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unmarked boundaries ; j. wy

pairing wooyoung x reader

genre unrequited(?) love, tear drop of angst, minor fluff

word count 2.3k

warning(s) mentions of alcohol/drinking, explicit language

taglist @inkigayeo​ @peachjaem00​ @atinykidult​ @toffee-hwa​ @yunwoo​ @fairyofdusk​ (lmk if you’d like to be added to my taglist!) 

dia’s note hi idk why i wrote this but i had fun :D

synopsis it was inevitable that you would one day fall for wooyoung’s unrelenting charms. you just wished you weren’t so fearful of the unknown.

In retrospect, the amount of alcohol you consumed that night was probably not ideal, considering you were supposed to be the designated driver. Instead you ended up crashing at his place which was conveniently right next door to where the party was being held.

Stumbling over the dewy grass, up the stony steps, and through the mahogany door, you collapsed onto the floor so gracefully one might think you’d have a flair for constantly tripping over your own two feet. Luckily for you, a warm hand gently gripped your upper arm, tugging your limp body up and wrapping a strong arm around your waist. You could faintly smell the sweet scent of someone’s cologne and smiled lazily, burying your face into the clothed chest of the person holding you steady. 

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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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— i have you.

word count: 4.1k

pairing: choi san x gender neutral reader ; mentions of other ateez members

warnings: explicit language, mentions of the pandemic, mentions of food, very slight mention of ghosts and possession (?)

genre: fluff, non-idol au, university au, roommates au, friends-to-lovers au

notes: i was thinking of which idol to write for this, and then pink san happened and i just had to :’))) his pink hair is a d o r a b l e

summary: to put it simply, 2020 sucked. but perhaps 2021 will be kinder, especially with the company of one choi san.

a/n: happy new year everyone!! honestly it feels like a lot has happened in 2020, yet at the same time i feel like i haven’t done anything at all. 2020 was really hard for a lot of us, and i just want to say that i’m really proud of you for getting through another year!! remember it’s okay even if all you did was survive a day, it’s still progress, you tried your best, and that’s all that matters. i love you and i’m here for you, and i hope that 2021 will be a better year for all of us. wishing you all nothing but the best!! 💕

— 23:28

“No, no, no! Grab the onion! GRAB THE ONION! I NEED IT NOW!”

“I KNOW, I’M COMING! STOP SCREAMING!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! MY SOUP IS GOING TO BURN! SAN! SAN! SAN!”

“I SAID I’M COMING!”

“FUCK! IT’S BURNING! GET THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER! GET THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!”

“WELL, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY FUCKING ONION?”

“PUT IT DOWN!”

“YOU JUST SAID—”

You screech incoherently as the timer counts down to the last few seconds. The scoreboard pops up and your expression sours when you see the less-than-satisfactory score you and San get.

Grabbing the nearest throw pillow, you whack your roommate and friend repeatedly with all your might, ignoring his yelps and pleads for you to stop. “This. Is. All. Your. Fault!” you seethe, landing the final blows before deciding to have mercy on San.

“My fault?” he echoes indignantly. “You told me to get the onion and I did!”

“Well, we didn’t need it anymore because the soup was going to burn down the whole kitchen!” You huff heavily, sinking into the sofa. “I am never playing Overcooked with you again. Mr and Mrs Kim are going to hate us even more now, by the way.”

You wince at the (very likely) chance of your neighbours giving you an earful tomorrow morning from all the ruckus you and San are making. To be fair, the two of you are highly competitive when it comes to Mario Kart and Overcooked, so you probably definitely deserve that impending talking-to.

In your defence, though, Mr and Mrs Kim complain about every little noise that emits from your apartment. One time, you sneezed (perhaps a little too loudly, but it was purely accidental!) at 2am while cramming for an exam, and as you were leaving for school the next morning, Mrs Kim stuck her little head out from their apartment next door and yelled at you for five minutes in the hallway, even as you apologised and tried to explain that you were going to be late for your exam.

Fuck university and the education system, but tuition is expensive, and your mom was going to have your head if she found out you missed an important exam because of a goddamn sneeze.

Your neighbours are also the reason for why it’s impossible to have company over, and why parties are to be held at Wooyoung and Yeosang’s place and their place only. If the former ever step foot into your apartment, Mr and Mrs Kim might genuinely commit a triple homicide. Wooyoung is loud.

Sometimes, you have half a mind to snap back at your grouchy neighbours and give them a piece of your mind, but your friend Seonghwa, who is also the person who introduced you to San in the first place, persuaded you not to many times, saying that it was better for everyone if you maintained a (somewhat) civil relationship with your neighbours.

