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THE U IN US - ATEEZ SERIES - CHAPTER THREE

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of loneliness and insecurities; mentions of hybrid mistreatment and abuse

WC: 3,4k

N/A: It's finally here and a thousand words longer than the previous chapter! Please reblog my work and let me know if you want to he tagged in the next chapter <3

TWO MASTERLIST FOUR

You were always an early riser. The sun was breaking its first lights on the horizon as you got ready for the day, but there wasn’t a single bone of excitement in you.

Your room reflected the mask you were trying hard to wear early in the morning, spotless and perfectly organized, that was until anyone noticed how messy your bed still was.

You feel asleep early for any college major, but somehow slept a total of 4 hours only. None of them knocked on your door, and you didn’t hear a single peep or saw any lights on from your own slightly open door. They were capable of managing themselves well, you knew that, so you closed the door and were left to your own thoughts for the rest of the night.

Your brain wouldn’t stop running to all the things you needed to do while waiting for a more appropriate hour of the day to actually do them. It was a suffocating feeling, and you hated to feel so impotent. So you cleaned everything you came across at 12 A.M. trying to be as quiet as possible, too restless and tired of all the toss and turn you did already.

You walked out of your room, and it was almost like every single worry you had all night was just in your head. The cop, the plan, your father, they’re now living with you, the shopping you need to do, the paperwork you have to get, their legal documents you have to find wasn’t splashed on the beige walls and the cold porcelain of the floor, so maybe you could just ignore it before your coffee.

“Good morning”, Seonghwa said as you reached the 3/4 of the stairs, now sure that you could see him on the couch and he wouldn’t scare you. Still, he did notice how you grabbed harder on the handrail and had a hard time trying not to smile, but his ears twitching could give him away. “I’m sorry”.

“It’s ok”, you chuckled. “Have you been up for a while?”, you asked as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“No”, he looked over to the windows, the sunrise clear on the horizon. “I did not even notice how early it was until I came up here”.

It was partly true, there were no windows on the basement area, instead a huge glass door that lead to the pool on the other end of the corridor. He did not see the sun rising and did not take notice of the time, he just did not sleep at all.

“Want some coffee?”, you said as you went around the living room to the kitchen.

“Sure, thank you”, he said but made no moves to follow you.

Seonghwa was enjoying the quiet to put his thoughts in order, something he couldn’t do lately. The last week took a toll on the whole pack to the point their scents changed a little due to stress. Nothing was planned and neither him nor Hongjoong wanted to put their trust and safety solely on your words.

Your presence on itself was something, he couldn’t decide how he felt about it yet. It was annoying how submissive and fake most of them got in your presence, including Jongho, which was a shocking sight back on campus. It was in Seonghwa’s nature to be attentive and caring towards others, he was aware of it, but he only offers that to his pack and pack only. There were no humans left that are worthy of that, Jongho himself said to him once. Yeah, he saw you before. All of them ended up on the hybrid protection department at least twice until now. You were just a human child bored out of your mind. What’s so special about it?

“Here it is”, you left the mug on top of the coffee table, eye smiled at him and then left.

Seonghwa was paralyzed on his spot. He did not hear your steps nor your closeness to him. Now the only thing he could hear was his own-scared heart.

There was a dark cloud on top of Seonghwa’s head, so you give him his coffee quick and left him alone on the couch.

Now, you had the least a whole hour until you had to leave to take the subway. It was enough time to make a small breakfast for yourself and revise your notes for today, but not to make a decent meal for 9 freaking people.

You went to grab your coat near the entrance, even though in less than an hour it would be boiling hot outside.

“Can you tell the other boys I’m grabbing food for us?”, you raised your voice as you looked over Seonghwa, at least 10 feet away, still on the same spot as you left him starting at the wall.

He winced because of your loud tone, and you signed, now aware of your mistake.

“It won’t take long, sorry”, you just left, it felt like the best thing to do.

Perfect, you said to yourself.

Perfect, Seonghwa said to himself.

He knew some of the others could mess up this new arrangement out of guilt for searching around your father’s office, but he couldn’t let it happen.

Yunho was the first to walk downstairs, the both of them needed to have a little chat.

You could only hear the click and clack of the cutlery hitting the porcelain plates. For a table with 9 people, it was quieter than when you eat on your own.

The house was always just that, a house, a balance between a safe place for you to rest in and someone else’s property that you had no control over, but never you felt so uncomfortable in it.

The night before you noticed how proper Yunho and Jongho were, but now, looking at all of them, it seemed forced. It was, because it was. Of course, they were trained to be.

“You are really serious about food, aren’t you?”, you couldn’t take the silence anymore.

Most of them nodded, a small chuckle giving a little bit of life to the table. It was true, call hybrid instincts or whatever, but they meant business when it came to food, but they knew very well there was more than that to the atmosphere in the room, and it was best for you to stay unaware of it.

“It’s just that good”, Mingi said suddenly, as he took another bite of the fresh croissant. “Melting on my mouth”, he mumbled more to himself than anything, still a little shocked at how good it was.

Your neighbors glaring at you as you left with four filled bags out of the small bakery three blocks away was worth it.

“You should have it as a sandwich later”, you said, more than happy to have an actual conversation.

Mingi wanted to hear all about your best recommendations, while San, Yunho and Hongjoong had a staring contest.

Wooyoung, San and Yeosang, a trio you never imagined would work well together, but somehow it did.

On the way to university, you found out, actually, the three of them were dance majors, not just Wooyoung. To your surprise, Yeosang did most of the talking for them this time.

In all honesty, Yeosang just wanted to hide in a hole and disappear. Never in his life he thought he’d want Wooyoung to talk more or that he would wait for a miracle, but at that moment, he caught himself doing both.

Every single loud noise made him jump out of his skin, from the sound of the rails to the loud people talking on the phone. It was all too much all at once. Your attention on him and him only was new, his face was all red, and he couldn’t look into your eyes. His hands hugged his bag against his own chest, but the weight wasn’t enough. If it wasn’t for two hands on his thighs, a clear sign of protection and sureness, he wouldn’t be talking at all.

Bless your heart, you gave every bit of encouragement and reaction to every thing he said, but it was not helping.

“S-so, we were trai-”, Yeosang already small voice was interrupted by the announcement of the next station. The doors closed, and you held tighter onto the pole as it started to move again.

“Training for what?”, you asked as you did your best to maintain the space between you and San’s body.

“There is a performance at the end of the year”, Wooyoung said it, faster than Yeosang could think.

“That’s so cool, so there’s a date already?”

She thinks, am I cool? It was unconscious how all of them perked up at the compliment. Wooyoung tail seemed like it had a mind of his own, swaying left to right. Yeosang turned even more red in the face, his fluffy gray ear covering the sides of his face as he recoiled between the two bodies on each side of him. San cleaned his throat as he looked the other way, he was not comfortable with how much he enjoyed it hearing such a small compliment from you.

Yeosang was a few beats late when he noticed you were still waiting for an answer.

“Oh, hum, no, I d-do not think so, right?”, he looked over to the other boys, who agreed.

“We’ll let you know so you can come see us”, Wooyoung said as he rubbed Yeosang’s back slowly.

“I’d love that, thank you, but are you sure it’s okay for me to come?”, you asked him, then glanced at San, who was already looking at you.

“We want you to come”, San said.

He said a ‘we’, when you were looking for an ‘I’.

It was a painful and awkward silent the rest of the way, until the three of you could breathe again.

“It’s not here”, Seonghwa said a second time since coming back to your father’s office.

He was already tired due to a sleepless night, now he had to spend all his energy to look for papers that weren’t even there.

“Then look again, it has to be here somewhere”, Hongjoong was loosing all his patience as he analyzed every single paper they found left on his desk.

Seonghwa took a deep breath. Hongjoong was being unreasonable, all of them already knew that, including Hongjoong himself.

“You know there’s no reason for why he would leave that behind, and it’s clear he hasn’t been here in a good while, so why are we doing this again?”, Seonghwa put the old box down on the table, all of it was useless anyway.

“This might be the only lead we get, do you just want to give up on him?”, the last two words barely a whisper as Hongjoong took a step closer to Seonghwa, the papers left scarred inside the drawer.

Both of them did not want Yunho, Mingi or Jongho to hear what was going on up there.

Standing so close to each other like this, eye to eye, they could almost touch the emotions swirling in the room. It was frustrating to Hongjoong. They had a goal and a chance, so why would they fail Yunho now? His anger, resentment and fear towards himself more than anything filled the room and suffocated both of them. Seonghwa looked nothing but empathetic and warm and welcoming to Hongjoong’s fears and worries, even when he could only feel the opposite, Hongjoong’s presence almost physically pushing him out.

It took Hongjoong only a moment to give up, which furthered Seonghwa’s worries.

“We’re going to figure it out”, Seonghwa whispered as he kneeled by Hongjoong’s side. He collapsed on the office floor, now holding onto himself. “We always do, don’t we?”

Hongjoong’s eyes seemed unfocused looking down to something on the ground, Seonghwa’s words barely registered in his mind.

When Seonghwa touched his shoulder, Hongjoong looked up to him.

“We always do, don’t we?”

“We do”, he sighed.

Seonghwa wished to say much more at that moment, but Hongjoong in that state would not hear it.

So he only did what he should do, offered a helping hand for Hongjoong to stand once more.

By the end of the day, you did all you could to not go back.

You called Jongho to tell him to get the food delivery when it was close enough to the house. He was surprised, jacket already on hand to buy lunch himself, but it was too late for a polite decline.

The bell rang and you hung up.

You did not come to eat with them, even though you had over two free hours in between classes, but they did not know that and even if they did, would they really call you out on it? It was more comfortable for them that way, so they could be free to behave like they wished to.

You stayed to study on the library after class, which you never did, you rather the comfort and quiet of your room for that, and it was barely 4 p.m.

The list was your salvation to skip dinner. This time, Jongho had time to thank you for the meal in the name of them all.

“It’s not a bother, don’t worry”, you said as you walked out of the second store, bags in hand and the phone tight between your shoulders and cheeks.

“We can cook for ourselves, you know. Don’t you trust us?”, he had that pouting voice through every word, and it took a small smile out of you.

“Of course I do, but you’re my guests and there’s a clear rule, guest don’t do any work around the house, so get used to it”, those words hit him like bricks when you thought it was a string on fresh water.

It was silent on the other side of the line, and you thought the call ended.

“Are you alright?”, his question caught you so off guard, you stopped walking in the middle of the busy street and a woman bumped into you with full force.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”, you smiled to her, but the woman didn’t look back to see your apologetic self.

Your voice was sincere, so Jongho allowed himself to stay calm.

She does not know, she’s not mad at you, he kept repeating to his stupid mind. Of course, you did not know and were not avoiding them on purpose because of it, but he felt his heart heavy still.

“We were just worried, you didn’t say anything so… but you’re safe then?”

“I’m coming soon, alright? Don’t worry about me, I’m just shopping for some stuff I need”, you walked faster, now feeling guilty to left them without a proper warning.

The moment Jongho hung up, the other 7 were waiting for an update. The winter night and the neighborhood made it seem later than it was. It was only 6:28 p.m., but there wasn’t a single soul outside and barely any noticeable noise.

“She’s coming soon”.

Mingi plopped on the couch, relieved. He barely talked to you, yet your presence and actions warmed him, and maybe he was getting too comfortable too fast, but just the thought of you leaving them now made him want to sob.

Yunho sat beside him and Mingi’s gray ears turned to him instinctively, but he had nothing to say. He knew Mingi well enough to know this meant something else to him, it was the possibility of another person abandoning him, and he was ashamed as it was of it. So Yunho did not point it out how that mentality wasn’t good for him at that moment, just offered his arm, that Mingi was elated to accept and cuddle with.

“Do not forget what we talked about today, can you do that Mingi?”, Seonghwa’s toned softened as he talked to him, a bit different from the actual conversation they all had.

Mingi only nodded.

It was a reminder for Yunho and Yeosang as well, no matter how they felt about the topic, they’d do their best to keep the roof on top of their heads.

Before you could grab the keys in your purse, the door suddenly opened.

You watched with your heart on your feet as a yearning Wooyoung took all four bags out of your hands and disappeared inside, too stunned to say anything.

“Uhm, Wooyoung, were you waiting for me?”, you asked as you stepped inside and closed shut the door behind you.

He hummed instead of answering you.

Beside him, there was no one in the living room, and the lack of noises was enough for you to assume they wanted to keep to themselves.

He carefully laid down your bags on the couch, then stood there with a small smile on his face.

“Is there anything else I can do to help you?”, he stood there shy and small in front of you.

The contrast of his behavior from yesterday evening to this gave you whiplash. Is this Wooyoung, or that was Wooyoung? Then, you knew he was trying his best to charm you, and he did. So was he not like that usually, or will he not be like that to you?

They carried huge baggage with them, and maybe you’ll never get to figure out even a small percentage of it, that was clear to you. Still, it is hard to be the one that had to pretend and ignore the elephant in the room.

“Yes, there is actually, but can we talk for a bit first?”

Wooyoung’s tail stopped its course in the air and his smile faltered, he nodded.

Both of you sat slightly turned to each other, but Wooyoung could not hold your stare, so he looked at the painting on the wall instead.

He thought his minds was playing tricks on him, but you seemed much nervous than he was. Your body was screaming to get out of there and run just like his. What could they’ve done for you to be so tense? Surely, you were not scared of him if you weren’t even scared of Hongjoong or San.

You took a deep breath. Your own mind exhausted you the whole evening and night because of this very moment, you were tired of overthinking every single thing they did.

“I just want to make it clear, so we can stop walking on eggshells around each other”, your voice was barely a whisper, still Wooyoung flinched at the reminder of his own confusing behavior towards you, just like the others he’s been hot and cold to you for no reason, when you’ve been nothing but nice to him. “I want you and the others to be here, and you do not have to do anything because you feel like you have to please me in return, can you understand that?”

He nodded.

“I am also not mad at you by any means because of yesterday”.

That made him look at you, because you deserved at least that level of respect, even though your face was a bit blurry through his tears. He knew your kindness was undeserving, and he would do anything to compensate for it, no matter what you say.

You wished to hug him, and maybe he read your mind, because a second later, Wooyoung launched himself into your arms.

