➵ about— i’m 19 years old and a jeong yunho ult. i love writing in my free time, and i also stan ateez and stray kids. my mbti is infp.
➵ my ask box is open, but requests are closed. feel free to send me a message, though!!
♥-fluff; ♦-angst
౨ৎ— m.list
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kim hongjoong
➵ important (imagine)(♦,♥)
you expected hongjoong to remember, but he forgot.
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park seonghwa
➵ heartbeat (imagine)(♦,♥)
it’s a relaxing halloween night with your boyfriend seonghwa, until a movie brings out his true nature.
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jeong yunho
➵ my home (imagine)(♦,♥)
it isn’t no way home. it’s one way home, and that way is yunho.
➵ livestream (imagine)(♦,♥)
wooyoung starts a v-live, and yunho is still asleep, but he soon wakes up to talk to atiny with you and wooyoung.
➵ bliss (imagine)(♥)
a soft morning with yunho.
➵ can’t get rid of you (imagine)(♦,♥)
both you and yunho are chosen to attend the same conference, staying in a local hotel, only there’s only one room, and you both seemingly hate each other.
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choi san
➵ warmth (imagine)(♦,♥)
san can’t sleep and you help him.
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jung wooyoung
➵ risky (imagine)(♦)
wooyoung finds himself wounded and in need of help. luckily, you quite literally bump into him on the street.
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choi jongho
➵ apples (imagine)(♦,♥)
jongho is uncharacteristically affectionate tonight, but you have no quarrels with that.
౨ৎ GENRE: fluff, angst, established relationship, fem!reader
౨ৎ WARNINGS: slight angst, fluff, yunho’s a sweet but slightly stressed fiancé
౨ৎ WORD COUNT: 0.5k
౨ৎ SUMMARY: yunho is a little stressed about work, but you help him calm down and share a sweet moment with him while watching the sunset
౨ৎ A/N: i saw his recent story post and just had to write a little something. it isn’t much, but i hope you all enjoy reading it <3
The sun is slowly setting, casting a warm, golden glow across the ground as you walk down the stone walkway toward the bench Yunho is sitting on.
“Yunho?” you speak softly, walking up to him and placing your hands on his shoulders gently. “You okay?”
He looks up at you and smiles softly, his hand meeting yours on his shoulder as he releases a small sigh, his gaze shifting back on the horizon. “Yeah, just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Life, work, us…” he trails off, his thumb running back and forth across the back of your hand. “Everything.”
“Us in a good way?” you ask, laughing softly, hesitantly.
Yunho’s chocolate brown eyes meet yours again, softening, as he nods, “Everything about you is good.”
You feel heat rising to your cheeks as you look down. Even after dating for two years, he still makes you blush all the time. “Are you worried about something?”
He shrugs, the fabric of his loose black t-shirt rustling slightly with the wind. “It comes and goes… sometimes I feel overwhelmed from work, but…”
He trails off, and you frown, gently massaging his shoulders. He sighs, leaning into your touch, his head moving to rest against your arm, his soft, dark hair gently tickling your skin.
“But what?” you whisper softly.
“Even when I do worry, you always know when and how to come calm me down,” he looks up at you again, his dark eyes reflecting the setting sun’s warmth, and you’re reminded again why you love him so much. “You’re like magic sometimes.”
With a soft smile, you lean down, kissing him, your lips barely touching for a brief moment before he lifts a hand to your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek.
When he pulls away, he whispers, “I love you.”
“I love you more,” you tease, moving around the side of the bench to sit beside him. He immediately wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer until you’re pressed into the warmth of him.
“We’ll take it day by day, okay?” you whisper, leaning your head against his shoulder.
He nods against your head, his cheek pressed against your hair. “Day by day.”
You allow a smile to grow on your face as you watch the sun slowly sinking beyond the horizon.
“You’re my safe space,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Even when everything else is crazy and my thoughts are all jumbled, you’re the one thing that always makes sense.”
“I want to be that for you forever,” you respond, looking up at him.
“That’s why I’m marrying you,” Yunho smiles, his thumb tracing the engagement ring on your finger, the diamond sparkling in the warm sunlight.
“Soon,” you agree, returning his smile before fixing your gaze back on the sunset.
“Thank you for putting up with my worrying,” Yunho tells you, his arm around your shoulders gently squeezing you in gratitude.
“Thank you for putting up with my stuffed animal collection,” you giggle, lightening the mood.
Yunho laughs, “You do have a bit of a stuffed animal addiction. But I wouldn’t have it any other way, you know that?”
Your laughter dies down as you smile, wanting to tell him again, “I love you, Jeong Yunho.”
Hello!! My question is, why does ateez Golden hour pt. 3 have no album standard pcs? It kinda sucks that the only pcs are usa exclusive 😭
Ikr 😭 The only thing I can figure is that maybe they were saving the selfie pcs for the In Your Fantasy version?? Because now we get 4 pcs with that one in the USA. I really have no idea, but it does kinda suck that there are no albums photocards, because I always love the album ones 😅 Tysm for the question!! ❤️
Guys, I’m planning on writing a Yunho x reader fanfiction based loosely on In Your Fantasy. Would anyone be interested in being on a taglist for it??
