sun and each other’s company—each moment spent together felt like a treasure, a reminder of the joy that friendship could bring.
Yet, amidst the camaraderie, it became painfully clear to everyone else that you and Seonghwa harbored unspoken feelings for one another. The way your eyes lit up when he entered the room, or how he would always find a reason to brush against you, sent ripples of understanding through your friends. They exchanged knowing glances and stifled giggles, fully aware of the chemistry that crackled between you two. It was a delightful yet exasperating spectacle for them, watching as you both remained blissfully unaware of the love blossoming right under your noses.
Your friends often found themselves in fits of laughter, recounting the moments that highlighted your obliviousness. Like the time Seonghwa had playfully teased you about your favorite movie, and you had blushed, completely missing the way his gaze lingered on you, filled with something deeper than mere friendship. Or the way you would both get lost in conversation, oblivious to the world around you, while your friends exchanged exasperated sighs, wishing you could see what was so clear to them.
How you could overlook such a connection was a mystery that left them both amused and frustrated. They would often plot and scheme, trying to nudge you both toward the realization of your feelings. Subtle hints were dropped, and playful nudges were given, but you and Seonghwa remained blissfully ignorant, wrapped up in your own little world. It was as if you were two stars in a vast universe, orbiting each other yet unable to recognize the gravitational pull that drew you closer.
\With the shifting seasons and the passage of time, your friends became increasingly resolute in their mission to reveal the truth to you both. They orchestrated gatherings designed to bring you and Seonghwa closer, yearning for that elusive spark to blossom into something more. One evening, they lured you both to a party, claiming it would be a group affair, yet as the night unfolded, everyone else faded into the background, leaving just you and Seonghwa in each other's company.
Seonghwa stood patiently outside the bathroom, wanting to ensure you wouldn’t have to search for him when you finished. His heart raced when he caught sight of you peeking out, beckoning him to enter. As he stepped inside, the door clicked softly behind him, sealing them in a world that felt just a little too small for the tension that hung between them. His breath hitched at the sight of your dress, still partially unzipped, the fabric cascading down your shoulders and revealing a tantalizing glimpse of your skin. The way the light caught the delicate material made it shimmer, accentuating your figure in a way that made it hard for him to look away.
He fought to keep his eyes locked on yours, knowing that the moment was fragile and electric. His pulse quickened as he asked, "What's up?" His voice came out steadier than he felt, but he could feel the warmth creeping up his neck, betraying the fluttering in his chest.
You stepped closer, the air between you thick with unspoken words and lingering glances. "I was hoping you could help me with this," you said, gesturing to the zipper that hung tantalizingly low on your back. The invitation was clear, and Seonghwa felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks.
"Of course," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a step forward, closing the distance between you, and reached for the zipper. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity through him. He could feel the warmth radiating from your body, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
With each gentle tug of the zipper, he felt the weight of the moment, every nuance etched in his mind—the soft hitch in your breath, the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. He longed to hold onto this instant, to imprint the sensation of you against him, the air thick with unspoken tension. "All done," he murmured, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability as he completed the task. Stepping back, he was struck by how the distance between you seemed to pulse with an undeniable closeness, a realization dawning on him of just how close you truly were.
You must have been feeling it, too, because your cheeks had a faint blush. " Thank you," you said quietly. You turned to face him fully, and in that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of anticipation and unspoken feelings.
For a fleeting moment, your eyes locked, and without a second thought, Seonghwa's fingers grazed your cheek, his touch igniting a spark within him. The warmth of his hand enveloped your face, sending a shiver down your spine, a sensation that felt both foreign and exhilarating. Time seemed to stand still as you remained perfectly still, caught in the magnetic pull of his presence. He drew nearer, his other hand finding its place on your waist, fingers splayed tenderly, as if he were anchoring you to this moment.
The air thickened with anticipation, heavy with unspoken words and shared secrets, as he leaned in closer. His breath, warm and inviting, caressed your skin, sending a wave of warmth flooding through you. It was as if the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in this intimate bubble. He paused, his gaze searching yours, as if inviting you to bridge the final gap that separated you.
With a surge of courage, your heart racing in your chest, you rose to meet him. The world around you blurred into insignificance as your lips finally intertwined, a soft collision that sent a rush of emotions spilling forth. It was a sweet, electric connection, igniting a fire deep within you both. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened, fueled by the longing that had been building between you.
Every brush of his lips against yours felt like a promise, a declaration of feelings that had been simmering just beneath the surface. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace, and in that moment, everything else faded away. The worries of the world, the doubts that had lingered in the back of your mind, all vanished, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of being lost in each other.
As you pulled away slightly, breathless and wide-eyed, you could see the reflection of your own emotions mirrored in his gaze. There was a vulnerability there, a shared understanding that this moment was just the beginning of something beautiful. Exiting the bathroom, you were met with knowing grins and playful smirks from your friends, all too aware of the unspoken bond that had finally blossomed between you. With a shared glance, you brushed off their teasing and seamlessly joined the laughter, fingers intertwined, a silent promise of what was to come.
Yunho
Yunho had a soft spot for you. Anyone with eyes could see that. It was as if the air around you crackled with an unspoken energy, a magnetic pull that drew the two of you to each other. In your presence, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of warmth and understanding. Your eyes sparkled with a light that ignited something deep within him, a longing to protect and cherish you at all costs. He found himself mesmerized by the way you moved, the grace in your gestures, and the kindness that radiated from your very being.
You seemed to draw closer to him effortlessly, as if an invisible force connected your hearts, weaving an intricate tapestry of emotions that neither of you could fully comprehend. It was a bond that transcended words, a silent promise that whispered of shared dreams and unspoken hopes. Every glance you exchanged was charged with meaning, every touch a gentle reminder of the connection that blossomed between you.
He had a way of turning every adventure into a shared experience, always extending an invitation for you to join him. This bond led to countless moments spent together with him and the rest of the group. Tonight, as you all strolled toward a cozy Ramen shop, the air was filled with the enticing aroma of savory broth and the sound of sizzling ingredients. Laughter and chatter filled the chilly air, painting your cheeks with a rosy hue, a delightful contrast to the crispness of the evening. The streets were alive with energy, the glow of neon signs illuminating the path ahead, casting playful shadows on the pavement.
As the bustling heart of the town approached, the throngs of people surged around you, a vibrant sea of faces and voices. The atmosphere was electric, a blend of excitement and anticipation that seemed to pulse through the crowd. You could hear snippets of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the distant strains of music, all merging into a symphony of urban life.
Without a second thought, Yunho's hand slipped into yours, fingers intertwining effortlessly, ensuring you remained close to him amidst the crowd. His grip was warm and reassuring, a silent promise that you wouldn’t get lost in the chaos. Neither of you thought much of it, almost as if it was second nature that the two of you would cling to each other.
The remaining members lingered outside the Ramen shop, eagerly awaiting your arrival. As you and Yunho drew near, the first thing they noticed was your hands intertwined, not merely clasped together but fingers entwined, revealing the profound connection you shared. It was a sight that spoke volumes, a silent declaration of affection that seemed to radiate warmth even in the cool evening air.
Their playful banter erupted as you approached, a chorus of teasing and laughter that made your heart flutter. Wooyoung, ever the instigator, was the first to break the ice, his voice dripping with mock jealousy as he exclaimed, "Ohhh, you won't hold my hand that way!" His exaggerated pout and wide eyes drew a round of chuckles from the others, who chimed in with their own playful jabs.
You and Yunho exchanged a quick glance, a shared moment of amusement and embarrassment. As you both looked down at your joined hands, a warm blush crept onto your cheeks, realizing just how intimate that simple gesture truly was. It was as if the world around you faded for a moment, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of affection.
"Come on, guys, it's not like that!" you protested, though your voice lacked any real conviction. The warmth of Yunho's hand in yours felt grounding, and you couldn't help but smile at the playful antics of your friends.
"Yeah, yeah, we get it," San chimed in, a teasing grin plastered on his face. "You two are practically a couple now!" His words sent another wave of heat to your cheeks, and you could feel Yunho's grip tighten slightly as if he were trying to reassure you amidst the teasing.
"Just admit it! You’re both in love!" Mingi added, his voice booming with laughter, and the rest of the group erupted into a chorus of exaggerated sighs and swoons, mimicking the sounds of a dramatic romance.
You couldn't help but laugh along, the lightheartedness of the moment easing any lingering embarrassment. Yunho, ever the charming one, leaned in closer, his voice low and playful as he whispered, "Maybe we are." His teasing tone sent your heart racing, and you felt a thrill at the thought of being so openly affectionate in front of your friends.
Yeosang
Yeosang was known for his quiet and shy nature, so the friendships he managed to cultivate were very precious to him. However, he isn't very obvious about it. His gentle demeanor and thoughtful approach to relationships created a unique bond with those fortunate enough to be part of his inner circle. When he finally welcomed you into his life, you became one of those select individuals, a testament to the trust and affection he reserved for a few.
Among the group, it was you who experienced his quiet moments, those rare instances when he let his guard down and allowed his true self to shine through. In those fleeting seconds, you could see the depth of his character—the way his eyes sparkled with unspoken thoughts, or how a soft smile would grace his lips when he felt at ease. Together, you both enjoyed the peaceful connection that flourished between you, a calm refuge in the midst of life's chaos.
In a world that often felt overwhelming, your bond with Yeosang became a sanctuary. Whether it was sharing a quiet cup of tea, exchanging stories under the stars, or simply sitting in comfortable silence, those moments were imbued with a sense of tranquility that was hard to find elsewhere. You learned to appreciate the beauty in the understated, the way his laughter could light up a room, yet his presence could also bring a soothing stillness that wrapped around you like a warm blanket.
As time passed, the depth of your friendship grew, revealing layers of understanding and empathy that transcended words. You became attuned to his moods, able to sense when he needed space or when he craved companionship. In return, he offered you a safe haven, a place where you could be your true self without fear of judgment. Together, you navigated the complexities of life, finding solace in each other's company and creating a bond that was as resilient as it was tender.
On one of his playful days, Yeosang snatched your phone with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his cheeky grin hinting at the fun that was about to unfold. You watched, half amused and half exasperated, as he settled into a comfortable position, the world around him fading into the background. With a swift motion, he pulled out a pen and began to sketch on the clear case, his focus unwavering. The way his brow furrowed in concentration was endearing, and you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation for what he was creating.
When he finally returned your phone, he did so without a word, his grin still plastered on his face. You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, but he simply shrugged, as if to say it was all part of the fun. It wasn’t until later, when you absentmindedly picked up your phone, that you discovered his little masterpiece—a tiny cat, complete with exaggerated whiskers and a playful expression, perched adorably on the back of your case.
A smile blossomed on your face, chasing away any initial annoyance you might have felt at the sudden interruption. Instead of irritation, you felt a warm rush of affection. The drawing was simple, yet it radiated joy and whimsy, capturing the essence of Yeosang’s playful spirit. Each glance at that tiny cat transformed it into a cherished good luck charm, a reminder of the laughter and light he brought into your life.
Days turned into weeks, and the little cat became a part of your daily routine. It was there during late-night study sessions, comforting you with its presence, and it accompanied you on outings, a silent witness to your adventures. You found yourself smiling at it often, recalling the moment Yeosang had created it, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, and the warmth of his laughter echoing in your mind.
So, when the time came to upgrade to a new phone case, you felt a twinge of nostalgia. The old case had become more than just a protective cover; it was a canvas of memories. Eagerly, you approached Yeosang, your heart racing with excitement. “Can you draw something for my new case?” you asked, your eyes shining with hope.
He consented to sketch another portrait of you, but only if you reciprocated by decorating his phone case. As you traded cases, you felt a rush of excitement, knowing that this small act would create a tangible connection between you. He handed you his sleek, black phone case, its surface smooth and unblemished, while you offered him your vibrant, patterned one, adorned with colorful designs that reflected your personality.
With a sense of purpose, you set to work, each of you armed with markers and a shared enthusiasm for creativity. You carefully sketched a whimsical illustration on his case, a playful depiction of a cat lounging in a sunbeam, its tail curling in a relaxed manner. He watched intently, occasionally offering suggestions and teasing you about your artistic choices, which only fueled your determination to make it perfect.
In return, he took his time with your case, his brow furrowed in concentration as he crafted a delicate drawing of a blooming flower, its petals unfurling in a burst of color. You admired his attention to detail, the way he brought the illustration to life with each stroke. The atmosphere was filled with a sense of camaraderie, as you both immersed yourselves in the creative process, sharing ideas and encouraging one another.
As the final touches were added, you stepped back to admire your handiwork. The phone cases now bore the marks of your collaboration, each a personal tribute to the other’s creativity. It felt as though you shared matching phone cases, a symbol of your connection and the fun you had together.
Throughout his tour, Yeosang often found himself staring at the drawing you had put on his phone case, lost in memories of you. His fingers would trace the image, each touch evoking thoughts of your bright smile and the pain of missing you. On the days when you longed for him, you sought comfort in the drawing he made specifically for you, a gentle reminder of the bond you share.
As soon as he returned, he swept you into his arms, wrapping you in a warm embrace that felt both surprising and perfect. He rarely showed such affection in public, yet the moment felt too right to resist. You held him close, matching his intensity. "Your drawing is beginning to fade," he murmured, a hint of playful annoyance in his voice, and you couldn't help but grin at his concern.
You promised, "I'll make a new one for you," your heart fluttering at the thought.
San
From the instant San laid eyes on you, he felt an undeniable certainty that you were destined to be a significant part of his life. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together, weaving your paths into a tapestry of shared experiences and unspoken understanding. There was an electric spark in the air, a magnetic pull that drew him closer to you, igniting a sense of familiarity that felt both exhilarating and comforting.
San had a unique way of embracing friendships, pouring affection into every moment he spent with those he cared about. He had an innate ability to make people feel seen and appreciated, ensuring that you felt cherished and valued in ways that were both subtle and profound. Whether it was through a warm smile, a thoughtful gesture, or simply being present in the moment, he had a knack for making you feel like you were the most important person in the room.
You were no different in this regard; you reciprocated his warmth and kindness, creating a beautiful rhythm of connection between the two of you. Your laughter intertwined effortlessly, and your conversations flowed like a gentle stream, revealing layers of thoughts and dreams that you both held dear. It was a bond that felt natural, as if you had known each other for lifetimes, and with each passing day, it deepened in ways that neither of you could fully articulate.
His friends often playfully nudged him, suggesting that the bond he shared with you transcended mere friendship. They would exchange knowing glances and teasing remarks, hinting at something more profound that lingered just beneath the surface. They saw the way his eyes lit up when he spoke of you, the way his laughter became more vibrant in your presence, and how he seemed to carry a sense of joy that was unmistakably tied to you.
In those moments of playful banter, San would often brush off their comments with a smile, but deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were onto something. There was a flicker of hope in his heart, a whisper of possibility that suggested that what he felt for you was more than just friendship. It was a connection that transcended the ordinary, a bond that hinted at a future filled with shared dreams, adventures, and perhaps even love.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the undeniable chemistry between you both continued to grow. Every shared adventure, every whispered secret in the stillness of the night, and every fleeting gaze only reinforced the truth that your bond transcended mere friendship.
In this moment, with a light buzz from the drinks, you animatedly spoke about a passion of yours. He, equally tipsy, could only gaze at you with adoration, his eyes sparkling with admiration and something deeper, something that made your heart race. The way he leaned in, hanging on your every word, made you feel like the most captivating person in the world.
When your eyes met, the intensity of your shared affection was so palpable that it seemed almost comical to think you had ever believed it was just platonic. The air around you crackled with unspoken words, a tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying. You could see it in the way his smile widened, the way his breath hitched slightly as he caught your gaze. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you to this very moment, where the lines between friendship and something more blurred into a beautiful haze. The laughter, the shared glances, the warmth of his presence—it all coalesced into a realization that was impossible to ignore. You were not just friends.
San's fingers brushed against your skin, a desperate need igniting within him. The warmth of your body seemed to radiate into his, drawing him closer as if an invisible thread connected you two. The moment your cheeks nestled in his hands, he lost all sense of reason, leaning in to claim your lips with his. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a silent confession of everything he had kept buried deep within.
Time seemed to stand still as the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate bubble. The taste of your lips was intoxicating, a sweet blend of longing and affection that sent shivers down his spine. When he finally drew back, breathless and wide-eyed, rather than feeling any surprise or shame, he let his affection spill forth, showering your face with tender kisses. Each gentle peck was a testament to the depth of his feelings for you, a silent promise that he would cherish you always.
His lips danced across your forehead, your cheeks, and the bridge of your nose, each kiss a soft whisper of adoration. He could feel the warmth of your blush beneath his touch, and it only fueled the fire within him. The way your eyes sparkled with surprise and delight made his heart race, and he couldn’t help but smile against your skin, feeling as if he were the luckiest person alive.
“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with sincerity. The vulnerability in his tone made your heart flutter, and you could see the raw emotion etched across his features. It was as if he was laying bare his soul, revealing the depths of his affection in a way that words alone could never capture.
He pulled back slightly, searching your eyes for any hint of hesitation, but all he found was warmth and acceptance. Encouraged, he leaned in again, this time capturing your lips with a gentler urgency as if he were afraid to break the spell that had enveloped you both. The kiss deepened a dance of passion and tenderness, each movement a reflection of the bond that had been growing between you.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. The worries of the world faded into the background, leaving only the two of you lost in each other’s embrace. San’s hands cradled your face, his thumbs brushing softly against your skin as if he were memorizing every detail. He wanted to remember this feeling, this connection, forever.
Mingi
You had been one of Mingi's closest friends since he was young. Your mothers were friends, and they delighted in the happy coincidence of your similar ages. With a shared enthusiasm for nurturing this newfound connection, they frequently arranged playdates, filling your days with laughter and adventure as you both age.
To their delight, you and Mingi connected effortlessly, as if you had known each other for years. While he often presented a serious exterior, characterized by his deep voice and sharp look, a playful nature lay just beneath the surface. It was this hidden spark that made him a wonderful companion, capable of transforming even the simplest of moments into something magical.
As you both navigated the world of childhood together, your relationship flourished organically. The afternoons spent building forts out of blankets, racing toy cars down makeshift tracks, and embarking on imaginary quests became the foundation of a treasured bond. Each shared secret and whispered joke deepened your connection, creating a tapestry of memories that would be woven into the fabric of your lives.
As the years passed, those innocent games evolved, but the essence of your friendship remained unchanged. You supported each other through the trials of growing up, celebrating victories and comforting one another during setbacks. The laughter you shared echoed through the hallways of your childhood, a constant reminder of the joy that friendship can bring.
As Ateez soared to new heights, a shadow of doubt crept into your heart, whispering that your friendship might fade away. The whirlwind of fame and success often had a way of pulling people apart, and you couldn’t help but worry that Mingi, with his rising stardom, would become too busy for the little moments that had once defined your bond. The late-night conversations, the spontaneous outings, and the shared laughter felt like they were slipping through your fingers like grains of sand.
