#ateez fanfiction

ATEEZ Reactions: Meeting their mate. (Vampire!Ateez)

Seonghwa:

You had just arrived in a small town, searching for your next prey. No one was on the streets as it was an hour past midnight. Still, you walked around, hoping someone would come out as you didn’t want to break into anyone’s house.

When you walked towards the largest house at the end of the street, you could smell a bunch of vampire scents; one of them was extremely strong, causing you to stop in your tracks. You sniffed the air, the scent of that particular vampire driving you insane.

“Do I really smell that good?” you whipped around, eyes instantly meeting with beautiful, sparkling red ones.

The extremely handsome vampire approached you, cupping your cheek with his hand while he smirked. “I’m Seonghwa, your mate,” he leaned in, placing a kiss on your neck, making you feel ecstatic. “And you smell just as irresistible.”

Hongjoong:

“Even I can wear red contact lenses and call myself a vampire,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest while you glared at the red-haired man standing in front of you.

“Why did my mate have to be a human of all creatures?” Hongjoong groaned, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “How should I prove it to you?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, bite me? Suck my blood?” you chuckled.

Hongjoong’s red eyes glowed slightly at the thought of sinking his teeth into your skin, making you take a step back in shock. You blinked a couple of times, wondering if you were hallucinating.

“Y-Your eyes are glowing,” you murmured, eyes growing wide.

Hongjoong chuckled. “Are they? Oh, I wonder why,” he said with a smirk. “Do you believe me now, my mate?”

Yunho:

Yunho was lying down on the grass in a meadow, underneath the shade of a large tree. He let out a small sigh while he stared at the moving clouds in the sky, wondering when his loneliness would end.

Yunho could hear soft footsteps, but he paid no attention to it, assuming it was an animal. But when the footsteps got closer, he could smell something incredibly amazing that caused him to quickly sit up, glancing around until he spotted you picking some wild flowers.

Within a second, he was standing right in front of you, scanning you from head to toe.

“You must be my mate,” he said with a large smile, giggling when he heard your heart beating faster. “Or are vampire hybrids supposed to smell this… tempting?”

You chuckled. “No, you’re right, I am your mate.”

Yunho happily took your hands in his. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you.”

Yeosang:

The last thing Yeosang expected was to find his mate in a nightclub, making out with some other guy. It was already bad enough that you were a human—his kind’s prey.

Yeosang pushed the guy away from you before taking your hand, dragging you outside the club despite your protests.

He let go of your hand. “What the fuck were you doing?!”

“Excuse me? Me making out is none of your b—”

“Of course it is! You’re my mate!” he took a step towards you, making you take a step behind, your back pressing against the wall. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of your head. “I know you don’t know me… who and what I am… and you probably can’t feel what I feel…” he leaned closer to you, his lips stopping just a few millimeters away from yours, “but it’s my duty to love and protect you, and keep you by my side forever.”

San:

San sneaked into a hospital at 3AM, heading for the blood bank room to get him and his friend some blood bags. He could smell something heavenly, but he brushed it off, assuming he was just really thirsty.

When San got to the room, he was stunned to find you sitting on one of the chairs, drinking from a blood bag. You pulled away, giving him a smile once you realized who he is. “Didn’t expect to find my mate here,” you said with a chuckle, handing him the half empty blood bag. “Here, you’re clearly hungry.” you eyed him from head to toe while he drank from the bag, his red eyes never leaving yours.

Once he finished drinking, you couldn’t help but lean in, licking the stray drop of blood on his lips. San smirked, red eyes glowing, before he captured your lips with his own, enjoying the heavenly combination of your taste mixed with traces of blood.

Mingi:

Mingi walked into a vampire-themed café, mentally laughing at the coffin tables and the spider web decorations. He thought it would be funny to get some food from a vampire café.

You noticed Mingi take a seat at one of the tables and you approached him to take his order. “Good evening, sir! What would—” you gasped the moment your eyes met his, an ecstatic feeling immediately spreading through your body. Mingi could feel it, too.

“You’re a vampire,” you stated.

“And you’re a human.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I’m a vampire hybrid.”

Mingi’s eyes widened. “You look very… human. I can’t even smell the vampire side of you.”

“That’s probably cause of my diet. I can have blood, but I prefer human food,” you said with a smile. “Would you like to have some?” you teased.

Mingi smirked. “No, but I’d certainly like to have you.”

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung was walking beside a lake when something hard crashed into him, sending him flying in the air and into the water.

“Oh fuck!” you squeaked, mentally cursing your speed. “I’m so sorry!”

He got out of the water, glaring at you… until he noticed your unique scent. Of course, he knew who you were now.

“I’m so sorry… I just became a vampire a few days ago and I’m still figuring out how to control my speed,” you explained, trying your best to ignore his irresistible scent.

Wooyoung took a few steps towards you. “Did you know we vampires have mates?”

“No…” your eyes flickered between Wooyoung’s eyes and his lips.

Wooyoung leaned in, placing his lips on your neck, quickly marking you. “Well, you’re officially mine.”

Jongho:

Jongho had given up on searching for you years ago. He was convinced that he didn’t have a mate since he was the only mate-less one amongst his friends.

“I heard there’s a new vampire in town,” Seonghwa said. “My girl’s bringing her over right now.” Jongho didn’t really care and continued reading the book in his hands.

A delicious scent filled the air, causing Jongho’s to take a deep inhale. “Hyung, do you smell that?”

“Smell what? Oh, the lavenders?”

“No, no,” Jongho shook his head. “I don’t know how to des—”

The front door opened and you walked in with Seonghwa’s mate. Jongho loudly gasped at the sight of you, his red eyes immediately glowing like yours; he felt insanely happy.

“Looks like you’ve finally found your mate,” Seonghwa chuckled, patting the younger vampire’s back who was still in awe.

ATEEZ San: The Calm After The Storm. (Oneshot)

Genre: angst, fluff, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Reader (fem)

Word count:3.5k

Inspiration: Fifty Shades Freed

Warnings: profanities, alcohol, blood, guns, death, violence.

“What the fuck is this?!” you asked through gritted teeth, throwing the freshly printed photos at San’s chest.

Your husband didn’t have to look at them to know what you were talking about; his men had already reported to him that you watched the entire recording of him seducing his… target. 

“Babe—”

“No, San!” you yelled, cutting him off. “This is the fifth fucking time!”

“But the other one time wasn’t about this.”

“The other three, now four times were!” he was really getting on your nerves.

“Why are you overreacting?” he questioned with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/N, you knew I had no choice.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control your anger. “I understand that you had to seduce her. I know that it’s your job,” you tried to say calmly, but your voice was rising. “What I don’t understand is why you let her slip her fucking hand into your pants after you got the damn information that you wanted!”

San visibly gulped; he didn’t expect you to be this angry. He thought he was well prepared to face you after mentally forming the situation in his head. He knew you’d be pissed, but not to this extent.

“I pushed her away though,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, after like, five minutes,” you retort. “And the worst part was that you were clearly enjoying yourself in those five minutes! Do you know her or something?”

San sighed deeply, ignoring the question. “Babe, look, I’m sorry,” he apologized, not sure about what else he could say to calm you down. Your husband took your hand in his. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

You immediately ripped your hand away from his, rolling your eyes. “That’s what you always say, San.” He took a deep breath; you were testing his patience and he didn’t like people doing that.

“San,” you start, “How would you feel if you saw a guy kissing me and I get carried away and let him touchme?”

That struck him. Hard. He would hate it, obviously. San wouldn’t even hesitate to put a bullet through the man’s head if he touched you in any way.

San’s silence gave you the answer. “That’s what I thought,” you snorted.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” San apologized again. “But I still had to do it and you know that.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled and turned around, heading to your room; he still didn’t understand just how much it hurt you. It was already worse enough that you had to witness him kiss and touch all those women. But witnessing San let another woman touch him in the place where only you’re allowed to, not only pissed you off, but also hurt you deeply. As the seducer of the mafia gang, he was literally trained to not get carried away; his only job was to get whatever information was needed. San was a very, very skilled seducer and you knew that damn well. Although he did get carried away a few times, he never let his targets touch him. So you couldn’t understand why he let that happen now. You texted Yunho (your bestfriend and San’s close friend) to ask about that woman, knowing that he would never lie to you.

Your anger increased when Yunho replied: “Oh, she hooked up with San a couple of times back in high school.” You snorted in annoyance; so he let her touch him just because he knew her?

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone’s notification going off. Your friends were planning to go clubbing tonight as it was a Saturday. You were going to decline, knowing that San wouldn’t let you go if he wasn’t with you, but you decided against it; you had a plan in mind and you knew it would work.

You ignored San the entire afternoon. He tried to talk to you but you didn’t even spare him a glance. He sighed, leaving you alone to cool down.

-

“Where are you going?” San asked, looking at you from head to toe, while your four year old daughter, Minhee, played with some toy aeroplanes.

