Use Me

Use me

THIS IS 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI FOR HALAZIA'S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut) (masterlist)

🌌 pairing: nonidol!mingi x afab!reader 🌌 genre: smut, angst, emotions 🌌 summary: You had a routine. Every Friday night, you would meet with your friends to hit the clubs, looking for fun. It was easy, it was emotionless, it was carefree. But what will happen when your usual wingmen are not around, and you only have your shy friend, Song Mingi to keep you company under the neon lights? 🌌 wordcount: 9.7k 🌌 warnings/tags: language, alcohol, intoxication, indications of past bad relationship experiences, not believing in love, emotional suppression, some of them want to use you, some of them want to get used by you... 🌌 taglist: @layzfeelit @honey-lemon-goose here's the drop 🌌 a/n: Hello there! This is my first attempt at smut, so please do be warned. Hope you enjoy, MINORS DNI, nsfw tags and content under the cut. (note: song referenced is BTBT by B.I)

🌌 nsfw tags: sub!mingi, dom!reader, mingi is a pretty princess, pet names, degradation(mingi receiving), cunnilingus, protection IS USED, one night stand energy, mistress, a lot of dirty talk, teasing, denial, overstimulation.

You were the centre of the universe. A modern-day Venus, swaying your delicious hips in time to the music, arms in the air spelling seduction. The earth-shattering bass was resetting your intoxicated heart like a defibrillator. The kaleidoscopic haze was surrounding you and embracing you like the sweetest hit of anaesthesia right before you went under. Nothing existed except you and the gazes that were scanning you, devouring every inch of your body as you made the dance floor your bitch once again.

It was all but a blur, just how you liked it.

The neon was your weekly escape, something of a routine that you had established with a couple of your closest friends: Wooyoung and San. You three were the lives of any party, igniting the atmosphere and not letting the scalding hot flame die out until you said so. And even then, in the hearts of all those lucky enough to witness your miraculous, dizzying passion would linger the burning remains of an unforgettable night.

Over time, your trio had established ground rules and fool-proof strategies for how to get the most out of any night out. From the elaborate preparations, dressing to the elegant elevens but ready to offer just the right amount of sleaze if need be. To the selections of drinks that give just the right buzz without letting you lose your head. To your personal favourite – the complex tango of aiding one another to capture the next beauty and wring their everything dry until they knew nothing except you, Wooyoung or San. All to experience the satisfaction of hearing another heart break the next morning.

This was your idea of love – a hit every Friday night, a fuck with no strings attached. If what drove them wild was for you to call them your beloved - you did not care. Things said in the night died a small death and turned to ghosts in the morning. Remaining in the afterglow. At least you did not have to remember their name. Their bodies also faded from your memory quickly enough. So, you came back, again, and again. In search of a wondrous, lust-filled temporary high.

It was the same tonight. Same club, same throngs of bodies glistening in sweat under the strobe lights, just belonging to different people. The DJ had recognised you, so he changed the set to play a couple more of your favourite songs. His wolfish gaze revealing a lot more than he wanted. Oh, how simple all these people were. And how easy they were to wrap around your finger. If only you had the same drive today. But San’s girlfriend, well now ex-girlfriend, decided that today, of all days of the week, was just right to break up with him, and Wooyoung being his roommate could not leave the blubbering dejected mess alone.

No amount of convincing could coax the two out of hiding in their newly renamed ‘bachelor’ pad. Not wanting to let the two buzzkills completely destroy your energy, you still tugged on your best dress, and strutted in, head held high, hair in captivating locks. There was something truly devilish about you, and you were normally not afraid to use it to your advantage. But there was something different about tonight. Probably because you had to settle for the company of another one of your friends. Someone a lot more demure, for the lack of a better word.

Even though it was a six-foot-tall man with a toned physique and the most attractive hands that you were talking about, you could not help but think of him as a pretty little princess. He was just so untainted, so harmless and prey-like. You could feel his nervousness whenever you approached. His fluttering eyelashes, a quick, shy bite of the lip as he attempted to conjure up a response to whatever you asked. This was Song Mingi. A friend who you had no idea how you made, and why he stuck around still.

He had just appeared one day, an acquaintance you had met through one of those closest to you back in university. Funnily enough, it was the mutual friend that you had ceased to speak to. Mingi was doing a different major, had a different lifestyle, behaved differently, even interpreted things differently, but he had been accepted into the group, nonetheless. Probably because one of your friends had an undeniable thirst for him. Not that he had ever noticed though.

Mingi had always been like that. A gentle creature. A ball of cuteness. If your whole friend group had ever sat together, it was always as though there was one soft, fluffy cloud amidst hurricanes, tornados and thunderstorms. Not a single drop of rain on anyone’s parade. He had the desire to please, and would always volunteer to do errands for others, even if it was so far out of his way it was foolish to do so.

He had stopped once you had explained to him that others were using him. Including your own friends. You had pointed out that he had the power to refuse, and that they were not going to admonish him, as a matter of fact, they would not particularly care. Mingi had taken your words as gospel, and since then, had taken to treating you like his saviour of sorts. Or at least that was how you had initially seen it.

First thing he had done for you after you had merely pointed out the obvious was gotten you your go-to order at the café near campus. How he knew or had found out – you never managed to pry out of him. Then there had been the ‘accidental’ (read: intentional, because Mingi looked like he had been loitering in that corridor for a weirdly long time) run ins during your transits from one lecture hall to another, so that he could walk with you to your class.

The attention had been a bit much at first, but you had grown to accept it as usual ‘Mingi behaviour’. After all, he was the princess, the fluffy cloud, the ray of sunshine. That had to be just how he was. And as such, you had never taken him seriously. A couple of your friends had pointed out that maybe he was trying to make advances, but you shut that down rapidly by reminding them that you had no desire to love, nor could you see anyone wanting to love you.

You had never seen that side of your life be so peachy. It was almost as if you had been born into heartbreak and were nurtured by it. The antithesis to love was where you had comfortably resided for so long, and only stepped out to reach for comrades in misery. That was how you had found your people. Your chaos. These amazing idiots with whom you could share everything, and they would accept you for the idiot that you were. And having someone from the other side, from so-called ‘paradise’, trying to trace your steps and meet you halfway – it felt wrong. It was wrong. It was not what you had written out for yourself in your own blood and conviction after you had seen and felt too much. You made a decision and turned it into an aspect of your identity. Like some people were awfully co-dependent, or mentioned their significant other in every sentence, you were proudly solo. Unaffected by that nonsense.

It was not meant for you, that whole ‘written in the stars’, sappy romance, soulmates bullshit. All of that was mere theory. A concept invented by some people who had no idea how reality worked. Your reality was all about giving into carnal pleasures if you needed to relieve some stress or craved some intimacy. The emotional satisfaction came from being with your crew. Your collection of people who were ride or die. As time had shown, even that could not last forever. At least you still had San and Wooyoung. The two who had you had instantly clicked with.

The two who were currently sitting at home, with San probably watching some guilty pleasure drama and sobbing into a plushie while Wooyoung had likely made his killer dakgaejang for the ultimate comfort. Thereby officially abandoning you and leaving you to your own devices. Well, almost. Tonight had to be the night when you had all agreed to invite Mingi along after a few months of his stagnancy in that department. Your trio wanted to show him how to unwind and have a good time. But now that responsibility fell solely to you, and you could not help but feel a little awkward. No matter how hard you tried, you could not get the man to loosen up. And in turn, he was ruining all plans you had in finding yourself a little fun.

With the glares he inadvertently sent every potential midnight suitor who approached you, Mingi was acting every bit a pouting, jealous boyfriend. This had only gotten worse after he had a couple of drinks. His eyes were only ever following you. Tracing your curves as you grinded against yet another ‘possibility’, trying to see where it could go. But that stare. It would not leave neither your body, nor your consciousness. From your position on the dance floor, you could only barely make out his form, leaning, arms crossed, against a black pillar. But it seemed that no matter what you did, Mingi would still find you. Much like he had done in the past and acted like your loyal puppy. A pesky little sunray.

With no success after a total of five songs, you decided to retire to the side lines and take a breather. Sauntering over to Mingi, you pointed at his hand, and received your drink that he had been keeping safe. A refreshing dilution of whatever the beverage was supposed to be. After taking a greedy sip, you spotted a more secluded seating area in one of the corners of the venue, which had not been reserved nor was occupied, and strode on over before anyone had the same idea as you. You did not need to check if Mingi was behind you. The only answer, ever, was yes.

Crash landing onto one of the couches, nearly spilling what you had left of the liquid nonsense, you gave a little yawn. It was a little too early for you to be getting bored, but without Woo and San to be the two devils on your shoulders and wingman collaborators, you were contemplating calling it a night and just leaving. If Mingi wanted to stay for a little longer he could: he was a big boy who could go clubbing on his own. But to you, the past couple of hours have been a continuous mission failed.

“Hey, if you are feeling tired, we could-”

That choice of pronoun, ‘we’, rubbed you the wrong way. You did not need this ‘we’ right now. You needed another someone, anyone to make that ‘we’ happen.

“Nah, don’t worry about me I just needed to sit down for a second. All that dancing and not taking a break? That’s how you know a person is on something.” You gestured at the dance floor again to emphasise your point.

From a distance, it really did look like an unstoppable, pulsating jelly fish that emanated neon fluorescence. Your natural habitat. Your rhythm. Fuck it. You were going back. You did not want to be in the company of this cutesy dullard. At least not right now. In a few quick moves, Mingi was left standing alone by the couches, as you clicked your heels across to the dance floor, joining the chaos once more.

How breath-taking you looked. Mingi was stunned as your lithe form glided past him, in that little black dress that beautifully hugged your figure. You were royalty under the moonlight. A seductress out on the prowl, unknowingly having laid claim on his soul long before you had ever thought you could. Mingi had never understood how he had fallen so hard for you, but this was an abyss that he would never be able to get out of, as every waking day gave him a new reason to love you.

He had been the only one out of his school to go to the university that he did, and since it was a distance away from the family home, he had to move, live alone, work alone, sit alone. There had been some positive aspects to that lifestyle, like he had all the time in the world to study, but the loneliness began eating away at him, gnawing into his anxieties until it had become almost unbearable. That was when he had reached out to someone he knew had good social networks in the university, and in a matter of weeks had found himself a group to be in. Your group, to be more specific. Everyone had been welcoming, but he had convinced himself that he could not be anything except a burden, and as such he had turned into something reminiscent of a butler. A boy at beck and call, just because he wanted to have friends and thought he had to continuously prove himself worthy. It was exhausting, but once he had started, it was near impossible to stop. People got used to good things far too quickly.

But then, there was you. An angel who had taken him by the hand and led him out of the maze of his own making. The only one who had stepped in. The one who had shown they cared. At first, he just wanted to show you his gratitude and help you out as best as he could in return for your gesture, but the more time he spent with you, the more he found out about you, the more he ended up wanting everything to do with you. Sure, you had presented yourself as being above feelings, he knew that, but he was not bothered by it. It was your comfort that mattered to Mingi. If that meant keeping everyone besides a select few friends at arm’s length, then so be it. At least it was your arm, and you were not refusing his company entirely.

That was how he had ended up being a sort of satellite to your system. A little moon orbiting around you while you and your friends were a galaxy, and order of planets. It was clear that the group was not as impressive as it had been, and that he was still the odd one out, nevertheless, social outings were still being organised, and he could sometimes attend them. His heart had swelled when you, Wooyoung and San had reached out to him with an invite to a night club. And now, even more so that the duo could not make it, albeit for an upsetting reason.