Yet Mingi, with his unwavering dedication, ensured that bond remained unbreakable. He was acutely aware of the pressures that came with his newfound fame, and he made it his mission to prioritize your friendship above all else. No matter how hectic his schedule became, he always carved out time for you, proving that true connections could withstand the test of time and circumstance.
He consistently found moments amidst his busy life to share with you, whether it was inviting you to the studio to hear his latest tracks or assisting him in preparing for an event, where you would help him choose the perfect outfit, laughing together as he tried on different looks. Those moments were filled with joy and a sense of normalcy, reminding you both of the bond you had forged long before the world knew his name.
Even in the midst of packing for an adventure, Mingi would pause to share stories and inside jokes, his laughter echoing in the room as he tossed clothes into his suitcase. He would look at you with that familiar spark in his eyes, reassuring you that no matter how far he traveled or how many fans he gained, your friendship would always be a priority. Each shared experience, each moment of connection, served as a testament to the strength of your relationship, a reminder that true friendship could weather any storm.
You stood just behind the cameras, captivated as he and the rest of the group filmed their latest project. The energy on set was electric, a whirlwind of choreography and laughter, with the bright lights illuminating their every move. Mingi, with his infectious charisma and undeniable talent, was a standout, his every step radiating confidence. You watched, entranced, as he executed each dance move with precision, his body moving in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the music.
When the break was announced, a wave of relief washed over the group. Mingi made his way directly to you, his face flushed from the exertion but his smile as bright as ever. You quickly reached for his water bottle, offering it to him with a warm smile. He gulped it down eagerly, the cool liquid a welcome relief against the heat of the studio. You could see the exhaustion etched in his features, the way his shoulders slumped slightly as he took a moment to catch his breath. It was a stark contrast to the vibrant energy he had just displayed on camera.
Without a second thought, you reached up to adjust his disheveled outfit, your fingers brushing against the smooth skin of his chest where the button-up gaped open. The fabric was soft beneath your fingertips, and you felt a rush of warmth at the intimacy of the moment. You carefully tucked the loose fabric back into place, your heart racing as you realized how close you were to him. Mingi looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with gratitude and something else—something that made your breath hitch in your throat.
“Thanks,” he said, his voice low and slightly breathless, sending a shiver down your spine. There was a moment of silence between you, the bustling set fading into the background as you both held each other’s gaze. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint smell of sweat and hard work. It was intoxicating.
“Anytime,” you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper. You could feel your cheeks warming, and you quickly looked away, focusing on the chaos of the set around you. But Mingi’s presence lingered, a magnetic pull that made it hard to concentrate on anything else.
Mingi’s expression shifted slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he broke the tension. “You know, if you keep looking at me like that, I might just get used to it,” he teased, his voice laced with a charming confidence that made your cheeks flush. You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and airy, breaking the spell that had momentarily enveloped you both.
“Maybe I just enjoy watching you work,” you replied, trying to sound casual, but the way your heart raced betrayed your attempt at nonchalance. He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting, and you felt a flutter in your stomach at the way he seemed to genuinely appreciate your presence.
The way his hair fell slightly over his forehead, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, and the way he seemed to light up the room with his presence—it was all mesmerizing. "I must admit, I enjoy watching you behind the cameras, waiting for me," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin. "Honestly, I just enjoy watching you," he says, his tone deepening with sincerity, causing your heart to flutter wildly.
In that moment, everything else fades away—the worries, the noise, the chaos of the world outside. It’s just you and him, suspended in a bubble of connection that feels both fragile and exhilarating. You realize that this is more than just a fleeting moment; it’s a promise of something deeper, something that could change everything.
Wooyoung
Wooyoung thrived on physical affection with his friends, relishing every moment spent in their company—whether it was draping himself over them, sharing warm hugs, or stealing playful kisses. His need to express love knew no bounds, and you were no exception. With you, he found joy in every gentle touch, always seeking a way to connect and share his warmth.
Every encounter with Wooyoung felt like a burst of sunshine, illuminating even the cloudiest of days. He had an innate ability to make those around him feel cherished and valued, and his affection was a language all its own. When he draped himself over you, it was as if he was wrapping you in a cocoon of comfort, a silent promise that you were safe and loved. His hugs were not just gestures; they were heartfelt embraces that seemed to linger long after he let go, leaving you with a sense of belonging that was hard to shake off.
Playful kisses were his signature move, a delightful surprise that could turn an ordinary moment into something magical. Whether it was a quick peck on the cheek or a teasing brush of lips, each kiss was infused with a sense of mischief and joy that made your heart race. Wooyoung had a way of making even the simplest interactions feel special as if he was crafting a world where love and laughter reigned supreme.
His need for connection was palpable, and he often sought out opportunities to bridge the gap between you two. Whether it was a gentle touch on your arm during a conversation or a playful nudge that sent you both into fits of laughter, he was always looking for ways to deepen your bond. In his presence, you felt a warmth that was both comforting and exhilarating, a reminder that love could be expressed in countless ways.
With Wooyoung, every moment was an invitation to explore the depths of affection. He had a unique ability to make you feel seen and appreciated as if your very existence brought him joy. His laughter was infectious, and the way he looked at you—eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth—made you feel like the most important person in the room. In his world, love was not just a feeling; it was an experience, one that he was eager to share with you at every opportunity.
Initially, Wooyoung brushed off his feelings for you, believing his playful affection was just his way with friends. Yet, there was something special about you, the only girl he treated with such affection. As time passed, Wooyoung began to notice the flutter of excitement that coursed through him whenever others playfully suggested that you were a couple. It was a feeling he couldn't ignore, a spark that ignited something deep within him. He found it endearing how you would blush, your cheeks turning a soft shade of pink, and how you would stumble over your words in denial, trying to brush off the idea with nervous laughter. There was something so charming about your reactions, and he couldn't help but stoke the flames of that sweet confusion by remaining silent, allowing the playful teasing to linger in the air between you.
Yet, despite the growing affection in his heart, Wooyoung found himself caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty. He was afraid of crossing that invisible line, of risking the beautiful friendship you shared. What if he misread the signs? What if his feelings were one-sided? The thought of losing you, of jeopardizing the connection that meant so much to him, held him back from confessing the truth that lay heavy on his heart.
Wooyoung had his arm draped casually over your shoulders, pulling you close to him. In a spontaneous moment, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, prompting laughter and playful teasing from those around you, suggesting that you two were more than just friends.
Wooyoung, ever the charmer, simply shrugged off their comments with a playful grin, his confidence unwavering. But you couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and delight at the attention. You shot him a mock glare, trying to mask your flustered state with a playful protest. "Why do you never deny it?" you asked, your voice laced with feigned annoyance, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you with a smile.
He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Deny what? That we'd look good together?" he replied, his tone teasing yet sincere. The way he looked at you made your heart race, and you could feel the warmth of his body next to yours, amplifying the butterflies in your stomach.
The laughter from your friends continued, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you. You could see the playful glint in his eyes, and despite your earlier embarrassment, you couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of what his words might imply. "You know what I mean!" you shot back, trying to maintain your composure, but the playful banter only made you more flustered.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Maybe I like the idea of us dating." The teasing lilt in his voice sent another wave of heat through you, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound mingling with the playful atmosphere around you.
As the teasing continued, you felt a sense of comfort in the chaos, knowing that whatever the nature of your relationship was, it was something special. You glanced at Wooyoung, who was still wearing that charming smile, and for a moment, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, there was more to this playful dynamic than either of you was willing to admit.
Jongho
You and Jongho shared a bond that was undeniably special, yet you both insisted it was merely friendship. It was a curious paradox, one that seemed to baffle everyone around you. To the casual observer, it was clear that there was something more at play, something that transcended the boundaries of platonic affection. The way you both gravitated toward each other, as if drawn by an invisible force, spoke volumes.
Whenever your eyes met, a spark ignited, illuminating the space between you with an electric energy that was impossible to ignore. Those fleeting moments, when your gazes locked, revealed a depth of feeling that words could never capture. It was in the way your heart raced, the way your breath hitched, and the way a shy smile crept onto your lips. Jongho, with his warm, inviting presence, seemed to understand this unspoken language, responding with a knowing look that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
Conversations between you were laced with a delightful blend of anticipation and bashfulness. Each word exchanged felt like a carefully crafted dance, a delicate balance of teasing and sincerity. You would often find yourselves lost in laughter, the sound ringing out like music, yet there was always an undercurrent of something deeper—a longing that lingered just beneath the surface. The playful banter, the shared secrets, and the inside jokes all hinted at a connection that was rich and complex, yet neither of you dared to fully acknowledge it.
Onlookers couldn’t help but notice the way you leaned into each other during conversations, the subtle touches that sent shivers down your spine, and the way your laughter seemed to harmonize perfectly. Friends would exchange knowing glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity, as they pondered when you would finally confront the undeniable connection.
It was a game of cat and mouse, a delicate dance of emotions that left everyone guessing. Would you ever take that leap? Would you ever dare to voice the feelings that simmered just beneath the surface? The tension was palpable, and with each passing day, the anticipation grew.
The tension grew unbearable until Jongho found himself cornered by his members, who insisted he confess his feelings for you. They had been watching him for weeks, noting the way his eyes lit up whenever you entered the room, how he would laugh a little too loudly at your jokes, and how he always seemed to linger a moment longer than necessary when you were around. Reluctantly, he admitted that his affection ran deeper than mere friendship, a truth he had been trying to suppress for far too long.
His friends exchanged knowing glances, their grins widening as they encouraged him to take the leap. "You have to tell her, Jongho! You can't keep this to yourself any longer!" they urged, their enthusiasm infectious. With a deep breath, he finally confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, "I like her… a lot."
To his astonishment, their excitement was quickly met with a revelation that sent his heart racing: you felt the same way. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, washing over him with a mix of disbelief and elation. Initially doubtful, he began to see the truth in their observations, recalling all the little moments you had shared—the way you would lean in closer when you spoke, the playful banter that always seemed to linger in the air, and the warmth of your smile that made his heart skip a beat.
Yet, when the moment came to face you again, his newfound awareness only intensified his shyness. The thought of confessing to you, of laying his heart bare, filled him with both excitement and dread. Instead of confidence, he became a flustered bundle of nerves, stumbling over his words and blushing furiously in your presence.
As he approached you, his palms grew clammy, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. "Hey, um… can we talk?" he managed to say, his voice cracking slightly. You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with curiosity, and he felt his breath hitch in his throat.
Jongho's mind raced as he tried to gather his thoughts, but all he could focus on was the way you were looking at him, as if you were waiting for him to say something profound. "I, uh… I really like… I mean, I think you're really great," he stammered, his cheeks burning hotter with every word. "No, I mean, I really like you," he blurted out, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them. "Like, more than just friends."
The silence that followed felt like an eternity, and Jongho's heart sank as he braced himself for your response. But then, to his utter disbelief, you broke into a radiant smile, your eyes sparkling with something he had longed to see.
Pairing: BTS x Fem. Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 6.6k
Summary: You start out as just pretending to date, but really, is it so fake?
Seokjin
"Please, just look at me!" you implored, your eyes shimmering with urgency as you gazed up at Jin. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow around you, but the chill of anxiety gripped your heart. "My last date was a disaster, and now I think they might be stalking me. Can you please act like we're a couple until they back off?"
Jin's heart raced, caught off guard by your plea. He could see the fear etched on your face, the way your hands fidgeted nervously at your sides. It was a look he had never seen on you before, and it tugged at something deep within him. He struggled to mask his flustered reaction to the idea of being your pretend boyfriend, his mind racing with the implications of such a charade.
"How do you always find yourself in these situations?" he asked, a mix of concern and disbelief in his voice. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. "I mean, first a bad date, and now this? It’s like you’re living in a rom-com, but without the happy ending."
You took a step closer, your voice dropping to a whisper as if the very air around you was charged with the weight of your predicament. "I know it sounds crazy, but I swear I saw them outside the café after I left. They were just… watching me. I can't shake the feeling that they're still around. I need you, Jin. Just for a little while. If we can act like we're together, maybe they'll think twice about approaching me."
Jin's mind raced. The thought of pretending to be your boyfriend sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, but it was quickly overshadowed by the concern for your safety. He glanced around, half-expecting to see a shadow lurking in the distance, but all he saw were the usual passersby, blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing between you two.
"Okay," he finally said, his voice steadier than he felt. "But we need to set some ground rules. This is just for show, right? No getting too carried away with the whole 'couple' thing." He tried to sound serious, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward despite himself.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, relief flooding your features. "Of course! Just a little hand-holding, maybe some playful banter. You know, the usual, new couple things."
"Alright then," he said, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Let’s do this." He stepped closer, closing the distance between you, and instinctively wrapped an arm around your shoulders. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you quickly reminded yourself of the gravity of the situation.
"Just remember," he continued, his voice low and serious, "we need to look convincing. So, you might have to lean into it a bit. You know, hold my hand or something."
You swallowed hard, the flutter of nerves mixing with a strange thrill at the thought of being so close to him. "Right, holding hands. Got it." You reached out tentatively, your fingers brushing against his before intertwining. The contact felt electric, and you fought the urge to pull away, instead focusing on the task at hand.
As you walked together, Jin kept his gaze scanning the surroundings, his protective instincts kicking in. You could feel the tension in his posture, the way he subtly shifted to place himself between you and the street. It was both comforting and unnerving the way he took on this role so naturally.
"Just act normal," he murmured, glancing down at you with a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "We’re just two people enjoying a day out together."
You nodded, trying to mirror his casual demeanor, but your heart raced as you caught sight of a figure in the distance. The familiar silhouette sent a jolt of panic through you, and you instinctively tightened your grip on Jin’s hand.
"Is that them?" Jin asked, his voice low and tense.
You squinted, trying to make out the features of the person approaching. "I… I think so. I can’t be sure, but it looks like them."
Jin’s expression hardened, and he instinctively pulled you closer, his arm wrapping more securely around your shoulders. "Okay, just keep walking. Look at me, not him."
You turned your gaze up to him, and for a moment, the world around you faded. His eyes were focused and determined, and there was a flicker of something deeper in his expression that made your heart race for an entirely different reason.
You leaned into Jin, your shoulder brushing against his, and he instinctively leaned closer, creating a bubble of intimacy that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. Jin's fingers glided gently across your shoulder, a tender gesture meant to ease the tension of the moment. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of connection that felt both exhilarating and comforting.
As the day unfolded, you found yourselves lost in a world where you truly felt like a couple, seamlessly slipping into the familiar rhythm of your shared time together. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over everything, and the gentle breeze carried with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Each moment felt like a stolen treasure, a fleeting glimpse into a life you both longed to explore.
That night, when Jin escorted you to your apartment, you welcomed him inside with a warmth that felt electric. Even though the person who had been stalking you couldn't see you anymore, it didn't stop the two of you from continuing the act. The movie flickered on the screen, but neither of you paid much attention to the plot unfolding before you. Instead, you were lost in each other’s presence, the warmth of his body beside you creating a cocoon of comfort.
Jin’s fingers found their way into your hair, his touch gentle and deliberate, as if he were weaving a spell that drew you closer. You leaned into him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a soothing backdrop to the electric tension that crackled in the air. In that moment, the pretense melted away, leaving only the undeniable connection between you. You both had lost yourselves in the performance, forgetting it was merely a charade. Yet, the spark between you made it clear that neither of you wished to bring it to an end.
Yoongi
"Yoongi, please! Will you pretend to be my boyfriend? I need my shitty ex to see that I've moved on!" you pleaded, desperation lacing your voice. The words tumbled out in a rush, fueled by the anxiety that had been building inside you ever since you had run into your ex last week.
"Why would I do that? We're not exactly friends," he replied, raising an eyebrow, his tone laced with skepticism. You had to admit he was right; your relationship was more of a casual nod than anything deeper. You had shared mutual friends and exchanged a couple of polite smiles, and that was about it.
"Because I know how much you hate my ex, and you'd never pass up an opportunity to ruin their day!!" You watched as he considered your words, his gaze piercing and thoughtful. You could see the gears turning in his mind, weighing the pros and cons of your outrageous proposal.
"Touché," he finally said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, and for a moment, you thought you might have actually convinced him. "Alright, but just for a short time. I'm a busy guy," he replied, and your heart fluttered with excitement as you expressed your gratitude repeatedly.
It had become a natural occurrence for you both to gravitate towards each other whenever you were near. Yoongi, with his quiet demeanor, rarely sought the spotlight, yet there were undeniable hints of your connection. He had a way of reaching out, whether it was a gentle hand resting on your back or his fingers lightly grazing yours, each touch a soft whisper of the bond you shared, understated yet profoundly intimate.
As the days turned into weeks rumors were definitely going around that the two of you were together. Surrounded by friends, his affection for you became increasingly apparent, manifesting in the little things that made your heart flutter. He held your hand while standing, wrapped his arms around you, and when seated, his arm rested casually behind your chair. Each gesture sent your heart racing, leaving you breathless and delightfully flustered. It was a small act, but it spoke volumes about his desire to be near you, to claim you in a way that was both possessive and affectionate.
"All night, he's had his eyes on you," Yoongi murmured softly, his breath warm against your ear. The intimate proximity sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of excitement that you hadn’t anticipated. You followed his gaze, your heart sinking as you spotted your ex, a shadow lurking in the background, observing the connection you shared with Yoongi. His presence was like a dark cloud hovering over what should have been a carefree evening, a reminder of past heartaches that you thought you had buried.
You hadn’t even realized he was there, your heart racing solely from the electric moments unfolding between you and Yoongi. The way he leaned in closer, the way his fingers brushed against your arm, ignited a warmth that spread through you, momentarily drowning out the anxiety that your ex's gaze stirred within. You tried to focus on the laughter and the music that surrounded you, but the weight of that familiar stare was hard to shake off.
Despite your efforts to remind yourself that this was merely an act, the line between reality and pretense began to blur, making it increasingly difficult to hold onto that thought. Every shared glance with Yoongi felt genuine, every playful tease igniting a flicker of something deeper within you. You could feel the chemistry crackling in the air, a magnetic pull that drew you closer to him, yet the shadow of your past loomed large, threatening to overshadow the moment.
"Ignore him," Yoongi said, his voice low and soothing as if he could sense the turmoil brewing inside you. "He doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is right here, right now." His words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you found yourself leaning into him, seeking solace in the moment.
Your heart raced at his declaration, an undeniable spark igniting within you. The air around you felt charged, electric, as if the very atmosphere was holding its breath in anticipation. As you met his gaze, uncertainty clouded your thoughts—was this genuine or merely a performance? The intensity in his eyes was both thrilling and terrifying, a magnetic pull that drew you closer even as doubt whispered in the back of your mind.
He seemed to sense your inner turmoil, a playful smirk dancing across his lips, as if he reveled in the effect he had on you. "Difficult to believe this is just a show, isn't it?" he teased, his voice low and inviting, laced with a hint of mischief. You found yourself nodding in silent agreement, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he looked at you, with such intensity and warmth, made it hard to dismiss the possibility that there was something real beneath the surface.
"Perhaps it’s more than that," he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down your spine. He leaned in closer, the world around you fading into a blur as he captured your lips in a kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration that sent waves of warmth cascading through you. You could feel the tension of the moment dissolve, replaced by a rush of emotions that you had been trying to suppress.
