Ateez Reaction To You Calling Them By Their Pet Name 1/4

ateez reaction to you calling them by their pet name 1/4

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a/n: okay so it’s lunar new year! i have some time off school so i’m going to update a 4 part reaction series to a group i have yet to touch ever since my first few posts T^T enjoy~)

part 2 // part 3 // part 4

『 h o n g j o o n g 』

(a/n: doobi is the korean version of dipsy in teletubbies and i was greatly reminded of hongjoong, yes) 

“doobi, why are you...still up?” hongjoong glanced up from his half filled notebook, lovingly gazing at your sleepy figure. “work.” he gave a one-word reply, still looking at you. you stifled another yawn before slowly shuffling into his opened embrace. hongjoong couldn’t contain his excitement when you curled up, tucking your legs as if you were perched on him. 

“you should be sleeping, little one.” “but the bed’s empty without doobi.” hongjoong’s heart swelled and in one smooth motion he flipped his notebook close. you snuggled into his strong arms as he easily lifted you up, carrying you back to bed. 

“okay, okay. Let’s go to bed.” 

『 s e o n g h w a 』 

(a/n: i just thought “my flower” would be uncommon yet cute,, no thoughts head empty just seonghwa being a happy lil’ dandelion) 

your head was directly above his chest and seonghwa adjusted the bag under his head so he could see you better. His right arm was leaning comfortably across your torso as the scent of your hair tickled his nose. 

his hand was completely at the mercy of your teasing fingers, as you giggled, “even your hands are pretty, my beautiful flower.” seonghwa flushed at the nickname, “ah, you keep saying that.” 

“it’s true. you’re so pretty, from the top to the bottom. and that’s why you’re my flower.” if even humanly possible, seonghwa blushed a deeper shade of red and his left hand fanned his face. 

“you’ll be the death of me.”

Hiiii !!! Can I request a short imagine where Sunwoo is dating a very competitive volleyball player ? Who plays beach and indoor volleyball ! So specific Ik 😭 and just like what it would look like ? Or maybe where they go to the same school and he has a crush on the player and he goes to their games all the time and all that good stuff! I hope this makes sense and u can make it however u want !! I just never see volleyball imagines so I thought it would be fun :)

hihi sweetheart, sorry for the late reply T^T i’ve attempted your request and i hope you like it! i don’t know volleyball very well so i tried to make do with what google told me <3 i had fun writing it too! you can read it here

Think, think, think. - Sunwoo

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ smmary: agent sun (or better known as sunwoo) has an important mission; but it wasn’t in his plans to get tangled up with you ↬ tags: agent! sunwoo, oc! + fem! park hanbyeol (you), oc! park chanyeol (your older brother), ft. agent! changmin ↬ word count: 989 words

↬ a/n: alright alright you guys must abso-freaking-lutely hate me now for posting so irregularly,, sorry for the super duper long wait i was very much out of ideas and busy with preparing and planning for a freshmen orientation in my school T^T

this story is loosely based on the BL “red candy” and i was inspired to do something like this,, moreover this lowkey had “the stealer” vibes and i went with it <3

"I’m sorry." Sunwoo gingerly tucked the stray strands of hair behind your ears, admiring your peaceful, sleeping figure. Everything he did so far was an act, but falling for you was not one. Sunwoo sighed. He could still remember when he first met you. 

--

Sunwoo landed on his feet, eyes darting left and right. "Agent Sun, status." "Negative, Agent Q." He replied back, right hand hovering over his in-ear. "I'll proceed." A simple door code to the study room was no trouble for him. According to intel, Park Chanyeol, an infamous figure in the black market. Sunwoo's mission was to sift out any and every intel. Immediately scavenging thoroughly, he took pictures of any relevant material he could get his hands. Seconds trickled to minutes and Sunwoo was slowly losing hope. Maybe Chanyeol’s company would have a secret vault or something. The material sent wasn’t sufficient, but it will have to make do. 

