Part 2: Manifesting A Drifteez Interaction

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

Taglist: @cookiechristie @skittlez-area512 @halesandy @kodzukein @kisaraginami @baguette-atiny @pepperony-7 @hijeongguk @bat-shark-repellant

best friends… (s.mg)

• pairing : song mingi x fem!reader

• genre : fluff, best friends to lovers

• words : 1.5k

•a/n : this had me smiling while i was writing it. very wholesome. feel the fluff. embrace the fluff. bit longer than the previous one so i’m working my way up to longer ones. as per usual, let me know if you like it! thanks so much for the love on the previous, that made me happy!

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It was a cold day on campus.  Snow adorned the ground.  You had just finished bundling up with your winter clothing – a thick, wool coat being the centerpiece of the outfit.  A beanie sat perfectly on top of your head while your hands were covered comfortably with mittens.  The cool air hit your face as you exited your dorm building, making your body shiver.  You were off to see your best friend, Mingi.  It had been a while since you have seen him due to both of your schedules being the complete opposite… but you were excited to be able to see him again.  You missed his goofy personality and the way that he would tease you – but not anything more than something platonic.  Your boots crunched in the snow as you made your way to Mingi’s dorm room.

            “It’s so cold out here.  I feel like a popsicle,” you grumbled, rubbing your hands together at a steady pace to gain a sense of warmth.  You begin to feel your stomach fluttering, butterflies.  This confused you as you knew that you didn’t have feelings for this boy.  It was just a close friendship… as far as you knew.  Your hand reached into the deep pocket of your coat to retrieve your phone.  You unlocked your phone screen and swiped to your messages, tapping on Mingi’s name.

            ‘come let me in! i’m freezing my ass off out here…’

            After hitting send, you observed the campus.  It was beautiful covered in all white, it felt calm and quiet.  No one was outside so you were able to enjoy a few seconds of peace before you heard the door to the dorm squeak open.  A wave of heat hit your body and you turned around to see Mingi standing in the doorway.  He greeted you with a bright smile and opened the door wider, so you were able to make your way inside.  Squeezing past his taller frame, you move to the side of the narrow hallway so he could escort you to his room.  He moved at a casual pace, walking to the left side of the hallway – his arms moving slightly at his sides.  You took a moment to see what he was wearing.  He wore gray sweatpants, red socks, and a red tee shirt that you had gotten him when you went out of town on vacation.  The fact that he even wore the shirt made you smile to yourself.

            “You’re in a good mood, I see,” you heard Mingi say.  You looked up from the floor to see his content face looking back at you, making the butterflies come back into the picture.  Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion at the feeling but continue the walk, nonetheless.  The two of you approached his room, which just so happened to be single… only he occupied this space.  No roommate to worry about when coming over for late night study sessions.  His hand gripped onto the door handle and turned it, the door swung open and he stepped back to allow you to enter his space.

            “It’s been a while.  I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” you said quietly, taking a seat in the chair beside his desk.  His room was decorated simply.  The comforter on his bed was black… along with his sheets, rug, and most of his desk accessories.  The only color that he enjoyed was in his clothing and he seemed to enjoy representing himself through his style.  That day, he just decided to wear something simple and conformable. 

            “I missed you and your attitude,” he chuckled, jumping up onto his bed to take a seat while you got settled.  Your eyes narrowed at him while a smile curled onto your lips.  You loved the way that he teased you, it was like a love language for you two.

            “You’re not one to talk, Mr. Song.  Your attitude and sarcasm… wow,” you laughed quietly.  He rolled his eyes playfully.  You could tell that he enjoyed the banter as well, at least his facial expressions showed that he did.  His arms crossed over his chest as you de-wintered yourself, taking off your warm clothing and beanie.  You wore a simple outfit that consisted of a tee shirt, leggings, and slip-on sneakers.  His eyes seemed to soften as you got more comfortable, content that you were there.

            “Come join me up here.  I have some things that I want to show you on my phone.”

            You nodded at his request and made your way to his bedside.  Jokingly, you reached your arms up in a fake attempt to get him to pick you up… he took it seriously.  His hands planted firmly on your hips and picked you up, placing you next to him on the bed.  You sat there for a second in awe, turning to him with a soft grin. “What do you have to show me?”