Synopsis: Upon finding Yunho again after several years since losing touch with him, you quickly realize he’s changed. He doesn’t act like the same warm, sweet person he used to be. After he introduces you to his friends and fellow bandmates, the rest of Ateez, their true intentions are slowly revealed. What kind of dark, twisted spell are they trying to pull you under? What do you have to do with it that makes seducing you so important? Most importantly, will you allow yourself to be pulled under, or will you resist the temptation?
Do any other ateez members have pets aside from San?
Hello!! None of the rest of them have pets of their own, but Wooyoung’s family has a welsh corgi named Gibok. Beyond that, I’m not sure which of the other members have family pets, but I guess they’re too busy to have their own pets 😭 Thanks for the question!! 💖
౨ৎ PAIRING: ex-soldier!jeong yunho x survivor!reader
౨ৎ GENRE: angst, fluff later in the story, survival, post-apocalyptic, fem!reader
౨ৎ WARNINGS: themes of survival, potential blood, mentions of weapons, dangerous situations, yunho is a little bit rude at times
౨ৎ WORD COUNT: 2.0k
౨ৎ SUMMARY: you’re a survivor, and have been since the beginning of the end of the world, since the great war. yunho is an ex-soldier who wants no part in saving humanity. somehow, you convince him otherwise, and the two of you embark on a journey to rescue mankind, and, maybe, find love and safety in each other along the way
౨ৎ A/N: my first series! i’ll do my best to update regularly, and i hope you all enjoy this little idea i had. i’ve wanted to write a dystopian story for a while, so i hope you all like this one! lmk if you’d like to be on the taglist for future chapters <3
Another cold morning envelopes your small makeshift campsite. At this point, it’s a miracle you can still wake up in the morning. As you crawl out of your tent, the smell of distant smoke fills your lungs and you wince, still not entirely used to the putrid scent that burns your nostrils.
The world has been basically uninhabitable for around six years, ever since the huge world war that left the earth divided and destroyed. Those who weren’t killed in the brutal fighting have taken refuge in various factions, some peaceful, but most are combative and unapproachable. You prefer to work alone.
Quickly gathering your small tent and other provisions, only items you can easily carry across the countryside, you start to move, scanning the surrounding forest for any hostile animals or people. Feeling somewhat safe for now, you continue on the path. The road is mostly dirt, with weeds and grass littered across it, evidence of a lack of human inhabitance for a very long time.
At this point, you don’t even remember the last time you were in contact with another person. A few months? A year? Two years? Time seems to go by both quickly and slowly, molding together. The sun rises and falls as it always has. You had always thought time was a curious and fickle phenomenon just like the seasons, ebbing and flowing as months and years pass with no change in the world around you.
The dirt and dead leaves crunch beneath your worn tennis shoes as you walk, shivering slightly as a cool breeze carries fog across the path. For many months, you’d been on the search for a place called Haven. You had heard rumors from people you used to stay with when you’d needed to be nursed back to health, back when you’d been attacked by a rogue survivor group with guns.
The family that had found and helped you used to talk of a group of people who are trying to rebuild the broken world. This had pushed you to leave the safety of the family’s home, searching for this allegedly peaceful group. Maybe you could help bring back some normalcy. Besides, what else would you do with the rest of your life if not try to bring back some form of humanity?
The insistent fog is making you uneasy, as much as you try to push down the growing fear you feel inside the pit of your stomach. Every time you hear a twig snap, your heart leaps into your throat, anxiety creeping into your mind.
Taking a deep breath, you push on, knowing at some point you’ll make it to somewhere you can rest.
Suddenly, another twig snaps. You tell yourself it’s a squirrel or deer or something, but something isn’t sitting right. Just as you round the bend, the dirt road leading down a small incline, you hear the unmistakeable sound of a knife being unsheathed. Your heartbeat quickens as you freeze, your eyes squeezing shut. You’re scared to turn around, so you run. As fast as your tired and sore feet will carry you.
It doesn’t take long for you to realize you’re being followed. Closely. Still not daring to look back, you take a right into the woods, hoping to outrun the assailant. Unfortunately, just as you think you might be able to lose them, you trip over a root tangled in the underbrush. With a sharp yelp, you fall, your backpack crashing to the ground with you, the wind leaving your lungs as your chest collides with the hard earth.
As you gasp, trying to regain your breath, you see them. A group of about three men, each wielding various weapons, but the main one a knife, long and sharp. “You think you can outrun us for long, girl?” one of them snarls, stepping closer.
Fear has engulfed you as you try to scoot back, your ankle pulsing with a sharp pain.
“We should take ‘er in, boss.”
“Yeah, she’s young and agile.”
The boss steps closer enough for you to smell the smoke on his clothes, making your nose scrunch with disgust. Just as he’s about to yank you up by the arm, you hear a shot ring out. Your head snaps up, seeing another man, this one hooded and standing on top of the hill, a pistol held in his hands, aimed right at the man hovering above you.
“Let her go.”
The man holding your arm scoffs, not releasing you. “And why should I rele—?”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before the hooded man fires another shot, this one hitting one of the men in the arm, making him scream in pain. You’re in shock as the man holding you drops your arm, quickly gathering his men and running in the other direction.
You quickly try to grab your backpack, not knowing whether to trust the man who saved you or not. Knowing you can’t trust anyone, you quickly scramble to your feet, casting one last look at the hooded man before trying to run, ignoring the sharp pain in your ankle.