He held his breath at the sound of the door opening and the flicking sound of a switch turning on the lights. "Oh shit, shit, shit." Sunwoo cursed under his breath. 

Cocking the pistol in his hands, he stood upright, back flushed against the wall. A little more shuffling and Sunwoo emerged from his hiding spot, only to discover you. Park Hanbyeol, the younger sister. Sunwoo’s brain sifted through all the possible endings that could happen. Think, think, think. Gun immediately returned back into its holster, you had finally laid eyes on him. He blurted out, “I’m the housekeeper!” He certainly looked the part too (actually he didn’t, he was just trying to convince himself), having tied his windbreaker around his waist and the simple mask worn. 

According to his sources (he had LOADS of sources), the Chanyeol has a housekeeper which comes in once a week. Sunwoo felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his head and he prayed he was convincing enough. After this mission, I really should get proper acting lessons from actors instead. Your hand shot out, reaching out towards Sunwoo’s face. What is she trying to pull? Does she know some form of self-defense? How—

“You’re sweating a lot. You can switch on the air conditioning while you work, you know?” You wiped off the sweat and Sunwoo gulped, “U-Uh, noted.” Why you were here, was a secondary issue. Now, how am I going to gather intel with you around? 

You cocked your head to the side, eyebrows furrowing. Oh shit, is my cover about to be blown? Sunwoo stood unmoving as you took a step back, “You probably got a shock, right? I don’t normally visit my big brother’s house but I’m trying to hide from my very angry mother, so I told him I’d be staying in his house until everything blows over.” That was when he noticed your flushed face under the glow emanating from the chandelier and he caught a whiff of some form of alcohol. You were drunk, thank goodness.  

“Uh, miss. You should go to bed.” Sunwoo’s first instinct was to get you in bed, knock you out if necessary, then get searching and retreat. “I’m so tired I can’t walk anymore.” You hiccuped, lightly punching his chest. Sunwoo sighed. This was going to be a long night. Easily picking you up bridal style, he headed for the first room right next to the kitchen. He had memorized the entire blueprint and the locations of several CCTVs around in his target’s house. The camera would have been disabled, courtesy of Agent Q (Changmin, the one and only) who was camping outside, but he was going to be careful nevertheless. 

You kept babbling on as Sunwoo placed you down, tuning you out. He removed his mask, exhaling at the immense pressure thrust upon him at a very unexpected timing. I should have accepted the job at the cafe. “This is Sun reporting. I have everything—”

Everything seemed to happen in slow-mo, when you yanked him and he fell, lips colliding into yours. Heat flooded his face and he jerked up, hands pulling his mask over his mouth. “I must be crazy, but your eyes are so pretty.” You giggled, before promptly falling asleep. “Sun? Sun? Do you need my help?” Sunwoo was everything but in control. 

“Q, I’m done here.” “What? Why? You haven’t been in there for about an hour.” Q’s worried voice came over the intercom, and all Sunwoo could think about was how soft your lips were. “I’ve digged through everything and all the things I’ve sent you are the ones I could find.” Sunwoo lied. Sure, they were relevant, but there were other parts of the house he has yet to search through. I’d have to come back another day; back as a housekeeper, of course. But if anything, he wants out from the room you were in. “Alright. The cams are disabled. I’ve got your back; you can come out now.” 

“Thanks.” 

--

“Why?” You mumbled. Your brother has been put into jail. You didn’t know why and the media has been very hush hush about it. Sunwoo knowing that he was the one who had resulted in that, had felt utterly bad inside. “Nothing. You’re just so loveable.” He switched topics, hoping you weren’t going to ask. 

“I love you.” Sunwoo doesn’t know how long he will keep up the act. Now that Chanyeol’s in jail, people were now after you. This mission was completed. His time was up. He was about to go overseas for a new commission, involving a drug dealer this time. You've believed that Sunwoo was the housekeeper and now Sunwoo was debating to either tell you that he was leaving to study overseas and risk you finding out (a lie) or that he had ulterior motives all along (the truth, which will result in a lot of pain). 

