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ATEEZ AS SONG FICS WITH YOU

This is for my 31 days with ATEEZ project where I write about ATEEZ for 31 days. I'm open to ideas. you can request but no smut though, sorry.

Sorry for any mistakes.

DAY 1: GROUP AS SONG FICS

deja vu, Olivia Rodrigo

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? ”

Everything that used to be you and him became him and her. Every bit of you was in everything that San did her. Your favorite song wasn’t your favorite song anymore. You played it for San a dozen times. He would sing off-key with you into your hair brush. But now San plays your favorite song for her, she knows every word and it was her favorite song now. She was just a reflection of what San used to do with you. San made her feel special, like he used to make you feel.

you belong with me, Taylor Swift

“I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be.”

You’re in Wooyoung’s bed, his fingers ghosting over your skin as you both stare into each other eyes. There were a lot of things being said without ever speaking a word. You liked this, being with him when the world was quiet. And you wish you could stay like this with him forever. He was your best friend and the guy you’ve been deeply in love with for the past two years. The only thing stopping you from telling Wooyoung your true feelings was his girlfriend. God, you hated her. She treated your friend like shit. You didn’t see what Wooyoung saw in her. Maybe it was because she was pretty, a perfect blonde with an ugly personality. You always made Wooyoung feel better after his girlfriend put him down. She didn’t even know his favorite song, his favorite food, and his favorite smell that he associated with his childhood. You knew all those things. Yeah, because you were his best friend, but remembering stuff about the person you love romantically was different.

manic, Conan gray

“People like you always want back what they can't have.”

Jongho was one of your craziest exes. Though he said you hated you. He still stalked you on your social media. When you blocked him from your phone, he would call from unknown numbers. This guy was crazy, telling his friends how you were the crazy one, but he’s literally the crazy one, driving by your house every night and sending you pictures. He needed you to be the bad guy In his story and Jongho did a good job painting you as this manic person who was obsessed with him when In reality it was the other way around. Jongho would show up at your school or workplace begging for you to talk with him. But each time you two tried to have a decent conversation, Jongho would cry and scream making a scene, that way, people around would look at you in shame. Dating you in the first was just for shit and giggles. You thought it was something magical between the two of you until you overheard him telling one of his friends that he wasn’t into you like that. A joke. That’s all you were. You didn’t want Jongho back and wished he would drop off the face of the earth. 

gypsy, Russ

“Baby I can slide through, I can help you find you.”

Trusting people wasn't something you did easily because you always ended up hurt in the end. So when it came to Hongjoong, you were hesitant about him at first. You didn't know what drew you to him if it was his smile or the way he treated you like the human you are with emotions and feelings. So he grew on you and you grew on him. Spending nights with him in the darkness when your mind was the loudest he always seem to quiet those thoughts that invaded your head like a bad infection. You didn't know who you were as a person. Everyone that you came across somehow became who you were. Their hurtful words were the structure of your soul. But Hongjoong showed you otherwise. He taught you about yourself. It took some time for you to see yourself through your eyes without seeing a stranger staring back at you. His kind words took root in your chest, blooming like lilacs

sorry, Halsey

“I run away when things are good.”

You could never understand the way Yeosang had loved you and how gently he would handle you, as though he was scared you would break. Every bit of Yeosang had become who you were and you wish you could rip him from your soul. For Yeosang, his worst nightmare was waking up in the middle of the night and finding the space beside him empty and cold. Unfortunately, you made his nightmare a reality. You didn't mean to break his heart, but you did. You were too scared to admit that somewhere in your damaged soul, that you were starting to feel something for someone. You needed to run because things with Yeosang were too real and too perfect to actually be genuine. Yeosang knew you were hurting. He could feel the rumble of the raging storm within you and see the lightning flash behind your pretty eyes. Yeosang wanted to love the broken version of you, to show her that love wasn't scary and that it was okay to fall into someone else who would be there to catch you.

warning tag: obsession. electric love, Borns

“all I need is to be struck by your electric love.”

There was something about you that Mingi was infatuated with. He knew the moment he saw you there was something about you he couldn't just let go. You were like a lightning bolt that struck his heart. You were his new pretty little obsession. He created this fantasy in his head where you were in love with him. You're sweet and sour and Mingi loved the attitude you would give him when you told him you weren't interested in him, but he only took that as you playing hard to get. Mingi wanted you and once he had you, he wasn't going to let you go no matter how much you beg.

frozen, Sabrina Claudio

“The flowers will be blooming the leaves will be turning and snow will be falling while we're making love.”