“Clubbing,” you answered without looking at him.

“You’re not going anywhere,” San said through gritted teeth. “Especially not wearing that.” You were wearing denim shorts and a black lace bralette that showed off your cleavage more than you’d usually prefer. You purposely chose this outfit, of course, and he knew that.

“You don’t get to decide where I go and what I wear,” you stated. You walked over to your daughter, placing a kiss on her head. “Minnie,” you called her by her nickname. “Mommy will be back soon, okay?” you said to your little angel before walking out the door.

-

“Y/N! You finally came!” one of your friends yelled, already drunk. She takes your hand and drags you through the crowd of people to get to the bar on the other side. “Three tequila shots for my friend here!”

A while later, you noticed Wooyoung and Mingi at the entrance of the club; you knew San would end up here as soon as he asks Seonghwa or Hongjoong to look after your daughter for the night.

And you were right.

San entered the club, dressed in all black, looking fucking hot. You wanted to go up to him and ask him to fuck you till you see stars; however, you were still pissed and had a plan to execute.

You quickly downed your shots and pulled your friend to join your other friends who were dancing. You danced with them until one of your friends introduced you to some random guys. One of the guys, who you found really good looking, started to dance with you. You noticed San sitting on a barstool, watching everything. At that moment, the guy you were dancing with put his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him, making San nearly break the glass he was holding. Perfect. Your plan was working.

When you glanced at where San was seated, he wasn’t there anymore. You glanced around, searching for him until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, dragging you away.

San dragged you downstairs where there were private rooms especially for him and his gang members as they owned this club. He took you to the room belonging to him, locking the door behind him.

“What the fuck were you doing?! How could you let him even lay a finger on you?!” your husband snarled through gritted teeth.

You snorted. “All he did was put his hands on my waist. At least he didn’t slip them into my pants and touch me.”

San now understood exactly why you did that; you were giving him a taste of his own medicine.

You moved to sit on the sofa, your legs starting to hurt from dancing so much. San kneeled down in front of you, placing his hands on the bare skin of your thigh. “Babe, I’m sorry. I’m an asshole, I know. But please understand that chick meant nothing to me. I didn’t even know her.”

You pushed his hands away from you. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” he lied.

“You hooked up with her in high school,” you deadpanned.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He just fucked up again. “Y/N, I didn’t mean to—”

You stood up from the couch. “No, fuck you, I’m done with you and your fucking bullshit,” you snarled angrily, cutting him off, before making your way back to your friends.

“They might take this route instead, we can’t predict what they’ll do,” Jongho said while moving around the meeting room; he was in charge of today’s meeting on some mafia gang who had tried to hack into your gang’s system to get information on your international drug deals.

During the meeting, your daughter’s nanny called you. You declined the call, sending her a text that you were in a meeting. She called again and you ignored it, thinking she wouldn’t have seen your message. When she called for the third time, you excused yourself from the meeting.

“I’m in a meeting, Jina, what is—”

“Mrs. Choi,” she sobbed. “T-They took Minnie…”

“What?! Who?!” you felt your stomach churn uneasily.

“I-I don’t know,” Jina cried, “They beat me up at the park till I passed out and t-took her away. They said they would c-contact you.”

“Where are you?” you asked.

“At a nearby hospital,” she said. “An old couple brought me here.”

“I’ll be there in five,” you said and hung up. You were just about to enter the meeting room, but an unknown number called you. You picked up, assuming it was your daughter’s kidnappers since you never got calls from unknown numbers.

“You have a beautiful daughter, Choi Y/N,” the man said. “I bet she would look even better with a slit throat, yeah?”

“Who are you? What do you want?” you asked, voice laced with venom.

The man chuckled. “It’s simple, your fucking gang has to pay for my loss.”

“Just tell me what the fuck you want!”

“Fifteen billion won in cash,” he said. “That’s the amount I lost because of you motherfuckers. Now listen to me carefully if you don’t want your precious child dead. You aren’t going to tell anyone about this. Not a word to your boss, Kim Hongjoong. Not a word to your pathetic husband, Choi San. I have eyes watching you, so don’t try to act smart. I know you’re having a meeting right now about a gang who tried to hack into your system.” your eyes widened; how the fuck does this guy know? “I’m giving you three hours,” he continued. “If you don’t get the money within that time, I’ll kill your daughter. Anyway, you’ll find a black van waiting for you outside the bank. Your time starts now, Mrs. Choi. Tick tock, tick tock,” he chuckled before hanging up.

“Fuck!” you yelled, tears spilling from your eyes. You ran your hand through your hair, trying to calm down; you felt like breaking down but you had to stay strong for your daughter. You wiped your tears before making your way back to the meeting room.

“I’m sorry, I’m feeling quite unwell,” you mumbled, quickly collecting your stuff. “Please continue without me.”

“Y/N, should I take you home?” San asked; you both still haven’t made up from the fight you had a week ago. He tried to talk to you a few days ago, but it resulted in a bigger fight.

“No!” you half-yelled in frustration, startling some of the people in the room. “I’m fine,” you said in a softer tone. You quickly left before San could follow you.

-

“Ah, Mrs. Choi, how can I help you?” the bank manager asked, taking a seat across you.

“I need fifteen billion won in cash,” you stated, stunning the manager.

“Ma'am, that is a very large amount so cash isn’t the best—”

“I need it in cash. It’s really urgent,” you said in an annoyed tone.

He gulped and nodded. “Please give me your national ID card.”

You handed it to him, fiddling with your fingers while he entered your details into the computer system.

“You have a joint account with your husband, Choi San, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Ma'am, we will need Mr. Choi’s confirmation as he is the primary account holder.”

You mentally cursed. “That won’t be necessary,” you stated, trying to control your anger.

The manager sighed. “All right, please give me a moment,” he said before leaving the room.

You groaned in frustration, putting your head in your heads. You couldn’t imagine what your little daughter was going through; you knew she would be scared to death. Your phone rang, interrupting your thoughts.

You declined the call when you saw it was your husband. When he called again, you had no choice but to pick it up, knowing he would keep calling you. “Hello?”

“Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you making such a huge transaction?” San questioned. You mentally cursed the bank manager for contacting San. “Y/N, answer me! What’s wrong?” You just kept quiet, knowing you’d break down if you opened your mouth. You heard San take a deep breath. “Are you leaving me or something? Is this about the fights we’ve been having? I’m sorry about that, I know it was my fault and I don’t deserve you, but please, let’s talk about this,” he begged, making your tears spill from your eyes. “Y/N, say something, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t,” you whispered, choking on a sob.

“Baby, please,” he begged. “Don’t leave me. Please, I’m begging you.”

“I’m sorry, San.”

There was silence on his end before he sighed. “Okay, take all the money you want,” he said and hung up.

A moment later, the manager came into the room. “Ma'am, Mr. Choi has given his permission for the transaction. The procedure for huge cash transactions are of course different, so I need you sign a few papers and write a cheque. It’ll take a little over half an hour to get the money in cash.”

-

As soon as you got the cash, you called your daughter’s kidnappers. “I assume you’ve got the money?”

“Yeah,” you replied.

“Good. You’ll see a black van from across the entrance of the bank,” he said and hung up.

You quickly made your way outside, easily spotting the van. You crossed the street and got into the van.

You couldn’t recognize the driver and the other man in the passenger seat. Your daughter wasn’t even here.

“Good job, Mrs. Choi,” the man in the passenger seat said with a smirk; you recognized him as the guy on the call.

“Where’s my child?”

“Relax,” he grinned. “We’re going to her right now.” He glanced at the driver who nodded and started driving.

“Ah, give me your phone,” the man said. “We don’t need your husband tracking us.” You hesitantly gave it and he switched it off.

After what felt like hours, you reached an old building. As soon as you got outside the car, you spotted your daughter tied to a wall, unconscious with a bleeding head.

“Minhee!” you yelled, running to her.

Before you could untie her, you felt an arm go around your neck, choking you. Even though you were trained to fight, you weren’t the best at it. Nevertheless, you tried to free yourself. You kicked the man in the shin, making his grip around you loosen. You took that opportunity to bite his hand before turning around, punching him in the face. You kept punching him until two other men grabbed you. You managed to get one of them injured by repeatedly kicking his private area, but the other guy one was too strong. He easily picked you and threw you onto the concrete floor, making you bang your head and knee. You groaned in pain, feeling a warm liquid running down your face. You pushed yourself to get up despite the excruciating pain you felt. His gun was pointed at you while he smiled. “Have a great time in hell, Choi Y/N.”

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard and the man dropped his gun, clenching his hand in pain. A few more gunshots were fired at him, instantly killing him.

“Y/N!” you heard San scream. He picked you up in his arms bridal style, and you got a glimpse of his teary eyes.

“Min-Minhee,” you murmured, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Seonghwa’s got her” was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

You slowly opened your ears, squinting due to the bright light. When your eyes adjusted, you realized you were in Yeosang’s mini hospital at your gang’s mansion. You turned your head to the side, spotting your husband reading some documents.

