Marry Me.

‧✧̣̇‧ Marry me.

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: Fluff, established relationship, pro gamer!jk, cry baby!reader, non-idol au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summery: You overhear Jungkook talking to his gaming buddies about you.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 700ish

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It was 3 am when you felt your bladder wake you up from your cozy slumber. You groaned, turning around to snuggle into your boyfriend's back for a bit but he was gone from his usual spot in your bed. You shrugged thinking he just went to play his game for a while like he does when he can’t sleep.

After your little trip to the bathroom you decided to sneak into the kitchen to get a snack and cuddle with Jungkook but before you could go attach yourself to him, you heard him speak barely above a whisper in his headset. He was waiting for his game to load and you admit curiosity got the best of you since he’s usually really loud.

So you stayed in the kitchen hoping to catch him whispering about how amazing of a girlfriend you were and how much he loved you.

“I’ll show it to you tomorrow, it’s gorgeous,” Jungkook said,” I hope she likes it.” He grunts when his character gets in a tough spot.

You stayed still thinking it would let you hear him better.

”It’s custom so yes it cost a lot, fuck cover me.”

You smiled knowing he was most likely talking about a gift he got you.

One of Jungkooks many love languages was gift giving so you weren’t surprised when he would randomly give you gifts.

What did surprise you though, was what he said next.

“Of course I’m happy, I’m gonna marry the love of my life.”

You felt your skin prickle with shock, your heart beat faster than it’s ever beaten before.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

His words rang through your head like a poem, reciting each word with more love than the one before.

Jungkook yawned before continuing.

“I just hope I can keep it a secret until her parents' anniversary,” He chuckled,” They gave me permission to do it then, they said it would be the greatest gift they could ever receive. Besides a grandchild I guess.”

Jungkook asked for your parents permission already? He must have asked them over the phone because the last time you saw them was last year.

Unless he’s been planning this for longer.

“Fuck you guys,” Jungkooks gruffy voice broke you out of your trance,” you’re just jealous that I’m going to have a beautiful wife while you bitches are stuck jerking off to your D.VA body pillows.”

Beautiful wife.

Before you knew it your body moved on its own, eyes were filled with tears as you barged into the living room where Jungkook sat.

He jumped up, startled from your stumbling.

“Kookie.” You cried.

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stuttered, removing his headset,” d-did you just wake up?” His eyes were wide with fear that you overheard him.

He prayed you didn’t hear him.

You tried to speak but you kept gasping, trying to catch your breath, you were so emotional, so shocked, so happy.

“I- I- Are- Are you-“ You took another deep breath,”kookie ..”

Jungkook jumped from his seat to go comfort you. He wrapped his arms around you and you bawled in his chest, leaving his chest glossy with your tears. “I'm guessing you heard me?” Jungkook rested his chin on the top of your head. He rubbed your back, very embarrassed about spilling the beans on the plan he’s been working on for nearly a year.

“Y-Yes,” you pulled back to look at him and Jungkook stifled a giggle at your glossy eyes and runny nose,” you really wanna marry me?”

“Yes.” More tears spilled.

“Really?”

“Yes.” He cooed while giving your cheeks lovely kisses.

Which made you cry more.

“Fuck. I had this whole plan,” Jungkook sighed,” I wanted it to be more special…than this.”

“Kookie no matter how you ask me to marry you it’ll be special. Any moment with you is special.” You kissed his brow that was furrowed with guilt,” besides it’ll be fun to tell to our kids~”

Jungkook chuckled as his cheeks bloomed red with love.

He stayed silent, reassured that you would still marry him.

“Can you pay for my nails so I can show my ring off?” You broke the silence.

“Can I still propose to you like I planned?”

“Of course~” You cooed, snuggling your nose with his.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Kookie~”

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A/n: my first koo drabble !! Thank you to @justanotherstarlightmonger for proof reading (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

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~Che

playing with fire masterlist

sugardaddy!seonghwa

when your scholarship falls through during the last semester of your college career, you were, admittedly, on edge. 

overwhelmed by the prospect of delaying your graduation to save up thousands of dollars or work a second job or, per the suggestion of your roommate, sell pictures of your feet. 

you first met park eunbi during your first year of college, when she walked through your dorm room with a smile on her face and her parents by her side - or, more notably to you, her incredibly handsome father. 

that’s all he ever was to you though - your friend’s hot dad who you only ever saw a few times a year. 

but when you find yourself around him more and more often, your attraction growing and his eyes lingering, you suddenly find yourself in a situation you know is wrong but can’t seem to pull yourself out of. 