You don’t make it far before a warm hand grabs your arm, pulling you against a solid chest as his other arm wraps around you, holding you still. “Let me go!”
“Where?” he asks, his voice smooth, not letting you move a single inch despite your struggle against his strong hold. “I saved your life.”
“That means nothing in this world except you’re probably trying to capture me too!” you exclaim, but your foot catches on the ground, sending another shockwave of excruciating pain through your ankle. With a yelp, you lift your ankle off the ground, black dots swimming in your vision.
The man holding you gently releases you, guiding you to lean against a tree. “Easy…” he tells you soothingly.
“W-What do you want from me?” you ask, trying to fight the dizziness.
“Nothing at the moment,” he responds, crouching down to be eye level with you as he slowly removes his hood. You’re met with a head of dark, slightly unkempt hair and surprisingly soft brown eyes that look… worried? “I’ve been trying to stop those guys for a while. The ones that attacked you. They come after every traveler along the main road.”
“Main road?”
“I know,” he sighs, glancing at the mostly dirt path, only a few spots where asphalt peeks through. “Hardly a road anymore, but we still treat it as one.”
“Why’d you save me anyway?” you ask, confused.
“Why not?”
You’re taken aback by this, your eyebrows furrowing slightly as your eyes scan his face, searching for any signs of dishonesty. Finding none, you sigh. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” he nods, looking down at your ankle. “How bad is it?”
“On a scale of one to ten…” you wince. “Eleven.”
“Can you walk at all?” he asks, standing up and extending a hand to you. You notice the callouses on his slender fingers, making a pang of sympathy shoot through you. Gently taking his hand, you shakily stand, hissing when your foot hits the ground. “Here. Lean against me. I have a… shelter about a mile down the road. You can rest there.”
Nodding, feeling like you don’t really have a choice, you follow him, hoping against hope he isn’t leading you to your death.
When you both make it to the small shack, which, surprisingly, is quite homely on the inside, you’re finally able to rest your ankle.
“What’s your name?” you ask him as he readies an ice pack for your ankle.
“Yunho,” he responds simply, helping you place the cold ice pack against your ankle. “And you?”
“Y/N,” you reply, your gaze drifting to the gun strapped to his hip. “Where’d you find that? I haven’t seen a gun laying around since… the beginning of this mess.”
“Had it since the war,” Yunho replies, making your eyebrows furrow.
“Since the war?” you question curiously, glancing around at his makeshift home. “The only ones who were allowed to have guns were soldiers. They were rationed out that way.”
Yunho’s lips form a small frown, bordering a scowl, at your statement. It’s then you see the label on his pistol. It clicks in your mind. “You were a soldier?”
He simply nods, swallowing thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, as he continues to ice your ankle.
“Which side?”
His gaze snaps to yours, a hint of vulnerability and surprise flashing in his brown irises as he freezes.
You realize what kind of question you’d asked and you attempt to backtrack before your gaze lands on a uniform. A Dominion uniform. He’d been part of the Order. “You were with them, weren’t you? The Order.”
“I’d rather not talk about it.” Yunho’s tone is clipped and cold as he finishes with the ice pack, standing to put the extra ice back in his old, beaten up freezer.
“No wonder you have a gun,” you mumble, feeling anger rising inside you. “You fought for them. You killed for them, didn’t you?”
He doesn’t respond, his back to you as he leans his hands against the wooden counter, his shoulders tense.
“Had you been with them before they tried to brainwash us? When they were still the military? Or did you join them after they tried to destroy the world?” you ask, your tone growing more and more accusing.
“I don’t think you have the right to ask those things of me when you’re in my home and I saved your life!” Yunho snaps, turning back around to face you. You close your mouth, suddenly remembering the dynamics of your situation. With a curt nod, you let it go, but not without another wary glance in his direction. You’d find out what happened to make him so defensive later, if there is a later.
“Where are you headed?” Yunho asks, sighing, as he sits down on the end of the cot you’re lying on.
“Why do you care?”
“Oh for the love of—“ Yunho takes a deep breath, as if steadying himself. “Just tell me where you’re going.”
“Haven,” you respond, sighing.
“Haven?” Yunho scoffs. “That’s a myth. Made up by dreamers who still had hope.”
“It’s not a myth,” you respond defensively. “It’s real!”
“And where’s your proof?” Yunho asks, crossing his arms, the scoff still playing on his lips.
“I don’t need proof,” you respond, your tone clipped. “I know it exists and I’m going to find them.”
“Suit yourself,” Yunho shrugs, shaking his head. “But the world is cruel to dreamers with hope like you. I learned the hard way not to trust anyone or anything.”
“Then why are you trusting me?” you ask, confused.
“You’re the one at my mercy at the moment,” he responds pointedly, and you slump against the nearly flat pillow, knowing he’s right. “So I’d suggest you start acting like it rather than talking back to me constantly.”
“Whatever,” you grumble, wincing when you move your foot.
“I’m being serious,” Yunho sighs, looking down at you, his gaze softening slightly. “I’ve seen too many people head down the road you’re searching for. Haven, or anything like it, doesn’t exist.”
“You’re a killjoy,” you grumble, frowning.
“Guilty as charged,” Yunho smirks slightly, before sighing. “I’m just trying to save you a worthless trip or a life of searching for something that doesn’t exist and never will.”