“San,” you murmured, but it wasn’t loud enough. “San,” you raised your voice a little, coughing due to your extremely dry throat.

San immediately turned to you, eyes widening. “Y/N!” He quickly poured you a glass of orange juice since that was the first thing he saw. He helped you drink the juice, feeling so relieved to see you finally awake.

“How are you feeling, my love?” he asked, taking your hand in his.

“Where’s Minhee?” you asked, panick clear in your eyes.

“Minnie is playing with Jongho and Yunho,” San said, making you sigh in relief that your daughter was alive. “She’s doing well. She got a few stitches, but it’s healing quickly. Our daughter is very brave.”

Your eyes teared up. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you about—”

“Shh, don’t,” he cupped your cheek. “I understand why you did what you did, babe. I would’ve done that too. Anyway, we wiped out that entire gang and got the money back.”

“What happened? How did you find me?”

“We killed all the four men and the other three who were hiding. One of them ran away to Japan, but Wooyoung and Mingi went there and killed him,” San explained before getting a little nervous. “And um, don’t be mad, but I put a tracker on your necklace.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Hey, see, it proved to be helpful!” he said, putting his hands up defensively.

Before you could reply, San placed his hand over your mouth. He took a deep breath while a wide smile spread on his face. “I also have some good news.”

“What’s the news?” you asked, voice muffled due to San’s hand on your mouth. He opened his mouth to reply, but the door burst open, revealing your daughter.

“Mommy!” she squealed, running to your bed, trying to get onto the bed that was too high for her.

San picked his daughter up, placing her beside you. “Be careful, angel. Mommy is still recovering.” The little girl nodded at her father before looking at you.

“How you feel, mommy?” she asked.

“Much better, now that you’re here,” you replied, tickling her chin. Your daughter giggled, moving away from you. She placed her little hands on your stomach.

“Come out fast so that we can play!”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you glanced at San. “About that…” he chuckled, taking your hand in his. “We’re having another baby. You’re pregnant.”

“W-What?” you gasped in shock. You and San had been trying to get another child for quite sometime now.

“Yeah,” he giggled, kissing the back of your hand. “You’re almost a month long and the baby is perfectly fine.”

Happy tears streamed down your face while your hands moved to your stomach. San kissed your head before pulling away a little. “I know I’ve been getting on your nerves a lot, but thank you for blessing me with Minhee and now another baby,” he mumbled. “I love you so much, my beautiful wife.” He crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, smiling into the kiss.

“Eww!” your daughter squealed in disgust. “I’m going to tell uncle Jongho that you’re kissing!”

San pulled away with a giggle before lifting his daughter into his arms, placing kisses all over her face while she squirmed around, laughing loudly.

You lovingly watched the two of them with a large smile on your face, and you couldn’t wait for the future when your new baby would arrive, adding more happiness to your and your family’s lives.

ATEEZ Yunho: Better (oneshot)

Genre: angst, fluff, bestfriends to lovers au, non-idol au.

Pairing: Yunho x reader

Warnings: alcoholism/alcohol abuse, mentions of getting help professionally.

“Please stop,” you cried, reaching out to grab the bottle of alcohol from your bestfriend; he had just gotten home from a bar and was drinking again. Yunho was drinking at almost every hour of the day, not stopping at all even after he passed out multiple times. 

You really don’t know when and how your bestfriend started drinking way more than a person should, but at this point, you were sure this was alcoholism. You wanted to get him out of it, but nothing you did seemed to work out; he even refused to get help professionally, saying that he’s not gonna pay so much just to talk to someone about his problems. If he wasn’t drinking at a bar, he was drinking in his apartment and it was starting to scare you.

“Get lost,” Yunho spat, not allowing you to take the bottle away from him.

“Yunho, please, this is way too much! You’re going to pass out again!” You really wished he would talk to you about his problems; you both were bestfriends ever middle school and you knew everything about each other. You don’t know why Yunho suddenly stopped opening up to you.

“Just leave, Y/N,” he said in a cold tone, taking a sip of the alcohol.

“I’m not going any—”

“Just leave!” he yelled, making you flinch a little. “Leave me the fuck alone! Go run to that fucking asshole!”

Your eyes widened. “What? Who?”

He chuckled bitterly. “You think I don’t know that you slept with Jae?”

“Yunho, I’ve never even spoken to him!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” he yelled, throwing the bottle at the wall. You jumped at the sound of the glass shattering. “I saw you leaving with him at that party!”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before you could calm him down. “Yunho, you’ve misunderstood! I left with Mingi, remember? You told him to drop me home! I—”

“Why am I not good enough for you? Why can’t you see how much I’m in love with you?” he mumbled, cutting you off, and you froze in place. Yunho sat down against the wall, staring at the space in front of him. “I can’t do well at my job. My friends ignore me most of the time. My family doesn’t bother contacting me. The woman I love doesn’t love me back. I only have alcohol.” So that’s what this was all about.

You kneeled beside your bestfriend, taking his face in your hands. He stared at you with his pain-filled eyes, causing your heart to ache. “Yunho, I didn’t know you fell in love with me. If I had known that, I would’ve told you that I feel the same way.”

He moved away from you. “I don’t want your pity, Y/N. Just leave me alone.”

“I love you, Yunho,” you confessed. “I’ve been in love with you for years. Why do you think I haven’t dated anyone?”

You reached out to hold his hands, but he pushed yours away harshly. “Leave me alone! I don’t give a fuck if you love me and I don’t need you in my life. I don’t want to see you ever again,” he said, slowly getting up from the floor. “So get out of my house. Now.”

You stood up from the floor, staring at him in disbelief. “Yun—” you paused. You were trying so hard to not cry, but you knew you would break down any second. You looked at his emotionless face before you nodded; you didn’t want to leave him in that state, but maybe he just needed to be alone right now.

You took your sling bag and pulled out a bottle of painkillers, knowing Yunho would need them in the morning. You left them on his dining table before you left.

It was pouring heavily outside, but you didn’t care. You walked in the rain with an aching heart and a mind filled with thoughts of Yunho.

“Y/N!”

You kept walking, eyes focused on the ground while your tears blended with the rain.

“Y/N!” Yunho grabbed your wrist, making you turn around. He was breathing heavily due to running after you. He cupped your cheeks, staring into your eyes. His eyes never left yours while took his leather jacket off, putting it over your head and then his own, shielding you both from the rain. You kept your eyes on the ground, but you could feel his eyes on you. You slowly looked up, noticing how there were only a few centimeters between you and him. Your eyes flickered between Yunho’s eyes and his lips, and he slowly leaned down, stopping at your parted lips, waiting for a few seconds to see if you would push him away. When you didn’t, he captured your lips with his own. Your hands moved down to grasp his shirt while you kissed him back; you’ve dreamed about kissing him for so many years.

Yunho pulled away after a while, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry for behaving like an asshole,” he murmured. “When you walked out the door, I felt like my whole world was shattering.” You cupped his cheek, making him look at you. “I-I can’t lose you, Y/N,” he continued. “I love you you much. I know it’s hard to love me, to be with me… but please give me a chance. I can’t see you with someone else. I promise to become better for you. I swear I’ll become better.”

“I love you and that’s why I’m willing to try,” you replied honestly. “But you have to let me help you, Yunho. You’re drinking way too much, it scares me. I almost get a heart attack whenever you pass out. I can’t lose you, Yunho, you mean the whole world to me. Please, let me help you.” your voice cracked at the end, making Yunho realize just how much his actions affected you. He took a deep breath before nodding his head; he wanted to become better not only for you, but also for himself.

Yunho wrapped his jacket around you before he lifted you bridal-style, carrying you back to his apartment to show you just how much he loves you.

[10:16 PM](idol!reader)

“Y/N, you know Jongho from Ateez, right? The perfect high notes guy,” the oldest member of your group said while walking with you to one of the vending machines in the venue.

“Yeah, I know him,” you said, controlling the urge to smile. “Why?”

“I think he has a crush on you.”

“What makes you think that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I noticed how he kept glancing at you during the show,” she replied. “And I overheard him tell Kang Yeosang that you look ‘absolutely stunning’tonight.”

“Oh…” your cheeks turned pink.

“Someone’s blushing!” she teased, gently nudging you with her elbow. “He seems nice… you should talk to him. If it turns into something more, I totally approve,” she said, surprising you; she was quite protective over you, being the 'mother’ of your group, so you really weren’t expecting that. While she got whatever she wanted from the vending machine, you took your phone out, sending a quick message to your boyfriend.

“One of my members caught you staring and talking about me. She told me to talk to you and would approve if we dated xD”

Jongho replied immediately. “Coming to introduce myself as your boyfriend now, babe ;)”

ATEEZ Hongjoong: All I need (oneshot)

Genre: mild angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing:Mafia!Hongjoong x Mafia!Reader (fem)

Warnings:mentions of guns, dry humping, riding, and clit play.