            He turned his phone around to show a picture of him at a party.  He was dressed as you would suspect, perfectly.  He wore a pair of dark jeans and peacoat, black – looking very entertained by whoever was taking the picture.  Plenty of people in the background but something caught your attention.  There was a group of girls in the back of the picture that seemed to be admiring Mingi.  Your bottom lip positioned into a pout.  You didn’t like the thought of anyone gawking over him… only you could do that.  Wait… you realized something at that moment.  Your hand moved from its previous position to be placed over your mouth in disbelief.  His eyes moved from the phone to you, eyebrows raising in concern.

            “Are you okay?  What’s wrong?” he asked in a concerned tone.  Arm wrapping around you, he pulled you close to his side and looked down to your still melancholy face. “Seriously, are you okay?”

            “I- uh, yeah.  I’m fine, Mingi,” you muttered, plastering a fake smile in front of your disappointment.  You needed to tell him your feelings.  Despite wanting to push them back inside, you couldn’t do that.  “Actually, I need to tell you something important.”

            Mingi simply nodded and leaned his back against the wall behind him.  Listening intently, his gaze was set right on your eyes.  Butterflies…  You weren’t sure about how it was going to go but it had to be said.

            “Mingi… I really like you.  I’ve noticed these feelings when I’m with you and I just can’t ignore them anymore.  The only way that I can explain it is… butterflies.  You make me feel so special and we’ve only known each other for a few semesters but you’re my best friend… and I just wanted you to know that I have loving feelings for you.”            The man sat there and pondered for what seemed like hours.  More realistically, it was maybe a minute.  His fingers ran through his messy hair as he broke the eye contact.  That felt like defeat to you.  You expected the next words out of his mouth to be a rejection.

            “I like you too… well, I like like you…” He began his answer to your statement. “I have to be perfectly honest with you since you did the same.  The day that I met you, I fell madly in love with you.  Something about your personality made me fall head over heels for you.  I’ve been trying to hide it for a long time.  Did I do a good job?” The last question made your jaw drop in disbelief, your hand gently hitting his chest.  You couldn’t believe what he had just said.  And the joking tone at the end?  Classic Mingi.  But he was in love with you.  You loved each other. 

            “You really had to push a joke in there, didn’t you?” you sighed, face softening with a subtle smirk. “Bite me, Mingi.”

            “Where?”

            Your jaw dropped once again, this time at his bold answer.  You pushed your hair behind your ear and looked at him.  Your eyes glanced from his lips to his eyes.  You wanted to kiss him.  He seemed to sense it… his hands grabbed onto your face gently and pulled you close to his face.  His lips hovered over yours, your hand resting on his knee as he took in the moment.             “I’ve been wanting to do this for months,” he mumbled against your lips, pressing his soft lips to your own.  The butterflies… Your hands come up to hold the back of his neck, savoring the moment until a sudden knock on the door broke you two apart.  Mingi shook his head in dissatisfaction.  His attention returned to you, his thumb softly running across your cheekbone.

            “Let’s be together.  I think that sounds like a great idea.  You and me.  Me and you.  Together?”

            All you could do was nod your head and embrace him.  His arms wrapped around you protectively.  You felt warm inside.  Your head rested on his chest as he called whoever knocked on the door into the room.  The door opened slowly and… it was Yunho from your third period class.  His eyebrows widened and he flashed an embarrassed smile.

            “Did I interrupt? I’m sorry… I’ll leave you alone. See you later, Mingi… and friend.”

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.

trust me | wooyoung smut

pairing: wooyoung x f!reader

wc: 4973

synopsis: fresh out of a failed relationship, wooyoung’s determined to help you out.

a/n: this was originally supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away! this was requested<3

ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD! special shout out to @fallinwoozi for forcing me to post this ღ

warnings⚠️: smut, reader is embarrassed about being a virgin, unprotected sex, wooyoung makes a lot of jokes, soft 90% of the time, oral (fem receiving), uhh that’s it? lmk if i missed anything!

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“No, I can’t Woo. It’s way to embarrassing.” You whined to your best friend, kicking your legs like a toddler. You threw your head back with a groan, cheeks feeling tight from your dried up tears. He shook you with two hands whining back, “Whyyyy? You can’t come to me out of nowhere saying you broke up with your boyfriend and not tell me what happened! How am I supposed to comfort you? I thought we were friends Y/n! Now you’re keeping secrets from me! Unbelievable.” He was being overly dramatic, as usual.