If time could be frozen, you wish it would freeze at the moment you shared with Seonghwa. His hand was in yours while he made love to you. The way he made love to you, you could feel every bit of his emotions pouring into you. He would whisper in your ear in a low voice letting you know how much he loved you. Seonghwa took his time with you savoring you. He was going to make love to you till he heard the birds chirping and morning light poured over sweaty, tired bodies. Making love to you was something Seonghwa took pride in. Seonghwa thought you were the sexiest, with your head dipped back, calling out his name. He always made love to you slowly, teasing you. Seonghwa loved seeing how crazy it made you and what a mess you become beneath him. He would capture your lips with his in a long, drawn-out kiss.

cloud 9

“when he loves me I feel like I'm floating When he calls me pretty I feel like somebody.”

Oh, the way Yunho loves you felt like the start of summer. Yunho thinks you're the prettiest when you're dressed down. He made you feel like you were in a fairy tale with a happily ever after. Yunho liked the way you were, even when nobody else did. You hated to think about it, but if there came a time you and Yunho were longer together, you would always be your favorite person. He has loved you in ways that made your past relationships not even count. Yunho taught you how easy love is, especially his, and you never wanted to lose him or it. Being around Yunho was like having a contact high. You liked how he made you feel and liked the way he says your name while his fingers grazed over your skin. He's a pretty boy with pretty words only made for you.

A/N: like I said at the top you can request or give ideas for 31 days with ATEEZ.

Sunscreen | Mingi x Blk Fem Reader

a/n: wrote this for myself cause I'm a little sad and in my feelings. I discovered this lovely song on Spotify called sunscreen and fell in love with it. lyrics are worked into the fic. sorry for any mistakes.

With every break-up, it always seemed like it was your fault. Your recent breakup had been no different from the rest. You felt numb when it suddenly ended. You thought of every single thing that could make your ex look like a bad person in your eyes, but he wasn't a bad person at all.

But you needed him to be.

When people ask you why it ended, you'd shrug, saying, "I don't know." because you really didn't know.

One minute he was here talking about marriage and how he would cry when you walked down the aisle. And the next he's storming through your apartment collecting his things, shoving them into his duffle bag, saying how he couldn't do this anymore. All you could do was cry and beg him not to go. He still left.

Now it's 2 am. You're in your bathroom listening to Erykah Badu while drinking warm red wine from a paper cup. You stare at your hair clippers, turning them on and then cutting your hair. It was freeing in a way you always did this after every breakup. Making you feel less light, but that numbness will still linger for about two more weeks, maybe even months.

So you move through your life without ever really thinking of your ex until something suddenly reminds you of him all over again. Like how when you hear his favorite song that you two would sing while drunk late into the night or when you run into some of his friends and you try your hardest not to ask them how he is doing.

These days were always a little harder.

After when you thought it was okay to actually move on, you get dressed up. Put on your favorite red lipstick and your favorite perfume.

The singles mixer was at a karaoke bar. You signed your name getting a sticker that read: ‘Hello, I'm Y/n’.

You smooth the sticker on to your black Chanel blouse while you order a drink. There were some people already up on stage singing some Taylor Swift song that you heard one time at the grocery store. Cruel summer.

Once you had your drink, you sit back watching everyone as they talk. Remember, you came here to have fun, and meet someone new.

From across the room, you see a guy walk in. He's awkwardly smiling, greeting anyone who walks by him. He slaps on his sticker and you squint your eyes in the dimly lit karaoke room to see his name tag. But all you could make out was ‘Min’

He slid down beside you. You pretend not to notice him. He leans towards you spooking you.

“Y/n's a cute name.” He says with a smile.

With the brim of your glass to your lips, you mutter, “Thank you.”

You glanced at his name sticker. ‘Hello, I'm Mingi.’

The host of the mixer came around encouraging those who were just sitting to get up and have fun. Mingi holds a mic for you. You stare at it before shaking your head.

“I can't really sing.” You say.

“Karaoke is not about how good you can sing. It's about having fun. Sing with me, please?”

So you take the mic. Go up on stage with Mingi. The song Mingi picked was The Black Eyed Peas My Humps. Mingi sings and dances on stage. Everyone was cheering him on. He grabs your hand getting you to dance a little. You're hesitant to sing at first but you sing having fun, but when Mingi twerks, you burst into laughter midway through the song.