“Y/N, Hongjoong wants you in his office in ten minutes,” San informed you while arranging a stack of papers.

“Why?” you questioned, glancing up at him from your laptop. He shrugged in response. “Okay, I’ll go after I finish this,” you said, continuing your work of finding a couple of drug peddlers.

After completing half of your work, you made your way to Hongjoong’s lavish office. You knocked on the large double door, entering when you got his permission.

You weren’t surprised to see Hongjoong’s personal assistant bending over his bocote wood desk, her cleavage on full display for him. Hongjoong didn’t seem bothered, but it did bother you a lot. After all, the mafia boss is your significant other.

You cleared your throat. “You wanted to see me?” you said to your boyfriend who was scanning you from head to toe because of the new outfit you were wearing; he thought you looked absolutely stunning in the red dress that fell to your mid-thigh and hugged your curves.

“Can’t you see we’re busy here?” his assistant said, and you controlled the urge to roll your eyes. Sometimes you wished everyone knew about your relationship, but it was dangerous as you could be used as Hongjoong’s weakness by his enemies. Even people at his mafia organization couldn’t be completely trusted.

“I don’t give a fuck,” you said to his assistant before turning to your boyfriend. “San said you wanted to see me.”

“Yes, I had something to discuss with you,” Hongjoong stated before glancing at his assistant. “Could you leave us, Jina?” she rolled her eyes but obeyed him, having other work to do. She gave you a disgusted look and walked out of his office, purposely swaying her hips more, shutting the door harshly behind her.

“If you don’t fire her, I’m gonna personally put a bullet into her head,” you said in a stern tone, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You know she’s the best for this job, baby. I can’t fire her.” Of course, you knew that, but you still felt quite uncomfortable with her working with your boyfriend, considering that they used to fuck and only stopped once Hongjoong started dating you which was only four months ago; she also tries to seduce him on a daily basis, but Hongjoong doesn’t even glance at her.

“Lock the door and come here,” Hongjoong ordered, patting his lap. You locked the door but chose to sit on one of the sofas in his office. Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “That’s not where I asked you to sit.”

“I know,” you answered. Hongjoong got up from his chair, making his way towards you. He sat down beside you, pulling you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, making sure you wouldn’t get off his lap.

“I’m aware you dislike Jina, but you have nothing to worry about,” he said. “Are you still uncomfortable with her working here?”

“Of course I am, Joong,” you said. “She’s always constantly throwing herself at you. She even gets to go with you for all your business overseas. For all I know, she could be giving you the best suck of your life when I’m not around.”

Hongjoong chuckled, kissing the skin below your ear. “There’s only one person who can give me the suck of my life and that’s you. Your pretty mouth takes me so well.”

You snorted, looking away. “That’s probably what you told her as well,” you muttered.

Hongjoong cupped your cheek, making you look at him. “I know I’ve got some history with her, but trust me, you’re the only one I want and need,” he stated, gently stroking your skin with his thumb. “She could spread her legs wide for me, but she could never capture my heart like you did. You’re all I need, baby.”

Your heart raced at his words and you crashed your lips onto his, wrapping your arms around his neck. Hongjoong immediately kissed you back, pulling you closer to his body by your waist. He traced your bottom lip with his tongue, asking for permission which you happily granted. Without breaking the kiss, you moved to straddle his lap, hands moving to his hair. Hongjoong’s hands gripped your hips, pushing you down onto his growing bulge, making you let out a small moan while he moved you on his bulge. He broke the kiss, trailing kisses from your lips to your neck, easily finding your sweet spot that was so familiar to him. He sucked on it gently, not wanting to leave any marks for now. His hands moved down to your bare thighs, caressing your skin, before he pushed your dress up to your waist. Your hands reached down to unzip his pants, quickly freeing his hard cock. You got off of him and took your panties off, tossing it onto the space beside him before you came back to your previous position. You both had to be really quick, knowing someone could interrupt at any moment.

You pumped Hongjoong’s cock before lining it with your entrance. You gripped his shoulder while sank down on his length till the end. You gave yourself a few seconds to adjust to his size before you started bouncing on him. Hongjoong gripped your ass, helping you move faster on him. You bit your lip, preventing yourself from moaning when he started slamming you on his cock. You threw your head back when you felt him hitting your spot. “Fuck!” he groaned when your walls clenched around him repeatedly.

“Joong, I-I’m close,” you said when you felt the knot forming, eyes closing due to how good you felt.

“Me too.” Hongjoong licked his fingers before rubbing your clit in circular motions, giving it small taps and applying pressure to it. He gave your clit a slight pinch before rubbing it in an up and down motion. The pleasure was too much and you reached your high the second Hongjoong asked you to cum for him. You let him cum inside of you as you were on the pill, and you continued riding him for a few more seconds until you collapsed onto his chest.

You lifted your head up to look at him and he loved how your face looked post-orgasm. “Fuck, I love you,” he confessed, bringing your lips to his. You smiled against his lips, kissing him back for a few seconds before you got off of him, reaching for your panties. You quickly used his office’s bathroom and fixed your appearance.

“Do I look okay?” you asked Hongjoong who was now sitting on his chair, fiddling with his handgun. He nodded his head with a smile, admiring you. “You look gorgeous, Y/N.” You chuckled and walked over to him, placing a quick peck on his lips. “We have a date tonight, don’t forget.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he said with a smirk. You placed one more kiss on his lips before you started to leave.

Your hand paused on the door handle. “Oh and Joong?” you turned around to look at him with a smile.

“Hmm?”

“I love you too.”

[11:56 PM]

Bestfriend!Wooyoung got up earlier than usual just to make some soup, knowing you would have a terrible hangover due to the New Year’s eve party you both went to last night. When you sat at the dining table to drink the soup he made, you noticed how he was smirking.

“What?” you asked before you could take a sip, suspiciously eyeing him and then the soup. “You didn’t put something in this, did you?” He chuckled, shaking his head in response. “I don’t believe you, Woo.”

Wooyoung snorted before taking a spoon of the soup and drinking it. “See? I promise it’s totally fine.” You tried it yourself and it tasted amazing, so you continued having it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked Wooyoung who was smirking at you again. “What’s running on that mind of yours, Woo?” you questioned, taking a spoon of the soup.

“You,” he answered. “And your little drunk confession. I didn’t know you loved me that much, Y/N,” he teased and you nearly choked on your soup.

“W-What do you mean?” you asked, cheeks turning a shade of pink. Wooyoung grabbed his phone from the table, playing a video and handing his phone to you with a big grin.

“Jung Wooyoung, you irresistible, hot man!” drunk you yelled, standing on a table. All the guys were watching you, and Seonghwa and Yunho stood down beside you, making sure you wouldn’t fall from the table. “I love you! I’m so in love with you, Jung Wooyoung!” Some of the boys cheered and whistled while Wooyoung had the biggest smile on his face, his heart racing from your confession.

“Oh my god!” you groaned in embarrassment, avoiding looking at Wooyoung. He snorted, cupping your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he murmured, making your heart pound rapidly, before leaning down to kiss you, smiling against your lips when you kissed him back.

Wooyoung pulled away after a while, resting his forehead against yours. “Happy New Year, my love.”

-

Happy New Year everyone! I hope y'all have a safe, beautiful, and amazing year ahead. ❤

ATEEZ Reactions- Leading him/you on prank.

Warning: suggestive content

Seonghwa:

“Hwa!” you called out from your bedroom. “Could you come here?”

“Coming!” you heard your boyfriend say. A few seconds later, he entered the room. “What’s up, babe?”

You didn’t say a word. You only pulled your t-shirt over your head, making Seonghwa’s eyes widen. You took a few slow steps towards him, leaving a small gap between the two of you.

Seonghwa smirked, knowing exactly where this was going.

“Could you put some moisturizing cream on my back, please?”

You reached for the bottle of moisturizer that you kept ready on the bed, handing it to a surprised Seonghwa.

“O-Oh sure…” he mumbled, cheeks turning pink.

You silently laughed, telling him about the little prank you pulled after he moisturized your back.

“Babe! I was literally mentally scolding myself for my sinful thoughts,” Seonghwa whined adorably.

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong had been so touchy with you the whole day, but he never really did anything to you and neither did he let you do anything to him.

“Y/N, look at this,” Hongjoong said, turning his laptop so that you could clearly see the screen. “I wanna buy this for us.”

Your eyes widened at the sight of the imagine of what you assumed to be a vibrator. You didn’t have any issues with getting one, but you were just surprised with how straightforward your boyfriend was being.

“It’s great at relieving stress, you know? I think it’ll make us feel really good,” he continued, trying his best not to laugh.

“Well, yeah, vibrators are meant for that,” you mumbled, causing Hongjoong to burst out laughing.

“It’s a massager, babe! What were you thinking?!” he laughed harder when your cheeks heated up.

“I don’t like you,” you groaned, making him finally pull you into a kiss, telling you all about his little prank.