❥ part 1

❥ part 2

❥ part 3

❥ part 4 

❥ part 5

status: complete

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just friends.

synopsis : in which two rivals are forced into working together, making them the ‘it’ couple of the modelling industry. trailer.

pairing : seonghwa x reader.

theme ( s ) : romcom, angst & smut.

word count : 36.7K

“y/n for donatella versace!”

you grab a sip of the coffee, the only thing keeping you awake from your intense jet lag from a flight from new york to milan for the fashion week.

“okay,” you’re stopped, eyes closing as the makeup artists do the very last second touch-ups on your face. “you’re closing the show off with donatella in the middle, gigi on the left and you on the right.”

“got it.”

Keep reading

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 !!

IN WHICH— after a flirty phone call with the most wanted ghost face killer y/n finds herself getting fucked on the couch of two people she had voluntarily babysat for!

WARNING— ghostface!hongjoong, fingering, recording, degrading, overstimulation, cock warming, hair pulling, size kink, finger sucking, unprotected sex!

Friday nights were reserved for staying in and making cash off of watching snot nosed kids in the suburbs. Parents leaving for the night to have free time you could care less. But once you had finally put the kids into their beds and put them to sleep after letting them stay up half an hour past the time their parents had asked you to put them to sleep.

Once you had gotten your sense of peace you were in the kitchen looking in the cabinets for the popcorn, once you get your hands on them you grab a bad taking it out of the plastic seal and putting it in the microwave.

The silence in the home was eerie making you walk into the living room that was connected to the kitchen and pick up the remote landing on a random channel that had conveniently been playing re-runs of old horror films.

You sit on the couch waiting for your popcorn to finish not taking your eyes off the screen seeing as one of the dumb blondes in the cast get stabbed. The phone rings bringing you out of your small daze.

You pick it up, you thought it was probably mr. & Mrs. Park who had let you babysit maybe giving a heads up they would be home soon. But when you politely asked "hello?" As you held the brick phone up to your ear the voice on the other completely throws you off.

"Hello" he answers, his voice is deep and raspy "if you're calling for anyone in the park family I'm sorry but nobody's home, I can take a message if you'd like" you say not wanting to carry out a longer conversation than you have to.

"I'm calling for you, actually" the man on the other line speaks making you feel your stomach churn. "Well can I ask who you are?" you say as your eyes flicker back onto the TV. "That doesn't matter right now, I just want to ... talk to you" he says making your brows furrow as you try and figure out who exactly was behind the deep mysterious voice.

"Mingi I swear if this is you I'm never letting you borrow my English lit assignments to cheat ever again" you spat into the phone earning a chuckle on the other end. "Cute. But no, so tell me... why are you babysitting on a Friday night?" He asked, you scoff still looking at the TV screen.

"I need cash, plus these kids aren't that bad" you shrug as you see the killer on screen walking slowly into a bathroom as one of the girl cast members was behind the curtain showering. You felt your heart rate pick up as the killers hand reaches up to the curtain filling it open quickly as his hand holding a kitchen knife raises above her head. The woman lets out a shriek.

Your heart almost jumping out of your throat as the sound of the microwave going off, you move to your feet and walk over to the kitchen to grab the steaming brown bag now filled with popcorn. "So what are you doing calling me on a Friday night?" You ask using his words against him.

"Just watching you, and enjoying our conversation is all" he answers meekly. The words make you put the hot bag down onto the marble counter as you sit in shock "what did you say?" You ask flatly hoping the words were coming from your imagination.

"I said just watching TV, and enjoying our conversation" he repeated changing his words around that make you feel on edge. "That's not what I heard... so is this the part where you tell me you're in the house somewhere?" You ask looking around hoping to catch even the slightest glimpse of someone— anyone.

"I think we're supposed to talk longer and then I tell you I'm in the house after shaking you up a bit" he says with amusement dripping from his tone. "I don't really want to play games with you, if you're in the house why don't you come see me?" You ask in hopes to make him show himself.

But to no avail you earn yourself a chuckle "eager aren't you? I'm not gonna bite you" he says as his voice drops deeper. Your thighs clench as you bend over the counter picking at the bag you had waited for to stop steaming "I don't believe that" you say playing along into his words.

"You don't? And why not?" He asks curiously, Hongjoong could see through the mask as he watched you press your thighs together "because the way you're talking to me I'd think you want to fuck me" you say into the speaker sitting up and grabbing the bag walking over to the couch taking a seat.

The silence on the other line makes your lips tug into a small smirk , had you brought this guy to speechlessness state? No. In fact the other line went silent because Hongjoong left the phone. He wasn't in the house, he was on the back porch. Sliding the door open that had been stupidly unlocked for hours walking past the kitchen and into the dim living room .

Funny enough your back turned to him as you sat on the couch mindlessly eating popcorn and your eyes never leaving the screen, Hongjoong could see through the mask that your thighs were practically squeezing together and the only light in the room was emitting from the bright TV screen.

