Your Fan, Mingi (part 2)

Your fan, Mingi (part 2)

🎤 pairing: mingi x rapper!reader 🎤 genre: slice of life, mix of fluff and angst, music and the industry, slow burn 🎤 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if mingi was stanning you 🎤 wordcount: 3.3k 🎤 warnings/tags: language, reader is a rapper, reader is a tattooed queen, mingi and reader collaboration, album of the year, big concert, toxic fandom (but it is overcome:)), mingi support, reader is a shining star, comfort, celebrity, hongjoong is proud dad, studio energy, write angsty rap, power couple, new future, new home 🎤 a/n: Hi <3 this is part 2 for Your fan, Mingi!! Part 1 can be found here. From the bottom of my heart thank you so much for your support and care, and as always, I greatly appreciate any asks, reblogs and likes!

You trusted Hongjoong. He was one of the only idol artists who you clicked with and remained connected to, and you had no regrets. He never pushed any subject you were not comfortable with, nor did he really mention idol life outside of music, composition, production and lyric writing.

Through him you had gotten to know more about the idol life, and just what it took for such a talented and prominent fourth generation group to do world tours, to do fansign events, to always be there for fans and create fantastic music.

There had been a couple of times previously that Hongjoong had implied that it would be interesting to collaborate with you, but you had brushed it off.

You had no idea whether you, having the standing that you did in the music industry, would benefit or suffer from such a collaboration. For you the thought of potentially having to have official big-scale promotions and delving into the political side of the industry was more than unpleasant.

It was clear that had you signed any contract for officially making a track with Hongjoong, you likely would have had to play by his company's rules, maybe even have had to fit a particular concept.

This time, however, Hongjoong had unknowingly hit you in your weak spot. He mentioned Song Mingi.

When Hongjoong and you had a listening session together, with him and yourself sharing some tracks, both released and in the works, you had fixated on the other rapper's voice and flow.

He had a unique tone, and a way of incorporating off-beats and delays that made you inadvertently shake your head and make the classic 'damn this shit is good' face. The highest level of approval.

You had not hesitated in informing your friend that Mingi was a gem in his team, and that you were grateful to have had the chance to listen to him.

And of course Hongjoong was going to remember that until the end of time and employ that information against you.

The text was simple, but did not leave much room for negotiation. Not that you would have refused anyways.

<MC MINION> hey Mingi loves you and wants to record a cover of your track Dum Spiro Spero. You cool with that + got instrumental?

You had to admit, you had been hopeful that a day would come when you could meet Mingi, especially after you had spotted him in the audience at your recent concert.

You were too cool to let your glee show, instead launching into one of your more challenging openers. Did you want to impress him? Yes. Did you want to spell out that you liked him? No.

It was lucky that your fans did not recognise him, or were polite and respectful enough to pay no mind, nor alert anyone on social media. So, in peace you could enjoy giving him the occasional glance throughout the show and let your inner fangirl perform a victory dance as you noticed he was completely enchanted.

So without any further thought, you sit send on an offer for them to come over to your studio and to make something completely new together. Bureaucratic shit could wait for a second, you had some self-wingwoman-ing to do.

They had arrived at record speed, much to your delight. And to say that your heart skipped a beat when you locked eyes with Mingi would be an understatement. You were envious of the unbelievable boom-bap that it had produced, barely being able to contain yourself.

Mingi was the same. Shining like a thousand suns, he stretched his hand out to you and once you did the same, could not help but admire the tattoos that were peeking out from under the sleeve of your oversized hoodie.

In a spur of emotion he blurted out a series of compliments, his hand still holding onto yours, him melting as you chuckled and sent warm words right back.

While deciding what the track was going to be, Hongjoong had suddenly decided to volunteer himself into an exclusively producer role, saying something along the lines of "the track will just sound better that way trust me"... which could be taken two ways.

Mingi swooned a little at the thought that Hongjoong was literally waving a green flag for him to make a RAP DUET with you.

While you, interpreting it as a subtle jab at your productions skills, clasped your hands together, uttering a low, "1v1 me dude I dare you"

Never before did Mingi see Hongjoong so unsettled, his hands flittering over your equipment as he laughed nervously. But in a matter of seconds a sweet smile returned to your face as you leaned back in the chair and said "you know that we are both control freaks right? Wait- Mingi? You a control freak or just freaky?"

His face slowly started turning beet red as he looked to his captain for reassurance. It did not help that you addressed him informally, catching him off-guard completely. But he did not mind. In fact, he liked it. A lot.

And with that buzz motivating you, you Hongjoong and Mingi began to write lines, lay down beats, nearly crash Ableton a couple of times, hold a mini-concert on some Launchpads, and made sure to include a catchy hook, credit to Hongthoven being in the house.

It was totally different seeing you work. Just as you were sweet and mellow when chatting away to him or Hongjoong, you were the world's energy personified both in the booth and while guiding Hongjoong if there was something he could not find, since the set up was slightly different.

Mingi could not take his eyes off you as you were recording your parts. The way in which you were fully immersed in the story spoke volumes about your professionalism, and how well you added vocals to his parts made his heart flutter. He could not help but imagine how this could sound live.

He wanted to take this out of the booth and into the world. To be that rap duo that everyone wanted to hear. So once it was his turn, he gave it all.

You were in awe. He was even better than before, and matched you impressively well. He had even used some of your beloved techniques, and took a rhythmic pattern from your part to emphasise its importance. You could not help but lean over to Hongjoong, who was looking awfully similar to a Cheshire cat, and whisper:

"I need an album with this guy."

"He's all yours. Trust me, he'll break KQ down if you tell him."

Now it was your turn to blush. Who were you? A school girl? Maybe. Maybe on the inside there was a little school girl. You didn't mind though. Not one bit. You liked it. And though you were still one to want to keep that tough girl persona, you admitted you had a soft spot for the gentle giant.

After the first day of working on the track had gone incredibly well, Hongjoong and Mingi had taken straight to management to convince them that this was going to be a hit. Later that same night, on an hour-long zoom call with you, your agent, Hongjoong, Mingi and their management present, you had all agreed on terms and were ready to make the track official for future release.

You knew that this was likely going to involve a lot more publicity, and was going to be something new, but Mingi had highlighted, when the topic of promotions came up, that he did not want to follow a hardcore route, instead opting more for the few but highly sought after appearances. Hongjoong simply agreed.

It was obvious to you that Mingi was doing this out of consideration for you, and it did make you think that maybe he saw you as weak, but that evaporated once the call was done and he messaged you privately.

<MC Mango> Hey Y/N! Just wanted to say that I am so excited to be able to actually make this track with you! Feels like a dream haha

<you> Hi Mingi, likewise :) super cool stuff, you coming to the studio @ 10am tomorrow right?

<MC Mango> You know it! Also, what's your favourite food?

Well that was random, but you decided to answer anyways

<you> Nachos are life.

<MC Mango> RESPECT! Okay thank you :D

<you> You mysterious man... O_O

<MC Mango> See you tomorrow Y/N :) <3

<you> haha see you :) <3

His addition of the heart made your heart do flip flops. You really were getting too soft. So you put on your noise cancelling headphones, and in your best nature, turned up an aggressive hiphop and trap playlist.