You smacked his shoulder glaring at Wooyoung. “When it comes to my pride, yes I’d rather keep secrets. You can comfort me by shutting up and having a movie night with me.” He groaned, his body melting into his couch. You’d come over unannounced after the final meeting with your boyfriend. Or ex boyfriend now. If you could even call him that. The relationship not lasting even 2 months.

“She shows up to my apartment unannounced, crying might I add, and then yells at me when I ask what happened.” He speaks to himself in disbelief, getting up off his couch to make some snacks for the impromptu movie night. “Love you too!” You yelled back to his muttering. He turned, sticking a tongue out at you before disappearing into his kitchen.

You let out a deep sigh. Of course you wanted to tell him what happened. It was just too embarrassing to admit out loud. Plus you don’t think he’d let you live it down. It’s not like you weren’t close but you never really spoke about sex with Wooyoung. Telling him your boyfriend broke up with you because you refused to have sex with him due to your lack of experience would be too much to handle. For all he knew, you were a pro at sex. You couldn’t imagine having to face the truth. You were a virgin and it bothered you. You were embarrassed. What was there to be embarrassed of? Nothing at all yet you couldn’t help but feel ashamed. It was all stupid and in your head. But you couldn’t shake that feeling.

It wasn’t long before Wooyoung came back with a bowl of popcorn and some hot drinks to share. He grabbed a blanket to share as well before sitting down next to you.

“Alright, since you won’t tell me what happened we’re just going to move on and pretend everything is okay. Come here” He said gesturing his arms out for you to cuddle into like usual. You blushed at his mentioning of your break up again before moving into his arms. He felt warm and cozy around you. You snuggled as close as physically possible, wanting nothing more than to be fully engulfed with him and his warmth. “Cold? I can get another blanket?” He offered, noticing your closeness.

You shook your head, “It’s just comforting. Thank you for being here for me, even if I don’t feel comfortable saying what happened yet.” Smiling up at him as you spoke. A small smile crept onto his face as well. “No worries love, that’s what friends are for no?” He rubbed the top of your hair as you both giggled, you rolling your eyes at his cheesy words.

He picked out a movie for the two of you to watch since you insisted he chose for the night. It didn’t matter to you because you could feel your eyelids getting heavy. It was mere minutes into the movie before you fell asleep. Wooyoung didn’t really notice until soft snores began to leave your sleeping body. He squeezed the arm that was around you, only pushing yourself close to him. He smiled at you and watched as you softly breathed in and out. His chest tight as he thought about the earlier events. He hated seeing you cry and to not know what happened was killing him.

“I hope you trust me enough to tell me what happened one day. I love you Y/n.” He muttered to your sleeping body, leaving a small peck on the top of your head. Little did he know, you weren’t fully asleep. His cuddling had woken you up only minutes before. You debated whether or not to just suck it up and tell him what happened. What is the worst that could happen? He finds out you are a virgin? So what? No sane person would mock you for that.

“Y/n?” You heard Wooyoung speak, interrupting your thoughts. “Y/n? I can see your eyebrows furrowing, I know you’re awake.” You could hear the amusement in his voice. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, sitting up now beside him. “Feeling better?” He asked, trying to read your facial expression. “A bit.” You sighed, biting your bottom lip out of nerves.

“I actually was thinking.” You drifted off your words, breaking eye contact with the boy in front of you. He hummed encouraging you to continue with your thoughts. “I trust you with my whole being. As dramatic as that sounds.” You both chuckled at the clear anxiety in your words. Wooyoung was looking at you with the most kind face. It was hard to describe but it made you feel comfortable and warm. This is why he was your best friend. He always made you feel listened to, understood, and encouraged you to speak your mind.

“He broke up with me because I wouldn’t have sex with him.” You blurted out. You froze watching as his eyes shot open wide due to your bluntness. “I-I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn’t that.” He chuckled. “That's it? What a dick.. That is so shallow. You shouldn’t have to sleep with anyone if you don’t want to. What kind of idiot does that? And to break up with you over it too? Y/n don’t cry over douchebags like him. The right man won’t care about sex and will wait until you’re comfortable.”