It was a silent cry at first, you were stunned in place, surprise by the trust and vulnerability he was showing to you, then you heard his sobs and the sound broke your heart, you never heard before and never wanted to hear again.

You held him tight through the soft tears, loud cries and slurred words he muttered under his breath on your shoulder. Even when your arms stared to hurt, he did not let it go, so neither did you.

It was comfortable to be near you like this, for the first time Wooyoung understood why San liked you so much, and that did not leave a bitter taste in his mouth this time. You were warm and kind and really soft, almost better than his favorite blanket.

“Wooyoung”, you broke your little bubble, and he hummed into your neck. “Can you call the others for me, please? I bought some clothes for you all to try on”.

He was perfectly comfortable in that position, leaning into your side and the last thing on his mind was to move away, but the moment he looked at your soft eyes and pretty smile, he got up.

He should not be understanding San in this way.

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ATEEZ when you have a nightmare:

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa furrows his eyebrows when you shift in his arms again, burying your face in his neck and letting out a shaky exhale, your small arms tightening around his torso slightly. You've been rolling from side to side for the past half hour, and your observant boyfriend couldn't help but open his eyes when you let out a quiet whimper, his soft brown eyes scanning you with worry despite the sleepiness swirling in his irises. "Baby?", he shakes your shoulder gently, his voice soft and soothing as he watches the small pout decorating your pink lips, your eyes screwed shut tightly. "Seonghwa", you whisper, still asleep, and said man becomes more alert, eyes widening at the sound of your soft plea, pulling you even closer by your waist and holding you close, petting your dark hair as you cling to him, burying your fingernails in his shoulders, but he doesn't seem to mind, singing lullabies into your ear and rubbing your back until your nightmare passes and your breathing steadies. 

"This is how I feel about you twilight~"

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong wakes up to the sound of your soft crying, every trace of sleep disappearing from his eyes when he sees you laying on your back, warm tears sliding down the soft skin of your cheeks, your eyes shut and pitiful sobs escaping your full lips. He sits up immediately, his large hands reaching for your face, wiping the salty tears from your face with his calloused thumbs, before brushing your bangs away from your forehead. "Wake up, sweetheart. You're having a bad dream." Hongjoong keeps calling you, leaving sweet kisses on your forehead and eyelids until you open your eyes slowly, your boyfriend's heart breaking slightly at the sight of your glassy gaze, your eyelashes clumped and wet. You don't say anything, instead leaping at Hongjoong and wrapping your arms around his waist, and he sighs in relief, not bothering to ask you about the contents of your dream, afraid it'll only make you feel worse, instead talking to you mindlessly, telling you stories and tales until you fall asleep in his warm embrace.

"I'm right here, baby. I got you."

Yunho:

Yunho groans when he feels something pushing him, trying his best to fall back to sleep and ignore the consistent pushing at his shoulder. "Yunho", the soft whisper makes your boyfriend furrow his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what you're doing awake at this hour, and another push at his broad chest makes Yunho blink blearily, his eyes slowly coming to focus on your face. It takes a few seconds for your lover to fully recognize you, but after he sees your wide, panic-filled eyes, your wobbly bottom lip and the tears staining your cheeks, he seems to sober up in seconds, sitting up quickly and cupping your face in his warm hands."Y/N , what happened?", he asks gently, looking at you with a worried expression, and you look down, feeling embarrassed at your childish behaviour. "I had a nightmare", you answer, playing with your fingers nervously, still not able to fully stop the frantic racing of your heart, and Yunho raises your chin gently, forcing you to look him in the eye, his face filled with guilt. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry I didn't wake up sooner", he apologizes, anger and frustration at himself tinging his voice, and he hugs you to him, whispering more apologizes and stroking your hair until you fall back asleep.

"I should've been there for you, but you're safe now, don't worry."

Yeosang:

Yeosang's eyes snap open at the sound of a distressed scream beside him, and he sits up quickly, turning to look at your hunched up figure, your knees pulled close to your chest and your eyes wide and teary, glistening in the dim light coming from the hallway. Putting two and two together, your boyfriend understands you had another nightmare, and pulls you closer to him, placing your shaking figure on his lap. "Hey, Y/N. Look at me.", he commands with a silky voice, raising your chin up to meet his soft brown eyes. His heart breaks a little when he sees your pained expression, but he stays calm, hugging you close to him and reminding you that you were fine, that nightmares aren't reality and it's just your mind playing tricks on you. He listens to your fast breathing steady slowly as he continues talking, a small smile spreading on his face when you let out a little snore, and he places you back on the bed, watching you for a few more minutes to make sure you won't wake up again, before lying next to you and closing his eyes as well, his hand wrapped around your slim waist protectively.

"Dreams aren't real, baby. But I am, and I'll protect you from anything."

San:

San twitches slightly when he feels the mattress shift underneath him, his hand unconsciously searching for the usual warmth beside him, only to be met with an empty pillow and a rumpled blanket. Opening his eyes, your boyfriend lifts his head tiredly, immediately noticing your petite figure sitting on the edge of the bed, your legs crossed and head buried beneath your hands as you let out shaky breaths, your hair streaming down your back in messy waves, hiding your profile. "Hey, hey", San whispers, now wide-awake, and you jerk your head to look at him, your haunted expression making your boyfriend's eyes soften significantly as he crawls to you quickly, his hands reaching out to you. "Another bad dream?", he asks in his soothing voice, pulling you into a hug and petting your hair gently as you nod into his chest, letting your boyfriend's loving behaviour calm you down slowly. San already knows exactly what to do in these situations, getting up to give you a cup of water he always made sure was available on the drawer beside your bed, acting funny to make you smile so the dreams don't invade your mind, and in the end, after you finish the glass of water while San continues to pet your hair with supportive comments, he pulls you down into your regular cuddling position, with him spooning you from behind, pressing kisses to your shoulders and neck until your eyes close and you enter dreamland, the memory of San's soft smile and sparkly eyes etched in your mind.

"I'll beat all the monsters, princess, don't worry. They don't know I have a black belt in taekwondo."

Mingi:

Mingi enters his room slowly, taking off the sweaty t-shirt clinging to his skin tightly and running a hand through his damp hair as an exhausted sigh leaves his mouth. He'd been practicing Ateez's newest choreography all night, and the only thing he wants to do right now is dive into his comfortable mattress, pull you into his arms and sleep till the morning. After taking the quickest shower in his life, your boyfriend finally walks towards your king-sized bed, excitement thrumming through his veins as he watches your curled up figure, your small hands hugging one of the white pillows to your chest, like you always do when you miss him. But the sound of a broken sob stops him in place, his expression confused as he stares at you writhing on the bed, as if fighting off some invisible monster. Panic fills Mingo's chest as your cries become louder, and he speed-walks towards you, sitting by your side and rubbing your arms helplessly, trying to get you to calm down. "Y/N?", he calls your name as he continues to shake you gently, wiping the tears streaming down your face. "Y/N…" A surprised yelp leaves your lover's mouth when you spring to an upright position, your own scared scream leaving your mouth. Mingi freezes for a moment, letting his racing heart calm down as you slowly come back to reality, turning to look at your shook boyfriend. Not knowing what else to do, Mingi pulls you into a gentle hug, your head placed right over his heart, still beating quickly so you can hear the sound in your ear. "Sorry", you whisper after you calm down slightly, placing a soft kiss on Mingo's right shoulder, and he hums, tightening your hug and pulling the two of you down, and you fall asleep like that, limbs tangled and hands intertwined.

"Y/N, please wake up, you're having a bad dream."

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung yawns, rolling to his side and burying his face in his soft, white pillow as he tries to block out the noises coming from beside him. 'Wait. Noises?', the thought that it's the middle of the night surfaces your boyfriend's bleary mind, and his eyes flutter open, turning his head slightly to look at your sleeping face. But it's not your usually peaceful face, instead, your eyes are shut tightly, creases covering your forehead and your eyebrows furrowed. Wooyoung stares at you for a few more seconds, wondering if he imagined the noises, before another gasp escapes your mouth, and Wooyoung gets up completely, not hesitating to shake you awake. "Y/N, angel, wake up.", he says firmly, watching with worried eyes as you cling to his embracing arms, fighting off your night terrors. Wooyoung keeps holding you, whispering into your ear that everything is going to be okay until your eyes open, revealing dilated pupils and tear-flooded eyes. Wooyoung sighs in relief, pulling you even closer and letting you sob into his chest until you calm down, raising your head to look at him. "Do you want to talk about it?", he asks, rubbing your nape soothingly, his warm eyes making your body go slack in his hold. You probably seem terrified, the idea of replaying the horrible nightmare making your eyes widen slightly, because Wooyoung kisses you lovingly, pressing his lips to yours until you close your eyes, melting once again in his hold. "Babe, you don't have to tell me, but the best way to deal with problems is sharing them with someone else", he mumbles, stroking your long hair away from your forehead. Maybe it's the care in Wooyoung's eyes, or the fact that you were so desperate to get rid of the stupid thoughts in your head, but you let out a shaky breath and tell your boyfriend everything, stopping every few minutes when your throat clogs up, Wooyoung squeezing your hand gently to bring your back to reality. When you finally finish talking, it's like a heavy weight falls from your shoulders, and something like peace fills you, another yawn escaping your full lips. "Go to sleep, baby", Wooyoung mumbles against your temple, and your eyes close before you can even respond, falling into a dreamless sleep.

"The nightmares will only haunt you if you let them, love."

Jongho:

Jongho's eyes open slowly when he feels a sweaty hand pull at his t-shirt, fisting the thin material tightly. The room is completely dark, so Jongho spends a few seconds staring at the ceiling and letting his eyes get used to the lack of light, before turning to look at you, taking in the sight of your damp skin and fluttering eyelids, like you were trying to wake up. Your boyfriend immediately understands what's happening, having dealt with your nightmares many times before, and gets up from the bed to take off all the blankets covering your petite body and making you sweat even more, tying your messy hair back, making sure not to jostle you too much as he does. When he's done, he goes back to bed to sit next to you, rubbing your back and sides while he sings to you softly, knowing his voice soothes you more than anything else, and watches with a soft smile and loving eyes as you slowly calm down, your quick breathing slowing down and your grip on the white mattress loosening as time passes by. When he's sure you fell back asleep, your boyfriend lets the tiredness consume him once again, lying back on the mattress with a stifled yawn, and pulls you closer to lie on his strong chest, your hands wrapping around his torso on instinct. He smiles sleepily at your clinginess and presses one last kiss to your hair before finally closing his eyes and letting himself fall into a deep sleep. 

"I'll protect you, Y/N. You have nothing to be afraid of."

Ateez when you sit on their lap:

Seonghwa:

I don't think that Seonghwa will do much, to be honest. He won't look too surprised either, but he'll be a little taken aback by your sudden burst of confidence, his heart beating quicker when you plop on top of him. His cheeks will turn a rosy pink and he'll wind his hands around your slim waist automatically, placing his chin on your shoulder as he nuzzles his face in your hair to hide his blush. He won't do much more than that though, feeling like he has to show maturity in front of the younger members as the oldest of the group.

Hongjoong:

He can't help but clear his throat awkwardly when you crawl into his lap during movie night with the rest of the guys. His hands automatically fly to your hands, holding them gently as he leaves a soft kiss on your exposed shoulder. "Baby, you should sit here instead of me.", he gives up his space willingly for you, but if you'll send him those infamous puppy eyes of yours he'll cave in immediately, settling back into the sofa with you in his strong arms. He loves the affection, even if it makes him self-conscious when he's next to the members.

Yunho:

"Y/N, what are you doing?", your boyfriend chuckles when you clamber into his lap, straddling him with your legs on either side of him and burying your cold nose in the crook of his neck, causing him to pull away automatically at the uncomfortable feeling. This cutie will become undeniably flustered when you shamelessly jump on to his lap, but he still lets you stick your arms into his fluffy coat, hugging you to him when you shiver cutely and trying to warm you up.

Yeosang:

Yeosang doesn't really strike me as the type to like PDA, so when you walk over to him during game night with the rest of the members, sitting on his lap wordlessly, he's slightly uncomfortable. But because he loves you and doesn't want to hurt your feelings, he'll let you sit on him, winding an arm around your waist nonchalantly as well, mostly to keep you from moving too much. If you'll block his eyesight too much though, or shift too much on top of him, he'll ask you to stop gently. "If you're going to use me as your personal couch, at least pretend I'm a comfortable one."

San:

This cutie will smile so sweetly when you come over to him with a pout, wordlessly climbing into his lap and letting his hands fall to your waist, stroking the soft skin above your hip-bones. San doesn't really mind PDA, as long as you aren't sucking each other's faces off, so he'll let you stay on him for as long as you like, occasionally tickling you or pinching you lightly just to see you squirm and try to get off of him, only for him to pull you back down, that irresistible grin on his face, his pretty dimples popping out. "I'm kidding baby, don't go~"

Mingi:

This giant baby uwu. He'd be so shy and giggly when you walk over to him, sitting on the empty spot beside him before changing your mind and swinging your legs over him, resting your head on his shoulder. He'll freeze for a second, his hands clenching and unclenching before he breaks into a wide smile, burying his face in your nape to hide his own excitement for you and from the smirking members. He'll play with your hair and stroke your thigh absentmindedly, occasionally smiling to himself because of how stupidly happy you make him.

Wooyoung:

If you're not sitting in his lap, he's probably sitting in yours lol. He'll sigh happily when your warm body leans on him, wrapping his hands around your stomach and squeezing tightly, his cheek pressing to your back as he enjoys the feeling of your body falling up and down with every breath you take. He ignores the amused looks of the members, pressing small kisses to your cheek and shoulders every few minutes. He'll probably become sleepy as well the longer you stay on top of him, ignoring the conversation going on and closing his eyes as he enjoys the affection.

Jongho:

I feel like he'll probably pretend that it annoys him when you walk over to him with a pout after one of the members teased you, trying to slide into his lap. He'll tease you at the start, moving aside and not letting you land on him, but when you shoot him a dirty look, ready to walk away, he'll grab your arm with his strong one, making you fall on top of him as he laughs, leaving a kiss on your forehead as an apology. He won't do much more than that in terms of affectionate gestures though, feeling like he needs to be respectful next to his older hyungs, so he'll settle for holding your hand, occasionally running his thumbs over your knuckles absentmindedly.