Yunho:

“Which flavor do you want?” you asked your boyfriend, showing him four different popsicles that you recently bought. You randomly got the idea of leading him on to see how he would react, and you knew the popsicles were the perfect prop.

“I’ll have the lemon one,” he said, and you handed it to him.

You took the strawberry-kiwi one, taking your time to have the cold dessert in an unusual way that would certainly capture Yunho’s attention.

You glanced at Yunho, pleased to see him already looking at you. You knew your dirty-minded boyfriend’s thoughts were anything but pure.

You put the popsicle into your mouth, lightly hollowing your cheeks, looking directly at Yunho who was almost done with his own popsicle.

You pulled the popsicle out of your mouth, giving it kitten licks exactly like how you do to him.

Yunho had enough, an obvious tent forming in his jeans. “If you keep having the popsicle like that… I might just replace it with something bigger and better.”

Yeosang:

Two weeks ago, you decided to pull the famous ‘leading my significant other on’ prank on Yeosang. The video got a lot of views and your YouTube channel gained a large number of subscribers.

Presently, Yeosang was pulling that prank on you. He waited for two whole weeks to do this as he knew you’d know what he was upto if he did it earlier.

After setting up the camera on the bookshelf, Yeosang sat beside you on the couch. “Babe?”

You didn’t take your eyes off your phone. “Hmm?”

Yeosang gently took your phone from you and placed it on the table. He moved back to his previous position before he leaned in. You were quite excited, considering Yeosang had subtly teased you the entire day.

You waited for him to kiss you and give you some relief, but he didn’t, much to your dismay. Yeosang smirked and you caught on to his plan. “I know what you’re trying to do,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stated innocently, using your exact words from two weeks ago.

San:

“What are you doing, baby?” San asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye while he drove. Your hand was on his thigh, just a few centimeters away from his crotch.

“Hm? Nothing,” you said, giving his thigh a squeeze.

San looked suspicious, but he chose to focus on the road instead, albeit it was a difficult task, especially when your hand moved further up.

San bit his lip, but his eyes were fixed on the road. “Babe… do you want me to crash?”

You didn’t reply and you didn’t move your hand away either. When San reached a red signal, you took the opportunity to place your hand over his growing bulge. “Oops.”

San knew exactly what you were trying to do. As soon as the signal light turned green, he took a turn that was in the opposite direction of your shared apartment. He drove to the parking lot of a nearby supermarket, surprising you that he couldn’t wait just a little bit longer.

“Now, sweetheart, I can’t drive with this problem you’ve caused,” he stated in a low tone. “So until you fix it, we aren’t going home.”

Mingi:

“Are you going out somewhere?” you asked your boyfriend, scanning his outfit from head to toe. You thought he looked insanely hot in the black denim jacket you bought for his birthday.

“No, I’m staying home,” he simply replied.

“Oh… why are you dressed up?” you asked, slightly confused. You assumed that he probably wanted to take pictures of himself.

“Can’t I look good for you?” he asked innocently, albeit his purpose of dressing like that was anything but innocent.

“For me?” you raised an eyebrow, a smile forming on your face.

“Mhmm.” He moved towards you, towering over your smaller form. “Do I look nice?” he questioned, hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Yeah…” you closed your eyes when he leaned down, ready for him to kiss you. But it never came.

Instead, Mingi pulled away, leaving you stunned for a good few seconds until you realized what he was trying to do.

“Mingi! Get back here!”

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his body while the two of you cuddled on the couch to watch a movie.

While you were so focused on the movie, Wooyoung wasn’t. He found it pretty boring and wanted to do something else, so he decided to play around with you.

Wooyoung placed a kiss on your shoulder, earning a smile from you in response. He slowly began trailing kisses from your shoulder to your sensitive neck, taking his time to mark your skin, successfully gaining all your attention.

When you turned around in his arms to kiss him, he only pecked you before getting off the couch. You thought he was gonna ask you to go to the bedroom, but he went to the kitchen instead, leaving you all hot and bothered.

“I’m gonna start making dinner now,” he said, trying not to laugh at your confused face.

You cleared your throat. “Well, that can wait. You better finish what you started or else we ain’t having sex for a week and—”

That was all it took for Wooyoung to run to you before dragging you to the bedroom.

Jongho:

Jongho was busy learning lyrics of a song he was going to perform. You scrolled through tiktok, watching videos of the 'leading my significant other on’ trend.

You couldn’t help but want to try it on your boyfriend, curious about how he would react.

You kept your phone aside before getting up from the couch, moving to the other couch which Jongho was lying down on.

You straddled his lap, surprising him. You leaned down slowly, barely brushing his lips with your own before you pulled away and got off of him.

Jongho got up, tossing his phone aside, easily picking you up bridal style before you could escape, making you let out a small squeak.

“You can’t just do that to me,” he said with a pout, carrying you to his bedroom.

“But I did.”

Jongho smirked. “Then be prepared to face the consequences now, doll,” he said, locking his bedroom door.

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Hongjoong x OC (written in 2nd person)

Word Count: 17k in total, 2.2k in this part. (Part 1,Part 2,Part 3)

Warnings for all parts combined: Mafia themes such as torture, abuse, violence, human auctions, murder, drugs, guns. Mentions of rape, human trafficking, sex slavery, organ trafficking, unprotected sex, pulling out, facesitting.

“What are you guys up to?” you questioned, plopping down on the couch beside Wooyoung. Yunho, Jongho, and San were seated on the opposite couch.

“Just talking about one of our hostages who we will kill tonight,” Yunho replied while playing with a rubik’s cube.

“What did they do?” you asked.

“He tried to sabotage our latest drug deal with a secret dealer from Russia. We didn’t know how he found out about it, but he spilled the beans on his gang,” San answered. “So we don’t need him anymore.”

“Well… rest in peace, I guess,” you remarked, making Wooyoung snort.

“Would’ve been better if we killed Yang Daeyoung instead.”

You turned to look at him. “Who exactly is he? I’ve heard his name a few times, but I’ve never gotten the opportunity to ask.”

Jongho gently cleared his throat. “He’s the man who raped and murdered Hongjoong’s sister. Him and three of his men. He wasn’t from a very powerful gang or anything, but he does his work extremely well. He wanted to take us down, and he used Hongjoong’s sister as bait to trap him. Hongjoong refused to give up on Ateez. By the time we managed to track Hongjoong, the damage was already done.” You felt your heart break; you couldn’t even imagine what your boyfriend had to go through.

“Where is Yang Daeyoung now?” you asked.

“Rotting in our torture chamber as we speak.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What?! Why haven’t you killed him yet?”

“We are looking for his child,” Hongjoong replied, joining the conversation. “The man has over five trillion won kept in a secret bank account. He also has information, good and bad, on every mafia gang and the corrupted politicians and locals involved. That’s why all gangs are still on the lookout for him even though we captured him eight months ago. He has a secret place somewhere in the world and only his child can access his possessions as he used iris pattern recognition. He has covered up everything though. We can’t find shit on any of his family members.”

“No amount of threatening or torturing works on him. We even told him that we’ll find his child and torture them,” Jongho added. “But he won’t reveal anything to us.”

“Maybe I can try?” you suggested. You did learn how to torture someone for information, but it wasn’t something you really enjoyed.

“Your chances are extremely low,” Wooyoung remarked.

“I’m aware of that. But even a little information could be helpful, right?”

“Go ahead then, sweetheart,” Hongjoong said with a smirk. “I’d love to see my girl torture that filthy bastard.”

You pecked his lips. “Then let’s go now, shall we?”

You made your way to the torture room, Hongjoong, Jongho, and Wooyoung following you. Seonghwa joined you after finishing his work in the interrogation room, satisfied with how much information he was able to obtain. Jongho entered a passcode for one of the rooms, letting everyone inside.

The room was pretty dark and looked like a jail cell. You saw a plate of untouched food on the floor. There was a chair in the middle of the room and a cot at the end of the room where Yang Daeyoung was sleeping, his back facing you all, long chains attached from his hands to a pipe.

Wooyoung moved to the sleeping form, giving the man a kick on his back to wake him up. “Get up, fucker.”

Yang Daeyoung groaned in pain before sitting up, looking at the faces of everyone in the room. As soon as you made eye contact with the man, your heart dropped to your stomach.

His eyes widened. “Kiah?! What are you doing here?!”

The boys immediately turned to look at you. You weren’t able to utter a word due to how shocked you were at seeing your own father there. His hair was quite long and he had a long beard and moustache. There were a few scars on his face and arms.

“How do you know her?” Hongjoong interrogated.

“Run from here, Kiah! They’re gonna kill you,” your father yelled at you.

“Do you know him?” Seonghwa asked you, but you weren’t able to answer. You felt sick. You felt terribly sick that it was your father who raped and murdered your lover’s sister.

Tears rolled down your eyes when you glanced at your boyfriend. How could you ever face him now?