You felt your cheeks getting hot. You were so beyond embarrassed for an unknown reason. You’d talked about sex with Wooyoung before but you were never the topic. It was always him and his sex life. You being on the receiving end of this conversation was making you so uncomfortable. “T-Thanks Woo. But it wasn’t just that.” You stuttered out, his face contorting in confusion. “What else happened?” He questioned. You felt yourself gulp. You wanted to scream, why was this so hard for you? Society's view on virginity was really taking a toll on you.

“H-He didn’t like the fact that I was a virgin. He made it a big deal. That's why I was so embarrassed to tell you. He made me feel like I was abnormal. I don’t know, this is so stupid.” You sighed, placing your head in your hands. You had made such a big deal out of something that was so insignificant to a majority of people. “Y/n. Was that why you were embarrassed to tell me? You didn’t want me to know you were a virgin?” He questioned, placing one of his hands onto your thigh as a way to comfort you. You kept your head in your hands, nodding a yes to confirm his question. “You really thought I was going to be bothered by that? Or laugh at you?” You felt so embarrassed for the millionth time that night.

You lifted your head looking at him finally, “YES! I’m sorry but yes. You always talk about your sex life and I thought you’d think I’m a loser. Plus that’s so embarrassing! Getting broken up with because you’re a virgin?” You felt a tear sliding down your face. This night couldn’t get any worse.

“Y/n. I love you so much, you’re my best friend. I would never in my life make fun of you for something like that. There is nothing wrong with being a virgin. You’ll be ready when you’re ready. Please don’t cry, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.” He reached his free hand to wipe your tear stained cheeks. His words only made you want to cry more. You leaned into his touch.

“I love you too. Thank you Wooyoung but who wants to have sex with a twenty year old virgin? Most people want someone experienced.” You mumbled out, not trusting your voice enough to speak loudly. Wooyoung chuckled shaking his head, “Well, if you ever want to have sex just call me.” You laughed smacking his arm, “Shut up, I’m being serious!” You rolled your eyes at him. “I am too! I wouldn’t mind. Especially if it made you feel better.” His face was straight. You analyzed it, making sure he wasn’t teasing you like usual. “Wait really? You would do that? Would that not be weird?” You asked, words coming out quickly due to shock. “Why would it be weird? I’ve known you forever. Nothing you could do would make me not want to be your friend anymore. I mean unless maybe you murdered someone. But that would depend on the person because if it was your ex, I think I could let that slid-”

“Wooyoung, please shut up.” You laughed at his rambling, finding it awfully cute. He laughed as well, “Sorry, but my point stands. If you want your first time to be with someone you’re comfortable with. I’ll always be here, legs wide open.” He joked, making your nerves settle.

“I mean. I think I’d be down? I trust you.” Your mouth moving faster than your head. Did you just agree to having sex with Wooyoung? Your best friend? Were you crazy? I mean he was extremely hot, it is not like you’d never had the thought before. But it was just a stupid dream, not something you’d want to act on. At least you didn’t think so until right now. Maybe it was the horniness overtaking you, or the fact that he had comforted you so well. But you were ready to have sex with him if he prompted it.

“Wait actually? I didn’t think you’d agree so fast!” He chuckled, eyes wide open with one of his hands covering his mouth in disbelief. “Think about it! Wouldn’t it be best if my first time was with someone I know and trust? I don’t think I could emotionally handle my first time being a one night stand. Plus what if I do something wrong? Or they do something wrong? At least we can communicate without there being any awkward tension. Well, minimum awkward tension.” You were fully onboard now with his idea. It just made sense especially since he made it clear it wouldn’t ruin your friendship for him.

“Okay so. I didn’t really think it would happen this fast, wow. Uh do you have a time preference? Would now be too soon? Would you like to schedule a date?” You cut him off with a scoff, “I am NOT scheduling a dick appointment.” You both laughed, tension easing at the reminder that you are friends who are comfortable with one another. You trusted him with your whole body and mind. There was no need to be nervous. “S-so now?” He asked shyly.