ATEEZ when you're on your period:

Seonghwa:

Honestly, this is Seonghwa's time to shine. I see him as such a caring, attentive boyfriend. The kind that'll track your periods and will probably know that they're coming before you do lol, so don't be surprised when everything you need is already at your apartment a week before, from tampons, to chocolates, to heating pads. Not only that, but this cutie will also be super patient and understanding, giving you all the space you need when you're moody, and of course happily giving you as much cuddles as you need when you feel emotional or just in need of some affection. But don't get him wrong, he will not let you get away with skipping breakfast or talking bad about yourself. Basically, you've got nothing to worry about when it comes to your menstrual cycle, Seonghwa already planned everything to the smallest detail.

"Here's you favorite chocolate bar, babe, and also your favorite stuffed animal. And I made you a warm bath, I know you always get cramps during the first day."

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong is definitely the type of guy to be sort of clueless the first time he sees you in your apartment, wrapped in twenty blankets and surrounded by chocolate wrappers. But after you timidly ask him if he can go buy you some more tampons/pads, he'll mentally face-palm himself for not understanding sooner, before rushing to the supermarket, determined to make you feel better. He's that boyfriend who gets lost in the feminine care aisle and ends up buying one of each kind because he had no idea what's the difference between all these colors and package sizes lmao. But he'll also be super sweet, lingering around you to the point it gets irritating, because he just wants to be there when you need something, and offering as much kisses and cuddles as you like, because according to him, hugs fix everything uwu.

"Why are there so much types of pads??? Aren't periods the same thing for all women??"

Yunho:

Aww, this boy is shy shy shy. I feel like Yunho will turn fifty shades of red when you ask him to buy you some tampons and painkillers on his way back from work uwu. But he'll want to appear like a dependent boyfriend, so he'll swallow down his nerves and go buy you everything you need, even if he'll remember an hour after he enters the supermarket that he has absolutely no idea what to buy and he needs to call you so you can help him differentiate between all the brands and types lmao. I can also see Yunho being the kind of guy to look online for 'remedies for period cramps' or 'how to pass that time of the month', and just randomly throw suggestions in the air when you're moody or in pain until you shut him up and the both of you settle down for a cuddle session lmao.

"Do you want to do yoga with me? I heard that it helps increase the blood flow and reduces period cramps."

Yeosang:

Yeosang will be that one protective boyfriend uwu. I can see him being so bothered whenever he sees you sad or annoyed, he'd fight those stupid cramps of yours if he could lmao. He'll buy so much chocolates, put on a movie to distract you, wrap you in heating pads and he'll also give you a massage, anything to see you comfortable and content. Even if you ask him to leave you alone, he'll stick around, not being able to let you suffer alone uwu. Will probably make you cry because he's just so sweet and who did you save in your past life to deserve an angel like him? But don't worry, he'll be there to console you and cheer you up with kisses and hugs, no matter how silly you think you are.

"Y/N, why are you crying? Shh, I'm right here, baby, I don't want to see anything but a smile on your face, okay?"

San:

This baby will baby the hell out of you. San has absolutely no problem running to the nearest store to buy you anything you need, no matter the hour or the absurdity of it. I can see him as the type to cling to you the whole time you're on your period, and he'll definitely use this time of the month to spend every moment he can with you, preferably cuddling in bed with his plushies. This sweetie will be so understanding when you get mood swings, listening to you ramble about the stupidest things and cooing at you when you cry over an animated movie lol. He'll also massage you when you get cramps and feed you ice cream and sing you lullabies and just be the perfect boyfriend in general uwu.

"Babyy~~ stop cuddling with that plushie and hug your boyfriend instead~" *pouting intensifies*

Mingi:

Another flustered baby to add to the list uwu. Mingi is going to be so lost and helpless when you tell him that you're having period cramps. I think he might be the type of dude to call his mom and ask her what helps a girl on her period lol. I don't think Mingi will necessarily be clingy, but he'll definitely stop whatever he's doing whenever you want the smallest thing, not complaining once, even when he has to massage your abdomen for the fifth time in four hours. His naturally innocent and happy behaviour will distract you from the pain and the mood swings, even on your worst periods, and he'll try his best to keep you smiling and calm, humming to you as he cards his fingers through your hair gently.

"Did you order another massage, my lady? Song Mingi is here to make the pain go away!"

Wooyoung:

I can definitely see Woo being the type of boyfriend to cheer you up by being his goofy self and making you laugh so much lmao. The second you'll tell your boyfriend that the time has come, he's already on your way to your apartment with loads of snacks and sweets (it's his excuse to finally end that diet lol). Wooyoung won't let you even think about the pain, immediately putting on a movie and getting the two of you blankets and pillows before collapsing onto the sofa with you in his arms. The two of you will probably just goof around, but if you do get sad, Wooyoung won't hesitate to kiss away all of your tears, encouraging you to let it all out uwu.

"It's okay, sweetie, cry as much as you need. I'm right here with you."

Jongho:

Even though he is the maknae of the group, I feel like Jongho will be the most unbothered one, at least from the outside, probably because he doesn't want you to feel embarrassed about your periods. He just wants you to feel as comfortable as possible uwu. I can see Jongho as the kind of boyfriend to do whatever you ask him without questions, and also as the type to have everything ready beforehand, no matter how weird and uncommon it may be lol. But I also think that this baby boy will get quite awkward and helpless if you start crying for no reason, pulling you into a gentle hug and just standing there with his mind racing, not knowing what to do lol. Also, if you cuddle him super close, he'll turn all blushy and embarrassed and will probably bury your head in his chest so you won't see uwu.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It makes sense that you'll want to eat pickled radish, that's why I bought it."

ATEEZ when you wear their clothes:

Seonghwa:

When you walk out of the bathroom wearing one of Seonghwa's buttoned up black shirts, tied around your slim waist with a thick leather belt, it takes your boyfriend a few minutes to realize it was even his to start with. He'll probably compliment you on your look, asking you where you got the new garment, only to smile in confusion when you start giggling, your own laughter only strengthening when you see his adorably clueless expression. When Seonghwa will understand, he'll chuckle as well, wrapping his arms around your waist in a backhug and leaving gentle, butterfly kisses down your neck and shoulder as he sways you from side to side, unable to stop the surging protectiveness in his chest.

"You look amazing, darling."

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong is a man who appreciates fashion, so he will be quick to notice and compliment your chic look for your picnic date, an oversized artsy tee with some short jeans. When he'll understand the shirt is his, he'll be delighted, repeating over and over again how great you look in his clothes and insisting you keep the shirt and wear it more often. He'll be awestruck the whole date, his eyes getting stuck on your lean figure more often than not, appreciating how the loose shirt compliments your sharp collarbones and highlights your tanned skin perfectly. From that moment on, you'll be on his mind whenever he goes to buy clothes, and he'll frequently purchase himself clothes only to pass them on to you.

"You should keep that shirt, it looks better on you anyways."

Yunho:

Yunho can't help but smile, his lips twitching upwards unconsciously, when he sees you entering the apartment after a night out with some friends, one of his wooly sweaters clad around your small body, the bottom of it brushing your knees lightly. When you'll ask him what he's smiling about, he'll try to brush you off and avoids your eyes, but when you won't let go, he'll eventually admit it's because you look so tiny in his clothes. He'll tease you whenever you raid his wardrobe, calling you a dwarf or some other silly nickname, but whenever you pout too much, he'll be quick to assure you that you look adorable, tugging you closer to him and pressing his lips to yours until you break your act and giggle, pushing him away half-heartedly.

"You look like your swimming in my clothes, so tiny hehe"

Yeosang:

Your boyfriend will enter your bedroom only to see you curled up into a ball on your king-sized bed, holding a bag of chips as you stare at the K-drama playing on the flat screen, wearing one of his favorite black hoodies, the material swallowing your thin body completely. Yeosang will freeze at the door, his heart fluttering and cheeks burning as he notes your long, bare legs and adorable sweater paws, while you're completely oblivious to the turmoil of emotions he's going through, not even noticing he entered the room until he clears his throat, making you turn your head to him. You'll blush when you notice your boyfriend's eyes on you, mumbling an apology for taking his sweater, but Yeosang will be quick to snap out of it, assuring you it's okay before joining you on the bed and pulling you to his chest.

"No, it's fine, babe, you look cute."

San:

Luckily for you, San is undeniably lean and slim, so you never had a problem borrowing his clothes, even though your body was small and skinny as well. Your boyfriend won't even try to disguise his delight when he walks into the house only to see you cooking in the kitchen, wearing one of his gray pyjama pants, tied tightly at the front to prevent the clothing from falling down your tiny waist. San will jump on you immediately, wrapping his sturdy arms around you and leaving kisses all over your face as he coos, his heart filling with love and adoration towards you as he rambles on and on about how cute you look, only spurred on by your steadily- reddening cheeks. He also won't hesitate to ask you to wear his clothes, deliberately leaving them on your bed so you'll get the hint lol.

"Aww, my baby is so adorable!! Look at you!"

Mingi:

Mingi won't be ready for how weak he is seeing you in his big, puffy bomber jacket. The two of you went out for a walk in the park and you got colder than you expected, your boyfriend being quick to hand over his coat when he saw your red nose and shivering shoulders. The second you don the warm, thick fabric, Mingi will be all smiles, his eyes squinting from the force of his grin, and he'll be all over you, slinging his arm over your slim shoulder protectively while trying to hide his blushing cheeks. When you'll ask him why he's being so giggly and smiley, he'll admit with embarrassment that it's because of how cute and cuddly you look, and the two of you will just spend the rest of the date avoiding each other's eyes and smiling shyly like two high schoolers.

"Sorry, you just look so cute and huggable, I can't help but smile."

Wooyoung:

I feel like Wooyoung will be the type to constantly complain about you stealing his clothes from him, but he won't be able to really stay mad when he sees you looking so soft and small, wearing one of his old t-shirts as a dress, the hem of the shirt brushing your mid-thigh lightly. The second Wooyoung will see you pouting, he'll stop scolding you, sighing in defeat and pulling you in for a long, gentle hug, his arms caging your waist and his lips pressing to your fluffy hair. Since then, Wooyoung will do nothing more than shoot you a playful glare whenever you steal something from his wardrobe, his lips itching to smile when you smirk back at him, knowing you got him in the palm of your hand.

"Yah, I won't have anymore shirts to wear if you keep this up."

Jongho:

When you accidentally spilled some water on your jeans, Jongho didn't think twice before offering you a pair of his black joggers, but he never expected to be so enamored by the sight of you, practically swimming in the sport material, the leggings highlighting your long, slim body. At first he'll just stare at you, trying to find a word for the weird feeling in his heart, before he'll shake his head and join you on the couch, not wasting a second before hugging you to him. Your boyfriend will be much cuddlier than he usually is, placing his chin on your shoulder and tugging you backwards to lean against his chest, and during the whole movie night you two planned out he'll be stealing glances at you, trying to keep his lips from forming a lovesick smile, to no avail.

"Oh. You just look so small."

Ateez when you flinch during an argument:

Seonghwa:

You and Seonghwa hardly ever fight, mostly thanks to your boyfriend who is always extremely patient and mature, finding a solution or apologizing before things can escalate. But this time, it was your boyfriend who was angry, after you forgot to turn on your phone and missed all of the older's calls, leaving him worried sick and completely distracted during recording for the band's upcoming album. Seeing your boyfriend mad was an unusual occurrence, and maybe that's the reason you reacted so aggressively to him raising his hand, probably to pull his hair like he always did when he was tense, walking a few steps back unconsciously. Seonghwa will immediately stop mid-sentence, no matter how annoyed he was, his scowl quickly transforming into a wide-eyed, sad expression, and he'll be quick to rush to you when the first sob leaves your mouth, breaking the deadly silence between you, petting you gently while whispering apologizes into your ear, his heart aching in his chest.

"I'm so sorry, baby. You know that I'd never hurt you, right?"

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong wasn't ill-tempered at all, but when the two of you did fight he would often take out his anger by actions rather than shouting, moving around the room, running a hand through his hair, clenching and unclenching his fists, anything to stay calm and not take out his frustration on you. Although you were quite used to it, it still managed to take you by surprise when your boyfriend turned around rather abruptly while you were following him, demanding to hear answers to your questions, and the sudden action causes you to jump in your spot, your eyes wide and fear-filled. Though it was nothing more than an instinctive reaction, Hongjoong won't take it lightly, quickly sitting you down on the sofa while holding your hand, talking to you in a gentle, calming manner, making sure to apologize several times until he's sure that you actually believe him and forgive him completely.

"I love you, sweetheart. I would never do anything to risk losing you."

Yunho:

Yunho is really nothing but a gentle, loving giant, especially when it comes to you. The two of you hardly fight, and when you do it's usually on the quieter side, with less screaming and more silence and sarcastic, off-handed remarks thrown at each other. But today the two of you were on edge, and you were especially sensitive due to being in that time of the month, hardly talking to your boyfriend, every sentence that leaves your mouth being bitter and cold. So when Yunho finally can't take it anymore, shouting your name, the sound seems to echo in your apartment, and you freeze in place, your eyes widening and body turning tense like a cord. Yunho seems to regret his outburst immediately, rushing over to cup your small face in his huge hands, and one look into his big, loving eyes tell you everything you need to know as you practically melt into his touch, closing your eyes when he strokes your cheeks gently with his thumbs.

"Hey, look at me. I'm here, you're safe with me."

Yeosang:

Yeosang is the type to talk out fights, wanting to solve your disagreements in a mature, peaceful way rather than going to sleep angry, while you are the type to ignore Yeosang when you are mad at him, or just leave and go out to calm down. Since your boyfriend's comeback was coming up, you were seeing him less and less and it was starting to affect your mood, especially when he constantly postponed your meeting at the last minute. So now, after a week of not seeing him, you were fighting instead of enjoying your time together, and the thought was so annoying that you literally couldn't look at Yeosang anymore, getting up to leave the apartment while your lover follows you, demanding you stay and solve this like grown-ups. Just as you're about to exit the door, Yeosang reaches his hand around you and slams the door shut, pinning you between his body and the wooden surface, and you instinctively press yourself to the wall, hugging yourself tightly. Your boyfriend will notice your reaction and drop his hand immediately, mumbling a whispered apology, his eyes filling with tears as he steps away from you.