And yet, thoughts of him did not want to leave, so instead, you returned to tweaking what you had recorded today, listening to his wonderful voice many times over.

After a few more days of the two ATEEZ members basically living in your studio (and Mingi bringing nachos for you because of that one text you sent), you were officially finished with the preparation of the track, having mastered it to the highest quality attainable, and after that, it was a big time rush to tie up all the loose ends for the set release.

The way that this one song scaled in terms of production was unprecedented, and compared to your lonely nights in the studio or at most, five people working on an album, you could not help but feel like you did not deserve this.

You felt like everything was being taken out of your control, and there were moments when you, quite literally, had no idea what was happening, neither with your song nor with what the bureaucrats had lined up for you. It was all simply too much. Too loud, too much like a hive.

So walked right into your studio, and got to writing.

The words came naturally to you, and it was your fingers that were struggling to keep up as you let loose on the pages in front of you. The message was simple enough, but it resonated. The feeling of realising that you will never really quite know a person, or the wide network of people who are connected to you.

Just as you were finishing up, you noticed that the second verse seemed to have a slightly different voice. One that was too similar to a certain tall rapper. Oh you were in deep.

You were alerted by a soft knock on the door, and looked up to see none other than Mingi, poking his head in, evidently worried. You could not be happier to see him.

"Hey, you weren't at KQ so I figured I could find you here. What's up? Can I come in?"

He asked, ever so gentle. As he ambled across the room upon shutting the door behind him, you noticed he had a plastic bag in his hands. After seeing your line of vision stop at the object, he raised it a little, explaining:

"I brought some fuel. There were these cool new fusion kimbap rolls launched, and I wanted to try them with you."

With you. The words repeated in your head. You thanked him, and patted the seat beside you. There was no need for you to explain why you were taking some time out, Mingi understood in a heartbeat.

The only thing that mattered to him was that you were still here, smiling, and more than happy to see him. Be with him.

You slid over the lyrics you had written for a still untitled rough idea, asking him for his opinion. Brows furrowed, he leaned over, closer to you.

"Oh this flows... nice... oh I really like that line. Wait why did you write 'Fix On'?"

"Guess."

"Wait, no way. Is this us?"

"Well... it could be?" you left the question hanging in the air. Silence fell upon the room as he looked deep into your eyes.

"This... is going to be THE BEST ALBUM EVER LET'S DO THIS!" he almost deafened you with his scream for joy as he jumped up from the chair, taking you with him and wrapping you up in a tight hug.

At first you were frozen, unsure of what in the world you were supposed to be doing, but as seconds passed and he was not planning on letting go, you chuckled and returned the embrace, rocking just a little.

Another spark passed between you as both of you felt that this was definitely going to be much more than just an album.

As days turned into weeks, and one song turned into a mini album, your interactions with Mingi also changed. Instead of just staying in the studio to work, you now spent hours on end in the space just staying together to chat. Initially sat opposite one another, but recently, intertwined in a cuddle on the couch, both of you looking at either your phone or his.

When Hongjoong was in the studio too, he was constantly eyeing both of you with a cheeky smirk.

It had already been five times that the rest of the members, led by Yunho, crashed the studio 'to see how things were going' and to 'see Mingi because they have not seen him in so long'. Soon enough that had also changed to 'you know what just take him forever he doesn't stop talking about you anyways'.

Though you had not made it official yet, everything was progressing in that direction. Both him and you were evolving thanks to your collaboration, and had only one wish: for this to never end.

Mingi had helped you familiarise yourself with official photoshoots, and you had given him freestyling tricks for 'the future'.

Once the mini album dropped, it seemed that everything you knew combusted.

Initially, your fans, those fans who you held so dear and worked tirelessly for, were pouring in with nothing but disappointment and hatred. You were appalled. It was also obvious that they had not listened to any of the tracks, and they were just displeased that now you were 'searching for the mainstream, sucking up to popular culture and losing yourself'.

It would be a lie to say you did not spend nights after the release in tears, instead of celebrating. Hiding in your beloved studio, you could not stop yourself from composing sad track after sad track, trying to find an outlet for your anguish. You knew you should not have done this. You knew you should not have loved.

You did not answer Mingi's calls, nor his messages, but when he bust through the door, misty-eyed and crying out your name, you collapsed into his arms as he comforted you, promising you that he would always be there. No matter how hard things seemed.

Once you had calmed down, he took out his phone and started showing you some screenshots. Then went on Twitter, and then even searched up articles related to your collaboration. He wanted to show you that there was a different side to the story.

And oh how bright it was.

ATINY were overwhelmingly positive about this surprise release, praising both Mingi's and your talents, and diving into searching for more of your content.

You read the critics raving about each track, especially the first one, which you had made into the title track.

The public was calling for this to be in concert. On a show. Anywhere where they could feel this live. You took Mingi's hand and slipped your fingers through his, and he responded by bringing you closer, kissing your cheek.

"And finally, take a look," and he showed you one more page. Your social media page. With the follower count unlike anything you have ever seen before, even though you had experienced a crash just a few days ago. And a flood of comments of appreciation and gratitude. In that moment, you returned to Mingi, and pulled him into a hope-filled kiss.

It was interesting doing promotions as a new couple. Though you had not revealed the relationship, multiple public figures had commented on your 'unique chemistry' and 'what seemed to be musical telepathy'.

On a couple of shows onto which you had agreed to go, (given the condition that Mingi would be there too) you shined. Initially you were irked by their requests that you covered up your tattoos, but as it turned out, long-sleeved, form fitting turtlenecks and modern cyber and industrial wear quickly became your signature.

Your agent was ecstatic at your rise in popularity, and was now almost always on new phone calls, even negotiating with some brands who wished to do advertising with you.

And Mingi, well, he was falling in love with you more and more, as you shined brighter and brighter. During a small break in your promotions to accommodate ATEEZ's pre-filming, he continuously messaged you and even invited you onto the film set, where you had the chance to mingle more with the staff.

You had gotten to know a lot of them closely, even recognising some from the time of initial preparations for your album with Mingi, and took no time to present them with small thank you gifts, and helping them out when you could.

Their attitude towards you also softened, with one of the younger interns admitting that initially, she had perceived you as a much scarier and stricter figure, and after hearing some rumours. To this, you responded with a light-hearted laugh, and thanked her for the honestly.

How glad you were that Mingi had snuck out to see you that day, and that serendipity had brought you a friend in the form of Hongjoong.

Fast-forward a couple of months, and you were having the largest-scale concert of your career. Before, it used to be within the hundreds at most, the highest profile one having approached one thousand.

But now, there were a few thousand voices, all chanting your name. The venue was sold out in record time, and the first batch of merch that you had designed, with Mingi cheering you on in the background, was nearly sold out. The concert merch too, had been swept off the stalls.

It was exhilarating. You were alive. Before, it was you breathing life into the audience, sharing your energy with them, connecting to them and lighting up the room. But now, the exchange was mutual, and in some moments, you were flabbergasted at the pulsating force of the crowd. They were there for you. They were cheering for you. They knew your words by heart and were overjoyed to be in this time and space with you.

You were on the extended platform connected to the main stage that went further into the audience. A peninsula, surrounded by a sea of shimmering glow and the wonderful people attending. It was time for you to perform the title track of your and Mingi's album. You were seated on one of the two stools that were right in the centre of the 'peninsula'. One single spotlight on you.

