You're The (woowoo) Anon?!

You're the 💊 (woowoo) anon?!

why yes i am :D

Fic Recs 7!

So, again, as I’ve done before, I thought I’d share a list of fic recommendations! Also I’m approaching a milestone so all the more reason to link people to awesome content on atinyblr or kpop tumblr in general. As before, I will mark the ones that are smut/have smut and if there’s no smut, I will indicate if it’s suggestive or spicy in tone. 

If you like their works, PLEASE REBLOG and tell them what you liked about their fics. If you don’t want to reblog, it’s fine to leave a like but reblogging’s just a better way to help boost fics/content created around here. 

Also, these are all ATEEZ, so yeah.

* - has smut / smut

7:47 a.m. (Yunho) - @barsformars Secret Mail (Mingi) Back (Jongho) Lockscreen (Wooyoung) Bumping Helmets (San) When You Bite Them Out of the Blue

Gut Feeling (San) (this is chaptered so I’ll link part 1) - @closer-stars 2:20 (Yeosang)

3:39 p.m. (Yunho) - @kireiwoo 12:47 a.m. (Mingi) 10:56 p.m. (San)

16:40 (Wooyoung) - @blindingatz

Best friends or …? (Wooyoung) (linking part 1, it’s 1 parts) - @vocalyunho *

Choi San as your boyfriend - @wonwrld * Park Seonghwa as your boyfriend *

Take Me Home (Wooyoung) - @fantastic-bby

Reaction : You Wearing Another Member’s Jacket - @a-soft-hornytiny Reaction: How They Would Confess

 ATEEZ reaction to: Finding Cute Scribbles in Their Book - @springsanshine

Headcanon: Sick SanHwa - @armysantiny

Seonghwa Demon AU - @hereisleo May I Have This Dance? (San) Play the King (Mingi)

First Bite (Seonghwa) (suggestive/spicy) - @yungidreamer First Night (Seonghwa) * Precious (Seonghwa) *

Reaction to sitting next to their crush - @inadaydream99

Aftercare (Seonghwa) * - @mingishoe

Darling, Dance for Me? (San) (suggestive/spicy) - @moonchildsaurora

Online Classes Accidents (Mingi) - @treasure-hwa

17:24 (Yeosang) - @petitemingi 20:39 (Yunho)

Reaction: Kiss in a Heated Argument - @queen-of-himbos

4:38 (Yunho) (suggestive/spicy) - @rosy-wooyoung

Kiss it Better (Yunho) - @yeostars In the Rain (Seonghwa)

first off, yunho learning things through akemi is literally the cutest because i can imagine babygirl babbling nonsense about hongjoong, and yunho nodding along senselessly like 🥺 but the part where yunho ran into akemi’s mother really broke me :( it’s really ... shocking how easily we’re able to take criticism from people who’ve no importance to us any longer. especially so harshly but i guess it’s expected to overthink negatively. the representation of butterflies throughout the story is so cute and endearing. “and i plan to continue loving you for as long as i can.” mayhaps i cried.

you know that melancholy feeling you get when a good story ends? like you want it to continue because of the sentimentality and how amazingly written it was but it truly was the end?? that’s how i feel about this story. every emotional placement was written so accurately that i could feel what you were trying to portray—and realistically this fic is romantically accurate because while we ideally pine after relationships to form quickly, it’s more correct that relationships take a lot of time to develop and obviously, a lot of moments where you need to back-pedal and consider whether or not you’re in the ride for the majority or not; and you’ve covered that thought beautifully. overall this fic was very warm and cozy—it gave a deep sense of familiarity and it reminds me of hot cocoa by the fireplace in the best way possible. thank you for writing it, your writing is always breathtaking and coordinated in the most actively imaginative context ever. you described all of their attributes and habits correctly and even when hongjoong got drunk, you didn’t overdo his intoxication or enunciate the fact that yes, he’s inebriated. i really, really liked this story! it was a blessing to read and again, the way you portray these characters so relatably is something absolutely admirable. gosh, i could vent forever about this but thank you for writing it caly, it was chef’s kiss!

feels like floating (when i’m with you) - j.yh x k.hj

↣ pairing: k. hongjoong x j. yunho ↣ genre: angst/fluff/sfw, single dad!yunho, teacher!hongjoong ↣ wc: 27.2k ↣ ao3 version here (contains smut) ↣ summary: liking yunho is akin to the smell of rain after a bad thunderstorm, the first star that appears in the night sky, and the last drop of sunset before the night descends. hongjoong isn’t sure if it’s his favorite thing or the one he fears the most.