Seonghwa has always been a much kinder person than you.

“We’ll just...not leave the apartment tomorrow,” your pink-haired roommate says half-jokingly, but you know you’re both considering the idea. Starting the new year with San holding you back from fighting your neighbours isn’t exactly a good idea.

— 23:32

“What do we do now?” You rest your head against the back of the sofa. It sucks that you were both stuck indoors for New Year’s Eve this year, but you know it’s the right thing to do. All day, you’ve had to put up with Wooyoung’s lamenting about how he now has to think of something for next year’s New Year’s Eve party that will make up the inactivity that has plagued 2020.

You don’t even know what to have for breakfast tomorrow morning, and that’s assuming you’ll get up before noon, which never happens unless absolutely necessary. New Year’s resolution: drink more water and fix your sleeping schedule? Will you stick to it? Ha, no. But it sure feels nice to be a part of something.

“I don’t know,” San replies, sounding defeated. “Any ideas?” Your night so far has consisted of ordering an obscene amount of takeout and pigging out on pizza, fried chicken and Chinese food. Hey, it’s the holidays and you survived another semester of (very draining) online classes. You deserve it.

Then, San suggested a round of Mario Kart to pass time until the fireworks show came on TV. One round turned to two, then three, and ended in a screaming match that definitely earned you both a lengthy complaint. After which you made the horrible mistake of switching to Overcooked, because people truly weren’t exaggerating when they said that the game ruins friendships. You might as well move out after that disaster of a match. How did the two university students manage to fuck up virtual soup that badly?

“Nope,” you reply, popping the ‘p’, “I think I’m just going to go on YouTube or something? Unless you’re up for another round.”

“Ugh, no way.” He sticks his tongue out at you as he tucks a throw pillow under his head. How mature of him. You also don’t know why he picked that cushion—it’s so scratchy and uncomfortable because of all the sequins on it, but it was a gift from Seonghwa and you think it looks pretty on the sofa. “You’re like, the worst Overcooked teammate ever.”

You scoff. “That’s rich coming from the person who couldn’t hand me a damn onion.”

San opens his mouth to retort, but his phone rings—the caller ID says that it’s Wooyoung, you should’ve known, they’re practically two peas in a pod—and he shoots you an apologetic yet pointed smile, as if to say “this conversation isn’t over yet” before stepping into the kitchen to take the call.

— 23:37

With nothing to do, you put on your AirPods (you really don’t use them enough for how much you paid for them) and click on a YouTube video about bullet journaling. It would’ve been interesting if you were more artsy, but even your stick figures look extra sad, so you start zoning out. Even with your headphones on, you can hear San’s voice from the kitchen as he cheerfully chats with Wooyoung about God-knows-what. You hope it’s about how much he sucks at Overcooked. Yes, you’re still somewhat bitter about it.

Just the sound of his voice makes you smile with contentment. It’s so warm, and happy, and—holy fuck, you’re so whipped.

You never really believed in fate, but you’re happy that it brought Choi San into your life, because now you can’t imagine it without him.

You remember being stressed as fuck almost a year ago. Your old roommate moved out because she decided to study abroad and you were in desperate need of a new one. Your job at the coffee shop on campus definitely isn’t the worst thing on Earth, but no way in hell can it pay for a two-bedroom apartment without an additional tenant.

Thankfully, your very kind friend Park Seonghwa told you that his friend was looking for a new place and that you should contact him. The very next day, you met Choi San at Star1117 Coffee right after your shift to discuss the details, and he seemed more than happy with the somewhat reasonable rent and location of your apartment, which was just a few bus stops away from the university. He was incredibly sweet and kind despite his sharp features which intimidated you at first glance, and you had a good feeling with him as a roommate.

That is, until you fucked up royally.

Just two weeks after San moved in, quarantine happened and your university reverted to online teaching. It wasn’t all too bad at first because you and San got along well even though you were still slightly awkward around each other, which was to be expected with new roommates.

Leave it to you to screw things up.

You returned from the supermarket one day with groceries, and once discarding your mask and washing your hands you decided to take a hot shower. Without giving it a second thought (or knocking), you swung the bathroom door open rather violently, only for your eyes to meet the widened ones of one Choi San who evidently just got out of said shower.

Oh, and he was half naked.