Mingi knew why you went to this club in particular. It had a good crowd, quite a few ‘lookers’, and people did not hesitate to spend their money. You had frequented it enough times for you to be very amiable towards nearly all staff, even recognising that one of the barmen was a new hire and wishing him luck. You were so amazingly attentive, and your ‘focus face’ had not changed at all since Mingi had known you. Forever his first love that never seized to threaten to break out of his chest in a burst of pent-up affection.

Of course, there was another reason why you were here, one that did not sit quite as well with him and was why he was rather sulky and unable to appease you in being more carefree and becoming one with the heavy beat that was roaring over him. And it was that you had your focus trained on others. Studying man after man for their ‘potential’, checking their energy or whatever it was that you could feel through their trousers. You were a dangerous balance of audacious and coquettish, able to physically entice and mentally capture.

But the disgusting, lascivious leers that those you tested the waters with sent you, and them groping your ass, snaking their arms around your waste, or openly palming their groin as they approached you was about to make Mingi go insane. Was this the kind of treatment you suffered through every single Friday night just to satisfy your own needs? Did you have to listen to drunkards call you vile names just for a night of passion? He could not comprehend how anyone could ever deserve it just because they wanted something special.

Fuck it. He could not stand you being attacked in that way anymore. He needed to join you on the dance floor before this could continue. Not for one second could he believe that you were enjoying this. It was dangerous. It was degrading. It was… it was not the you that had been his friend. It was the you that had evoked a different kind of desire within him. An insatiable want for you, and you alone. As he stalked forwards, closer to the centre where you were currently swaying to the more melodic interlude of rhythm and blues as a man clearly double your age was trying to woo you, trying to roam your body with his grimy hands. One look to the left and there was another, a woman who looked to be in her early thirties, unabashedly looking you up and down, likely having undressed you a thousand times in her mind. You were unstoppable, but Mingi desperately wanted to try. So, he silenced his mind’s protests, tuning into a darker hedonism, and swept you away from where you had been dancing and pushing you deeper into the mass, making both of you disappear into its music-enchanted waves.

You were astonished at your friend’s bout of bravery. Raising an eyebrow in suspicion, you studied him as he tried his best to guide you in the dance, however failing to do so without a newbie’s rigidity. A smile crept onto your face as you placed both of your hands on his upper arms, taking note of the well-sculpted muscle concealed by his shirt, and slid them down, nice and slow until you could guide Mingi to rest his own hands right on your waist. Now tonight was getting interesting. Finally. Without as much as a one word exchange you two continued indulging in the trance, and as the song changed, and changed again, time allowed the two of you to completely sink into the addictive feeling.

When my eyes are on you

숨 막힐듯한 전율

Oh, you know you get me loose

Make me go 비틀비틀

It was a push and pull. You wanted to take Mingi to the limit. Since he finally wanted to communicate with your senses, you wanted to show him all that you could do, what this atmosphere could do. The electricity between you and him was undeniable, and as you got more confident in one another’s presence you had fallen into a shared rhythm, taking every breath together, translating every beat into body language.

A dance floor made for two

달이 부르는 선율

Oh, it's only me and you

Make me go 비틀비틀

This ray of sunshine called Song Mingi was glinting in a much more tantalising manner than usual. All that following you around did appear to do some good at least – he could match you well. Almost frighteningly well. His movements were smooth, and he was very light on his feet. And most importantly, he was fully immersed in being your dance partner, to the extent that a club had the space for and considered as paired dancing. At some point during the song, his gentle grasp on your hips had become more needy, and he transferred it to your hips, while still keeping time to the song. As he pushed you closer to him, you could feel heat rolling off his body, and spot a single bead of sweat making its way down the side of his face.

Without thinking about it much you moved to swipe it away, which made Mingi stiffen and falter. He responded to your touch, leaning his head in which you took to be a sign that at least you would have a good night in the club. He was not going to go anywhere and was at your mercy. Very loyal. And all over you. You did have to admit, that once he had dropped the observation game and acted, he was turning out to be a lot more of an exciting person to have around. On top of that, you were getting your fill of more personalised attention, with an enviable man as your companion.

Again, the song changed to a slowed rhythm and blues piece, and both of you took it as a sign to get even closer. Your arms were now draped over his shoulders and loosely crossed behind his neck, and your lower bodies were mere centimetres apart. The previous energetic sequence was all gone, replaced instead with an unmistakeable burning. As your orbs met his in a near-showdown fashion, you could see Mingi’s irrefutable change in demeanour. How did you not consider this man before? This other Mingi? It was like you were meeting somebody for the first time. Somebody who you would not mind making your body.

Your breath was becoming his breath as he inched closer and closer to you, so tentative as though he was asking permission for every tiny movement. He halted right when your noses were touching, and so dangerously close you could almost taste him.

Mingi was going into overdrive. His everything, you, were right within reach, and yet your soul was nowhere to be felt. You were a succubus, tempting him by the way you were toying with his hair, so carelessly, like you did not know what you were doing to him. Tempting him by the kittenish expression you wore, your half-lidded eyes hinting at a future that he had only dreamt of with you. His sinful fantasies about you had all awakened; episodes that he had drafted in solitude wanting to be re-enacted. How he yearned for your touch. For him to be able to melt into you and give himself up. Be only yours. Forever. So, you did not ever have to do what you had been doing all this time before tonight. He let out a shaky breath, affected by the lust that was already clouding his vision. Voice low, and a little hoarse, Mingi momentarily shut his eyes and whispered right against your cheek:

“Use me.”

You tried to step back a little, surprised at Mingi’s sudden proposition. But he would not let go, instead pressing you flush against his frame. You could now feel that he was not kidding, his blooming arousal greeting you through the layers of fabric. Because you had not responded to him, nor showed any signs of being interested, the notes of roughness in his tone disappeared entirely, leaving behind something closer to a whimper:

“Y/N… please. Use me. You… you don’t need anybody else. Can just use me.”

In awe, you were staring at Mingi. Now this was something you had never predicted for this Friday night. In your musings, you had bet that by now, you would have been in your own bed, watching a music show and drifting off to sleep. Not about to make a decision that could change the course of your life while in a not so lucid state of mind.

“Then tell me, darling, how do you want me to use you?” you asked back, hearing a sharp and shallow gasp from Mingi. He was unwinding right in your hands, and you had barely done anything.

“I’d rather show you, Y/N, if you will let me.” He mumbled, beginning to trace your jawline with soft, feathery kisses.

“And I’d rather bend you to my will.” The retort sent a shiver down his spine, and he ceased to pepper you with the manifestation of his desirous state. “After you take me to your place.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I could get used to this. Lead the way, darling. Your place.”

With one arm wrapped around your waist, tracing abstract patterns on your dress, and the other being used as a wedge to part the tightly knit bodies, Mingi immediately answered to your request. He had not changed his positioning as he flagged down a taxi, and continued holding onto you, although now it was your hand in his, for the duration of the drive to his home. Whilst the tiny droplets of possessiveness masked most of Mingi’s disposition, there was an endearing aspect to it. In some ways, Mingi was like a little kid who had just discovered something extraordinary and was ready to tie himself to it to ensure that it did not disappear. Even with his present actions unveiling nothing but an unprecedented lust and unbreakable certitude, Mingi still had remnants of his day-time self clinging onto him. Which was the first thing you focused on ripping way once he had finished fumbling with the keys to his front door.

You were tightly bound in each other’s arms. The air was thick with anticipation while Mingi closed the door with his foot and haphazardly threw off his shoes. You followed suit, and upon having done so, observed your ‘human offering’. You could see that he was not sure in how to proceed, having stopped midway through the entryway corridor, but the grip he had was on the contrary, more possessive. If he wanted to be used so badly, then he would not mind if you ruined him.

A harsh pull of the shirt collar and a stifled mention of your name later, your red-tinted lips locked in with his in a perfect harmony. In that moment, he was like your oasis, a discovery of a paradise after eons of suffering, a salve to your numerous wounds. The kiss swiftly transformed from the first phase of introductory exploration, luxuriating in the delectable tension, to a faster and more fervent collision of sexual ardour.

He was so malleable in your hands, giving into your control and honouring it with the unholy groans that were building up in his throat. To think that you had such an effect on someone and so quickly! It sparked a stronger desire to make him unravel and proudly share with you just how good, how satiated you made him feel. You wanted to hear him submit to you and follow your laws.

As you toyed with the hem of his trousers, pulling at the belt and letting your noticeably colder fingers glide against his skin, you elicited a growl from Mingi, who broke away from your lips to trail kisses down your neck and stopped right at the base, nuzzling into it and masking his responsive eagerness.

“Bed… room…” his demand came across more as a suggestion due to his feeble tone, but you felt nice, for now, and obliged, and let him take the lead in your tango across the living space and through the half-open door straight across from where you had been.

You were illuminated only by the moon and the streetlights that shone through the window, leaving you standing in an ethereal glow. Shadows that fell across Mingi’s face as he pulled away from you, his breathing ragged, only amplified the near-animalistic want etched onto him, another mark of his submission to you. He did not dare make a single move, again, standing in wait. An obedient boy, letting you turn his back to the bed, pushing him down until he was sat on its edge. You straddled him, your dress riding up to reveal the panties of a lacy lingerie set, and languidly grinded against him a couple of times to drive up his desire. He stifled a moan by biting his swollen bottom lip in an attempt to hide his craving for you, but that bashfulness was not on your agenda.

Motivated by his shallow pants, you slid your hands with fingers spread far apart under his white, now crumpled shirt, sliding them lazily up his torso, feeling for every ripple, every response to you. You stopped at his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples as you stimulated them, repeatedly making circular motions with your index fingers and pinching them until you saw Mingi tilt his head back a little and make haste to adjust his hold on you, moving to your voluptuous ass. Pushing himself against you he tried to chase his own high, giving into the first gifts bestowed upon him in the form of your caresses. But not so fast, you were not going to let him have so much fun so early on. Not when he had pledged to listen to you. To let him be your toy for the night. With a devilish smirk, you abruptly stopped, making Mingi’s eyes shoot wide open, and dart across your features. The nervousness did little to make you merciful, for instead you found you took pleasure in taking away what others enjoyed. He was confused, unable to read your expression. Just as he was opening his mouth, still decorated with your sweet saliva, you used his lowered guard against him and toppled him backwards. You took him by the wrists and pressed them by his head, right into the disturbed sheets. He looked so pretty under you. Pretty little princess. Those doe eyes, searching for an answer from you. A command. Anything.

“Did you not say I could use you, hm, darling? And now what do you think you are doing?” you purred, hovering over him.

Mingi let out a desperate hum and tried to buck up his hips against you. You knew that he could overpower you at any moment. And that made your present power of him that much sweeter. You held your ground and ignored the heat rising in your core. When he denied you a response, you removed your hold from one of his wrists, instead taking his chin and gripping it to make him see only you through his daze.

“I will repeat, what the fuck do you think you are doing, huh?” you were centimetres away, hissing the question right into his ear before softly exhaling, leaving a few kisses and cautiously biting the lobe. Mingi’s chest rose and fell sharply as he took in the sensation.

“I… I want you. I want you so bad, Y/N. Please.” He begged, letting his free hand rise to try hooking the strap of your dress, but before he could slide it down your shoulder, you switched your position again, now no longer holding him down, but tearing his shirt apart to feast your eyes.

“And where did your obedience go, darling? Do you think you deserve what you want?” you applied pressure on his clothed member, mocking how you could so easily ride him.

“I… sorry, Y/N, I cannot think, I-”

“Shut up. You said to use you. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Yours, Y/N I am yours-”

“That is mistress to you, you little bitch.” You snapped, back to peering into his clouded orbs. On instinct, you moved to give his throat some ‘affection’, applying light pressure on either side as you continued: “Pretending to be so innocent, whoring yourself out to me. I bet this is what you do on the daily, batting your eyelashes looking all pretty and in a matter of minutes becoming a lascivious little slut.”