He inwardly sighed, guilt weighing heavily on his heart: what should he do?

how SVT would wake you up (4)

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『 v e r n o n 』 

"oops. hehe, good morning love."

his alarm would probably wake you up first

his sleepy, sheepish face when he overslept? utterly endearing + his messy unkempt hair

would back hug you, eyes closed + your foreheads would touch

 『 s e u n g k w a n 』  

"boo-!"

similar to jeonghan. he might be a little cheeky in the morning

teddy bear grip on you, aka arms and legs looped over you when he's feeling lovely and just wants your attention

or he might choose death and tickle you

『 d i n o 』

"i've got a surprise for you!"

i think being babied by seventeen would result in him being very loving and caring

8/10 would bring breakfast in bed and if you said please he'd probably feed you too

2/10 would carry you to the toilet to get you ready for the day

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how SVT would wake you up (3)

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『 t h e 8 』 

“wake up~ i want to spend my morning with you.”

another patient one; he would wait for you, encouraging you to get up

gently nudges you, brushes the hair out of your face, holds your face in his hands

“come. let’s get up, okay?” (presses kisses all over your face) 

『 m i n g y u 』 

“wake up, please~” 

puppy mingyu agenda: fulfilled

imagine a dog lying on you and just “arf arf” in your face; yeah that’s mingyu who just wants your attention first thing in the morning

nuzzles into the juncture of your neck aaaa

『 DK || s e o k m i n 』

“if you don’t wake up...i’m going to give you a kiss!” 

(the above gif is a joke) he’d gladly kiss you awake

for every second you’re asleep and he’s awake, he’d probably try to kiss you for fun or out of love

acts like it’s a threat, but it really isn’t because he knows you like it 

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“Hang out? Really?” - Changmin

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ summary: the introvert and the extrovert “hang out” ↬ tags: non-idol! changmin, fem! reader ↬ word count: 349 words

↬ a/n: it’s been a long time since i’ve updated but here we go! i hope you enjoy! missing changmin hours: open!

“Girlie, where have you been?” Were the first few words from Changmin as he made his presence known. You gestured for him to enter and he closed the door behind you. Wordlessly he shuffled over to where you were, making himself at home on your pillow-clad bed and sat across you. 

“What do you mean? I’ve been right here.” You replied, eyes not leaving the drama that was playing on laptop screen. “Miss, you ghosted me for 5 days.” Changmin pouted, pulling out his phone and pointing sadly at it. “Ah. Sorry about that, my phone died.” 

Changmin shot you a look, his right eyebrow nearly reaching his hairline. “...What?” Changmin moved closer, gazed trained on you. “5 whole days. 120 hours.” You gave him a side glance “Right, I should have said my dog died.” 

“You’re allergic to dogs.”  Changmin quipped back, a small smile evident on his face. Now it was your turn to pout, afraid you truly did something wrong, ”Please don’t be mad at me.” 

“Me? I’m not mad at you.” Changmin huffed, beaming widely at you nevertheless. “You really ought to tell me when you’re going to be MIA. Life’s boring without my favourite introvert.” He gleefully pinched your cheeks to prove his point. 

“Cool. Do you want to hang out?” “Hang out? Really?” At times like these, Changmin endearingly embodied an excited, fluffy golden retriever. “Not really, but since you came so we might as well!” You lightly grinned. 

“Alright let’s go! Where to...?” Changmin eagerly jumped out of the bed, pausing when you weren’t moving. You gave him a confused look, “Where...?” “Didn’t you just say you wanted to hang out?” You then noticed that Changmin was in his outside clothes. 

“Uh, yeah. Like right here.” You vaguely waved to your bed. “Then it kills the whole point of hanging out!” The fellow ESFP had his arms akimbo. “I never said where.” You nonchalantly shrugged, hiding your satisfied smile when Changmin gave in.  “Your clothes are in the lower—” 

“—lower drawer, I know. I’ll go grab us some snacks. Wait for me!”