The two of you stared at each other with your mouths agape until you finally came to your senses. Screaming apologies at your poor roommate, you dashed back into your room and face-planted onto your bed, completely mortified and also feeling very sorry for San. He moved in weeks ago and he’s probably already contemplating on moving out after what just happened.

“You did what?”

“Joong,” you groan before covering your face with a pillow and letting out a muffled scream. “It’s not funny.”

Your best friend cackles at the other end of the phone. “Not to you,” he sneers, and you can picture his devilish smirk in your head. “How did you manage to make a fool of yourself already? Didn’t he just move in?”

“Fuck you, Kim Hongjoong. I might just replace you with Seonghwa as my best friend.”

“Oh no, I’m terrified,” comes the flat reply, and you just know Hongjoong is haughtily examining his nails like one of those snobby heiresses in movies. You decide to make a Google Form application and send it to Seonghwa first thing after the call. The title can be “New Best Friend Wanted”. Not the most creative, but you’re no Kim Hongjoong, so this is as good as it’s going to get.

“By the way, I’m thinking of dyeing my hair blue. Like, brighter-than-my-future kind of blue. Nice, right?”

“Are you seriously talking about your hair right now?” you ask incredulously. “In case you forgot, I walked in on my half-naked roommate and I don’t know what to fucking do!”

Your friend sighs deeply like he’s tired of your shit (which you have no doubt he is). “What else can you do? Just apologise again and act normal. I’m sure he knows it was an accident.”

“You don’t understand!” you wail. “The problem is that I have to face him every second of my life because we’re stuck in a tiny apartment together in quarantine!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. Accidents happen, might as well take this as an opportunity to bond with your roommate, then maybe it won’t be so awkward anymore.”

What a supportive friend. Maybe you should send an application to Jongho too for good measure.

Deep down, you know Hongjoong is right, not that you’d ever admit it to his face. The logical thing to do would be to put this incident behind you and act like nothing had happened, and perhaps months later it’ll just be a fun little inside joke between you and San. That is, if he doesn’t hate your guts. You wouldn’t blame him if he does.

“So...the blue hair?”

“Good-fucking-bye, Hongjoong.”

Much to your best friend’s exasperation, you in fact did not act “normal” because you have the social skills of a slug. The atmosphere in the apartment was so awkward that each day made a part of you shrivel up on the inside. It didn’t help that you had nowhere to go unless absolutely necessary, as you had previously mentioned to Hongjoong.

You and San had your online classes in the comfort of your bedrooms, which was incredibly distracting when it wasn’t mandatory to turn on your camera and microphone. One too many times, you found yourself falling asleep halfway through a lecture, waking up to a “The host has ended the meeting” notification on your laptop. Big yikes.

You only saw your roommate around mealtimes, where the two of you would exchange simple dialogue along the lines of “I’m ordering food, you want anything?”; or “I made some food, you want some?”; or “I’m going grocery shopping tomorrow, anything specific you want me to get?”

The two of you were polite and friendly, but in a distant manner. It made you few as though the progress towards a friendship you had been making prior to the embarrassing bathroom incident had gone to waste. When you couldn’t sleep (or when you were procrastinating), you often wondered if you would ever gather the courage to break the ice (again).

Quarantine was getting terribly boring. Not being to see your classmates, professors (however shitty they may be), friends and family in person was starting to eat away at you. And while some of the customers at Star1117 Coffee were complete assholes, you missed being surrounded by the smell of coffee and fresh pastries.

Of course, you were extremely fortunate on a lot of levels, so it definitely felt wrong to complain. But you also couldn’t deny the isolation you felt from the lack of human interaction and being indoors every day aside from the occasional grocery run.

And you had a roommate who you spoke barely ten sentences to every time you had a conversation.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes at you, and you want to reach through the screen and smack him across the head. Speaking of your friend’s head, he stayed true to his word and dyed his hair bright blue, which reminds you of the time when his hair was fire truck red last year. Once a strawberry, now a blueberry.

He looks good. When does he not? Kim Hongjoong pulls everything off. It’s both admirable and annoying.

“Are you seriously telling me that you still haven’t made up with your roommate?” he asks with wide eyes. “Y/N, how are you surviving quarantine when you don’t even talk to the person you live with? You do realise he’s the most actual human interaction you’re getting besides the supermarket cashiers.”

“Easy, I don’t survive,” you answer glumly. You don’t have the heart to tell Hongjoong that you mostly use the self-checkout lane, so you don’t talk to any of the workers at the store. Cashiers are going to be jobless because of you.