“Y/N-” he yelped, but you were not having that kind of disrespect, so you tightened your rip and moved one hand behind you to fish for his belt.

“It’s mistress, darling.” You uttered, an ominous darkness dripping from your words. Mingi shuddered as he felt you masterfully removing the pesky accessory, discarding it with one throw.

“Okay, m-mistress, ah fuck…” he moaned as you let go of his throat and fully exposed his throbbing member, taking it in one hand and rubbing its tip with a thumb. He desperately wanted to see how you unwounded him, but you remained sat right on his pelvis, hiding your act with your body.

“Is this what you want, darling? Me pleasuring you? Me taking you apart with my touch?”

“Ah- yes! Yes, mistress!”

“What a good boy, see it was not so hard to learn. Now tell me how far do you want to go.” You broke your act just a little, to check if Mingi was still on board. You had no idea of his experience, nor of his boundaries, so it was a matter of respect.

“All… all the way… Y/N, sorry, mistress.”

“Good. Then I expect you to follow my every command. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good little fuck toy.” You praised, sliding your hand down his dick, spreading his precum down the length and giving him one pump, only to fully remove yourself from his body and sit on your knees by his side. You traced his abdomen as you pondered out loud, amused at his dedication – he was not moving a single inch, wrapped up in your presence.

“I have been far too generous, don’t you think? Giving you all the pleasure, whilst you are making a mess and not thanking me for all I have done. Filthy.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much, mistress.”

“For what?”

“For treating me so well. For making me feel so good-”

“Oh, you eager little slut, such a pleaser. Sweet talking your way into getting some more. How greedy!” you laughed, crawling closer to his head and running your fingers through his locks. “I will need a lot more than that to forgive you for being so demanding.”

“Anything.” He answered airily.

“Then make me come with that mouth of yours. Show me what your tongue can really do.”

“Yes, please, mistress.”

“Tsk-tsk, how cute. Then on your knees, darling right there. In front of the bed. So I can see just how delightful you look worshipping my cunt.”

In a matter of seconds, he was making his way off the bed, and simultaneously discarding the rest of his clothing that you had unbuttoned. Stark naked, he dropped to the ground, just as you had commanded him to. The moon illuminated him once more. A lustful little angel.

You took your time in removing your dress, feigning a lack of want. As if you were doing Mingi a favour by being here, and by letting him eat you out. You wanted to make it a point that your orgasm was his highest reward, and that he better get used to it quickly if he wanted to be used by you. Mingi gaped at you as you were left in your bra and panties, the article now leaving barely anything to the imagination. On all fours, you crawled towards him, every bit a dangerous wildcat ready to pounce. Before taking a comfortable seat for your pleasure, you cupped his chin once more and pulled him into a sultry kiss, tilting your head to seek entrance with your tongue.

Mingi gripped the sheets and tried to rise to pull you closer into him, but upon seeing the too positive response, you sat right back, and slid your legs down into position. You rested your weight on one arm, while the other absent-mindedly played with Mingi’s hair as he placed his hands on your thighs, and began to take your panties off. For a couple of seconds, you played along, sitting up slightly so that the material could escape from under you, but just as he thought he had it all in his power, you stopped him by yanking him to attention by the hair.

“Now, not so fast, did I say I wanted to see what your hands could do?”

“No, mistress.”

“Exactly. Use your mouth, pretty boy.” He obliged, even going so far as to put his hands behind his back. He took the material between his teeth, and worked at it, little by little, downwards, until it appeared as though he was bowing to you, right at your feet. In one final move, Mingi tugged them off you, and rose up once more, an entertaining look of pride on his features.

You committed each step of this intimate sequence to memory and continued watching the show that he was putting on for you. The throw of the panties away from him with a move of the head, his gaze trailing down your body, his kitten-like nudges to your thighs, pleading you to spread them further apart. Not wanting to wait any longer, you did as much, and wriggled yourself forwards a tiny bit more.

As he kissed your clit and ran his hot tongue between your already soaked folds, you realised just how riled up you were. He would do anything for you, and that turned you on unbelievably. You tightened your jaw and shut your mouth to suppress any sound as you let your head fall back a little, your hair streaming down behind you in a waterfall. He was lapping up your nectar like a parched man, not leaving a single bit behind. With a flick, he switched his attention back to your aroused bud, and began to circle it with his tongue, occasionally pursing his lips to give the sensitive blossom intemperate sucks.

It was challenging to hold back any more of your sinful moans as he returned to your wet hole, penetrating it with his tongue and twisting in an unrepeatable motion. You felt your core begin to tighten, as a high was alerting you of its imminence. You tugged gently at Mingi’s soft hair and praised him for being such a good little boy, such a good darling, for fucking you so good with his tongue.

His delighted hums sent a vibration against your dripping cunt, and you groaned in pleasure, only making Mingi pick up his pace. His tongue was moving in and out, gliding against your folds and playing with your clit. As he buried his face in your pussy, wanting nothing more than to drown in your juices, your climax was fast approaching. As your breaths turned shallower by the second, and you pressed Mingi’s head right against you, he took the signal and gave your clit one final lick and curled his tongue upwards, right inside your hole. He was beckoning you, begging you to cum for him.

“Ah fuck, Mingi I-” his name slipped out of your mouth as you gave into the awaited orgasm, shuddering at the unforgettable feeling. He reacted to your exclamation with unexpected vigour, kissing your sex and hastily drinking in your release. This further stimulated you as you let go of him and leaned back onto your elbows, to not fully collapse.

Taking deep breaths in, you composed yourself and returned from your high. You glanced at Mingi, whose lips were glistening with your wetness. He dared to give you a shy smile after noticing your observation, like he was awaiting more praise for his hard work.

“What a good little slut my pretty boy is. Making mistress really happy.” It was hard to keep your voice steady, but you tried your best, seeing as you had to maintain dominance.

“And I am so happy too mistress. Thank you… can I ask something?” he inquired, as you rose onto your knees again and unclasped your bra, making him lose track of his thoughts for a moment.

“Go on ahead.” You enjoyed when men scrutinised your so hungrily. How your shapely breasts managed to make them forgive and forget anything you wanted them to. As you watched Mingi swallow some spit, eyes trained on your chest, you began to knead them for full effect, “you were saying?”

“Oh… I… I liked when… when you called me by my name… mistress…” he forced out, rising up onto his feet as you motioned for him to do so with your index finger. Now this was problematic. You never liked using your temporary lovers’ names during sex, as you felt it to be a little too personal. Yes, there had been times when it slipped, but Mingi had been the only one to take notice and express his liking of the fact.

“Well, one time’s enough baby boy. You need to work harder for me, you hear me?” you turned the game around, evading the possibility of him asking you to stop with the pet names and degradation. After what looked to be a flash of disappointment, Mingi returned to his obedient state and mumbled a low ‘yes mistress’.

You commanded that he lied down, just as he had before, his member now completely in the air and almost unbearably hard. You moved to sit right before it, your legs spread and straddling his thighs, pussy just within reach. But not just yet. You had a little more you wanted to do; you wanted to return the favour – you were just that nice.

Mingi was in a state of pure bliss as you spat on his cock and rubbed the viscous liquid over it. It was only a matter of moments before you heard him emit a low, husky moan. He cursed at the feeling, eyes rolling back a little as he gave into you, again. It was almost more pleasurable watching him plead for you to go faster than satisfying yourself. How his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink when you played with his tip. How he shivered when you decided to give his dick a blow of cold air, making Mingi’s mind go into a frenzy. He wanted you to take him whole, bucking up his hips as he noticed you moving closer, but that only made him receive a slap on his abused member, and a sharp command:

“Princess. I make the rules here. And if for one second you think that I am going to let your whored out dick touch my lips, I will not hesitate to punish you until you can’t walk.” You threatened, and continued pumping rhythmically as you heard a series of melodic whines in response.

He was so easy to read. Spread on the palm of your hand, a simple, innocent Song Mingi. So, you knew exactly when to cut his pleasure short, abruptly recoiling and removing your legs to be positioned to his right. You observed his pulsing cock as Mingi cried out in frustration, moaning for you to continue, just a little bit longer.

“Silence, darling. I am bored again, and I think you will like what I am planning.” You explained, twisting at the waist to reach for your handbag that you had thrown in the direction of the side table in the corner.

Upon fishing out a condom and unrolling it on Mingi’s member, you thanked your lucky stars that it was the right size. The friction made him tense up again, and you chuckled. So sensitive. So malleable. All yours to use for the night.

“Are you ready, darling?” you threw the question out in a manner similar to that of asking about someone’s day. Like this really meant nothing to you. Even though your core was pleading for you to hurry up.

“Yes, mistre- ah!” he could not finish his answer as you directed his cock right outside your entrance, and eased it in.

As you took Mingi’s whole length, you put your hands on his abdomen, and peered over, glazed over from the sensation of him filling you up, against your walls in all the right places. You needed a moment to get used to it, as the impossibly ideal match left you on the verge of sanity. The heat of your pussy, and its clenching as you wiggled a little to get your positioning just right was making Mingi see stars, detuning from any reason or logic that he may have had left. Now, there was only you and him. Bound by the night.

You commenced your ritual. The sensual rise and fall of your body as you engulfed him more and more with every move. His whimper as you rocked forwards to glide over his length made you groan in response, and you leaned in to kiss him, still managing to taste your own climax on those soft lips. Before you could move away, he cupped your face and pulled you in closer, nearly making you lose balance – you had to move up and push into his chest.

He gazed right into your eyes. It felt like a fire, burning through you. You were comfortable with lust, and had seen it many times before, but there was something deeper, something more lethal behind Mingi’s carnality. But in your present disorientation, you dismissed it as a building thrill to accompany the knot that was steadily growing within you. It was impossible to look away as he powered through the numbing gratification and kept you level with him. The way he looked to be committing you to memory, your every freckle and blemish forming constellations in his universe, was almost frightening.

As your pussy began to pulsate with more frequency around his member, Mingi clenched his jaw and let out a low growl. Unable to stay at the same pace any longer, but still having to remain in his place, he began to toy with your breasts, just as you had done while undressing him, flicking the sensitive nubs until you dug your nails into his skin, feeling the stimulation totally collapsing on you.

“Y/N… please… please mistress… can I… can I please fuck you harder. I want to make you feel so good. As best as I can…” he pleaded, his wish being granted almost instantly as you guided him back to your hips.

Just as you had done while moving a little way up before, he rocked you in the same direction, his length almost completely escaping you, only to be sheathed back again. As he got more comfortable with you in his grasp, he picked up his speed, the gentleness being replaced by steady pounds. He rolled his body up against you, joining you in the race to a long-awaited high. Your moans were becoming uncontrollable as you struggled to stay on top of him, which led him to flip you over and take his position on the bed. You were too hazy to protest as he kissed your neck, your cheeks your nose, your lips, and intertwined his fingers with yours as he quickened his pace even more.

The sound of your juices being pumped again and again was making you and him lose your minds, feral from the sexual delight. You could not care less that he was now groaning out your name with every stroke, and that his face was showing nothing but adoration. You were using him, after all, he had to fit to your demands. And how he was now having his way with you was making you go mad with lust. Your cunt could not take this perfection much longer, and you could feel it cramp around Mingi’s dick, signifying your unravelling.

“Ah… shit… darling… I… I am about to...”

It was challenging to find the words, let alone form them into a coherent sentence as you cried out and came undone once more. You wrapped your arms around Mingi’s broad shoulders, bringing him to you as you muted your yelps with his kiss. He continued pumping into you until he, too, began to falter, and soon enough was moaning right into you. Both of you collapsed into one another, your sweaty bodies becoming one in the moonlight as he relished in the feeling of your ecstasy warming his cock.