“Or…” you trail off slowly, glancing up at him and then the inside of the shack again. “You could help?”
“Help what? Search for Haven?” Yunho shakes his head. “Not a chance. I’m not wasting my time doing something like that.”
“What have you got to lose? This rickety shack?” you gesture to the small room. “Wouldn’t you rather be a part of something bigger?”
“I tried that once,” Yunho scowls. “Didn’t exactly end well.”
“This time will be different. I promise.”
“How can you promise something like that?” Yunho asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
“It’s like you said,” you shrug, your eyes meeting his dark ones. “I have hope.”
౨ৎ WARNINGS— angst, mentions of wounds and blood, world z
౨ৎ WORD COUNT- 2.3k
౨ৎ SUMMARY- wooyoung finds himself wounded and in need of help. luckily, you quite literally bump into him on the street.
౨ৎ A/N- my first wooyoung story! i hope you all enjoy, and lmk what you think :)
Wooyoung knows he messed up, that he wasn’t careful, that he should have taken Yunho up on the offer of backup. Right now, however, he can’t think about much besides getting somewhere safe to examine his injuries.
He needs to find someone he knows, preferably not the authorities, who also know him quite well by now, and not in a good way.
He hisses as he falls against the side of a wall once again, his side pulsing with pain, his head spinning. He still has the fake mask on, donning a different identity, one that was supposed to keep him hidden.
Unfortunately, he had been stupid and it had cost him. Hong Joong is going to kill him if his wounds don’t kill him first
With a sharp intake of breath, Wooyoung stands shakily to his feet again, his muscles sore and his vision blurry.
He hasn’t been able to take the face covering off, and he’s honestly scared too, since he can feel that his lip is busted, and he doesn’t know what the rest of his face could look like.
“Watch out!” someone shouts, making Wooyoung look up just slightly too late. With a grunt, he falls to the ground, earning a gasp from the person he had bumped into.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” he hears a girl’s voice exclaim as she bends to help him up. “I should have been paying more attention, but the groceries were kind of blocking my vision, and then you came up a little too fast.”
Wooyoung’s head is spinning as the girl talks, and, before he can stop himself, he shushes her, a hand moving to his head.
The girl’s eyes widen as she stops, gently gripping Wooyoung’s arm, “Are you hurt? I didn’t mean to actually hurt you!”
“I’m fine,” he clenches his jaw, trying his best not to cry out at the pain in his side, which is only worse now that the girl had bumped into him.
“Do you need help? My house is just down the block, if you want.” Wooyoung glances up at the girl, weighing his options. It would be a good way to get off the streets, but it would be a risk in itself if she finds out who he really is. He does have the mask on, though.
Without really thinking, he responds, “Yeah, thanks.”
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It was just your luck to bump into a middle-aged man on the street and injure him. You silently scold yourself as you help him to your house.
In hindsight, it’s probably not a great idea to invite a stranger into your house, especially considering the black pirates who are roaming around, but you owe this man something for hurting him.
“I’m really sorry,” you repeat, as you open your door, carefully ushering him inside. “If you tell me exactly what hurts, I can get my first aid kit.”
“Uh,” he falters, glancing outside your window when one of the android soldiers walks by, and you furrow your eyebrows, noticing the tension in his shoulders.
“They patrol after sundown now,” you comment, making him turn to look at you. “They’re kinda creepy, aren’t they?” He nods silently before wincing slightly as he takes a seat on your couch. “I’m just glad they’re not after me,” you add.
He nods again, a hand moving to grip his side, almost like its subconscious. “Did I hit your side too?” you ask, wondering how you did so much damage with just what seemed like a harmless, small bump.
“A little,” he responds, his gaze facing the window again, almost apprehensively.
“Have you had a bad run-in with the android soldiers?” you risk asking, wondering if he was one of the ones taken by them at some point.
“Huh?” he turns to you, eyebrows furrowed.
“I asked if you’ve had trouble with them,” you repeat, wondering if he has bad hearing or something.
“A little trouble, yeah,” he replies, swallowing, wincing when he puts a little too much pressure on his side.
“I’ll get the first aid kit,” you tell him after putting your groceries in the fridge.
When you leave, Wooyoung lets out a groan, the combination of his pounding headache, the pain in his side, and the rubber facemask sticking to his skin making him feel sick. He can’t take it off, though, no matter how much he wishes he could.
Hearing a sound outside, his gaze snaps to the window, where one of the android soldiers is standing, staring in at him. Wooyoung freezes, risking a glance to where you walked off before looking back at the window. The soldier is gone.
“I found it!” you exclaim, entering the room again, carrying your first aid kit. “You don’t mind me checking, do you?”
Wooyoung thinks for a moment, worried about you finding out he isn’t who he looks like he is, but he still nods, knowing he needs help.
“Good,” you smile, walking over to him. “I’ll need you to move your hand, though.”
Closing his eyes for a moment, he slowly removes his hand, wincing when you gasp. “You’re bleeding!” you start to panic, wondering how you hurt him that bad.
“It’s not that bad, I promise,” he responds, offering you a half-smile. “I have thin blood.”
“H-How did it happen, though?” you’re flustered, beyond worried now. “I didn’t think I hit your side!”
“When I fell, I scraped it, I think,” Wooyoung makes something up, hoping it’s believable.