"I would never touch you like that, Y/N. Never."

San:

San is the type of boyfriend you hardly ever fight with, not able to get mad at these adorable puppy eyes and heart-wrenching dimples, but even though San has it all, being the most loving, handsome, considerate person there is, he still gets insecure here and there, and these are the times when you fight the most. Like tonight, when you went out to eat with your co-workers, and uploaded a selfie to your story where you are apparently getting too cozy with one of your closer male friends from the office, with his chin placed on your shoulder lightly. Instead of greeting you with a huge smile and a soft, long kiss, San will be pissed when you come back home, and the whole situation will escalate into a fight quickly, with the two of you talking over each other, until one of San's wild hand gestures get too close to your face and you automatically hug yourself, shielding your body behind your slim arms. San's face will crumple immediately and his eyes will fill with tears as he looks at you, probably flinching himself from the shock, and he'll let out a broken apology, not approaching you until you walk over to him, hugging his torso silently to express your forgiveness.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare you."

Mingi:

Mingi's voice is not something you can miss and ignore, and that is also true when it comes to fighting in your relationship. I can see Mingi is being the type of guy to be rather hot-headed during a serious fight, so focused on his own anger that he won't even notice how wide and scared your eyes are, or how you're literally pressing yourself into the cushions of the sofa in an attempt to disappear from his rage-filled gaze. He'll be too busy shouting and trying to get you to listen to him that he won't even hear your pleads to him to stop shouting until he slams his fist on the table, causing you to curl into a ball on the couch, peeking at him through your small frame with tears streaming down your cheeks. Your boyfriend will stop talking then, quickly understanding the situation, and for a few second there will be dead silence as he stares at you, a painful, heavy feeling in his chest as he understands the meaning of you flinching from him, and how absolutely terrified you must've been. Mingi will sit next to you then, silently pulling you into his lap, and a sigh of relief will leave his mouth when you curl into his strong body, letting him rock you from side to side.

"I don't want to fight anymore, beautiful. I don't want to see you scared of me."

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung is a dramatic person, and it shows in every aspect of your relationship, whether it's in the affectionate, overly-romantic gestures he always displays towards you, or the aggressive, wide hand motions and expressions he shows during your fights. It was a stupid fight that started with a talk about dividing the chores between the two of you and somehow got to a point where you were just throwing the blame at each other, with you telling Wooyoung he's always busy with the new album, and him blaming you for being so focused on your studies. Your boyfriend was in the middle of ranting when he raised his hands a little too high, and you stumbled back slightly, a broken gasp leaving your lips. Woo will be quick to hold your waist, steadying you, his eyebrows furrowed and a frown set on his lips as he looks at you with confusion, anger long forgotten. When he'll finally piece two and two together, he'll be utterly flabbergasted, sitting you down slowly and talking to you, feeling the need to make sure it was just a reflex and nothing more.

"You know that I love you, right? I'll protect you with my life."

Jongho:

Jongho is not the kind to start fights, but I can see him as the type to be rather impatient when you're hurt or mad, getting angry as well instead of actually listening to what you have to say and seeing if he is at fault. And when Jongho gets mad he usually speaks rather loudly, not exactly shouting but his voice still easily overcomes yours, and his eyes turn narrow and glaring, nothing like the round, love-filled orbs that usually gaze at you with so much warmth. Maybe it's that look that makes him feel like a stranger to you that causes you to step back, your hands flying to cover your face when Jongho steps towards you quickly, probably not even noticing he's approaching you as he tries to get his point across. Either way, he stops mid-steo when he sees your reaction, his face turning calm once again and he gulps, asking you gently if you're okay. When you nod, he'll step towards you slowly pressing a kiss to your shoulder, before saying you should just forget about this stupid argument.

"No argument is worth seeing you like this. Let's just forget it."

ATEEZ

Seonghwa Hongjoong Yunho Yeosang San  Mingi Wooyoung Jongho

I also have to recommend this series, it's so good. Can you see that I'm obsessed with this author's work? 🤭

The way they wrote it, it's: San, Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho, Jongho, Yeosang, Wooyoung and Mingi. But can also be read in whatever order you want.

My favorites were Mingi and Seonghwa 🧡

Literally, anything in this author's masterlist is *chef kiss* you won't be disappointed.

The Chosen One

Pairing: prince!San x palace maid!reader

Word Count: 0.9k

'Crazy Form' Comeback Special Series | Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho |

ATEEZ Masterlist

Your hands trembled as you worked to remove the layers of clothing that adorned his highness. Cursing under your breath, you struggled to suppress the trembling, but the intensity of his gaze only added to the challenge.

It was the first time you were tasked with undressing the prince, the first time you'd ever been this close to him.

Previously, your responsibilities revolved around tasks that kept you at a safe distance, such as tidying his chambers or caring for his gardens – all performed in his absence.

So, can anyone really blame you for shaking like a leaf right now?

Sure, the prince was not exactly someone you were unfamiliar with. He was only the Crown Prince Choi San of Wonderland, the most sought-after bachelor across all realms. Despite being of marriageable age for several years, he remained elusive in choosing a bride, leaving the entire kingdom in suspense and speculation.

Like countless other girls in the palace and throughout the country, you have imagined what it would be like to capture the crown prince's heart. In the quiet corners of your mind, you often allowed yourself to daydream about being the one he would choose as his consort.

It was a shared fantasy among the palace staff and citizens alike, fueled by the allure of the prince's unparalleled charm.

However, reality would quickly shatter those dreams every time.

Or so you thought.

Earlier that day, you nearly dropped an expensive vase when the palace messenger delivered the startling news. The prince himself had requested your presence to prepare him for his bath tonight. The words hung in the air, causing your heart to skip a beat. It seemed like an absurd jest, a cruel prank orchestrated by the fates.

The other maids in the vicinity exchanged puzzled glances, mirroring your own disbelief.

Why would Prince San single you out for such an intimate task? There was a fixed group of maids responsible for attending to his bedtime rituals, a routine they'd executed diligently for as long as anyone could remember.

Tonight, however, the prince had dismissed them all, demanding only your presence.

The shock reverberated through your being.

All this time, you'd believed yourself to be a mere speck in the grand tapestry of the palace, convinced that the prince probably didn't even know you existed. Yet, here you were, faced with an inexplicable summons that defied all reason.

Unbeknownst to you, Prince San had noticed you from the very beginning, weaving himself into the fabric of your everyday life. In quiet moments of solitude, he observed you with an attentive gaze, drawn to the kindness that radiated from your every action. Your grace and compassion set you apart, creating a magnetic pull that transcended the boundaries of nobility.

He's had his sights set on you for quite some time now, patiently waiting for the right moment to make his move. To him, you were unlike anyone he had ever encountered – pure, innocent, and delicate, akin to a beautiful flower.

Despite the societal pressures urging him to consider matches with noble backgrounds, the prince had been quietly searching for loopholes that would allow him to break free from tradition.

All he wanted was you.

Now here you were, right in front of him.

The air in the prince's chamber felt charged with a peculiar tension as you carefully worked on removing the final layer of his clothing. Each article brought you closer to an intimacy that seemed surreal, given the disparity in your stations.

When the last garment slipped away, revealing the bare expanse of the prince's skin, you hesitated, your fingers hovering momentarily above him. It was an intimate act that felt like a crossing of boundaries, leaving you momentarily paralysed by the realisation of the closeness.

Noticing your nervous demeanour, Prince San reached out with a gentle touch. His warm hand enveloped yours, steadying the tremors that ran through your fingers. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you froze, feeling the warmth of his touch travel through your entire being. Blinking rapidly, you tried to compose yourself, but the intensity of his gaze held you captive.

Shaken, you took a steadying breath, grateful for the grounding touch of his hand. The prince, still holding onto your trembling hands, offered a gentle smile that melted away the tension.

"Do I scare you?" He asked, his tone soft and caring. Overwhelmed, you shook your head, words momentarily escaping you, "N-no, my prince. Of course not!" You stammered, your voice betraying a blend of awe and nervousness.

With your hands still cradled in his, he sensed your vulnerability. His eyes, filled with understanding, bore into yours as he tilted your head upward, guiding you to meet his gaze.

"Are you sure?" He inquired, a soft smile playing on his lips. You nodded, feeling your heart pound at the proximity.

Curling a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he spoke in a hushed tone, "Don't be afraid. I'll never hurt you. You're my chosen one." The weight of his declaration hung in the air, and your mind struggled to comprehend the gravity of those words.

Were you hearing him correctly?

The prince's chosen one – a title that held promises of a future you'd only dared to dream about.

"M-me? But your highness—"

Before you could say more, he closed the distance between you, bridging the gap with a soft, lingering kiss. The world seemed to stand still as your whole being surrendered to the intimacy of the moment. The taste of the unforeseen, the forbidden, lingered on your lips, leaving you breathless and bewildered.

Fluttering your eyes shut, you kissed him back. Perhaps the dreams of being his princess might not be such a distant mirage after all.

Surprise! Hope this was decent lmao.

I'm not exactly back from my hiatus yet, just felt inspired while admiring the recent concept photos. Had this drafted immediately and thought I'd just put it out.

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This series is so good 🔥

A little bit angsty the first few chapters, but we've been starting to see the fluffness it has.

I don't know where the author is right now, they did say on the last chapters something was going on at their house, so we just have to wait.

Trust me the chapters available are amazing, they're long and full of an incredible story until we can see the author again.

I really like the way it's written since it allows to know the depth each character has, along with turns and twists that have you hooked til you want to know immediately what's going to happen next.

Misfits Masterlist

When your world comes crashing down, the only people who are able to comfort you are the notorious group, Ateez. You’ve heard rumours after rumours about the eight males who are as cold as ice, yet for some reason, they are the warmest people you know. When they offer you a place to live after your housing is destroyed by a fire, you end up finding out dark secrets that have been hidden for years.

⇥ pairing: college!ot8 ateez x college!(f)reader

⇥ rating: 18+ 

⇥ genre: Ateez, alternate universe, enemies to lovers, severe angst, eventual smut and eventual fluff

⇥ total word count so far: 89.3k

⇥ warnings: death, suicide, violence, negligence, mental health, alcohol use, abusive family, explicit smut, swearing, heavy heavy emotions {each individual chapter will have the warnings listed before it starts.}

⇥ author note: I suggest those who are sensitive to certain topics listed in the warnings should read with caution or avoid reading in order to take care of yourself. there are scenes in this story that could be incredibly triggering to some. always take care of yourself first and do what makes you happy

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Main Masterlist:

Chapter one: Misfits I

Chapter two: Misfits II 

Chapter three: Misfits III

Chapter four: Misfits IV

Chapter five: Misfits V

Chapter six: Misfits VI

Chapter seven: Misfits VII

Chapter eight: Misfits VIII

Chapter nine: Misfits IX

Chapter ten: Misfits X

Chapter eleven: Misfits XI

Chapter twelve: Misfits XII

Hotel California Mini Masterlist

“You can check out any time you’d like, but you can never leave.”

➢ Hotel California {H/A/M} 

➢ Part Two

➢ Part Three

➢ Part Four

➢ Part Five

➢ Part Six

➢ Part Seven {S}

➢ Part Eight

➢ Part Nine

➢ Part Ten

➢ Part Eleven

➢ Part Twelve

➢ Part Thirteen {S}

➢ Part Fourteen

➢ Part Fifteen

➢ Part Sixteen {S}

➢ Part Seventeen

➢ Part Eighteen

➢ Part Nineteen

➢ Part Twenty

➢ Part Twenty-One {S}

➢ Part Twenty-Two

➢ Part Twenty-Three

➢ Part Twenty-Four

➢ Part Twenty-Five

➢ Part Twenty-Six

➢ Part Twenty-Seven - Final

End of Book One

❥Their Gf Has Superpowers

❥They Think You Forgot Their Birthday

❥ They Get Jealous When You're Close With Another Member

❥Their S/O Eats A Lot Of Junk Food

❥Their Crush Confesses While Drunk

❥Comforting Their S/O

❥Getting Walked In On By Another Member 🅡

❥Going On We Got Married

❥Pranking Their S/O

❥S/O Brings Them And Members Food

❥Teasing Them In Front Of The Members 🅡

❥Seeing Their Crush Half Dressed

❥Another Member Doesn't Like You

❥Their Little Sister Is A Popular Idol

❥Seeing Their Crush In A Sexy Dress

❥S/O Gets Liberty Spikes

❥Having Baby Fever

❥Breaking The Bed During Sex 🅡

❥GF Having PMS

❥Your Relationship Being Outed

❥Others Disapprove Of Their S/O

❥They Realize They Love Their S/O

❥Mafia! Someone Hits On Their Girlfriend

❥Mafia! Being Soft For You And Your Child

❥Mafia! Their Daughter Starts Dating

❥Finding Out Jongho Is Active 🅡

❥Mafia! Their Fiancee Runs Away

❥Mafia! Their Wife Dies Protecting Their Child

❥Mafia! Finding Out Their S/O Was An Undercover Spy For A Rival Gang 🅡

❥Mafia! Someone Breaks Into Their House With Their Pregnant Wife Inside

❥Mafia! S/O Being Petty After An Argument🅡

❥Mafia! S/O Jealous Of Girls He Meets

❥Reacting To Girlfriend's Wap Challenge

❥Mafia! You Get Kidnapped

❥Mafia! Their S/O Gets Drunk

❥Mafia! S/O Panicking Over A Spider

❥S/O Wants A Threesome With A Girl 🅡

❥Getting Caught/Catching Their Crush Touching Themselves 🅡

❥S/O Gets Nipple Piercings

❥Mafia! Losing A Game To Their/ S/O's Child

❥Mafia! They Have An Innocent S/O 🅡

❥Mafia! The Others Make Fun Of Him For Being Soft

❥Yandere! Falling For You

❥Confessing Their Feelings

❥First Kiss With S/O

❥Yandere! You Try To Poison Them

❥Their S/O Is Threatened To Break Up With Them

❥Mafia! Their Wife Is Insecure About Her Pregnancy

❥Yandere! You Slap Them During An Argument

❥S/O Limping The Day After

❥Mafia! S/O Wants To Give Them Head 🅡

❥Accidentally Going Too Far In An MV 🅡

❥Mafia! You Know One Of Their Rivals

❥Mafia! They Realize They Can't Live Without You.