He finally stood over the couch, his leather gloves hand reaching to grab your chin, pulling your head back you let out a sudden shriek at the touch as your eyes were met with a mask; white with a ghastly face and gaping mouth as of it was eternally screaming.

Your breath was caught in your throat, this was the mask that had been all over the news, but the small sound made Hongjoong twitch in his pants. Your eyes wide as they look deeply into the eye holes of the mask hoping to catch even a glimpse of him but the dark fabric that covered them came to no avail in your hopes.

"Suprise" he mumbles through his mask as it comes out muffled. Your hands grip at your skirt as you hold your breath in shock. "What was all that talk hm? Now you don't want to see me?" He asks teasingly bending down closer.

"You were being so slutty just a minute ago about how I wanted to fuck you and now your all quiet" he says as his grip on your chin becomes tighter. You lift your hand to his mask as you gently pull it over his head to meet the face of him. He was pale, moles and small faint freckles littered on his skin, his dark brown eyes and his red plump lips.

Your eyes flicker over his face with no regard that you were the only person to ever see the ghost face killer, and Hongjoong let it slip his mind completely as his head was clouded with thoughts of pounding you into the couch cushions.

Opening his mouth to finally speak clearly to your ears he leans in so close you could feel his warm minty breath on your face "there was a camera in that shelf and you didn't even know" he says as his eyes flicker to the shelf next to the TV stand, a small red light flashing from between two of the books.

"What-? How did you know the camera was there?" You ask without even thinking it could be his. "You're too cute to be this stupid, the camera is mine" he says letting go of your chin and walking over to the shelf letting his gloved hands reach in between the books to grab the camera.

And with the east sudden urge, Hongjoong felt the need to keep his face out of frame as his dark eyes look down at the view finder, he points the lens at you who had set his mask aside looking at him with lust filled eyes he couldn't help but smirk.

His dark eyes looking at you "wave at the camera, you're gonna be seeing a lot more of it" he says walking closer and closer until he stood between you and the view of the TV. You look up at him with faux innocent eyes .

His gloved hand gripping at your chin once again but this time his thumb brushed against your bottom lip rubbing it gently before letting it push past your lips, you open your mouth meeting his gaze as your warm tongue sucks on his finger.

Biting his lip he looks down at you with a dark look in his eyes, "not a thought in that dumb little head hm? Do you know what you're getting yourself into right now?" He asked as his finger pulls away from your mouth.

You suck in a harsh breath "I know who you are" you say nodding, oh how bad did Hongjoong want to ruin you. "Yeah?" He asked pulling your face closer until your noses brush, "mhm" you you hum as your eyes flicker to his lips. "You don't know anything close about me" he said closing the distance between the two of you.

His lips aggressively clashing over yours as your barely given any air to breath his tongue is tracing over yours with no regard for the chances of either of you getting caught.

Hongjoong's hand slips under your cute skirt, his cold fingers tips brush against your panties making you shiver. Your kiss was aggressive and built off of lust, yet your hands were desperate and needy to feel him.

Pulling away from the kiss abruptly Hongjoong lifted a gloved hand to his lips as his teeth pulled on the leather that covered one of his fingers, slipping it off and dropping it onto the floor.

The way his hand slivers into your damp panties and his fingers rub against your aching core that was wet sent shivers down your spine. As his middle and ring finger rub against your sensitive clit drawing out a sweet moan from your lips.

"Oh baby, you're so wet" he whispers as his fingers drag to your entrance as he teasingly pushes his finger tips slowly into you. Your pussy aches for any type of penetration. You let out small whimpers as he chuckles seeing your thighs shake in anticipation.

You warmth sucking in his two fingers clenching down, Hongjoong didn't need to do anything to you in particular to get you this soaked and it made his ego boost.

You found yourself holding a smile on your lips as your lips part your small giggle turns into a choked moan as his thick fingers pump in and out of you. The sounds of you moans fall on deaf ears as his thick fingers rub against your walls.

"You're so tight" he whispers as his wrist pushes against your inner thighs for your legs to soread wider in hopes to get a glimpse under you cute little skirt. When Hongjoongs eyes see where the both of you are connected he couldn't help but let his fingers curl deeper inside you.

You sweet moans in his ears come off as hushed and shaky, his cock twitches in his jeans at the beautiful sounds you let fall past your lips. "Feels so good" you whimper as your hand grabs hold of the sleeve on his shirt your gripping it so hard he was sure you were going to wrinkle his shirt.

"Faster please" you moan as your head falls back letting your moans come out like music to his ears. He didn't have to reply he only did what you asked his fingers sloppily pound into your pussy at a rewarding pace as the wet sound of your pussy squelching had become louder than the TV that still played the horror film.

You began to grind your hips against his fingers as you feel the right pressure of your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach, the sight making Hongjoong curse under his breath "oh fuck" he groaned biting his lips at the sweet sight of your thighs jiggling from all the friction and the warmth around him as you clenched.

