Proven Wrong

Proven Wrong

Group : ATEEZ

Pairing : Mingi x Reader

Genre : Highschool!AU. fluff

Word count : 10.2k

Warning : lovestruck Mingi boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I miss him so much ㅠㅠ

a/n : I honestly didn't meant for it to be so long I am sorry. But I just can't help it and I love Mingi so much wtfffffffffffffff I can't goodbye I'm gonna yeet myself

"There he goes again," Yunho said with a smirk on his face.

You look up from your lunch box with a raised eyebrow at him, "who goes what?" you asked after swallowing your food.

Yunho simply pointed behind you with his fork.

Slowly, you turn around only to meet eyes with the subject of Yunho's teasing for the past few months after he transferred in, Song Mingi.

The boy had a dreamy smile on his face, face resting on his palm as his elbows were rested on the lunch table beneath it, and he was looking straight at you. His fingers wiggled in a flirty waving motion at you and if it weren't for his obvious crush, you would've think that he's a little bit mental.

"Oh, come on, (Y/N), give the guy a chance! He's actually really nice!" Yunho said, poking your nose with the back of his fork, making you scrunch it absentmindedly.

Not wanting to respond much, you smiled politely at him before you snap your head back to Yunho who was giggling at the way Mingi is being so whipped for you and how you're kind of not that comfortable with the attention given from a guy such as Mingi because of his disposition as the popular guy, the trope you've had most and worst history with.

"No, see, here's the thing, Nono," you used the nickname you gave him when you're both still in elementary school, "He sees me only as a game, a challenge if you will, because unlike all the other girls in this school who swoon and threw themselves at him the second he stepped into this school, I didn't give him what he want so all he wanna do is bend me to his will and when I finally did, he's gonna throw me to the side"

At your words, Yunho took a peek at Mingi one more time, noticing how even when he's talking to his friends, Wooyoung and San, he was still sneaking glances at you.

He looked back at you, "Dunno' Kiwi," his nickname for you because sometimes you look sour but is actually sweet and soft on the inside, "he looks like a switch to me"

Your eyes widened at his words and you kick him in the shin, but he didn't feel pained whatsoever as he only laughed at you. "sorry, sorry, bad joke," he poked a sausage from his lunch box and fed it to you as an apology, "But I don't think he's like that... We have some classes together and he sits next to me," you nod at him as you chew slowly, "he's really nice, too nice even"

Not believing him, you scoffed. It's not that it's easy for you to judge people right off the bat, but with how Mingi conduct himself (and honestly, the amount of followers and admirers he has), it is just easier and safer to immediately categorize him to the blockheaded basketball jock trope. Not that all jocks are blockheads, your sweet sweet Yunho is also a basketball jock but he is FAR from a blockhead.

Knowing that the bell will ring soon, you and Yunho immediately pack up your finished lunch boxes and head out of the cafeteria. Your hand immediately finding solace in Yunho's big ones naturally, walking out swinging your hands together.

Unbeknownst to you, Mingi was looking at you both with a frown, pure jealousy that Yunho was able to do that and you were comfortable enough with him, not really knowing both of your histories.

When he first saw you, he was smitten by how you address yourself in the public eye and your kindness.

Regretfully to him, he didn't have any classes with you but the first day he came, he actually got into the wrong class and sat himself next to you, he realized this when the teacher didn't call his name during attendance. He was panicking because he realized that he wasn't where he was supposed to be and he couldn't just up and leave when the teacher is in the middle of talking.

"Hey, you okay?" you asked, tapping onto his desk with your fingers. He hesitated for a bit, not really wanting anyone to know how stupid he is. But he also wanna be in the right class.

So he leaned to you and whispered, "I-I think, I-I kinda think, that I'm in the wrong class" he said sheepishly. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, realizing that you kinda have never seen him in this class either, and that he looks unfamiliar, "What do you mean you're kinda in the wrong class? Either you are or you aren't" you giggled.

Damn that giggle sounds so pretty to him.

"S-see, I'm a transfer student, and I was supposed to go to Mrs. Kang's but I think I asked the admission office for Mr. Kang's instead" he explained, kind of rushing as he is still in a panicked state.

You honestly feel pity for the new kid, not at all thinking how stupid it could be for someone to get his classes mixed up. It happens, he's still just a human being.

Without saying anything else to him, you suddenly stood up and go to the front of the class and talked to the teacher. At first, he thought that you were gonna air his stupidity in front of the class, but not once did you spoke too loud or even glance at his position. It wasn't until the teacher nodded to you that you went towards him, "come on, I'll take you to your class" you smiled.

He honestly didn't know what to do first, hug and kiss you, thank you, or run out of the class out of embarrassment over his stupidity. So he opted to silently grab his bag and follow you out.

In the empty hallway, you manage to give him a small tour, asking for his timetable and pointing at the classes or the direction to the class. It was only a short walk because after only pointing where his 5th period is, you stopped in front of a door and knocked twice, making him halt his steps.

You opened the door and smiled at Mrs. Kang, "Hi Mrs. Kang, sorry to barge in on you but the new student's here, he was waiting in the admission's office, not knowing where to go" you looked back at him and winked, making Mingi nervous for some reason.

Mrs. Kang smiled widely and nodded, "Oh, yes! I was wondering where you could be..." she peeked at the attendance paper on her desk briefly, "Mr. Song Mingi?"

Mingi stepped into the classroom and immediately the girls started whispering and blatantly gawk at him. You rolled your eyes at them and immediately spoke up again, "seems like my work here's done, sorry to barge in again Mrs. Kang" "thank you for escorting Mr. Song here, Ms. (Y/L/N)"

Before Mingi could even take a last look at you, you had already closed the door and walk back to your class, leaving him slightly dejected.

After he was ushered to a seat next to a boy with half black-half blonde hair, he took his books out.

"Hey," the boy called, "it was lucky of you to get escorted here by (Y/N), she's hecking nice, I'm Wooyoung by the way" he said brightly. Mingi grinned hearing your name, "hi Wooyoung, I'm Mingi! (Y/N) you said?"

Then for the rest of the lesson, he ended up sneakily ask for intel on you from Wooyoung.

Mingi couldn't help but keep his eyes on you even as your figure disappeared, giggles following and he just know that your hand and Yunho's are still intertwined.

Seeing their friend in such state, Wooyoung and San snickered. The latter, who was seated next to him began poking his arm, breaking Mingi from his trance.

"What?" he asked the two boys.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, "could you BE any more obvious?" "poor girl had two holes at the back of her head from your excessive intense staring" San added. Mingi furrowed his eyebrows at the two, "are you both really my friends? aren't you supposed to be hyping me up to talk to her or something?"

The two only look at each other briefly and shrugged before going back to eating, Wooyoung delved into his bought lunch and San on his smoothie.

"I don't get it, weren't she nice to you when you first got here?" San asked Mingi. Wooyoung beat Mingi and answered for him instead, "correction, she's always nice to everyone even jumbo dumbo here," he jabbed his fork to Mingi's direction, sending some rice flying, "HE just don't know how to talk to her like a normal human being, he thinks she walks on water, so of course he made himself look stupid in front of her"

Before Mingi could utter his defense, San had spoken up again, "ohh... is this about the bottle cap incident?" "IT WAS SO NOT ABOUT THE BOTTLE CAP INCI-" "probably, who knows? She went from nice to tolerating within .05 seconds, pretty sure his dumbassery has something to do with it"

At this point, the two were talking as if Mingi's not even there. So Mingi kicked both of their legs with his long ones, making them groan and glare at him, "I'm right here, I can hear everything you two said" he huffed.

Both Wooyoung and San only rolled their eyes before Wooyoung spoke up again, "seriously Gi, if you want a girl as sweet as (Y/N) to even remotely look at you, you gotta know how to slither your way in" "okay, but how? I tried everything I could think of to approach her and she still keep a significant distance between us, metaphorically and literally!" he whined.

San nudged Wooyoung with his foot when he thought of something, "could this be because of the Hongjoong hyung thing?" Wooyoung thought for a second before answering back, "I thought it was because of the Seonghwa hyung thing?" San rolled his eyes at his friend, "yeah but you can't have the Seonghwa hyung thing without the Hongjoong hyung thing hence, the Seonghwa hyung thing was implied with the Hongjoong hyung thing"

Again, when both forgot to include Mingi in the conversation, Mingi kicked them both, "okay, you gotta stop that lover boy, or else I won't help you at all" Wooyoung threatened, "help me with what? You both haven't helped me with anything!" feeling slightly unappreciated, San pouted "fine, just for that we won't tell you about the Hongjoong hyung thing" "or the Seonghwa hyung thing" "IT WAS IMPLIED!"

The rest of the day went by smoothly for you both.

That was until you got out of your last class of the day which is math with a big, red 45% written at the front of your last test result. It was horrendous.

You weren't the smartest student but you weren't the dumbest either. You procrastinate, yes, but who doesn't ? And you have Yunho to help motivate you.