Your blue-haired friend frowns. “Come on, you can’t avoid San forever. Please, get off your ass, knock on his bedroom door and ask him to hang out. Watch a movie together, or something.” He pretends to ignore the way you wince. “If he’s an ass about everything, then you can go back to your room and drown your sorrows in cheap wine and instant ramen. Deal?”

A garbled groan escapes you. “Who are you, my mom?”

“I might as well be considering how you’d be even more of a walking crisis without me.”

You hate that he’s right. Hongjoong has helped you through more messes than you can count.

“Fine, deal. I’ll ask San to watch The Devil Wears Prada with me. I hope he has taste.”

Hongjoong makes a face. “Who hasn’t seen The Devil Wears Prada? That should be a crime at this point. It’s 2020.”

“Well, I’ve never seen Home Alone, so...”

“You’ve never—wait, what?”

You laugh nervously. “Oh, look at the time, gotta go hang out with my roomie! Bye, Joong! Wish me luck!”

“Y/N—”

You quickly hang up before tossing your phone to the side, and attempt to give yourself a pep talk so you can work up the courage you need. You’re mentally repeating the same monologue for what feels like the fifth time when you hear a soft knock on your bedroom door.

You stretch out your limbs while rolling off the bed and pad over to the door. Choi San’s sheepish smile greets you once you open it, his hands fiddling with a box.

“Can you help me dye my hair?”

“Any reason for dyeing your hair?” you ask in a pathetic attempt to break through the uncomfortable silence that settles between you and San. He’s sitting in front of the mirror in your small bathroom with you standing behind him, doing your best to coat every strand of hair with hair bleach. You feel like one of those awkward hairdressers who aren’t very good at making small talk with their clients. Oh, the pain.

San hums absentmindedly. “I’m going through a mid-life crisis.”

You snort. “Aren’t you twenty-one? Isn’t that a little too early to be having a mid-life crisis?”

“I’m here for a good time, not a long time.”

His deadpan delivery makes you guffaw. “Okay, big mood,” you say, grinning, and he returns your smile with his dimpled one through his reflection in the mirror.

The awkward silence that existed previously appeared to vanish as the two of you caught up with each other for what seemed like the first time in weeks, which was ironic considering, again, you fucking lived together. You shared funny stories from your online classes, like when someone from your Linguistics course randomly started singing without realising their microphone wasn’t turned off.

Dyeing San’s hair blonde took hours, but you thought all that time, as well as the horrible smell of the bleach and dye that probably killed more of your brain cells, were worth it because those few hours were more than enough for you to get to know your roommate. Choi San was sweet, funny, kind and very, very cute.

“What do you think?” he asks nervously as he ruffles his newly-dyed hair. You think it needs some styling, but that could wait for tomorrow because it was already 2am.

As if on cue, you yawn. “I think it suits you,” you say tiredly, but truthfully nonetheless.

Your now blonde roommate glances at the clock in the living room before turning back to you guiltily. “I’m sorry, I guess I lost track of time and didn’t realise how late it had gotten, or I wouldn’t have made you stay up with me just to dye my hair.”

“It’s okay,” you smile softly to reassure him, “it was fun talking to you. Um, sorry about...you know, the bathroom thing.”

San laughs loudly, but quickly covers his mouth with his hand to stifle the sound. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

Your cheeks feel hot from his teasing tone. “Yeah,” you admit, “I kinda felt bad that that happened to you when you just moved in, so...yeah.”

“Oh, thank God that was it,” San grins. “I thought it was because I did something wrong, but good to know that I didn’t so we can put this behind us. Do you have class tomorrow?”

“Only until eleven.”

The adorable dimpled smile makes a reappearance. “Great! We can make brunch together after class, sound good?”

You grin back. “Definitely. You’re cooking, though.”

“Fine, only because you helped me with my hair. But you’re not allowed to complain if I give you food poisoning.”

You haven’t known San for long at all, but you think you’d gladly suffer through the worst case of food poisoning if it meant seeing him smile.

(San tells you the next day that he has, in fact, never seen The Devil Wears Prada. The two of you remedy that over brunch.)

“Y/N. Y/N!”

Your head snaps up and your gaze meets San’s concerned one. “Oh, sorry, spaced out a bit. What’s up?”

His expression relaxes. “You scared me! I just got off the phone with Wooyoung and you were just staring blankly at yours. I thought you got possessed or something.”

He’s right, your phone screen had already gone blank from disuse ever since the YouTube video you were watching ended. Tapping on it, a few notifications pop up, mainly text messages from Hongjoong telling you that the fireworks show broadcast is starting soon.