“Hm,” you hum, slightly suspicious. To you, it looks like a bullet wound. And with his uneasiness around the android soldier, you’re a little worried that he could be one of the black pirates. The news had warned about them being disguised. It couldn’t be, could it?
“Can I…?” you trail off, gesturing toward his shirt. He slowly nods, looking a little uneasy.
You watch him carefully as you lift the bottom edge of the shirt, a little confused that his body doesn’t seem to match his age, not that you’re judging. “Did you get shot?” you ask, sounding a little blunt.
“Uh,” Wooyoung falters, nodding slightly.
“So you have had a run-in with the soldiers?” you ask, suddenly even more suspicious.
He nods, sighing, wondering how much longer he can keep up the charade. He weighs his options, wondering is he should just bolt for the door, but his wounds would probably prevent that.
“Are you…” you trail off, backing away from him slightly. “Are you one of those black pirates?”
“If I was?” Wooyoung snaps suddenly, taking you aback.
“If you were, it’d be in my good interest to report you to the authorities,” you reply, crossing your arms.
“The authorities?” Wooyoung responds, sighing, knowing he’s really messed up now.
“So, it’d be in your good interest to tell me now before I alert that android guard out there and turn you in regardless,” you threaten, knowing you’re being a little harsh for not even knowing if he’s really a black pirate or not.
“Don’t do that,” he responds, knowing he’s going to have more than one reason for Hong Joong to kill him after he leaves here, if he leaves at this point.
Slowly, Wooyoung lifts his hands to his neck, pulling off the mask. You gasp, partially from the fact that you weren’t expecting him to pull his face off, and partially from the fact that you weren’t expecting him to be this handsome, even with a busted lip and bruises.
With a start, you snap back into attention, scolding yourself for getting carried away. “So you are one of them?” you ask, watching him carefully.
Wooyoung frowns, running a hand through his dark hair, sighing, “What do you think?”
“I think you are,” you respond slowly. “I recognize you from the TV.”
“Of course you do,” he mutters under his breath, his hand moving back to his side, wincing at the pain, which has only increased.
“So why were you on the street?” you ask, confused. “Shouldn’t you be in hiding or something?”
“Yeah, well, a rebellion doesn’t start by itself,” Wooyoung laughs airily.
Moving toward the window, you close the curtains, not really sure why you’re trying to help him. “You know, I was warned about you,” you comment, taking a few steps closer to him.
“Wasn’t everyone?” he asks, glaring up at you.
“No need to be so hostile,” you respond. “I haven’t turned you in… yet.”
“Why don’t you just go ahead?” Wooyoung asks, a little confused. “I’m sure there’s quite a price on my head by now.”
“I’m not exactly against you, you know,” you reply, biting your lip. “I’m just against your way of going about things.”
“What?” Wooyoung asks, taken aback and even more confused.
“I don’t like your group’s violence, but I like the android guards less, so I’m willing to help,” you admit, causing Wooyoung to stare at you, shocked.
“You’re passing up the opportunity to be rich in reward money?” he asks, tentative.
“Do you want me to accept the reward money?” you ask, to which he promptly shakes his head.
“Of course, not,” he scoffs. “I’m just confused.”
“We’ll, don’t make me change my mind,” you warn, grabbing your first aid kit and walking closer to him again. “I really do need to dress this wound, though.”
“Should I trust you to not just kill me?” Wooyoung asks, skeptical.
You gasp, “I’m not a killer! You may be, but I’m not.”
Wooyoung grabs your wrist suddenly, making your eyes widen at the harsh grip, your gaze snapping to his. “Don’t make assumptions about people you don’t understand,” he snaps, voice low.
You pull your arm from his grasp, frightened, “S-Sorry.”
He sighs, leaning back and closing his eyes, a hand lifting to his head to rub it, “Whatever.”
“I really do want to help you,” you tell him softly, hoping he won’t snap again.
“Yeah?” Wooyoung asks, his brown eyes locking with yours again, this time a little bit of vulnerability behind his gaze.
“Yeah,” you breathe, nodding slightly. He nods in return, giving you the go ahead. Kneeling in front of him, you get to work.
After a few moments of silence, you risk a question. “What’s your name?”
“I shouldn’t tell you, considering my situation,” he responds, frowning. “But, since you’re not turning me in, I guess I owe you somewhat.”
“You kinda do,” you laugh slightly, disinfecting the bullet wound, which, luckily doesn’t have a bullet in it anymore. It must have gone all the way through.
“Wooyoung,” he tells you softly, to which you smile a little.
“I’m Y/N,” you respond.
“It’s a pretty name,” Wooyoung replies, offering you a small smirk, though it still looks a little pained.
“Are you flirting with me?” you quirk an eyebrow, slightly disbelieving.
“If I was?” Wooyoung responds, repeating the question from earlier, only now it has a different meaning and tone. You only laugh, surprised you’re even able to laugh with a criminal in your living room, though something about him seems different from regular criminals.
“What are you guys planning?” you ask, wondering if he’ll answer.
“Why do you want to know?” Wooyoung responds, suspicious. “You could just tell the authorities what we’re planning.”
“What if I want to join you?” you suddenly ask, surprising even yourself a little.
“Why would you want to do that? You said earlier that you disapprove of us.” Wooyoing scoffs.
“I don’t disapprove of your cause,” you respond.
“Either way,” he winces when you pull the bandage tight around him. “It’s not in my best interest to tell you.”