❥Mafia-Yandere! Their Wife Wants A Divorce

❥Actress GF Has A Kissing Scene

❥Cute Moments With Their Kids

❥S/O's Child Calls Them Dad

❥S/O's Can't Stop Kissing You Challenge

❥Letting You Know They're In The Mood 🅡

❥Christmas Activities With S/O

❥Finding Out S/O Is An Artist

❥Dispatch Says You/They Are Dating Another Idol

❥Mafia! S/O Tries To Dom Them 🅡

❥Dad AU! Their Baby Is Born

❥You Have Baby Fever

❥Asking Them To Fuck You Raw 🅡

❥Dad AU! Christmas With Their Kids

❥Mafia! Helping Take Care Of Their Baby

❥Mafia! Finding Out They Have A Baby

❥Dad AU! Their Baby Won't Stop Crying

❥Mafia! Their Child Learns To Walk

❥Dad AU! Their Baby's First Words

❥Dad AU! Revealing/Finding Out Their Baby's Gender

❥Trying To Get Their Attention 🅡

❥Mafia! Arranged Marriage

❥Doing It In Public 🅡

❥Rough/Angry Sex 🅡

❥Their Hybrid Pet Goes Into Heat 🅡

❥Call/Video Sex 🅡

❥Watching An Explicit/Erotic Movie With You🅡

❥Seducing Dilf!Ateez 🅡

❥Dilf!Ateez: A Younger Male Gets Close To You🅡

❥Dilf! Ateez Knocking You Up

❥Dilf! Ateez During Pregnancy 🅡

❥Dilf! Ateez: S/O Gets Bullied For Their Relationship

❥Dilf! Ateez: Going For Round Two The Morning After 🅡

❥Dilf! Ateez: You Try To Seduce Another Dilf! Ateez Member 🅡

❥Dilf! Ateez: Sex Tape Gets Leaked 🅡

❥Dilf! Ateez: Finding You Asleep With Sex Toys 🅡

❥Dilf! Ateez: Wanting Another Baby

❥Dilf! Ateez: Calling Them Old

❥Dilf! Ateez: You Go On A Girl's Night Out

❥Seducing Milf! Reader 🅡

❥Being In Sub! Mood For Milf! Reader 🅡

❥Teaching Innocent S/O To Give Them Head 🅡

❥Wanting To Eat You Out 🅡

❥You Squirting On Them 🅡

❥Wolf! Ateez: Finding Their Mate

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now this is just too cute...... and hot ehe

8th Grade : s.mg & j.yh

⇢ Synopsis: They’ve always just been your best friends. But Covid quarantine is making you all way too horny.  ⇢ Pairing: Yunho & Mingi x reader ⇢ Genre: smut, fluff.  ⇢ Warnings: extremely cute best friends to lovers, mutual pining, love, oral (f receiving), sex without protection, Big Dick Boys, threesome, hand job, fingering, thigh riding, semi-sub Mingi, dom Yunho, sleepy sex, mentions of covid, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cock warming, spitting, pet name “Tiny”, Mingi is “pretty boy”, Yunho fucks her STUPID, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 8.9k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Best friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, uni!Ateez, frat boy ateez, covid-19 ateez, non-idol au, uni au, 

It’s cold outside, and you can’t believe you have to be the one trekking through the weather when they’re the ones with a car. Well, you suppose calling Mingi’s shit hand me down 2001 Honda Civic a “car” is a little too nice. But here you are, walking up the steps to their apartment building, cold, and bundled in a jacket, simply because Yunho declared three weeks ago while drunk that he would no longer ‘lower himself to the level of that shit piece of crap Honda fucking Civic’.

His words had made Mingi cry a little, and you’d had to fight Yunho about it afterwards. He’d won of course, easily pinning you down, but your struggle had been enough to cheer Mingi up. You’d tried at least.

You don’t even have to hit the button to call up to their apartment, the door clicks, signalling the unlock. You bet Mingi’s been watching the street from the window again. You head up to the third floor where Mingi and Yunho have an apartment. Mingi throws the door open before you even knock, a huge grin on his face.

He’s dressed in an oversized light pink crew neck and some grey sweatpants that still have your high school crest on them. You’re wearing your matching ones. Movie night is sacred, and you all have to look the part. His glasses are round, and they show off his dazzling eyes, which always seem to sparkle in wonder at the world around him.

He pulls you into a warm Mingi hug, lifting you off the ground to bring you inside. His shirt smells like lavender, and you’re shocked the two of them have finally started using the detergent Mingi’s mom had dropped off months ago when he’d first moved. The lavender is nice, and it makes you smile as you burry your face against the soft fabric, breathing in the warmth and aura of your best friend.

“You’re cold!” Mingi says when he lets you go, looking at you with wide eyes.

“It’s cold outside.” you note.

“It looks cold.” Mingi agrees, nodding and his lip pouting out a little in sympathy. He hates being cold, and is always bundled up in more than is ever necessary. 

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TOO CUTE!! NOW WHERE ARE MINE?!?!

dating poly!yungi

more poly!ateez :) 3 out of 5 complete! as always, nsfw at the end

dating yunho and mingi at the same time feels like dating both prince charming and the princess

which may or may not make you the horse

sometimes you feel like the third wheel because they’re just THAT clingy with each other

you might struggle finding your place between these two

but between having one 6 foot man draped over your back while you’re cooking and the other constantly reaching out for your hand at all times of the day, it’s not long before you find it ★

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╰─▗ ▘➤𖥸 please baby

warnings: face sitting (obv), mingi is asleep but everything is done under consent, cursing, just wow writing this made me horny be careful 😔, hair gripping

you laid wide awake in your bed with your boyfriend lying beside you snoring away, it was still too early to get up and start your day so you laid there. eyes staring up at the ceiling with no interest but you were grumpy and why would you ask? because you were horny like incredibly horny that was the first reason why you were up so early you had tried to bring yourself to relief with your fingers but it was no where helpful to bring to close the release you wanted. your eyes moved away from the ceiling and to your boyfriend staring at him your mind went back to the conversation you had with him a few days ago (short summary that if any of you was needy and the other was sleeping you guys had consent to use them for your pleasure) so you thought about it contemplating if you should take an action or not mostly because you were shy, but the more you stared at his lips and his perfect nose the desire to have his face buried deep in your cunt made your find fuzzy and inner thighs wet due to your leaking arousal so a few more minutes of staring at him you made your final decision.

fortunately he was already on his back but his face was as sideways so you turned his head facing the ceiling but now you hovered over his face, both your thighs were around his neck, his button up shirt you wore to bed was clutched in you hands soft gasp left your mouth as you saw the view beneath you warmth crawled all over your body mind cloudy with need. fuck this was so hot you never knew this position could leave you this breathless and you hadn't even done anything. soft snores left his mouth which directly fanned over your wet cunt resulting in soft moans from your mouth, slowly you lowered yourself on his mouth as his lips came in contact with your cunt soft gasps left your mouth, you didn't dared to look down but braced yourself holding onto the headboard and started to roll your hips gently "fuck baby please wake up I need you" you threw your head back, one hand now tangling in your hair pulling at your roots just like how mingi did , you unconsciously began to move faster eager to reach your high soo too lost in the pleasure your dismissed the movements occuring beneath you. mingi couldn't grasp what was happening so abruptly opened his eyes to the marvelous view your provided him, it took him a few seconds to register what was happening and boy was he glad for the happening.

he bought his hands to your hips pushing you completely down on his mouth, as he started to suck and lap up at your juices groaning as he did you screamed at the sudden sensation "please mingi please I am soo close please baby" you pulled your head back and stared down at him, eyes blown away and fixated on you as he rapidly lapped up on your cunt , your hand tangled in his hair slightly tugging to assure him that he was doing amazing as your not in your right mind so even form a sentence the knot in your stomach tightened by each passing second and then it finally snapped, your shrieked and thrashed above him trying to remove his mouth from your cunt as the pleasure full waves striked you in full swing but he was too engrossed in it and the tightened his grip around you more. as you came down from your high his arms released you resulting in you falling to his side face first in the bed with your legs twitching like crazy "the best fucking way to wake up, thank you baby" he murmured against your head his morning voice raspy and low but you couldn't register his words too immersed in the aftereffects of the immense orgasm so you just hummed and allowed him wrap his arms around you falling deep into sleep.

i don't go to sleep, i cum too sleep ;)

the lip bite 🫠 wtf man

so you mean this is what Mingi looks like taking you from behind… I’m gonna need to be put in a mental hospital soon cause yelp🧎🏼‍♀️

𝔇𝔒𝔚𝔑𝔗𝔒𝔚𝔑 𝔈𝔓ℑ𝔖𝔒𝔇𝔈 ℑ:

WARNING ⚠️ THE STORY CONTAINS:

Racism

Vulgar language

Racial slurs

Murder

Selling and Usage of illegal drugs and weapons

Abuse

Stalking

MDNI (will be blocked)

CHARACTER BIO:

Kim Ho-Yeon AKA Isis

Age: 17

Race: Korean/African American

Nationality: American

Kim Kai

Age: 21

Race: Korean/African American

Nationality: American

Troy Pierre Johnson AKA T-Ball

Age: 31

Race: Haitian

Nationality: American

Marcus Deville

Age: 38

Race: Haitian

Nationality: American

Ezell Capris AKA Crusher

Age: 28

Race: African American

Nationality: American

Song Mingi

Age: 20

Race: Asian

Nationality: Korean

I never wanted this.

Boots pounding against the cracked pavement, sweat stinging my eyes, breath ragged in my throat. The neon lights of Bourbon Street faded behind me, replaced by the suffocating darkness of New Orleans' forgotten alleys. I clutched the money and drugs tightly in my trembling hands, my knuckles white, the illicit gains of another midnight deal gone wrong. Sirens screamed in the distance, getting closer, louder. My heart raced, my blood pounded, my mind raced with fractured thoughts.

How did I get here? How did my world spiral into this pit of despair?

"Ayo Isis, you got a deal tonight," Troy had told me earlier outside the school, sliding a bundle of cash and a package of dope across the hood of the car. His eyes held that predatory glint, a look of hunger and power masked by false camaraderie. "Midnight, same spot. Don't be late."

I wasn't late. I was never late. Not to the deals that ensured some semblance of survival. The cracked facade of life I barely clung to depended on these dangerous exchanges. I'd met Marcus just under the flickering streetlight, the old wrought-iron fence of St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 looming behind us like grim sentinels.

"You got the stuff?" Marcus had asked, voice trembling despite the bravado etched into his thin, haggard face.

Something was off. He was never nervous about a deal. Was he tweakin or feenin? Shit Ion know but imma need this shit to be quick.

"Right here," I replied, still looking at him skeptical, producing the crumpled bag from my jacket pocket. "You got the cash?"

He nodded, eyes darting around nervously. I noticed how his hands shook as he tried to count the money. That’s when the sirens split the night, the red and blue lights flooding the alley in an unholy glare.

“Mother fucka!” I murmured. My hand next to my Glock.

"Freeze! NOPD!" The shout echoed off the bricks, a command more final than any sentence.

Pandemonium.

Marcus had panicked, dropping the cash, his feet slipping on the damp, algae-coated alley stones. The cops were on him in a heartbeat.

"Don't move!" But Marcus moved. He reached inside his jacket—maybe reaching for another baggie, a desperate bluff, who knows? The shot rang out, louder than the blare of sirens. A burst of light, and he crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath him like a spreading inkblot. The warmth of his blood hitting my face.

For a moment, my world stood still. Marcus—another body fallen to the streets, another casualty of survival painted in blood. I ran. Don't look back, Isis.

Just run.

“FREEZE!”

The alleyways twisted and turned, a maze of filth and decay. The sirens clung to me like malevolent spirits. I could hear the radios crackle, disembodied voices barking commands and coordinates. The cemetery loomed ahead, its dilapidated gates inviting me into its embrace. Through the iron bars and into its shadowed sanctuary I flew, slipping into an old, musty mausoleum. The door groaned as I forced it shut, and I crouched in the dark, fighting to silence my gasps.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours. The sirens faded, and the night swallowed the sounds. Even the cops seemed to respect the cemetery’s morbid peace. Wasn’t tryna risk no evil spirits I guess.

I waited in that cold, narrow space, my senses tuned to every rustle, every whisper of the dead. When at last the silence confirmed my solitude, I crawled back out into the moonlit graveyard. Exhaustion overwhelmed me. I dropped to the ground, feeling the dirt and stones beneath my hands. Tears, bitter and hot, streamed down my face as I hugged my knees to my chest.

"I don't want this," I whispered, voice cracking. The words fell into the night like prayers to a god who had turned away long ago. "I don't want any of this."

But what did I want? Escape? Redemption? My mother always said I was the brightest and will be something.

Damn, I’m sure letting her down.

After a long walk back to my house in a rundown part of town, I finally reached the creaky, paint-chipped door that led to our sanctuary. Or, what passed for one these days. Pushing it open, I found my brothers and the gang sprawled on the ratty couch, the haze of kush smoke choking the cramped room.

Kai, my older brother, was the first to speak. “So, how was the deal?” His voice was calm, too calm for this line of questioning.

“A bust,” I replied, my voice hollow. “Marcus got capped.”

The air in the room seemed to thicken, silence swallowing the words. Their expressions hardened, eyes flickering with barely concealed fear and anger. Troy, NOLA’s biggest pusher, looked up, his jaw set.

“You still got the dope?” His question cut through the tension like a knife.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the baggie and crumpled money, tossing it onto the scarred coffee table. “Yeah, and Marcus’s money. Swiped it while he was getting blasted by the feds.”

A murmur ran through the room. Troy’s face twisted into a sneer. “Damn, Marcus. Shit!” I shouted, slamming my fist against the wooden doorframe. The pain was a minor spark in the inferno raging inside me.

“Fool, Marcus was a basehead and a snitch. Nobody knew about that deal but us. I bet his ass snitched,” Troy said, his eyes narrowing. “Nigga had it coming.”