The crowd roared, signaling Mingi's approach in the darkness. You felt his back press against yours, his heartbeat steady, giving you rhythm, giving you reassurance. While your microphones were still off, but he moved his away just in case, you heard him whisper to you quick words of adoration, and a cheerful 'let's do this'.

In this wide world, you had always thought that keeping your circle small, your fanbase small, and your music inaccessible was the only way to preserve identity. But you had grown. You had now understood that you had been selfish, denying those who wanted to dream the opportunity to do so.

Now on the stage, together with the love of your life and with the universe surrounding you, you were truly alive, and truly an artist.

Be The Light (Part 1)

pairing: halateez (ot8) x reader

genre: Dystopian AU, angst, some fluff maybe, based off of ATEEZ's lore

wc: 4.2k+

warnings: language. violence. this is set in strictland. major character death. LOTS OF ANGST. Mentions of food. Let me know if I missed anything.

summary: You lost them, then found them again. And now that freedom is so near, you fear losing them once again.

a/n: I chose violence on the very first day of the year.

Tumblr is based on a system of reblogs, not likes. Please reblog my work. Feedback is always appreciated. Happy New Year!

OUR WORLD IS PERFECT AS LONG AS THERE ARE NO CRACKS.

FEELINGS ARE A WEAKNESS.

EMOTIONS ARE DISEASE.

WE WANT TO PROTECT YOU ALL.

DO NOT DOUBT US.

DO NOT QUESTION.

ALL OF THIS IS FOR YOU.

Z’s voice booms across the vast expanse of Sector 1. You keep your hood up and head down as you make your way through the streets, your mask hiding your displeasure when you see the blank expressions on the citizens’ faces.

The city itself is a reflection of Z’s ideology. Metal and cement dot the skyline, and each building reaching up to the sky has sharp angles. From a distance, they look like spikes emerging out of the ground, punctuated by the airships that hover close to the tops of the tallest buildings. The city is lifeless and grey, as soulless as the citizens that inhabit it.

You halt in your tracks when you see an Android Guardian in your path ahead and slip into a desolate street, gravel crunching underneath your boots as you take the longer route to the base. Flyers with HALATEEZ’s symbols have been pasted haphazardly, and the inaccurate descriptions on each make you laugh. You snatch one meant for Hongjoong from a wall, crumpling it up in your pocket. You’re sure your eight friends will have a field day when they see it.

Ever since The Movement spread in the other sectors, the hold the government had on the citizens has loosened. But Sector 1 is still under their stronghold. In light of the most recent victory, the government had quadrupled its efforts in a desperate attempt to regain control over the population. That effort included trying to capture the leaders of the rebellion that the government had fondly dubbed HALATEEZ. You’d taken on the name, using it to spread your cause further.

“All forms of art are prohibited. Those engaging in art, dance, music, or film will be treated as offenders and will be penalized.”

You roll your eyes at the announcement, “Next, they’ll be telling us to stop breathing. Breathing is a sin. Offenders will be fried with bullets.”

You hear a snicker from behind you and whirl around, your leg stopping mere centimeters away from a hooded person. You can’t see his face, but the ring-clad hand that had stopped your incoming kick is familiar.

“Wooyoung!” You hiss at the wide-eyed boy who’s pouting at you, “How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me? I could’ve broken your nose!”

“I think he has a pain fetish,” Jongho appears out of the shadows, smirking at the older boy’s appalled expression.

“Hey,” he whines. “Just because I once said I was attracted to Hongjoong hyung when he was rough with me doesn’t mean I have a fetish!”

“What are you two doing here?” You ask, talking over Wooyoung’s complaints. They flank your sides as if it’s second nature, and you resume your journey to the dilapidated building you’ve called home for the last couple of months.

“While surveying the general area, Yeosang saw that Z has stationed more Android Guardians around the route you’d take to come back,” Jongho whispers. “So we agreed to get you.”

The three of you slip into the shadows when you hear an approaching vehicle, and you hide just in time as the very next moment, a tank ambles past the street. The three of you wait for a few moments before Wooyoung steps out, his hand stretched behind him to signal you to stay hidden just in case. It’s not until he gives you the green light that you and Jongho join him.

“They were very eager to get out of the base,” your earpiece crackles to life, and Yeosang’s voice filters in. The amused lilt causes your own lips to curl at the corners.

“You can stay inside for so long before you get bored,” Jongho shrugs in reply.

“I just dropped by to let you know that the main entrance is close to the new checkpoint. So, take the back street when you get back.” Despite his monotonous tone, you catch the edge of worry in his words. You know he always worries, having lost his family in the new regime. It wasn’t until he found his childhood friend Wooyoung and joined The Movement that he regained some of his old snark.

“Noted, Yeo. Thanks for giving us a heads-up,” you murmur, following Jongho as he jumps over the fallen debris of a newly destroyed building and ducks beneath the boulder balanced between the balconies of two skyscrapers.

You breathe a sigh of relief when you spot the camouflaged entrance tucked behind an unassuming barricade. With a quick glance around to ensure no one is watching, you enter the base, closely followed by the two boys.

“Hongjoong was right,” you announce when you’re in the private area, catching the attention of the six boys scattered around. Unlike the common area where everyone who is part of The Movement is allowed, this space was only accessible to the nine of you. “It’ll take more than just a disturbance to execute the plan in the capital. There are Android Guardians everywhere, and that damned audio keeps playing 24/7.”

“It’s a desperate attempt to regain control,” Yunho smirks from where he had been engaged in a dance battle with San. “They won’t know what hit them by the time we’re done with the plan.”

“We’re as prepared as we can be,” Mingi rests his hand on your shoulder, easing some of your worries. But you can’t help but fear for everyone’s safety. This isn’t like the other plans, you’re dealing with the heart of the problem, and it won’t be easy. All of you will be in danger this time around.

“Now, now. Why do you look so sad? You’re our light. As long as you keep shining, we’ll all find our way back to you,” Seonghwa walks up to you, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Out of all eight of them, Seonghwa is still the one whose soft edges haven’t hardened, even though he’s the one who suffered the most under the Strictland government. His empathy always amazes you, and you’ve always felt that he’s the perfect balance to Hongjoong’s hardness. After all, being the Captain, the latter cannot afford to be lenient, not until you’ve gained freedom.

“You promise?” Your voice sounds fragile even to you, causing everyone to soften visibly.

“I promise,” Hongjoong places his palm on the left side of his chest, directly over his heart, and tilts his head at you. His gaze is sincere, but there’s something else that swims in his caramel eyes, and for the first time since you have known him, you cannot read his gaze. You’ve known him since before Z took over, and Hongjoong took you under his wing once The Movement was in place. Even though Seonghwa is his second-in-command, you command the same level of respect as the Captain.

It isn’t long before everyone heads to bed, wanting to be well-rested before the last leg of your plan is executed tomorrow. You, however, stay in the room, gazing out of the crack of the blacked-out window until dusk gives way to the familiar darkness. Sometime later, you hear the door click open once again.