As his lips moved against yours, you felt a sense of surrender, as if all your doubts and fears melted away in that single, electrifying moment. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire within you that you hadn’t realized was there, a longing that had been waiting for the right spark to set it ablaze. You lost yourself in the taste of him, the way he held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, and for a fleeting moment, everything else faded into insignificance.
Hoseok
You and Hoseok shared an unbreakable bond, doing everything together whenever he wasn't caught up in his own world. From spontaneous late-night drives to binge-watching your favorite shows, your friendship was a tapestry woven with laughter, shared secrets, and countless memories. So, when you stumbled upon the news that your favorite café was giving away free drinks to couples on Valentine's Day, a playful idea sparked in your mind.
How difficult could it be to act like a couple for a day? The thought danced in your head, igniting a thrill of excitement. After all, you and Hoseok had always had a natural chemistry, a rhythm that felt effortless. You often joked about how you were practically soulmates in friendship, so why not take it a step further, even if just for a day?
You could already picture it: the two of you walking hand in hand, stealing glances at each other, and sharing sweet treats while basking in the warmth of the café's cozy atmosphere. The idea seemed innocent enough, a delightful adventure waiting to unfold. You could already hear Hoseok's laughter ringing in your ears as you imagined his reaction to your proposal.
The next day, you decided to bring it up. You found him lounging on the couch, his hair tousled and a playful grin on his face as he scrolled through his phone. “Hey, Hoseok,” you began, trying to keep your tone casual, "What do you think about pretending to be a couple for Valentine’s Day? The café is giving away free drinks to couples.”
His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you worried he might think you were being serious. But then, a mischievous smile spread across his face, and you knew you had him hooked. “Free drinks? Count me in!” he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.
As the day approached, you both began to plan your little charade. You picked out matching outfits—something cute yet comfortable, a reflection of your playful personalities. Hoseok suggested you both wear heart-shaped accessories, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of him sporting a bright red headband with ears.
On Valentine’s Day, you met at the café, your heart racing with anticipation. The atmosphere was buzzing with love, couples exchanging gifts and sweet nothings. You and Hoseok walked in, hand in hand, and the barista raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile creeping onto her face. “What can I get for the cute couple?"
You exchanged a glance with Hoseok, and he leaned in closer, whispering, “Let’s get something sweet and extra cheesy.”
You both ordered heart-shaped lattes and a slice of red velvet cake to share. As you settled into a cozy corner, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth enveloping you. The café was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft music playing in the background.
“Okay, so what’s the plan now, boyfriend?” you asked, playfully nudging him with your shoulder.
Hoseok grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “How about we take some cute couple selfies? You know, to document our love story?”
You laughed, pulling out your phone. “Alright, but only if we can do some silly poses!” The two of you spent the next half hour snapping pictures, striking ridiculous poses, and making each other laugh until your sides hurt.
It quickly turned into a delightful routine for the two of you. Every weekend, you would embark on little adventures, seeking out charming cafes and cozy restaurants that offered complimentary treats for couples. With each new place you discovered, you slipped into the role of a couple with playful ease, sharing laughter over decadent desserts and clinking glasses filled with sparkling beverages. The atmosphere was always light and filled with joy, as you exchanged teasing banter and playful glances that lingered just a moment too long.
Yet, as the days passed, you couldn't shake the feeling that these outings were evolving into something deeper. The way your hands brushed against each other while reaching for the same pastry sent shivers down your spine, and the warmth of their laughter wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. Each shared moment blurred the lines between mere friendship and the blossoming of something beautifully romantic.
It was an ordinary weekend when everything changed. You and Hobi found yourselves at a club with enticing half-priced drinks, and before long, you were both delightfully intoxicated. As you stumbled into your apartment later that night, passion ignited, and your lips collided with his in a fervent kiss.
The air was thick with unspoken tension, and before you knew it, your lips collided with his in a fervent kiss. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you to this moment, where everything else faded into the background. The taste of his lips was intoxicating, and you felt a rush of warmth spread through you, igniting a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
You explored each other with a sense of urgency, hands roaming and bodies pressing together as if trying to merge into one. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of you, lost in a whirlwind of desire and longing. The music from the club still echoed faintly in your ears, but it was drowned out by the sound of your heartbeats, racing in sync with the thrill of the moment.
Pulling away just enough to catch your breath, you looked into his eyes, searching for clarity amidst the haze of passion. "Hoseok… what are we doing?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
His reply came softly, yet it resonated deeply within you. "What couples do," he said, his gaze steady and sincere. In that moment, everything clicked into place. The laughter, the shared glances, the unspoken connection that had been building between you—it all made sense. You realized that this was more than just a fleeting moment of passion; it was the beginning of something beautiful, something that felt right.
Namjoon
You sprawled across Namjoon's couch in his studio, the soft fabric cradling you as you poured out your heart about life's troubles. The walls were adorned with soundproofing panels and scattered with instruments, a creative chaos that felt oddly comforting. Namjoon sat nearby, his fingers dancing over the keys of a keyboard, lost in the world of melodies and harmonies. He half-listened, nodding occasionally, but his focus was clearly on crafting something new, something that would resonate with the world.
You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. "I just don’t know anymore, Namjoon. It feels like everyone around me is moving forward, and I’m just… stuck," you confessed, your voice tinged with frustration. He glanced up, his brow furrowing slightly, but then his attention drifted back to the notes he was weaving together, a gentle hum escaping his lips as he tried to capture the essence of what he was feeling.
Suddenly, your phone buzzed, breaking the moment. You reached for it, curiosity piqued, and your heart sank a little as you saw the name of a friend lighting up the screen. It was an invitation to yet another party, the kind that promised laughter, dancing, and the usual crowd of familiar faces. You sighed dramatically, the sound echoing in the quiet studio, contemplating the idea of attending.
It wasn’t that you disliked their company; in fact, you cherished the moments spent with them. But lately, their sympathetic glances had begun to grate on your nerves, each one a reminder of your single status. It felt as if you were a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit, a charity case rather than a friend. You could almost hear the unspoken words in their eyes: “Oh, poor you, still single.” The thought made your stomach twist uncomfortably.
Namjoon paused, finally looking up from his work, sensing the shift in your mood. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice gentle yet curious. You hesitated, unsure if you wanted to share the turmoil brewing inside you. But there was something about his presence, the way he always seemed to understand without judgment, that made you want to open up.
"Just got invited to another party," you admitted, your voice laced with a hint of bitterness. "I don’t know if I want to go. It’s like every time I’m there, I’m reminded of how alone I am."
Namjoon set the keyboard aside, his full attention now on you. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression serious yet understanding. “I get it,” he said softly. “It’s hard to watch everyone else chase their dreams while you feel like you’re standing still. But you have to remember that everyone’s journey is different. Just because it looks like they’re moving forward doesn’t mean you’re not making progress in your own way.”
"Come with me," you urged, sitting up with a hopeful glint in your eyes. He arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Please, please, please be my date for the party- I always go alone and people have started whispering behind my back about how they feel bad for me…"
"Y/n," he sighed, massaging his temples, "is this yet another one of your plans?" The weariness in his voice hinted at his reluctance.
"Please! Just for tonight, just play along!" you pleaded, and though the thought of it didn't thrill him, he couldn't fathom denying you anything. And so, with a resigned smile, he found himself at the party, your hand intertwined with his, feeling the warmth of your presence beside him.
He glanced around, taking in the scene with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The party was in full swing, and while he had initially been hesitant, the sight of you beaming with enthusiasm made his heart soften. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, and he couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly you drew people in.
“Just one dance,” he conceded, his voice barely audible over the thumping bass. You beamed at him, your smile lighting up your face, and he felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the crowded room.
As you led him to the makeshift dance floor, he felt a flutter of nerves. He wasn’t the type to let loose in front of others, but the way you looked at him, full of hope and excitement, made him want to try. You swayed to the rhythm, your movements fluid and carefree, and he found himself mirroring you, albeit a bit stiffly at first.
“See? This isn’t so bad!” you laughed, twirling away from him before spinning back, your hair flying around you like a halo. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your infectious joy, and slowly, he began to relax.
He suddenly understood that it wasn't the lively party that captivated him, but rather the moments spent with you. As he enveloped you in his embrace, you felt warmth spread through you, your heart racing as you gazed up at him, eyes sparkling with surprise. "I just want to make it clear that you're not single anymore," he teased, a playful grin on his face, causing your cheeks to heat up. Despite the fact that it was your suggestion and he had his doubts, it was you who found yourself blushing in the midst of it all.
"Are you sure about that?" you managed to tease back, your voice barely above a whisper, but the playful challenge in your tone was unmistakable. You wanted to see how he would respond, to gauge the depth of his feelings, and to revel in the thrill of this new chapter unfolding before you.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin, and you could feel the tension building, a delicious anticipation hanging in the air. "Absolutely," he replied, his voice low and confident, sending shivers down your spine. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life."
Jimin
"Did you really need to mention that your boyfriend hits the gym weekly? I don’t quite match that image, you know!" Jimin grumbled, his brow furrowing in frustration. He had willingly taken on the role of your boyfriend, but the pressure of living up to an ideal was starting to weigh on him. The thought of your parents scrutinizing him, comparing him to their expectations, made him feel like he was under a spotlight.
You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile at his dramatic tone. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't have your exact description in mind when I was making up the guy so they'd stop asking invasive questions." you shot back, your voice laced with playful sarcasm. "Now, at least try to act like you like me until we both can leave,."
As you approached your parents' house, the familiar sight of the white picket fence and blooming flower beds brought a mix of nostalgia and anxiety. You could feel the tension in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. Jimin walked beside you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched as if bracing for impact.
"Look, I know my parents can be a bit much," you continued, trying to lighten the mood. "But they mean well. They just want to know who I’m dating, so just be yourself." You shot him a teasing glance, trying to gauge his reaction.
He assured you with a confident smile, "I’ll win them over," just before stepping into your family home. A flutter of nerves danced in your stomach, but Jimin effortlessly transformed into the perfect boyfriend. He greeted your parents with warmth and grace, skillfully navigating their inquiries about him and your relationship, which he painted as a beautiful love story.
As the evening unfolded, you watched in awe as he charmed your family with his genuine laughter and easygoing demeanor. He listened intently to your father’s stories, nodding and responding with thoughtful questions that made your dad beam with pride. Your mother, initially skeptical, found herself drawn in by Jimin’s sincerity and the way he spoke about you with such admiration.
Throughout the evening, he showered you with attention, pulling out your chair with a flourish, holding your hand tenderly as if it were the most precious thing in the world, and gently tucking your hair behind your ear as you spoke, making you feel cherished and adored.
As dinner progressed, he engaged in light-hearted banter with your siblings, making them laugh with his playful jokes and infectious energy. You could see the walls of formality crumbling, replaced by a sense of warmth and camaraderie. Jimin’s ability to connect with everyone in the room was nothing short of magical.
When dessert arrived, he leaned closer, whispering sweet nothings that made your heart race. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting presence that made the world outside fade away. As your parents exchanged glances, you could tell they were beginning to see what you saw in him—a kind soul with a heart full of love.
As the evening drew to a close, Jimin stood up to help clear the table, his willingness to pitch in further endearing him to your family. You caught your mother’s approving nod and your father’s satisfied smile, and a wave of relief washed over you. Maybe, just maybe, Jimin had been right all along.
As you walked him to the door, he turned to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “See? I told you I’d win them over,” he said. That night, he had captivated not only your parents but also your heart. As you strolled down the street, hand in hand, the warmth of his grip felt electric, even after leaving your parents' house. Jimin's playful smirk danced across his face, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Looks like I've charmed you as well," he teased, causing a delightful blush to spread across your cheeks. "I guess I make a pretty great boyfriend, don't I?"
Taehyung
"I'm auditioning next month for the love interest in a new drama they're making, but I've never been in a relationship before… Can you tell me what it's like? or actually, show me, it'll be easier."
A week ago, you approached Taehyung with the idea of pretending to date, and since then, he has been unveiling the sweet intricacies of a relationship that you never anticipated. What started as a lighthearted proposal has blossomed into something far more enchanting. From the very first playful text he sent, filled with emojis and inside jokes, you felt a spark that ignited a sense of excitement within you.
As the days passed, those texts evolved into late-night calls that stretched into the early hours, where laughter echoed through the phone and secrets were shared like precious treasures. Each conversation revealed layers of his personality that you hadn’t fully appreciated before—his wit, his kindness, and the way he effortlessly made you feel at ease.
Every moment spent together has transformed into a charming adventure, filled with delightful dates that seem to be pulled straight from a romantic movie. Whether it’s wandering through a local market, sharing ice cream on a sunny afternoon, or cozying up in a café with steaming cups of coffee, each outing is infused with a sense of joy and spontaneity.
You find yourselves exploring new places, trying out quirky activities, and creating memories that feel genuine, despite the pretense. The way he looks at you, with a mix of mischief and sincerity, makes your heart flutter. You can’t help but notice the little things—how he remembers your favorite snacks, the way he playfully nudges you when you laugh too loudly, and the warmth of his presence that makes even the simplest moments feel special.
As the week unfolds, you begin to wonder if this charade is becoming something more than just a practice for auditions. The lines between pretend and reality blur, and you find yourself cherishing the time spent together, eagerly anticipating the next adventure. With each passing day, the sweet intricacies of this faux relationship weave themselves into the fabric of your life, leaving you both enchanted and slightly bewildered by the depth of connection that has formed.
It was you who first mentioned the idea of kissing, playfully suggesting that you needed some practice before the audition, yet deep down, your heart yearned for the taste of his lips. The words had slipped out in a lighthearted tone, but the truth was that the thought of kissing Taehyung had been dancing in your mind for far too long. After all this time, how could you resist? The chemistry between you was undeniable, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw you together with an intensity that left you breathless.
Taehyung didn’t hesitate; he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. The moment felt electric, as if the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you suspended in time. What began as a gentle peck quickly transformed into something deeper, a passionate exchange that ignited a fire between you. His lips were soft and warm, and as they moved against yours, you felt a rush of emotions flooding through you—excitement, longing, and a sense of belonging that you had never experienced before.
With every lingering moment, the kiss deepened, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body, pulling you closer. Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you leaned into him, craving more. Taehyung responded in kind, his hands resting on your waist, drawing you nearer as if he wanted to erase any distance that had ever existed between you.
The kiss was a dance, a rhythm that felt both familiar and exhilaratingly new. You could taste the sweetness of his breath, mingling with the warmth of his skin, and it sent shivers down your spine. It was as if every moment leading up to this had been a prelude, building anticipation until it finally erupted into this beautiful, chaotic symphony of emotions.
As you pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, you searched his gaze for answers. The playful banter had transformed into something profound, and you could see the reflection of your own feelings mirrored in his eyes. There was a spark there, a shared understanding that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary. The audition, the practice, the teasing—it all faded into the background as you realized that what you had just shared was far more significant than any performance could ever be.
"You better not kiss them like that on set," Taehyung teased.
Jungkook
You and Jungkook were the perpetual targets of playful jabs, the youngest in your circle and the only ones who haven't been I a serious relationship. While Jungkook brushed off the teasing with a carefree smile, you felt the weight of it growing heavier. In a moment of inspiration, you proposed a daring plan. "What if we pretend to be a couple? They won’t have anything to tease us about! We already hang out just the two of us all the time, so it won’t even raise eyebrows!" Your heart raced as you tried to persuade him, hoping he would see the brilliance in your idea.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "You really think that will work?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You could see the gears turning in his mind, weighing the pros and cons of your audacious suggestion.
"Absolutely!" you insisted, your enthusiasm bubbling over. "Think about it! We could go on ‘dates’—like grabbing coffee or going to the arcade. It would be fun! Plus, it would give us a chance to mess with our friends a little. Imagine their faces when they realize we’ve been ‘dating’ this whole time!"
He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "What if one of us ends up catching feelings?" he teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, clearly suggesting that you might be the one to fall for him.
"That’s not going to happen, you idiot," you shot back, nudging him playfully. "Let’s just give it a shot!"
Jungkook leaned back, contemplating your proposal. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and you held your breath, hoping he would agree. After a moment, he finally nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright, let’s do it. But if we’re going to pull this off, we need to be convincing."
Your heart soared at his acceptance, and you felt a rush of excitement. "Yes! We’ll be the best fake couple ever!"
Now, whenever you and Jungkook were hanging out with your friends, the two of you were heavy on the affection for each other. He always found a way to touch you, whether it was a gentle hand resting on your back, or your fingers intertwined, when seated beside each other, his arm draped over your shoulder. The way he leaned in closer, sharing whispers and laughter, created a world that felt exclusive to just the two of you, even amidst the lively chatter of your friends. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a magnetic pull that drew you closer. His laughter was infectious, and the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you made your heart flutter. Without uttering a word, you both radiated a love that your friends could sense, making it clear that you were more than just friends.
As the days passed, a tender warmth began to fill the spaces between your moments apart from friends. It was a subtle shift, like the first hints of spring after a long winter, where every shared glance and fleeting touch seemed to carry a weight of unspoken understanding. Whenever you ventured out or shared an experience, Jungkook's hand found yours, a gentle reminder of the bond you were forming. His fingers intertwined with yours felt like a promise, a silent agreement that you were in this together, navigating the delicate dance of friendship and something more.
Those cozy movie and game nights, wrapped in each other's embrace, felt increasingly genuine, as if you were no longer pretending but truly becoming a couple. The laughter that echoed through the room was laced with a deeper intimacy, each joke and playful banter drawing you closer. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the way he would lean in just a little closer during the suspenseful scenes, or how his laughter would bubble up, brightening the dim light of the room. It was in those moments that you realized how much you cherished his presence, how every shared smile and lingering gaze was a thread weaving your lives together.
Yet, despite the undeniable connection, both of you hesitated to voice the feelings blossoming in your hearts. It was as if the words were trapped in a delicate web of uncertainty, each of you afraid to disrupt the fragile balance you had created. You would catch Jungkook's eye, and for a heartbeat, the world around you would fade away, leaving just the two of you suspended in a moment that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. The air was thick with unspoken words, and the silence between you was charged with possibility.
Jungkook lounged on the couch, engrossed in a video game, the bright colors of the screen reflecting in his eyes. His fingers danced over the controller with practiced ease, a testament to countless hours spent honing his skills. You lay beside him, your head resting comfortably in his lap, the warmth of his body radiating against you. The rhythmic sound of the game filled the room, but your attention was divided. You absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, flicking through social media feeds and messages, but the urge to engage with him became overwhelming.
"Damn it." With a frustrated sigh, you powered off your device, the screen fading to black as you set it aside. You turned your head to meet his gaze, only to find him smirking knowingly as if he could read your thoughts. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and the playful glint in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.
"Just admit that you love me," he teased, his playful grin igniting a flutter in your chest that you couldn't ignore. The way he said it, so casually yet with an underlying sincerity, made your cheeks heat up. You could feel the weight of his gaze, a mix of challenge and affection, and it sent your mind racing.