Using the last of the strength he had left, Mingi pushed himself off you and rolled over onto his back. Breathing heavy, you focused on the settling silence of the room. As your eyes had fully adjusted to the semi-dim illumination, you could finally take your surroundings in, and when your inhalation and exhalation returned to a reasonable pace, you could make out the noises of traffic coming from outside. Barely there, but a reminder that you were not on cloud nine.

It was time to clean up. You were quick to regain your senses, thanks what could be considered as training, while the same could not be said about Mingi. He was practically motionless, only the beating of his heart and breathing giving away that he was a living, but totally spent man. You removed the condom, tying it in a knot and throwing it in a bin you spotted in the corner.

It was fairly easy to find the bathroom, with its entrance being right outside. As you dolled yourself up again, which was pretty much just wiping away some mascara and eyeliner that had decided to stain your cheeks, you wondered whether Mingi was already asleep, or if he was going to meet you in the shower. Not wanting to wait, you took the liberty of stepping in and dousing yourself in the cooling water, careful not to ruin your hair more than it had already been tousled by passion.

No change. You unceremoniously dried yourself using the closest available towel, throwing it into the laundry basket under the sink. Mingi was definitely asleep. Or just so exhausted that he could not function. You chuckled to yourself, your ego swelling – a common occurrence on a Friday night for you. But a little seedling of suspicion had risen within you as you turned of the light and stalked back to the room. The intimate eye contact, the kiss to ride out the climax, the hand holding. This was a little… personal. Much like his reaction to you calling out his name. You were using him, you repeated to yourself. He just offered himself to you. A loyal friend, right? Helping another in need, apologising for cockblocking you for nearly the entire evening. What the fuck were you even saying? There was something off about this. You could not place a finger on it. But Mingi, poor Mingi, answered all your doubts in one go.

As you stood by the bed, about to lie back down to let yourself drift into a peaceful rest before exiting the scene in the morning, he stirred. You chose to not make any further motions to join him. You glanced at his form, now curled up and reaching towards the side where you had been. This pretty little angel. Who had fallen for the night to satisfy your sin. Just as you were about to step towards the window to take in the scenery, Mingi mumbled out the one thing you were terrified of.

“I love you… Y/N…”

Your heart stopped, and you froze in place.

You knew he was irrational. You knew he was fucked out and on the verge of slumber. Hell, you heard others say this to you before in a post-coital bliss. But something about how those three little words fell out of Mingi’s bruised lips tore at you, and how he said your name was a direct shot through the heart. By barely doing anything, just giving into his nature, his mind’s calling, Mingi made it clear that this really was a truth that he had harbouring for so long, and that only at his most vulnerable, while with you, could he reveal it.

In those couple of seconds that it took to utter the sacred confession, he had unlocked his world, one that revolved around you. If the past did not exist, and this was all a movie, the audience could almost believe that this was all domestic. That in a matter of seconds you would be crawling back into bed, to someone with whom you were sharing your life, to fall asleep in his embrace.

And not to be scrambling for your belongings that had been strewn around on the floor, careful not to alert your ‘not so much a friend anymore’. You felt panic rise in your throat as you let out a couple of shaky breaths.

“I love you”

Was it that easy for him to say?

“I.”

“Love.”

“You.”

Why were you so affected by it? Why was this the first time that these words, in that order, did matter?

You sent one apologetic glance over your shoulder as you tip-toed out of the bedroom, sex still heavy in the air. Your high heels were still in your hands as you crept out of Mingi’s apartment, out of fear that he could awaken at any moment, and you would not be able to stay indifferent enough to brush his pleas away.

Would he say your name in the morning?

Would he miss you when he realised you were gone?

Shit. You were in deep trouble.

You pulled down your dress a little, flipped one of the straps that decided it was not the time to look neat, and shoved the tights that you had not had the time nor the courage to stay and put on into your handbag. There was no chance you were going to stay in that same space as him. The adoration was borderline suffocating. It was so pure. So… honest. It made you sick to your stomach, and you were not sure if it was from disgust or from butterflies.

This was supposed to be just like any other Friday. A satiation of basic human instincts. A moment that was meant to be erased and the space filled by somebody else. But you had committed a fatal error. And you were sure of it. You had foolishly chosen Mingi: the one person who could not comprehend, nor have ‘no strings’ with you. In fact, all strings that he had ever been bound by led only to you.

In retrospect, it was obvious. All the years you had known him, he was always on your team. That silly boy. In university, he had brought you medicine when you were sick. Followed you and your ‘gang’ of troublemakers around almost like a groupie would follow a rock band. Stayed up with you in the campus library just to keep you company as you crunched out some report.

And now, even when life had thrown peers around different cities and countries and your friend group had whittled down to a tight-knit squad, he was still there. Loyal to you. Satisfied even if it was just you rejecting him repeatedly, selecting man after man, sometimes right in front of him, to bring home for the damned Friday night. All because at least before that moment, he could spend some time with you.

What were you thinking, falling for the trap of accepting a lover’s self-sacrifice?

A true libertine, you had chosen the primrose path of dalliance to tread. It was only a matter of time before you had to pay for it in full, for there was nothing in the world that could fix Song Mingi’s heart of gold if it were to break.

You stumbled outside of his apartment building, finally remembering to tug on the heels as your bare feet hit the biting cold concrete. It was barely three in the morning. Much earlier than you had ever left a one-night-stand’s place before. But this was different. In every way it was really fucking different. You hobbled away, cursing yourself over and over as you fished out your nearly dead mobile phone out of your bag, searching for the number of the only one you could call when the apocalypse was upon you.

He picked up after the third ring, just as you were passing under a streetlight. The roads were completely deserted, the residential district wrapped up in a cosy blanket until the morning. Somnolent trees lining pathways and sidewalks were barely rocking, and the only sounds that filled the air were the rumbles of distant traffic.

“Yeah? Y/N? What happened? You normally don’t call-”

“Wooyoung. I fucked up. Really badly. I really, really, badly fucked up.” You felt tears beginning to well up and sting you, threatening to spill over at any moment. Your friend was so concerned about you, launching to try and comfort you. It made you think back to those damn words that had imprinted themselves in your mind. Replaying again and again.

“Wait, wait, what happened, hold on? Are you okay? Are you safe? Where are you? San and I are coming to get you right now-”

“I slept with Mingi.” You cut him off. You were no longer walking; your legs were barely supporting you anyways.

“WHAT?” silence on the line as you heard shuffling and hushed, indecipherable whispers. “So, by that do you mean like, uh… heavy petting and foreplay or-”

“Since when does SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE mean THIRD BASE in our vocabulary, Woo?” you yelled, though without much conviction – you sounded too choked up.

“Fair point… well was it worth it at least?” you were not surprised that Wooyoung would inquire after that even when you were on the verge of melting down right on him.

“Oh, for fucks sake, YES, yes it was good. Very good in fact. More than good.”

“Then hey, at least that’s a positive. Then why are you so distressed? I know he has eyes for you but you know, so do like seventy percent of the guys at work.”

“He said he loved me.” You forced out, attempting to regain some nonchalance.

“No way.” Wooyoung muttered under his breath.

“Yes way.

“Fu-u-uck… Okay Y/N where are you this needs some wine and a good game plan.” You heard the rattling of keys and rapid footsteps. You tried to imagine the layout of your friend’s pad. Anything to get you away from what you had just done.

“I am… you know what let me send you my live location.” You could not bring yourself to take a single step back, even though you had seen a street sign. Going back would mean getting closer to him.

“Cool, stay put,” Wooyoung ended your conversation, but before hanging up you could hear him shouting at San to ‘stop sulking over that bitch there is a real catastrophe happening out there’.

No better words to describe it.

You used Mingi.

While Mingi loved you.

Be The Light (Part 2)

pairing: ateez (ot8) x reader

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

wc: 5k+ (I'm sorry?)

warnings: ANGST. Mentions of food. MC is... going through a lot of emotions. violence. this is set in strictland. 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.

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Sleep has evaded you since the night you returned to the base. The only reason you were able to catch some hours of rest that night was only because you were drained both physically and emotionally, having cried until you'd passed out of exhaustion.

Even with The Eight missing, the members of The Movement trust you enough to wait patiently until you come up with a plan to attack the government again. You had given them an ambiguous idea of what you were going to do, mentioning how Hongjoong had made sure things would run smoothly even without them around. No one had stepped out of the base unless absolutely necessary, but the same cannot be said for you.

It's close to dawn, and you're seated on a ledge overlooking the city, which has suspiciously been bathed in silence since the fateful day. You've been on high alert, strengthening security and ensuring that if push comes to shove, all of you will have a way to escape without any more casualties. You do not want any more blood on your hands.

A movement in the corner of your eye catches your attention. From your vantage point, you spot a bunch of vehicles silently moving through the streets. Your eyes follow the tail lights to the center of the sector. Android Guardians step out and work on something, you can't see clearly from a distance, but you can feel it in your bones that whatever they're planning is not going to be good. It takes them an hour to install whatever it is, and by the time they leave, the city is waking up.

You turn and don your cloak, pulling up the hood as you make your way to the streets down below, allowing yourself to be led by the masses of people as they go about their day. Not only does this allow you to not think about what had happened a few days ago, but you're also able to scour the city for any signs of trouble for your group without drawing too much attention to yourself. Without Yeosang to look out for you, moving about on your own would be dangerous. At least with people around you, you can hide yourself in the crowd.

You've always found a sense of peace in the act of walking, which is why you assumed the role of the scout. You are unassuming enough to be overlooked, especially when in a crowd of people. There have been so many instances when you were on the run from the Android Guardians and had slipped between a mass of people, effectively disappearing from their radar. It was precisely because of this skill that, to the government, you were known as The Shadow.

"You won't guess what they've taken to calling our Light," Mingi's deep voice breaks the intense discussion you'd been having with Hongjoong and Seonghwa. His tone also catches the attention of the others, and one by one, they trickle into the room, trying to catch a glimpse of the flyer in the tallest member's hands.

"What is it?" Curiosity tugs you closer to Mingi, and all of you fall silent when he holds up the piece of paper for all of you to read.

"That's an irony if I've ever seen one," Jongho manages to utter before collapsing into a fit of giggles which starts a chain reaction, and soon, all of you are laughing not only at the fact that they've named you 'Shadow' of all things, but also the preposterous descriptions.

"They're literally contradicting themselves with each sentence," Yeosang chuckles while reading out what's written. "Did they even proofread this? 'Assumed to be 140 cm' is followed by 'is considerably taller than The Arsonist, who's known to be 173 cm'."

"That's borderline offensive, by the way, I know our shortie isn't very tall, but 140 cm is just too much," Yunho is practically kneeling on the ground at this point, laughing so hard that his legs can't hold him up anymore.

"I can't get over the 'is considerably taller than The Arsonist,' our Light is the only one of us who's shorter than me!" Wooyoung whines, throwing himself onto the nearest person. Unfortunately for him, however, Seonghwa sidesteps the incoming ball of energy, and he crashes into Yunho, eliciting another round of laughter from all of you.

"It's quite fitting, though," Hongjoong muses once all of you have calmed down somewhat. "The codename," he explains when he sees your confused expressions, "I remember reading somewhere that revolution cannot be spelled without love, but backwards. And the fact that they're our Light, which automatically makes them a shadow for Z and his regime."

Mingi whistles appreciatively, "Damn…that was deep."

You're pulled back to the present when you almost bump into someone, but thankfully, you catch yourself at the last moment. It's only when you realize everyone is looking at something that you lift your eyes to take in what has caught everyone's attention.