But this particular mark seems so unfair considering that you tried but you just can't fully comprehend the formulas and your math teacher is one cocky ass, telling you that it's your fault that you couldn't understand but at the same time he is not willing to help you understand.

So with your teacher's character predicament and inability to teach students, your class was offered a remedial (which make sense considering more than half of the class failed). That should make you feel relieved because now this one grade won't affect your previous. But considering how you understand jack shit, you just wanna get things over with quickly.

With that, you walked towards the indoor basketball court, as per your Friday routine, to wait and watch Yunho during his practice. When you got there, Yunho had just changed to his basketball attire.

He noticed you and your frown so he jogged up to where you usually sit and crouch down in front of you, "why the long face?" he asked with a gentle smile as he rest his hands on your knees.

You didn't bother answering and just lift up the paper.

Yunho sighed, knowing how much you studied for that particular test, studying during your bi-weekly sleepovers and almost didn't sleep the day before the test in favour of studying.

"bad bad Mr. Kim?" "It's like he's trying to make everyone hate him with his shitty teaching job, bad hairdo, and wretched stench" you complained, making Yunho laugh slightly, "so what are you gonna do about it?" "what else other than to study for the upcoming stupid ass remedial?"

The coach passed by as you said that, raising an eyebrow at you making you cringe and smiled sheepishly at him, "sorry coach Park"

Due to that, Yunho snorted which earned him a smack on the arm as you pouted at him. "Aww, I'm sorry Kiwi, both for being stared at like that by coach Park and for your remedial"

He was about to say something when his teammate called him, telling him that it's time for practice.

Sighing, Yunho stood up and pat your head lightly, "we'll talk about this later, okay Kiwi?" you just shrug your shoulders and nod your head at him, not knowing what else to say and feeling very dejected.

When Yunho ran back to the team and you began taking out your pencil case and book to start reviewing your mistakes in the test, a pair of eyes trailed to you and watch as your frown deepened. Surprise, surprise, it's Mingi.

You were usually very upbeat and would cheer Yunho on during the practice. But within the first 30 minutes of practice, all you did was just scribble, scratch your head, look back and forth between your paper and your book, and mutter to yourself.

So when dribbling practice began, he decided to approach Yunho to ask about you.

"Hey man," he called, Yunho smiled at him and replied back, "hey!"

Mingi nodded his head to your direction, "what's up with (Y/N)? She looked stressed"

Being reminded of your predicament made Yunho scrunch his face, "yeah... She's has some problem with math... Her whole class is taught by this teacher who, I'm trying to say this as nice as I can, but can't teach for shit even if it's to safe his own life"

Mingi laughed at that, which made Yunho chuckled as well, "anyway, she failed the last test and she has to do the remedial next week but she can't quite understand what it is she needs to understand"

It was as if there was a huge sign waving in the air with the words 'THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, YOUR TIME TO SHINE' written on it.

"H-hey, not to sound braggy, but I'm actually pretty good with math," Mingi started, piquing Yunho's interest, "if she wants, I can totally teach her, tutor her for her remedial test" he shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant about it when in reality, his stomach was churning with anticipation.

Immediately, Yunho's eyes brightened and he nodded enthusiastically, "that's a great idea! I mean, yeah with how much you helped me in math, I didn't know why I didn't think of you in the first place" he scoffed at himself, making Mingi chuckle and visibly calmer around the tall boy.

"But are you okay about it though?" Mingi asked. Yunho raised an eyebrow at him, "okay about what?" "another guy tutoring your girlfriend? I know you're a really nice guy and you don't seem like the overprotective kind, but some people are just not that comfortable with another guy teaching their girlfriend one-on-one. Unless you'd be there to join?" he rambled.

Yunho smirked, eyes diverting slightly towards the gym's door where he saw a bunch of girls watching their practice, knowing for sure that at least more than a half of them came just to see Mingi.

His gaze diverted back to Mingi, "what? Because you're such a popular heartthrob?" he joked, tone sneering a little, making Mingi's eyes bulge out, "n-no! God no! I didn't mean it like that nor did I meant to sound cocky! It's just that I don't wanna make things weird between us because I honestly like you dude, a-a-and-"

Before he could continue, Yunho had laughed loudly at his face to the point that the ball that was previously in his hand rolled to the side, "oh God, I was just pulling your leg, man don't worry about it"

At the same time, the coach blew his whistle, indicating a break before they continue with some other drills.

While everyone's taking a break, Yunho nudged Mingi with his elbow and nodded his head to where you're seated, "come on, I'll tell her that you're willing to teach her math"

Mingi just nod and follow Yunho. So when Yunho stopped in his tracks, he did too. He turned his body slightly and put a hand on Mingi's shoulder, "and fyi," he smirked, "she's not my girlfriend" he said before continue walking.

It's not that Mingi is overly obsessed with the thought of you and Yunho possibly dating, but he wanted to make sure that you're a free agent before he even attempt to make his move (not that he hasn't but in a more official way so that he's 100% sure he's not stepping on anyone's toes). So when he heard the confirming information from Yunho, he wanted nothing more than to run around the court in happiness and just scream. And not just scream but SCREAM.

But he played it cool, nodding at Yunho and continue their walk towards you, whom within those 45 minutes had started to look like you're on the verge of a full-blown meltdown.

When you heard footsteps approaching, you just instantly knew that it was Yunho (since honestly no one else had bothered to approach you during practice), so you didn't even need to lift your head to confirm.

"Nono, I swear my head's gonna explode, I-I-I-I just can't- I don't think I'm able to-" then you look up only to see Mingi's smiling face behind Yunho, "oh, hi Mingi" you smiled politely at him, demeanor changed, and meltdown paused, "hey (Y/N)" Mingi chuckled.

"Kiwi, great news!" Yunho excitedly jumped, holding both of your hands in his with a huge grin on his face.

'Nono? Kiwi? Hand holdings? Are they 100% sure that they're not dating?' Mingi thought to himself.

"Mingi here wanted to help tutor you for your math remedial!" he said excitedly.

You widened your eyes and snap your head to Mingi, "what? Really?" Mingi blushed slightly at your gaze but nodded nevertheless, "yeah, Yunho said you might need the help and I'm kinda good at math so why not?" he smiled at you. His smile honestly looked cute to you.

A frown appeared on your face though, not something that Mingi would expect, "thank you Mingi, but I couldn't... I'm just gonna take your time and it's embarrassing enough that I got a 45%, I don't need to show anyone else how dumb I am at this" you said.

Mingi frowned at your words, "hey, you're not dumb, you just don't know what to do yet and that's completely okay, you're trying so hard and needing help is not a sign of weakness"

What he said was 100% true, and you do tend to over-complicate things for your own good just for the sake of pride.

You mull over his words for a bit, biting your bottom lip nervously as you calculate the pros and cons. Obviously the pros won over the cons because one of the pros is that you'd more likely to pass the remedial test with the help of someone smart, another pro is that he is Yunho-approved. But the con is that it's Song Mingi, the guy who has been blatantly trying to awkward-flirt you, which is weird considering his disposition as this popular jock whom everyone just liked so you had assumed that it was a façade and that he has... other intentions with you.

But then the promise of good grades drew you in. So you sighed in defeat and look at Mingi, "you sure it won't bother you? your schedule?" he immediately shook his head, "not at all, I promise"

Looking at Yunho, who was nodding his head, you groaned, "okay, but only because I'm desperate to get a good grade"

And that is how you ended up sitting next to Mingi at a café you frequented with Yunho on Monday, making the barista who knew you raised an eyebrow at you when you entered with Mingi.

"No, you're supposed to do this part first," Mingi said, leaning closer to you and absentmindedly draping an arm on the back of your chair as his other arm rest on the table, his body was so close to you but neither of you realized it.

"Wait, why?" you asked, eyebrows furrowing, "well, because the formula indicate so" he shrugged, leaning back slightly to look at you. You turn towards him and cross your arms, "yeah, I know that but why?"

Mingi pursed his lips for a second before nodding and leaned back to your book to point at what you were working, "okay, see here?" you nodded, "do you remember the basic rule of multiplication?" his question made you roll your eyes at him, "well duh" "okay, so it's basically the same thing, but the difference is that even though you can technically work on the other part first, it would be way easier for you to work on this part first"

Your eyes widened in realization, you began slightly jumping in your seat out of excitement, "oh! oh! oh! I think I get it!" your hand immediately went to work.

Seeing you so excited made Mingi smiled warmly at you. You looked so adorable being excited over something as miniscule as studying.

All of a sudden, you looked up at him, "is this correct?" you asked, biting your bottom lip slightly as you waited for him to check your work.

Mingi looked over it for a second before nodding, "yup, that's 100% correct" he grinned as he looked up to meet your gaze.

It was that moment you both realized how close you both had gotten. You could see how pretty his eyes are, the colors entranced you as you focused on the freckles on his iris.

Him on the other hand wanted nothing more than to cup your face or play with your hair. He couldn't comprehend how a human being could look so beautiful so much so that he feels like it was very much unfair especially for his well-being.