“Please don’t clam up on me now. You need to be the confident one here. I don’t want to feel like I’m forcing you or anything.” You trailed off, looking down at your hands that were placed on your lap. “No!” He shouted quickly, shocking you. “Oh, uh sorry. I meant you aren’t forcing me. I was the one who made the offer in the first place. I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t fully prepared to follow through. I just am a little nervous that I won't meet your standards.” He spoke softly. You smiled at him, “Meet my standards? Woo, be serious. I have no one to compare you to. Plus, I’ve heard those sex stories you tell me.” You winked at him, making him laugh.

This was your dynamic, always encouraging one another. Putting your own feelings aside to make sure the other was feeling good. Of course you were nervous and you had your doubts, but you were trying to be confident to make up for Wooyoung’s timidness.

“Okay so, basic rules.” He started, more confidence in his tone, “If at any point you are uncomfortable and want to stop, tell me immediately. It won’t bother me, your pleasure is my top priority. If you like something or want me to do something tell me as well. Again, your pleasure is my number one right now.”

“We’ll take it slow, uh yeah I think that's pretty much it? Just communicate is what I’m trying to say.” He finished, maintaining eye contact the whole time. You nodded along with his words, taking it all in. You were actually about to have sex with Wooyoung. If you would’ve told your younger self this, she would’ve laughed in your face.

“Are you comfortable with kissing?” He asked, placing a hand on yours which laid on top of your lap. You nodded, feeling your whole face get hot. “I need verbal confirmation please.” He stated in a serious tone making your legs quiver. “Y-es” You managed to get out words, much to your disbelief. “Already speechless and we haven’t even started? You’re going to be fun to play with doll.” He winked. You wanted to punch him for being so snarky but you couldn’t, you just shut your eyes and took a deep breath. “Please Woo, you’re making it hard to take you seriously.”

“Who says you have to take me seriously? I just enjoy seeing how hot and bothered you get when I tease you.” He joked, cupping the right side of your face with his hand. He scooted a little closer to you, now only inches away from your face. “Close your eyes doll.” He whispered, you could feel his breath against your lips. Your eyelids fluttered shut at his command. You anticipated his next move, holding your breath as you waited for him to make the first move.

“You’re so tense.” He cut the tension, your eyes shooting open. “Wooyoung I’m going to murder you.” You joked smacking him on the arm. He winced, holding his bicep, “Ow! What was that for?!” You glared at him, “You know damn well-” He cut you off laughing,

“Okay! Okay! For real this time. Close your eyes.” You hesitated this time, Wooyoung giving you an encouraging head nod. You huffed before closing your eyes again. You waited for what felt like hours but in reality was mere seconds for Wooyoung’s lips to finally graze your own. It was a short and soft peck to start, just getting used to the feeling of kissing one another. He pulled back to look at your reaction, when you didn’t open your eyes he took it as a sign to continue. Moving back in, he reconnected his lips to yours a bit more passionate this time. It was still soft but longer, your mouths moving slowly in sync.

He moved his hands from their previous position in his lap, one cupping your jaw as the other found comfort in your hair. He leaned into it more, pushing you back further into the couch. You let him have full dominance in the kiss, encouraging him to make the next move. He slid his tongue along your bottom lip lightly, testing the grounds. He never wanted to go too far or make you uncomfortable. You opened your mouth slightly wider than before allowing him to slip his tongue between your lips. You continued like this for a while until he pulled back, lips pretty and swollen covered in a thin layer of saliva.

“Do you want to take this to my bedroom?” His voice was calm. Eyes staring intently into your own for permission to take this further. You nodded, muttering a soft ‘yes’. He took your hand in his, pulling you gently behind him as he led you to his bedroom. The room you’d been all too familiar with. This time felt different. For obvious reason of course.

He laid you delicately on his bed allowing you to sink into his comforter, your head resting against his soft pillows. He crawled on top of you starting to kiss you again. This time didn’t last too long, moving his lips down your jaw to your neck where he left wet kisseses. “Can I mark you love?” He asked between kisses. You nodded, muttering in agreement. You felt him smile into your neck as he began sucking light marks that would eventually turn a pretty shade of purple. “N-not too many” You spoke, immediately regretting it as it came out breathy. He could tell how much you were enjoying yourself from that sentence alone. “Babe. I’ve only kissed you and you’re already acting fucked out. Do I affect you that much?” He smirked looking as your face contorted at his words.