“Yeah, I understand,” you respond, taking a look at his busted lip. “I have some ointment for your lip, too, if you want some.”
“Sure,” he shrugs, running a hand through his hair again. You feel butterflies erupt in your stomach at the action, and you scold yourself again. You aren’t supposed to find a criminal attractive!
Wooyoung smirks, and you blush, realizing he must have caught you. Grabbing the ointment, you squeeze some onto your finger, moving to dab it on his lip. You ignore the slight shakiness of your hand as Wooyoung parts his lips a little as you finish.
“There you go,” you give him a shy smile.
“Thank you,” he responds before moving to stand.
“Where are you going?” you ask, confused.
“I’ve already stayed here too long,” Wooyoung shakes his head.
“If you leave, you might get caught,” you tell him, following him to the door
“I could get you caught for harboring a criminal, too,” Wooyoung responds, and you sigh, knowing he’s right.
“Well,” you hesitate as he leans against the wall beside the door. “Be careful, Wooyoung.”
“No promises,” he smiles a real smile for the first time that evening, and you feel the butterflies all over again. As he moves to open the door, you stop him once again, biting your lip.
“Will I see you again?” you question, nervous.
“Do you want to?” he asks, his chocolate brown eyes meeting yours.
After a brief moment of silence, you take in a shaky breath, nodding, “Yeah.”
“Then, maybe,” Wooyoung winks, twisting the doorknob. He stops for a moment, turning to look at you once more. “You know, I don’t think it was entirely a bad thing to run into you tonight.”
“Maybe not,” you smile a little. “Stay safe.” With another quick wink, Wooyoung slips out the door, escaping into the darkness of the night. Glancing at the sky, you notice the dark clouds rolling in.
You cross your arms, rubbing them, suddenly feeling the chill coming from outside.
Whatever happens with the rebellion, you find yourself hoping the black pirates will win, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get to see Wooyoung again.
With once last look in the direction he left, you turn back to your house, closing the door softly and locking it.
Noticing a small piece of paper on the table beside the couch, you walk over to it, curiously picking it up.
It was a small note, written a little messily. An address. With a quick glance at the door one last time, you weigh your options. What could it be? Do you want to follow it?
Maybe you’ve been silent for too long. What should you choose?
note : this is kind of emotional. I cried while writing this. lol sorry guys, I love yunho deeply it's insane :( basically everything I wrote here was from my feelings, and I want to hear his heartbeat so bad it's so comforting.
genre : fluff (extremely fluffy, emotional)
word count : 2.8k
pairing : bf! yunho x gf! reader
summary : On a rainy day, you and Yunho cancel your plans and stay wrapped up together in a blanket on the couch. The sound of his heartbeat becomes your safe haven—your favourite sound in the world. As you both share soft moments of affection, Yunho surprises you with a heartfelt proposal, telling you he had planned something more elaborate, but realized this quiet, rainy moment with you was perfect.
You say yes, overwhelmed with joy and emotion. That night, you fall asleep with your ear over his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling you to sleep. The next morning, sunlight streams through the window, and you wake up wrapped in his arms—engaged and completely at peace. He pulls you close, and the two of you share a soft, loving kiss—slow and full of quiet emotion—sealing the beginning of your forever.
Rain painted the sky in shades of silver, the clouds sagging low and full. It wasn’t the dramatic kind of storm that came with thunder and flashes of light—it was gentler, steadier. A quiet kind of rain that tapped against the windows like it was asking to be let in, as though even the weather wanted to join you in this stillness.
You and Yunho had cancelled your plans the moment the first drops started falling. Something about rainy days just made everything slow down. The city felt softer. Time felt like it stretched. And today, there was nowhere you’d rather be than in his arms.
You were both on the couch, wrapped in a giant grey knit blanket that covered you from shoulders to toes. A candle flickered quietly on the coffee table, sending hints of vanilla and warmth into the room. There was a movie playing, some old rom-com neither of you were really paying attention to, because Yunho’s heartbeat was far more captivating than anything on-screen.
You were curled into him, head tucked under his chin, your cheek pressed over his chest. His arms were lazily slung around you, holding you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever been given. Every few seconds, his thumb would stroke along your spine in a soft, thoughtless rhythm, like he needed to remind himself you were there.
But you weren’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever, if you had your way.
The sound of his heartbeat echoed steadily beneath your ear.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It was your favourite sound in the world.
You closed your eyes, letting yourself be completely surrounded by it—his warmth, his scent, the way his chest moved when he breathed. Everything about Yunho made you feel like you were wrapped in safety.
And that heartbeat… It was more than just comfort. It was a song only you got to hear like this. A reminder that he was alive, that he was real, that he was yours.
“Are you asleep?” Yunho’s voice was low, rumbling through his chest.
"No,” you whispered. “Just listening.”
“To what?”
“You.”
He chuckled softly. “I’m not saying anything.”
“You don’t have to,” you replied, your voice soft and honest. “Your heart’s talking.”
His hand stilled on your back, then curled tighter around you. You felt him exhale, and something about that one breath—how full of emotion it felt—made your own eyes sting.
“I love you,” he said suddenly, like he couldn’t keep it in anymore.
Your heart caught in your throat. Even after all the times he’d said it before, it still hit you like the first time. Maybe it always would.