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you felt a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, betraying your attempt to play it cool. Jungkook chuckled softly, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.
"Come on," he urged, leaning down slightly, his face just inches from yours. "You know you want to say it."
You rolled your eyes, trying to maintain a facade of indifference, but the warmth of his presence was intoxicating. "Maybe I do," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, the teasing tone in your words not quite masking the truth behind them.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Maybe? That's not a very convincing answer."
You sighed dramatically, knowing you were losing this playful battle. "Fine! I love you, okay?" The words tumbled out, and you felt a rush of vulnerability as you said them.
Jungkook's smirk widened into a full-blown smile, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" You couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and airy, as you nestled deeper into his lap.
Pairing: Ateez x Fem. Reader
Genre: Angst(?)/Fluff
Word Count: 5.8k
Summary: They get a "little" jealous of seeing you talk to other people
Hongjoong
Hongjoong believed it was the perfect moment to bring you into the fold with the rest of the members. Although you had exchanged brief greetings in the past, this time felt different; you were truly engaging and enjoying their company. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the warmth of camaraderie and the kind of laughter that echoed off the walls, creating a sense of belonging that was palpable.
As the evening progressed, he watched you effortlessly weave in and out of conversations, your laughter ringing like music in his ears. You shared stories, teased the members playfully, and even joined in on their inside jokes, which made him smile despite the twinge of jealousy stirring within him. It was a strange feeling, watching you connect so easily with everyone around you, as if you had always been a part of their world.
He noticed how your eyes sparkled with excitement when one of the members recounted a funny mishap from their recent tour, and how you leaned in closer, genuinely interested in their tales. The way you interacted with them, your natural charm and warmth, made it seem like you had known each other for years. It was a side of you that he had always admired, but now, seeing it in action, he felt a pang of something deeper—a longing to be the one who made you laugh like that, to be the one you turned to for stories and shared moments.
As the night wore on, he found himself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. On the one hand, he was thrilled to see you so happy and comfortable, but on the other, he couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy that he wasn't the center of his attention. He wanted to be the one to share those laughs with you, to create memories that were uniquely yours.
He tried to push the jealousy aside, reminding himself that this was a good thing. You were becoming part of their family, and that was something he had always wanted for you. But as he watched you throw your head back in laughter at something Seonghwa said, he couldn't help but feel a little possessive. It was a strange mix of pride and envy, and he knew he had to find a way to navigate these feelings without letting them overshadow the joy of the moment.
You trailed behind Hongjoong to his room, sensing a hint of distance in his demeanor. Initially, you attributed it to the exhaustion of the night, but as he sank into his computer chair, seemingly oblivious to your presence, a playful urge bubbled within you. With a mischievous grin, you approached him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. "Joong, are you jealous?" you teased, your voice light and teasing.
"I'm not jealous. Just leave me alone," he muttered, a faint blush creeping to his ears, betraying the truth behind his words. You could see the way his fingers fidgeted with the edge of his hoodie, a telltale sign that he was more flustered than he wanted to admit.
You leaned in closer, your chin resting on his shoulder, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him. "Oh, come on! You can't just brush me off like that," you replied.
He sighed, rolling his eyes, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching upward, fighting against the smile that threatened to break free. "It’s not like that," he insisted, though the way he shifted in his seat suggested otherwise. "I just… I don’t want you getting too close to anyone else."
You pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "So you do care!" you exclaimed, feigning surprise. "I knew it! You’re totally jealous!"
Hongjoong groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I’m not jealous, okay? I just—" He paused, searching for the right words, and you could see the internal battle he was waging. "I just don’t want to share you," he finally admitted, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable.
Your heart fluttered at his confession, and you couldn’t help but smile wider. "See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?" You leaned in again, this time pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "You don’t have to worry, Joong. I’m right here with you."
Seonghwa
Seonghwa had always placed his trust in you, never imagining you would do anything to threaten the bond you shared. He had seen you through thick and thin, and the connection you both nurtured felt unbreakable. Yet, beneath his calm exterior, jealousy occasionally flickered within him, like a shadow that danced at the edges of his heart. It was a feeling he rarely acknowledged, but it was there, lurking, especially when he noticed the way you smiled at your new co-worker.
While he was open and expressive, wearing his heart on his sleeve, you tended to be more reserved, often keeping your thoughts and feelings close to your chest. This made it all the more significant when you allowed someone into your life, as it felt like a privilege to be part of your inner circle. Seonghwa cherished the moments you shared, the laughter and the quiet understanding that passed between you. But now, with the arrival of this new co-worker, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease.
As the two of you collaborated on various projects, a friendship blossomed, leading to them becoming a frequent presence in your days. Seonghwa watched from a distance, trying to suppress the gnawing feeling in his gut. He noticed the way you would light up when your co-worker entered the room, how your laughter seemed to come more easily around them. It was a stark contrast to the way you interacted with him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing a part of you to someone else.
He tried to rationalize his feelings, reminding himself that you were allowed to have friends, that it was healthy to expand your social circle. But the more time you spent with this new person, the more he felt like an outsider in your life. He found himself replaying moments in his mind—your shared jokes, the way you leaned in to listen intently, the little gestures that seemed to signify a growing bond. Each recollection stoked the embers of his jealousy, and he struggled to keep his emotions in check.
One evening, as you excitedly recounted a story about your day with your co-worker, Seonghwa felt a pang of frustration. He wanted to be the one you shared those moments with, the one who made you laugh and brought light to your eyes. Instead, he felt like a spectator, watching as someone else stepped into a role he had always thought was uniquely his.
“Sounds like you had a lot of fun,” he managed to say, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. You looked up, your expression brightening even more as you caught his gaze.
“Oh, it was! You should have seen it, Seonghwa! I wish you were there!”
"Perhaps you should consider inviting me next time," he said, his voice laced with a hint of melancholy that caught you off guard. The way he spoke, almost wistfully, made your heart flutter unexpectedly. As you looked at him, you noticed the way he was pouting, his lips forming a slight frown that struck you as oddly endearing. It was a look that seemed to say he was both hurt and hopeful, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight.
"You want me to join you at work?" you teased, your tone light and playful, hoping to lift the weight that hung in the air between you. You watched as a faint blush crept across his cheeks, a soft pink that deepened the more you looked at him. It was adorable, really, how easily he could be flustered.
"Hey, look at me," you urged, reaching for his hand. Your fingers brushed against his, and after a moment of hesitation, he finally met your gaze. His eyes, usually so confident, were now filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing. "I mention you constantly; every tale I share has you in it. I’m completely yours," you assured him, your voice steady and sincere.
His eyes widened, a mix of surprise and embarrassment flickering across his face as he realized you had seen through his jealousy. The way he shifted in his seat, trying to regain his composure, only made you want to tease him more. "I wasn’t jealous or anything!" he protested, his voice rising slightly in pitch, a clear indication that he was trying to convince both you and himself.
You chuckled softly, squeezing his hand gently. "Oh really? Because it sure looked like it," you replied, unable to hide the playful smirk that danced on your lips. "You were practically pouting over there."
He rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward, betraying his amusement. "Fine, maybe I was a little jealous," he admitted, his tone begrudging but light. "But can you blame me? I just want to be part of your world, too."
Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "You are part of my world. You always have been."
Yunho
Yunho was typically the life of the party, his laughter ringing out like music, effortlessly drawing people into his orbit. So when you asked him to join you and your friends for a night of fun, he eagerly accepted, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He had crossed paths with your friends a few times at various gatherings, exchanging pleasantries and sharing brief moments of camaraderie, but he had never really had the chance to connect with them on a deeper level.
As the evening unfolded, the atmosphere was vibrant, filled with the sounds of chatter, clinking glasses, and upbeat music. Yunho initially thrived in the lively environment, engaging in conversations, cracking jokes, and showcasing his infectious energy. However, as the night wore on, you began to notice a subtle shift in his demeanor. While he still smiled and laughed, there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—a hint of irritation that seemed to grow with each passing moment.
You were attuned to Yunho's moods, having spent enough time together to recognize when something was off. It was a small change, almost imperceptible to those around you, but you could see the tension in his shoulders and the way his laughter didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. Your friends were engrossed in their own conversations, oblivious to the shift, but you felt a tug of concern for him.
After a while, you decided it was time to check in. You gently pulled him aside, away from the noise and the crowd, leading him to a quieter corner of the room where the music faded into a soft background hum. The moment you turned to face him, you could see the relief wash over his features, as if he had been waiting for someone to notice.
“Yunho,” you began softly, your voice barely above a whisper, “is everything okay? You seem a bit off tonight.”
He hesitated for a moment, his gaze drifting to the floor as he considered your question. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted, running a hand through his hair, a gesture you recognized as a sign of his unease.
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of irritation lacing his voice. "I didn't realize you were so touchy-feely with your friends." You looked at him, confusion etched on your face. "What do you mean?" His frustration was palpable, and he let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. It was clear he was exasperated by your obliviousness as if you were missing some obvious truth that was glaringly apparent to him.
"Am I not allowed to feel a little jealous when they're all over you?" he asked, his tone a mix of annoyance and vulnerability. You took a moment to process his words, your heart racing slightly at the unexpected intensity of his feelings.
"They're just friends, Yun," you replied calmly, trying to reassure him. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the way his brow furrowed as he wrestled with his emotions.
His expression softened, but the pout on his lips remained, a stubborn reminder of his discontent. "But I'm your boyfriend!" he exclaimed, his voice rising slightly in pitch. "I want to be the one who gets to hug you and hold your hand!" The sincerity in his plea tugged at your heartstrings, and you felt a rush of affection for him, mixed with a twinge of guilt for not recognizing how he felt.
You stepped closer, wanting to bridge the gap that had formed between you. "Yun, I promise you, you are the one I want to be with. I care about you more than anyone else," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "I didn't mean to make you feel like you weren't important to me."
He looked down at your hand on his arm, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. "I know you care," he admitted, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. "But it just felt like I'm competing for your attention, and I hate that feeling."
You nodded, understanding his perspective more clearly now. "I never want you to feel that way. I’ll make sure to be more mindful of how I interact with my friends around you." A slight smirk came to your lips as you watched him. "You're cute when you're jealous." His cheeks turned red at your comment.
Yeosang
Yeosang felt a deep sense of security in your relationship, never doubting your loyalty, especially as your eyes seemed to be permanently fixed on him with adoration. Your unwavering gaze was so intense that he sometimes found himself wishing you would glance at someone else, if only for a fleeting moment. It was as if your eyes were a warm embrace, wrapping around him and shielding him from the world outside. He never had to compete for your attention; it was entirely his, yet the way others admired you stirred a twinge of jealousy within him.
That was when the green-eyed monster began to stir in his heart. It was a strange feeling, one that he had never quite experienced before. He knew, deep down, that your loyalty was unwavering, that you were his and his alone. But the way others looked at you, with a mix of admiration and longing, ignited a flicker of insecurity within him. He would catch glimpses of their gazes lingering on you, their smiles a little too wide, their laughter a little too loud when you were around.
In those moments, he would feel a tightening in his chest, a primal urge to protect what was his. It was irrational, he knew, but the thought of someone else appreciating your beauty, your kindness, your laughter, made his heart race with a mix of possessiveness and fear. He wanted to be the only one who could bask in the glow of your presence, the only one who could witness the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled, the way your laughter danced through the air like music.
Yet, even as the jealousy simmered beneath the surface, he couldn’t help but admire you even more. You were a beacon of light, drawing people in with your warmth and charm. It was one of the many reasons he fell for you in the first place. You had a way of making everyone feel special, and he loved that about you. But it also made him acutely aware of how lucky he was to have you in his life and he never wanted to lose that.
Yeosang enveloped you in his warm embrace, pulling you close to his heart, a gesture that caught you off guard since he usually shied away from public displays of affection. The warmth radiating from him was comforting, a stark contrast to the cool evening air that surrounded you both. As he leaned in, his breath tickled your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, and he murmured, "They keep looking at you…"
It took a moment for his words to register, as you were so lost in his presence that the world around you faded away. The laughter of friends, the distant music, and the chatter of passersby all blurred into a soft hum, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of intimacy. With a casual shrug, you replied, "… So what?" You knew that the gazes of others held no weight against the bond you shared. You had built something beautiful together, a connection that felt unbreakable, and the opinions of strangers were insignificant in comparison.
His brow furrowed slightly, revealing a hint of jealousy as he insisted, "I don't like it. You're supposed to be mine." The intensity in his voice made your heart flutter, a mix of affection and surprise. You could see the way his eyes darkened with protectiveness, a fierce desire to keep you close, to shield you from the world that seemed to want to claim you.
You turned to face him fully, your heart racing as you searched his gaze. "Yeosang," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I am yours. No one can change that." You reached up, brushing your fingers against his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and you could see the conflict in his eyes begin to fade.
He leaned into your hand, his expression softening as he took a deep breath. "I just… I can't help it. You're so amazing, and I don't want anyone else to see that." His vulnerability was endearing, and it made you smile. You understood his feelings, the way love could sometimes twist into possessiveness, but you also knew that trust was the foundation of your relationship.
"Look at me," you said, your voice steady and reassuring. "I’m right here with you. I chose you, and I’ll always choose you." You could see the flicker of doubt in his eyes begin to dissipate, replaced by a warmth that mirrored the embrace you shared
San
San usually felt confident in your relationship, but after months on tour, the first gathering with your friends stirred a hint of insecurity within him. As laughter filled the air and stories of your adventures unfolded, he couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider, especially when he noticed how one of the single friends seemed to have grown closer to you. The pang of jealousy gnawed at him, a reminder of all the moments he had missed while you shared your life with others. He watched as you animatedly recounted tales of your travels, your eyes sparkling with excitement, and he felt a twinge of regret for the time spent apart.
The way your friends leaned in, hanging on your every word, made him acutely aware of the distance that had grown between you during his absence. It was as if they had formed a bond that he was no longer a part of, and the thought twisted in his stomach. The laughter that once felt like a warm embrace now felt like a barrier, separating him from the intimacy you shared with your friends. He tried to shake off the feeling, reminding himself of the love you had for each other, but the sight of that friend’s lingering gaze on you made it difficult to quell the rising tide of insecurity.
Once you both returned home that night, he found himself unable to hold back his thoughts. The silence in the car felt heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. As you settled into the familiar comfort of your living room, he finally broke the tension. "I can tell that he likes you," he remarked, his voice low and tinged with an edge of vulnerability. He watched your expression shift to one of confusion as you tried to decipher who he was talking about. Your brow furrowed, and you opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat.
The mention of your friend seemed to hang in the air, thick with implications. You could see the way San's jaw tightened, the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, and it made your heart ache. You wanted to reassure him, to tell him that he had nothing to worry about, but the weight of his words lingered. "What do you mean?" you finally asked, your voice barely above a whisper. San shifted his gaze, avoiding your eyes as he struggled to articulate the storm of emotions swirling within him.
"I just… I felt like he was looking at you differently tonight," he admitted, his vulnerability laid bare. Deep down he knew he had nothing to worry about, that your heart was firmly anchored to him despite the distance and the time apart. But the words felt heavy, as if they were trapped behind a wall of emotions that had built up during his absence.
You took a deep breath, trying to find the right way to express your feelings. "San, it’s not like that," you began, your voice soft but steady. "You know how much I care about you. Those moments with my friends are just… memories. They don’t change what we have."
He looked at you, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. You could see the conflict within him, the battle between his love for you and the insecurities that had crept in during your time apart. "But it felt different tonight," he admitted, his vulnerability laid bare. "I felt like I was watching from the outside, like I didn’t belong."
You reached out, placing a hand on his knee, hoping to bridge the gap that had formed between you. "You do belong, San. You’re my boyfriend, my best friend. Just because I have a history with my friends doesn’t mean I want to share my future with anyone else."
He nodded slowly, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, the way he was processing your words. "I just… I missed so much while I was away. I don’t want to feel like I’m competing for your attention," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
You felt a pang of empathy for him, understanding the weight of his fears. "You’re not competing with anyone, San. You’re irreplaceable to me. I want to share everything with you, even the stories I’ve told tonight. I want you to be a part of my life, not just a spectator."
His gaze softened, and you could see the flicker of hope in his eyes. "Really? You mean that?"
"Absolutely," you replied, your heart swelling with affection. "Let’s make new memories together. I want you to experience everything with me, not just hear about it later."
A small smile broke through the clouds of his insecurity, and you felt a warmth spread through you. "Okay," he said, his voice steadier now. "I just need to remember that I’m not losing you to anyone else."
"You’re not losing me, San. I promise," you reassured him, leaning in closer to kiss his cheek.
Mingi
Mingi longed to be the one who held the most significant place in your heart, the one who could effortlessly make you smile and laugh, the one who could turn your ordinary days into extraordinary memories. In moments when you mingled with friends, treating everyone equally with your warm and infectious spirit, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy over the smallest gestures that seemed to carry so much weight.
A gentle touch on Seonghwa's hand as he offered you a drink, the way your fingers brushed against his, igniting a spark that Mingi wished was his to create. A playful jab to Wooyoung's arm, the laughter that erupted between you two felt like a melody that played on repeat in his mind, each note a reminder of the connection he yearned for. Each innocent interaction stirred a deep yearning within him, a longing that grew stronger with every shared moment that he was not a part of.
He watched as you effortlessly navigated through conversations, your laughter ringing like music in the air, and he felt a bittersweet ache in his chest. All he desired was to be the one who captured your gaze and stole your attention, the one who made your heart race with just a single glance. He imagined what it would be like to be the one you turned to when you needed comfort, the one who could make you feel special in a way that no one else could.
Mingi envisioned the little things—how he would hold your hand during quiet moments, how he would lean in closer to share secrets, how he would be the one to make you blush with a compliment that came straight from his heart. He wanted to be the reason behind your smiles, the one who could make your heart flutter with a simple touch or a lingering gaze.
But as he stood on the sidelines, watching you interact with others, he felt a mix of admiration and frustration. He admired the way you effortlessly connected with everyone around you, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was just another face in the crowd, longing for a chance to step into the spotlight of your affections.
Hongjoong was the first to catch the subtle shift in Mingi's mood, a playful smile spreading across his face as he observed his younger friend. "Y/n, it seems Mingi's feeling a bit down," he teased, drawing your gaze to Mingi, who quickly averted his eyes, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"No, I'm not upset, Hyung," Mingi protested, crossing his arms defensively, but the knowing looks exchanged among your friends revealed the truth—he was definitely pouting. Concerned, you reached for his arm, gently urging him to share what was bothering him.
Wooyoung couldn't help but leap in with a playful smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he caught on to Mingi's jealousy. "Y/n, you've stirred the pot now," he teased, prompting a puzzled frown from you.
"Is it because I'm being kind to everyone?" you inquired, curiosity lacing your voice.
"You're getting warmer," Hongjoong chimed in, laughter bubbling up from the group as Mingi's cheeks flushed deeper.
With a teasing glint in your eye, you pressed on, "Is it because I'm treating everyone equally?" The laughter swelled as they all nodded, and you leaned closer, a playful challenge in your tone. "You want me to make you feel special, don't you?" Mingi's shy nod was all the confirmation you needed, igniting a spark of excitement between you.