It takes you a second to truly register what you're seeing, and when you do, your brain reminds you of how truly terrified you are. The memory of your boys has eased some of your nerves, momentarily making you forget that no one is waiting for you back at the base. You won't ever see Hongjoong's impressed face when you manage to outwit him. You won't feel Seonghwa's warmth ever again. You won't have any more dance battles with Yunho and Mingi, nor will you ever be a part of the infamous WooSan sandwich. You won't ever find solace in Jongho's presence, and Yeosang will never show off his IT skills. Not anymore.

As you take in the figure the government had erected, you're left bereft and grieving for your loss all over again. It is decked in Seonghwa's accessories from head to toe. For being nothing but a human construction, the figure looks lively, especially due to the cloak that flutters in the air as if it’s alive.

"The members of HALATEEZ have been taken down. With their leaders gone, The Movement has retreated, and peace is finally restored." Z's voice blares from the loudspeakers. "Remember—"

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.

Your stomach churns, and you swallow back a sob. You can’t cry, not here, where anyone can see you. For the first time in forever, you feel exposed, as if someone has stripped you of your skin, and all that remains are your bones. How could you have never realized how the boys had always acted like a safety blanket? Their presence was grounding even when the world was breaking apart at the seams. And now, they had been ripped away from you, leaving you bereft and grieving the sense of security you had once enjoyed.

You take a step back, then another, and another. Before long, you’re tracing your way back to the hideout. Once you can’t see the crowd or the abomination they’ve erected, you run. Throwing caution to the wind, you don't stop until you're back in the safety of your room.

Your back presses against the door, and you slide down onto your knees. Panicked shivers overtake your body as you tremble from fear. Gasping for breath, you gulp air as if tasting it for the very first time, trying to overcome the compression in your chest that threatens to drown you. What hurts the most is the guilt that you feel, questions plaguing your mind as you fall into despair once again.

What if you had confronted them during breakfast that day? Would they still be alive?

What if you'd figured out their plans earlier? Would they be here with you, celebrating yet another victory?

What if?

What if?

What if?

The silence extends across the hideout, blanketing everything in its cold embrace. Usually, you would hear voices from the various rooms as you walk through a hallway or the shuffle of footsteps just out of reach as someone goes about their daily duties. But you had sent all of them to Left Eye's underground bunker on the outskirts of Sector 1. Your decision had been met with some reluctance, but after hearing what you had seen this morning, it was decided that leaving would be the best course of action for now. After the huge loss incurred at the hands of the Android Guardians, it would take The Movement a while to rise from the ashes. But you would. You had done it before, you could do it again.

Now all alone in the hideout, you stand in the common area, eyes trained on the Cromer that you've placed on the table. Your fingers are poised over the device, your hand trembling as you hesitate to touch it. Touching it would mean everything you've experienced in the last few days is real. Once you let yourself hold the device again, you'll have to come to terms with the fact that you won't wake up from this nightmare.

Alone in the room, you're quiet, but the rage that followed your breakdown this morning is still coursing through your veins, wanting to bubble over. You want to unleash your anger at the world, to break it apart until it's barely holding together. You want to unleash hell on Z, to tear into him with your bare fingers until he feels the agony that you felt when he took your family away from you. You've never been violent, opting to leave that part to the boys. Instead, you chose to patch up the hearts that had been broken by the government. But right now, you crave the vindictive relief that comes with violence.

Sucking in a deep breath, you turn around abruptly and walk out of the room with a sense of purpose. Your footsteps are slow and careful, carefully timed with each inhale as you try to get as far away from the Cromer as you can. When you finally stop to take in your surroundings, you find yourself in front of Hongjoong's office. Unlike the rest of the base, this door is imposing, not just because beyond it lies the office of your Captain, but also because the room carries secrets you're not sure you want to know. You lean forward, resting your forehead against the door, and let yourself feel for a moment. With your eyes closed like this, the base seems alive, walls thrumming against your touch. In a world that has been stripped off of emotions, you find it fitting that the building you chose to be The Movement's base is brimming with life.

Taking another deep breath, you push the door open, making a beeline toward the desk in the center of the room. Your hand brushes against the expensive wood, fingers curling around the handle of the drawer in which Hongjoong kept tidbits that reminded him of all of you. He was a hoarder, always unable to part with something he considered precious, even if it wasn't of use anymore. He would keep it for the sake of memory, for the nostalgia that came with still having something that meant so much at some point in the past. Seonghwa always scolded him for it, threatening to throw away or burn all the stuff that didn't work anymore, but he never got around to it. And you're glad he didn't. Now that they're no longer here, you suppose the things Hongjoong had collected are all that's left of them.

Just as you pull the drawer open a smidge, a voice in the back of your mind reminds you about the memory card Yunho had mentioned in the letter, and you close it with a bang. It's too soon. Much too soon for you to be able to remember every memory associated with the things inside. You can't have another breakdown, not right now when the full moon is to rise in a few hours. You need to be prepared for tonight.

You flip through the files and notes, coming across a small diary that has the letters ATZ embellished on it. You open it, hoping to find something that would help you find a way to bring 'them' to your world.

The universe is divided into dimensions. Each is separated from the other by space and time. The only device that can connect the dimensions is the Cromer which 'imitates' the phases of the moon.

You find a note folded between the pages, Hongjoong's messy writing making it slightly difficult to decipher what's written. It is clear that he had written it down in a hurry, but it makes you smile regardless, the familiarity of his writing making it easier for you to breathe.

My Light,

In case things don't work out and you have to execute Plan B, please follow these instructions to bring them here.

During the last crescent moon, I asked the leader of the group from the other dimension to be ready for you on the next full moon. I tried my best to explain everything to him through the dream, but I'm not sure how successful I was. Rest assured, however, that they will be prepared for you to bring them here.

Since they do not have the Cromer, you will have to travel to their dimension (Universe A) and then come back with them to ours (Universe Z). Turn the Cromer clockwise to travel to A and anticlockwise to return. You’ll need to be in direct moonlight to travel. Don't wait for the next full moon to travel home, no matter what.

Be safe.

KHJ

You leaf through other notes about the Cromer, but they're all more or less the same. You file everything for future use, stacking everything in piles of connected information so that it'll be easier for you to access it in the future. When the clock chimes, you realize how late it is, and you scramble to retrieve your cloak and mask from your room. You shoulder the bag you had prepared in advance before snatching the Cromer. With some hesitation, you also grab a pistol and tuck it into your belt before leaving the hideout.

Hidden in the shadows of the night, you pad down the dark, empty streets of the city. From somewhere nearby, you can hear the damned audio Z has resumed playing since this morning. Once you reach your destination, you allow yourself to rush as you climb up the stairs of the abandoned building.

When you arrive on the rooftop, you relish in the moonlight that bathes you in its essence. You hold the Cromer, which glows in your hands as if anticipating what you are about to do. You take a deep breath, and before you can convince yourself that it is a bad idea, you turn it clockwise.

And then, the world turns upside down.

Suddenly, time becomes palpable. It’s slowing down around you, flowing over and around you as if you’re not part of this world anymore. Enchanted, you bring up your hand, watching the flow slow down until it stops fully. The colors start to dissolve into nothingness, and something pulls at you. The very next moment, you’re falling. You don’t know how long you fall, but you feel it when the world starts to reform around you.

Eyes wide, you take in the unfamiliar surroundings. It’s bright, much too bright and colorful than your own gray world. The alley you have ended up in is isolated, but somewhere nearby, you can hear the sounds of footsteps and vehicles rambling on the road. The noise is punctuated by gleeful shouts and laughter of people. For a moment, you feel overwhelmed. This world is reminiscent of yours before Z took over. You had forgotten how lively a place could be when people are allowed to feel.

Turning in a full circle, you take account of everything around you, stopping short when your gaze lands on a tall stranger leaning against the lone lamp post that lights up the alleyway. The first thing you notice is his hair, a bright orange with red tips that mimics fire. Your gaze then falls on his face; the familiarity of his sharp cheekbones and blazing eyes makes you take a step back in shock. In your chest, your heart beats a mile a minute, and you find yourself struggling with the simple act of breathing. Seeing your distressed state, he takes a step towards you, but you hold up your hand, stopping him in his tracks.

“Give me a minute. My body is adjusting to this place,” your voice is strained. You can tell he doesn’t believe you, but thankfully he says nothing and stays away from you.

You can’t believe Hongjoong would do this to you. He could have mentioned that the people he had contacted were basically another version of themselves. Had he really expected you to take this in stride?

“The Captain didn’t mention it to you because he knew you wouldn’t have traveled here if you knew,” The softness of his voice washes over you, the deep baritone vibrating in your soul.

It’s jarring. Not only does he look the same, but the kindness that burns behind his eyes is also the same. You’ve been on the receiving end of Mingi’s concern so many times, and feeling it once again is surreal. He is not your Mingi, but he is Mingi, and it confuses you.

“Are you—Will you be okay?” He’s perceptive, you’ll give him that. Or maybe it’s simply because he has joined the dots together. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why you are here, especially after Hongjoong gave them a heads-up.

You nod, still struggling to catch your breath. You take him in, drinking in his appearance greedily. He does the same, even though he can’t see your face considering you’re still wearing your mask. But he watches you with a soft, hopeful expression, and you can’t miss the longing in his eyes. You watch his gaze fall to the device in your hands, and he straightens up as if suddenly realizing something.

“The others are waiting at the warehouse. It’s at the end of this alley,” he says, nodding toward the right before taking a step in that direction. You blanch at the ice in his tone, wondering why his demeanor changed so suddenly.

He doesn’t wait for you, doesn’t look back to make sure you’re following him. You scramble to keep up with his stride, his long legs carrying him faster than you are accustomed to. He watches you from the corner of his eye, one corner of his lip rising as he slows down a bit, allowing you to catch up with him.

“Don’t you dare,” you narrow your eyes at him when he bites his lips to stop himself from laughing. You know what he’s thinking from the way his eyes light up with mirth.

“But I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to,” you roll your eyes, glaring at him, at which he finally lets out a laugh. Sighing exasperatedly, you walk faster, trying to ignore the longing that washes over you. You have to remind yourself that he isn’t your Mingi, regardless of how much he looks or acts like him.

He leads you to the front of an abandoned warehouse, stopping in front of the door. You can hear voices from inside, familiar voices that cause you to freeze up. He allows you a moment to prepare yourself, hand reaching out towards you as if wanting to comfort you, but he thinks better of it when you flinch. He smiles sadly as if he had expected your reaction and opens the door, causing the conversations inside to halt.

You take another deep breath and follow Mingi into the warehouse, peeking at the others from behind Mingi’s tall figure. But, no amount of readiness could have prepared you for the sight in front of you. As soon as your gaze lands on the seven figures, you feel tears poor in your eyes and the familiar sting of heartache tugs at your soul. You can feel your hands trembling, but you clench them against your sides, hoping to appear nonchalant. A traitorous tear slips past your eyes, however, when the feline-eyed boy takes a step towards you and whispers your name with a small, pained smile gracing his lips.

“Do you… maybe want to take a seat?” Hongjoong’s voice is tentative, and you almost snap at him, wanting to tell him that you’re not some cornered animal he has to walk on eggshells around, but stop yourself before you can. He’s not your Hongjoong, and you can’t be mad at him for something someone else did. It wouldn’t be fair to him at all.

“We should leave as soon as possible,” you mentally cheer for yourself when your voice doesn’t crack. “You should wear these, though. We can’t afford to get caught, and those clothes of yours will stand out.”

There’s a beat of silence before all of them jump into action and crowd around your bag, donning the cloaks and masks you had packed. You deliberately look away from them, repeating the words ‘they’re not them’ in your head like a mantra. From the corner of your eye, you do catch Seonghwa’s face pulling into a tentative sort of wince, as if he’s ready for you to burst into tears but ignore him until they’re ready. You face them again when they’re done, noticing that it’s easier to look at them when you can’t see their faces.