You shifted a little so you could look up at him. His dark eyes met yours, soft and open and impossibly full of everything you’d ever wanted.
“I love you too,” you said, more than a reply—it was a promise.
He leaned down and kissed your forehead, his lips lingering like he was imprinting the moment into your skin.
The rain picked up a little, a steady rhythm like nature’s own lullaby.
“Remember our first rainy day together?” he murmured, smiling.
You laughed. “How could I forget? We got soaked trying to share one umbrella.”
He grinned. “You were grumpy for an hour.”
“You kept stepping in puddles on purpose!”
“It was funny!”
You mock-pouted, but you were laughing. “My socks were wet, Yunho. Wet.”
He tilted his head dramatically. “And yet… you still fell for me.”
“I did,” you said, quieter now. “I really did.”
You sat up just enough to cup his face in your hands. He leaned into your touch immediately. His skin was warm beneath your palms, his jaw rough with a little stubble. Your thumbs stroked along his cheeks, and his eyes closed.
“I fall for you more every day,” you whispered.
He opened his eyes again, something serious flickering there now. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
And somehow, you believed it.
Because it wasn’t just in his words—it was in the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. The way he always remembered the little things, like how you took your tea or how your shoulders tensed when you were stressed. It was in the way he reached for your hand without thinking, the way he always offered you the last bite of dessert, the way he said your name like it was something sacred.
You laid back down on his chest, and again, the sound of his heart welcomed you home.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“I think I could stay here forever,” you murmured.
“You can,” he said instantly. “You will. I’m not going anywhere.”
The emotion in his voice hit you right in the chest.
“You mean that?”
He moved so you were face to face, his hand cradling the side of your head. “I’ve never meant anything more. I want forever with you. Days like this. Nights wrapped in blankets. Rainy mornings. Boring errands. Stupid inside jokes. All of it. With you.”
A tear slid down your cheek before you even realized it was there.
He brushed it away gently. “Hey,” he said softly. “What’s that for?”
“I’m just… happy,” you said, voice trembling with it. “Like really, really happy.”
He pulled you into his arms again, tighter this time, and buried his face in your hair. “Me too.”
Time passed. You weren’t sure how long—maybe minutes, maybe hours. The movie ended. The candle burned lower. But the two of you didn’t move. The world could’ve stopped spinning, and you wouldn’t have noticed, not with the way Yunho was holding you.
At one point, he whispered, “Do you want to take a nap?”
You shook your head. “No. I just want this.”
“Okay,” he said softly. “Then let’s stay right here.”
Eventually, he shifted just enough to pull the blanket higher over your shoulders. You noticed his eyes had gone glassy too. You weren’t the only one feeling everything all at once.
“I never believed in soulmates,” he said after a while. “Until you.”
You blinked back more tears, your throat thick. “I used to think love like this only existed in stories.”
He looked at you, and you could see your entire future in his gaze. Not a perfect one, but one filled with love, with effort, with home. With him.
“Then I guess we’re the story,” he said. “And this… this is the best part.”
You smiled, full of everything. “No. The best part’s still coming.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” you said. “Because we’ve got a whole lifetime to go.”
He pulled you into him again, and for the rest of the afternoon, you stayed tangled up in each other, two hearts beating in time. The rain kept falling, but it couldn’t touch you. You were wrapped in something stronger. Something softer.
Love.
Real, quiet, overwhelming love.
And as you drifted off in his arms, the sound of his heartbeat singing you to sleep, you realized you’d found your favourite sound.
And it would always lead you home.
The rain had slowed into a drizzle, soft enough that the only sound now was the gentle tap-tap on the windows and the faint ticking of the clock. Yunho had been quiet for a few minutes. Not the uncomfortable kind—he just seemed… thoughtful.
You shifted slightly to look up at him. His eyes weren’t on the TV, or the window. They were on you.
“Yunho?” you asked, voice sleepy-soft.
He blinked out of his daze. “Hmm?”
“You okay?”
He smiled—but it was a nervous kind of smile. One that made your heart tilt sideways. You could feel something in the air shift, like the quiet before a life-changing moment. His hands gently found yours beneath the blanket, fingers intertwining, holding you like you were something fragile and precious.
“I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time,” he murmured.
You tilted your head. “What moment?”
He took a slow breath, then reached behind the couch cushion and pulled something small from underneath it.
A tiny velvet box.
Your heart stopped.
“I was going to do this some other way,” he said. “Out somewhere fancy. A dinner. Or a trip. Something big. But... then we canceled our plans, and we stayed in, and you laid your head on my chest and told me my heartbeat is your favorite sound in the world…”
He paused, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“…And I realized—this is it. This is exactly how I want to ask you.”
He opened the box.
Inside was a delicate, simple ring. A soft silver band with a small diamond, nothing flashy, but somehow perfect. It looked like you.
“Because this is us. You, me, and the rain. Your cheek on my chest. Our future curled up in a blanket.”
Tears blurred your vision before you could even respond.
“I love you,” he said, voice trembling with emotion. “I love you more than anything I’ve ever known. You make everything better. You are my home. So, will you let me spend the rest of my life loving you?”
His eyes searched yours, full of so much hope, so much certainty.
“Will you marry me?”
The world quieted. Even the rain paused, as if holding its breath.
You threw your arms around him, tears already slipping down your cheeks. “Yes,” you whispered into his neck. “Of course yes. A thousand times yes.”