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Kim Hongjoong starts his days alone. Gets out of bed, does his morning routine, then goes to the elementary school ten minutes from his apartment all on his own. He runs through the monotonous and unending routine of teaching classes and watching the children on his own, sometimes stopped by another teacher in the hallway for a small chat but they never last long. Afternoons see Hongjoong watching the kids leave the school and staying in the classroom for an extra two or so hours for the one student who doesn’t get picked up until far later than usual. Then he heads home alone and concludes his day in the all too small apartment that is perfect for someone like him. “Someone like him” being a person who doesn’t need a lot to live happily or a lot to take care of himself. He has friends and family, people around him that he talks to on a daily basis, but there’s always something lacking and a certain feeling that nags at his heart when he sees parents with their children or couples in the street or his two best friends fawning over each other because they couldn’t be more in love.

And so, Kim Hongjoong starts his days alone and ends them lonely.

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FIRST OFF,,, the mesh of genres in this was peak entertainment. you wrote each member with scary accuracy and the way you incorporated former references was so cute :( it shows your attentiveness and attention to detail which by the way, was splendid. the descriptions of each scenario were top notch and something you can appreciate abt a writer is when they keep their stories divided and different—well, for me anyways. despite this au being in a controlled, continuous setting, you managed to differentiate each scene so adorably?

WOOSAN’S SCENARIOS >>>> san’s flirting in this is so ... him. like i could definitely picture him coming up with something cheesy on the spot—and wooyoung’s bts obsession,,, i am absolutely floored by the accuracy and genuinely well-written way you depicted this. another success coco, you melded silly, sweet, fake-angst (bc woo is an absolute drama queen) and friendliness all in one >:) this piece was quite the read.

[ idol!au ] — ateez x 7/11 employee reader

notes: this is so fucking stupid i'm cackling. some are based on their vlogs : minkiway, achallenz, ateezlog, and 1day vlog.

— hongjoong

"Let's get the strawberry yogurt smoothie."

"But we already got too many custard and pudding cups?"

"Do you want San to mope for the next two days?"

"No?"

"Alright then. So, get the yogurt smoothie."

You hear the commotion and bickering before even spotting the two, a faint smile finding itself onto your features. You most definitely weren't eavesdropping. Their bickering was audible throughout the entire expanse of the small store, and you finally peered up from organizing the display of flavored gum to spot the smaller of the two give the taller an exasperated expression.

"You know I don't like spicy! Why would you even suggest that, you bum?"

"You asked for my opinion, Joong," Seonghwa rolls his eyes, gaze locking with yours in the process. A knowing smile crawls its way onto his visage for a brief second, before it's replaced with a faux look of concern, "Oh! Y/n! Why don't you suggest something new for Hongjoong to try out?"

At the sound of your name being called, the smaller male stiffens considerably, hand nearly loosening around the packet of kimbap in his hands. With a suspicious glare, his head instantly snaps to his friend, who in return sent a friendly smile towards you. Seonghwa nearly laughed at the flustered male in his peripheral vision, before nodding in acknowledgment towards you once you made yourself towards the aisle. Hongjoong helplessly watched as you conversed with Seonghwa, your laughter ringing in his ears like soft, melodious chimes.

The tips of Hongjoong's ears burned red, his hand subconsciously reaching up several times to tussle his tresses and hide the obvious signs of his infatuation and nervousness. Seonghwa's eyes glimmered with mischief as they briefly darted to eye his sweating comrade.