You can't help but laugh at how adorable your boyfriend is, and you gently grasp his hand, intertwining your fingers. "I promise to love you even more," you say, squeezing his hand playfully, which makes him burst into laughter, sharing in the joy of the moment.
Wooyoung
Wooyoung's heart raced with a fierce longing for your attention, a desire that consumed him entirely. The moment he saw you laughing and mingling with others at the club, a pang of jealousy twisted in his chest, igniting a fire that urged him to reclaim your focus. The vibrant lights of the club flickered around you, casting a halo that made you look even more enchanting. He watched as you effortlessly moved from one group to another, your laughter ringing out like music, drawing people in like moths to a flame. Each smile you shared with someone else felt like a dagger to his heart, a reminder of how much he craved to be the center of your universe.
He yearned to be the one who made you smile, the one who held you close on the dance floor, the one who captured your gaze above all else. The thought of you dancing with someone else, your body swaying to the rhythm, sent a rush of possessiveness through him. After indulging in a few too many drinks, emboldened by the alcohol and the burning desire in his chest, he pulled you into a quiet corner, away from the prying eyes and the pulsating music. His voice was laced with playful accusation, but the intensity of his feelings was unmistakable. "Baby! I didn't come here to watch you flirt with everyone!" he exclaimed, his tone a mix of jest and genuine frustration, the underlying truth in his words hanging heavily in the air.
You chuckled softly, sensing the vulnerability beneath his bravado. His eyes, usually so confident, now flickered with a hint of insecurity that tugged at your heart. "Woo. No one is flirting with anyone," you reassured him, your voice gentle yet firm, your eyes sparkling with affection. You stepped closer, closing the distance between you, and reached out to touch his arm, grounding him in the moment. "You know I’m here with you, right?" The warmth of your touch seemed to melt away the tension in his shoulders, and you could see the way his expression softened, the jealousy ebbing away as he focused solely on you.
His heart swelled at your words, the playful accusation fading into the background as he leaned into your presence. “Yeah, I know,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, the playful bravado slipping away to reveal the sincerity beneath. “But it’s hard not to feel a little jealous when you’re the most captivating person in the room.” He chuckled softly, the tension in his chest easing as he allowed himself to be vulnerable with you. “I just want to be the one who makes you laugh like that, the one who gets to dance with you all night.”
You smiled, your heart fluttering at his admission. “You are that person, Woo. You always have been.” You stepped even closer, your bodies almost touching, the heat radiating between you palpable. “I’m here with you, and I want to be here with you. No one else matters.”
His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of insincerity, but all he found was warmth and affection. The fire of jealousy that had burned so fiercely within him began to cool, replaced by a sense of belonging that filled the void. “Promise?” he asked, his voice low and earnest, as if the weight of the world rested on your answer.
“Promise,” you replied, sealing the vow with a soft smile that lit up your face. You could see the relief wash over him, the tension in his body dissipating as he leaned into your touch.
“Good,” he said, a playful grin returning to his lips. “Because I’m not sharing you with anyone tonight.” With that, he took your hand, intertwining your fingers, and led you back into the vibrant chaos of the club, but this time, it felt different. You were no longer just two individuals in a sea of people; you were a team, a unit, and the world around you faded into a blur.
As the music pulsed through the air, he pulled you close, his body moving in sync with yours. The rhythm of the beat matched the racing of his heart, and he couldn’t help but lose himself in the moment. You swayed together, your bodies fitting perfectly as if the universe had conspired to bring you together.
Jongho
You and Jongho had spent the evening with the rest of the group, and initially, he felt a swell of pride watching you connect with his friends. Your infectious laughter and easy charm lit up the room, drawing everyone in like moths to a flame. Jongho couldn’t help but beam as he observed the way you effortlessly navigated conversations, your smile brightening the faces of those around you. It was a beautiful sight, one that filled him with warmth and admiration.
However, as the night wore on, a pang of jealousy crept into his heart, slowly overshadowing the pride he had felt just moments before. He watched as you shared jokes and stories, your eyes sparkling with excitement, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of being sidelined. It was as if you were the sun, radiating light and warmth, while he stood in the shadows, a mere observer of your brilliance. The laughter that echoed around him began to feel like a distant melody, one that he was no longer a part of.
Frustration bubbled within him, a mix of emotions swirling together—pride, jealousy, and a longing for your attention. He felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him, and it became increasingly difficult to ignore the gnawing sensation in his chest. The more you engaged with his friends, the more he felt like an outsider in a world that should have included him. It was a feeling he hadn’t anticipated, and it gnawed at him, making him restless.
Finally, he could no longer hold back. With a firm grip, he took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours as he pulled you gently but decisively toward the exit. “We’re leaving,” he announced, his voice steady but laced with an urgency that caught the attention of the others. The playful teasing from the members echoed behind you, their laughter ringing in the air like a distant chime, but Jongho remained unfazed. His focus was solely on you, the way your eyes widened in surprise, and the way your laughter faded into the background.
As you stepped out of the club, the cool night air enveloped you both, a stark contrast to the warmth of the crowded room. Jongho led you away from the laughter and into the night, the city lights twinkling like stars above. The streets were quieter here, and he could finally breathe, the tension in his chest easing.
"Admit it, you were a little jealous, weren't you?" you playfully nudged him, a smile dancing on your lips. It was endearing to witness his usually composed demeanor unravel just a bit. The way his brow furrowed slightly, as if he were trying to calculate the right response, only made you want to tease him more.
"I have no reason to be jealous," he insisted, his voice steady but lacking the usual confidence. The faint blush creeping up his ears, however, betrayed his calm facade, painting a picture of vulnerability that was both surprising and delightful. You couldn't help but notice how the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he were fighting a smile of his own. Your laughter bubbled up, charmed by his adorably flustered state. It was a rare glimpse into a side of him that he often kept hidden, and you found yourself wanting to draw it out even more.
"Okay, maybe I felt a twinge," he admitted, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if sharing a secret. The admission made your heart flutter, and you could see the internal struggle on his face as he tried to maintain his cool exterior.
"Well, it's true, you really don’t have a reason to be jealous," you replied softly, wanting to soothe his insecurities and affirm the warmth of your feelings for him. You reached out, gently placing your hand on his arm, feeling the tension beneath his skin relaxing.
"Maybe I just need to get used to the idea of you being around other people," he said, a hint of vulnerability lacing his tone. "You’re amazing, and I guess I just want to keep you all to myself."
Ateez Reaction- You (their crush) Randomly Hugs Them
Pairing: Ateez x Fem. Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 6.1k
Summary: Someone Dares/Makes You To Hug Them (You don't know they are crushing on you)
Hongjoong
You had always recognized Hongjoong's tsundere nature when it came to matters of the heart. He had this endearing way of deflecting affection, often darting away from his friends at the slightest hint of warmth or tenderness. It was a sight that never failed to amuse you, watching him squirm and blush as he tried to maintain his cool facade. His cheeks would flush a deep shade of crimson, and he would stammer out some half-hearted excuse to escape the moment, all while trying to act nonchalant.
The playful challenge of teasing him was simply too tempting to resist. You found yourself grinning at the thought of his flustered reactions, each one more adorable than the last. It was like a game to you, a delightful dance of emotions where you were the one leading, and he was blissfully unaware of your intentions.
So, as the next gathering approached, you made a plan. You would envelop him in a warm embrace, catching him off guard and eagerly awaiting his reaction. You could already picture it: the way his eyes would widen in surprise, the way he would stutter and try to push you away, all while his heart raced beneath the surface. The anticipation bubbled within you, a mix of excitement and mischief.
You imagined the laughter that would erupt from your friends as they witnessed the scene unfold, their teasing only adding to the delightful chaos. You could almost hear their playful jabs, urging Hongjoong to admit how much he secretly enjoyed the attention. The thought made you giddy with anticipation.
The moment had arrived, and a flutter of nerves danced in your stomach as you prepared to execute your plan. After spending a few hours with the group, their eager glances urged you on, all eyes on you to see how their leader would respond. With a deep breath, you approached Hongjoong, who was engrossed in conversation with Seonghwa. You began with a gentle touch, draping your arm around him, and to your surprise, he effortlessly reciprocated, his arm finding its way around your shoulders. Instead of him turning crimson, it was you who felt the heat rise, and in a burst of courage, you turned to him, enveloping him in a warm embrace. He welcomed you, pulling you closer, and in that moment, the world around you faded away.
It was a world apart from the way the others showered him with affection. He wasn’t shoving you away or crafting excuses for his reluctance; rather, he was drawing you in, enveloping you in his embrace as if he craved your warmth. With each heartbeat, your cheeks flushed deeper, for this was a reaction that defied all your expectations.
Slowly, you lifted your gaze to meet his, and despite his firm grip on you, a blush crept across his cheeks and the edges of his ears, as he averted his eyes. The moment felt suspended in time, the world around you fading into a soft blur as you focused solely on him. "Hongjoong?" you murmured, seeking his attention, and he shyly glanced down at you, his dark eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and something deeper.
"I thought you weren't fond of affection," you teased, feeling warmth rise in your own cheeks, the playful banter a familiar dance between you two. His reaction was endearing, the way he fidgeted slightly, his fingers tightening around your hand as if he were trying to anchor himself in the moment.
"I don't mind if it's you," he answered, his voice just as gentle, each word laced with sincerity. The admission hung in the air, heavy with unspoken feelings, and you could see the vulnerability in his expression. It was a side of him that he rarely showed, and it made your heart flutter.
You took a small step closer, emboldened by his words, and the space between you seemed to crackle with an electric tension. "Really?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loudly might shatter the fragile bubble you were both encased in.
He nodded, a shy smile breaking through the initial shyness, and you felt your own lips curve in response. "Yeah, with you, it feels... different," he admitted, his gaze finally steadying on yours, the warmth in his eyes igniting a spark within you.
You could feel the air thickening with unspoken promises, the kind that lingered just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to break free. "Different how?" you pressed, your curiosity piqued, wanting to delve deeper into the layers of his feelings.
He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words, and you could see the gears turning in his mind. "Well.... I like you," he finally said, his voice soft yet resolute.
Seonghwa
The younger members of the group delighted in playfully teasing their older counterparts, their laughter echoing through the room as they exchanged mischievous glances. San and Wooyoung, always the instigators, had recently stumbled upon a delightful piece of information: Seonghwa, the usually composed and reserved member of their group, had developed a secret crush on you. The revelation sent them into fits of giggles, and they couldn’t resist the urge to have a little fun at his expense.
The next time the entire group gathered, the atmosphere was charged with excitement and anticipation. San and Wooyoung, with their usual flair for theatrics, proposed a game of truth or dare, their eyes sparkling with mischief. You could sense the playful tension in the air, and despite the slight apprehension that bubbled within you, you found yourself swept up in the moment. After some coaxing and playful banter, you decided to choose dare, curious about what they had in store for you.
To your surprise, their challenge was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the wild antics you had expected. With grins plastered on their faces, they leaned in closer, their voices dropping to conspiratorial whispers. All they wanted was for you to give Seonghwa a hug. The request felt quite relaxed for them but Seonghwa, who was sitting across the room, cheeks slightly flushed as he caught wind of the playful scheme.
As you approached him, the teasing laughter of San and Wooyoung faded into the background, replaced by a warm sense of camaraderie. Seonghwa looked up at you, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and bashfulness. You could see the way his heart raced, and it made your own pulse quicken in response. With a gentle smile, you wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his presence envelop you. The hug was brief but filled with an unspoken understanding, a moment that seemed to linger in the air long after you pulled away.
The room erupted into cheers and laughter, the playful teasing continuing as Seonghwa’s face turned a deeper shade of red. He tried to play it cool, but the sparkle in his eyes betrayed his delight. San and Wooyoung exchanged triumphant glances, clearly pleased with their successful mission. You couldn’t help but laugh along with them, feeling a sense of belonging and joy in the shared moment.
San and Wooyoung were practically bouncing on their seats, their faces lit up with delight as they witnessed the shy smile spreading across Seonghwa's face. The older member, usually so composed and collected, was now a picture of flustered charm, his cheeks tinged with a rosy hue that only added to his allure.
“Look at him! He’s blushing!” Wooyoung exclaimed, pointing dramatically at Seonghwa, who was now trying to hide his face behind his hands, clearly overwhelmed by the attention. The younger members of the group joined in, teasing him mercilessly, their laughter ringing out like music in the cozy room.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene unfolding before you. Seonghwa, who often took on the role of the responsible one, was now the center of playful scrutiny, and it was a sight to behold. You felt a rush of warmth at the thought that you had inadvertently contributed to this moment of joy for him.
“Come on, Seonghwa! You can’t hide from us!” San chimed in, his voice playful yet encouraging. “You’ve got to admit it, you liked that hug!”
Seonghwa peeked out from behind his hands, his eyes sparkling with a mix of embarrassment and happiness. “I—uh, well…” he stammered, his usual eloquence faltering under the weight of the teasing. “It was… nice,” he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper, but the sincerity in his tone was unmistakable.
Yunho
Yunho was the kind of person everyone adored, known for his unwavering kindness and belief in equality. His warm smile and gentle demeanor made him a beacon of light in any room, effortlessly drawing people in. He treated all with the same warmth, whether it was a close friend or a stranger, always ready to lend a helping hand or offer a comforting word. Well, there was one person who seemed to crave a little extra attention from Yunho—Mingi. With a playful glint in his eye, Mingi often teased Yunho, insisting that he deserved a bit more affection than the rest.
Mingi's playful banter was always met with Yunho's easy laughter, but deep down, he understood that there was something special about the bond forming between you and Yunho. It was a connection that transcended friendship, a silent understanding that spoke volumes in the way you both exchanged glances and shared quiet moments. Mingi, with his keen insight, couldn't help but notice the way Yunho's eyes lit up when you entered the room, or how he would go out of his way to make you smile.
Sensing the unspoken bond between you two, Mingi's mind began to whirl with ideas. He was determined to play matchmaker, to nudge Yunho into acknowledging the feelings that were blossoming between you. With a mischievous grin, Mingi concocted a clever scheme for the next time you were near. He envisioned a casual gathering, a small get-together where he could orchestrate moments that would bring you and Yunho closer together.
Mingi planned to create opportunities for you both to interact, perhaps by suggesting games that required teamwork or activities that would allow for playful banter. He imagined moments where he could step back, letting the chemistry between you and Yunho take center stage. Mingi could already picture the way Yunho would blush when you laughed at his jokes or how he would lean in a little closer when you shared a secret.
As the day of the gathering approached, Mingi's excitement grew. He could hardly contain his anticipation, eager to witness the unfolding of this beautiful connection. He knew that if he played his cards right, he could help Yunho see what was right in front of him—the undeniable spark between you two. With a heart full of hope and a plan in mind, Mingi was ready to set the stage for a moment that could change everything.
"Let's play the palm push game!" Mingi declared, nudging the group into action. To keep things interesting, he paired San and Wooyoung first, both eager to engage in a playful battle of balance. Laughter erupted as they jostled, but in the end, San emerged victorious, teasingly doting on the pouting Wooyoung. Next, Mingi set his sights on you and Yunho, barely concealing a grin. It seemed that fate had a peculiar sense of humor, as Yunho's opponents always found themselves tumbling into him rather than away, creating a delightful chaos that only added to the fun.
Yunho chose not to rush you into the game, patiently holding his ground until you pressed against his hands, feeling the warmth radiating from his palms. The tension in the air was palpable, a mix of excitement and nervousness as you prepared to engage in this playful challenge. When you attempted to push him, his solid frame stood firm, and the unexpected resistance made you wobble slightly, forcing you to lean back momentarily to regain your balance.
As you steadied yourself, a surge of determination coursed through you, and you leaned forward a bit too eagerly, your body instinctively seeking to close the distance between you. In an instant, you tumbled into his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt brushing against your cheek. Your hands shot out, gripping his shoulders for support, the warmth of his body grounding you amidst the sudden chaos.
A soft laugh escaped Yunho, a sound that was both light and infectious, causing your heart to flutter. You noticed the faint blush creeping onto his cheeks, a delightful contrast to his usual confident demeanor. In a swift motion, he wrapped his arms around you, his embrace firm yet gentle, effectively preventing your fall and pulling you closer into his warmth.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you both stumbled together, enveloped in each other's embrace. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of laughter and shared breath. The playful challenge had transformed into something more intimate, a connection that sparked between you like electricity. You could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest, a steady reminder of the closeness you had unexpectedly found.
As you looked up into his eyes, you saw a mixture of amusement and something deeper, a glimmer of understanding that transcended the playful banter. The air was thick with unspoken words, and for a brief moment, you both lingered in that space, savoring the warmth of the embrace and the thrill of the unexpected turn your playful game had taken.
And Mingi stood to the side with a proud smirk on his lips.
Yeosang
Yeosang had always maintained a clear boundary between friendship and romance, never daring to blur the lines. He valued the deep connections he formed with his friends, cherishing the warmth of affection that blossomed in those relationships. To him, friendship was a sacred space, one that he was not willing to compromise by introducing the complexities of romantic feelings. He appreciated the laughter, the shared secrets, and the comfort of knowing that he could rely on his friends without the added pressure of romantic expectations.
However, beneath his composed exterior, Yeosang harbored unspoken feelings for you, feelings that he had carefully tucked away, convinced that crossing that line would only complicate the beautiful friendship you shared. He often found himself lost in thoughts of you, replaying moments spent together, the way your laughter lit up the room, and how your presence made even the dullest days feel vibrant. Yet, he remained steadfast in his resolve, believing that it was better to keep those feelings hidden than risk losing the bond he cherished so deeply.
Enter Wooyoung, Yeosang's ever-enthusiastic best friend, who had a knack for reading between the lines. Wooyoung was the type of person who wore his heart on his sleeve, unafraid to express his emotions and take risks in the name of love. He had observed the subtle glances Yeosang cast your way, the way his demeanor softened whenever you were near, and the way he would light up at the mere mention of your name. It was clear to Wooyoung that Yeosang's feelings for you ran deeper than mere friendship, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency to do something about it.
Determined to bridge the gap between you and Yeosang, Wooyoung devised a plan. He believed that love deserved a chance to flourish, and he was willing to play the role of matchmaker to make it happen. With his characteristic enthusiasm, he began to orchestrate situations where the three of you could spend time together, subtly nudging Yeosang to open up about his feelings. Whether it was inviting you both to a movie night or planning a group outing, Wooyoung was relentless in his pursuit of creating opportunities for connection.
As the days turned into weeks, Wooyoung's efforts began to bear fruit. He noticed the way you and Yeosang interacted, the laughter that flowed easily between you, and the moments of lingering eye contact that hinted at something more. Yeosang, though still hesitant, found it hard to initiate any affection.
Wooyoung was in one of his playful moods, a common occurrence among his friends, yet this time it was all part of his carefully crafted plan. With a mischievous grin that hinted at the trouble he was about to stir, he "accidentally" collided with you, his shoulder bumping into yours with just enough force to send you tumbling forward.