Neither of you realized that you both were slowly inching together, leaning forward...

and further forward...

So close...

You both were centimeters away from having your noses touch...

But the damn coffee grinder's whirs snap you both and instinctively you grab your now empty glass and excused yourself to get more coffee.

The both of your faces are beet red and hearts were beating so fast it threatened to drop out of your chests.

As you approached the counter, you could see, as you claimed, your most favorite barista smirking at you, "how was your date, miss? I should warn you that this is a fairly public place and family-friendly face"

Your eyes widened, "you turned on that damn coffee grinder on purpose, didn't you, Yeosang?" he raised both of his arms mockingly, "guilty"

You groaned at him, "what? Disappointed that you weren't able to kiss pretty boy over there? Didn't peg you as the type of person who'd dump Yunho for a shinier piece" he asked as he grab the glass from your hand and began making your favorite coffee, "what? No! I was just shocked at the sound! And please don't refer Mingi as a 'shinier piece' that's so objectifying"

"Aha! So he HAS a name!" he pointed at you accusingly, in which you only stare at him with an incredulous expression, "a. of course, and b. never said he doesn't" Yeosang thought over your words and nodded in agreement.

"You didn't deny leaving Yunho for him though," he sneered, "for the hundreth time, Yunho and I aren't together and Mingi is just my temporary math tutor until I can pass this stupid ass remedial test" you huffed.

Yeosang nodded knowingly, turning serious for a second, "okay, I believe you... Just remember, if he tries anything funny on you," you nodded and cut him off, "come to you, I get it" Yeosand raised an eyebrow at that, "no, I was gonna say tell Jongho, he's at the back and he'll crack pretty boy's head in a heartbeat"

His words made you laugh wholeheartedly.

Whilst your interaction with Yeosang was going on, Mingi was dealing with a confrontation of his own.

The second you walked away from the table, Mingi received a smack to the back of his head. He was about to throw down at whichever stranger who decided to do that to him. So it was a shocker (not really, everyone could see this coming from a thousand miles away) when he saw none other than his two friends standing behind him. Obviously the culprit to his smacking was Wooyoung.

"What the fuck was that!?" Wooyoung whisper-yelled at Mingi.

"What the fuck WAS that!? You smack the back of my head out of the blue! The heck did I do to you!?" he whisper-yelled back.

Wooyoung sighed and pinch the bridge of his nose dramatically, "you were supposed to KISS her! Not just oggle at her like a dumb puppy!" "Whoah whoah whoah, okay, first of all, puppies are not dumb, and you're going to hell for that," Mingi pointed out, making Wooyoung roll his eyes, "and second, if I did, she would've slapped me and I would've ruined my whole chance with her!" "assuming you had a chance at all" San muttered as he kept a lookout in case you realized that both him and Wooyoung were spying on you both.

Mingi jab his elbow at San's stomach, making the latter groan, "seriously though, just relax, I know what I'm doing" Mingi said.

His two friends looked at each other before sighing and nodding, "okay, okay, fine... We won't meddle but that doesn't mean we're gonna leave, they have great cookies here," San huffed before dragging Wooyoung back to their table.

Mingi shook his head at his two friends but smiled nevertheless. He felt lucky to have them as his first friends in school, he couldn't have asked for better ones to be honest.

Soon enough you returned to the table, no longer blushing and a glass of iced latte in one hand while the other holds a plate of blueberry muffin.

You put the muffin in front of Mingi before returning to try to work on the next equation.

At first Mingi only dumbly stared at the muffin in front of him, but your voice cut his thoughts off, "hey Mingi, I just wanna make sure, does this go to the top or-" "what's this?"

You look up at him and furrowed your eyebrows, "blueberry muffin? I thought it was obvious?" you giggled, "I always have that here, Yeosang swore by it once and I never looked back" "no, yeah, I get that this is a blueberry muffin, but why did you put it in front of me?"

You purse your lips and shrugged, "a sign of gratitude, a thank you for tutoring me" Mingi raised an eyebrow at you, but he couldn't help the big smile that grew on his face, "you don't have to do that," he pushed the plate towards you, "I volunteered to tutor you so you shouldn't even have to thank me," you rolled your eyes and push the plate back at him, "but I insist because even though you volunteered, I'm still taking your time"

"No you're not" he pushed the plate back.

"Yes I am" you pushed it back.

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"N-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST SPLIT THE FUCKING MUFFIN RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE AND FEED EACH OTHER BEFORE I-"

Both you and Mingi snap your heads towards the direction of the voice only to see Wooyoung being smacked in the face by San before getting dragged out of the café.

Seeing that made you laughed loudly and Mingi smacking his forehead in embarassment.

"Okay, but Wooyoung has a point there," you nodded before grabbing the plate and splitting the muffin in half with a fork, "you get halfsies, I get halfsies, we go splitsies" you mumbled to yourself as you make sure you're cutting evenly.

Mingi was damn near exploding at how adorable you are. If he had low self-control he would've hugged you and coo at you and feed you the muffin himself but he knows he can't so he just did his best to suppress the biggest smile on his face.

It was surprising that you found studying with Mingi is actually a lot of fun and a lot of help because that boy can teach you the unteachable (math by Mr. Kim) in one sitting and that is beyond AMAZING.

So you both met up everyday for an hour and a half after school in the same café, in the exact same spot as the first time you both were there. You both altered between ordering for each other, depending on who came in first. But no matter what, you both had always shared the food. Even though you ordered a peach danish for Mingi and a chocolate brownie for yourself, he split his danish in half and put it on your plate. You of course did the same, simply out of politeness at first but the following days you did it instinctively.

It is safe to say that you both had gotten closer over the past 4 days, even having an inside joke (it's literally a joke about ( = 0 ) because you said it looked like a person being surprised and you both laughed about it like kindergarteners for a solid 10 minutes, unable to focus on anything else) to the point that whenever you pass him on the hallway or met eyes with him in the cafeteria, you both simply point at each other and make the face before giggling.

This didn't went unnoticed by Wooyoung, San, and Yunho. While you and Mingi were joking with each other from different tables, the three met eyes and gave each other knowing nods and looks.

So on the day of your test, you decided that you need to cram as much information as you can and getting as much practice as you can.

"(Y/N)- (Y/N), sweetie," Yunho called from across you, when you look up you saw him holding a spoon filled with food in front of your face, "you still need to eat"

You groaned, "Nono, I need to study!" "and you have been doing that for the past four days, you've done so well so we can't have your brain going blank from the lack of food, right?" he pouted, pushing the spoon even closer to your face.

You rolled your eyes but gave in, opening your mouth so he can feed you as you focus on the equation you're trying to work on.

"Shit, I forgot what to do after this," you panicked. Yunho peered at your work and frowned, "wish I could help you Kiwi, but I don't think I'd be much help" he said.

You look towards the table Mingi usually sat on with Wooyoung and San only to find it empty. Which is weird and disheartening, you had hoped you'd be able to ask Mingi for a last minute tutoring.

Out of nowhere, someone plop onto the spot next to you.

"Input the sum of the first part to get the x" Mingi said as he sat down and putting his tray of lunch on the table, catching your attention.

Following behind him are Wooyoung and San with what could only be a tray of chicken nugget mountain in the latter's hands.

Deciding to ignore his... minions (for the lack of better term), you scoot closer to Mingi on the bench, dragging your worksheet to him and began pointing things out, "wait, so then by diminishing the complete value of x, I'd be able to get the y?" you asked, looking up at him.

He smiled brightly at you, "yup, you got it!"

Whilst the two of you were preoccupied with math, Yunho sneakily slid your lunchbox towards you, making sure that the spoon poked you.

Absentmindedly, you began eating whilst listening to Mingi pointing out some of the flaws from your previous works and even offering a quicker alternative.

You abandoned your lunch when you began working on a new equation which was noticed by Mingi.

Safe to say the trio (WooSanHo) almost fell off their bench when all of a sudden Mingi began feeding you, even sharing some of his food which you replied with "try some of mine too, I tried a new recipe this morning". Of course he did what you told.

"T-they realized what they're doing, right?" San, who was seated in the middle, whispered after pulling both Yunho and Wooyoung close to him, acting like as if you and Mingi are two skittish, scared kitten that needed to be approached carefully.

"I'm not sure, but I can't take my eyes off, it's like finally seeing an alien" Wooyoung answered as he pop a piece of nugget in his mouth.

"Do you think they'd realize if we leave?" Yunho asked, right at that moment San lift his phone up to take a video of what is happening in front of them. "No, don't think so, pretty sure that the school could blow up and they'd still be wrapped up in their little lunch/study date, sharing their lunch which, hello? Mingi get to try but we aren't? I call discrimination" Wooyoung scoffed.

San poked at his best friend's cheek with a teasing smile, "I sense someone's a bit jelly".