“Can’t sleep?” San’s voice is quiet, and his footsteps even quieter as he makes his way to the ledge where you’re seated. Quiet as a cat, he settles in front of you, resting his chin over his knees while his arms curl against his legs. The image of your cause’s deadliest assassin curled up like a cat is amusing, to say the least.

“I’ll head to bed soon,” you shrug, going back to looking out of the crack. The stars are out now, and maybe, after tomorrow, all of you will be free to relish the beauty of the night sky and everything else that the world has to offer.

“The darkness isn’t so bad, is it? Especially when the stars are out in the night sky. It makes me truly wonder if we’re the only ones out there,” you muse quietly.

“We’re not,” his voice is filled with so much conviction that it surprises you. You turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow, and he scrambles to explain. “I mean, there are so many stars out there. There must be other worlds as well. And don’t forget about Hongjoong’s theory of there being other universes.”

His words bring back images of the two of you sitting on the roof of Hongjoong’s childhood home as you gazed up at the sky with his father’s telescope. He had taught you everything about astronomy. On one such night, a few weeks before the world fell into Z and his Android Guardian’s hands, Hongjoong had shared his theory with you.

“I read in one of my father’s books about parallel universes.”

“Parallel universes?” You echoed, confused as to what he meant.

Hongjoong hummed, “They are alternative worlds that are similar to ours but also have some fundamental differences. In some of them, other versions of us exist but lead vastly different lives.”

“So, like, in another universe, you might be a pirate raging the deadly seas and fighting monsters?”

He barked out a laugh at your words, “A very vivid example, but, yes, something like that.”

“It sounds like magic,” you mused. “Though magic doesn’t exist.”

“It does.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“Magic is what you do to make the outcome you desire to become a reality,” he replied, smiling when a huge grin spread on your face at his words.

Even after the world was turned upside down, Hongjoong hadn’t stopped searching for a way to contact other universes. In fact, he doubled his efforts, hoping to find someone out there who would help to overthrow Z’s government.

“I wonder what I’m doing in another universe,” you wonder as you recall Hongjoong’s words from long ago. Maybe you are gazing at the stars there as well, but maybe you’re happier there. Maybe you live in a world that’s free of constant surveillance and fear.

“I don’t know about that, but I’m sure you light up the world in all other universes as well,” San’s eyes twinkle like the sky above as he gazes at you with a fond smile on his face. “You’ve been our light in this darkness, and I hope that you’ll be our light in the future as well.”

“Why does it seem like you’re saying goodbye?” You narrow your eyes at him, fear rising like a tidal wave within you.

“I’m not saying goodbye. We promised that we are not going anywhere, didn’t we? We’ll see each other in the New World after tomorrow, and then we can finally rest.” His eyes are ablaze as if he truly believes that they’ll come back to you, their light.

But even then, you can’t help but feel like you’re missing a very important piece in the puzzle.

“The Captain has been spotted!” You hear someone shout and hide behind a pillar as scores of Android Guardians run past you. Your heart hammers in your chest in worry before you stop short. The Guardians are going in the wrong direction; the last time you checked, Hongjoong was near the factory to the south of Sector 1 and not in the North, where the main warehouse is.

You take out the smartwatch Yeosang had designed for you and watch the eight dots light up the screen. Seven of them are in the south, at the heart of the government, but one of them is in the North. Your eyes go wide when you see the name against the dot. San.

“Now,” Yeosang’s steely voice sounds through your earpiece, and suddenly the world descends into chaos.

“People! Open your eyes for our lives! Keep your mind! Now is the time for freedom if we try! Listen, look, write! OPEN YOUR EYES!” Hongjoong’s voice intercepts Z’s message that is being played on loop. “One ray of light will be enough, just follow me. It is time.”

Then as if on cue, music starts blaring through the speakers, the familiar bass hammering in time with your heart. The citizens gaze in awe at the flashing screens where The Movement’s message is playing. But you don’t pay attention to any of it because right now, you can feel nothing but fury.

You should have known. San and Seonghwa’s cryptic words. The way Mingi and Jongho were unable to meet your eyes at breakfast. Wooyoung and Yeosang’s unnaturally stoic expressions. Yunho’s silence. Hongjoong’s unreadable gaze. You should have known.

You remember how two weeks ago when the nine of you were in a meeting, and Hongjoong had said it.

“What if one of us becomes the decoy, baiting the guardians to go in the wrong direction?”

You had shut down the idea fairly quickly, not wanting to risk any of the boys’ for the cause. But you had never thought they would plan this behind your back. You swallow the bitter taste of betrayal, turning to follow the soldiers when someone grabs your arm and presses you against the wall with their hand covering your mouth.

Hongjoong’s familiar eyes peek from beneath the hood as you try to squirm out of his hold. But he’s stronger than you, always has been, and you would have to hurt him badly to get out of his hold. Despite your anger, you do not want to wound him.

The mere thought of San getting captured and tortured is enough for you to sink into the depths of despair. He may be strong, but no one can win against battalions of Android Guardians. With the Captain’s armband, they won’t stop until they have him. A sob erupts from your lips faster than you can even register the tears spilling from your cheeks onto Hongjoong’s hand. 

“Y/N,” the earpiece clicks to life with San’s voice. He’s breathless, and you can hear the wind rushing past as he runs from those who are chasing him. Your stomach twists in fear as you close your eyes, blocking out everything but his voice, “I’m sorry, but this was the only way. There’s a small something for you in your room just in case.”

He omits the ‘I don’t make it’, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he means. The idiot has always been too soft-hearted, always ready to sacrifice himself just to keep everyone safe.

“San,” you manage to choke out when Hongjoong’s hand slips from its place over your lips. “Please, don’t. Don’t do it— We’ll find another way, just, please. I can’t—”

You hear San’s breath hitch at the agony in your voice, “I’m sorry, my light. I’d do anything to keep you safe, and right now, this is the only thing that will keep them off your tracks. I’ll be okay. I’m a fast runner. We needed a distraction, and I agreed, don’t hold it against them.”

You hear an explosion, and San’s gleeful voice tells you that he has destroyed the main warehouse that houses all weapons. But the very next moment, you catch a soft curse, and then there’s a gunshot and a sharp intake of breath. Fear returns in full force, slamming into you like a tsunami.

“San?! What’s wrong?” You scream into the comm device. “Are you okay? What was that sound?”

“Hongjoong hyung will explain everything,” he manages to say between coughs. “Listen to him, okay? Remember, be the light.”

“SAN! NO!”

But your voice doesn’t go through; someone had cut off the connection, ensuring that they wouldn’t trace the comms back to you. The very next moment, you hear alarms and the panicked voices of your comrades.

“RETREAT,” Seonghwa’s voice is firm as he commands everyone. “Don’t look back, just go. We’ll regroup later.”

“Hyung,” Yeosang is next, and you realize he’s using the private channel to talk to you and Hongjoong. “The six of us won’t make it out of the building. They knew we would be here. San has been captured. They're after you, you need to take them to a safe place and tell them about Plan B. Stay safe, my light.”

There are a few crackles, and then the device falls silent. You’ve lost signal, and when you see the seven dots on your smartwatch turn red, your legs give way. You crumple onto the gravel, sobs wracking your body even as the world falls into despair around you. You can’t seem to care about the fact that if you stay here, you’d be captured too. What’s the point of it all when your family has been destroyed by the very forces you are fighting.