“What would you do if I was possessed?”

San looks at you as though you asked him the stupidest question to ever exist. “Uh, pack up my shit and move in with Wooyoung. Duh.”

“At least call an exorcist first before leaving! Some friend you are,” you grumble.

Your roommate giggles as he joins you on the sofa once again. “Sorry, but you know I don’t fuck with ghosts and shit. I don’t know how you manage to watch Buzzfeed Unsolved alone in your room. In the dark, you heathen.”

You shake head in amusement and turn to the TV.

— 23:55

“Five minutes,” you breathe. The screen shows the city’s skyline as the announcer reports on the lack of crowds in the city centre due to the pandemic, and that the fireworks show will begin soon.

“Oh, shit! Hold on!” Before you can respond, San scrambles off the sofa and disappears into the kitchen. He reappears seconds later, holding two steaming mugs and carefully makes his way back to you.

You peer into the mugs when he sets them down on the coffee table. Hot chocolate with a shit ton of whipped cream on top.

“Almost forgot that I made these when I was in the kitchen talking to Woo earlier,” he says with a big smile, plopping down next to you, your crossed legs barely touching. “Start off 2021 with something sweet, you know?”

You gingerly pick up one of them and take a small sip. The rich, chocolatey beverage warms your entire being and makes you sigh contentedly. “Choi San, you are an angel.”

“I know. You’re so lucky to have me as a roommate.”

A playful scoff leaves your lips as you take another sip, but you are well aware that you indeed are very, very lucky.

“2020 really sucked, huh?” you ask, voice coming out much more vulnerable-sounding than you intended.

A few beats of silence passes before San responds. “Yeah, it did. Not that 2021 will automatically solve everything, but it will better, I think.”

His usually wide smile is now much gentler and you can only faintly see his dimples, but much like the hot chocolate he made, it brings you warmth and a feeling of hope. That maybe, just maybe, the new year will be better, or that you’ll at least be more adept at overcoming challenges. You have 2020 to thank for that.

— 23:58

Your pink-haired friend nudges you with his elbow. “Plus, I met you in 2020, so some good came out of it! I know I tease you a lot and we have the occasional roommate squabble, but you really are an amazing friend and roommate.”

You grin. “Are you going soft on me?”

San’s eyes narrow at you as he shifts to the far end of the sofa. “Way to ruin the moment,” he pouts. “Keep this up and I’m moving out next year. Good luck finding a roommate as incredible as I am.”

You snort at his theatrics. “I’m just kidding, you drama queen. You’re really great too, I hope you know that,” you say the last part genuinely, hoping he understands just how much you appreciate having him in your life.

He returns to his previous spot beside you. “That’s good, because I really like you, and I can’t think of anyone better to start the new year with.”

The sincerity in his tone stirs up something within you, and all the fondness you have for Choi San bubbles to the surface.

— 23:59

Was he always this close?

“I really like you,” San repeats, his voice now a whisper, breath lightly fanning your face.

“Ten! Nine! Eight—”

“I really like you too, San.”

That’s all it takes for his eyes to form adorable crescents and for him to gently press his lips to yours.

— 00:00

You two part just as the TV announcer yells out a jovial “Happy New Year”, and you watch in fascination as the city centre lights up with fireworks.

San’s arm wraps around your shoulders as his head moves to lean against yours. “Happy New Year,” he mumbles, fluffy pink hair tickling the side of your forehead.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so widely while you wrap your arms around his torso, settling comfortably to his side.

“Happy New Year, San.”

You truly hope that 2021 will be the year that brings health, happiness and healing. Even if not, you feel invincible and ready to take down everything as long as San is by your side. And you know that no matter how shitty 2021 may be, he has you by his side to support him through all of it.

Just as how you have him.

(The next afternoon, as the two of you leave your apartment to check the mail and take out the trash, Mr and Mrs Kim, as you had predicted they would, come out of theirs to give you a good scolding for all the noise you made last night while playing video games. You can’t see San’s face behind his mask, but you can tell from the glint in his eyes that he is thoroughly amused. His hand slips into yours to pull you away, shouting “Happy New Year!” over his shoulders before your grouchy neighbours can stop you.”

a/n: if you like my work and you’re comfortable with doing so, it would be great if you could reblog it and/or give me some comments/feedback!! (i don’t bite agjsha!!) any kind is highly appreciated and i’m honestly so grateful that some of you like my work!! thank you so much for your support and i hope to do even better in the new year 💕 stay safe and take care!!

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.