You were on the edge so ready to fall off the ledge, Hongjoong pushing his fingers deeper and curling them made you gasp sharply as you feel your orgasm wash over you. The pleasure of his fingers fucking you through your high they involuntarily buck as overstimulation begins to creep up on you.

Whining you grab his wrist stopping the sharp pleasure. Your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath, looking at Hongjoong who had began to pull out his finger looking at the white strings of your cum on his fingers, jutting his tongue out to lick them he closes his as he enjoys the taste.

Pulling his fingers out of his mouth he looks down at you holding your chin with his gloved hand, he holds his fingers to for lips "open" he says abruptly, you slack your jaw sticking out your tongue as his wet fingers slide against your tongue and closing your lips around him while sucking.

The lens of his camera pointed at your face, your 'innocent' eyes that were just begging to be rolled back while he fucked you. Pulling his fingers out of your mouth Hongjoong leaned in catching your lips in his, as you let out a small gasp as his tongue forces its way into your mouth.

Pulling away slowly his teeth pull on your bottom lip as his eyes meet yours. "Lay on your stomach" he demands with giving you space to see you pull your shirt over your head and see the cute white lace bra you had on. You adjust yourself to have your chest pressed to the couch and your ass arched with the perfect view of your pussy.

He just felt high off the sight of you, putting the camera down on the coffee table he points the lens directly at you. Unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off completely along with his jeans Hongjoong finds himself on his knees behind you as his twitching cock presses against you.

He teasingly rubs his leaking tip against your clit which makes you moan. "Please fuck me" you moan as your eyes flutter shut as he groaned before easing his length passed your entrance. the added stimulation had you mewling "fuck, ever after fingering you, you're still so damn tight" he says as his hand grips the flesh of your ass.

He began to pull out slowly, just enough to keep his head inside before pushing back in. A groan escaped his throat at how good it felt, your hands reach to grip at the cushion underneath you.

The soft sound of his hips fucking into you could just barely be heard. His hips speed up just enough to have you become a moaning mess on his cock "shh, you don't want them to hear you upstairs hm?" He says letting one of his hands cover your mouth.

Your eyes water at the feeling of him stretching you, the pleasure and the pain merging as he continuously bucks his hips into yours. Your moans and whimpers are muffled as your warm tears stream down your cheeks.

The feeling of his hand gripping the flesh of your ass his thrusts speed up, the sound of skin on skin resided in the air of the living room, Hongjoong pushing up his shirt over his hips to watch as he repeatedly pounds into you and hearing every muffled reaction.

Your hand pulls his away from your face as you suck in a deep breath "harder- please" you moan as you push your chest up as your hands sink into the cushion shakily.

"Yeah?" He asks in a rough tone.

"Yeah" you answer feeling his hips sharply thrust into you, his cock twitching at the feeling of you clenching down, "oh my- god" you choke out as your hand flys to your mouth in order to keep yourself from being too loud.

The fabric of your skirt getting caught in his grasp as he tugs it back in order for your hips to meet his half way almost ripping the fabric "you're so slutty like this being fucked in somebody else's house on their couch" he groaned as his pace becomes sloppy.

Your hair bouncing with each thrust as the sloppy sound of your pussy practically being abused becomes the loudest thing in the room. Looking at the coffee table his eyes meets the lens with a smirk on his lips as he wrecks you.

The couch squeaking as he pushes your chest back down against the couch "I'm close" he mumbled as he feels you clench down on him "fuck" he moaned as he completely disregards his surroundings only taking in the pleasure of you around him.

A small white ring of your cum from your previous orgasm formed at his base, your hand falls from your mouth as you whine out "I'm gonna cum" letting your head fall back at how close to the edge you were.

"Go ahead cum" he said his voice dropping an octave at the feeling of your walls spasm around him, Your hips shake and you moan at every snap of his hips, the sound of your sopping wet hole made you even more embarrassed yet you couldn't get enough. "Dirty little slut, wanna cum?" He asked his moans getting caught in his throat yet you only nod.

"Yes- please let me cum" you beg, as his hips relentlessly snap into a spot that made your mind go completely blank, "right there" you groan making him hum "yeah? Right here?" He says as he pushed your down completely his legs caging you in, your hands grip at the cushion of the couch wanting to Barry your face and hide your loud moans.

His tip plunging in and out of you at the same spot, gasping as you feel the knot in your stomach completely release and tighten around him, his hips twitch and his thrusts become sloppy, he was close and you could tell as he fucked you through your high.

"I'm cumming" he groaned, you bite your lips holding in a loud groan as the warmth inside you spreads with the white spurts of his cum almost spills past your entrance. Letting himself thrust deeper inside you to fuck his cum deeper inside you.