You opened your mouth to speak but you didn’t know what to say. Yes he did. Your best friend had left you speechless from kisses alone. “It’s okay doll, I can read your face very well. I know how much you’re enjoying this.” You felt your face heat up at his teasing. You knew Wooyoung was a tease but you’d never think it would translate over into the bedroom as well. You whined covering your face with your hands making him chuckle, “Okay! Okay I’ll try and stop with the teasing.. No promises though” He muttered the last part in the crook of your neck leaving chills down your body.

His hands began to travel down your body, dragging against your clothed torso. Moving until they reached the hem of your shirt which had slightly rode up during the make out session. His finger tips inched under your shirt, his warm hands now rubbing against the bare skin of your stomach. They moved to wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him. They continued caressing your torso as he kissed your neck. This continued until his hand had finally inched up enough to reach your bra.

“May i?” He asked, looking into your clouded eyes. Still in a haze from his kisses. “Yes, please” You almost begged, sitting up to allow him better access to removing your shirt and bra. You felt the cold bitter air against your nipples making you aware of how naked you were now. Moving to cover your chest, you asked Wooyoung, “Can you take off your shirt too? I don’t like being the only one naked.” He pouted at your sweetness pecking your lips, “Of course I can.”

He removed his shirt, tossing it somewhere in his room along with your own. “Better?” He asked looking deeply in your eyes, you only nodded as a reply. He laid you back down, removing your hands slowly from your chest. He analyzed your face to make sure there was no hesitation in your expression. He had your arms by your side, beginning his breast worship. He kitten licked your nipples loving how you gasped from the small spark of pleasure. While busy with one breast, he used his hand to occupy the other. You felt your body on fire. You’d never felt such pleasure before. It was different than anything you’d ever managed to do to yourself. Soft moans left your lips, encouraging Wooyoung to continue.

He switched to the opposite breast now, wanting to hurry this part up. He loved how reactive you were and couldn’t wait to get more moans out of you. You moved your right hand to play in his hair, tugging every time he nibbled your sensitive nipple. He pulled away, sitting up from his previous position, smiling at you. “Good?” He asked.

“Yes. Great actually!” You joked, making him laugh. He nodded, moving his fingers to begin removing your pants. “If you liked that, just you wait.” He winked, this time pulling your pants down in one quick motion. He sat up removing his own sweatpants making it even. He positioned your legs to be bent at the knee, situating himself to lay between your thighs. He made sure to hold eye contact as he pressed a slow kiss to your clothed heat. The contact making you whimper. He began leaving wet kisses on your thighs, with each kiss moving closer and closer to where you wanted him most. He then used one finger, tracing the damp spot in your underwear. “Enjoying yourself?” He joked, removing your panties so he could have direct contact with your cunt. Your legs shut around his head out of reflex but he stopped you, pinning your knees as far down to the bed as he could. “Now how am I supposed to eat you out if I don’t have access to this pretty little pussy?” He wore a shit eating grin on his face that you only wish you could slap off of him. But you didn’t want to take any chances on him stopping.

“Sorry Woo, Continue please.” Your voice was weak and it only drove Wooyoung crazier. He hummed, moving his face back to your dripping heat that was displayed so nicely before him. “I should warn you once I start, it’s hard to stop.” His hot breath teasing your soaked cunt. He licked up your slit collecting your juices on his tongue. “Fuck.” He muttered. “Especially when you taste this sweet.” With that he attached his mouth back on your aching pussy. Starting with bold licks between your folds, wanting to taste all of you. He ate you out like a starved man and you loved it. The moans falling past your lips were uncontrollable, never feeling a sensation so pleasurable in your life.

His lips wrapped around your neglected clit, sucking harshly wanting to hear your gasp. He chuckled against your pussy as he continued, his nose occasionally rubbing over the swollen nub. Your hands found their way into his hair again, this time tugging a lot rougher than before. He groaned against your cunt, sending waves of only pleasure up through your body.

He pulled away, this time using two fingers, collecting your juices on them. He moved up your body towards your mouth, “Open wide baby. You need to know how good you taste.” You obliged, opening your mouth for him. He inserted his two fingers into your mouth. You sucked his long, thin digits clean of all your essence groaning at the flavour. He was right, you did taste nice.

“See? I could eat your pussy all day if you’d let me.” He leaned down mumbling the words against your lips before placing a kiss on your mouth and returning to his position between your legs.