"I really like this one," you picked up a warm pack of the spicy cheese kimbap to offer them a look, your eyes flickering to Hongjoong immediately, "But you don't like anything spicy, right Hong-"

"I'll take it!"

Seonghwa merely casts him a look of surprise, and Hongjoong almost stutters as the taller scrutinizes him. Was he that obvious?

"I've actually been enjoying spicy food for the past few weeks," he claims defensively, shoulders straightening and frame subconsciously leaning towards your own as he quickly picks up a conversation with you, cheeks red and lips tugged up into a jaw-breaking smile.

When the two step out of the small convenience store, plastic bags in hand, Seonghwa waste no millisecond to address the elephant in the room, tone complacent and all.

"You're whipped."

— seonghwa

You stare at the blue cart filled to the brim with yogurt cups, and you give the tall male a puzzled look. You were accustomed to having the eight men from upstairs purchase an abundance of food, from dried goods to ready-to-eat meals, but this was new.

"Seonghwa, is this really for all eight of you? Just.. yogurt," you mused curiously, hesitant hands reaching towards the yogurt cups to begin scanning and bagging them.

"Yes and no," he offers a soft smile, hands reaching towards the number candle display, rolling it to the side in search of the desired numbers. He places a number 2 and 3 onto the counter, and you're even more confused than before, "It's for Hongjoong's cake. His birthday is today."

"Then why do you need the yogurt?"

"The yogurt is the cake."

Your lips form a silent 'oh' as you nodded absentmindedly. The two of you share a moment of silence, before your shared laughter erupts throughout the convenience store.

"How thoughtful of you, Hwa," you drawl out teasingly, gaze unwavering from his chiseled face, "That's cute. I bet he'll love it."

Seonghwa nods silently, a polite smile brightening his features as he helps you with the items and bags, insisting he'll pack up the yogurt while you scan. He had a habit of always needing to help and making sure he wasn't being too much of a bother. His head snaps up once you call his name for nth time, and a faint dusting of pink blooms on his facial features as he meets your gaze, "Oh. Sorry, did you call me?"

You giggle lightheartedly as you finalize the amount of his purchase, eyes curiously meeting his, "If you were to pick a non-traditional birthday cake, what would it be?"

"Ah, tteokbokki," he states without a second to lose, eyes sparkling underneath the fluorescent lights of the store, "it will definitely be tteokbokki."

"When the time comes, I'll gladly make you a tteokbokki birthday cake," you accept the cash from his hands, before closing the cash register with a bump of your hip, hands working on tying the two plastic bags filled with yogurt cups, "I mean- of course, if you don't mind that is?"

A bashful smile nearly breaks his face into two as he accepts the bags, hands purposefully brushing against your knuckles a second too long as he nearly laughs in amusement at your nervous smile, "I'd love that, Y/n."

— yunho

You wrap the damp rag around your lithe finger to wipe around the buttons and crevices of the dusty cash register. Once it was practically sparkling, you decided to wipe away at the glass fridge displays, roughly rubbing the stubborn fingerprints that remained on the surface.

The doorbell chimed, and from where you stood, you were unable to see the customer that had just walked in. The sound of a group of males pierced the silence of the store, along with the rumbling of the vending machines in the corner. Nevertheless, you called out with a warm welcome and hastily wiped the last of the few glass doors. Your co-worker was supposed to be here minutes ago, while you were slaving around cleaning the place all on your own and dealing with customers simultaneously.

Removing your gloves, you internally grumbled at the fact your co-worker was late from lunch for the third time this same week. Stomping your way towards the cash register you failed to remember to add a wet-floor sign onto the area you had just mopped, utterly forgetting about the whole ordeal as you made yourself to the front of the store. As you turned the corner, your sneakers skidded loudly against the slippery tiles, your frame instantly thrown off balance as a clipped yelp left your mouth, hands bracing in front of your face to shield it from any damage.