“Shall we?”

You hole yourself up in your room for the next few days, and you are thankful that all of them give you some space to tackle the raging emotions inside of you. Returning to the base and seeing all eight of them spread around the space that was used by your comrades was all it took for the controlled facade you built for yourself to break. With a stern warning to not go into any of the eight offices and just stick to the bedrooms, you had rushed to your own, locking yourself up.

You have a stash of non-perishable snacks and some water courtesy of Woo, who had created a small hidden compartment for you to keep them in. And since you have your own bathroom, you really don’t have a reason to leave. You know it’s not right and that you should probably be training them, but you don’t think you’re capable of facing them. Just a few minutes took so much energy from you. How are you supposed to train with them for hours?

You try to clear your mind by doing some yoga, but the clarity brought by it doesn’t last for more than a few minutes, and more often than not, you find yourself sinking back into a pit of despair. Your mind keeps running through memories of your boys, but you feel betrayed. Not just by the fact that they deliberately kept the decoy plan from you but also because you had been kept in the dark about the people you were supposed to bring back to keep The Movement alive. You have so many questions about the reason for their actions, but you can’t really ask anyone. After all, you can never get answers from the dead. And you’re not even sure if you want to find out the answers because you know it will open a whole new can of worms that you would rather keep at bay.

Sighing, you get up from the mess of blankets to grab the water bottle, only to find it empty. A quick scan through your stash shows you that you have no water left in your room. Without much of a choice, you grab your jacket and throw it on before opening your door a crack. You peek out of your room, and since it’s quite late, you don’t hear any movement. Satisfied, you tiptoe past the rooms that line the hallway, not wanting to alert anyone of your movements.

Your plan is foiled when you reach the kitchen and bump into someone, staggering somewhat as the blow makes you lose your footing. An arm steadies you, and you feel the warmth of someone’s cardigan brush against you. Gulping, you brave a look at the person, only to regret it immediately. You find Yunho looking down at you with his brows furrowed in concern. He’s biting his lips as if batting with himself. But then, something shifts, and the storm in his eyes gives way to a softer expression.

“Are you okay?” He asks, releasing you from his hold but not making any effort to create any more distance between the two of you.

“Yeah,” your voice is barely above a whisper, but it rings loud and clear in the silence of the night.

You know he is trying his best not to let his eyes sweep over your form. But even a blind person can notice the worry reflected in his eyes at your disheveled state. With a sigh, he holds out a water bottle for you.

“Drink this and sit down,” his voice is soft but firm, and you don’t resist. It’s easier than being dragged down by your thoughts, anyway. You think he’s about to leave, but much to your surprise, he pulls out two frying pans before grabbing some butter, eggs, and bread.

“What are you doing?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you watch him crack eggs into a bowl.

“Making you a grilled cheese,” he shrugs, your confusion pulling a smile on his lips.

“Why?”

“Well, you have probably been living on snacks for the past couple of days,” he scrunches his nose in distaste, but his voice is laced with compassion and warmth as he grabs a knife from one of the drawers. “And also, it’s the only thing I can cook without burning down the hideout.”

You chuckle involuntarily, watching as his expression lights up at the first happy sound he’s heard from you. He drops some butter into the pan, followed by two slices of bread.

“We were worried about you.”

“Oh,” you mutter, not knowing what else to say.

Comfortable silence encompasses the two of you as he cooks. Images of one of the boys doing something similar crossed your mind. They used to do the exact same thing when you had a nightmare. Though, unlike Yunho, who prepares the meal in silence, the boys would usually tell you stories or make jokes until you were laughing again. You are shaken out of your thoughts when Yunho places grilled cheese and orange juice in front of you.

“Don’t go back to sleep before you have finished all of this, alright?” He hesitates for a moment but pats your head once, “We sort of understand how you’re feeling. But trying to escape from reality won’t do you any good. I hope you can start hanging out with us soon, little Light.”

“Shortie, you can’t be this slow,” Yunho chides you as he hauls you up from the ground, the quick movement disorienting you a bit.

“I’m better than most people at this, though,” you say as you block the incoming hit, dodging all successive attacks Yunho throws at you.

“Yes, but you need to be better.”

“Why?” You whine, ducking just in time for his fist to whoosh past your head.

“Because Captain said so.”

They’ve been training you hard recently, and though you’d appreciate it any other day, you really don’t fancy getting up at the crack of dawn to train with one of them. San and Yunho are usually the worst and leave you feeling achy and wrung out after only a few rounds.

You dodge another attack, but you know that he has the upper hand, and at that moment, as he grins wolfishly at you, you decide to use the one thing you know would take him down and shut him up for the next few days.

‘When aimed correctly, in the right order, and at the right moment, roundhouse kicks can take anyone down. No matter how strong or weak they are,’ San’s voice rings in your ears clear as day. He had shown you the technique a week ago, insisting that you master it as soon as possible.

You see Yunho coming at you for another punch, and you dodge it. He isn’t expecting that and falters on his feet. So, taking the chance, you land a blow of your own. He’s not winded, but he’s surprised and using that to your advantage, you land solid to his kick to his ribs. Unfortunately for you, he grabs your elbow and takes you down with him. He flips you in mid-air, and you find all fight draining instantly when he goes limp.

“Get off,” you groan, trying to push him away from you. “You’re heavy!”

“And you are getting better,” he breathes, smirking down at you even though his lip is bleeding. “Soon, you’ll be able to take all of us down in a fight, little Light.”

The sudden onslaught of memory renders you speechless. A lump forms in your throat, and you freeze in your seat. You can tell that Yunho is unsettled by watching what must have been a storm of emotions reflected in your eyes.

“Don’t,” your voice cracks, but your icy tone is enough for him to take a step back. He gapes at you when you turn your fiery gaze onto him, “Don’t call me Light.”

“What do we call you then?” His voice is a little shaky.

“...Shadow,” Your voice comes out small and strangled.

Yunho blanches, guarded expression faltering instantly, and you swear his eyes well up with tears. But then, before you can think of something to say, he’s walking away, leaving you all alone in the cold kitchen. A sob erupts from your lips faster , you don’t know how to navigate the mess you are in, and unfortunately for you, you do not have the time to.

Better Than Me? | Two-Shot (San, Wooyoung, Yunho, Seonghwa)

Rating/genre: M(18+), established relationship, also friends to fucking; smut 💖 Pairings: Fem!Reader x San, Fem!Reader x Wooyoung, Fem!Reader x Yunho, Fem!Reader x Seonghwa Warnings: Explicit smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, taunting/teasing, dom!San, bratty-ish sub!reader, lost/confused other members lol, San is such a shit honestly, debatably dub-con (reader says ‘no’ and while we know she’s into it, there’s no way for the others to know at first), she has a safeword and they mention it but she doesn’t use it, manhandling, reader is small/weak enough to be easily restrained by San, degradation/humiliation, reader gets called a slut, brat and good girl, also pet names ‘baby’, ‘jagi’ and ‘sweetheart’, reader wears a skirt, bra and panties Word Count: 5.5k Summary: It’s always been just a harmless game, flirting with your boyfriend, San’s, good friends. He’s even in on it. But one night, he starts pushing things further than ever before. 

A/N: This might not be for everyone. It is sort of dub-con at first so if you are not down for that PLEASE heed this warning and DO NOT read. I do not want anyone triggered because of this. The activities that take place have been very loosely (read: jokingly) discussed with reader prior but no explicit consent was given and what happens could be seen as coercion because she does sort of fight it and appears unsure at first.

“Shhh, baby…Do you want the guys to hear how much of a slut you are?”

Without thinking, you had nodded, too caught up in the bliss of San’s fingers working inside of you. 

He already knew you found his friends attractive; you’d talked about it before. And it didn’t really seem to bug him. Mostly he liked to taunt you about it, usually when he was deep inside you – thought it was funny that you found all of them hot but he was the one that got to have you. 

But to the point where you actually wanted them to hear your moans? That, he hadn’t exactly been expecting. 

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8 makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of , crying , slight anxiety, bonding time , minor panic attack, Wooyoung being mean to Seonghwa , OCD , starvation, please tell me if I forgot something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez in any type of way

Tag list : @veneziamadness , @hcyaa , @sadcoffeecritic , @aapplepii , @lavishloving , @dogsongy , @acciocriativity

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Word count : 2,6k

She checked in early and started walking towards the room she prepared for the first group to have breakfast

A table suitable for the four of them to sit comfortably on cozy chairs, each one with their cup and plates and in front of them plenty of many varieties of food and especially the things they requested

" First one to be picked up is Seonghwa "

She locked the room and made her way towards the 0300 area greeting the guards that were in their morning shift

" Has he had troubles while sleeping? "

" Surprisingly he was very calm "

She smiled and went inside quietly to not wake up the sleeping boy

" Seonghwa morning "

She shook him gently to not scare him that much

" Seonghwa it's time for breakfast "

The boy gasped and backed away before realizing who it was

" Did I scare you ? "

" A-A little "

He yawned and rubbed his eyes

" Well good morning sunshine "

Y/n smiled and looked as he stretched himself

" Morning Y/n , you came "

The boy smiled and hugged her

" Of course I promised you didn't I ? "

He nodded and slipped into his bunny crocs

" I need to freshen up "

Seonghwa ran towards his sink and started to brush his teeth and wash his face

" We will pick up our next group member "

The boys eyes widened as he dried his face

" A-Another member , is he mean ? "

" Don't worry Seonghwa, the next member is a year younger than you and he might use sign language with you since he's not really used to speak with others using his voice "

" Will he make fun of my bunny crocs ? "

" He actually has the same crocs but just with oranges on them instead of bunnies "

She smiled extending her hand

" You don't need to worry , now is it ok if we go pick up the next friend? "

The blonde boy grabbed her hand after double checking if his room was tidy and the windows closed and trailed shyly behind her as they made their way towards the 0800 area

" What will we do after breakfast? "

" I actually had a fun creative idea for you guys so you can be busy and not bored "

" What is it ? "

" It's a Surprise "

They stopped in front of the door and went inside seeing the ginger boy already sitting on his bed swaying them back and forth

" Morning Mingi "

He looked at her and smiled but his smile changed into a a curios open mouthed one

' Who's the boy behind you ? '

He signed and came forward  peeking behind her shoulder

" This is Seonghwa one of the friends we will be having breakfast for a while with "

' Is he shy ? I hope I didn't scare him '

Mingi signed sadly and back away

As if Seonghwa understood what the boy said he moved away from behind Y/n and waved with a tiny smile

" See he's not scared of you Mingi "

" Y-Yeah I'm-m not scared I'm just surprise because your taller than me "

Mingi giggled

' Thank you you'll grow to don't worry '

Y/n laughed and rubbed Seonghwa's back who smiled confused

" What did he say? "

" He said you don't need to worry because your still growing "

Seonghwa smiled and stepped in front of Mingi

" Come on we will eat breakfas-st "

Mingi smiled and nodded at the blonde boy

" Now we will go and pick up our next friend "

They all went out Mingis room and went towards the next room

" Let's be quiet seems like he is still sleeping "

Seonghwa turned towards Mingi who looked at him and nodded quietly making a shushing sound

" Good morning Wooyoung "

The boy looked up and yawned smiling

" Y/nnn you came "

He threw the covers away from his body and was about to hug her but stopped as he saw Seonghwa  looking around and fiddling with his fingers

" Seonghwa don't worry it's ok "

The ginger boy looked concerned as Y/n calmed down the other boy

" What is wrong with him ? "

Wooyoung looked at the boy confused as he went to brush his teeth

" Nothing is wrong with him he was just startled by you throwing your covers loudly "

She kept rubbing his back as he looked at her afraid

" Seonghwa don't worry everything is ok "

" H-His room is so messy I-I can't "