The feeling makes your hands shake as you reach behind you to gram his wrist. "No! It's too much" you whine as he let your whines fall on deaf ears, he bucked his hips into you lazily until he was content with how fucked out you looked and your hips shake in overstimulation.

Not pulling out pulls you back firm against his chest as lets you sit in his lap, without a word he sat and waited for you to fall asleep until he lazily pulled out and grabbed all his items making sure to leave nothing behind.

The next day you heard the buzz of your apartment go off so you open your door seeing a small VCR tape sitting on the welcome mat with a note written on a yellow faded sticky note

"I hope you enjoy the movie" you read out loud as you held the plastic in your hand with furrow brows. Closing the door you turn on your VCR player and insert it. The screen on your TV displaying you from the night before on the couch completely wrecked and a moaning mess.

Looking at the note that was in your hand you see the small initials on the bottom.

G.F<3

♡

into the aurora -- chapter three (ot8)

chapter three: the beginning of the end

summary: you didn't expect to run into choi san outside of the venue, especially when your phone was dead and you were stranded in a random city. a kind offer for a phone charger turns into so much more, and you end up falling into a relationship with all eight members of ateez.

warnings: pushy guy / unwanted advances, protective!yunho, protective!mingi, protective!ot8 let's be honest, suggestive content, light violence. please let me know if I missed any.

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, eventual smut

word count: 3.8K

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You’re one of the last people to leave the floor of the venue. You were front row like always, but it felt different now that the boys you were staring up at were people you actually knew. You sang just as hard, danced along, and fan chanted just like you always do, but this time it was even more surreal. Your body is vibrating with the music and the left over feeling of the bass, and being this close to the stage so many nights in a row has your head ringing.

You stay seated for a while after the show ends, watching the looping videos that they have running to play out the fans. You’ll have to wait at least an hour and a half post show before you can head back to the green room post VIP signing to see them, so for now, you wait. Your mind can’t stop running over the day. The dance practice, the music, the kiss. And after, the way that you stayed lingering around San, his fingertips consistently finding you. You were able to spend time with everyone during hair and makeup since they were stuck in their chairs for so long. The crew taking care of makeup were so kind and even gave you a little extra glitter on your lids and cheeks to add a little extra sparkle. Soundcheck passed in a blur, the group consistently smiling to you as you waited in the wings.

During the show it was even more intense. Of course, they were performing as they always do, connecting with as many fans as possible, but during Déjà Vu when San looked directly at you while singing his verse, you were sure your soul left your body.

Eventually the venue is almost empty, so you hop up and head out of the side door. Security had told you earlier in the night which entrance to go through to get to the green room, you just had to provide your name and you would be on the list just like one of the managers or tour crew. In the large hallways of the venue food and drink stands were still operating, though it appeared the staff were starting to wrap up. Checking your watch, it looked like you maybe had another 15 to 30 minutes before you would see the guys again, so you decide to grab a quick drink. You’ve had one already tonight, but you’re generally trying to keep it in check since San and Hongjoong both said they wanted to talk to you after the show, especially if it was about the potential job opportunity. But since the nerves were getting to you again, you head up to the bar and grab a beer.

The bartender pours you a tall one and waves you off when you try to pass him cash. “We’re closed anyways,” he says, and you thank him before starting back towards the other end of the venue where the entrance to backstage is.

When you make it that far, you’ve had about half the beer on the walk. You spot an unfamiliar security guard, but you this is the entrance you were told to use so you continue forwards.

“Excuse me,” you say, getting the large man’s attention. He’s tall and broad, wearing a black t-shirt with “Security” written across the front and back.

“Can I help you?” he asks, and you catch him glance you over.

“My name is y/n,” you say, trying to be friendly, “I was told earlier that I should come back to this entrance and give my name so I can get back to the green room. The band is expecting me,”

“y/n?” He says, not moving.

“Um… yes,” you nod, “they told me earlier that my name would be on a list?”

“You’re not on my list,” he states, and your heart drops. You haven’t exchanged any phone numbers with any of the boys so if you’re not able to make it backstage you worry that your chance to speak with them again will disappear.

“Can you check please?” He didn’t even so much as glance at his clipboard when you first approached.

He glances down at the checklist quickly, scanning the names before shaking his head, “I don’t see you here,”

“There must be some kind of mistake,” you say, “I spoke with a woman from security earlier. She was tall and had short blonde hair, she was here around 3 o’clock?”

“Well, I don’t have you on my list,” he says, taking a step towards you, “so you’ll have to leave.”

“I’m sorry… I just…. I don’t,” you’re not sure what to do, and the security guard steps closer.

“I might be able to help you,” he says finally, taking one more step closer to you.