This time he entered those same two fingers into you. Your walls immediately squeezing around him. He smirked as he began thrusting the two fingers in and out of you. His pace was brutal, you could sense how eager he was becoming by the minute. “Holy shit Woo, please don’t stop” You moaned uncontrollably. You no longer had any sense of reality, just pleasure coursing through your body.

You felt a pit growing in your lower tummy, legs squeezing around Wooyoung's hand that was tucked between your thighs. He continued harshly thrusting his two fingers in and out of you, loving how much control he had over your body and your reactions.

You felt your orgasm coming on and so did he. He felt you clenching around his fingers as your high neared. Smirking, Wooyoung swiftly pulled his fingers out of your needy cunt. You whined at the loss of contact, eyebrows furrowed as you glared up at him.

“What the fuck?” Is all you managed to say. Wooyoung bursted into laughter at your reaction, loving how much he could affect you. “I didn’t want you having your first orgasm around my fingers! That’s what my cock is for silly.” He pinched your cheek, a smug look on his face.

You snapped back into reality with his words. You were now fully naked under your best friend, only a thin piece of fabric shielding him from being nude along with you. Wooyoung’s eyes travelled over your expression, trying to read your emotions.

“All good love? Would you like me to continue?” He asked, rubbing your cheek with his finger. Your soft skin against his. You evaluated his face for any signs of hesitation but he stopped you before you could say anything, “I’m beyond ready. Don’t worry about me doll, this is about you.” Leaning down he kissed you softly. It was filled with reassurance and love. He was your best friend for a reason, and you wholeheartedly trusted him.

You nodded, “I’m ready too. Just a bit nervous.” He nodded at your words.

“I’ll take it slow at first. Whatever you say goes.” He smiled before moving to remove his underwear. You sucked in a deep breath as he revealed his hard on to you. It was prettier than you imagined, not too intimidating. You let out a shaky breath making eye contact with him. He gave you a playful wink, positioning himself between your legs.

You placed your hands on his shoulders giving him a soft squeeze as a sign to continue. He lined himself up with your heat, slowly pushing himself inside you. He maintained eye contact the whole time, ensuring you were comfortable.

He noticed a furrow in your eyebrows as he was almost fully inside, stretching you in a way you’d never felt before. “Y/n? You’ve got to tell me how you’re feeling love.” His voice sounding weak. You nodded at him, “Good. Too good.” Was all you managed to say, too caught up with the delicious feeling of his cock stretching you open.

He smiled, “This is just the tip of the iceberg baby” he smirked bottoming out inside you. Your jaw dropped at the feeling, your head now thrown back onto the pillow behind you head. Your knuckles white from gripping Wooyoung’s shoulders. You heard his high pitched chuckle at your reaction. “I told you so” he wiggled his eyebrows, continuing his motions now pulling out fully before swiftly pushing himself back inside you.

He continued this watching as your face contorted in different ways. Your hands grabbing onto different parts of his body for support. Wooyoung leaned down leaving sloppy kisses all down your neck and jaw.

“Such a pretty girl for me. Letting me take your virginity? Fuck.” He kept muttering words to you, edging you on even more. “You’re doing such a good job baby. I’m so proud of you, I’m so fucking happy right now.” He continued, his thrusts picking up in speed and aggressiveness.

He was now snapping his hips into you wildly, only choked out moans leaving your mouth. “W-oo, go-d. So goo-d” Your words barely coherent to the man on top of you. But that didn’t matter, he knew exactly what you meant and that you were coming close to your orgasm.

“It’s okay pretty girl, cum for me. I want to feel your tight pussy around my cock, can you cum for me? Be a good girl for Wooyoung.” Your eyes now glued shut as you took everything in. His thrusts, his words, the pleasure building in your stomach. It was becoming too much for you to handle.

You came hard with a loud cry, pulling him down towards you. He continued fucking you through your orgasm, quickly following with his own. You felt your throbbing walls milking him of his warm cum, filling you in a way you couldn’t describe. It was addicting.

He struggled to hold himself above you as he caught his breath. You tugged on his shoulders and he lightly collapsed on top of your body. Your sweaty bodies getting stuck together.

You too struggled to catch your breath, feeling overwhelmed by everything that just happened.