My anger flared. “Marcus wouldn’t sell us out.”

Troy’s eyes bored into mine, unrelenting. “Then who did, Isis?”

I had no answer. I paced the room, frustration boiling over. “As long as we got the dope, we’re good. So chill bitch.” He took a puff of his blunt. “Why worry about Marcus’s dead ass? Another worthless nigga dead.”

But the weight of my earlier words, "I don't wanna do this shit anymore," hung in the air. Frustration coursed through me like a poison. “I’m tired of this, Troy. Every day I’m out here risking my life, and for what? We’re still in the same bullshit! This isn’t getting us anywhere!”

Troy stood up, slamming his fist into the wall beside my head. “Bitch you ain’t getting out until when I say you can. I took you and your brothers in after ya moms died. I say what it’s gonna be, aight?”

I shoved him back, fury overriding fear. “And one is dead! So clearly, the dope game ain’t it, Troy, nigga the rest of us still in the trenches while you out living the good life!”

I stormed out, slamming the door behind me, the sound echoing in the tight alleyways. Tears blurred my vision as I wandered the darkened streets, seeking solace in the shadows. My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me back to the here and now. It was a text from Kai: “Yo man you gotta chill. Troy only has your best interest.”

I snapped the phone shut, anger and helplessness intertwining. Deep in my heart, I knew he was wrong. Troy’s “interest” was a leash around our necks, tightening with each passing day.

“Nigga, Troy ain’t even got the best interest for his damn self. Ion know why you still believe his bullshit. We ain’t getting rich. We ain’t leaving the hood.”

Closing my phone, I just took a deep breath.

I continued to walk, the oppressive night swallowing me.

Gangbangers loitered on corners, bottles and burners in hand.

Homeless baseheads strung out on fent and rock, begging for money to get more dope.

Hoes on the corner selling pussy just to survive these trenches.

We all broken statues in the bleak cityscape.

“I gotta get out of this,” I whispered to myself, voicing the secret I had harbored for months. Memories of my mother, Kim Hanuel, flooded back.

Mom was a Korean immigrant, a resilient woman who fought tooth and nail to give us a chance. She raised three children on her own amidst the unforgiving ghettos of New Orleans, working endless hours cleaning offices and houses, always with a gentle but determined smile. Dad was a ghost, a deadbeat who ran with gangs, chasing dreams of a quick and dirty come-up only to vanish without a trace.

That deadbeat ass nigga. Knocking up my moms, a naive woman who wanted love in all the wrong places.

I imagined her despair if she could see us now—Kai deep in the game, Minho a casualty in a senseless drive-by, and me; a straight-A student and peak athlete and here I am, slangin and bangin.

Fucked up turn of events.

I look around and see the surroundings more. Shaking my head.

The ghetto.

Every tired step, every weary breath, reminded me of where I was born and raised, surrounded by shadows and despair. This life was a landscape of crumbling buildings, flickering streetlights, and alleyways littered with forgotten souls.

I walked forward, hyper-aware of my surroundings yet lost in my thoughts. Top of my class in high school, an exceptional athlete with dreams once so bright, now tarnished by nights like this, running from the law, clinging to survival. At seventeen, I found myself risking everything, bound to a gang I never chose but was forced into. My mother hadn’t died for this; her sacrifices were not meant to be repaid in blood and betrayal.

Passing through the maze of tombstones, I found myself at the Lafayette Cemetery, an abandoned part where the forgotten were laid to rest. Onto the cold stone of a nameless tomb, I lowered myself, fatigue settling deep in my bones.

“Sorry, I hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” I whispered to the silent grave. “I promise I’ll be respectful.”

I let my head fall into my hands, the weight of everything crashing down on me. The memories played in my mind like a cursed film reel. Twelve years old, timid but desperate, selling my first dime bag to a shady man who smirked at my fear. By fourteen, hardened by necessity, I was pulling triggers in drive-bys I had no choice but to participate in. Killing 2 rival gang members in the process.

Tears streamed down my face, hot and salty, falling into the earth below me. I sobbed, an animalistic release of years of pain and hopelessness.

Finally, when my tears dried up, leaving only a dull ache in their wake, I stood and wandered deeper into the cemetery. As I moved quietly through the darkness, voices reached my ears, sharp and urgent. I ducked behind a statue, straining to hear. They were speaking Korean. My heart skipped a beat, the familiar cadence of my mother’s tongue pulling me back to her memory.

“Sir, we know Troy Johnson is in this city,” one of the men said.

My eyes widened.

“Good, we should ask some locals. He does owe us a lot of money,” another voice replied.

I held my breath, listening intently.

“Find him and finish him off. He has scammed us long enough.”

The blood drained from my face. These men were serious and they were coming for Troy. Without another thought, I broke into a run, sprinting back through the cemetery, out into the streets, and towards home. Panic fueled my steps, the dark cityscape blurring around me as I flew past graffiti-stained walls, darting through alleys and across deserted roadways.

I burst through the door of our house, out of breath, eyes wild. The room fell silent as everyone looked up.

“Where’s Troy?” I demanded, my voice tinged with both fear and resolve.

Kai, leaning against the wall with a cigarette, flicked ashes into a dirty tray. “What’s going on, Ho-Yeon?” he asked, using my birth name, a sign he knew this was serious.

“I need to know where he is, Kai. Now!” My eyes locked onto his, burning with urgency.

“He went to see Danny about an hour ago,” Kai said, concern creasing his brow. “Da fuck goin on?”

“Korean m’fuckas are after him. Saying Troy scammed them.”

The color from Kai’s face flushed. “Koreans? Where you see them?”

“Lafayette.”

“Did they see you?”

I shook my head.

“You sure they Korean?”

“I’m positive. They were speaking Korean—Mom’s dialect, I heard and understood everything.” I could see the fear creeping into his stoic mask. “We need to find him. Now.”

Kai bit his nail, “Kai, who are they?” I asked in panic trying to call Troy.

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Kai remained silent.

I looked at him, confused. “Kai! WHO ARE THEY?!”

“I don’t know! We need to find his dumbass!”

Kai’s face hardened, and he started dialing Troy’s number. Voicemail. Again and again. I did the same, praying to hear his voice. Nothing.

“Call Danny,” Kai ordered. But even Danny’s phone kept going to voicemail.

Kai turned to the others in the room. “Start calling everyone. Now.”

The first to answer was Crusher, an OG who commanded respect just by entering the room. “‘Sup, why y’all m’fuckas blowin’ up my phone?”

“Some Korean folk looking to take out Troy,” Kai said, voice tight with urgency.

“Maaaan, what!? Hell nah cuh, Where he at?” Crusher’s deep husky voice lost its usual coolness, replaced by a sharp edge.

“He’s with Danny, but Danny ain’t answering either!” I cut in, panic surging.

Crusher sounded nervous, something I’d never heard before. “Shit, They prolly at She She’s. We on it.”

Kai nodded, then turned to me. “Crush, get errbody. Meet us at She She’s,” he said.

I raced upstairs, grabbing my uzis and strapping them to my waist. Tearing apart my closet I pulled out a shotgun. I was preparing for war because, at this rate, that’s exactly what it was.

A war I didn’t want to be in, but fuck it, if Troy dies, we all die.

Downstairs, I grabbed my helmet and the keys to my Kawasaki Ninja—a gift from Kai when I made the track team. “Kai, take them and head to the club. I’m right behind.”

He nodded, grim but resolute. The men in the house were a small army, ready for anything. And they had to be.

The bike roared to life, vibrating beneath me as I tore through the streets, the gritty city blurring around me. My heart pounded as I navigated the familiar paths, dodging cars and pedestrians, racing toward She She’s.

The strip club was located on the outskirts of the city limits.

A desolate area with a massive booty club on a dirt and gravel road.

I arrived to see Troy’s G-Wagon parked outside. Crusher was right, he was here. Music thumped from inside the club, a pounding rhythm that matched my racing heart. I couldn’t get in—underage—but I patrolled the perimeter, scanning for any sign of danger.

Moments later, twenty cars rolled up, Crusher and the rest of the crew spilling out like an unstoppable force. I sprinted to Crusher, my boots crunching on the gravel.

“So who we lookin’ for?” he asked, his imposing figure dwarfing mine.

“I couldn’t make out faces, but they’re dressed in suits and they’re Korean.”

“Mmm. Aight, good enough. AYO, listen up!” Crusher's voice boomed. “We lookin’ for some chink mu’fuckas. Y’all know what to do. They roll up, blast them fools!”

I nodded and ran around back to make sure the Koreans wouldn’t infiltrate the back.

Making my way around to the back of the club, I crouched behind a rusted dumpster, eyes scanning the alley for any sign of the Koreans. The distant mumble of my gang’s voices drifted through the deep night, almost comforting. I allowed myself a moment to catch my breath.

Then it all happened so fast.

The sound of cars zooming into the pavement, the sound of doors slamming and the Korean language.

My heart dropped.

The air around me exploded with a symphony of chaos—shouts, screams, and the deafening barrage of gunfire. It echoed through the narrow alley like a war zone. My heart leaped to my throat as I bolted toward the front, instincts taking over.

My hand on one of the uzis, ready to battle. Rounding the corner, I collided with Kai. His eyes widened in horror as he reached out to steady me, thrusting a set of keys and a crumpled sheet of paper into my hand.

“Go to this address, NOW!” he shouted over the cacophony.

“Kai, what is this?!” I yelled back, adrenaline spiking through me.

His face was a mask of urgency, lines etched deep from worry. “I’ll explain it all later, just go! I ain’t losing another sibling.” He glanced over his shoulder where Benzes, BMWs, and Hummers swarmed the street, Korean men in suits exchanging gunfire with our gang. I peeked, my breath catching as I took in the full scope of the chaos—a war zone right in the desolate bayou.

“Kai... come back in one piece,” I said, voice breaking, wrapping him in a quick hug.

“I will. Now go!” he urged, pushing me away and into motion.

My legs propelled me back through the alley, towards the now dirt-encrusted bike parked behind the club. The engine roared to life, a welcome sound amidst the madness.

I sped off passing the battle before me, I saw men I grew to love as brothers lying lifeless on the ground. I see Kai and Crusher reloading guns and firing. Tears began to weld in my eyes. Before I could get away;

It was all in slow motion…

As I began to tear down the street, I caught sight of a tall, young blonde Korean man standing at the edge of the fray. His eyes locked onto mine, a cold, calculating gaze that followed me until I was out of sight. Who was he?

I raced through the city, the landscape blurring past me as thoughts buzzed in my head. What was this address? Why had Kai sent me here? The GPS guided me to Algiers Point, guiding me to a neighborhood that felt worlds away from the grimy streets of my reality. I pulled up to a large, well-kept house with neatly trimmed hedges and a spacious porch. This couldn’t be right.

Doubt gnawed at me, but I dismounted the bike, climbing the few steps to the front door. The keys fit perfectly, and the door swung open to reveal a beautifully furnished home. The inside was modern and tasteful, with dark wood floors and high ceilings. My footsteps echoed in the eerie silence, a stark contrast to the bedlam from which I had just fled.

Photos lined the mantelpiece over a fireplace. I stared, recognizing faces. My family. Our chaotic, battered, endearing family, immortalized in frames that seemed out of place here.

“Whose house is this?” I whispered aloud, a sense of unreality creeping over me.

As I wandered deeper into the house, my fingers grazed the photographs lining the walls. Mom, Minho, Kai and I; our whole family at a long-forgotten barbecue, candid shots of laughter and love. Tears pricked my eyes. This didn’t make sense.

Curiosity drove me up the staircase, each step. Photos of our family members lined the walls. Photos of my grandparents and baby photos of my siblings and I, neatly displayed along the white walls.

I went into a bedroom. The room was simple but nice. I sat on the bed. Looking over I seen a letter:

**"Ho-Yeon aka Isis,"** it began. The handwriting was unmistakably Kai’s, familiar and raw.

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**"For a while now, prolly 6 years or so, I had this house. Mom left it for us. It was our 'we made it out the hood' gift. Right before she was killed, she gave me the key and told me to get you after school to surprise you. But fuck all the past and sad shit. If you're reading this, it means I ain’t make it out the gutter and I’m prolly shot up and chillin' in a freezer at the morgue downtown."**

Tears streamed down my cheeks, my breath catching in my throat.

**"You ain’t like the rest of these niggas or me. You got something to live for. You’re smart, beautiful and talented. I’m sorry I dragged you into this shit in the first place. Finish high school, go to college, find a nice career and stay the hell away from the hood. I know Troy got eyes all over this m’fucka but I ain’t letting Troy fuck yo life up anymore. I got plans for that nigga if I do make it. I can’t say too much but that nigga a traitor. Anyways I love you...

—Kai"**

I clutched the letter to my chest, the paper crumpling in my trembling hands. The words sank deep into my heart, carving out an emptiness I didn’t think I could feel anymore. I whispered, "Lord, if you’re real, please protect Kai."

Exhausted, my body gave in, and I slumped onto the bed, drifting into a restless sleep filled with shadows and uncertainty.

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Morning came too soon, the alarm blaring me back to reality. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden hues across the room. I looked at my phone; there were texts from Troy, causing my heart to seize with dread. I opened them, **"Meet up at the spot after school."**

I rolled my eyes but couldn't ignore the gnawing anxiety that followed. Heart hammering, I dialed Kai's number. One ring, two rings—it felt like an eternity.

**"H-hello?"**

Relief washed over me. "You're okay," I breathed.

**“Yeah, I'm good. Aye, look, I’ll call you later, okay? Go to school. You got clothes in the closet."**

"Kai," I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper, "thank you."

**"I love you, Ho-Yeon. I told you, I'll never let you down."** he said in Korean.

He hung up, leaving me clutching the phone to my chest. I needed that shower more than ever, washing away the grime of the previous night—water mingling with tears as the blonde man's face continued to haunt me. His cold dark eyes staring into my soul. My body shuttered.

---

Driving to school felt surreal. I parked, and as I walked in, the murmurs and whispers among the students surrounded me.

"Yo Isis! Did you hear about that wild ass shooting at She She’s last night? Looks like T-Ball’s gang got blasted by some mafia fools," James called out.

“Really? Damn,” I played it off, trying to mask the turmoil boiling inside me.