“How?” you ask immediately, trying to crane your neck to see over the edge of his clipboard to spot your name on the list that you’re sure the security guard from earlier had taken down.

“Well,” he says, a smirk crossing his face, “I think if you can do me a favor, I might be able to do you a favor.”

Your stomach drops.

“So,” he says, stepping closer to you, crowding you against the wall, “How badly do you want to get backstage?”

Words don’t come, the firm dark wall behind you connects sharply with your back and your fingers grip the sound proofing material. Your breath is sharp, and he pushes in against you with an arm on either side of your body, his hands planted on the wall to either side of your head.

“Not sure?” he says, angling closer.

“Please let me go,” you manage.

“Hmmmm,” he shakes his head, “I don’t think I can, you look like a security threat to me.”

Your stomach rolls as he leans closer, his knee slotting in between the space between your thighs and pressing you further into the wall. The beer you were holding slips from your fingers, splashing across the floor and against your legs. “Please stop.” You try once more, and then more firmly, “Stop!”

“I think a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be wandering around alone,” he shrugs, “so how about that favor?”

Before you can take another breath, you hear a shout from behind the security guard. You can’t quite tell who yet with this man crowding you and your vision, but the sound of a man’s shout and their rushed running forwards brings tears welling up in your eyes. Your hands are shaking, but the man against you sighs in frustration before pushing back away from you and the wall in one fluid motion.

“Get away from her!” As the man backs away, you see Yunho and Mingi rushing towards you, a couple of their tour crew hot on their heels.

“We were just having a little conversation,” he shrugs, “but we’re done now.”

“y/n!” Yunho calls, “Are you okay?”

Your voice is stuck for a minute before you nod, “Yeah, yes, I’m okay,”

Yunho and Mingi put themselves between you and the security guard, Yunho’s hand reaching back slightly to you but keeping their eyes fixed on him.

It’s Mingi that surprises you though, he’s furious. “You like to scare women, huh? Huh?”

“Look man,” the security guard starts, “she and I were just talking,”

It happens in a flash, Mingi strikes, and the man is laid out flat on the ground clutching his nose. Yunho takes two steps back towards you without turning, his hand connecting with your arm and fingers curling around your bicep. “Just talking,” Mingi spits under his breath.

Yunho turns his head to the side, glancing back at you, “Are you all right?”

Your eyes are still filled with tears, and you know your hands are still shaking, but you nod, “I’m fine, I’m okay,”

“Let’s go,” he says simply, turning now to face you, gently pulling you away from your prone position on the wall to follow him backstage. Mingi stays close, but you can feel that he’s still surveying the guard on the floor. After you make it into the hallways of backstage, Yunho smooths his hand across your shoulders, “He didn’t hurt you?” he questions.

“No,” you say, “he was just pushy,”

He nods once.

The greenroom door is just ahead, and Mingi pushes ahead of you to open it. On the other side you see the rest of the boys, a similar post show experience to the night before.

“Ah Atiny!” Wooyoung calls affectionately, seeing the group entering.

You felt like during the walk you had gotten it together a bit, but suddenly standing in the center of the room with eight pairs of eyes on you, tears well up again.

“y/n?” Seonghwa catches it first, “What is it?”

“It’s nothing,” you wave him away, shooting a glance to Mingi and Yunho, hoping they understand you’d rather not talk about it. “It’s just the last night of tour, the last show!” you say, attempting to brush off the feeling and turn it into something positive.

You feel like for a moment you might have gotten away with it, but Mingi huffs and says, “The security guard was bothering her, what a piece of-“

“What?” San cuts through, crossing the room for you, “What do you mean?”

“He had her in a corner.” Mingi says simply, and Yunho smacks his arm, gesturing towards you trying to get you to shut up, “Oh… uh… I’m sorry y/n. But I did hit him.”

San’s gaze snaps from Mingi back to you, and you hear Hongjoong shout, “Mingi!”

“I wasn’t going to let it go,” Mingi shrugs, “she was scared.”

“I’m fine,” you protest, “it’s fine,” you turn towards Yunho and Mingi, but San reaches out and holds your arms gently in his hands, “Thank you for helping though, he didn’t know how to take no for an answer.”

San’s hands slide up and down your arms in a gesture of comfort, “I’m sorry,” he says but for what you have no idea.

“I was more worried he wasn’t going to let me backstage,” you admit, “I thought I wouldn’t be able to get back in touch with you,”

San’s eyes widen, and he pulls you in close to wrap you in a hug.

“We would have come looking,” Yeosang offers from his place on the couch, “but I’m glad you’re okay.”

They all echo the sentiment, and as San holds you tightly Wooyoung comes to make the hug a group hug from behind you. You can’t help but laugh into San’s shoulder, the tears starting to dissipate.