Wooyoung frowned at his friend, "a bit ? A bit ??? Try a lot and not because of their disgusting couple behaviour but because everyone knows (Y/N) packs the best lunch and last time I tried it I had to had my face smashed by a basketball for her to take pity on me back in middle school" he grumbled.

Soon the three boys fall into their own conversation, leaving you and Mingi wrapped up in your own worlds (leaving the group of his fangirls seething a few tables behind but unable to do anything).

You and Mingi didn't even realize that the boys had really left you two alone.

"Nono, you'll walk me to class ri-" you looked up as the bell rang only to find the bench across you and Mingi to be vacant. You look left and right but couldn't find Yunho, Wooyoung, nor San anywhere near. Their tray of nugget mountain had also disappeared indicating that they've vacated the place.

"Those two asshats and Yunho really left us" Mingi muttered as he cleaned up his now empty tray. You also cleaned up your utensils and lunch box before standing up, trying to grab your book, worksheet, and pencil case.

Mingi, who had returned his tray and came back, took all your belongings easily in one hand, "come on, I'll walk you to class," he said, smiling softly at you.

His gesture was very sweet, it made your heart skipped a beat for a second.

But you shook your thought away, smiling back at him and standing up to walk to your class.

"What class do you have after this ?" Mingi asked, "Mrs. Kang for 2 periods and then Mr. Kim, you ?" "P.E. with coach Park so I can be as late as I wanna be" he joked, making you roll your eyes but chuckle nevertheless, "but it seems that we went 180° today" he added.

You raised an eyebrow at him, "what do you mean ?" "On my first day here you helped me by walking me to Mrs. Kang and covering up my stupidity, now I'm the one who helped you and is walking you to Mrs. Kang's" he grinned.

Your mouth gaped in realization and you smack your forehead, "oh my God, you're right! Funny how things turned out" he nodded at that, "more like amazing, if it weren't for human being's capability of being logical, I think I'd have 20 existential crisis every day for the rest of my life" "you know, you have great proficiency in being hyperbolic, ever think of being a poet ?" "Probably, we'll see as we go"

Soon you both reached your classroom on the 2nd floor. You would've get in right away but you felt hesitant.

Feeling and seeing your hesitance, Mingi grabbed one of your hand with his free one since his other hand was occupied with your stuff, he pulled you to the side so that you both aren't blocking the door, "hey, what's wrong?" Mingi asked, crouching down to be eye-level with you, "what if I forgot the things you taught me? What if I freeze mid-equation? What if I-"

Mingi cut you off by linking your hands together, fingers intertwining as his thumb rub on the back of your hand , "don't worry, you won't," he smiled softly at you, "you've been studying so hard, there's no way you'd forget. And besides," his smile turned into a teasing grin as he swing your hand, "I'm an amazing math tutor and I'm not allowing you to tarnish my reputation,"

His words made you roll your eyes at him but it honestly made you felt better and more confident.

"Okay, fine mr. Amazing tutor," you smirked. You unlink both of your hands, which oddly made you feel slightly disappointed and Mingi almost immediately want to pull you back but he held himself from doing so. As you see Mrs. Kang approaching, you grab your things from his other hand, "thank you for the pep talk though, it helps"

Before Mingi can answer you, you had teasingly turned your back and disappeared into the classroom.

True to what Mingi said, you didn't need to worry at all. Because when the question sheet was given to you, everything suddenly make sense and you were able to ace through at least 90% of the whole thing.

You even managed to finish the whole thing 15 minutes earlier than anyone else, making Mr. Kim very suspicious at you. He even asked who you cheated from and where you put your cheat sheet.

It would've been embarrassing to be asked such if you were anyone else, but you took it as a compliment, a sign of a job well done and effort paid.

Mr. Kim, still not believing that you'd done well, even scored your test on the spot as other students struggle to complete their tests.

So when the bell rang, you dashed out of of the classroom, holding your test that was marked 91.7% (you're sure the .7 was just Mr. Kim's way to spite you, unwilling to give you a 92%) proudly in your hand as you made your way to the indoor basketball court.

When you got to there, you scan your surroundings to see whether or not Mingi was there.

He soon emerged out of the locker room with Yunho on his side, talking and laughing amongst themselves, not realizing nor hearing that they were actually talking about you and how Yunho felt like you both could be a good thing for each other, making Mingi blush.

You let out a high-pitched squeal, drawing attention from some people before you ran full speed towards the two.

Thinking that it was for him, Yunho grinned widely and opened up his arms only for you to crash yourself to Mingi. It was only by the glory of God that he managed to held you and not fall backwards.

When your bodies collide, you could hear gasps coming from the entrance doorway, most likely from his fangirls but you couldn't care less.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" you squealed, tightening your grip on him as hard as you can.

Mingi chuckled and hugged you back, "I take it the remedial went well?" pulling back slightly, you held up your test for him to see instead of answering him. Now his grin widened to match yours, it was his turn to squeeze you tightly, eliciting another dramatic gasp from the same group of people, "congrats! Congrats! Congrats! Congrats!" he squealed.

"We're so celebrating this!" He said while pulling back, "after practice we'll go to our usual cafe and I'm treating you to that special brownies you said Yeosang had on the secret menu" you all but frown at him, "no, I'M gonna treat YOU for tutoring me, if it wasn't fo-" "no no no no no, you already played the 'thank-you-for-tutoring-me' card with that blueberry muffin-" "which we split" "same thing! bottom line is you already thanked me and I'm not taking any more of your thank yous" "b-but I-"

Suddenly, Yunho clapped his hands once behind you, successfully diverting both of your attentions to him who has a deep frown. "Um, hello?" he raised his arms in frustration, "hi?" Mingi answered, not sure what Yunho really meant.

Yunho scoffed at him and cross his arms, "I was the one who got you knuckleheads to tutor and get tutored, where's MY thank you gift?" he then turned to you, "and you," you gulped at that, "you went past me, ignoring my hug, and now making plans in front of me without asking me!?"

All you could do is smile awkwardly at him, "oops?"

He turned around and began muttering to himself, panicking you a bit as you followed behind him, trying to say sorry and even cling to him like a koala so that he'd eventually melt and forgive you.

Promising that you'd get all the snacks during your bi-weekly sleepovers tomorrow, Yunho gave in and smush you into a very big hug, telling you that he enjoyed getting the attention from you for once considering you spent the whole practice doting on him, buttering him up with your sly yet sweet ways.

The practice ends on the dot, no one, not even coach Park want to spend more time there when they could be spending the start of their weekend at home or out with their friends or loved ones.

As the boys went to take a short shower, you waited on your usual spot, busying yourself with your phone because Wooyoung, who was in your history class, begged for homework answer.

Suddenly someone blocked the light from in front of you.

You had half a mind to smack whoever it was, thinking the most obvious and cliche like being ganged up on by Mingi's fangirls and getting threatened for being close to him all of a sudden.

But when you look up you were met with Mingi's smiling face, clothes changed to a hoodie and his school pants. "Eunseok freaking used my spare pants as a ball and made me monkey in the middle between him and Jisol" he said sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed.

"You? Monkey in the middle?" you teased, grabbing your bag as you stood up, "shouldn't you be the one initiating monkey in the middle with some poor freshman?" he raised an eyebrow at you as you both began walking out, "really? Is that how you see me?" "not really, but kind of? Like don't get me wrong, I don't judge people right off the bat because let's face it, you were kind of a timid nerd when we first met despite being tall as heck," he rolled his eyes at that, "but you just really fit into the stereotypical trope of a hot, popular jock and it just seem like-"

"Wait," he cut you off, "you think I'm hot?" now he has a smirk stretched on his face widely.

"Well duhh, anyone with two pairs of eyes would agree that you are in fact hot" you nudge his arm with yours, grinning when you see a blush bloom on his face, "you're not easily embarrassed, are you?" he asked rethorically.

The walk to the cafe was short but it seemed longer since you both managed to walk really slowly, too immersed in your conversation about practically anything that came up.

When you both finally got there, Mingi was about to head to the counter and order but you stopped him and pushed him away, running to the counter first and immediately saying your usual drink orders, adding peach cobbler and espresso brownies. As you reach into your bag to grab your wallet, Mingi had already sneaked forward and give the cashier his debit card.

Looking up at him, you furrowed your eyebrows, "that wasn't supposed to happen" you pouted at him while crossing your arms. Mingi chuckled and pat your head lightly, "there, there, there's always next time" he said before walking off to your usual table, mentally punching himself for insinuating that you both would be meeting again even after this, because he honestly don't know whether or not there will be.

You run up a couple steps to catch up with him and took a seat next to him, "you think we'll keep doing this even when I no longer need tutoring?" you honestly felt kind of hopeful at his words, for some reason some part of you had grown comfortable with him and gotten so used to having him 'hang out' with you at the cafe on a daily basis. Maybe you're a little unwilling to let things go back to before he offered to lend a hand for you in math.

Mingi shrugged as he put his bag on the floor and sat down, "I don't see why not? Unless you're suddenly repulsed by me, wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything". You smirked at that, "you actually did when you tried flirting with me every single chance you got before we got this close, you've actually managed to act like a normal human being with me these past week," you poked.