“Kiah!” your father yelled, tugging hard on the chains, grabbing your attention. “Get out of here! They’re gonna torture you in front my eyes! They said they will find you and torture you!”

Hongjoong looked at you with an emotionless expression, finally understanding the situation. “You’re his daughter?” You couldn’t respond.

“Are you this bastard’s daughter?!” he yelled at you. Before you could answer him, he rushed out of the room. You couldn’t help but cry, burying your face in your hands, feeling your heart ache.

Your father glared at you angrily. “Why are you involved with Ateez?! What is wrong with—"

“Shut up!” you shouted, cutting him off. “You’re fucking pathetic! How could you r-rape someone when you have a daughter?! How could you lie to me all these years that you’re a cop, when you’re nothing but a heartless monster!” you sobbed loudly, collapsing onto the floor. You felt someone kneel beside you, wrapping their arms around you.

“Get away from her, Park Seonghwa!” your father spat.

Seonghwa turned to glare at him. “Shut it,” he said, before helping you stand up, taking you to your room.

You blankly stared at the window of your room from your bed, watching the horizon darker as night was approaching. It has been four days since you last saw Hongjoong. You felt nothing but emptiness and agony. You didn’t know if he was at the mansion or if he went somewhere as you haven’t left your room at all ever since Seonghwa brought you to it. The girls tried to make you eat, but you barely had the appetite to.

You sighed, forcing yourself to get out of bed to take a shower even though you were going to crawl right back into it.

Stripping out of your clothes and entering the shower, you pushed the tap, letting the warm water soak you. Closing your eyes, you could feel a dull ache in your chest when you began to think of Hongjoong. A sob got stuck in your throat, but escaped a few seconds later. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sat down, hugging your propped up knees. Your sobs got louder, and your throat was aching, tears mixing with the water running down your face.

After spending a few minutes crying until you couldn’t anymore, you finally washed your body and your hair.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and another one for your hair. You exited the bathroom after putting some clothes on, having no strength to dry your hair with a blow-dryer. You stopped in your tracks when you noticed a figure seated on your bed.

“I’m sorry…” Hongjoong apologized, getting off your bed and moving towards you. He stood in front of you with a pained expression on his beautiful face. You wondered how long he was waiting for you and you really hoped he didn’t hear you cry. Even if he didn’t, he could still tell you were crying as your red, puffy eyes gave it away.

“F-For what?” you stuttered, voice shaky.

Hongjoong sighed, looking down at his feet.  “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have left you alone when you were going through much worse. It was a shock for you too…”

Your eyes filled with tears. “I understand why you did it. It’s okay…”

He shook his head. “No, it’s not okay, baby. I’m ashamed of how I acted. You didn’t deserve that.”

You blinked, causing the tears brimming at your eyes to slide down your cheeks. Hongjoong reached up to cup your cheeks, gently wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He placed a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head in his hold. You pulled away from him, taking a deep breath. “Hongjoong, I-I think it’s best if we end things.” His eyes widened, heart aching due to your words. He opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could. “I’m the daughter of the man who raped and murdered your sister, Hongjoong. I-I can’t…” you paused, sobs taking over. “I can’t live with that fact. I can’t look at you without thinking about it.”

“I don’t care, Kiah,” he reached out to hold your hands, his own eyes filling with tears. “I love you. Do you understand? I fucking love you. Yes, I was furious when I found out that you were the daughter of that bastard, but you shouldn’t have to suffer because of him. You didn’t even know what he does for a living. It’s not your problem.”

You sniffled. “You don’t h-hate me?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Baby…” he sighed, pulling you into a hug, his own tears rolling down his beautiful face. “I could never hate you. Never. You’re the love of my life. Fuck, I can’t even live without you. These past four days… I felt like I was gonna go insane if I didn’t see you, but I had to give you some space.” You didn’t know what to say.

“There’s no me without you,” he continued, gently pushing you away so that he could see your face. “So please… never try to break up with me again. I’d rather die than live without you,” he cried. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest while you both cried together. Hongjoong placed soft kisses onto your head, trying to calm himself and you down.

When your sobs stopped, he gently pushed you away so that he could look at your face. He cupped your cheek, titling your head back before he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own in a soft kiss.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against you. “I love you,” he murmured.

You smile slightly. “I love you more.”

Epilogue

“Oh my god! We’re finally here!” Jiwoo squealed, running on the cooling sand. Ateez managed to find out the location of your father’s secret hideout in Fiji with the help of Yeosang who used your iris pattern to track the computer. Ateez managed to receive all your father’s possessions and now you all had flown across Fiji for a mini vacation.

“Jiwoo’s dream destination is Fiji and now we’re here,” San said, watching his girlfriend with love and adoration. You chuckled, watching San run after Jiwoo to join her little hyper session.

“We’re gonna go rest for a while,” Seonghwa stated, holding Aeji’s hand.

Wooyoung smirked. “I know what that means,” he said, earning a smack on his head from the older man before the couple went to their beach house in the chain of houses.

Hongjoong took your hand in his, intertwining it. “We’re gonna rest too. See you all for dinner,” he said, dragging you along to your little beach house.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence, sandals leaving prints on the sand, observing the various hues of orange, red, blue, and purple in the beautiful sky as the sun was setting. Hongjoong let go of your hand when you reached your beach house, pausing in his tracks. You gave him a questioning look, wondering why he wasn’t going inside.

He cleared his throat, moving his hands to wrap around your waist. “You’re the only one who could tame my temper, as the boys always say,“ he started, making you giggle. “The only one who could make my heart beat so fast. I’ve never wanted anything more in life than to be with you. You aren’t just my girlfriend, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. But now I’d like to change that,” he reached into his pocket, taking out a small velvet box.

Hongjoong got down on one knee, and you gasped, realizing what was about to happen. “I’d like to be upgraded from your boyfriend to your fiancé.” You chuckle at that and he opened the box, revealing a beautiful oval-shaped diamond ring.

“Moon Kiah, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

“Yes!” you squealed, face beaming with happiness. Hongjoong took your hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. He got up and you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. When you pulled away, he grinned before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you. Thank you for bringing light to my life.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you too, Joong. So much.” Hongjoong chuckled, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

You couldn’t wait for this new chapter in your life, spending it with Hongjoong by your side for the rest of eternity.

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Hongjoong x OC (written in 2nd person)

Word Count: 17k in total, 5k in this part. (Part 1,Part 2,Final Part)

Warnings for all parts combined: Mafia themes such as torture, abuse, violence, human auctions, murder, drugs, guns. Mentions of rape, human trafficking, sex slavery, organ trafficking, unprotected sex, pulling out, facesitting.

Three weeks later, you could pretty much call yourself a member of a mafia gang. Well, that’s what you were now even if you were in slight denial.

You spent a lot of time with Ateez. Hongjoong taught you how to shoot like a pro, Jongho taught you how to defend yourself if you don’t have a weapon, and Yeosang and Seonghwa taught you medical related stuff such as removing a bullet from a body and treating a gunshot wound. Yeosang also taught you the basics of hacking, but you sucked at it. San, Wooyoung, and Aeji taught you how to seduce a target, and you nearly died of embarrassment when you had to practice with Wooyoung as the target. Jiwoo pretty much gave you some of her bubbliness while she and Yeoreum taught you a bit about illegal international business deals. The three girls also told you a hell lot about their sex lives when you all had a girls’ night a few days ago. On the other hand, Yunho and Mingi were just playing ‘tossing Kiah’ (as they call it), which was literally just them throwing and catching you like as if you were a ball. The giants found it extremely fascinating that you were an entire foot shorter than them. Sometimes, they would use the top of your head as an armrest.

Hongjoong bought you a phone, but unfortunately, you couldn’t log into any of your social media accounts, or even your email as your cousin and uncle were searching for you and the culprits who made your cousin unconscious the night he was going to sell you.

“Kiah, do want some orange juice?” Mingi asked you from the kitchen while he poured himself a glass. You nod your head and he poured some for you too. Yeosang was there as well, busy eating fried chicken.

“Hey, Kiah?” Mingi called out, making you look up at him. “You never really told us about your parents.” He handed you your juice.

“My mother died when I was a newborn,” you replied, sipping on your juice. “My father… well, I rarely saw him after he made me live with my uncle. Now no one has seen him in months.” Both the boys noticed how sad you were when you spoke about your father. You really wanted to see him; you didn’t even know whether he was dead or alive.

“What’s your father’s name and age?” Yeosang questioned. “I could track him or at least find out if he’s all right.”

“Moon Dongwoo and he’s 49 years old,” you answered with a small smile. “Thank you, Yeosang." 

~

After about three hours, Yeosang approached you while you were talking to Aeji and some of the boys. He sat on the couch adjacent to you after briefly greeting everyone.

"So I tried to track your father, Kiah,” Yeosang stated nonchalantly. “And I found absolutely nothing.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“There are zero records of him,” Yeosang explained, “Like no bank or property details… To put it in simple words, it’s like as if he doesn’t exist.”