He let out a shaky laugh, hugging you so tight you thought your ribs might crack from happiness. The ring slid onto your finger like it had always belonged there.
There were no fireworks. No crowd. Just you, him, and the sound of rain against the window.
But it was everything.
And you fell asleep that night still wrapped in his arms, your ring catching the soft candlelight, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. It was still your favorite sound.
The Next Morning
You woke up before him.
The rain had stopped, and the sun was shyly pushing through the clouds, painting golden streaks across the sheets. The entire apartment smelled like morning—linen, sunlight, and the faintest trace of him.
Yunho was still asleep beside you, half the blanket kicked off, one arm flung around your waist, holding you like instinct.
You watched him for a moment. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Soft. Safe. His lashes cast shadows over his cheeks. His lips parted slightly, breath slow and warm.
You looked down at your hand—the ring was still there. Real. Shining. The evidence of everything last night had meant.
A tear slipped out of your eye before you could stop it. You’d never known you could feel this full.
Yunho stirred.
“Mmh?” He blinked up at you, voice raspy. “Why’re you crying? Bad dream?”
You shook your head, smiling. “No. Just… too happy.”
He rolled toward you, eyes still half-lidded with sleep, and pulled you back into his chest. Your head found its home again, right over his heart.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
You closed your eyes. “Still my favorite sound.”
He kissed your forehead without opening his eyes. “You’re gonna hear it forever.”
You snuggled closer, wrapping your arms around him. The sunlight bathed the room in gold, and the world outside was quiet and clean.
And in that small, sleepy moment, wrapped in his warmth and the promise of everything ahead—you knew
You had everything you ever needed.
Love. Joy. Home.
And the heartbeat of the person who would never let you go.
You were still tucked against his chest when Yunho whispered, “Hey… look at me.”
His voice was quiet, like he didn’t want to break the softness of the morning. You tilted your head up, your cheek still warm from resting against him. His eyes met yours, and he smiled—a sleepy, slow smile that melted your whole body into the mattress.
“Hi,” you whispered.
He chuckled softly. “Hi.”
His thumb brushed your cheek, slow and gentle, like he was memorizing every inch of your face. “You know,” he said, “last night feels like a dream.”
“It wasn’t,” you murmured, lifting your hand to show him the ring again. “You really did it.”
“And you really said yes,” he whispered, like he still couldn’t believe it.
His forehead touched yours, breaths mingling, and everything stilled around you. Just warmth and comfort and a kind of happiness that settled deep in your chest.
Then Yunho leaned in and kissed you.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t intense. It was slow—so slow it made your eyes flutter shut, so full of emotion it felt like his heart was pouring into yours.
His lips moved with yours like he had all the time in the world. Like there was nowhere else he wanted to be than right here, wrapped in soft sheets, kissing the person he’d promised forever to.
One of his hands cupped your jaw, the other still holding your waist. He pulled back only slightly, just enough to press his nose to yours and whisper, “You feel like home.”
You smiled, lips brushing his. “So do you.”
He kissed you again, even softer this time—like a whisper, like a prayer, like love.
And in that moment, with morning light warming your skin and his kiss warming your soul, you knew
Would you guys be interested in reading a post-apocalyptic Yunho x reader story where Yunho is an ex-soldier and the reader is a survivor trying to find peace in the war-torn world?
Here’s an excerpt:
“I’m being serious,” Yunho sighs, looking down at you, his gaze softening slightly. “I’ve seen too many people head down the road you’re searching for. Haven or anything like it doesn’t exist.”
“You’re a killjoy,” you grumble, frowning.
“Guilty as charged, but I’m just trying to save you a worthless trip or a life of searching for something that doesn’t exist and never will,” Yunho tells you slowly.
“Or…” you trail off slowly, glancing up at him and then the inside of the shack again. “You could help?”
“Help what? Search for Haven?” Yunho shakes his head. “Not a chance. I’m not wasting my time doing something like that.”
“What have you got to lose? This rickety shack?” you gesture to the small room. “Wouldn’t you rather be a part of something bigger?”
“I tried that once,” Yunho scowls. “Didn’t exactly end well.”
“This time will be different. I promise.”
“How can you promise something like that?” Yunho asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
“It’s like you said,” you shrug, your eyes meeting his dark ones. “I have hope.”
eeee thank you angel!! i love silly little quizzes like this!! curious and liking to stay busy is VERY accurate and same with losing my train of thought
tagging @thevampywolf @hyunjiiza @yaniluvs @hyunverse @astraystayyh and anyone else who wants to join~~
Thank you for tagging me @yaniluvs @jeonginsleftcheek 💓
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Tagging: @lattes-and-kpop @hanji-coffee @bang-chan-my-man @bangchrisser @babystaaa @seungsmile @hoeforsungie @skzthelomlhehe @softchannie but everyone should give it a try hehe 😽😽
Just joined the ATEEZ community! I have a question, though. Is it okay if I post my ATEEZ fanfic and designs there? I make banners and collages from time to time, especially for the fanfics. I also (try) to write fanfics. I'm currently working on one now.
Just curious! If not, I completely understand. Thanks! 😀
Hey!! It’s totally okay if you want to post it!! Anything Ateez related is welcome. Tysm for asking and I’m looking forward to seeing everything you create 💖