It’s only when Hongjoong kneels before you and brings you into his embrace that the ringing in your ears quietens a bit, allowing you to hear the sounds of the fight raging around you. You hate how much power he has over you, his mere touch grounding you to reality. You want to be angry at him, hit him into the next century. But you can’t, and you hate yourself for it. Hongjoong presses something into your hands but stops you from looking at it by keeping your face pressed into the crook of his neck.

“Listen to me very carefully,” his tone leaves no space to disobey, so you nod. “We had an inkling that this would happen, so we made another plan. I’ve been in contact with a group of people from another dimension of sorts, and they agreed to help you out in case something happens to the eight of us. They know the risks, and it took me a lot to convince them to agree to this. In four days, when the moon is full, use the Cromer to bring them here. Trust them. And if you can’t trust them, trust my decision to bring them here. I promise everything will be okay. I’ll find my way back to you. If not in this lifetime, then I’ll see you on the other side.”

The next thing you know, Hongjoong is pressing a cloth to your nose, and the sweet smell of chloroform hits you. You struggle fruitlessly against him, your movements slowing down as the chemical takes effect. The last thing you feel before darkness envelops you is a feather-light press of lips on your forehead.

When you come to, you’re engulfed in darkness. It’s so heavy and all-encompassing that, for a moment, you wonder if you have gone blind. You’re lying on your back, waiting for your eyes to adjust so you can figure out where you are. A shiver runs down your spine when you notice that you can’t hear anything. For the first time since Z has taken over, the world is silent.

It takes all you have to not start hyperventilating then and there. Trying to focus on breathing while there’s a pounding headache is harder than you had assumed it would be. Through the haze of your senses, you assess the state of your body. Nothing hurts except for the raging headache you have, and you seem to have no injuries. You focus on making sure each of your body parts is in one piece, following the checklist Seonghwa had hammered into you early on in your training.

Seonghwa.

His name brings the memory of what happened to the front of your consciousness, and you find yourself drowning in the realization of how you had ended up here. The gravity of the situation you are in settles onto your shoulders. You sit up, suddenly unable to breathe.

The clutter of something falling is what snaps you back into reality, and you wipe your tears to see what it is. An hourglass lies on its side, glowing an unearthly blue. You blink once, twice, before realizing this is what Hongjoong had pressed into your hands.

The Cromer.

Hands trembling, you reach out to hold it, the device feeling warm in your hands. You know how it works, having come across Hongjoong’s notes in his office. When you questioned him, he had explained to you in detail. 

“It works according to the moon phases. During a full moon, the ones who have the Cromer can travel from one dimension to the other. While during a crescent moon, you can deliver messages through dreams.”

You sigh, looking down at your wrist, and see that all eight dots have disappeared. Choking back a sob, you press a button on your smartwatch that bathes you in bright light. You’re thankful now that Mingi insisted on Yeosang adding a flashlight to these things. Assessing your surroundings now that it isn’t dark, you realize Hongjoong brought you to one of the secret hideouts that leads to a tunnel that opens directly into his office. You’re thankful that he had enough presence of mind even while being hunted down to give you this one last thing. He knew you’d not want to face the members of The Movement tonight.

Our Light,

We’re sorry that we broke our promise. We’re sorry that we couldn’t make it back to you. For what it’s worth, we hope you know that we tried our best.

We hope our Captain was able to tell you about Plan B and that you will be able to bring them to our universe. They’re nice guys, not as nice as us, but they’ll have to do now that we won’t be able to protect you.

Don’t be too sad, okay? Don’t let this obstacle dim your light. Keep shining. Keep leading The Movement. Keep bringing joy into other people’s lives. We believe in you. We’ll be watching over you from the stars. Take care of yourself.

Thank you for bringing all of us together, for giving us love, and for lighting up our world.

Be The Light.

Yours Forever,

HALATEEZ.

1. Eat and sleep on time. Don’t skip meals. And stay hydrated, little one. I am sorry I couldn’t find my way back to you, and I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you or the others. Please don’t cry, okay? I can’t stand your tears. Thank you for giving me a family once again. I love you. —Seonghwa

2. I have never been good with expressing my emotions, but I am always thankful that you were by my side throughout all these years. Thank you for enabling me before and after our world changed and for staying even when I was being difficult. I love you, always have, and always will. I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me for allowing San to do this. —Hongjoong

3. Shortie, thank you for pushing me to dance again. I had been working on a choreography for you. The recording is in one of the memory cards lying around in Hongjoong hyung’s drawer. Watch it when you miss us, okay? And don’t you dare shed tears for us; we don’t deserve it, not after we broke our promise to you. —Yunho

4. Every single day since you found Woo and I, I’ve thanked my stars that you were the one who came across us. Thank you for being kind even when I acted out and was a handful during the first few months. Thank you for not giving up on me. Don’t give up now. See that our cause is brought to fruition. Maybe one day we’ll meet each other, and you can tell us all about your stories from the New World. —Yeosang

5. I think you’ve figured out by now that I was saying goodbye last night. And if you are reading this it means I wasn’t fast enough of a runner to come back to you. It was my choice to be the decoy. Please forgive us for going behind your back like that. I’m sorry. I’m so, so, sorry for the pain I have caused you. Keep shining bright. —San

6. I don’t think I’ve ever truly thanked you for everything you did for me. So, here I am, telling this to you as I write my last words to you. I hope it doesn’t come to that, but if it does, just know that I’m really glad I met you in this life. Thank you. Stay safe, and keep shining. —Mingi

7. I wish I could’ve been a part of the New World with you, but unfortunately, that isn’t the case anymore. I won’t be there to protect you, so please, take care of yourself. I’m sorry that we broke our promise to you, but I’m sure we’ll find our way back to you in some form or other. —Jongho

8. Pretty sure the others’ words will make you cry, so here I am to brighten up your day as usual. There’s cake in the fridge, please eat it because I took a lot of pains to find fresh ingredients in this place. I can’t believe these people live like this. You should teach them how to cook food once you bring Z down. Carry us in your heart always. —Wooyoung

A laugh bubbles up in your chest, erupting even as tears trickle down your face. Trust Wooyoung to be the clown even when writing a goodbye letter. You curl up against the sheets on Seonghwa’s bed, grieving for your loss. You allow yourself tonight to break apart, consumed by the grief of losing your family. But tomorrow, when the sun rises, you’ll rise with it, once again assuming the role of The Movement’s Light.

a secret career (seonghwa x reader)

pairing :seonghwa x reader

established relationship, fluff, school teacher reader!, business man seonghwa!, older seonghwa, older reader,

rating : for all!

word count : 3.2k

synopsis: You’ve been belittled by others when you told them you were a school teacher. And with Seonghwa and your new relationship, you decided to keep it to yourself, until further notice. 

warnings: I am not an elementary school teacher and I do not have the experience of being a school teacher so I would like to apologize if this might romanticize this specific career or have some false statements. 

You were going through papers and papers, looking at the work and response of your little 2nd graders. It was a Tuesday night and the last thing you wanted to do was grade these papers. Your legs were up on the couch with a blanket that draped over your belly. The papers were gathered in piles on the coffee table in front of you and they piled up one by one into stacks that you labeled as graded and not graded.  