You frowned. “So he's… d-dead?”

“Don’t know,” Yeosang shrugged. “There are no death records either. There were a couple of men with the same name as him, but no one was 49 years old.”

You pondered about it for a while. Why would your dad erase all traces of his existence? Even if he didn’t, someone else did. But why?

“Wait,” you blurted out. “Did you check with the police station? My dad is a cop.”

San, who was listening to the conversation, nearly chokes on the sprite that he was drinking. “Your dad is a cop and you’re here, living in a mafia gang’s house?!”

“I know right?!” Yunho said from beside him and you only shrug in response.

“I checked the police station as well,” Yeosang remarked. “Still no records.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “That’s just strange. He’s a cop, there has to be at least something about him at the police station.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it, Kiah,” Yeosang said in a soft tone, giving you a reassuring smile. “We’ll find him.”

-

The next day after you woke up, you found everyone seated in the living room, lost in deep thought. You quietly sat beside Jiwoo, wondering whether you should ask why everyone is so quiet.

“That’s not a bad idea, actually,” Wooyoung said after glancing at you while you stared at him in confusion. What idea was he talking about?

“Yeah, it’s a terrible idea,” Hongjoong retorted, glancing at you as well.

“Kiah,” Mingi starts, grabbing your attention. “What do you think about attending a masquerade party?”

“You mean a mafia masquerade party?” you emphasized.  

“Of course,” he replied.

“Ah, it’s cool, I guess?” you said nonchalantly; you were getting used to the mafia life, and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like it.

“It’s settled then,” San stated, getting up from the couch and stretching his arms. “Kiah is Hongjoong’s date for the party.”

“Knew it,” Jongho murmured.

“No,” Hongjoong protested. “A lot of people saw her face at the auction. It’s a terrible idea.”

“Well, it’s a masquerade party hosted by our ally,” Seonghwa remarked. “No one will try shit even if they recognize her.”

“Plus, we’re all going to be there. We can’t leave Kiah alone here,” Yeoreum added and Jiwoo nodded her head in agreement.

Hongjoong sighed. “Fine.”

~

“You look gorgeous, Kiah!” Aeji squealed after doing your makeup. Yeoreum just finished doing Jiwoo’s hair and started doing your hair.

“Hongjoong won’t be able to keep his hands to himself,” Yeoreum remarked with a smirk, making you blush.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t made a move yet,” Aeji said.

“We all know he wants to,” Jiwoo mumbled while taking a mirror selfie.

You chuckled. “Nothing has happened yet.”

“Yet?” Yeoreum teased you, curling a strand of your hair with the curling iron. “So you want something to happen, huh?”

“I—”

“You obviously do.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her. “Don’t accidentally burn my hair, Yeoreum!” The girls laughed at the sight of you getting flustered 

“Kiah, what are you planning on wearing?” Aeji asked.

“The black cocktail dress.”

“No, you’re not wearing that,” she protests. “Wear the red dress Jiwoo got you last week.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“You’ll see,” she smirked.

~

After all of you got ready and slipped into your respective outfits, you went downstairs where the boys were waiting.

As soon as Hongjoong saw you, his lips parted slightly as he scanned you from head to toe. You were wearing a short, strapless red dress that fit your body perfectly, hugging your curves and exposing your highlighted collarbones. You wore silver wedges that matched the silver necklace around your neck. Your long hair was curled and your makeup was simple yet elegant.

“Hongjoong’s favorite color is red, by the way. Thank me later,” Aeji whispered to you, giving you a wink before she ran into Seonghwa’s arms. So that’s why she forced you to wear a red dress. You snorted at Aeji’s words before your eyes landed on Hongjoong. He looked absolutely ethereal in his black ripped jeans and white t-shirt underneath the leather jacket he was wearing. You expected to see the guys in suits, considering it was a masquerade event, but it looked like you all were going to a club instead. Oh well, maybe this is how the mafia rolls.

You heard someone clear their throat. “Um, if you’re both done eye-fucking each other, can we leave? We’re getting late,” San commented and Jiwoo laughed loudly at her boyfriend’s words. The other eight already left and you wondered how you didn’t even notice.

Hongjoong doesn’t utter a word; he only approaches you and takes your hand in his, leading you to the garage. You, Hongjoong, Jiwoo, and San were riding in the same car.

San begun driving and the car was filled with Jiwoo gushing about how she loved going for Stray Kids’ parties. San told you about how Wooyoung introduced Ateez to his friend, Changbin, and that’s how Ateez met the rest of Stray Kids.

After a while, you reached Stray Kids’ mansion. The exterior was lit up with blue and yellow lights.

Jiwoo handed you a pretty silver eye-mask and you put it on; Hongjoong wore a red mask, Jiwoo wore black, and San wore gold.

“Alright, let’s party!” Jiwoo squealed, pulling San along with her, practically running inside.

Hongjoong wrapped an arm around your waist as he led you inside Stray Kids’ mansion, scanning the crowd to see if he could find any of his allies.

“Ah, Hongjoong!” you heard someone say, catching your attention. Hongjoong’s arm leaves your waist to hug that person.

“Chan! It’s been so long, yeah?”

“Very,” he agreed before glancing at you. “I see you’ve got yourself a girl.”

Hongjoong chuckled. “This is Moon Kiah. Kiah, this is Bang Chan, the leader of Stray Kids.” Chan stretched his hand out and you shake it.

While Hongjoong spoke to Chan, Jiwoo dragged you away to get a drink. You wondered how hyper she would be when drunk, considering the fact that she was already pretty hyper when sober.

Jiwoo got a couple of tequila shots and you only downed three.  "Only three?“ she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah,” you answered with a small giggle. “I have very bad alcohol tolerance.”

Jiwoo took her own shots before Wooyoung dragged the two of you to introduce you to the other members of Stray Kids. You were seriously shocked by how young and polite these men were, despite being in the mafia.

“So whose girl is she gonna be now?” Changbin asked.  

“She’s Hongjoong’s girl,” Wooyoung answered, and you giggle at that, already a little drunk.

“Mhmm, yeah, I’m Hongjoong’s girl, hi!” you squealed before realizing that Jiwoo suddenly wasn’t there anymore. “Where’s Jiwoo?” you pouted  

“Probably would’ve found someone to talk to or she’s in some room with San,” Wooyoung replied. “Anyway, let’s get you to Hongjoong, little one.”

“I’m here,” you heard a familiar voice say behind you, making you jump a little before you turned around. “Kim Hongjoong, you…” you trailed off, admiring his face even though half of it was covered with the mask. "You’re so fucking hot, like what the actual fuck?!"  Wooyoung and Changbin laughed loudly before they walked away, leaving you alone with a slightly stunned Hongjoong.

"How much did you drink, hmm?” Hongjoong asked, looking down at you with soft eyes. You gave him a loving smile while your arms moved to wrap around his neck.

“Three tequila,” you mumbled before you suddenly squealed. The DJ started playing one of your favorite songs. “Dance with me,” you whispered in Hongjoong’s ear, pulling his body closer to yours.

Hongjoong danced with you for a little while, holding you close to his body so that you wouldn’t trip and fall in your 5-inch heels. After the song ended, he pulled you to a less crowded area to sit on the sofas. Your heartbeat sped up when Hongjoong made you sit on his lap instead of the free space beside him. You wrapped an arm around his neck while your other hand ran through his soft hair.

“What’s wrong with that guy?” you whispered in Hongjoong’s ear, glancing at a green-masked guy who was sitting near you, all alone on the floor, staring at the ceiling with a huge smile.

“Probably took LSD,” Hongjoong remarked after taking a quick glance at the man.

“Oh,” you murmured. “He’s a really bad boy. You shouldn’t take drugs. Okay, pretty boy?” Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, amused by the tipsy side of you. He chuckled prettily in your ear, pulling you even closer to him.

“I don’t do drugs, love.” He places his cold hand on the skin right above your knee. “I’m a good boy,” he whispered in a low tone. Hongjoong could clearly see how much he affected you.

“Liar,” you whispered in his ear. You place a kiss right below his ear before trailing kisses along his jawline. You stopped at his chin and pulled away. When his eyes met yours, you leaned in, finally pressing your lips against his. He responded immediately, kissing you back like as if there was no tomorrow. You’ve never been kissed with such intensity before.  Hongjoong’s hand that was just above your knee, began to move upwards. You weren’t drunk, just tipsy, so you knew what was happening; you were starting to feel really excited as his hand went higher and higher.

You heard someone clear their throat. “Kim Hongjoong?”

Hongjoong halted his actions and pulled away from you to look up at the woman who interrupted him. She had orange colored hair and was wearing a dark blue eye mask.

“Oh? Royeon?” he got up from his seat, making you stand up along with him. He sounded a little excited, and that made you feel a little jealous. Who was she?

Royeon smirked. “New girl, huh?”

Hongjoong ignored her comment. “Kiah, this is my friend, Royeon.”