It took a few seconds for you to realize a pair of arms were secured around your waist, and you silently gaped at the male above you with a stupefied expression.

Of course, it had to be him.

The very same man you've been crushing on for a few months now. The very same man who worked three stories above you.

Yunho was so graceful for someone so tall.

"Oh, thanks," he laughed in amusement at your shocked expression, your hands reaching up to clamp around your mouth in horror, "Are you okay though? You... uh, you should put a wet-floor sign. Wouldn't want anyone suing you for falling, now would you?"

Heaven knows you were never more thankful for your co-worker being late again than ever before. You were so close to him, you can practically smell the cologne sprayed on his neck.

"No! No, of course not! I'll get it right away!"

When you scurry from his arms and to the back to rummage in the closet, Wooyoung's voice and laughter ring out loudly behind you.

"But you fall harder every time we come here! Just sue Y/n alread—" a muffled sound of a punch and a loud squeal of pain followed suit, "Ow! Hulk hands! What was that for!?"

— yeosang

In the late hours of the evening, you found yourself guiding Yeosang through the aisles of the convenience store for a mission he had to complete for a series they were filming. When you spotted no cameras around, you sighed in relief.

"You know you're cheating, right?" You ask as the male crouches down to examine the array of rice balls and other food on display.

"There are no cameras here. No one will know."

You pause momentarily to glance at the security camera nestled in the corner, before rolling your eyes and crouching next to him to aid him in his task. This isn't an uncommon occurrence. Yeosang has come down to the store numerous times to grab items for the vlogs he filmed. One time it was utensils and a bowl, and the other time was an abundance of gummy bears.

"I can't believe you're making me do this for you," you laugh in disbelief as he stands to watch you look around for a particular item.

"You know what my members like more than I do," he muses with a soft smile, "they practically live here."

"Yeosang," you called out with a quirk of your brow, "you live with them. If anyone's capable, it's you."

"I know. I still need your help though."

You internally sigh and get to work, not that you minded in the slightest. Your heart was practically hammering out of your chest the moment he stepped foot inside the store.

"The guys usually get this pack of ramyun almost every visit, along with this rice ball," you arrange the food in his cart, before dragging him into another aisle, "We also got this new shipment of honey rice cakes- I'm sure Seonghwa will like them. He usually prefers the older types of snacks. Wait. Do you need Mingi's diarrhea medicine too?" You joke with a lighthearted laugh.

Yeosang gives you a grimace, and his judging eyes study you for a second too long that has your neck and ears heating up rapidly, "No, Y/n. Mingi's digestive system is doing just fine now.."

Yeosang nods absentmindedly as he's dragged to and fro from one aisle to the next, unable to focus on the words that come flying rapidly from your mouth "..And Hongjoong always tries new potato chips every time he visits, but these are his favorite, I can tell. San likes anything sweet. If there's no more yogurt smoothies left, just get a chocolate bar."

You peer at Yeosang who remained silent the entire time, his unfocused gaze trained on you. With a snap of your fingers in front of his face, he startles at the sudden sound, eyes wide and darting rapidly in confusion, "Oh! Sorry, Y/n. I got distracted there. Did you say something?"

"Cute," you laugh airily at his flustered expression, thumb jutting behind you towards the drink display, "I almost forgot the most important item- coke! You guys are the reason it's always out of stock here."

Taking a look at the clock above the door, you gawp in disbelief as you wait for the male to fish out his wallet, "Yeo, you've been here for the past half hour. They're going to think you got lost."

"No, that's alright," Yeosang mumbles as he hands you a sufficient amount of cash for the items, eyes looking anywhere but your face, "We should do this again sometime."

"Hm," you glance back up at him questioningly, "Sure. Whenever your next challenge is, I suppose. I don't mind helping."

He reaches up to awkwardly scratch his neck, lips pressing together into a firm line before he has the courage to meet your eyes and reply, "Oh- no. I meant.. on our own free time. No challenge. Just us two. Hanging out? Buying snacks?"