You absolutely dreaded nights like this because all you wanted to do was facetime your boyfriend and talk about your guy’s days. It was only a few months in this new profound relationship, but you knew how different and special it felt. Dating, before you hit 25, felt like a constant hit or miss with all these immature men and boys you found on dating sites and even at work. But dating now, or maybe dating him, was beyond anything you wished for as a young woman.

He was mature, respectful, and was always gentle with every topic, idea, and even event that was suggested. He had a stable career at a world-renowned company, and even became team manager at the age of 28. He had a good apartment and even a car he started leasing. And as much as he told you about his career and lifestyle, you kept yours a secret from him. Well at least for now.  

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Slumber party~ | ATEEZ AU

multiple choice ending (in progress <3, teasers at end!)

Synopsis: you’re best friends with yunhos sister and after a night out he came to pick you up and bring you back to his shared college dorm with 7 other guys :’)

Content warning: motherly seonghwa, struggling with food due to busy schedule (y/n) suggestive/smut throughout the endings

Ft: Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho, Y/N and Seoah (OC, yunhos sister)

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“Mingi you’re actually so GOD awful at this game” wooyoung teased, beating the older at Mario kart on one of the weekly game nights the boys held in their dorm.

hongjoong on the other hand was up and pacing around the dorm. “Where is yunho?” He questioned, arms crossed and brows furrowed. Seonghwa giggled over the stove of food he was preparing, “it’s been dark for hours he should have been back ages ago.”

“I’m sure he’s fine~ he’s a big boy.” seonghwa teased back at him with a cheeky smile on his face.

Just as joong checked his watch for the 1000th time the jingle of keys finally let yunho back home.

“Where have you be-“ hongjoong turned to scream his lungs out, only to be stopped by the presence of guests that yunho had brought with him.

Hongjoong paused entirely, looking you up and down cautiously. Average length wavy hair, bright eyes, very small..

You shrunk back behind yunho feeling his eyes burning all over you. Thankfully you were able to relax slightly due to the loud crashing noises of yunhos younger sister, seoah, your best friend, bumbling through the door.

“Sorry I had to pick up these two from the city, I hope it’s okay they crash here I’ll just throw them in my room and sleep out here, you won’t even know they’re here I promise I’ll take care of everythi-“ yunho rambled on, covering as many bases as he possibly could in one sentence.

“Of course it’s fine. Calm down yunho, come in girls~” Seonghwa clutched onto yunhos shoulder, comforting him as the nicer, less threatening/judgemental parental figure in the dorm.

Eventually you crept past hongjoong following seoah to her brothers room, staring at the ground, trying not to trip out of fear of hongjoong. Yunho followed you both and showed you into his room. He pulled out some more blankets for the two of you so you don’t have to share and helped make you feel more comfortable there.

“Feel free to come and hang out with us in the living room y/n, I’m sure seoah has already gone to oogle san.” You giggled, not knowing that yunho was in on his sisters little crush that you had heard about non-stop, he smiled a soft smile watching you loosen up infront of him. “Thank you yunho, I’ll be out in a bit.” He nodded and left to go join the others.

You sat on the edge of his bed a took in a deep breath. It wasn’t the first time you’d been around all the guys but some of them clearly need a bit more time to get comfortable with you. You changed out of your going out clothes into something more comfortable and placed on your glasses before heading back into the living room.

“Omigoshh sannieee you’re so gooddd~~~~ my gamer boyyy~~” seoah crooned, spread over san on a couch full of other guys. Wooyoung only giggled watching his attempts to politely get her off and continue playing the game which, despite what seoah may say, he was not winning.

You walked into the room quietly, sporting sweats a comfortable tshirt and some fluffy socks. You found a seat next to jongho, due to your similar age you’d spoken a little before and you were pretty happy to spend time together by now.

“Hey.” He smiled up at you as you tiptoed over yeosang crossed legged on the floor. “Hi.” You sweetly exclaimed as you crashed into the couch. “How are you? How’s school been?” He asked, leaning on one hand giving you his full attention. “I’m okay~ School is tiring like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve been doing two shows side by side and we have to rehearse all the time and even during lunch so I haven’t really been eating properly and all these things pile up yann-“

“YOU HAVEN’T BEEN EATING?!!?!”

Seonghwa whipped his head around basically only hearing the mention of you not getting lunch, oven mitts on each hand as he held a steaming pot of ramen. Mingi paused the game at the commotion now all eyes were on you, hidden in jonghos side as best as you could possibly manage.

“Oh yeah, we normally have lunch together EVERY day but I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Seoah chimed in, now sat in sans lap arms slung around the back of his neck. You felt bad coming in uninvited and now being the centre attention on their games night .

“Y/n come and eat now honey you have to look after yourself~~” seonghwa ushered you over, coming to get you from jonghos grasp. “I don’t wanna take food away from you all we didn’t even tell you we were coming-“ you chimed in now being dragged through yeosang over to the dining table, “oh please look at the size of those two, they’re big and strong they can wait a few more minutes.” He said pointing at mingi and yunho on the other couch, “honestly I don’t know if I can-“ mingi chimed in fluttering his eyelashes at the table full of food. Hongjoong shushed him as seonghwa showed you to a plate and all the food he had prepared.

“Take whatever you want and let me know if there’s anything else you might want, no pressure, I just want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.” He said quietly to you. You nodded and began piling different meats and veggies onto your plate, mingi quickly rushed by your side to do the same, shooting you a large boxy smile.

You sat down on the floor now with jjong and yeosang so you could have access to the coffee table and each other’s food. You shared tteokbokki and laughed as wooyoung and hongjoong played super smash bros.

Once you’d finished your meal you began to pile up all the plates and took them over to the sink- “y/n/l/n if you don’t go and rest right now I swear I will tell seonghwa.” Yunho threatened following behind you, pulling up his sleeves and putting on some pink rubber gloves ready to wash the dishes. you giggled at his threat nodding your head and scurrying back over to the couch.

“Y/n would you like to have a go on the switch with me?” San offered finally being free from seoah, somehow, for the first time that evening.

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🐿️ hongjoong ending (we shouldn’t be doing this)

⭐️ seonghwa ending (I’ll look after you baby~)

🐶 yunho ending (best friends older brother<3)

👑 yeosang ending (friends to lovers)

🏔️ san ending (up all night/gam3 bo1)

🐺 mingi ending (secret lovers/size difference)

🦊 wooyoung ending (2 kids -taemin)

🐻 jongho ending (experimental love)

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an: basically what had happened WAS, I planned on writing this fic about one particular member ;) and then i remembered that I’m actually in love with all of these pirate mfs and I want all of them so bad so I’m gonna give them all an ending~~ *cheering* anyways, I hope you enjoy <3 any feedback is appreciated! hopefully I’ll get round to them all quickly :) love you!!