“Let’s get you some food,” Jongho says, and you hear Seonghwa jump up and assist. They are piling a paper plate full of light snacks from the green room, and they pull a water bottle out of a nearby cooler. As Wooyoung and San break away, Jongho pushes the food into your hands and opens the water bottle for you before offering it over too.

“I,” you start to say but you shake your head, “thank you,”

This time, now that you’re more comfortable, you cross the room and take a seat on the couch next to Yeosang without needing to be asked. You start by taking a few long sips of water, the cold helping calm you immensely. The room is quiet for a few moments as you drink and start to pick at the food on your plate. Yunho crosses the room to sit on the arm of the couch, his hand reaching and resting on the back of your neck where he gently kneads his thumb against the knot of stress sitting between your shoulders.

You glance up at San, expecting to see flash of jealousy, but he smiles warmly and with comfort. Yunho’s hand is calming, and the presence of all these men brings your adrenaline down so you can breathe a little easier.

After a moment you say, “the show was amazing,”

“Yeah?” Jongho says.

“It gets better every time to be honest, and I can’t believe you did ‘Pick it Up’ during the encore, it was amazing to see live.”

There’s a chorus of thank yous, and you finish a few more bites of food before letting the plate rest on your knees. You don’t have much of an appetite, but you’re sure that this helped. San steps in, asking if you’re done and taking the plate away so you can relax.

“y/n,” Hongjoong pulls up a chair closer to your side of the room, “are you feeling better?”

You nod, “Much, thank you,”

He sighs, seeming grateful, and takes a breath before saying “I’ve spoken to Eden and some managers at KQ. There’s a place for you if you want it,”

“There is?” Your hands drop to your lap, and you’re sure your mouth has fallen open embarrassingly.

He laughs and gives you a grin, “It’s a junior position, a junior sound designer and audio editor, but you’d work with us and Eden and definitely get some experience like you wanted.”

“You’re serious?”

Yeosang laughs next to you, “We wouldn’t play a joke like that on you,”

“A place for me,” you repeat, mostly to yourself. It’s been a long time since you felt like you had one, and falling into it with Ateez feels right, feels sure.

“Mm,” Hongjoong nods again, “You don’t have to decide,” he starts to say but you cut him off, “Of course I’ll take the job.”

There’s cheers and congratulations, before you know it, you’re up on your feet and being embraced by everyone.

“Well, that’s it then,” Mingi announces, “our Atiny is joining the team! Let’s celebrate!”

Yunho and Seonghwa start passing out beers and soju, and you accept yours gratefully. “And you just finished your tour to entirely sold-out shows,” you remind them, “let’s drink to that too!”

San and Wooyoung are clapping and raising their glasses.

“Geonbae!” Mingi calls, and everyone calls the toast back, taking a cheerful swig of beer.

“What happens now?” You ask.

Hongjoong clears his throat, “Well, we talked about it this morning.”

It must have been part of the conversation you caught on the tour bus, completely forgotten after such a long day.

“We want you to stay,” San says, taking a step closer to you and clinking his glass to yours softly.

“To stay?”

Hongjoong crosses the room and waves San away with the back of his hand, “We talked about this,”

San is pouting, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

“You said yesterday that you had a flight in the morning back home,” You nod at Hongjoong’s question, and he continues, “We can drop you at the airport tomorrow and next week we can pick you back up after you’ve gotten your things together to start working at KQ.”

“Okay,” you start to say

“There’s something else,” Hongjoong starts, and your eyes flick to San’s, remembering what he said after you kissed earlier that afternoon.

“Anything,”

You hear a small laugh behind you and Hongjoong shakes his head, “Don’t promise just yet.”

“I really don’t understand,” you admit.

“It’s a hard question for me to ask,” Hongjoong admits, “not knowing what your answer will be.”

He takes a few steps away from you, and you shift, glancing at the rest of the boys who have seemed to sober considerably, trading glances at you and each other in equal measure. They’re nervous, you realize. What about you makes them nervous you can’t imagine, but Seonghwa moves forward into your space tightly and the penny starts to drop.

“We want to ask you,” he says, dipping his head low, “to stay with us all, to be with us,” his lips connect with yours and for a moment your mind shorts. You push him back softly with your hands against his shoulders, taking a few quick steps backwards.

“But I,” your head swivels to look at San, “I don’t know what’s happening,”

San is still giving you a warm smile, and it does nothing but further confuse you. Putting your beer down on a nearby side table, you rub your temples, “I don’t understand,”

Hongjoong’s voice cuts through, “Everybody out.”

“Ah hyung!”

“Hongjoong!”

“Why?”

“I said we couldn’t pressure her.” He’s firm, opening the door to the green room, “I want to speak with her alone, and without you all breathing down her neck.”

When the room clears, you’re alone with Hongjoong.