Without a moment's hesitation, Yeosang caught you, his strong arms encircling you protectively to prevent a fall. The world around you faded into the background as you felt the comforting solidity of his hold. "Yah, Wooyoung, watch where you're going!" Yeosang chided, his voice a mix of exasperation and concern, but his gaze remained fixed on you, ensuring you were alright. The warmth radiating from his body offered a reassuring presence amidst the playful chaos that Wooyoung had orchestrated.
You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, not just from the sudden tumble but from the closeness of Yeosang's embrace. His eyes, usually so calm and collected, now sparkled with a hint of worry, and you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of something deeper in your chest. Wooyoung, ever the instigator, watched the scene unfold with a satisfied smirk, clearly pleased with the outcome of his little scheme.
As Yeosang steadied you, his hands lingering on your arms for just a moment longer than necessary, you could sense the unspoken connection between you. The playful banter of the moment faded into the background, replaced by a shared understanding that perhaps this was more than just a friendly encounter. Wooyoung, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, feigned innocence, his laughter ringing out like music, but you could see the glint in his eyes—he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Are you okay?" Yeosang asked softly, his voice low and gentle, as if he were afraid to break the fragile moment that had formed between you. You nodded, a smile creeping onto your face, feeling a mix of gratitude and something else entirely. The playful chaos of Wooyoung's antics had led to this unexpected closeness, and for a brief moment, the world around you felt perfect, suspended in time.
San
San was familiar with the warmth of friendship, often enveloping his pals in hugs and playful touches, a true embodiment of physical affection. His laughter would echo through the air, a melody of joy that drew people closer, and his easygoing nature made him the kind of friend everyone wanted to have. He had a knack for making others feel at ease, effortlessly bridging the gap between acquaintances and confidants with his genuine warmth. Yet, with you, a different dynamic unfolded; he maintained a respectful distance, rarely crossing the invisible line that separated you from his other friends.
This behavior left you pondering if you had somehow faltered or if your bond was not as deep as you believed. You would watch him interact with others, his arms thrown around their shoulders, his laughter ringing out as he playfully nudged them. But when it came to you, there was a subtle restraint, a hesitance that made you question the nature of your relationship. Was it something you had done? Did he see you differently? Perhaps you two weren't as close as you thought. The uncertainty gnawed at you, planting seeds of doubt in your mind.
Little did you know, his restraint stemmed from a deeper affection, a feeling that made him cautious, for he cherished you far more than he let on. San was acutely aware of the special connection you shared, one that transcended the casual camaraderie he displayed with others. He felt a profound sense of admiration for you, a blend of friendship and something more that he struggled to articulate. The thought of crossing that line terrified him; he feared that a single misstep could shatter the delicate balance of your relationship.
In his heart, he held a treasure trove of emotions, each one more intense than the last. He admired your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke about your passions, and the kindness you showed to those around you. These feelings were not just fleeting; they were rooted in a deep-seated respect and affection that he had yet to fully acknowledge, even to himself. So, he chose to tread carefully, to keep a respectful distance, all the while hoping that you could sense the depth of his feelings through the subtlety of his actions.
As you navigated this complex web of emotions, you remained blissfully unaware of the internal struggle he faced. San's heart raced at the thought of revealing his true feelings, and the fear of rejection loomed large in his mind. He wanted nothing more than to embrace you fully, to smother you in all the affection he felt for you, but he feared his feelings would be so obvious.
Unable to stand it, you finally confronted Hongjoong about San's peculiar behavior. It had been weighing on your mind for days, the way San seemed to dance around you, his eyes flickering with something unspoken, yet he never quite crossed the threshold into open affection. Hongjoong, with his perceptive nature, found it odd as well. He leaned back, contemplating, and suggested that perhaps San was waiting for you to take the first step. "He might need your reassurance," he said thoughtfully, "to know that you’re comfortable with him."
His words struck a chord deep within you. You had always understood San's deep yearning for affection, the way he craved connection yet often held back, as if afraid of overstepping boundaries. It was a delicate balance, and you realized that you had the power to tip the scales. With a newfound determination, you decided to act.
The next time you encountered him, the air was charged with anticipation. You spotted San leaning against a wall, his gaze distant, lost in thought. Taking a deep breath, you approached him, your heart racing. "Hey, San," you greeted him warmly, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.
Before he could respond, you stepped closer and enveloped him in a hug. The moment your arms wrapped around him, you felt the tension in his body. For a brief moment, he stood still, processing the unexpected gesture. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, the softness of his shirt against your cheek, and the familiar scent that was uniquely his.
Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he melted into the embrace, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His face nestled against your shoulder, and you could feel the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat against yours. It was a beautiful symphony of emotions—relief, joy, and an unspoken understanding that had been waiting to surface.
It dawned on you why San kept his affection at bay; the depth of his feelings would be unmistakable if he let them surface. He never embraced his other friends in this way, and no one else could ever compare. A smile crept onto your lips at the thought, a warm flutter of realization spreading through your chest.
Mingi
The group had embarked on a vacation that blended the thrill of camping with the luxury of a lodge, a true glamping experience. Yet, Mingi struggled to find rest away from the familiar embrace of home. On this particular night, a nightmare jolted him awake, prompting him to slip out into the cool night air in search of solace. As you made your way back from the bathroom, you caught sight of him standing alone outside, a silhouette against the starlit sky.
His figure was still, yet you could sense the tension radiating from him. The way he stared into the distance, lost in thought, made you feel a pang of concern. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should interrupt his solitude or let him be.
But the bond of friendship urged you forward. You stepped closer, the cool breeze brushing against your skin, and called out softly, “Mingi?” Your voice broke the stillness, and he turned slightly, the moonlight illuminating his features. His eyes, usually bright and full of life, now held a hint of vulnerability.
“Hey,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just needed some air.”
You nodded, understanding the unspoken weight of his words. “Mind if I join you?”
He shrugged a small gesture that invited you into his moment of solitude. The tension in his shoulders eased just a fraction, and he offered a small, tentative smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Hey,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid to disturb the tranquility of the night. “I didn’t mean to worry anyone.” He glanced at you, a flicker of appreciation in his gaze. "I had this nightmare, and it just… it won’t leave me.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” you offered gently, sensing that sharing might help him unburden the weight of his thoughts.
Mingi hesitated, his eyes drifting back to the horizon where the trees met the sky. “It was just… a jumble of fears, really. It just left me too anxious to sleep."
Words eluded you in that moment, and the haze of sleepiness clouded your thoughts, yet you knew there was a simple remedy. The world around you felt muted, as if wrapped in a soft blanket of tranquility, and the only thing that truly mattered was the connection you shared with him. You shifted to meet his gaze, and he turned to you, curiosity flickering in his eyes, a spark that ignited a warmth within your chest.
With a gentle motion, you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, drawing him closer as he instinctively leaned into you, seeking comfort in your embrace. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate cocoon. Your fingers found their way to the back of his head, tenderly caressing his hair, each stroke a silent promise of reassurance and understanding.
As if your embrace were a balm, Mingi's once-tense muscles began to ease, the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders. You could feel the tension dissipating, replaced by a sense of peace that enveloped you both. He enveloped you in his arms, finding solace in your presence, as if you were the anchor he had been searching for amidst the chaos of his thoughts.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still. The gentle rhythm of your breaths intertwined, creating a melody that resonated in the quiet space between you. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, a comforting heat that seeped into your skin, melting away any lingering remnants of sleepiness. The world outside might have been bustling with noise and activity, but here, in this embrace, there was only serenity.
You could sense the unspoken words hanging in the air, the emotions swirling around you like a gentle breeze. It was a moment of vulnerability, a shared understanding that transcended the need for verbal communication. You both knew that sometimes, silence spoke louder than words ever could.
As you held him close, you felt the steady beat of his heart against your chest, a rhythmic reminder of the bond you shared. It was a heartbeat that echoed your own, a synchrony that made you feel alive and connected in a way that was both exhilarating and comforting. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be fully present in this moment, cherishing the intimacy that enveloped you like a warm embrace.
Mingi pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, searching for something—perhaps reassurance, perhaps a reflection of his own feelings. You met his gaze and the words slipped from his lips. "I really like you Y/n."
Wooyoung
Wooyoung was accustomed to expressing his affection freely, often enveloping his friends in warmth and touch, regardless of their preferences. His exuberance was a hallmark of his personality, a vibrant energy that drew people in and made them feel cherished. He would often throw his arms around his fellow members, pull them into spontaneous hugs, or playfully ruffle their hair, his laughter ringing out like music in the air. It was a natural part of who he was, a way of connecting with those he cared about, and his friends had come to expect this affectionate behavior from him.
Yet, with you, he exercised an unusual restraint. There was a palpable tension in the air whenever he was near you, a careful dance of emotions that he navigated with caution. He was acutely aware of your boundaries, always mindful not to cross them or cause discomfort. This was a stark contrast to his usual exuberance with his members, where he felt free to express himself without hesitation. With you, however, he seemed to tread lightly, as if walking on a tightrope, balancing his desire to show affection with the need to respect your personal space.
Still, it was evident to those who truly understood him that he longed to envelop you in his affection. His eyes would linger on you a moment longer than necessary, filled with a warmth that spoke volumes. He would reach out, his fingers almost brushing against your skin, only to hesitate at the last moment. Instead of pulling you into a tight embrace, he would let his hand gently rest on your shoulder or arm, a soft touch that conveyed his feelings without overwhelming you. It was a silent battle between desire and decorum, a struggle that played out in the subtlety of his gestures.
In those moments, you could see the conflict in his expression—a mix of longing and restraint. He wanted to be close to you, to share the same kind of warmth he offered to his friends, but he also wanted to ensure that you felt comfortable and safe. It was a delicate balance, and he navigated it with a tenderness that was both endearing and heartbreaking. Those who watched closely could see the way his gaze softened when he looked at you, the way his smile would brighten at your laughter, and how he would lean in just a little closer as if drawn to you by an invisible thread.
You were perfectly fine with his reserved affection, yet a part of you longed for him to express it more openly. It amused you how he kept his feelings in check. The next time you met, the air was charged with anticipation. You welcomed him with open arms, your heart racing as you took in the sight of him. His surprise was palpable, his eyes widening in astonishment as he rushed into your embrace. It was as if the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. His hold was firm, as if he never intended to let you go, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.
Soon, his lips began to dance along your cheek, showering you with tender kisses that sent shivers down your spine. You could sense the shift in him, the way he was shedding his restraint like an old skin, allowing his love for you to flow freely. It was exhilarating, watching him embrace this new vulnerability, and you couldn’t help but smile at the transformation unfolding before you.
As he pulled back slightly to meet your gaze, you saw a spark of something new in his eyes—an openness, a willingness to share the depths of his heart. The laughter that bubbled up between you felt lighter, more genuine, as if the barriers that once held him back had crumbled away. You could see the joy in his expression, the way he reveled in the connection you shared, and it filled you with a warmth that spread through your entire being.
From that moment on, it was clear that Wooyoung had shed his restraint. No longer was he the man who kept his feelings locked away; he was now a whirlwind of affection, eager to express the love that had been simmering beneath the surface. Each encounter became a celebration of that newfound freedom, a testament to the bond you were forging together. You found yourself lost in the beauty of his affection, and with every shared laugh, every lingering touch, you knew that this was just the beginning of a deeper, more profound connection.
Jongho
Jongho shared a trait with Hongjoong; the warmth of affection often left him feeling uneasy. He would skillfully sidestep any situation that hinted at physical closeness, preferring to keep his distance when such topics arose. He simply wasn't the kind of person who reveled in being overly affectionate with friends. The thought of hugging or even casual touches made him feel vulnerable, as if he were exposing a part of himself that he wasn't quite ready to share. He often found solace in the comfort of personal space, where he could maintain a sense of control over his emotions and interactions.
However, with you, he found himself bending those rules in ways he never anticipated. There was something about your presence that disarmed him, a gentle warmth that wrapped around him like a soft blanket. Unbeknownst to you, the other members noticed how he allowed your gentle touches, whether it was a hand on his arm or a playful grasp of his hand. It was as if you had a special key that unlocked a door he had kept firmly shut. He didn’t flinch or retreat from your proximity; instead, he embraced the closeness that made the others quietly envious.
They would exchange glances, a mix of surprise and admiration, as they watched Jongho lean into your touch, his usual reservations melting away. It was a rare sight to see him so at ease, his laughter ringing out more freely when you were around. The way he would look at you, with a softness in his eyes that spoke volumes, was a stark contrast to the guarded demeanor he typically wore.
In those moments, he seemed to forget the walls he had built around himself, allowing the warmth of your affection to seep through. It was a delicate dance, one that he navigated with a newfound grace, as if he were discovering a part of himself that had long been dormant. The other members couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy, not just for the bond you shared with Jongho, but for the way you brought out a side of him that they rarely got to see.
Wooyoung, consumed by jealousy, playfully challenged you to embrace Jongho. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of excitement and tension, as the other members exchanged glances, their expressions a blend of curiosity and amusement. You found it odd that such a simple dare was chosen, yet Wooyoung's intent was clear—he longed to witness the familiar blush and discomfort that enveloped Jongho whenever he received a hug from him.
With a teasing grin, Wooyoung leaned back, arms crossed, as if he were the judge of a contest, eager to see how this would unfold. You could feel the weight of his gaze, a playful challenge that pushed you forward. As you approached the youngest member, the others observed from afar, their eyes wide with surprise and anticipation.
Jongho, initially caught off guard, blinked at you with a mix of confusion and curiosity. His cheeks began to flush a soft pink, a telltale sign of his bashfulness. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, processing the dare and the unexpected warmth of the moment. With a gentle smile, you stepped closer, and before you knew it, you wrapped your arms around him in a friendly embrace.
To your delight, Jongho hesitated for just a moment before his arms gently encircled you in return, pulling you in closer. The warmth of his body against yours was comforting, and you could feel the tension in the air shift as the other members leaned in, captivated by the scene unfolding before them. The sight of the rosy hue spreading across his cheeks filled them with a delightful thrill, a testament to the tender moment that was blossoming between you two.
As Jongho's initial surprise melted away, a shy smile crept onto his face, and you could hear the soft laughter of the other members in the background. They were reveling in the sweetness of the moment, their teasing remarks punctuating the air, but you and Jongho were in your own little world. The embrace felt natural, a simple yet profound connection that spoke volumes without the need for words.
Wooyoung, still watching with a mischievous glint in his eye, couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. He had succeeded in his playful scheme, and the joy radiating from Jongho was more than he had hoped for. The moment lingered, and as you finally pulled away, you caught a glimpse of Jongho's shy smile, his eyes sparkling with a mix of embarrassment and happiness.
Ateez Reaction (Mafia AU)- They Are Protective of You
Paring: Ateez x Fem. Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 6.5k
Summary: You're his little wife, of course he's overprotective.
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Hongjoong
The moment Hongjoong stepped through the door, you brushed past him, eager to escape into the night. Your heart raced as you recalled the confession that had hung in the air between you, his piercing gaze still etched in your mind. The weight of his words lingered, a mixture of vulnerability and hope that had left you breathless. "Hey, it's chilly out there. You should at least grab a jacket," he called his hand gently clasping your wrist, halting your retreat.
You paused, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine, contrasting sharply with the cool evening air that beckoned you outside. The world beyond the door was alive with the sounds of distant laughter and the rustle of leaves, but all you could focus on was the way his fingers wrapped around your wrist, grounding you in that moment.
Turning slowly, you met his gaze, and the intensity of his eyes made your heart flutter. There was a softness there, a concern that made you feel both cherished and exposed. "I’m fine," you managed to say, though the tremor in your voice betrayed your bravado.
He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You call that fine? You look like you’re about to run a marathon." His teasing tone was light, but the underlying seriousness of his words hung in the air, reminding you of the conversation that had just transpired.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. "I just… I need some air," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The confession he had shared moments ago echoed in your mind, a confession that had shifted the very foundation of your relationship.
Hongjoong’s expression softened, and he stepped closer, his thumb brushing against your wrist in a way that sent sparks through your skin. "I get it," he said, his voice low and soothing. "But you don’t have to face it alone. Just let me grab you a jacket, okay?"
You hesitated, torn between the desire to flee and the undeniable pull of his presence. The night outside was calling to you, but so was the warmth of his concern. Finally, you nodded, allowing him to lead you back inside.
As he rummaged through the closet, you took a moment to collect your thoughts. The confession had been a turning point, a revelation that had shattered the comfortable boundaries you had both maintained since your marriage started.
He found a windbreaker at last and draped it gently over your shoulders, assisting you in slipping it on. The fabric was soft against your skin, a welcome barrier against the chill in the air. His movements were deliberate, each action imbued with a sense of purpose, his gaze as scrutinizing as always, yet a tender warmth now colored his demeanor, softening the edges of his usually intense expression. As he zipped the jacket, his fingers hesitated, savoring the moment, as if he were trying to memorize the way the fabric hugged your form, the way you stood there, vulnerable yet trusting.
You found yourself speaking before you could think, your voice barely audible, almost lost in the quiet of the evening. "When did you start caring about me?" The question hung in the air, fragile and uncertain, like a delicate thread that could snap at any moment.
He paused, his eyes searching yours, as if weighing the significance of your words. The world around you faded into a blur, the sounds of the bustling street and the rustling leaves becoming distant echoes. In that moment, it was just the two of you, suspended in time, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on both of you.
"From the instant you became mine," he replied, his voice steady yet laced with an emotion that sent a shiver down your spine. There was a depth to his words, a promise that resonated within you. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment, for the chance to reveal the truth that had been simmering beneath the surface all along.
His gaze softened further, and you could see the flicker of something deeper in his eyes—an understanding, a connection that transcended the ordinary. It was a revelation that made your heart race, a realization that perhaps you had always been more to him than just a passing thought.
As he finished zipping the jacket, his fingers lingered at the collar, brushing against your skin in a way that felt both intimate and reassuring. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a silent promise that he would always be there to shield you from the cold, both literally and metaphorically.
In that moment, the air between you crackled with unspoken words, a shared history that had brought you to this point. You felt a rush of emotions—relief, joy, and a hint of vulnerability—as you realized that you were not alone in this journey. He cared for you, deeply, and that knowledge wrapped around your aching heart. Knowing the truth behind the words.
Seonghwa
Seonghwa had been out for hours, leaving you in the quiet solitude of your home, a place that usually felt safe. Yet, as the night deepened, the shadows seemed to whisper, and every creak of the floorboards heightened your unease. Every sound felt magnified, and you found yourself straining to listen, your heart pounding in your chest. You tried to distract yourself, flipping through channels on the television, but nothing could hold your attention. The unease settled deeper, a weight pressing on your chest.
Then, without warning, a sudden, thunderous crash shattered the stillness, reverberating through the house like a clap of thunder. A chill ran down your spine, confirming your worst fears. It was a sound that didn’t belong, a sound that spoke of intrusion and danger. Panic surged through you, and your breath quickened as you instinctively glanced toward the source of the noise, your mind racing with possibilities.
Heart racing, you slipped into your bedroom, the door creaking softly as you closed it behind you. The familiar sanctuary now felt like a fortress, but you knew it wouldn’t hold if someone—or something—was truly out there. You secured the lock with trembling fingers, the metallic click echoing in the silence.