"T-Ball made it out,” his voice trailed off I could see in his eyes he was thinking of something else, “but..”

“But?” I repeated.

“Crusher ain’t make it.”

My world shattered. Crusher was the unconventional father figure I had. He made sure me and the brothers was good. Yeah he was a killer and a pusher but he loved us as if we were his own.

I bit my lip, trying not to cry.

James continued, “they said they finna hold a service for him next Saturday. You goin?”

I nodded. “Yeah, aye, imma get to class.”

Crusher. Damn… Troy gotta pay for this shit.

Sitting in class, my usual focus drowned in an ocean of fear and uncertainty, I stared blankly at the pages of my textbook. Words floated in front of my eyes, meaningless, as my mind spiraled back to last night. Thoughts of Crusher, Troy, and the violence that seemed to cling to me like a second skin kept replaying in my head. Who else had to die for Troy’s nonsense?

The bell rang, pulling me into the present, and I winced. Lunch was over and I had kept myself distant, avoiding the usual chatter and laughter of my classmates. It was time for Advanced English, a class I usually loved, but today I doubted I’d absorb a thing. My thoughts were scattered like leaves in the wind.

As I walked into the classroom, I chose a seat by the window. Maybe the view would distract me from the relentless storm brewing inside my mind. But what I saw outside only invited a new kind of anxiety.

Parked just outside the fence of the school was the same black Mercedes Benz from last night. My heart dropped into my stomach. The Korean mafia. I lay my head down on the desk, peeking through the window, hoping I was wrong, hoping I was imagining things.

The tall blonde man stepped out of the car, scanning the schoolyard with cold, calculating eyes. I recognized him immediately. He looked up at the building, and I prayed he wouldn’t see me. For what felt like an eternity, he stood there, his gaze sweeping across the windows. My breath hitched, my body shaking with fear like never before. Yet, by some miracle, he didn’t notice me. He got back into the car and drove off.

For the first time in a long time, I felt genuine, paralyzing fear. They’re after me.

With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and texted Kai.

“Kai, those Korean mafia men are outside the school.”

Not even seconds later, he texted back, “WHAT?! Are you sure?”

“It was the tall blonde.”

“Fuck, I’ll let Troy know. Don’t leave the building until I say so.”

“👍” I texted back.

Two more hours of school. Then I had track practice. Just get through the day, I told myself. Just get through it.

After school, I headed to the track coach’s office, hoping to excuse myself from practice.

“Heeey Mr. Kennedy, I’m not feeling too well, I can’t do practice today. Is it cool if I miss out?” I tried to keep my voice steady, casual.

Mr. Kennedy looked up at me, his eyes skeptical. “Now why should I believe that? You look fine.”

“I–I got a real bad stomach ache. Please?” I pleaded, my fear bubbling just beneath the surface.

He wasn’t buying it. “You must think I’m boo-boo the fool? Go get ready for practice.”

My heart sank. I couldn’t afford to be on that track, out in the open. “Mr. Kennedy, please, it’s really bad. I promise I’ll make up for it next time.”

He leaned back in his chair, studying me. “You’ve never missed a practice without a good reason, Kim. What’s really going on?”

The room felt smaller, the walls closing in as I struggled to keep my composure. How could I explain without giving away too much? “I just… I don’t feel safe today.” It was the closest to the truth I could get without spreading panic.

Mr. Kennedy’s expression softened a fraction. “Safe? Kim, if something’s going on, you need to let someone know. The school can help.”

I shook my head, feeling the weight of secrets and lies pressing down on me. “I can handle it, Mr. Kennedy.”

He sat on the edge of his desk. “Ho-Yeon. Now don’t think I don’t know about what you do.” I looked up at him. “Now I understand because I was in the same position as you as a youngin’, poppin fools and chasing a bag. But I know you, you ain’t like Kai or Minho. You got a good head on ya shoulder na’ girl. So what’s going on.”

I was hesitant, but I told him everything.

“Korean mafia? Whooo T-Ball fucked up big time.” He said rubbing his temples. “Always some dumb nigga who get a lil bit of money and then fuck up and make the worst kind of enemies.”

“So can I please miss today?”

“Yeah. You stay in the office and I’ll take you home.”

I got up and hugged him. “Thank you.”

Two hours went by. My anxiety through the roof. My phone blowing up nonstop.

Kai FaceTimed, “hello?”

“Hey, Troy said to stay low and go stay at Lisa’s house.” He turned to see if anyone was listening on, he quickly switched to Korean, “look, I called Lisa and she said she’ll cover for you. Troy don’t know about the house, so go there and lay low. I’ll be there when I can.”

I nodded, he hung up.

The sun began to set. My leg bouncing nonstop.

Mr. Kennedy came in. “Alright let’s go.”

Mr. Kennedy took me to my new home. “Damn I see trappin got you out huh?” He said looking at the window of my house. “Please don’t mention this home to anyone,” I begged.

“Of course,” he replied with a reassuring nod.

I got out of the car and ran inside, locking all the doors and closing the windows. Fear and anxiety coursed through my body, making my hands shake as I double-checked each lock. It wasn’t until I’d walked through every room that I allowed myself to relax, if only a little.

Each day was the same, run home, hide and wait for Kai. Kai never came. He could only message me. In this big house, what could have been moms, Minho, Kai and me… is just me. Lonely. As much as I’m glad I’m not selling and away from Troy, I miss the homies. This shit is depressing.

Another long ass day of school and practice. It was dark by the time I got in. Nerves been calm since I didn’t see or feel threatened anymore.

Thirsty, going into the spacious kitchen. I pulled a glass from the cabinet.

As I reached for a glass, a cool, gloved hand suddenly clamped over my mouth, and another hand gripped my body tightly. Panic set in as I struggled against the larger intruder, instinctively stomping on their foot and jabbing my elbow into their ribs. I broke free and ran for my bedroom, needing to grab my Glock.

Screaming help was useless. This house easily swallowed my screams and pleas. As I made it to my bedroom, my body froze.

I stood in front of the doorway, heart pounding. There he was, the blonde man was sitting on my bed, smiling. Dressed in a fitted black suit with a white button down shirt and loafers. He was imposing, with a presence that sucked the air out of the room.

“Annyeonghaseyo,” he said, his voice deep and husky, his eyes predatory and cold.

My body trembled. “A-annyeonghaseyo,” I stammered back, my voice barely audible.

He smiled wider. “I’m Song Mingi. And you must be one of Troy Johnson’s lapdogs.”

My eyes widened in fear as the realization of who he was set in. “L-look man, I just sell drugs that he gives me and—”

“Yes, the drugs he gives you belongs to me. You see, Mr. Johnson steals from me and makes beautiful girls like you sell for his own gain.” His thick Korean accent made each word slice through the air.

“I-I truly had no idea,” I pleaded, my voice choking on the lump of terror sitting in my throat.

He patted the bed beside him. “Come sit, no need to be scared of me. I’m not here to hurt you, unless you give me a reason to.” There was a dangerous glint in his eye that made the blood in my veins run cold.

I shook, rooted to the spot. “M-mmh, imma stand right here.” His eyes darkened, and his voice dropped an octave. “I do not like to ask twice. Sit.”

I nodded frantically and sat beside him, every instinct screaming at me to run, but my legs felt like they were made of lead.

“Good,” he said, his tone softer but no less menacing. “Now, let’s talk business.” He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a sleek silver knife, its blade reflecting the moonlight that filled the dark room.

“What—what do you want from me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I need your help, Isis,or better yet, Kim Ho-Yeon” he said, twirling the knife between his fingers with practiced ease. “You have access to places and people I need information about, including Troy Johnson.”

“But why me?” I asked, tears welling in my eyes.

“Because you’re already in the game. And whether you like it or not, you’re valuable to me and I been watching you for a long time now,” he replied coolly. “Help me, and you might just walk away from this unscathed. And I’ll even make you an offer, you’ll be a rich woman.”

My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of his words pressing down on me. “What do you need me to do?”

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. His hand on my thigh, “I need you to find out where Troy is hiding my product and who else he’s working with. You do that, and I’ll make sure Troy pays for what he’s done.”

Something in his tone promised violence, and the thought of being caught between two dangerous men made me feel sick. “And if I refuse?”

His smile returned, but it was colder than before. “Refusing would be very unwise.”

He sat up, “I’ll give you until tomorrow morning to think it over.” He walks out the bedroom door, “also, happy early birthday.”

“H-how did you kn-“

“I know everything about you.”

My mind running circles. Confused, scared, lost. My mind went to Kai.

“Wait, what about Kai?”

He turns, “Ah yes, your brother… all depends on him. He already is aware Troy is not to be trusted. Just he needs a little push, he’s brainwashed at the moment.”

“Song Mingi!” I called out.

“You can call me just Mingi, beautiful.”

I shuttered, “I- I mean how can I know for sure I’ll be safe if I turn against Troy.”

He smiles, he walks over to the bed. His large soft hand brushes my face. “You’ll see, as I said you have until tomorrow morning. Make the right choice.” His plump lips kissed my cheek. A soft gentle kiss and made my face turn red. He chuckled at my reaction. “Cute.”

Finally alone my mind is racing.

I had to choose between my life if I say no. Or betraying Troy and the rest of the gang. Either way it’s a death sentence. Was Mingi telling the truth. His body language tells me he was not lying.

But who knows.

I want out of this shit.

The next morning:

I woke up from a shitty slumber and saw my phone vibrating, the number was unknown, “hello?”

“Good morning my beautiful Ho-Yeon. Have we made a decision?”

I looked back at how Troy did us, had us in some ran down trap house, selling bricks for him and only giving us chump change in return while he drove off in a G-Wagon and had it all. How he left Minho to die on the streets, how Crusher died for his selfish gain. How all these street niggas bow down to him because he got it and they want what he has. The fantasy he painted for them. ‘Hood rich’… And then how moms died trying to protect us from him…

Nah, he gotta go.

Troy is the real enemy.

Troy is my enemy.

“I’m in.”

“I knew you’d make the right choice.”

home is where the heart is - song mingi

Song Mingi x gender neutral!Reader

tags - fluff, minor angst, best friend!mingi, sleepovers

Word Count: 2.9k

taglist: @formidxble

It was never weird for you and Mingi to fall asleep together. You’d been friends since highschool and the weekly (sometimes even biweekly) sleepovers you had had slowly turned from sleeping on separate couches or in sleeping bags on the floor to squishing into each other’s beds to fall asleep with your shoulders pressed together. More often than not it was uncomfortable and ended up in aching muscles the next morning, but it was worth it to wake up next to your best friend, poking his cheek until he woke up with a groan.

Nothing much had changed since then.

Whenever you visited Mingi’s apartment, happily greeting the rest of the boys that you’d gotten to know since Mingi had started working with them, you fell asleep in his bed, knees resting against his as you talked about your respective lives. You didn’t live all that far - just two hours by car - but when Mingi’s schedule was so packed it felt impossible to find time to visit him. So when you did, you stayed overnight and told him all about what was going on with you: your job and all the gossip among your coworkers, how your family was doing and the new things you’d learned to bake or the plants you’d bought recently. Compared to Mingi’s life, they seemed like boring stories, but he was always eager to hear them.

Sometimes you brought him gifts - bracelets you’d made or necklaces you spotted that you thought would suit him. You knew that his style had changed over the past few years but your heart swelled knowing that he still wore the things you brought him. He did the same for you, and after three years of monthly visits the two of you had more matching friendship bracelets than you could count.

You’d never thought that love could endure for this long, but time and time again Mingi proved you wrong. Despite the romantic feelings you had for him, it was never painful to you that you were just friends, with no indication that you’d be anything more than that any time soon. You were just happy to have him in your life - not everybody could say they’d had the same best friend for seven years, after all.

“You really stayed there all night?” Mingi asked, impressed. You were both laying on your backs in his bed, occasionally tickling each other and yelling until one of the other boys asked you to be quiet, but right now you were telling him about how you and your friends had spent the night at a twenty-four-hour McDonald’s last week.

“Yeah! But the stupid thing is we ate too much when we first got there,” you explained very seriously, so immersed in making sure he understood the severity of the situation that you didn’t notice the way he was grinning at you, expression soft. “So we were so full that we couldn’t even eat anything from the breakfast menu! At least I had a strawberry banana smoothie… You should come next time.”

“Yeah, I’ll show you how to eat properly,” he said, nodding and picking up your hand, fiddling with your fingers. “I’d eat twenty chicken nuggets and still be able to eat from the breakfast menu!”

You laughed at him, both of you ignoring the fact that it was very unlikely he’d be able to join you on a trip like that. He just had to keep his fingers crossed for a longer break so he could finally visit your new apartment (you had all of his group’s posters up on your bedroom walls you’d told him, at which he blushed profusely) and see the plants that you’d jokingly named after his members, the names sticking after a while.

You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, your shared playlist playing quietly in the background. You grabbed onto one of his fingers and shook his hand with a small smile, glancing at him to find his eyes drooping shut.

“Let’s sleep,” you told him, squeezing his finger and then letting go. “I’ll go change, don’t fall asleep before I get back.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mingi said between two yawns, stretching and getting up from his spot on the bed. “I’ll change too.”

He watched you leave the room, the clothes you’d brought to sleep in bundled up in your arms as you left to change. He sat back down on his bed, lazily changing into his own pyjamas. He sat there for a moment, rubbing his eyes. Your birthday was coming up next month but he knew that the way his schedule was looking he wouldn’t have time to do anything with you. He had taken you out for your birthday last year to your favourite boba tea shop and had paid for you both to get matching tattoos (small pairs of hands linking their pinkies on your hips), after which you’d hung out in a hotel, jumping around the small room and waving at passersby on the street below. It’d been perfect, really.

But the year before that he hadn’t had time to meet with you for your birthday - not during the week before or the week after - and while you understood and reassured him over and over that it was no big deal, when you both called on the night of your birthday, he could tell you were disappointed.

“I miss you,” he’d told you, sighing softly. You didn’t say anything but he was sure you were nodding on the other end. Suddenly there was a small sniffle from your end of the line and Mingi could feel his heart break in his chest. “But I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you’d said, voice unstable. “It’s weird growing up without you here.”