“Come and sit down,” he crosses to the couch and takes a seat at the far end, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You sit, but a little stiffly on the edge of the cushion, angling towards Hongjoong you say, “Please tell me what he means, that you want me to stay with you.”

He exhales low and reaches to gently take your hand. “We like you,” he starts, “It’s been a long time since all of us have felt this way about an outsider- not one of us and not one of our immediate crew. What we do can be isolating, and with the way our lives are examined we don’t often get to have normal experiences.”

“Oh,”

“We love what we do, and we love our Atinys,” he swallows, “but it can be lonely.”

“I’m sorry,” you manage.

He shakes his head, “When I say we all like you, I mean it. Hearing your music, spending time with you, the way you participated at practice…. It is rare that we all connect equally with someone.”

Warmth blooms in your chest, “I feel the same, that I’ve connected with all of you,”

“We wanted to put you up for the job at KQ because we were genuinely surprised by your music, so please understand that this offer is genuine.” You wait for him to continue. “What we also were hoping for, was that you would come to stay with us full time.”

Your eyes widen.

Hongjoong squeezes your fingers, “I know San has already expressed his interest, his feelings. I’m sure you’ve noticed the way Yunho has been with you, Mingi too. Seonghwa’s attentions just now should be clear enough.”

“Clear?” It slips out before you can stop yourself

“Mm,” he nods, “We all feel the same.”

It dawns then – “When you say stay with you….?”

“At our dorms, our home.”

“And Seonghwa said,”

“Be with us.” He confirms.

“You mean that literally,” you ask, already knowing the answer from the expression on his face.

“Our life can be lonely, and finding someone like you that we all truly like and appreciate? We agreed, we want you to come home with us. We can keep each other company, but it’s not the same as finding that someone.”

“You all….talked about it and you want me to what? Live with you so you can…. share me?”

Hongjoong’s mouth drops, “Well,”

You pull your hand back a moment, “I see why you’d be worried that I’d think the job offer was fake.”

“y/n,” Hongjoong reaches back out to you, gently pleading, “not at all. You can take the job and reject this offer and we’ll never discuss it again.”

A few beats pass. “You’ve done this before,” you realize.

Your eyes meet, and he doesn’t deceive you. “Yes,” he says, “once before.”

“So, a woman lived with you, had…. she had sex with all of you?”

He cringes momentarily, “Yes, for a very brief period. It was more like some of us dated her, with others she was more like a roommate. She accompanied us on an American tour, but when we got back to Seoul she wanted to go back to her real life.”

“And you were what? Looking to find the right fan?”

He’s appalled, and by his expression you know you’ve said something horrible. He releases you, “I can see why you would think this way, but it was never really an option we considered again until meeting you yesterday. And if you’re uncomfortable, we’ll let it go.”

“I’m…” you almost answer, but in truth you really don’t know. The emotions from being with San this morning, to kissed by Seonghwa, to being asked for something like this? It’s next to impossible and logic isn’t responding.

“If you want time,”

You nod. You’re staring at your folded hands, and after what feels like ages, you nod again, “I need to think. Being here has been incredible, and I want the job… but what you’re asking is… I can’t just decide something like that in a minute.”

He squeezes your hand, “Okay,”

“Okay.”

“Do you want to see the rest of the members, or would you prefer I have a car take you to your hotel?” he asks.

“Hotel, please,” you sigh, rubbing your hands across your tired eyes, “I think I need to go home first.”

“Ah,” Hongjoong bites his lip before saying, “Take your flight home, and in a week, I’ll have a car service pick you up. Just give the driver tonight your address and he’ll organize things.” He pulls out his phone, “Give me your number too, so we have a way of communicating.”

You plug your number in, and Hongjoon presses the call button. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and he nods, “when you come back for the job, give us your answer.”

“And if I say no that will be that?” you ask, “I can still work at KQ and with you with no issues?”

“You have my word,” he says, “It’s completely up to you. You can take all of it, none of it, or some of it.”

“Okay,” you stand, and he follows suit, “then in a week I’ll give you my answer.”

Hongjoong pulls you into a soft hug, “Travel safe,”

“You too,”

He smooths his hands down your arms once, drops your hands, and opens the side door that leads outside. Within a few minutes you’re in a car heading to your originally booked hotel, and you can’t help but wonder if that was the last moment you’ll ever spend with them.

As you drive, check into the hotel, and collapse into the waiting sheets, you pour over the last two days events. Worrying your lip with your teeth, you think of every passing comment or brush of a hand against yours. It’s clear now that they were flirting, but you just thought they were flirtatious by nature, especially to a fan. You slip into sleep, San’s kiss playing over and over in your head.

Can we keep you? He had whispered in your ear. Even then he was telling you.

In the morning, you follow the plan. You get on your flight and go home. You look around your tiny apartment, at your tiny quiet life, and you make a choice.

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