Without hesitation, you reached for your phone, your lifeline in this moment of fear. Your fingers shook as you dialed Seonghwa’s number, the screen illuminating your anxious face in the dim light. Each ring felt like an eternity, your heart pounding louder with every passing second. You could almost hear the silence on the other end, a stark contrast to the chaos in your mind.
“Please pick up,” you whispered to yourself, desperation creeping into your voice. The thought of being alone, of facing whatever lurked in the shadows without him, was unbearable. You needed him—his calm presence, his reassuring voice. The line continued to ring, and with each sound, your anxiety spiraled further.
"Darling?" His voice, soothing and steady, wrapped around you like a warm embrace, easing the tension that gripped your heart. The soft timbre of his words felt like a lifeline, pulling you back from the edge of panic. You could almost picture him on the other end of the line, his brow furrowed with concern, his eyes filled with determination.
"I-I think someone is… in the house," you murmured into the phone, retreating further from the door of your room, your back pressed against the cool wall as if it could shield you from the encroaching dread. Tears threatened to spill over, blurring your vision, and your breath quickened, each inhale a struggle against the rising tide of fear.
"Stay calm. Everything will be fine. You trust me, don’t you?" he reassured, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of your anxiety. Though he couldn't see you, you nodded fervently, even though he was miles away. The trust you had in him was a flickering flame, but it was enough to keep the darkness at bay, if only for a moment.
"Now, listen closely," he continued, his tone shifting to one of urgency. "There's a gun in my nightstand. Remember how I showed you to use it? If anyone enters that door who isn't me, you use it okay?" His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their implication.
You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to respond. The thought of having to use the weapon sent a chill down your spine, but the reality of the situation was undeniable. You could hear the faint creaking of floorboards outside your room, the sound sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins.
"Can you do that for me?" he pressed, his voice firm yet gentle, as if he were right there beside you, holding your hand. You could almost feel the warmth of his presence, the way he would look at you with unwavering confidence, and it gave you a sliver of strength.
"Y-yes," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can do it."
"Good. Now, take a deep breath. In and out. Focus on my voice. You’re not alone in this. I’m almost home."
Perched on the edge of your shared bed, you cradled the gun as Seonghwa had taught you, the warmth of his presence lingering in your touch. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. Each heartbeat seemed to echo in the stillness, a reminder of the gravity of the moment. Distant voices and the sound of footsteps echoed through the house, sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, heightening your senses and sharpening your focus.
Suddenly, a soft knock broke the silence, reverberating in the quiet room like a thunderclap. Your breath caught in your throat as you instinctively tightened your grip on the weapon, your mind racing with possibilities. Was it friend or foe? The uncertainty gnawed at you, but then you heard his familiar voice calling out, "Darling?"
Relief washed over you, mingling with the tension that still hung in the air. It was Seonghwa. The sound of his voice was a lifeline, grounding you amidst the chaos. You could almost picture him standing just outside the door, his brow furrowed with concern, those warm eyes searching for reassurance.
“Seonghwa,” you called back, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. You could hear the faint rustle of fabric as he shifted, the sound of his footsteps drawing closer. The door creaked open, and there he was, framed in the doorway, a silhouette of strength and calm.
His gaze fell on the gun in your hands, and for a moment, a flicker of worry crossed his features. But then, his expression softened, and he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “You don’t have to hold it like that,” he said gently, his voice soothing as he approached you. “I’m here now.”
Yunho
Yunho's absence weighed heavily on your heart, a silence that stretched beyond the usual two-day limit, now haunting you for five long days. Each passing hour felt like an eternity, the world around you dimming in his absence. The vibrant laughter and warmth that usually filled your days were replaced by a chilling emptiness, a void that seemed to grow larger with every tick of the clock. You could almost hear the echoes of his voice, the way he would tease you playfully or offer words of encouragement when you needed them most.
With worry gnawing at your insides, you reached out to his fellow members, sharing your concern about his prolonged disappearance. You could hear the tremor in your own voice as you explained the situation, your heart racing with each word. Their shock mirrored your own, eyes widening in disbelief as they processed the news. They promised to search for him, vowing to keep you updated, but their reassurances did little to quell the storm of anxiety brewing within you.
As the days dragged on, you found yourself glued to the phone, each ring echoing your anxiety, hoping for news that would bring him back to you. You scrolled through your messages, rereading the last conversation you had with him, searching for any clues that might explain his sudden disappearance. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the occasional notification that brought a flicker of hope, only to extinguish it moments later when it turned out to be something unrelated.
You tried to distract yourself, throwing yourself into work and hobbies, but nothing could fill the void left by Yunho's absence. Every shadow in the corner of your eye made your heart race, every unfamiliar sound sent a jolt of panic through you. You found yourself staring out the window, watching the world go by, wishing desperately for a glimpse of him, for a sign that he was okay.
The nights were the hardest. Lying in bed, the silence felt suffocating, and the darkness seemed to close in around you. You would clutch your phone tightly, willing it to ring, to light up with a message from him. You replayed memories in your mind, the way he would smile at you, the warmth of his hand in yours, the way he made everything feel right in the world.
With each passing day, the worry transformed into a heavy weight on your chest, a constant reminder of the uncertainty that loomed over you. You felt helpless, trapped in a cycle of anxiety and longing.
The moment your phone chimed, a jolt of electricity surged through you, and without a second thought, you snatched it up, your heart racing with a mix of hope and fear. The message was simple yet monumental: he was alive. Those three words echoed in your mind, drowning out everything else. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you hurried to the hospital, each step heavy with dread, the weight of uncertainty pooling in your stomach like a stone.
As you approached his bed, the sterile smell of antiseptic filled your nostrils, mingling with the faint beeping of machines that monitored his fragile state. The sight of him lying there, frail and battered, shattered your heart into a million pieces. His once vibrant spirit seemed dimmed, and the cruel marks of his suffering were etched across his skin—bruises, cuts, and the pallor of his face spoke volumes of the torment he had endured.
Tears brimmed in your eyes, blurring your vision as you absorbed the reality of his condition. You felt a wave of helplessness wash over you, a desperate urge to take away his pain, to somehow shield him from the world that had inflicted such suffering. Yet, as you reached his side, your heart caught in your throat, he turned his head slightly and greeted you with that familiar smile—a smile that had always been a beacon of light in your life. It was a smile that seemed to defy the pain he was in, a spark of warmth in his eyes that flickered like a candle in the dark.
You couldn't fathom how he could still smile at you, even in such a broken state. It was as if he was trying to reassure you, to let you know that despite everything, he was still here, still fighting. That smile, though tinged with pain, was a testament to his resilience, a reminder of the strength that lay within him. You reached out, your fingers trembling as they brushed against his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against your own. In that moment, the world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the connection between you two—the unspoken bond that had weathered countless storms.
"Hey," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile moment. He turned his gaze to you, and in that instant, you saw not the injuries but your husband. "What happened?" you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear. The warmth of your touch lingered in the air, but he hesitated.
"One of our enemies was after details about you," one of his comrades revealed, the gravity of the situation settling heavily in the room. "He refused to disclose anything." The revelation sent a shiver through you, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, and your heart ached at the thought of the pain he had endured for your sake.
"Baby…" Yunho's voice broke through the silence, a soothing balm against the turmoil swirling within you. "I knew you'd feel guilty: you do understand that I'd take a thousand wounds if it meant keeping you safe, don't you?" His hand reached for yours, fingers intertwining in a gesture that spoke volumes—a silent promise in his touch, a vow of protection and unwavering devotion.
"When you love something," he continued, his gaze steady and fierce, "you fight fiercely to protect it." The intensity of his words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, igniting a fire within your heart. You could see the determination etched on his face, the resolve that had carried him through countless battles, and in that moment, you understood the depth of his commitment.
Yeosang
You had ventured out with your friends for a delightful girls' night, planning to return by 11 PM. The excitement was palpable as you all dressed up, laughter echoing through the air as you shared stories and sipped on cocktails. The night was filled with joy, dancing, and the kind of carefree fun that only comes from being surrounded by your closest friends. However, as the night unfolded and the drinks flowed, time slipped away unnoticed. The clock on the wall seemed to blur, and the world outside faded into a distant memory as you lost yourself in the moment.
When you finally arrived home, the early morning hours greeted you with darkness, the quiet of the house wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. You assumed your husband was fast asleep, blissfully unaware of your late-night escapades. Yet, as you flicked on the lights, the sudden brightness illuminated the living room, revealing him sprawled on the couch, his expression a mix of concern and disappointment. It was a look that struck a chord deep within you, reminiscent of a mother ready to reprimand her wayward child.
His brow furrowed, and the lines of worry etched on his face told a story of sleepless nights and unanswered texts. You could see the remnants of a long evening spent waiting, perhaps pacing the floor, wondering where you were and if you were safe. The warmth of the night faded as reality set in, and the carefree laughter of earlier was replaced by the weight of your choices.
“Where have you been?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of hurt. You opened your mouth to respond, to explain the fun you had, the laughter shared, but the words caught in your throat. You could see the flicker of disappointment in his eyes, a reflection of the trust that had been momentarily shaken. "Do you know what time it is? I've been waiting for hours."
As you stood there, the adrenaline of the night began to wear off, replaced by a wave of guilt. You thought of the promises made, the commitments you had to each other, and how easily they could be overshadowed by a night of indulgence. You took a deep breath, ready to bridge the gap that had formed between you, knowing that this moment was more than just about being late; it was about understanding, communication, and the delicate balance of freedom and responsibility in a relationship.
“I’m so sorry,” you finally managed to say, your voice softening as you stepped closer to him. “I lost track of time, and I should have called." He caught the subtle falter in your movement and exhaled deeply, his tension easing a bit. With a tender touch, he guided you to a seat and gently slipped off your shoes. Even in his frustration, a part of him yearned to nurture you. "Thank you," you breathed softly.
Yeosang rose to his full stature, gently placing a kiss on your forehead. "I'm glad you're safe. I would lose my mind if anything were to happen to you," he whispered softly, enveloping you in his warm embrace.
San
It was foolishness that led you here, a reckless haste that caused your downfall. In your eagerness, you stumbled and fell, leaving your knee bruised and bloodied. The world around you seemed to blur for a moment as you lost your balance, the stairs becoming a treacherous slope that you had underestimated. The sharp pain shot through your leg, and you winced, feeling the sting of the scrape against the unforgiving surface.
You sent a quick message to San, mentioning your tumble down the stairs, your fingers flying over the screen as you tried to convey the absurdity of the situation. But just as you were about to elaborate, your phone betrayed you and shut down, the screen going dark and leaving you in a moment of frustration. “Of course,” you muttered under your breath, feeling the weight of the day’s misfortunes settle heavily on your shoulders. With a resigned sigh, you slipped the device back into your pocket, its silence echoing your own disappointment.
Determined not to let this minor setback ruin your day, you made your way to a nearby convenience store, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead as you navigate the aisles. You gathered supplies to tend to your wound: antiseptic wipes, a few colorful band-aids, and a small bottle of water to wash it all down. The cashier offered a sympathetic smile as you paid, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of your situation—a grown adult, nursing a scraped knee like a child.
With your supplies in hand, you sought refuge on a nearby park bench, the sun filtering through the leaves above, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The gentle rustle of the trees and the distant laughter of children playing brought a sense of calm to your chaotic thoughts. You took a moment to breathe, inhaling the fresh air, letting it fill your lungs and wash away the remnants of your earlier embarrassment.
Gently, you cleaned the scrape, wincing slightly as the antiseptic stung against your skin. You applied a band-aid with a tender touch, hoping for a swift recovery. As you sat there, you couldn’t help but reflect on the day’s events. Life had a way of throwing unexpected challenges your way, and while this one was minor, it served as a reminder to slow down, to be more mindful of your surroundings. You leaned back against the bench, allowing the warmth of the sun to envelop you, and for a moment, you closed your eyes, when suddenly someone blocked the sun.
As you opened your eyes, the world around you slowly came into focus, and there he was—San, standing before you, breathless and flushed, as if he had sprinted from a distant place just to reach you. His hair was slightly disheveled, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, catching the light in a way that made him look almost ethereal. Remarkably, he had located you without needing to inquire about your whereabouts, as if he had some sort of sixth sense that guided him to your side.
"I can't leave you unattended for even a moment without you getting hurt, can I?" he said, kneeling down to examine your knee more closely. His fingers brushed against your skin with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the urgency in his voice. You could see the concern etched on his face, his brow furrowed and his eyes wide with worry.
"Honestly, I'm fine, so it's really no big deal—" you began, trying to downplay the sting of the scrape that marred your knee. But before you could finish your thought, he interrupted, his voice tinged with frustration that seemed to bubble just beneath the surface.
"No, it’s not fine! Not when I was going bat shit fucking crazy, thinking you seriously hurt yourself!!" he exclaimed, his expression a mix of worry and a playful pout that made it hard to take him seriously. The way he looked at you, half exasperated and half relieved, made your heart flutter. It was clear that he cared deeply, and that realization warmed you from the inside out.
He continued to inspect your knee, his fingers deftly brushing away dirt and debris, and you couldn’t help but notice how his touch was both tender and protective. "You really need to be more careful," he added, his tone softening as he met your gaze. "I can’t always be here to save you from yourself, you know."
You chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, maybe you should consider a career as my personal bodyguard then," you teased, a smile creeping onto your lips.
San rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward, betraying his amusement. "I might just take you up on that offer," he replied, his voice laced with mock seriousness. "But seriously, promise me you’ll be more cautious. I can’t handle the thought of you getting hurt again."
Mingi
The evening began with an elegant dinner among influential guests, a gathering that shimmered with sophistication and the promise of stimulating conversation. The long, polished table was adorned with exquisite floral arrangements, and the soft glow of candlelight danced across the faces of the attendees, each one a notable figure in their own right. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and celebration. Yet, as the night wore on, the allure of the local club—a vibrant hotspot known for its pulsating music and electric energy—began to beckon, whispering promises of excitement and adventure.
Mingi had hesitated to invite you to the dinner, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He knew the caliber of the guests and the weight of their conversations, and he worried that the evening might not be your scene. The thought of taking you to the club afterward made him uneasy; he envisioned the chaos of the nightlife, the thrumming bass, and the throngs of people, and he feared it might overwhelm you. Yet, as he glanced at you across the table, the sparkle in your eyes ignited a warmth in his heart, a feeling that was both exhilarating and comforting. It was a reminder of the connection you shared, a bond that transcended the superficiality of the evening's grandeur.
Compelled by that warmth, Mingi found himself relenting, deciding that perhaps the club could be a place of joy rather than chaos. He wanted to see you smile, to experience the thrill of the night together, and to create memories that would linger long after the evening had ended. However, his protective instincts kicked in, and he resolved to keep you safe and sound. He made a silent vow to remain sober, unwilling to risk you, knowing that the the world he lives in could be unpredictable and wild.
Mingi stood back, granting you the freedom to revel in the night, his heart swelling with pride as he observed you effortlessly charm everyone around you. The way you lit up the room filled him with a warmth that was both thrilling and possessive, a silent acknowledgment that you belonged to him. Your laughter rang out like music, drawing people in, and he couldn’t help but admire the way your eyes sparkled with joy, reflecting the twinkling lights above. Each smile you shared seemed to weave a spell, captivating those around you, and Mingi felt a surge of affection that made his chest tighten.
As you moved gracefully through the crowd, he watched with a mix of admiration and longing, wishing he could be closer, to share in the joy you were spreading. The atmosphere was electric, and he could feel the energy of the night pulsing through him, but it was nothing compared to the energy you exuded. You were a force of nature, and he was merely a spectator, enchanted by your presence.
When you finally made your way to the bar, seeking a moment of respite from your heels, he felt a pang of concern. The vibrant laughter and chatter faded into a dull hum as his focus narrowed on you. He noticed the way you leaned against the bar, your posture relaxed, but his heart sank as he saw a man from your group sliding into the seat next to you. The sight of the stranger’s casual demeanor and the way he leaned in to speak to you sent a shadow creeping into Mingi’s previously contented heart.
His mood shifted sharply, the warmth of pride quickly replaced by a cold knot of jealousy. Mingi clenched his fists, his mind racing with thoughts he didn’t want to entertain. He could see the way the man’s eyes sparkled with interest, and it ignited a protective instinct within him. He wanted to stride over, to reclaim his space beside you, to remind everyone that you were his. But he hesitated, torn between the desire to trust you and the instinct to shield you from any unwanted attention.
As the man leaned closer, Mingi’s heart raced, each beat echoing his unease. He could see you smiling, your lips curving in a way that made his heart flutter, but the sight of that stranger so close to you felt like a threat. The laughter that had once filled him with warmth now felt like a distant echo, overshadowed by the tension building in his chest.
As the stranger's fingers tangled in your hair, a fierce transformation ignited within him. He crossed the club with purpose, each step deliberate and heavy, his presence radiating an aura of protectiveness that was impossible to ignore. It was as if the very air around him thickened, charged with an unspoken promise of danger.
Looming behind you like a protective shadow, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, sending a thrill of both fear and exhilaration coursing through you. He bracketed you between the polished bar and his imposing figure, creating an impenetrable barrier that shielded you from the world outside. His gaze, fierce and unyielding, burned into the man beside you, a stranger who had dared to overstep boundaries that should never have been crossed.
"Lay a finger on my wife again," he warned, his voice low and menacing, each word dripping with a simmering rage that was barely contained. The club's pulsing music faded into the background, the laughter and chatter of patrons becoming a distant hum as the tension between the three of you thickened. "And I promise you won't have a hand to touch her with next time."
The threat hung in the air, heavy and palpable, as the man beside you shifted uncomfortably, his bravado faltering under the weight of your husband's fierce protectiveness. You could feel the heat radiating from him, a mix of anger and possessiveness that made your heart race. It was a side of him you rarely saw, but in that moment, it was intoxicating. You were his, and he would do anything to keep you safe.
Wooyoung
As you strolled through the lively streets with Wooyoung, the vibrant energy of the town enveloped you, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter, the distant strumming of a street musician's guitar, and the enticing aroma of food wafting from nearby stalls. You found yourself trailing slightly behind him, captivated by the way he moved through the crowd with an effortless grace, his enthusiasm infectious.
Every few moments, he glanced back, a flicker of concern dancing in his eyes, ensuring you were still there, still enjoying the moment. It was endearing, the way he cared, and it made your heart flutter. With a playful gesture, he extended his hand, opening and closing it in a silent invitation, a gesture that felt both sweet and slightly possessive.
Instead of accepting right away, you decided to playfully provoke him, relishing the lighthearted tension that crackled between you. "What’s the rush?" you teased, a smirk playing on your lips as you watched his expression shift. His lips formed a cute pout, a mix of frustration and amusement that made you want to laugh.
"Just take my hand," he replied, exasperation lacing his tone, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You could see the way his patience was wearing thin, but it only fueled your playful spirit.
"I’m not a child; I can find my way," you quipped, enjoying the banter that had become a delightful dance between you two. The streets were bustling with life, but at this moment, it felt like it was just the two of you caught in a playful tug-of-war.