You almost stumble over yourself at his words, hands clammy and face burning. Nodding subtly, you fail to realize the goofy, flirtatious smile settling on your face as you hand him the receipt.

"Challenge accepted."

— san

"And they said it tastes like toothpaste! Can you believe them?"

You reached out to pat a hand onto the taller male's back in a caring manner, nodding when he asked you how ridiculous the other members' statements were.

"Yes, of course," you console him as you carefully organized the new shipment of chocolate bars on display, allowing the male to vent to you in the aisles of the convenience store he frequently visited from upstairs. He's also been trying to persuade you to join his mint chocolate cult for the past two weeks now.

"Mint chocolate doesn't taste like toothpaste! Toothpaste tastes like mint chocolate," San brushes a hand through his pink locks, eyeing you for a reply in agreement. You think he only came down here not only to vent, but to also fuel his ego by finding another person to agree with his statements and judge his friends' taste in food- other than Mingi, of course, "don't you agree?"

You nearly laugh at the awaiting gaze that overtakes his features. He was very serious about this topic, so it was safe to assume his older friends bashed the flavor to the point San took it almost personally, "Yes, San. For the hundredth time, mint and chocolate are the perfect pair. They're like.. peanut butter and jelly. Cheese and corn. Strawberries and bananas. And-"

"Me and you."

You think you hear wrong as he quickly dashes towards the ice cream freezer to grab a handful of mint chocolate ice cream pints.

"What?"

"Hm?" he has the audacity to tilt his head in amusement, eyes practically twinkling with mischief, "What's the matter, Y/n?"

How dare he fluster you like this. Your jaw is slack as he walks back over to you with the same, bright smile and dimple on display. The words nearly die in your throat as he looms over you with a look of mock curiosity and innocence, "N-nothing, uh- do you want me to check you out?"

"You're more than welcome to anytime, Y/n. No need to ask."

His smile stretches in amusement as your eyes widen in shock. He knew what he was doing to you. You choked out a response, nodding your head as you made yourself over to the register counter.

Once placing the ice cream pints and eight plastic spoons in the bag, you handed it to the bubblegum haired male, whose eyes crinkled happily, "No need to be shy, Y/n. Sometimes, all you need is," he reached over to press the tip of your nose back with the pad of his finger, "encourage-mint."

His laughter rung like the bell chime that signaled his departure, and before he turned the corner to go back to the entertainment building upstairs, he sent you a quick and mischievous wink.

— mingi

The steam from your ramyun cup swirled up to meet the cold air as you sat alone in front of the convenience store for your lunch break. You watched as people scuttled through the streets in an attempt to avoid the light misting of rain. The cup of steaming noodles helped warm your hands though, and the store awning provided enough shelter from the rain.

Taking a generous amount of noodles in your mouth, you slightly wince at the searing temperature on your lips.

"Y/n? What're you doing out here?"

A voice caught your attention, and your head snaps up to meet the eyes of the well-dressed male standing nearby with a to-go bag in hand. You stare with stuffed cheeks and wide eyes, quickly ducking your head to drop the remaining noodles hanging from your lips back into the steaming cup. You don't know why he's asking a question like that. He, along with the others, have numerously visited the store or were nearby when you were on your lunch break. Even Yunho memorized your lunch schedule throughout the week.

"Mingi! Hi-" you cough out suddenly, hand quickly reaching up to wipe the sauce from your lips. He makes his way over to where you're sitting, before plopping beside you and proceeding to open the bag in his hands. You give him a questioning look, and when he feels his eyes on you, he turns to you with a smile.

"You don't mind if I eat lunch with you, yeah?" He snaps his chopsticks apart and gives you a hopeful look, "You just seem all bored and lonely by yourself."

You stare flabbergasted at his words, before shaking your head almost too quickly after a moment of silence. You didn't mind the lack of company actually, but Mingi was too sweet for you to deny, "No, of course not. But it's okay, you don't have to-"

"One doesn't let their friend eat all alone," he simpers, before eyeing his styrofoam box and thrusting it in front of you, "Here! You should try some barbecue eel. It's perfect for this kind of weather."