Hearing that from you immediately brought a blush to Mingi's face, "y-you meant to say that y-y-you realized that I was f-flirting with you?" he was a stuttering mess, clearly not expecting you to said what you had just said. "Obviously! I'm not dense, Mingi, I thought you would've known that by now," the smirk didn't melt from your face, "at first it was like just a feeling, something that I had to confirm with Yunho because let's face it, you're kinda nice to literally everyone, and it became even more obvious when you flicked that bottle cap and it hit my eye"

"Hey, that bottlecap thing was 100% an accident! I would never deliberately try to hurt you in any way!" he whined, making you laugh at him, "I know you didn't mean to Mingi-ya, I never accused you of doing it on purpose" you said as you stood up, hearing the cashier called Mingi's name to take your orders that was put on a tray by the pick up point, rushing quick enough so that Mingi wouldn't be able to get up and get there before you.

The both of you spent hours talking about literally anything you both could think of. The conversation was surprisingly flowing very well, Mingi thought that without any academic reason behind your hang outs, he'd be a blubbering mess, trying to impress you while simultaneously make a fool out of himself without having to try much. You were also surprised, with how you treat him before, you actually felt bad for judging him without knowing him first. Sure you were right about your presumption that on one side he's totally the poster boy of a jock, but personality-wise he's just a shy nerd which is hecking adorable to say the least.

"Really? That's what you thought about me?" he laughed, not believing what he had just heard, "I'm serious, I thought you were just an airhead! Like you know, that one jock who got in because of a sport scholarship and only having straight Cs to at least pass so that he could still be in the team? How was I supposed to know that despite your lack of tidy uniform and attention-grabbing tendencies, you're actually a really good student?" you defended.

"See, (Y/N), that's why people shouldn't judge each other based on their looks, and here I thought that you're really the nice girl that everyone like just because, Wooyoung said so himself, could it possibly be that he's wrong?" he's having fun poking fun at you at this point, "hey, that's not fair, mr.'I-might-be-in-the-wrong-class-on-my-first-day'!" you retorted back, sticking your tongue out at him.

"and besides," you continued while poking into the last piece of Mingi's peach cobbler that he had put on your plate, "who the heck listens to Wooyoung? That boy's wrong 78% of the time, if you listen to him, you're just setting yourself up for trouble," "really? And how would you know?" "Because I've known him since elementary school, you know he used to bully me and Yunho, right?"

At your revelation, his eyes widened. Never would he have guessed that Jung Wooyoung would ever bully people, "really? Wooyoung? The kid who's nice to everyone?" that made you rolled your eyes, "he wasn't always nice, he used to be this little asshole, Yunho was first transferred when we were in the 3rd grade and he looked like this scrawny little nerd with a constant blush to his face and shy demeanor," the thought of young Yunho made you smile to yourself, "Wooyoung see him as a prey though and began teasing him. We were all in the same class so one day during arts and crafts, Wooyoung took Yunho's drawings and fold it into a plane, which made Yunho cried because obviously, long story short, I tripped Wooyoung when he was running with the paper plane, took it, and return it to Yunho," by the end, you had a proud smile on your face.

Seeing how proud you look, Mingi chuckled, "Yunho must've been really glad that you're there for him," "oh yeah, totally, stuck by me ever since" Mingi nodded slowly at that, "at first I thought you and Yunho were dating because of how close you two are,"

You almost choked on your latte when you heard him say that, "excuse me, what?" you coughed. Mingi shook his head, grabbing a tissue and began helping dabbing the stray droplets by the side of your mouth, "come on, you both hold hands all the time, he walks you everywhere, you waited for him during basketball practice, heck San even said he saw you both cuddling during a school trip,"

At first you want to defend yourself, saying that it is just how your friendship works, that you're both touchy people and Yunho's just a sweet guy with a talent for cuddling. But then you saw his eyebrows furrow and lips pouting slightly as he talks.

"Song Mingi, are you perhaps... jealous?" a huge grin stretched across your face. You would've thought that he'd blush, deny it, and just make an excuse.

So it shocked you when he slung an arm on the back of your chair and leaned his face close, "so what if I am? You know I like you and seeing Yunho being able to do all that makes me feel like I want to throw a basketball to his face sometimes during practice,"

Now the tables have turned. You stared at him, eyes wide and blush blooming on your face. You could only stare at him, trying to form words, any words to reply to him.

But the way he looked at you, the way his arm feels natural being slung around you and how close he is with you, it would've been dead wrong to say that you don't feel anything. Because over the past 5 days of meeting together after school, you found yourself liking his personality more than before. How he gets serious when he's trying to help you, giving everything he got to make sure you understand what he's explaining, how considerate he is towards your bursts of frustration when you couldn't finish an equation on your own, and how lowkey gentlemanly he is, always making sure you're walking on the inside, opening doors, guiding you gently by having a hand hover on your back. You don't know why you judged him so quickly.

"You're really not like Hongjoong or Seonghwa," you unconsciously muttered.

Mingi blinked twice, tilting his head to the side due to confusion, "I- thanks?"

Realizing what you just said, you groaned to yourself, "sorry, didn't mean to say that out loud, but it's just..." you took a deep breath before continuing, "you're not like how I thought you would be... Hongjoong and Seonghwa were seniors, basketball jocks too, and they played with me around for so long, apparently placing bets with their group of friends on who I'd choose between them so when Yunho tried to get me out before I got in too deep with them, they got pissed because they lost the bet to their friends and they spread rumors that I slept with them behind their backs," the talk of said memory brought a bitter taste to your tongue, and you don't know why you're telling Mingi this, but you somehow felt like you owe him the explanation.

While you were talking, Mingi had subconsciously put his free hand on top of one of yours that was resting on the table, taking it in his own and gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he smiled sadly at you, "did people believe them?" "oh yeah, especially their fangirls which ironically is the same people who are your fangirls now, they wouldn't even hear me out, they just shunned me for a whole year until Hongjoong and Seonghwa graduated, but it's okay I'm over it, I used it as a lesson to just not believe in pretty faces and to have a better judgment system,"

"Well what about my pretty face? Do you believe it?" Mingi joked, trying to lighten the mood as he began doing cute pouty faces and poses, making you giggle at him, "stop it you dork, people are watching," you yourself couldn't stop giggling at the sight of him, "well they can stare all they want, I'm don't even care since I was able to make you smile,"

Without realizing, you both stayed there until it was 9.30 pm and your mom called you, asking where you are. So you both immediately pack up and get ready to leave.

For some reason, once you're both stood in front of the cafe, neither of you were willing to move. You both just stood there facing each other, but looking at the ground, slightly dejected that the hangout (or more like date considering how touchy you both were) has to end.

"Uhm..." Mingi started, making you look up to him, "so which way is your house?" you pointed to the right side, "that way, you?" his face immediately brightens, "same way, we can walk together" he said as he took your bag from your shoulder and slinging one of the straps on one of his shoulder before he began walking.

"H-hey!" you called out, rushing to him, "you don't have to do this! I can take my own bag!" you whined while trying to grab your bag from him.

He didn't say anything, he just silently grab one of your hand and pulled you to walk next to him. Thank God for the night sky or else he would've been able to see your tomato red face.

You both walked in silence.

Not that it was awkward, but because it's nicer to just walk without having to say much, bask in the cold night air as both of you connect through your hands.

It's weird that it doesn't feel weird how close you both are getting and how comfortable you both are. Usually people would take more than a week to really get to the hand-holding part. But then again, one of you has been pining over the other for months and judging from how hard your heart is beating right now, it is safe to assume that you've began developing more than just platonic affection to the tall boy.

When your house started to come into view, you felt reluctant to walk quickly, frowning at the thought that the night had to end. Mingi seemed to feel your reluctance, so he slowed down his pace, stretching the 10 minutes walk from the cafe to 30 if he could.

"This is nice," he suddenly said, breaking the silence.

You look up at him and tilted your head slightly, "what is?" you asked, "spending time with you, walking you home, you're just a really great person to be with" again, he made you blush but this time with his words.

"Oh come on, I bet Wooyoung and San would've been more fun to hang with than me," you said, nudging him a little with your shoulder. "That's where you're wrong, more chaotic? yes, considering we were almost kicked out of the McDonalds nearby because Wooyoung tried to score what he called a whole pack of 10 pieces mcnuggets 'extra', but more fun? I don't think so, I'd rather spend time with you," he smiled sweetly.

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at him, but you decided against it, "I'm gonna have to ask you to tell me about the mcnuggets thing, then, sounds like a wild time," you giggled to yourself. "Sure I will, on our next hangout," he said, making you frown slightly. You had thought that he wanted to act all mysterious or playful, but then you realized that you had arrived at the gates to your house.

Looking at your house, you, who would most likely be in your bed any chance you get, seem so reluctant to get in.

