Ateez Reaction To You Calling Them By Their Pet Name 3/4

ateez reaction to you calling them by their pet name 3/4

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part 1 // part 2 // part 4

『 s a n 』

(a/n: san-shine boy ready to make your day better!) 

“sunshine!” san would notice that voice anywhere. he glanced up from his phone, eyes locking onto you as you ran towards him. the dorm was rather empty, save for mingi who was resting while the others went out. his heart went into overdrive when you dropped the tote bag on your shoulders and climbed onto the bed, your crescent shaped eyes showing genuine happiness. 

you enveloped him in a warm hug, pressing a kiss at his temple. “hi beautiful.” a bit of wiggling before you gazed up at him through your lashes, and a little softer this time, “hi sunshine.” 

san literally melted on the spot before smothering you in a hug, “i love you so much.” 

『 m i n g i 』

(a/n: throwback to weekly idol whereby he did that giraffe impression, never saw him quite the same) 

“mingi...giraffe.” mingi whipped his head to face you. you were currently sprawled out across his lap, doodling in your bullet journal. you hadn’t noticed his shift and he exhaled. mingi placed the book in his hands face down on the bed, easily peering over your shoulder at what you were doing. “giraffe here...and another one there.” he stifled his laughter as you easily doodled a little giraffe drawings. now it was your turn to lightly chuckle, “mingi the giraffe. min-giraffe.”

“what are you doing?” you proudly held the book up, “just a collage of my favourite person in the world. you like it?” 

mingi burst out laughing at a drawing of a giraffe with a sticker of his head over it, “like it? i love it. but why giraffe?” you pushed yourself off his lap, opting to sit facing him. “you’re tall, like way taller than me.” you cheekily grin, leaning forwards to peck his lips. “that’s it?” mingi raised his eyebrows. 

“yeah that’s it.” he gasped in shock and you waved your hands in surrender, “i’m kidding!” 

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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.”

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?

date: me please

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pairing: studen! wooyoung x student, gn! reader

↬ tags: high school! au, students being students, biology class (my favorite, idk about yours)

summary: wooyoung’s antics may or may not have caused your heart to skip a beat (and also caused the to of you to be kicked out of class)

word count: 376 words

“class, please pass down the handout down the row.” the teacher called out. “i bet it’s biology papers from those renowned schools.” wooyoung, who was in front of you, turned around and made a sour face, causing you to giggle at his antics. 

you fiddled with your pen while waiting for the worksheet to come all the way to the back. your gaze followed the rather thick stack of worksheets coming your way, causing you to cringe outwardly at the workload. However, you started to frown when wooyoung took a little longer than usual, his body hunched over his table, presumably hoarding his and your paper.

“yah, what’s taking you so long?” you harshly whispered and wooyoung shook his head before passing the paper over his head. you rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face as you uncapped your pen to write your name. 

your gaze landed on the chicken scratch handwriting next to the word “date:”. you blinked once more and you swore with your lunch money that you did not write “date: me please.”.

realizing that this was a prank by the one and only, you leaned over and wrote “O” followed by “K” on his back, as a joke. he subtly turned his head and that was when you saw how pink his face was. “for real?” He mouthed. You cocked your head to one side, “is this a prank?”

“i want you to date me though…” wooyoung made eye contact with you, somehow causing your insides to simultaneously combust. 

a million thoughts flashed through your head. you had always thought of him as a good friend, a funny classmate, but what he said caused something to stir within you. he certainly wasn’t that bad looking, but now that he had said that, it made you ponder about your feelings for him and–

“i’m kidding. why would i date you?” he gave a cheeky grin and you flinged your notebook at wooyoung, catching the teacher’s attention, “you two! GO and stand outside the classroom.” 

you hung your head sheepishly as the two of you quickly shuffled out of class. once outside, you gave him a side glare and didn’t hesitate to actually whack him. 

“i ain’t gonna date you, cheeky boy.”

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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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“i am that cat.”

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pairing: cat-turn-boy! sunoo x gn! reader ↬ tags: cat turned cat hybrid! sunoo, delusion is real, sunoo being a bombay cat!, mentions of reader having a brother (just for his clothing)

summary: that boy is your cat?! word count: 429 words

a/n: was deciding who to write for when this baby (i keep forgetting we are literally the same age) popped up in my mind, hence enjoy the cat hybrid! sunoo <3

“sunoo?” you called out. 

the bombay cat would normally greet you as soon as your keys jingled behind the main door. a loud clang came from the kitchen, and you good-naturedly rolled your eyes. “sunoo…” your voice died down when you saw a boy (you couldn’t be sure, he looked around your age) crouching in front of the sink. 

your hands immediately went to your face, averting your gaze as you removed your outer coat and extended it to the nearly naked boy (with cat ears and a tail, you suddenly realized), “who are you?” 

“i am sunoo.” 

you did a double take. 

“but my sunoo is a cat.” 

“i am that cat.” he replied confidently. 

a moment of silence blanket the two of you and you exhaled shakily, trying to wrap your mind around this situation. the boy, no, your sunoo, looked at you with the same pair of dark brown orbs as you eyed him from head to toe. unsure whether to trust him, you pinched the bridge of your nose, attempting to connect the non-existent dots. 

“one second, let me grab clothes.” you gestured for him to follow behind and wordlessly he got up and shuffled behind you. quickly picking out your brother’s clothing, you handed it to him and sat down in the living room. sure enough when he was done, he sat down cross legged on the floor, making himself comfortable as he smiled at you with that cat-like expression. “you really are sunoo?” 

“mhm! i am your cat!” he enthusiastically confirmed. 

you grabbed the laser and pointed it on the floor and sunoo ignored it, opting to toy with the fluffy rug. “gosh, you really are my cat. but how…” 

“long story short, i’m what you would call a cat hybrid.” you quizzically looked at him, “i wasn’t sure they existed but now looking at you...i guess i have no choice but to believe this.” sunoo in human form was unexpected, and you unabashedly had a hard time getting used to his face. 

“you aren’t going to dispose of me right? i’m still the same clumsy cat.” you must have been making a face for sunoo to ask such a question. “no! no! of course not. i’ve adopted you to keep me company, and i wouldn’t trade you for the world. you’re precious to me.” happy with your answer, sunoo crawled into your lap (mind you he’s pretty lean and tall) as you habitually stroke the crown of his head.

“that’s good. because i accidentally broke your favourite cup while transforming.” “what now?!”

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