CHAPTER ONE — DEATH WISH

lavender blood || park seonghwa

pairing: gn!reader x god of death!seonghwa

word count: 1,144

a/n: i appreciate all the love even before this fic had officially started! nothing goes unappreciated and it all means the world to me! i hope i can reach your expectations even just slightly! feedback is welcomed and appreciated, even thoughts/conspiracies on what you think is going to happen! everything i write is there for a reason and everything is chosen carefully! every scene holds a lot more meaning even its later on — with that being said, enjoy reading!! x

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precious

camboy!yeosang x afab reader

genre: smut

synopsis: you stumbled upon your best friend yeosang on a cam site and your curiosity got the best of you. next time you saw him, it was hard to erase the image of him pleasing himself for you.

word count: 3.2k

warnings & 18+ content below the cut

warnings: masturbation, voyeurism, use of 'precious' as a nickname, blowjob, fingering, dom!yeosang, sub!reader, unprotected sex (no mention of protection)

So far, your night was pretty boring. You had absolutely nothing to do. Currently, you were just browsing aimlessly through miscellaneous websites. You looked at some of your favorite clothing websites and watched a couple Youtube videos. Now, you were just totally bored of it all. Then, you remembered your friend told you about cam sites. They had originally mentioned it as a way to make a little extra money if you wanted it. You thought it was a pretty outlandish concept for you to get into, so you just brushed it off. But now, you were quite bored and became a little curious as to what these sites even looked like. So, you decided to go ahead and look at what they were like.

It was a little overwhelming at first. Thumbnails of other people’s livestreams of them in compromising positions, using toys and things on themselves. You clicked on a few rooms to see what went on. It ranged from people just sitting and interacting with the people typing in chat, to people pleasuring themselves. Some were even doing some strip teases to music. It was a lot. Thinking more about you doing it yourself was making you feel more overwhelmed. You had absolutely no idea what you would even do or if you would even be good at it.

Just as you were about to close out of the site, you saw something that made your heart stop. “Is that….Yeosang?” you whispered out loud to yourself. You held your breath as you moved your cursor over to the link of the livestream. Without even thinking about it further, you clicked it. Once you were there, your eyes were met with Yeosang wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing boxers underneath them so it was leaving very little up to the imagination.

You sat there in disbelief. Your best friend did cam shows and…he looked so fucking hot. His abs on display and hand palming at his dick in his sweatpants. His hair slightly stuck to his forehead with sweat as he riled himself up more and more with his touches. You bit your lip as you squeezed your legs together. You wanted him to just pull his dick out and start stroking it for you but, one thing you did know about these sites was, you had to pay for more.

In a moment of pure desperation to see more, you donated a small bit of money using the screen name ‘precious1024’. You attached a message to the donation that read, ‘Touch yourself for me baby’. A grin spread on Yeosang’s face as he read it, “You want me to touch myself for you, precious?”. Your face heat up slightly at his deep voice saying those words. Completely unaware of what him calling you ‘precious’ would do to you.

Next thing you knew, he pulled his cock out from his sweatpants and began stroking it. You started rubbing your thighs together subconsciously in an attempt to get more contact. Soft moans started coming out of Yeosang and it was making your head spin. “Fuck…” you whispered to yourself as you began to take off your pants. Part of you couldn’t believe you were about to get off to your best friend pleasuring himself. As you were about to put your hand in your underwear to start taking care of yourself, something caught your eye. The bracelet he had on the wrist of his hand he was using on himself was the matching one he had with you.

You looked down at the same bracelet that was on your wrist and it started sinking in more. In an act of boldness, you decided to donate once more with a message that read ‘Cute bracelet. Keep stroking for me’. What happened next was not something you could’ve predicted in a million years. “This?” he said as he removed the bracelet from his wrist. “An important person in my life gave it to me” he grinned. Your heart rate quickened. He took the bracelet and wrapped it around his cock before wrapping his hand around it again to continue stroking. “Holy fuck” you whined as you were now soaking wet and craving any form of touch.

He started speeding up his strokes as he squirmed in his chair. His lips were slightly parted as he started breathing more heavily and moaning more frequently. Your fingers were rubbing circles around your clit as you watched your friend get himself off. The situation was still so mind boggling to you and yet, you were almost reveling in it. “Gonna come for you, precious” he suddenly spoke between moans. “Shit, me too” you whispered out loud like he could hear you. His deep moans were like music to your ears as the two of you came at the same time. His abs flexed and hips bucked up into his hand.

When he removed his hand, he looked at his bracelet and sighed as he caught his breath. “Gonna have to clean this off later” he chuckled deeply. Seeing the matching bracelet covered in his come was something that was going to be on your mind for an infinite amount of time. You didn’t want this to change anything but, you knew you wouldn’t be able to look at him the same anymore. But at the same time, he didn’t need to know. He didn’t need to know you were the one donating for him to get himself off. He didn’t need to know how badly you were now craving for his cock to buried inside you.

Without even realizing it, the live had shut off. You were left sitting there with the homepage of the website on display. You quickly got up and head to the bathroom to get yourself taken care of before getting in bed. Your mind was racing with thoughts about the events that had just unfolded. Now it has dawned on you that tomorrow night you were supposed to be having dinner with Yeosang and your friends. A part of you wanted to say you weren’t coming anymore but, you knew that wasn’t gonna solve anything. You couldn’t just not see Yeosang ever again. So, you were just gonna have to deal with it.

You were finishing up getting ready for the evening. Thoughts of last night were still very fresh in your mind. You were certain you weren’t going to be able to make any kind of eye contact with Yeosang. You wanted nothing more than to get this evening over with. With heavy steps you walked your way to the door to head out for the evening.

For once, you were the last one to arrive. Mostly due to your slow getting ready as you dreaded coming. “Hey they’re finally here!” San smiled as you walked over to the table. You greeted your friends with a smile and felt your heart sink when you saw the spot saved for you next to Yeosang. As much as you didn’t want to, you sat next to him and gave him a soft half smile. He looked down and noticed you didn’t have your bracelet on. “Where’s your bracelet?” he pouted. You didn’t have it on mainly on account of the fact that it just reminded you of last night.

“I forgot to put it on before I left I guess”

“I never take mine off. I don’t want to lose it” he smiled innocently.

Your head started pounding as you felt your heart beating in your chest. This was a lot. You felt almost shameful when you looked at the bracelet on his wrist. “You okay Y/n? You look a little sick” Seonghwa gently pat your back. You looked over at your friend and waved him off, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just hungry I guess, I didn’t eat much today”.

As you all received your food, the table quieted down. You normally liked when you all got to eat in comfortable silence but, this was the one time you actually wanted everyone to be talking. It would help distract you from the thoughts that were racing through your mind.

‘Was Yeosang going to do another show tonight?’

‘Does he somehow know that you were watching him last night?’

“Y/n” Yeosang’s voice interrupted your thoughts. “Huh?” you looked over at him. “I asked if you wanted me to drive you home. You still look kind of sick” he innocently put his hand on your thigh, making you jump. “Uh…” you didn’t know what to say and that was enough to give him no choice. “I’m gonna take them home guys” Yeosang started to get up from his seat and help you up. “Feel better Y/n” Wooyoung pouted as you started walking away from the table.

When you both got to your car, you made a last ditch effort to get out of being in a car alone with him.

“What about your car?”

“Yunho drove me. Can I have your keys please?”

You sighed just soft enough that he couldn’t hear you and tossed your keys to him.

The car ride was painfully quiet. He occasionally asked how you were feeling, but you would just brush him off and say you were fine. When you arrived to your apartment building, you exited the car as fast as you could. Much to your disdain, Yeosang insisted on walking you to your apartment and making sure you got in.