But you tore your gaze and moved it to Mingi, staring at him with a look that would've melted him on the spot if it was possible, "hanging with you tonight, might've been the longest time I spent without texting or calling Yunho after school," at your words, Mingi groaned while throwing his head back, "we're having a moment, do you HAVE to mention Yunho when I'm still here?" His protest made you laugh, because what he said was true, "and stop calling our meeting today a hangout, call it what it actually is," he leaned close to your face, "a date,"

Never would you imagine him to say that, but there he goes proving you wrong again. "S-shut up, nerd, you've never asked me out so today was so not a date," you muttered, pretending to be normal despite the blush on your face and your racing heart, betraying your whole exterior demeanor.

Before he could say anything else, you slipped your hand out of his and ran through the gates. When you're mid-way to your doorstep, you stopped and looked back at him. He had a genuine smile on his face, and he was waving at you when he noticed you turning back, "go on, get inside! It's cold! I'll see you Monday at lunch!"

Hearing that gave you somewhat a feeling of relieve that you didn't know you needed right until he said it. But you smiled back at him and nodded, "you better be, or else I'll get a new math tutor, one who's not ashamed to be seen with his student outside of tutoring hours," you stuck your tongue at him. He clutched his left chest with his right hand, pretending to be hurt, "your assumptions hurt me, (Y/N),"

You giggled at that and walk back further.

You stopped when you had a hand to the doorknob, turning back once more to look at Mingi.

Before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you ran back to him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed his cheek.

Mingi stood there, dumbfounded at what just happened, not really believing that you had just did that but also doubting whether or not that really did just happen.

When he looked at you, you only smiled at him, "I had a lot of fun on today's... date,"

And with that you quickly ran back and went inside, leaning against the door to calm yourself down.

Curious at what his reaction might be, you peek over the curtain by the side window, to see Mingi still frozen in the same spot, mouth agape, and eyes trained to the door.

It took an extra couple of seconds before he reacted. He held the spot where you kissed him with the biggest smile on his face, he jumped up and down in happiness and his mouth was opened widely to let out a soundless scream.

The sight was adorable. He's adorable.

When he finally left your house after 5 minutes of celebrating in silence, you finally pried yourself off the window to walk to your room.

Now you know for sure that he's not bad at all.

That you're glad he proved you wrong.

Blanket (Seonghwa x Reader) (SFW)

Summary: You give your blanket to your bias in Ateez

Word Count: 1,944

a/n: I had this cute idea and it could potentially be turned into a full fic, if you want it to be. I just had this cute little blurb to share to see if anyone would actually be interested! Thank you for reading!

A cold breeze blew through the streets, causing everyone around you to shiver, and you swore you could hear teeth chattering from your friend group. 

“Why did you bring that god forsaken blanket?” Your best friend looked at you in embarrassment. Her arms crossed in front of herself to help the cold that was seeping in. 

You had the blanket wrapped around you, shielding you from the chilly air. You clutched it closer to you and pouted. 

“I’m sorry, but it seems to me as though I’m nice and warm while you’re over there shivering.” Your friend stood there in her skimpy Deja Vu inspired outfit.

“Hey man. Tits out for San.” 

You snorted. “It’s not my fault you want San to look at your tits.”

“Okay but you’re in Hala Hala. You have pants and a jacket!”

You raised your eyebrow at her. “Your point being?”

“Give me your jacket.”

“No.”

She pouted at you. “Please? You have your cursed Seonghwa blanket already!”

You rolled your eyes as cheering came from the line in front of you. They had started the scanning of bags and metal detectors to finally let you into the venue. 

“Look. We’re about to be inside. Stop complaining. I’ll leave the blanket with Jisu since she has seats since it’s that embarrassing.”

“Oh.” Jisu turned to look at you. “Yeah. I don’t have seated tickets today. That’s tomorrow.” She gave you a small smile. 

“Looks like you’re stuck with me and it then Brynn.”

You turned around and moved in the line, Brynn sticking her tongue out at your back.

The beginning of the concert was hype, and you found yourself holding the blanket out while screaming for Seonghwa, hoping he would see it and you could make him smile. 

Towards the end of the show, when Ateez was about to do their last few songs, he finally saw you. He gestured to your hands and you held up the blanket to show the man on stage. He leaned down to get a better look. It was a photo of him, wearing glasses and peeking around a beige door, just his face and neck visible. He laughed, the smile making his eyes sparkle. You gestured towards him, holding out the blanket to him, telling him to take it. 

His eyes widened as he moved, his eyebrows going into his hairline as if to say “are you sure?” 

You nodded again and bunched it up, and then threw it at him. He caught it, and immediately wrapped it around his neck, acting like a superhero. He ran around the stage and catwalk, one arm outstretched like Superman. It was his favorite thing in the world now. The smile on his face was one of pure, genuine happiness, and his eyes were filled with excitement. 

The other members watched him in confusion at first during the interaction, and when they realized what had happened and what picture was on the blanket, they interrupted their ments to comment on it. Wooyoung was laughing so hard, San had to hold him up.

“Hyung” San said through his fits of giggles. “What is that?” 

The cameras panned over to Seonghwa, who held his mic up. “Atiny gave it to me!” He was so giddy. Almost like a child on Christmas morning. 

“I want one!” Wooyoung screamed from his spot on the floor, where San had dropped him. “Which Atiny?”

Seonghwa shook his head and wiggled his finger with a smirk towards Wooyoung. “Not telling. They’re my Atiny now.”

This caused a riot as Wooyoung stood up to rush at Seonghwa, but a staff member ran onto the stage to stop the chaos and get the concert back on track. You couldn’t hear it, but you could tell by the body movements that Seonghwa was getting scolded. You saw him pout and reach to his neck to untie the blanket. Before handing it to the staff member, he held it up, showing off the slightly terrifying photo of himself. The crowd cheered as the cameras panNed to it.

He held it proudly for a moment before handing it to the staff member and bowing as they ran off.

“Alright Atiny! Let’s get back to it!” Hongjoong said into his mic, distracting the crowd once again and he started the concert back up. 

You looked over at your friend. Her mouth was open in shock and you sent her a smirk. Knowing full well that only a few hours ago she was making fun of you for it. 

“Did that actually happen?” She yelled into your ear as Guerilla started to play and Hongjoong started his rap. 

You smiled at her, a slight blush on your cheeks. “Yeah” you smiled, giddy at what just happened. “Yeah I guess it did.”

The rest of the concert went by in a blur. You were pretty sure you blacked out during most of it. The thought of Seonghwa taking your blanket from you still on your mind as you made your way back to your hotel with your friends. 

A notification popped up on your phone as you entered the modest hotel lobby. Ateez had gone live in their hotel room, all eight of them crowded on a bed and tiny couch. Wooyoung sitting almost on Sans lap showed in the video preview as you sleepily walked to your room. 

Your friends followed you into the room, and one pulled out their laptop. “I saw Ateez was live. Do we wanna watch?”

A chorus of sleepy yeses sounded through the room as people started to get out of their clothes and makeup, listening to the chaos of eight men in the background. 

“Hey, Y/N” your friend with the laptop said. “Hwa still has your blanket.” They turned the screen towards you, and your sleepy eyes shot open and you rushed to get a closer look. 

There he was. The beautiful blonde man who took your blanket of him today, sitting with it securely wrapped around him.

“I figured that he or the staff would’ve throw it away.” Your eyes wide as Seonghwa faced the camera. You felt like he was looking into your soul. 

“To the Atiny who gave me this blanket, thank you. It will always be with me.” He smiled softly and stroked the soft fabric. A blush crept up your neck at his admission.

Wooyoung decided then to be a menace and he yanked the blanket away from Seonghwa and yelled something in Korean. Based on his tone, he was teasing his elder, and by the look Seonghwa had, he was annoyed. 

Seonghwa reached for the blanket and Wooyoung threw it to the other side of the room. San, never one to say no to teasing his hyungs, caught it and tied it around his neck. 

The live turned into chaos.

Seonghwa stood, directly in the middle between Wooyoung and San. He turned his head and leveled both men with a glare as he held his hand out, gesturing to give him back the blanket.

Seonghwa took a few step towards San, who then threw the blanket back to Wooyoung. Playing keep-away was their favorite things to do.

“Wooyoung. Give. Me. The. Blanket.” 

Wooyoung gave Seonghwa a cheeky smile and stuck out his tongue. “No.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and stood there, just staring at Wooyoung, annoyance in his eyes. “Please can I have my blanket back?”

“Aww hyung, you even asked nicely!” Wooyoung mocked him. “Fine.” He pouted, and held his arm out with the bundled up blanket. 

“Thank you,” Seonghwa said sarcastically, and started walking towards his younger. Once he got a few steps away, Wooyoung threw the blanket back to San, who hopped and caught it. Giggling the whole time. 

“I’m going to kill you,” Seonghwa playfully said, lunging towards Wooyoung. He tackled Woo onto the couch, San now pouting that he wasn’t being given attention. 