He detached himself from her and started tidying up his bed and pick up the mess of paper he hand on the floor

' Why is he tidying up Wooyoung's room ? '

Mingi signed confused

' Seonghwa has a disorder called obsessive compulsive disorder '

' What does that have to do with tidying up '

' People with OCD have the need to repeat the same actions all over again and in Seonghwa's case he can't see messy things that's why he likes clean and tidy places and this act is called compulsive behavior "

' Compulsive behavior? '

' For example, checking your windows the whole time to make sure their closed ‘

' So it means doing things more than once ? '

' Yeah exactly'

' Why does someone become this ? '

' Genetics, differences in the brain and a lot of other things '

Mingi nodded fully understanding

" I'm done brushing my teeth Y/n"

Wooyoung yelled exited making Seonghwa cover his ears and stare at him

" Why are you so loud i-in the morning "

" I'm exited to see Y/n , am I not allowed to be exited now ? "

The blonde-black haired boy scoffed and looked at the blonde annoyed

" Stop touching my bedsheets "

" It-ts messy and I need to tidy it "

He straightened the blanket and backed away

" Don't you know it's rude to touch peoples stuff without their permission? "

" I-I was just helping you "

Seonghwa hurriedly walked back towards Mingi and Y/n who smiled at him

" Wooyoung it's ok Seonghwa just wanted to help you out "

" Yeah so don't be mad at him "

Mingi said and put his arm around Seonghwa's shoulder who looked at him

" He talked Y/n "

" Woah his voice is deep "

Wooyoung laughed

" Is it something bad to have a deep voice ? "

" I just think it's very cool I wish I had it too "

The boy looked at the taller with a small smile

" Your voice is adorable "

" My dad said I sound annoying "

He gritted his teeth but stopped when Mingi patted his back

" Your dad doesn't know what he's talking about, I like your voice it's strangely comforting "

“Y/n watched them interact with a smile on her face , she didn't expect for them to bond that fast

" Ok boys we still need to pick up two friends and than we can go eat "

" I thought we where only four people "

Seonghwa looked behind him and than back to Wooyoung who looked at him confused

" Our friend has a little bear "

Mingi's mouth opened as he understood following with Wooyoung's nodding

" A B-Bear ?! I don't want to go what if it eats me or attacks me "

Seonghwa looked afraid making Wooyoung scoff

" Are you really that dumb or something? , why would they let a freaking living animal inside a mental hospital ? Let alone a bear "

" Wooyoung , remember what I had told you yesterday "

" It's not my faul that he's dum-"

Y/n looked at him and shook her head

" Seonghwa it's a stuffed bear don't worry sweetheart it's just a cute little one "

" And Wooyoung it's not nice to call your friends dumb it can hurt their feelings "

Seonghwa looked like he was on the verge of tears but Mingi held his shoulder and shook his head with a smile

" Now if we enter the room we have to be very quiet to not wake him up "

She said and entered after checking in and slowly walked towards the younger

" Jongho , wake up it's breakfast time "

Y/n shook him slightly as the boy stirred

" See Seonghwa it's just a cute bear "

Mingi whispered softly as Seonghwa nodded

" Jongho "

He finally opened his eyes and rubbed them before sitting up with his hair sticking all up

“ Morning Y/n ”

The boy yawned and looked around before landing his eyes on the three boys behind her

" Are they the ones you mentioned yesterday?"

" Yes , you'll be having breakfast with everyone here until I put you together with the second group so I can watch and monitor every one "

He nodded and stood up to go and get ready

" H-His room is clean "

Seonghwa looked around as Wooyoung looked at him crossing his arms

" Is your room even clean?"

" I-I cant stand seeing messy things "

Y/n watched them carefully as Wooyoung suddenly approached the duo

" How old are you guys actually ? "

She smiled seeing him trying to contain himself and actually interact

" I'm sixteen "

Seonghwa replied looking at Mingi who gulped

" I'm 14 but I forgot when my birthday is "

" Me too , I just know that I'm 12 I lost interest since they don't celebrate my birthdays here "

" W-Why don't they celebrate your birthdays here ? birthdays are important "

" Yeah I once saw the way people celebrate their birthdays on tv in the recess room "

" What did they do ? "

" This one girl had a full table with delicious things and her cake was huge "

Mingi put his hands up to show how big it was

" Woah, I wouldn't be allowed to eat that much sugar in a day "

" I wouldn't be able to even eat that it's a rich peoples thing to buy big things "

Wooyoung shrugged and looked back seeing

Y/n smile at them as she waited patiently with Jongho

" So have the friends finish talking ? , we are kinda hungry and want to go eat "

She chuckled and opened the door for them to go out so she could check out

" I'm exited for my cheese toast "

Jongho spoke to his bear slightly patting its head

" What did you guys ask to eat? "

" I asked for strawberry milk "

" I don't remember asking for anything special, does it mean I'm not gonna eat breakfast Y/n "

" No Mingi , I made sure there is plenty of variety you can choose from "

" I didn't ask for anything either can I eat too ?"

" Of course you can Wooyoung"

He smiled as she ruffled his hair

" I thought I wouldn't be able to eat because i threatened you yesterday "

" Wooyoung , even thought it's not good to threaten people , I would never use that as a excuse to not let you eat or make it a punishment so trust me "

" My dad used to do this so I thought maybe you would too "

She shook her head and smiled at him for assurance

" Well before I open this magical door, who wants to sit next to who ? since I saw you getting comfortable with each other already "

Upon hearing that Wooyoung grabbed her arm and Seonghwa as well

" I'll sit next to him "

Mingi pointed at Jongho who looked down scared because he thought nobody would want to sit with him

" So it's settled Mingi and Jongho "

Mingi smiled softly and scratched the back of his head nervously as to why the younger wasn't looking at him

' Does he not want to sit with me Y/n ? did I do something wrong ? '

He signed looking at her with puzzled look

" Mingi , Jongho is just a bit shy and you didn't do anything wrong ok ? "

The boy looked hesitant and waited patiently

" I'll open the door now and than you'll sit wherever you want to sit "

She unlocked the door and heard loud gasps

" Wow this is a beautiful room "

Seonghwa looked amazed at how well everything was organized and colorful

" I want to sit near the chocolate buns "

Wooyoung raced inside and sat down covering his mouth

" What's wrong ? "

" These chairs are so soft and comfortable "

He smiled and looked at the food

" Well Seonghwa what do you think "

The boy didn't reply as he stared at the pink strawberry milk pack in amazement

" Do you like it that much ? "

Y/n chuckled and smiled before signaling the boy to sit

" I don't want to hold you back so dig in "

Jongho looked at her waved her over

" I don't know how to toast this "

He whispered to her ashamed

" Don't worry how about Mingi helping you ? "

The younger looked at the taller and took a deep breath closing his eyes

" C-Can you help me toast my bread ? "

He opened an eye cautiously as Mingi looked at him with a half smile

" Put your bread in first "

Mingi waited for the boy to place his bread on the sandwich maker

" Now you close it and wait until this button turns green than you take it out "

" Thank you "

" Can I ask you a question? "

Jongho hummed and looked up

" Are you perhaps scared of me ? "

" You look intimidating so I was a bit scared "

Mingi nodded and looked away sighing before eating his cereal with strawberries inside

' Don't worry Mingi , he'll open up to you as time paces '

She had tapped the table for him to look at her

' Nobody seems to like me I'm just a burden and tall and scary  '

He started crying with his head hung low

" Mingi , please don't cry "

She rushed to his side and wiped away his tears

" I like you a lot Mingi , and the boys just got to meet you we can't expect them to directly like you without getting to know you first right ? "

He sniffed at looked at her before nodding

" Give them some time to get to know the Mingi you want them to befriend "

Y/n wiped his tears and ruffled his hair making him smile again

" Go ahead and eat we don't want you cereal to be soggy "

She stood up and observed everything slowly with a chuckle seeing how Seonghwa struggled watching Wooyoung get messy with his chocolate bun 

" Stop touching the strawberries with your boogie stained fingers !"

The elder screeched after seeing Wooyoung pick his nose

" I don't have boogers on my fingers see "

He held it closer to the elders face making him stand up and scream

" Stop it ! "

" Wooyoung stop he doesn't want you doing that to him , and don't touch food after doing what you just did "

Y/n handed him wipes and chuckled

"  Now I can't eat the strawberries "

Seonghwa started tearing up and banged his fists on the table catching Jongho of guard

" Hey calm down we still have more strawberries don't worry "

She handed him more strawberries and rubbed his back to calm him down

" Jongho does it taste good ? "

He nodded smiling as he ate his cheesy bread

" I want to try that too it looks good "

Wooyoung looked at Jongho who looked at him and handed him a piece

" Thank you "

" Y/n what are the boxes on the other table ? "

" There are  drink bottles inside"

" W-Why do we need bottles "

Seonghwa sniffed and wiped his nose

" I'll let you paint on them so you can have your own  bottle to drink from it whenever you want of feel like it

" Woah, are there different colors? "

Mingi smiled brightly

" There are different types you can choose "

She waited until everyone finished and handed them wipes to clean themselves

" Can we paint now ? "

" Sure don't stress about it "

" It's gonna get messy here "

Seonghwa looked overwhelmed seeing at the paints and markers

" Seonghwa sometimes it's ok to get messy don't worry about it we can clean afterwards "

" But I don't want to get messy , I'm clean "

“ That’s fine , just be careful than “

She moved them to the other table she set up quickly so they could start designing their own drinking bottles

“ Remember what I said ”

“ Don’t provoke anyone else while they work ”

Y/n smiled and gave high-five’s before playing some classic music to calm their nerves

“ I feel like a painter ”

Mingi smiled at Wooyoung’s response and hummed in agreement

“ Do you guys feel calm now ? ”

They all nodded making her smile and sit down and start writing into her group journal

8 makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Themes : angst , mental struggles, fears , Disorders etc

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of , angst , eating disorder , suicide , mentions of sadistic behavior , a little crying, inappropriate laughing, death , swearing , please tell me if I forgot something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez in any type of way

And I would like to apologize and just like to explain that after I post the chapters of you guys getting to meet the patients (Ateez ) there will be back stories as to why they are where they are and etc , besides I do my research before writing about these disorders and other things

Word count : 1,1k

MEETING YEOSANG

𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟬𝟴𝟵𝟭

𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚 : 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙔𝙚𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙜

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 : 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝟭𝟱, 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟵

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 : 𝟭,𝟳𝟯𝗺

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 : 𝗔𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘅𝗶𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘀𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗦𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 , misophonia

𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 , 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 , avoid having them in a room with loud chewing sounds

She walked down the hall and entered the break room where other physiatrists sat having their breaks eating or chatting

She just sat down quietly minding her business and ate her croissant as she reviewed her next patients file so she could have a clue on how to deal with him later on

" Oh gosh , she has that bully as a patient ”

" The Kang Yeosang ?! "

" That boy is such a nightmare "

Her colleges started to rant about the young boy

" wasn't he the one that caused three people to jump from the rooftop last year ? "

" Yeah also this year 2 more took their lives because he encouraged them to "

Some of them gasped as others just avoided talking about Yeosang

" How can a 16 year old be that cruel ? "

The one woman said as she shook her head

“ He even threatened to do an acid attack last month on one of the kids because he chewed loudly ”

“ I would understand since he has misophonia ”

“ That doesn’t give that bully the right just because he is sensitive to chewing sounds ”

" Why do you guys talk about these children like that have you even thought about helping them to get better instead of gossiping about them ? "

Y/n looked fed up as everyone went silent

" Your just this calm because you haven't met him yet , he's horrible so be careful "

Everyone packed their bags and left her there alone until she decided to also leave and go towards the boys room that had a red sticker on it but that didn't mean anything to her so she just walked in seeing a black mullet haired boy that laid down swinging his legs in the air