You walked into your apartment and turned to Yeosang, "Thanks for driving me home...wait, how are you getting home?" you asked, thinking about how he drove your car here. "I'll just text Yunho to come pick me up" he closed the front door, leaving the two of you alone.

"Did I do something?" he asked as you walked to your bedroom. He followed behind you, waiting for an answer. "No, why would you think that?" you nervously asked as you dug through your dresser for more comfortable clothes to change into. "I don't know. You just have been acting kinda weird with me tonight and-" Yeosang abruptly stopped talking. You turned around after you noticed him going silent and got met with a sight that mortified you. For some reason, you didn't turn your computer off last night. Leaving the cam site open on full display.

"I...I.." you were desperately trying to find the words to explain yourself. "You saw. Didn't you?" Yeosang didn't turn around. He just stayed looking at the computer screen. Your head felt dizzy as you began sweating. Yeosang leaned in closer to the screen and that's when he saw it on the top right corner. Your display name. 'precious1024'. You couldn't see him as his back was turned to you still, but a grin started forming on his face.

"Yeosang, please let me explain-"

He finally turned around to face you and the look in his eyes stopped every thought and function you had. His eyes looked you up and down as he started walking towards you. "Enjoy the show?" he grinned as he was now looming over you. Your back was pressed against the wall and you felt your body go weak. God he was so fucking attractive it was driving you crazy. "What do you think?" you finally managed to get out words. A deep chuckle rang through your ears as he leaned forward into your ear, "Did you touch yourself as you watched me?". You felt your breath get caught for a moment. The close proximity, his deep voice, the words he was saying. It made you want to just drop to your knees and shove his cock down your throat. "I did" you finally answered his question.

His hands grabbed your waist as he pulled his head back from your ear. You looked at him with hazy, hooded eyes. "You're so cute. I could ruin you. You'd like that, huh?" he smirked with his eyes piercing through you. All you could do was nod in response. Next thing you knew, your lips were pressed together. You felt his tongue find its way into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss. Your fingers raked through his hair as his hands roamed from your waist to your ass, pulling your hips against his body.

"Yeosang" you called out to him as your lips parted. "Yes, precious?" he replied with a grin. Your knees felt weak upon hearing the nickname. Without saying anything else, your hands went for the zipper and belt of his pants. He chuckled at your sudden eagerness, but he let you have your way.

Once his pants fell, you dropped to your knees. "You sure you want to?" he asked for confirmation. "Yes please, I need your cock" you confirmed. Yeosang felt his dick twitch in his boxers at the sound of you craving him. He slowly pulled his boxers down, letting his now hard cock slap against his stomach. You licked your lips as you wrapped your hand around it. The growing wetness in your underwear and the aching you felt at your core was almost unbearable but, you needed his cock in your mouth. You looked up at him as you slowly started putting his length in. He grabbed some of your hair to keep it away from your face as you started sucking him off.

"Fuck you're good" he praised between heavy breaths and moans. You moaned with his cock in your throat and it sent chills up his spine. "Better than you imagined? I bet you've been thinking about me a lot. Watching me stroke my dick with the bracelet you got me. I was thinking about you when I was coming...imagining myself ruining you" he went on. You finally took his dick out of your mouth and looked up at him as you started pumping it with your hand. "You looked so hot getting off for me" you grinned up at him. "Come here baby" he pulled you off your knees and pulled you against him to kiss you roughly again. He reached for the bottom of your shirt and lifted it over your head, tossing it to the floor.

As the two of you continued getting undressed, the thought came into your mind that you were about to have sex with your best friend. You had no idea the what this meant for your future but, you didn't care. You craved him so bad and the fact you were already so comfortable with him, only made this feel so much more right.

You laid down on the bed and watched as Yeosang crawled over top of you. His head dove down into the crook of your neck and ravished it with open mouth kisses. Sucking on the skin, leaving a collection purple bruises. Your breath hitched as you felt his fingers tease your entrance. "Fuck you're so wet already" he couldn't help the shit eating grin that formed on his face. Without any warning, he inserted two of his fingers inside of you, eliciting a moan of relief from you as you finally felt yourself get filled. "You're so sexy and perfect" he praised, making you clench around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, sucking your juices off his fingers as he looked down at you. After sucking his fingers clean, he kissed you hungrily so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

"I can't wait to fill you and fuck you" he practically purred as he lined himself up with you. "Well hurry and get a move on then. I'm all yours" you pulled his head down so your foreheads touched. After that, he slowly started pushing himself inside of you. You gripped onto his biceps as his thrusts started slow and rhythmic so you could adjust to his size. But that's not what you wanted. You wanted him to ruin you.

"Yeosang I'm not made of glass. Fuck me properly"

Without any response, he started slamming his hips against you harder. His dick was slamming against your sweet spot repeatedly and it was making you see stars. Loud moans escaped your lips as your fingers dug into his biceps. "Your moans are so pretty. You gonna let everyone know how well I'm fucking you?" he growled into your ear before biting your lobe. "Yeosang...fuck" you whined as tears threatened to sting your eyes. He propped himself up on his knees and grabbed your waist. Once situated, he started fucking you at a much faster pace. Since he was no longer pressed against you so you couldn't grab onto him, you were forced to grip the bedding underneath you. "Fuck! Don't stop" you cried out as more tears stung your eyes. He felt so fucking good and it was making your mind turn to mush.

"You feel so good precious. Am I gonna make you come?"

"Yes....please make me come"

One of his hands moved from your waist to start rubbing your clit. An embarrassingly loud moan came out of you as you arched your back. Your moan and the fucked out expression on your face was enough to make Yeosang almost come right then and there. He felt you release on his cock and he took that as the moment to pull out of you and pump his load all over your stomach and chest.

Yeosang collapsed on the bed next to you as you both calmed down from your highs. "So...does this change anything?" you look over at him. "It doesn't have to change anything if you don't want it to. But, I do care about you a lot. This wasn't just going to be a meaningless one night stand to me" he wiped some hair from your sweaty forehead. "Shit I need to call Yunho" he got up from his spot next to you. "Um...ahem" you looked at him and looked at your body that was covered in his come. "Oops right. Let me get you a towel" he quickly put his underwear on and went off to grab a towel.

As you cleaned yourself up, you heard Yeosang gasp when he looked at his phone. "What?" you got up to put on a shirt and a pair of underwear. "Well...it's safe to say we don't have to explain anything to the others" he awkwardly chuckled as he looked over at you. You grabbed his phone and read the texts from Yunho.

'Hey, I'm on my way to get you'

'Hello? I'm downstairs..are you okay?'

'I'm just gonna come in. I've got a key to their apartment'

'EW YOU GUYS ARE NASTY I'M JUST GONNA GO. CALL ME LATER OR SOMETHING'

The two of you laughed at the unfortunate traumatization of your friend. "Guess you're staying here for the night" you kissed his cheek. He smiled fondly at you as you walked over to crawl into bed. As the two of you laid there in each other's arms, Yeosang had a thought. "So, what were you doing on the cam site to begin with?" he asked. "Well...my friend mentioned it to me as another way to make some money so I was just looking" you explained, slightly embarrassed. Yeosang grinned, "Huh, guess I have a new guest for my streams".

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