“Damn,” Brynn said, watching it all unfold. “He’s really serious about that blanket.” She sounded slightly envious.

“Looks like it,” you giggle. Inside you were giddy that your bias was so protective over something you gave him.

San had successfully evaded his elder and tied the blanket around his neck, like Seonghwa had done when you gave it to him. Seonghwa just watched him, looking slightly defeated. He ran his hand through his hair and looked at Hongjoong.

Words were exchanged and you saw Hongjoong stand up and try to stop Woosan from teasing Seonghwa any more. Voices who seemed like it belonged to the staff could be heard from behind the camera as well.

You saw a hand come out from behind the camera and point to Yeosang, who had curled up more on the couch to stay away from the chaos that is WooSanHwa.

Yeosang sighed and stood up next to Hongjoong. One went for San and the other went for Wooyoung, trying to get them to calm down. San and Wooyoung exchanged looks, and ran out of the room. Screaming could be heard from down the hall. A loud crash had you wincing.

Everything went quiet. Yunho and Mingi looked at each other, then the staff, and the live suddenly cut off. You and your friend looked at each other in disbelief, before erupting into giggles. 

“What did I just do?” You struggled to get out before being overcome with laughter once again.

“Cause Seonghwa to deal with the menace that is WooSan.” Jisu said, peeking over your shoulder at the screen.

“I guess you’re right,” you giggled again, and ran your makeup wipe over your face. “I wonder if he’ll remember me tomorrow. We do have soundcheck.”

“If he does, I’ll eat my San collection.”

You gasped, “Noooo Brynn, not your precious San collection!” 

“Yeah yeah yeah. Shut up. You look like a raccoon.” She shoved her pillow in your face and you just laughed. 

“Be prepared to eat your collection tomorrow. I hear photocards go well with milk.” 

She laughed again. “Go get ready for bed. We have a long day tomorrow.” 

“Yes, your highness.” You bowed to her, and she threw another pillow at you. You laughed again as you easily dodged it and went to lock yourself in the bathroom. 

Running your makeup wipe over your face, you started to daydream about Seonghwa and what will happen at soundcheck. If he’ll remember you. Maybe you can even find out what happened after the live ended. You hoped WooSan won’t know that it was you who gave Seonghwa the blanket. You know you’d get harassed with teasing looks and movements in your direction. 

You sighed and turned the faucet on, splashing water on your face to wash away your delusional thoughts for the night. Drying your face, you unlocked the door and walked into a pitch black room. Jisu and Brynn both already passed out, one of them snoring loudly.

You giggled and crawled into bed between the two girls. Your phone buzzing on the nightstand, showing a Universe notification. Seonghwa had messaged, and you waited a second for the translation. 

Seonghwa: the blanket is okay. 

You giggled, watching as more messages popped into chat. 

Seonghwa: thank you atiny for coming out tonight. 

Seonghwa: I love you. Let’s have a good show tomorrow.

Seonghwa: have a good night ❤️

Seonghwa: I’ll see you tomorrow

You giggled and sighed in happiness. Typing out a quick reply before turning your phone on sleep mode. You smiled, cuddling into the warmth of Brynn and closed your eyes. Your message still on your mind. You hope he saw it and knew it was you. 

I’ll see you tomorrow Hwa. Hopefully the blanket is safe.

Exhaustion

Requested: [yes]

Prompt: “You won’t take care of yourself so I will” + “Stop worrying about you? Stop worrying about you?! I can barely stop thinking of you!” [with ATEEZ Seonghwa]

Prompt List: [100 followers event]

Warnings: angst. fluffy ending. mentions of not eating food. mentions of fainting.

Pairing: idol!Seonghwa x gn!idol!reader

Word Count: 2791

A/N: Reposted because of a glitch lol

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What happens when you faint backstage after an exhausting year

You stumbled as you walked down the steps after your collaboration stage with The Boyz’s Sunwoo. Your manager’s arm around your waist broke your fall, and soon you found yourself being carried to your group’s dressing room. You tried to catch your breath, gasping air as you tried to stop the ringing in your ears. You should have listened to your body and acted upon the warning signs. But you had ignored it all, overestimating yourself. It wasn’t your fault, though; you had been swamped with schedules in 2022: two comebacks, two world tours, performing at music shows around the world, filming a drama, and releasing your solo album. It seemed that all of it was catching up to you now.

You had just arrived from LA after your last concert and, after a dress change, arrived straight at the awards ceremony. You felt a pang of irritation, wondering why your body couldn’t have held on for a bit longer. Today’s show was the last award show you were supposed to attend before you’d finally get a break from everything. You just hoped you’d last through the two performances you were supposed to do with your group and that fans wouldn’t notice anything amiss. Or at least they’d chalk it up to exhaustion and be lenient. The haze had been terrifying. You’d never felt this way, the feeling of your body not responding to you. You’d heard of it from your friends in the industry, but you were always careful not to reach the point of breakdown. Alas, here you were. The sad part was that you only had ten minutes to change into your performance outfit, fix your makeup, and catch your breath before going back up on stage.

When the haze cleared from your head, you saw your members, Hyunmi and Mina, along with two of your managers and your group’s paramedic looking at you with worry. You noticed that everyone was slightly further away from you except for the paramedic, who was still checking up on you.

“Will you be able to perform?” Mina asked you, grabbing an icepack and pressing it against the back of your neck. The cold helped you to get some feeling back into your aching muscles. It only got better once the paramedic started massaging your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, guys,” You whispered softly, but they heard it loud and clear. You really should have taken it a bit easy. But with your schedule packed up, you’d been getting less than four hours of sleep every day and having very light lunches. You sometimes skipped dinner altogether when you had to perform since dancing on a full stomach made you queasy. You usually ate after shows, but with you being so tired, you would crash into your bed even before you could even think of ordering dinner. The jetlag and adjusting to different time zones in such a short period didn’t help either, and you were sure at this point the last time you slept was sometime more than 24 hours ago. This wasn’t all, though, the added stress of your best friend ignoring you was probably what finally did it.

You and Seonghwa had known each other since you moved to Seoul as trainees. He had bumped into you in the subway one day. Both of you had been trying to understand the confusing network, trying to figure out which train you were supposed to board to reach your dorms. With two brains working on the puzzle, you figured it out quickly. Surprisingly, both of you were going the same way as your dorms were within a radius of 500 meters from each other. It was just a cherry on top when you realized you both were from Gyeongsang, and a friendship bloomed between both of you. You’d been good friends for six years now, with your friendship being one of the most well-known and loved idol friendships in the industry. But for some reason, Seonghwa had been ignoring you for the past week, and you had no clue why. He did not respond to your texts or calls, and when you texted Hongjoong, he told you to give him some time to figure stuff out. Then finally, when you saw him before going to perform with Sunwoo, he just turned his back on you, acting as if he hadn’t seen you. Ignoring the tears prickling your eyes, you had simply walked away with a heavy heart.

“Four minutes,” your manager’s voice rang in the dressing room, and everyone sprung to action. She then turned to you, “You sure you can perform?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure. It’s just two dances, anyways. I’ll be okay.”

“Okay then. Let’s get you into your outfit,” your manager smiled encouragingly at you. “Take it easy, though.”

You nodded, allowing the stylists to dress you up, wipe off your sweat, and touch up your makeup and hair. By the time you were ready, you were happy to note that the black spots that had been dancing in front of you had disappeared, and the lights didn’t hurt your eyes anymore. Your members were close as you walked through the hallways, knowing that you wouldn’t back out of performing even if they begged you not to. So, they stayed close by, scrutinizing your movements to make sure you would be okay.

As you stood on standby, stylists still hovered around you, making final adjustments while the paramedic stayed close. You knew there was a chance that your condition could worsen, but you hoped that you would hold out for eight more minutes since you were feeling okay. Just two dances. You could make it through the performances.

“If you feel worse at any point, I want you to go back. You hear me, Y/N eonnie?” Hyunmi put both her hands on your shoulders and gazed into your eyes seriously. As the youngest and with you being the leader, she never really used this sort of tone with you. But you knew she was worried, so you let it go with a smile and nod.

“Hyunmi is right, Y/N,” Mina quipped, resting her forehead against your shoulder. “You may be our leader, but your health is more important to us and our fans too.”

“I’m fine, I promise,” you smiled, hoping they’d believe you. You sounded convincing enough, after all. From the corner of your eye, you saw the members of ATEEZ, they had just finished their performance, and your members’ words had caught their attention. You also noticed half of the members frowning at Seonghwa while the rest looked at you in worry. Seonghwa, too was watching you intently, a frown marring his features. He looked like he wanted to say something, but at that moment, you were called on stage, so with your group chant, the three of you walked onto the stage amidst the applause and screams of your fans.

You knew the eight minutes were going to test you badly, but you didn’t realize it would be this hard. You managed to keep up with your members, going harder than usual because you knew if you stopped now, your body would shut down. You gave your all to the two dances, and when you finally bowed and leaned into Mina as you descended the stairs, you couldn’t help but mentally pat yourself on your back. But now that the adrenaline was fading, the dark spots were back with full force, and the world seemed to be spinning around you.