" Not another incompetent freak to irritate me today , wait who are you ? "

" Your new physiatrist , may I know your name ? Just so I can get more comfortable talking to you if that- "

" But I don't want you to get comfortable with me , who gave you the damn permission to walk in here and demand things from me "

She chuckled and approached the boy

" So your not going to tell me your name? "

" Are you deaf ? I told you I don't want you ass-kisser to get comfortable with me "

" Do you think it's nice to call someone you just meet names ? Is it that entertaining? "

He started laughing and sat up

" They deserve it , you guys deserve to suffer and I'm all in for it to see your painful faces "

" And this reminds me of that dumb girl Soojin that jumped from the rooftop killing herself just because I called her a imbecile and told her the truth she already knew anyways "

" And what was this so called truth ? "

" That her parents don't love her and she would never get out of here , parents that are tired of their children just abandon them here "

" And do you think it was ok to do so ? Don't you know that the littlest things could push the other person to their edge or worse just like what happened to the girl ? "

" She just jumped it's not like I pushed her "

He scoffed and plopped down onto his bed

" What are you still doing here anyways? aren't you going to bawl your eyes out like the others and run out of here ? "

Y/n chuckled as she adjusted her coat

" If your going to be scared of your patients than what's the logic of working here ? "

" You've got a point , why are you working here anyway ? Don't you get tired of working for these dunce ass kids that won't get better any time sooner or better to say they won't ever ? "

" I guess you don't know why we are here than"

She chuckled and eyed the boy who suddenly sat up and looked at her confused

" If your that smart of an ass explain "

" The goal of a physiatrist is to help patients recover their functional wellbeing and to return to a healthy and functional life so until they don't reach that goal they won't leave "

" Good to know that I won't get out of here "

" And why do you think so ? "

The boy huffed sadly and closed his eyes

" I have no one waiting for me outside these depressive walls that I have to call home "

She noticed tears and a smile across his face when he suddenly started laughing

" I guess I was born to suffer all alone , how does it feel to be a loved child ? "

" I'm an orphan , they died in a attack that occurred at the supermarket a long time ago "

" Imagine going to buy something to eat and end up getting killed how pathetic"

the boy bursted out laughed loudly as he looked the elder straight in the eyes but weirdly stopped after seeing how unfazed she was about him laughing to something that probably was causing her pain but none of that was shown

" Are you finished ? was it amusing ?"

" A-A little bit , but why are you not crying or scolding me for laughing about your tragedy?"

" Because I know you couldn't help it , and I grew past the stage of getting hurt over these little things my patients do , your not the first one that did this "

She rubbed her knees and looked at the boy who just sat there looking at her

" It felt good but looking at you doesn't make it funny anymore and I don't know why "

He huffed and threw the blanket away from his body

" Do they treat you well here ? "

" No , I hate it here and than they say their here to help me get better "

" And what do you mean by that ? "

" Tha-ats none of your business "

" Listen if you feel comfortable with telling me something I'm all ears but when you don't I will just respect your choice ok ? "

" Stop acting nice it disgusts me "

The boy cursed under his breath looking away

" Well that's just how I am , I would be a hypocrite if I treated you just like they do "

She chuckled and stood up but started smiling softly after the boy spoke up

" It's Yeosang by the way "

" I see someone decided to tell me their name "

" You better appreciate it now leave "

Y/n nodded and went out smiling softly

Getting to know patient 0891 successful

8 Makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Themes : angst , mental struggles, fears , Disorders etc

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of ,slight abuse , toxicity ,mentions of toxic friendship ,crying , aggressive staff , deep talk , boundary crossing , yunho being a little oblivious , please tell me if I forgot something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez in any type of way

And I would like to apologize and just like to explain that after I post the chapters of you guys getting to meet the patients (Ateez ) there will be back stories as to why they are where they are and etc , besides I do my research before writing about these disorders and other things

Tag list : @veneziamadness , @hcyaa , @sadcoffeecritic , @aapplepii , @lavishloving , @dogsongy

Also if you want to be added to the tagging list for the next chapter comment so I can add you

Word count : 1,6k

MEETING YUNHO

𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝟬𝟱𝟳𝟲

𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙔𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝟮𝟯,𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟵

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 : 𝟭.𝟴𝟱 𝗺

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 : 𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 : 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 , 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 , 𝘚𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

Giggles where heard as the teens sat on the couch of the quality time room

" What is your super favorite color of all times ? "

" Me and Duri like the color red "

The boy smiled and nudged his friend

" What do you think about marvel ? "

" Duri and I prefer Harry Potter actually "

The boy smiled again looking at the other kid across of them

" Mhm why do you always respond everything for him ? can't he talk ? "

" Because we are best friends an-"

" I don't think he's enjoying it at all "

" Well you don't know Duri more than I do "

" It seems like you don't know him as well as you think you do Yunho "

The boy snickered before continuing the puzzle

" I know everything about him , and we've been best friends for 2 years since we met here "

" Yunho stop it "

" No he's trying to question me on our friendship  ! "

He yelped in anger and threw the puzzle down

" Bro are you nuts ?! It took me an eternity to build this now it's ruined "

" I am not crazy , and you where questioning me on my friendship with my best friend "

" Yunho please stop this nonsense"

Duri whispered to his friend as embarrassment rose up his face

" Your weird if you are letting yourself get bossed around by this crazy ass "

" I-I am not letting myself get bossed by him it's just that he doesn't have anyone else "

" Well that's ok , I have you and that's enough "

The boy smiled softly and snuggled himself on his best friend who sighed

" Are you that oblivious? Dude he doesn't enjoy you leeching onto him all the time let him breathe "

The kid yelped getting frustrated at the scene

" Yunho please let go of me "

" But you like when we cuddle "

" Yunho please "

The boy let go of his friends arm as anger took over his face

" Are you choosing him over our friendship ? "

" That's not what he sai-"

A loud thud was hear and a scream

" Don't you interfere!"

" Look what you have done Yunho "

" Duri I-I "

" Enough ! You make me insane ! Why do you always scare away people that try to befriend me ?! "

The boy yelled at his friend who started shedding tears

" D-Duri I-I'm so-orry but- "

" I don't care about any buts , you can't get violent with people because their opinions don't sit right with you ! "

" But he was making me look bad ! "

" He's not making you look bad ! It's just what you are and you just don't want to realize it "

Duri helped the other boy up who sobbed over his painful throbbing arm 

" I-I'm not bad "

" Yes you are ! Not only that but your toxic and annoying! I don't even know how I held out two whole years with you ! , just being with you makes me want to jump from a bridge! "

Yunho gasped as he looked up to eye his best friend

" Gosh this felt good to say , it's just that you keep making me feel like I'm an object "

" What do you me-ean ? I thought you liked my cuddl-"

" That's the thing ! I don't , just like I hate the color red and Harry Potter! you keep  assuming things and making up fantasies about us "

" Your crazy and weird a-and-"

" Why are you acting like everyone else when you kno-"

" I've had enough of playing your friend , I felt bad for you but now you just get on my nerves "

Duri sighed and shook his head

" You don't know what boundaries are and how to accept a no , so please find someone else to boss around and that will cope up with you "

" N-No don't leave I’ll stop the cuddling ! "

He fell onto his knees with tears as he watched the boy walk out the door

" I-I have no one else "

The boy looked at the door with hope to see his friend walk back in and hug him and that everything was just a huge misunderstanding

" Go to your room , you know your not allowed to be alone here "

" M-My friend will come back "

" Than wait for him outside "

The guard sighed annoyed as he approached the kid

" I can't leave he won't know where I am so I need to stay here "

" Listen, your making my job harder than it already is so please leave befor- "

" I told you my friend Duri will be back ! "

" Well I don't give a damn about your friend Dumi or whatever his name is now go out ! "

The guard yelled back and tried holding the boy to drag him out but was suddenly bit

" Stop ! "

The boy yelled when he was yanked up and gripped by the shirt

" Now listen here you little freak ! i'm not gonna repeat myself anymore , it's either you go out while I'm being nice or you'l-"

" Or he'll what ? "

Y/n stormed towards the guard and freed his hands from the boys hair that immediately hid himself behind her

" Is this what they pay you for ?! "

" Miss I was telling him that- "

" It doesn't matter if you where telling him something this isn't a justification to use force on these kids ".

“ But he bit me ! ”

" I know it’s not right but you out of all people know that your not supposed to use violence against them "

She sighed and took the boy by his hand and walked back towards his room after the guard assigned to his door let them inside

" May I know why you bit him ? "

" H-He was being mean ! "

" And why was he being mean? "

" I was waiting for my friend Duri to be back a-and "

He suddenly looked up to her and sobbed loudly while hitting his bedsheets

" H-He doesn't want to be friends anymore "

" What happened between you both ? "

" This boy ruined our friendship it's all his fault ! Now he is Duri's best friend ! "

" Calm down first and than tell me everything "

He nodded and fiddled with his fingers

" Duri said that I-I'm toxic and that he doesn't want to be friends anymore because I don't let him breath but he's not dead he breathes just fine and I don't understand why he said that "

The boy hiccuped

" Did he tell you what you did that made him upset ? "

" He said tha-at I'm annoying and that I am always making him feel like he's an object "

Y/n sighed and extended her hands for him to hold

" What is your name ? "

" Y-Yunho "

" Yunho do you know what boundaries are ? "

He shook his head and wiped his nose

" Boundaries is something that points out or shows a limit or end "

" I don't really understand "

He sniffed and looked at her with curiosity

“For example ,what are some ways you could let me know you don't like it when i hug you without asking ?"

  She looked at him and waited patiently as he looked puzzled with his own thoughts

" I can say stop ? "

" Exactly, now what do you do if someone continues doing it ? how would you feel ? "

" I would feel sad that they don't stop or push them away and say it "

" See , what if I bought you a present and said you shouldn't open it until I'm back but you do it anyways how would I feel ? "

" Sad and angry at me "

He answered lowering his head down ashamed

" Hey don't lower you head , did you open a present without my permission? "

Yunho shook his head and looked up again

" So why did you lower your head than  if you didn't do anything wrong ? "

" I don't want to upset you "

" Yunho it's ok , did you realize how your friend must have felt because you didn't respect his boundaries ? " I think he was really upset because I didn't listen

" I think he was really upset because I didn't listen when he said stop to hugging or alone time "

" People are in charge of their own bodies, and it's not okay to touch them if they don't want you to, just like it's not okay for someone to touch you in a way you don't like ok ? "

He nodded

" Just like if I touch your hair or open something without your permission? "

" There you go I hope you learned something from this small talk we had

She smiled and held her hands up for a high five

" Do you promise me you'll try to respect other peoples boundaries ? "

He nodded clapping her hands with a smile

“ Who are you ? ”

“ I’m your new psychiatrist Y/n , I’m here to help you now ”

“ Do you want to play cars with me ? ”

“ I’m afraid our time will be over soon ”

He nodded and took out some plastic toy cars from his pockets

“ You can be the color yellow ”

He gave her the car

“ This is the car that my brother Gunho gave me before coming here , it’s beautiful right ? ”

“ It indeed is , well Yunho i need to be on my way now but I’ll see you tomorrow ”

“ Do you have to leave already? ”

He looked at her sadly before gripping her hands in order for her not to go

“Don’t worry I’ll pick you up tomorrow for breakfast , is there anything you want to eat ? ”

“ Are you really going to be there ? ”

“ Dont worry sweetheart I’ll be there I promise you that ”

She ruffled his hair softly

“ I want to try apple jam on my bread ”

His eyes lit up as he clapped loudly

“ Ok buddy I’ll try to find apple jam for you ”

She chuckled and waved goodbye before leaving

Getting to know patient number 0576