"Hold my hand, or I might just resort to gluing us together next time," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes that hinted at his sincerity. The corners of his mouth curled into a mischievous smile, and for a moment, the bustling crowd around you faded into a blur. It was as if the world had shrunk down to just the two of you, standing amidst the chaos, yet completely in sync.
"I can't bear the thought of losing you in this sea of people," he added, his tone shifting to one of earnestness that made your heart flutter. The weight of his words settled in the air between you, and you could see the genuine concern etched on his face. It was a vulnerability that drew you in, making you acutely aware of how much he valued your presence.
Unable to resist the warmth of his plea, you intertwined your fingers with his, feeling an undeniable connection that sent a rush of electricity through your veins. His grip was firm yet gentle, a perfect balance that made you feel both secure and cherished. As you stood there, hand in hand, the noise of the crowd transformed into a distant hum, and all that mattered was this moment, this bond that felt as if it had been forged in the very fabric of the universe.
You glanced up at him, your heart racing as you caught his gaze. There was a spark in his eyes, a mix of playfulness and sincerity that made you feel seen in a way you had never experienced before. "You really think you could glue us together?" you replied, a teasing lilt in your voice, trying to match his lightheartedness while your heart swelled with affection.
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and inviting. "I might just have to try if you keep wandering off," he said, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles, sending shivers down your spine. "But honestly, I just want to make sure you're always by my side. It’s too easy to get lost in this crowd, and I don’t want to lose you."
Jongho
He gently guided you to the park bench, the sun casting a warm glow over the vibrant green grass and the colorful flowers that danced in the gentle breeze. As you settled onto the bench, he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and retrieved a small first aid kit. The soft rustle of the kit opening filled the air, mingling with the distant laughter of children playing nearby.
With a playful laugh, you couldn't help but tease him, "Why the hell do you have that?" Your voice was light, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity. You watched as he carefully unwrapped a bandage, his fingers deftly moving with a practiced ease that spoke of countless similar moments shared between you.
He looked up at you, a playful glint in his eyes, but there was also a tenderness that made your heart skip a beat. "Because of moments like this," he replied, his tone light yet sincere. "You really are quite clumsy." His words were accompanied by a soft chuckle, but as he gently tended to the scrape on your knee, you noticed the slight furrow in his brow, a sigh escaping his lips that was laced with a hint of worry.
As he applied the antiseptic, the coolness of the liquid contrasted with the warmth of the day, and you felt a rush of gratitude for his care. The way he focused on you, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration, made your heart flutter in a way that was both exhilarating and comforting. You could see the concern etched on his face, and it made you realize just how much he cared.
"You know," you said softly, trying to lighten the mood, "I think I’m just trying to keep you on your toes." You flashed him a teasing smile, hoping to ease the tension that had settled between you. He paused for a moment, looking up at you with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
You watched as he finished wrapping the bandage around your knee, his fingers brushing against your skin with a tenderness that sent a shiver down your spine. "There," he said, his voice softening as he admired his handiwork. "All better."
You rose to your feet, a radiant smile lighting up your face. "Thanks, hubby," you teased, watching as a blush crept across his ears, a delightful shade of crimson that made your heart flutter. His reaction was priceless, and you couldn’t help but revel in the moment. In an unexpected move, he swept you off your feet, cradling you effortlessly in his strong embrace as he began to stroll, his confidence radiating with every step.
"Really, you don’t need to carry me; it was just a little scratch!" you protested, warmth flooding your cheeks as you nestled against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The way he held you made you feel cherished, and despite your words, a part of you relished the attention. This was his playful revenge for your earlier teasing, a lighthearted reminder that he could match your banter with his own brand of charm.
"I’m just making sure you don’t stumble," he replied with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. The playful glint in his gaze made your heart race, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within you.
"You know I’m perfectly capable of walking on my own," you shot back, but the playful tone in your voice betrayed your enjoyment of the moment.
He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "Oh, I know you are, but where’s the fun in that?" he teased, his grip tightening slightly as he adjusted you in his arms. You could feel the strength in his muscles, the way he effortlessly supported you, and it made you feel safe and adored.
As he continued to stroll, you took in the world around you—the vibrant colors of the flowers blooming in the garden, the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the soft glow of the setting sun casting a golden hue over everything. It was a perfect evening, and being in his arms made it all the more magical.
"You’re impossible," you said, shaking your head with a smile, but deep down, you loved every second of this playful banter. "What if someone sees us?" you added, glancing around as if expecting an audience to appear at any moment.
He merely shrugged, his grin widening. "Let them see! I’m proud to show off my beautiful girl," he declared, his voice filled with sincerity that made your heart skip a beat.
Ateez Reactions- If The World Was Ending, I'd Wanna Be Next To You
Pairing: Ateez x Fem. Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 3.4k
Summary: Wherever you go, that's where they follow- They come home or are leaving for a tour :/
Hongjoong
After months of exhausting touring, Hongjoong felt the weight of fatigue pressing down on him, his body pleading for rest. Each performance had drained him, the adrenaline of the crowd slowly giving way to an overwhelming sense of weariness. He opened the apartment door, the familiar creak of the hinges a comforting sound that signaled he was finally home. Dropping his suitcase with a soft thud, he kicked off his shoes, the cool floor beneath his feet a welcome relief after countless hours spent on stage.
The apartment felt like a sanctuary, the walls echoing with memories of laughter and love. As he wandered through the dimly lit hallways, the soft glow of the lamps cast gentle shadows, creating an intimate atmosphere that wrapped around him like a warm embrace. Each step brought him closer to the one thing he had missed the most during his time away.
Finally, he entered the bedroom, and a wave of warmth washed over him at the sight of you nestled beneath the covers. Your hair spilled across the pillow, framing your peaceful face, and for a moment, he simply stood there, taking in the sight of you. A smile broke across his face, a genuine expression of joy that seemed to light up the room. His heart swelled with love, filling the empty spaces within him that the tour had left behind.
He gently pulled back the blankets, careful not to disturb your slumber, and slipped into bed beside you. The mattress sank slightly under his weight, and he felt the familiar comfort of your presence enveloping him. Burying his face against your chest, he inhaled the sweet scent of you—familiar and grounding. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he felt the tension in his body begin to melt away, finding solace in the rhythm of your heartbeat.
In that moment, the exhaustion of the past months faded into the background, replaced by a profound sense of peace. He could feel the warmth radiating from you, a soothing balm for his weary soul. As he lay there, he allowed himself to drift, knowing that he was finally home, where he belonged. The world outside could wait; for now, it was just the two of you, cocooned in a bubble of love and tranquility.
Seonghwa
Nestled in the warmth of your bed, you and Seonghwa were entwined, your bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle, craving the closeness that felt almost sacred. The soft sheets enveloped you both, creating a cocoon that shielded you from the outside world. Your cheek rested against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing you, a gentle lullaby that seemed to drown out the worries that loomed just beyond the walls of your sanctuary. Each thump resonated through you, a reminder of the life and love that pulsed between you, grounding you in the moment.
His fingers, warm and delicate, gently wove through your hair, each stroke a silent promise of affection and comfort. The way he caressed your scalp sent shivers of tranquility down your spine, creating a sense of peace amidst the looming reality that threatened to intrude upon your blissful bubble. You could feel the weight of the unspoken truth hanging in the air, thick and palpable—he would soon leave for a three-month tour, a journey that would take him far away from you, both physically and emotionally.
The mere thought of his absence sent a shiver through you, a cold wave of anxiety that washed over your heart. You instinctively tightened your grip around him, wishing that your embrace could somehow defy time and distance, binding you together forever. You buried your face deeper into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him—an intoxicating mix of warmth, comfort, and a hint of his cologne that lingered in the air. It was a scent that felt like home, and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to freeze time, to hold onto this fleeting moment of intimacy.
As you lay there, the world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the two of you. You could hear the distant sounds of life continuing on—cars passing by, the faint chatter of people outside—but in your little haven, it was just you and Seonghwa, cocooned in a bubble of love and longing. You could feel the weight of his arm draped protectively over you, a silent reassurance that he was there, present and real, even as the clock ticked inexorably toward his departure.
You wanted to etch this moment into your memory, to hold onto it like a precious gem that you could revisit whenever the loneliness threatened to creep in. You wanted to memorize the way his chest rose and fell beneath your cheek, the way his fingers danced through your hair, the feeling of him in your arms.
“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. The words felt heavy on your tongue, laden with the weight of your concern. You wanted him to know that even though he would be far away, your thoughts would always be with him, wrapped around him like the sheets that cocooned you both.
He smiled softly, a gentle curve of his lips that made your heart flutter. “I promise,” he replied, his voice low and soothing, like a balm to your anxious thoughts. “And you too. I’ll be counting down the days until I’m back in your arms.”
Yunho
After a long day at work, you strolled home, fatigue weighing heavily on your shoulders, each step feeling like a small battle against the exhaustion that had settled deep within you. The thought of returning to the solitude of your empty apartment loomed over you like a dark cloud, amplifying the weariness that clung to your bones. The streets were quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of the city muted as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced along the pavement.
Just as you lifted your eyes from the ground, lost in your thoughts, a tall silhouette caught your attention. He stood there, a striking figure against the backdrop of your building, a large suitcase resting beside him, its worn leather surface hinting at countless adventures. Your heart quickened, a mix of surprise and excitement surging through you like a jolt of electricity. Who could it be?
As you approached, the figure turned, and in that moment, the world around you seemed to pause. His smile radiated warmth, a beacon of light that melted away the weariness that had enveloped you just moments before. It was as if the weight of the day had been lifted, replaced by a rush of joy that coursed through your veins. In a burst of uncontainable happiness, you dashed toward him, your feet barely touching the ground as you leaped into his embrace. He caught you effortlessly, enveloping you in a tight, comforting hug that felt like coming home after a long journey. The familiar scent of him wrapped around you, grounding you in the moment and making the world outside fade away.
For a few precious seconds, nothing else mattered. The worries of the day, the loneliness of your apartment, and the fatigue that had threatened to consume you all vanished in the warmth of his arms. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady and reassuring, and it filled you with a sense of safety and belonging that you had longed for.
As you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, the joy in his expression mirrored your own. It was a moment of connection, a reminder that even in the depths of solitude, there could be unexpected surprises that brought light and warmth back into your life. The suitcase beside him hinted that he had come here straight from the airport. “Surprise!” he said, his voice a melody that danced in the cool evening air. You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within you.
"Welcome home."
Yeosang
You had promised to accompany him to the airport, a bittersweet farewell before his tour. The air was thick with emotion, a palpable tension that wrapped around you both like a heavy blanket. There you stood, enveloped in each other's embrace, as if the world around you had faded away into a blur of indistinct shapes and sounds. The bustling crowd, the distant announcements, and the hurried footsteps of travelers all melted into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own private universe.
Yeosang buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling your scent, a mix of familiarity and comfort that seemed to ground him in this moment of uncertainty. His hands gripped you tightly, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt, as if trying to etch the moment into his heart, to hold onto it for as long as possible. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the coolness of the terminal, and it made your heart ache with the knowledge that soon he would be gone.
As the announcement for his flight echoed through the terminal, a stark reminder of the impending separation, tears brimmed in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You held him even closer, your arms wrapping around him as if you could shield him from the world outside, desperate to freeze time and keep him by your side just a little longer. The weight of the moment pressed down on you, and you wished you could pause it, to savor the feeling of his heartbeat against yours, the way his breath tickled your skin.
He turned slightly, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he murmured, "I love you." The words hung in the air, a promise and a plea all at once. You nodded, your voice barely a whisper, "I love you too," the sincerity of your feelings pouring out in that simple phrase. It felt like a lifeline, a connection that would span the distance between you, even as you reluctantly released him.
As you stepped back, the reality of the situation hit you like a wave, crashing over you with an intensity that left you breathless. You searched his eyes, looking for reassurance, for a sign that this was not the end but merely a pause in your journey together. He offered you a small, bittersweet smile, one that held both hope and sadness, and you knew that this moment would linger in your heart long after he had boarded the plane.
San
Arriving home from a long day at work, you were too weary to notice the unfamiliar shoes by the door. As you entered your bedroom and flicked on the light, a gasp escaped your lips, a mix of shock and joy flooding your senses. There, nestled under the covers, was your boyfriend, unexpectedly back from tour a day early. Heart racing, you hurried to his side, gently climbing onto the bed and tracing your fingers along his back before softly brushing his cheek to rouse him. His eyes fluttered open, a radiant smile spreading across his face as he enveloped you in his arms, pulling you tightly against him. "My baby… I'm home," he murmured, his voice a warm, sleepy melody that wrapped around you like a cozy blanket.
The world outside faded away as you melted into his embrace, the exhaustion of the day evaporating in an instant. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek, a comforting reminder that he was truly there, right in front of you. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint hint of laundry detergent from the sheets, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety that made you feel like you were exactly where you belonged.
"I missed you so much," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you pulled back slightly to gaze into his eyes. They sparkled with a mix of love and mischief, the kind of look that made your heart flutter. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
"I missed you too," he replied, his voice still thick with sleep but laced with sincerity. "I couldn't wait to surprise you. I know how hard you’ve been working." He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow, his gaze never leaving yours. The way he looked at you made you feel like the only person in the world, as if nothing else mattered but this moment.
You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling with affection. "You have no idea how much I needed this," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I was so tired, and I thought I’d have to wait another day to see you."
He chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the room like a gentle melody. "Well, I couldn’t let you wait any longer. I wanted to be here for you, to hold you after all those long nights apart." His thumb brushed over your knuckles, a simple gesture that felt monumental in its intimacy.
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying the closeness, the warmth of each other’s presence. You could hear the faint sounds of the city outside, but inside this little bubble, it felt like time had stopped. You leaned in closer, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath you.
"Tell me everything," you urged, your curiosity piqued. "How was the tour? Did you have fun? What was the best part?" You looked up at him, your eyes wide with anticipation, eager to hear all about his adventures.
Mingi
Nestled against his chest, you felt the warmth of his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your spine, each gentle stroke sending shivers of delight coursing through you. His gaze, a captivating blend of adoration and yearning, held you captive as if he were trying to memorize every detail of your face, every curve of your body before the dawn broke and reality set in. The first light of day loomed ahead, casting a soft glow that illuminated the room, a bittersweet reminder of his impending departure for tour. It was a moment suspended in time, one that you both knew would soon be shattered by the demands of the world outside.
He was determined to savor every fleeting moment with you, to etch this memory into the fabric of his mind. It was his suggestion to forgo sleep, a reckless decision that felt both exhilarating and worrying. "I can catch up on the plane," he insisted, his eyes sparkling with mischief and longing. As he drew you closer, the warmth of his body enveloped you, creating a cocoon of intimacy that made the outside world fade away. His lips found yours in a fervent kiss, igniting the flames of your earlier desire, a passionate dance that spoke of both urgency and tenderness.
"I’m going to miss you so damn much, baby," he murmured, his voice a rich, deep promise against your lips. The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy with emotion, and you could feel the truth of them resonating deep within your heart. You pulled back slightly, searching his eyes for reassurance, for a glimpse of the future that felt so uncertain. The thought of him being away, of the distance that would stretch between you, was almost unbearable. Yet, in this moment, all that mattered was the connection you shared, the way his fingers continued to trace patterns along your spine, grounding you in the present.
As the dawn crept closer, you both knew that time was slipping away, but you were determined to make the most of it. You leaned in again, capturing his lips with yours, pouring all your love and longing into that kiss. It was a promise, a vow that no matter the miles that would separate you, your hearts would remain intertwined. The world outside could wait; for now, it was just the two of you, lost in a moment that felt both infinite and fleeting, a beautiful paradox that you would carry with you until he returned.
Wooyoung
The moment his voice rang out, you felt a rush of warmth wash over you, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile atmosphere of the airport. "BABY!" he called, his voice cutting through the chaos like a beacon of light in a storm. Your heart raced, a wild drumbeat in your chest, as you scanned the sea of unfamiliar faces, each one a blur of motion and noise. But then, there he was—Wooyoung—waving enthusiastically, weaving through the throng with an infectious grin that seemed to brighten the dimly lit terminal.
He dropped his suitcase with a thud that echoed in the bustling space, but you barely noticed. All that mattered was the way he enveloped you in a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you like a warm blanket on a chilly night. In that moment, the world around you faded away, and it was just the two of you, suspended in time. His presence ignited a spark within you, a flame that had flickered in his absence but now roared to life.
As he held you close, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest, a comforting reminder that he was real and right there with you. His breath tickled your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and you could sense the longing in his words as he whispered, "I missed you so much." Each syllable was laced with sincerity, a testament to the depth of his feelings.
Then came the flurry of tender kisses, each one a soft brush against your skin, igniting a warmth that spread from your cheeks to your very core. You felt your cheeks flush, a delightful blush that betrayed the joy bubbling inside you. It was a sweet reminder of the months spent apart, a bittersweet ache that had only made this reunion more precious. The kisses were gentle yet fervent, a language all their own, speaking volumes of the love that had only grown stronger in the distance. As you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, you could see the spark of mischief and affection dancing within them. The chaos of the airport faded into the background, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. You were together again, and the world felt right.
Jongho
Jongho had vowed to share his final night with you before embarking on his tour, a promise that had filled your heart with warmth and anticipation. But as the hours slipped away, anxiety crept in, wrapping around your chest like a vice, making you fear he might not come. The clock ticked louder in your mind, each second amplifying your worries. You imagined him caught up in the whirlwind of last-minute preparations, the chaos of packing, and the inevitable distractions that come with the excitement of tour.
When he finally arrived, the door swung open, and your heart leaped at the sight of him. You were on the brink of tears, a mix of relief and overwhelming emotion flooding your senses. Without a word, you rushed into his arms, wrapping your arms around him tightly as if you were afraid he might disappear again. You wept against his chest, the familiar scent of him grounding you amidst the storm of your feelings.
Jongho held you close, his warmth enveloping you like a protective cocoon. He understood the heartache that lay ahead, the distance that would stretch between you, and the uncertainty that came with it. But he was determined to soothe you, to remind you that love could bridge any gap. He whispered gentle words into your hair, his voice a soft melody that calmed your racing heart.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his fingers running through your hair in a comforting rhythm. “I’ll be back before you know it. Just hold onto this night.”
Then, with a tender gesture, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, a promise sealed with affection. You looked up at him, your eyes glistening with unshed tears, and he smiled, a reassuring light in the dim room.
“Wait here,” he said, stepping back for a moment. You watched curiously as he rummaged through his bag, a playful glint in his eyes. When he returned, he held out a pair of headphones, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
“Put these on,” he instructed, his excitement infectious. You complied, curiosity piquing as he settled the headphones over your ears. The world around you faded, and soon, the soft strumming of a guitar filled your senses, followed by his rich, melodic voice.
As the first notes of your favorite song floated through the headphones, your heart swelled. It was a heartfelt surprise: he had spent the last few days recording himself singing all of your favorite songs. That way you would aways get to hear his voice whenever you needed to hear him.