Hyunmi encouraged you to keep going, but you suddenly didn’t have it in you anymore. You crouched down, realizing that your body was close to shutting down. You felt hot and sticky, and the choker around your neck wasn’t helping; you were sure you were covered in cold sweat. You took deep breaths, hoping it would help clear the queasy feeling and give you enough energy to make it to your dressing room, but nothing was helping.

“Y/N,” you heard someone call you, as if from far away. You could recognize that voice anywhere, it was your best friend, and you were a bit surprised that he was there. It took all you had to lift your head up when you felt him crouch next to you, holding you carefully to stop you from falling face-first onto the floor. Through your blurry gaze, you were just barely able to see his face and his concerned expression. He turned to someone, barking out orders to get some oxygen and water for you. If you had been alright, you’d probably have been more surprised since you’d never heard him speak in such a sharp tone. You had seen him scold his members once or twice, but his tone right now was enough to give you shivers.

“Oppa?” you managed to whisper, causing him to look back at you, his expression melting into in softer one.

“Hey, stay with me, okay? Just take deep breaths. Can you can do that for me, sweetheart?” There was the Seonghwa you knew and loved, the endearing, sweet man who would look out for you even when you told him to take care of himself first. This was probably one of the few traits of his that had made you fall for him. Though, you never really said anything, not wanting to mess up your friendship. He didn’t like you that way, and even if he did, there was no way you could be with him. You were idols, after all.

You tried to nod when you realized he was still waiting for an answer from you, but having him so close was probably the last straw. You felt safe and cared for around him, which perhaps made your body finally shut down. The last thing you felt was Seonghwa’s arms shifting to accommodate you and lifting you from the ground.

Seonghwa was on edge. When he heard your members ask you to take it slow, he could see you were a bit pale. Your eyes weren’t as bright as they usually were before a performance and the way the paramedic was hovering around you caused his heart to fall. He wanted to ask you what was wrong, but by the time he could, you were on stage.

“Seonghwa?” Hongjoong nodded towards the exit, signaling him to move, but he shook his head.

“I’ll stay. Y/N didn’t look good. I don’t think I’ll be able to sit until I see her come back after performing,” his eyes were trained on the screen, watching through the camera that was following you. You looked okay, but you were putting in more effort than usual. Even though it looked really good, he could tell that you were using your last bit of energy to finish this performance. From his own experience, he knew that you’d crash after you came backstage, and he wanted to be there to help.

He knew you had been extremely busy and that he had just added to your stress because he was jealous that you and Sunwoo were going to do a special collaboration for the award show. He knew the two of you didn’t have any say in this, and he knew he was being petty. But he was just a guy in love, and everything got out of hand when someone told him that the younger idol had a massive crush on you. The two of you were the same age, so maybe Sunwoo would appeal more to you than he did, even if he was just three years older than you.

Hongjoong decided to stay with his friend, knowing that he would appreciate some support. He spotted your company’s staff also watching the performance intently, expecting the worst. They knew you could go down at any moment, and all of them were praying you could hold out until they were in a situation to help you. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief when the three of you bowed, and the lights went out.

Seonghwa’s heart nearly stopped beating when he saw how pale you were, you weren’t looking good, and as the adrenaline dissipated, the worse you seemed to look. He had rushed to you when you sunk to your knees and couldn’t help but watch helplessly as you finally succumbed to your body’s needs. Heart beating fast, the boy carried you to your dressing room, allowing the paramedics to take you. He watched nervously, hands trembling as he watched them do their best to revive you. He, your members, and Hongjoong stood to the side, not getting in the way as they gave you oxygen and used icepacks to cool you down.

“Shouldn’t we call an ambulance?” Seonghwa voiced out, but his heart soared when he heard your feeble protest. He stepped forward a bit, watching as your eyes fluttered before opening fully.

You allowed yourself to be helped into a sitting position, you were still dizzy, but it was much better than before. Someone had pressed an energy drink to your lips, and you took small sips, eyes not leaving Seonghwa’s figure who was walking toward you.

Everyone parted to let him through, and when he crouched down, the paramedic murmured a don’t stress her out before leaving the two of you alone in the room.

“How are you feeling?” He whispered softly. You saw his fingers twitch as if he was trying to stop himself from reaching for you.

“Fine,” you replied, tone matching his. But you could tell from the way his brows furrowed even further that he didn’t believe you at all. You sighed, “Hwa, stop worrying about me. I’m b—”

“Stop worrying about you?” Seonghwa parroted incredulously. “Stop worrying about you?! I can barely stop thinking of you!” He stopped short, eyes widening, when he realized what he had said to you. He had basically just confessed to you in the heat of the moment.

You gasped at his words, “W-what?”

He sighed, running his hands through his styled strands of hair and not meeting your eyes as he settled down on the couch next to you. “I’m sorry, I… For acting like an idiot for the past week. Ever since I heard that Sunwoo would do a collab stage with you, I couldn’t stop being jealous. I mean… he has a crush on you, and I heard he was going to make a move on you after the show today. And I just—” Seoghwa sighed, cutting himself off and looking at you with teary eyes. “I never said anything because I didn’t want to destroy our friendship. But I was scared that you’d finally slip away from me. Sunwoo is amazing, he’s younger and so much bette—”

“I’d like to stop you right there,” you brushed out the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead, effectively shutting him up. You giggled, causing the corner of his lips to lift up as well. “We’re both big idiots, honestly. All this mess could have been avoided if we’d come clean about our feelings.”

“You mean…?”

“That I like you too? Yeah,” you remarked, grasping his warmer hand in yours.

“I’ll hold off asking you out until I can take you out on a proper date, but I think we should get you back home so I can monitor you as you rest,” Seonghwa stated with a smile.

“But…” You started but quickly shut up when he narrowed his eyes at you.

“I know you won’t take care of yourself, so I will,” he teased, earning an eye roll from you. “In all seriousness, I’m part of the reason that you almost collapsed on stage.”

You shrugged, taking his hand when he stood up. Though when you stumbled a bit, he wrapped his arms around you. Seonghwa pursed his lips and bent down a little, wrapping one arm around your knees, the other coming around your back to steady you as he carried you bridal style. A squeak of surprise burst from your lips, and you placed your arms around his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, surprised by his sudden move. You glanced at your members, who shrugged, while Hongjoong gave you a cheeky wink, and your staff looked away respectfully.

“Let me do this, please,” he whispered, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, which made your heart flutter pleasantly.

“Hwa—”

He shushed you softly, “What kind of a soon-to-be-boyfriend would I be if I cannot even take care of you?”

You blushed, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, when you heard Hongjoong and Mina’s laugh from behind you. This man was going to give you a heart attack one day.

nothing compares to you.

pairing: song mingi x fem reader (afab)

genre: smut, fluff, non-idol!au, established relationship

rating: mature/18+ (minors DNI).

word count: 3.2k

warnings: explicit smut [fingering, slight somnophilia?, praise, unprotected sex, wet dreams], language

summary: you’re relieved when you wake up from a nightmare—especially once you realize mingi has been having a much, much different kind of dream than you.

You’re falling.

You’d been climbing up this steep, rocky cliff for as long as you can remember, jagged rocks digging into your palms and dirt making its way underneath your fingernails as you ascend, paying for each brutal inch upwards with your own sweat and tears—but you’re exhausted. You’ve gone too far, for too long. And you’ve slipped. You’re falling.

You don’t even remember how you’d gotten up to the edge of that cliff in the first place, where you’d been going or where you’d come from, but you’re certainly careening off of it now, accelerating with the wind in your hair as you plummet towards the water at the bottom of the cliff face, unable to shut your eyes even as you brace yourself for the impact—

You blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness of your bedroom. A dream—it was just a dream. A nightmare, more likely, but still nothing more, even as your heartbeat continues to pound in your chest as the adrenaline wears off.

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Part 2: Manifesting A Drifteez Interaction

Someone Like You

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→ Synopsis: Wooyoung is content with where he is right now, especially considering that ATEEZ’s popularity is still growing. But when he runs into you (literally), he realises that he had been missing out on a significant part of his life.

Pairing: idol!Wooyoung x pro-gamer!reader (fem!reader)

Genre: smau, slice of life au, strangers to lovers au, meet cute, humor, fluff, slight angst

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Part 1: Could You Do Me A Favour?

Someone Like You

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→ Synopsis: Wooyoung is content with where he is right now, especially considering that ATEEZ’s popularity is still growing. But when he runs into you (literally), he realises that he had been missing out on a significant part of his life.

Pairing: idol!Wooyoung x pro-gamer!reader (fem!reader)

Genre: smau, slice of life au, strangers to lovers au, meet cute, humor, fluff, slight angst

Taglist: @cookiechristie @skittlez-area512 @halesandy @kodzukein @kisaraginami @baguette-atiny @bts-unreleased-demos