The two of you spent the next half hour conversing and stuffing your mouths full of food he had gotten from his mother's restaurant. His eyes sparkled once you complimented his mother's cooking skills, and a contagious smile found itself on his visage as you asked for the name of the place. He slurped another strand of noodle into his mouth before boisterously replying with a raised brows and a bright smile.

"I'll see if I'll have time this weekend to visit it," you accepted the napkin he offered you to wipe your mouth, before crumbling it and tidying up the area. He stands to discard the empty boxes of food and bags before checking the time on his phone.

"I'd love to spend more time with you, but Hongjoong will have my ass if I don't go back in time," he laughs loudly while dusting his clothes to rid himself of any fallen crumb, "Oh! Here's a card for my mother's restaurant! I always carry some with me wherever I go."

You accepted it with a grateful smile, brows knitting in confusion at the numbers scribbled on the corner of the small business card, "Oh, there's a number here? Is it their new number?"

"It's mine," he says while patting your head with a cheeky smile, "Next time, we should eat together there— where it's warm and not out here in the freezing cold."

You gape in awe at him, face flushing almost immediately. Mingi smiles, internally reminding himself to thank Yunho for the idea later.

— wooyoung

"Y/n! I can't believe you betrayed me like this!?"

Peeking your head up curiously, you quirked a brow in the direction of the heaving male, "What are you talking about?"

You place the last stack of cash into the register before closing it shut. The display of candy near the register needed organizing, and you sigh to yourself before you begin working on it. His friends stand outside, in front of the store, conversing amongst each other as they waited for him to finish grabbing 'something extremely important'.

Your friend nearly reached over the counter to shake you by your shoulders with an exasperated cry of anguish, "You told me you'll save me at least one of the BTS cold brew bottles! They're all sold out! Again!"

Oh. Of course that was the problem.

You roll your eyes at his dramatic rant, elbows resting onto the counter as you leaned forward teasingly. You were grateful no one else was in the store while Wooyoung had his meltdown. He would've probably frightened them anyway.

"I told you when the new shipment comes in to save me each version of them!"

"Wooyoung- it's just canned americano. We have plenty more brands to tr-"

"No! It has BTS on the packaging!" He explains quickly, "Don't you realize it's a godsend to have packaged food and drinks with their faces on it!?"

"You're going to throw the packaging away anyway! What's the point?" Your unimpressed face studies his in confusion. Internally, you smile to yourself at his frustrated tone. You love to rile him up.

When you were met with silence, you scrunched your nose in distaste, arms crossing in front of your chest defensively. He looks a bit flustered at your gaze, shoulders shrugging silently.

"Gross! Wooyoung, were you seriously planning on keeping and collecting them? Aren't you overdoing it?"

He lets out an indignant squawk and pins you with a pointed stare, which you returned with a blank blinking of your eyes.

"I don't tell you how to live."

Rolling your eyes, you turn to rummage through your bag tucked beneath the counter, before fishing out two cans of the americano. Wooyoung's eyes open wide in astonishment.

"You're lucky I remembered. My manager only let me buy two."

"Y/n?" He scrambles to the counter to take a good look at the cans, before he finds himself tugging you forward by your head with a loud cry of excitement, to which you groaned in protest, "I knew it! I knew you wouldn't let me down!"

Your face flushes at the close proximity and when the bell chimes signaling a new customer, your heart drops to your stomach in fright. You did not need anyone witnessing this. Wooyoung's grip was relentless as he squeezed your cheeks together and continued to praise you for being the most trustworthy person he knows.

"Wooyoung, how many times have I told you harassing someone isn't the way to express your feelings," Hongjoong's annoyed voice calls out from the front.

— jongho

You attempted to remain inconspicuous as you huddled over your phone over the counter, eyes glued onto the screen displaying the current live video. You swore you could hear their rackety footsteps and shouts from three stories below. You wouldn't be surprised if one of them came crashing down from the ceiling one day. An infatuated sigh and droopy smile tugged at your lips as you leaned your cheek against your palm.