He chewed on his bottom lip now, wondering about your upcoming birthday. What could he do to make time for you? He was still mulling over the idea when you stepped back into his room, wearing a pair of sweatpants he’d bought you a few months ago. He grinned upon seeing them and shifted back into the bed, sighing softly as you turned off the light just to turn on the small lamp by his bed, climbing in beside him. You faced him in the dim lamplight, looking over the worried expression that had settled itself into his features.

“What’s up?” you asked, taking his hand in yours and rubbing circles into his palm with your thumbs.

“Nothing,” he replied almost automatically, taking a moment to consider his answer. “I don’t want to miss your birthday again.”

You stared for a moment before averting your gaze to look down at where your hands held onto his.

“You don’t have to worry if you do, Mingi. It’s your job, it’s not your fault,” you told him calmly. “There’s gonna be tons more birthdays in the future.”

“Exactly. And I wanna be there for every single one,” he told you firmly, pouting. With a quiet sigh, you wrapped an arm around him to pull him close, letting his head rest against your chest as you threaded your fingers through his hair. He made a small sound as though he was going to start speaking but then stopped, just shutting his eyes as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. Mingi wasn’t sure if you meant for him to hear the hushed words that left your lips but he listened intently anyway. “Any day we’re together is as special as my birthday.”

The next morning you left Mingi with a tight hug and a reassurance that he shouldn’t worry about your birthday, to which he nodded but looked no less worried. You hummed along to the radio on the drive back to your own apartment, the same melancholy feeling you always felt when leaving Mingi’s place settling in your chest. You were halfway back when tears began to well up in your eyes and you had to pull into a gas station to blink them away. You took the opportunity to go inside and get coffee and a protein bar, the taste of shitty gas station coffee having become familiar since you and Mingi had moved away from each other. When you finally felt recovered you got back into your car, only to sit there for another half hour as you thought about the last birthday you’d spent without Mingi.

The next month came far too quickly for Mingi. He called you everyday in the two weeks leading up to your birthday as it started to become painfully obvious that he wouldn’t have time to spend with you on the day. Three days before your birthday he couldn’t bring himself to call you, sending you only a few messages throughout the day to make sure you knew he wasn’t ignoring you.

Towards the end of the day, the inevitable message popped up on his screen.

hey are we doing anything for my birthday?

He stared at the notification, turning to look at Hongjoong who was sitting at the kitchen table. After a few moments of consideration he made his way over to him, fiddling with the friendship bracelet around his wrist.

“Do you think I can have the day off for Y/N’s birthday?” he asked, scared for a moment that he might’ve spoken too quietly for Hongjoong to hear him. Hongjoong turned to look at him, giving him a small shrug.

“It’s not really my choice,” he told Mingi with a sympathetic smile. “I don’t think they’ll let you, but you could ask our managers.”

Mingi stared and nodded, his vision suddenly blurring with tears as he puffed out his cheeks in a sigh.

“Mingi?” Hongjoong asked tentatively, reaching out a hand to take Mingi’s hand into his own. Mingi nodded quickly and sniffled, tilting his head upward. “Y’know, Y/N will understand.”

“I wish- it’s just that-”

Mingi stopped trying to talk then, embarrassed by the way his voice wavered with each word. He wanted to say that there shouldn’t be anything to have to understand - he should just be there with you. Hongjoong pulled Mingi down to sit beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Mingi stayed quiet, eventually leaning forward to rest his arms and head on the table, crying while Hongjoong tried to reassure him that you wouldn’t be upset. The other boys joined them after a while, telling jokes to try and cheer Mingi up, which worked until he checked his phone again before heading to bed.

it’s okay if you don’t have time but can u let me know?

mingiiii

okay i have to sleep

call me tomorrow! i missed u today

okay okay gn <333

He sighed loudly, throwing his phone on the bed. There was no way he was missing your birthday again. But was there really anything he could do?

The morning of your birthday you woke up to a video of Mingi singing you happy birthday, followed by a video of him and all of the boys singing you happy birthday once again. The last video was him wishing you a good day, explaining his schedule to you with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Finally, he promised to call you as soon as he could, flashing an apologetic smile before the video ended. You smiled at the screen, sending him a voice message to thank him and tell him about the weird dream you’d had last night. Of course you were disappointed that you wouldn’t be seeing him but hearing his voice was better than nothing at all. You’d see him soon, you tried to console yourself.

Your day went by the way birthdays usually did - lunch with your parents, dinner and drinks with your friends and answering messages from everyone on social media. As the day came to a close you realised that Mingi had yet to call you. You sat in the front seat of your car, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel along to a song Mingi had sent you yesterday, bottom lip jutting out in a small pout even though nobody was around to see it. You’d been there for an hour now but couldn’t bring yourself to leave the car. A shiver ran through your body and you finally reasoned with yourself that it was probably time to go inside.

When you got inside the apartment, it set in that you really were getting older without Mingi by your side. You remembered joking with him in high school that you’d probably be the only one out of your friends to stay in your hometown once school was done. In the end you’d moved away too, albeit being the last one to do so. It felt like a joke at the time - it had truth behind it but it was a joke all the same. How could you ever get older without Mingi by your side?

You mumbled along to the song you’d been listening to earlier as you showered and changed into comfy clothes, crawling into bed with a soft sigh. Maybe he wasn’t done with practice yet, you told yourself. They finished late often, so you shouldn’t worry that he hadn’t called yet. After a while you picked up your phone to check that you hadn’t silenced your notifications, heart twinging as you realised just how late it was. You should just go to sleep, you’d talk to him-

Bzzzt.

The noise of your front doorbell made you jump as you scrambled to get out of bed. Your brows drew together as you turned on the light in the hall, leaning forward to check who was outside your door at fuck’o’clock of the morning.

“Y/N, it’s really cold out here, can you-”

You’d barely opened the door when you flung yourself at Mingi in a hug, knocking the breath out of his lungs. His arms easily wrapped around you, walking you back into the apartment so that he could shut the door, shuddering slightly from the cold.

“Happy birthday, sexy,” he joked, grinning when you pulled back to slap his shoulder. His heart fluttered in his chest at the sight of you. You were visibly tired but the smile on your face lit up your features, filling Mingi’s stomach with butterflies. He’d made the right decision coming. “Are you gonna give me a tour?”

“Can we sleep first?” you asked, rubbing your eyes. “I didn’t clean anything up.”

“Since when do you clean?” he teased, turning off the hall light and following you into your bedroom. He admired the walls in the lamplight, smiling at the sight of all the ATEEZ albums you’d bought, along with the photocards and posters you’d put up. He noticed that you had his postcard stuck on the wall beside your bed but didn’t say anything, instead watching the way you crawled into bed with a quiet yawn. Once you’d settled, he got in beside you, smiling at the contented expression on your face.

“Thank you for coming,” you told him, taking one of his hands into one of yours and squeezing gently. He nodded and sighed softly, his eyes travelling over your features as though he hadn’t already memorised them long ago.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re growing up alone,” he mumbled, squeezing your hand.

“I have you,” you told him matter-of-factly. He shook his head a little, pouting. “It’s true!”

He couldn’t seem to come up with anything to say back, instead opting to lace his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. He paused after a while, staring at your knuckles as though he might find some beauty mark or scar he’d never seen before. Just when you were about to tease him for it, he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. You were sure your heart would burst out of your chest then, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

“Home is where the heart is, right?” he asked, and even though his voice was barely above a whisper you heard him clearly, nodding in response to his question. He pressed another kiss to the back of your hand. “Then my home’s with you.”

You grinned, his eyes finally looking up to meet yours, a smile playing upon his lips at the sight of your own expression. You laughed a little.

“So cheesy,” you teased him, laying one of your legs over his.

“As if you don’t order pizza with cheese stuffed crust,” he retorted, earning another laugh from you. Mingi tried to swallow his nerves but decided after a moment that maybe they weren’t so bad. They were proof that you were here in front of him, solid and laughing and just as lovely as the first time you’d made his heart skip a beat. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” you replied with no hesitation.

It was difficult to maintain the kiss with just how much you were both smiling, but somehow you managed, one of your hands coming up to play with the hair at the nape of Mingi’s neck. You finally parted from each other with a loud giggle, his lips meeting your cheek and forehead before he settled back down, smiling at you.

“Thank you for coming,” you told him again, squeezing his hand.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Just like all the other times you and Mingi slept in the same bed, you woke up with aching hips and red marks on your skin from having been in the same position all night. The only difference this time was that when you woke up, Mingi’s legs were still tangled with yours, his head tucked beneath your chin.

As always, the aches were worth waking up next to your best friend.

this is how you fall in love | Intro

Mingi x fem! tomboy blk reader.

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The sun was shining brightly, but raindrops were falling from the sky. You're in Mingi's bed. He felt nice with his warm skin against yours. Your fingertips softly drag down his bare back. Mingi snored loudly and oddly you find it to be soothing.

There was no romantic involvement between you and Mingi. But with how your bodies are in close proximity, with his arm and leg draped over you; It was evident that there was a connection between you both, despite ignoring the truth.

Mingi’s presence in your life was like a warm summer’s day and he was like cold rain. The boy you hated now became the boy you wanted. And for Mingi, it was the same.

The hate could have been something else that you were too afraid to explore any deeper.

And for Mingi, it wasn’t even hate anymore. He wasn’t sure if it was hate, to begin with.

 It was love. 

And being a teenager in love wasn’t like how it’s depicted in some movies. It’s messy and confusing; when you’re torn between your heart and what you’re feeling.

 Mingi vents to his best friends about how stupid love is. But you were the definition of that stupid love. When he was alone, all his thoughts were about you and every sappy love song, he heard was about you too. 

You breathe in his scent. He smelt of sweat and the outdoors. Mingi had played soccer earlier in the day and didn’t have time to shower when you showed up at his house crying because you and your dad had gotten into an argument. Comforting you was more important than a shower for Mingi. Besides, he thought he would take one after you calmed down, but you two ended up in his bed.

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A/N: So I started off with an intro chapter because the first chapter I wrote was ass and I deleted it. Regrets thoooo. 🙂

I don't have a set schedule of when I'll update. But I'm hoping I can every Sunday. 🤔

BTW I do take requests if you all ever want to request anything anime or Kpop or just whatever with blk reader. (No smut, sorry)

[6:35 PM]

“mingi, I’m really not that sick, it’s just a cold,” you croak out before another coughing fit starts and you’re writhing around in mild pain. you try to play it off like it’s nothing, but your subtle wheezing lets him know how you really feel.

mingi frowns at you from the doorway, shaking his head at your desperate attempts to convince him you’re fine.

it’s your anniversary today, and of course your cheesy (but absolutely precious and sweet) boyfriend planned a romantic night together where you’d go to a fancy restaurant and eat overpriced, tiny morsels of food while sipping even more expensive wine. it makes you both feel like young, rich CEOs for a night and it’s so lovely to just relax and talk for hours without responsibilities or interruptions.

unfortunately, the aforementioned interruptions arrived before the date did. you’re stuck in bed with the most painful sore throat of your entire life, your voice is almost gone and you cannot stop coughing. for a good minute, before he arrived to watch over you, you were pretty certain this would be the end (when you told him that, he called you dramatic but asked what your desired funeral plans were nonetheless).

mingi leaves for a moment to grab you another bottle of water and a throat lozenge and places them on your bedside table, taking a seat at your desk as your designated caregiver for the evening. he leans over to push your hair out of your face, and you can’t help but pout at him.

“don’t worry about it, muffin. you need to rest and I’m here to take care of you, okay?” he reassures you, smiling sweetly. you try to smile back, but you feel so guilty for ruining the night, even if it was something out of your control.

“but...you planned everything, mingi,” you say, bottom lip trembling a little as your eyes prick with tears, “and you were so excited about it.”

he shakes his head, gently cupping your face with his hand. leaning forward, he presses a kiss to your forehead. your hand finds his free one and you lace your fingers together, watching him silently for a few sweet moments.

"your health comes first." he smiles again. "besides, we're spending time together right now, no? who cares if we don't stick to the original plan, I'm still here with you and I couldn't be happier."

you want to add to the conversation but another coughing fit stops you when you try.

"well, maybe I'd be slightly happier if you weren't dying in my arms," he jokes and you smack him lightly.

it's still upsetting that you were unable to go out together, but you realise he's right. the whole point of an anniversary celebration is to spend time with the person you love, and even though you're falling asleep and your throat is kind of burning, mingi is still by your side tonight.

he pulls your blanket over you, tucking you in as you finally let your heavy eyelids close.

"happy anniversary, muffin," he whispers once you're asleep, "I love you."

[11:36 PM]

"minks, I'm ready! you can start it," you call out to your boyfriend as you skip down the hallway.

you hear a distant grumble of acknowledgement and when you enter the living room, you see mingi buried beneath the pile of pillows you'd collected in advance. he still has yet to press play on the movie despite your request, so you decide to pester him.

standing next to the couch where he's laying, you repeatedly poke his shoulder to get his attention. his head reappears from beneath the cushions and as his eyes focus on your form, they widen significantly.

"bun, are you, like, uh," he stutters, clearing his throat, "is that my shirt?"

you nod and spin around once, showing off the dark blue oversized shirt you stole from mingi's drawer minutes prior. it seems as though you've temporarily stunned him, so you do a little dance and jump around.

"it looks nice, right? I might have to steal the rest of your clothes, minkie," you joke as you bounce.

his eyes are still wide as ever and his mouth is a little 'o', but he sits up and makes grabby hands towards you. you shuffle forwards and he grabs your sleeves where they hang past the tips of your fingers, flapping them around.

"baby, you're so cute," he coos, pouting, "it's so big on you! you're so tiny, it's so oversized and I am going to cry about it."

you giggle and lightly smack his face with a sleeve. he opens his mouth in a silent scream of 'I can't handle this, oh my GOD', and stands up to squish your face with both hands.

"look at you! lord, forgive me for simping but I am so in love with you, y/n," he rants, planting small kisses all over your face while you simply stand there happily.

once he's satisfied with the number of kisses he's given you, he wraps his arms around your waist and falls back onto the pillow pile, bringing you down with him. you kiss his cheek, smiling.

“I’ll take that as permission to steal a few more shirts, yes?” you ask, running your fingers through his messy hair.

“please,” he responds, eyes closed and a big grin on his face, “steal as many as you’d like.”