You just met the guy and you couldn't help but imagine yourself with him. And it felt nice.

I want someone to remind me to wear sunscreen. And take my vitamins when it slips my mind.

You could imagine Mingi peeking his head out of your bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth as he reminds you to not forget to put on sunscreen and to take your vitamins as you're rushing about the kitchen trying to grab your tea mug, keys, and bag so you could head the door.

I want someone who knows how I like my coffee and wants to share a bed from morning to night.

Then you couldn't help but imagine him in your kitchen early in the morning, with messy brown hair and shirtless. He would know how you liked your coffee in the mornings. It would take him a week to get it right and when he does, it's worth seeing your smile and telling him he tastes like heaven. Then Saturdays would be your favorite again. Mingi would want to sleep in with you on his days off. And on the days he comes to your place late after work, sharing your bed at night with you would become his favorite thing.

“I would like to get to know you more,” Mingi says as the two of you walk off the stage. At first, you didn't know what to say, too scared that if Mingi eventually knew the real you, he'll be gone too.

But I'm stubborn. Selfish. Easily Jealous at times.

It's hard being you. Now you start to see why things never worked out with anyone else. You were just being yourself. What's a relationship when you couldn't be your true self? So what if you're stubborn? You've been that way since you were five. Selfish. Because you're the eldest daughter who had to be a parent to your younger siblings when your mother didn't feel like being a mother. Being easily Jealous comes from the time in 11th grade when your ex-best friend was far prettier than you, and got all the boys. These things made you into who you were.

I'm hard to love and I just want someone to try.

Of course, you weren't the easiest person on earth to love. But you think that came from your father. You tried your best to make your love easy, to make it comfortable for others to want to lean into. It was the opposite, though. At the end of the day, all you wanted was someone who would try. That's all you ask for.

You let Mingi in a little that night at the mixer. What could it hurt? The worst that could happen is you're crying into your pillow a couple months from now because he breaks up with you.

Ending up in your bed naked by the end of the night with Mingi wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. You'll regret it in the morning when he sneaks out while you're still asleep. So right now, while he's sleeping, you stare at him, counting how many breaths he takes.

By morning, you're a little groggy. You didn't expect to be pulled into Mingi's naked body. He's still here.

I want someone who knows that I'm not made for mornings and doesn't scold me for smoking when I drink.

Mingi doesn't try to pull you out of bed with the talk of breakfast and getting your day started early. Mornings weren't meant for you. And he somehow knew that. By the afternoon, Mingi is still at your place. He's wearing a pair of your sweat pants that go above his ankles. You make lunch for the two of you. Sometimes you like having a smoke during this time of day with a drink. Mingi isn't bothered by it. He doesn't try to scold you telling you how bad for your health it is. He doesn't know you to tell you what's good or bad for you. You liked that, though.

I want someone who can ground me when I'm too high. Light up the dark side of my head.

There were days when you floated on the surface of your mind, not really here, you functioned like you were on autopilot most days. It's been two weeks now. You knew Mingi's last name and all his favorite things. He spends nights at your place on the weekends. He noticed you weren't being yourself, he'd stroke your back, speaking to you softly. Sometimes being in your head all the time makes you depressed. Because you would find your ex still lingering there. Mingi sits and listens to you talk about your ex.

"I want to hate him, Mingi. But my heart won't let me."

Mingi kissed the top of your head. He understood what you were going through he's been here before too.

"Sometimes it takes a while for our hearts to want to let go. It's normal. You just haven't had the time to grieve for the loss of your relationship with your person."

He knew it was going to take you some time to heal and he was willing to wait to for you.

I want someone to share my coffee and sunscreen. My mornings, my stories and my bed.

Two weeks with Mingi turned into two months. He moved into your apartment. His toothbrush had a permanent spot next to yours. You had someone to share coffee with in the evenings. Sharing your sunscreen with Mingi became a daily thing.

You told Mingi all your stories from like the time you were ten and your pet cat Frankie brought you a dead mice, and how you when turned thirteen and your mom forget your birthday and tried to make it up to you by giving you a hostess chocolate cupcake she got from the gas station.

And lazy Sundays cuddled up with Mingi felt nicer than anything in the world. You liked having someone to share your bed with again. Mingi got comfortable with you in a sense he knew you better than your ex had.

Mingi tried with you.

That's all you ever wanted from someone was to try.