A few minutes later, you had to mute your phone to attend a customer ( because heaven knows how loud and rowdy they get when they're all together. And you didn't need their argument about butts to blast out throughout the store ). To your displeasure, another few came strolling in. You wanted to groan in frustration at their impeccable timing. Of course, Ateez would start a live during your shift, and of course customers came flocking in as if the convenience store was suddenly a magnet.

By now, you've missed a good portion of the live, and some of the customers gave you wary looks as you trembled to hastily bag every item they purchased. You nearly ripped the register out in the process of your haste.

You thought it was finally the last of the burdensome customers, when a handful of bags of chips, ice cream pints, and ramyun cups were placed onto the counter. Sighing subtly, you glance up to give the customer a fake smile, only to gape as the male across from you has his eyes set onto your phone screen.

You feel the force of heat rush to your face like a volcano spitting out molten magma, and with a noise between a strangled gasp and cry, your hand quickly slams on top of your phone to shield the screen and hopefully save the last bit of dignity left in your system. You gripped it against your chest with a panicked grin, and his eyes flickered down and then back up to meet your own.

The last thing you wanted was for the boys to know you keep tab of their activities and projects. You were just supposed to be the friendly clerk downstairs. You muster up the energy to not feel too affected by the questioning stare the other is giving you.

"Well," the male chuckles at your perplexed and flustered expression, "I've caught you red handed, Y/n."

Your smile falters at the accusation.

"It's not what it looks like. It just popped up from my notifications- I wasn't even-"

"Hey, hey!" He suddenly quips playfully, arms out in front of him in defense, "No need to be so defensive. So, I take it you were lying when you said you weren't an Atiny?"

Your silence was a dead giveaway, and his smile only grew wider as you attempted to shrink into yourself.

"Who's your bias?" He tried again, and you laughed it off, quickly changing the topic by asking him how many napkins and spoons he needed for the ice cream. He reached a hand up to brush the red bangs from his eyes, before looming over the register a bit suspiciously. When your head snaps up to give him a look of confusion, his attention is suddenly drawn to the gas medicine displayed on the counter. You sigh in relief as you hand him the bags before wishing him a good rest of the day.

"Y/n?"

Before he bid you farewell from the door, he waved a hand up, mischievous smile plying at his lips, "Nice photocard you have there on your phone."

Your eyes glance down immediately to your device resting on the counter, breath leaving your lungs in embarrassment as the same red-head smiles back at you from your phone. Jongho's laughter can still be heard from outside even with the door shut, and you suddenly wish the floor will swallow you up to save the remaining crumb of dignity you had left.

bloody blue ; k.th

pairing ; prince!artist!taehyung x muse!reader

summary ; in which you can't stay still for taehyung's painting and you're afraid you've been dancing for far too long.

words ; 1k

warnings / includes ; angst, artsy tae, mentions of symbolic blood, my pathetic attempts at poetry :D

a/n ; this fic is written for the royalty drabble event @ficscafe is holding !! im kinda lovin the aesthetics of this drabble OOMF !! huge thanks to @kireiwoo and @gyukult and @subways-stuff for hyping me up, i love them sm :(

“Stay still, my love,” he whispered softly, scrutinizing you with a soft gaze before darting his dark irises back towards the canvas. There was a dried smudge of aegean blue streaking across the expanse of his cheekbone, the same tint coating the paint brush’s bristles. The flaky pigment was a stark contrast to his peach-hued lips, slightly parted in the midst of his hazy concentration. His tongue pressed against the side of his cheek, brows furrowed.

Despite his gentle reminder, you shifted in your spot once more. There was an itch on your shoulder blade, no doubt due to the scratchy mauve fabric laying loosely over your intricately-positioned frame. Your dress glimmered under the clementine flames flickering above dribbling candlesticks, casting a warm honey-light over your skin. The dark, elongated shadows splayed across the marble floors danced with your ever fidget, resulting in Taehyung releasing a frustrated huff.