After a minute of silent breathing, Wooyoung was the first to speak. “How are you? Do you need anything?” He lifted his head, eyes racking over your face and expression. You nodded softly, “water” you mumbled out. Your voice now raspy. He nodded, kissing your cheek before hoisting himself from bed. He threw on his boxers and disappeared into his kitchen.

He returned minutes later with a wet cloth and a glass of water. Handing you the water to drink as he cleaned you and himself up. He then tossed you one of his sleeping shirts before throwing himself into bed again. He pulled you down by the waist forcing you to lay facing him.

He spent a couple of seconds looking into your eyes before speaking, “So.. How was it? Did I live up to your expectations?”

You smiled at the man in front of you, “Yes. I had a very good time” you said with a giggle. You could feel your face. burning up. “Good,” he said with a smile, “I’m glad.”

“Can I ask you a question Woo?” You watched as his face contorted into confusion, “Of course. Shoot,” He waited.

“Well two questions actually.. One could we maybe, idk. Do this again sometime? Without it being all weird?” You whinced while asking, not wanting to make things awkward.

He smiled cockily, “Can’t get enough of me huh?” He joked before answering seriously, “We can do this as much as you’d like. That’s what friends are for, right?” he winked making you giggle.

“Okay. Now two.” You smiled.

He nodded in anticipation,

“Can we snuggle now? I’m sleepy.” You pouted, making him laugh. You felt your chest warm up at the sound.

“Come here dummy,” He joked pulling you into his chest.

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When You Take Him Bra Shopping ~ Ateez Reaction

Seonghwa:

You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched a fan scurry away, leaving Seonghwa stunned as he stood beside you down the aisle.

“Your face,” you teased, admiring how flustered Seonghwa was by your side.

“That’s going to be trending in ten minutes, I bet,” Seonghwa sighed, his shoulders shrugging as he looked away in the distance.

“It was a chance that you took here.”

A sigh escaped from Seonghwa, frustrated more by the wide grin that was etched upon your face. “You can stop enjoying the fact that I’ve been caught bra shopping with you too, it’s your fault that I’m here.”

“I’m sorry, you’re face right now is just making it impossible for me not to enjoy this.”

“Damn,” he mumbled, “my reputation, ruined.”

Your eyes rolled as Seonghwa murmured, “stop being so dramatic, I bet your fans might even like finding this out.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Seonghwa groaned, nudging your side. “They’re going to know that I’m whipped after this.”

“Well, you shouldn’t lie to your fans.”

Hongjoong:

Questionable eyes looked to Hongjoong in response to the unfamiliar silence that was following you around the aisles of bras.

“Are you alright?” You eventually asked Hongjoong, noticing how nervous he was.

“Me? Yeah…I’m fine,” Hongjoong stuttered, running his hand along his left arm as he tried to distract from his anxiousness.

“You don’t want to be here, right?”

A shy smile crept onto Hongjoong’s face in response to just how well you knew him. “It’s not really a place that I’ve shopped before, it’s not as if I’m much use when you’re the one looking for a bra either, right?”

“You can be a great use to me, why don’t you point out a bra around here that you like?”

“Really?” He quizzed, “you want my help?”

You hummed in reply as you took a hold of Hongjoong’s hand, “in a way these bras are being bought for you too if you think.”

“I guess that’s true,” Hongjoong sniggered. “Well, if you’re asking, there was one that caught my eye on the last aisle.”

“Come and show me which one.”

Yunho:

The sound of a snigger from behind you made you jump, head snapping around to look at Yunho who smiled innocently to you.

“Seriously?” You shrugged, staring at him in disbelief as another snigger came.

“I can’t help it,” he tried his best to explain to you, “it’s just weird to find myself in this position, it’s almost like a dream.”

“A dream to be bra shopping?”

Yunho nodded as you looked cluelessly back across at him, continuing to shop. “I bet if you asked pretty much any guy they would tell you that being here is like some sort of dream of heaven for them Y/N.”

“Sometimes it really scares me to think of the things that you daydream about at times.”

“I’m not that bad,” Yunho laughed, “I think.”

Your head shook as he encouraged you to continue browsing, “I didn’t think bra shopping would give you such a kick.”

“I’m just messing with you,” Yunho suddenly told you, “but it is still a little bit exciting to be around all of these bras.”

“Just stop talking about bras Yunho.”

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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.