“Your Majesty,” you mumbled, arching your stiff spine, an uncomfortable grimace twisting your features. “Can we take a break? Just for five minutes, please. I don’t think I could stand staying still any longer.”

After a final stroke of paint against the coarse fibres of the canvas, Taehyung pauses and places the brush back into its tankard of water. Dissipating curls of cerulean spun away from the bristles, staining the water a faint aquamarine.

Silently, he pushed himself off of the velvet stool, approaching you with long footsteps. You watched with bated breath, tilting your head upwards to meet his indiscernible stare.

“Why do you look scared, dove?” His words were tender, almost hesitant. His spindly fingers reached out to push your chin upwards, cradling your jaw as if you were a fragile piece of glass.

With a subtle frown quirking your lips downward, you moved your face away from his grasp, crossing your arms slightly.

“Is this all I am to you?” You muttered, shocking Taehyung enough into kneeling beside you. He smelled far too strongly of flower gardens and cinnamon ciders. “A pretty thing to put on display?”

“You know that’s not true,” he replied in a mildly offended tone, as if the very notion of diminishing you to only your looks was abhorrent. “I love you. Why else would I be painting you?”

Unwilling to meet his pleading eyes, your sharp tongue formed words the both of you knew were far from the truth. You were afraid that if you so much as glanced at him, you’d melt right into his arms, like wax around a wick. “My prince,” you sighed out, lifting a hand to pinch between your brows. “I’m only here to be your muse - an inkling of your inspiration. Nothing more, nothing less. We can’t be in love. Nobody even knows about us. You don’t want them to know about us.”

“Must love be announced to the world for it to be of any significance? You know better than that, darling.” Though he still spoke softly, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being scolded. You were tired of this dangerous waltz. It was time to retire into the night, before your feet started bleeding.

You recoiled from his touch, as if the very sensation of his skin on yours was enough to burn. You wouldn’t be surprised if there were scorch marks on your arm.

There was a heavy silence that laid between you. Your shadows molded into one dark figure, looming and twisted, mirroring the queer feeling that tied your stomach into knots.

Finally, you angled your face towards your Prince. There was a tentative kind of despair hidden in the depths of his expressive coffee-tinted irises, almost as if he knew what you were about to say next. Tendrils of Taehyung’s overgrown hair fell into his eyes, but he impatiently batted them away.

“Don’t go, Y/N. I need you.” His pretty hands held onto you, but his grip loosened with every passing second. There seemed to be tears pricking the corners of his eyes, but you paid that no mind. No point in making this more painful than it needed to be.

Without warning, Taehyung wrapped his arms around you, brushing his nose against the nape of your neck. He breathed in your warm scent of faint rosewater and honeyed tea. You could feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, not unlike a frantic bird trapped in its cage.

“Is this farewell then, Your Majesty?”

Your words fell on deaf ears. Taehyung pulled away from your collarbones, only to dip down once more to capture your lips with his, one last time. Screwing your eyes shut, you leaned into him. He was crying, and you were still. It had always been like this. Taehyung would throw his emotions across a canvas in the form of colorful blends and portraits, and you would watch from the side. After all, he was never in love with you. He was only in love with the image you portrayed.

“I love you,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to pick up. It hurt you to admit that he was starting to sound like a broken record. With the tears running down his cheeks, the aegean blue smothered along the side of his face now dripped in a watery blue mess all over his face.

A small, non-committal hum escaped your throat.

You placed a hand flat against his chest, the fabric of his tunic crinkling under your palm. For a second, Taehyung seemed hopeful, as if you would keep dancing with him beneath the moon and stars.

But your feet were already starting to bleed.

“Goodbye, Taehyung,” were the last words you could manage to say, rushing to press a chaste kiss to his forehead before gathering the scratchy mauve fabric of your dress, bolting away from the Prince you broke.

He didn’t know it, but his feet were bleeding, too.

omg hey

this isn’t real it’s all a simulation <3