She snorted. “Friend? I’m quite offended by that title, Joongie.” she pouts a little before turning to you. “I’m his first love.”

You kept a pokerface on. “That’s nice. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said nonchalantly, trying not to sound bothered about the fact that Hongjoong’s first love was standing right in front of your face. She was giving you a bad vibe and you absolutely hated how she was undressing Hongjoong with her eyes. You couldn’t deny that you had strong feelings for Kim Hongjoong and you were planning on telling him pretty soon.

You turned to Hongjoong with a small smile on your face. “I’m gonna go get a drink,” you said, purposely giving him a kiss that lasted a little longer than it should before you left him alone with his previous lover.

You didn’t get a drink. Instead, you went outside, exploring the lit up garden in Stray Kids’ mansion. The mansion was a little smaller than Ateez’s mansion, but was extremely beautiful nonetheless.

You walked to one of the trees that was lit up with blue lights, taking out your phone to take a few pictures of yourself.

“So Yang Daeyoung hasn’t been spotted anywhere?” you heard someone say.

“No,” another person replied. “He probably escaped to another country or died.”

"What about his child?” the first person asked.

“No one knows what he or she looks like. Anyway, we have to find Yang Daeyoung and his child before another gang does. I heard many gangs are still searching for him… especially Ateez and CIX. We need to get all that information before them.”

You were suddenly really interested in whatever the two people were talking about. You mentally reminded yourself to ask one of the Ateez members about this Yang Daeyoung guy later.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone here?” you heard someone say behind you, words slurred.

You turned to face the man who was in a green eye-mask. “Taking pictures as you can clearly see,” you answered the clearly drunk man.

He smirked. “I’m Jinseop,” he introduced. “And your attitude is really fucking turning me on, babygirl.”

“I didn’t ask,” you stated, rolling your eyes.

He took a step towards you and you didn’t move an inch. “You know,” he starts, placing a hand on your shoulder while he towered over you. “I heard Stray Kids have a few spare rooms here. How about we go upstairs and—”

“Get your fucking hands off her.”

Jinseop rolled his eyes, not even glancing at the person.

“Now,” the person growled. He froze when he finally realized who was talking to him.

“O-Oh, I’m sorry,” he apologized and quickly walked away, leaving you quite stunned.

“Wow, Kim Hongjoong,” you remark in amusement after a few seconds. “You scared someone.”

Hongjoong doesn’t say anything. He only walked towards you, and you involuntarily took a step back, making your back press against the cold surface of a wall. Hongjoong towered over your short height and you could tell he loved how small you looked next to him.

He cupped your cheek with one hand and places his lips against yours, gently kissing you before trailing kisses down to your neck. Your hands immediately went up to grab his hair while he started to suck and kiss the skin of your neck, making you moan softly. He smirked against your skin, absolutely loving how he was the one who was making you feel good. He brought his lips back to yours, kissing you a little harder than before while his hands moved down to your ass, grabbing it through the fabric of your dress. You gasped at his actions and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. He pulled away after a few seconds.

“You’re all mine, Moon Kiah.”

-

Hongjoong led you back inside and you immediately spot his ex-girlfriend who was trying to hit on an unbothered Yunho.

“Yunho,” Hongjoong called out and the man looked at him. Royeon’s attention was also now on the two of you. “Where are the rest? We have to leave soon.”

“I have no clue,” Yunho answered.  "Yeoreum just took Mingi to the bathroom. The man drank way too much.“

You noticed Royeon glaring at you, her eyes flickering between your neck and Hongjoong’s messed up hair; you realized that he probably left a nice mark on your neck. You smirked, loving her annoyed reaction. You wrapped your arms around Hongjoong’s waist and he smiled at you, draping an arm around your shoulders. Yunho controlled the urge to laugh once he realized what you just did.

Royeon cleared her throat. "So Hongjoong, did you get any news on Yang Daeyoung?” You felt Hongjoong stiffen a little.

“No,” Hongjoong simply replied.

She chuckled. “Oh well. That must really suck for you since all… that happened, huh?” You could tell Hongjoong was going to lose his temper. You were extremely curious about this person, considering the fact that you’ve heard about him twice in less than an hour. “I bet you’re dying to capture him. You would’ve planned so much to—”

“That’s none of your business, Royeon,” Yunho stated in a cold tone, cutting her off.

She raised her hands up defensively. “What I’m trying to say is I’d like to help.”

“We don’t need your help,” Hongjoong spat through gritted teeth and Royeon was taken aback. You wondered why she looked shocked; was Hongjoong a complete sweetheart to her or something when they were together?

She cleared her throat, clearly offended. “Alright… come over to my place whenever you want me, Hongjoong,” she said with a smirk before she walked away. You scoffed at her words and tightened your hold around Hongjoong who was quite amused by your reaction.

He put a finger under your chin to make you look up at him. “Maybe I should take up her offer, hmm?”

You scowled. “Don’t even think about it, Kim Hongjoong. You’re mine.”

“Say that again, baby.”

“You’re mine.”

Hongjoong crashed his lips onto yours and you kiss him back immediately, loving the feeling of his soft lips moving with yours.

“Oh, they’re finally doing something,” you heard Jongho say.

“Yeah, I was so tired of hearing Hongjoong whine everyday about how badly he wanted to kiss her,” Seonghwa remarked, and you smile against Hongjoong’s lips. You pulled away from the kiss, smiling widely at a blushing Hongjoong.

You turned your head to look at Seonghwa. “He was whining about that?” you asked in amusement.

“Oh, yeah, all the time,” he answered with a chuckle.

A drunk Wooyoung laughed loudly. “That’s not all! Hyung was also complaining about how Hongjoong junior was aching for—” Hongjoong smacked his palm over Wooyoung’s mouth, stopping him from exposing him.

“Hey, let him complete,” you stated, amused by the whole situation. Hongjoong shook his head in disagreement.

“We have to leave,” Hongjoong changed the topic. “Yunho, go get Mingi and Yeoreum. Seonghwa, call San and Yeosang.”

“Yeosang’s getting some upstairs after so long,” Yunho revealed. “He’ll be shit pissed if you guys interrupt him.”

Wooyoung chuckled. “After so long? He got pussy last week! And he’s with the same blonde chick upstairs.”

“No wonder he was the most excited to come here,” Jongho mumbled.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “Well, I want to leave now. Anyone else wants to come?”

“Hyung, you and Aeji can go,” Yunho said to Seonghwa. “Aeji’s really tired. I’ll come with the rest.”

Seonghwa nodded and the four of you leave first, walking to one of three cars. Seonghwa had to drive after losing a game of rock-paper-scissors to Hongjoong.

After he began driving, you wanted to ask who this Yang Daeyoung guy was, but you thought now didn’t seem like an appropriate time; you didn’t want to interrupt the peaceful silence in the car.

You were feeling quite drained out, so you rested your head on Hongjoong’s shoulder, trying your best to not fall asleep.

“Sleep, Kiah,” he mumbled, bringing your body closer to his. “I’ll wake you up when we reach,” he said, although he had no plans of doing that.

“Okay…” you closed your eyes, sleep taking over your body within a few minutes.

Hongjoong placed a soft kiss on your head. “I love you…”

5 months later.

As soon as Hongjoong came back home from his mission and stepped into your bedroom, you ran into his arms. “I missed you so much!” you mumbled against your boyfriend’s chest while he embraced you.

You started dating Hongjoong around three months ago when he finally got the courage to confess that he fell in love with you. To his relief, you were just as head over heels in love with him. The boys sometimes refer to you as ‘the one who tamed his temper’ as Hongjoong didn’t get annoyed very often anymore. You had also grown used to the mafia life, and you often found yourself enjoying it more than you should. You knew almost everything about the boys and the world you were now a part of. They even let you go on missions, sometimes letting you go solo. Hongjoong was always a little hesitant as he was scared something would happen to you, but he was getting used to it.

“I was only gone for a week, love,” Hongjoong chuckled and you sighed.

“It felt like years.” You pulled away from his chest to look at him. You pecked his lips before moving to sit on your bed, your boyfriend mirroring your actions.

“I got you a lot of chocolates,” he said, reaching out to grab your hand, intertwining it with his own. “I’ve kept them in the fridge.”

You smiled, lying down while you played with Hongjoong’s hand. “It’ll get over in two days,” you stated, knowing the boys would finish it before you could even grab a piece.

“Then I’ll go back and get you more.”

“I’d rather you stay here with me,” you mumbled, arms reaching out to hug your boyfriend. Hongjoong settled in your embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your hand moved to his hair, playing with his strands. Hongjoong couldn’t help but place a kiss on your sensitive neck, causing a chill to run down your spine. He began placing more kisses on your neck, smirking when he felt you grab a fistful of his hair. He trailed kisses from your neck to your jaw and finally to your lips.

“I love you,” he murmured, moving to hover above you. Cupping your cheek, Hongjoong gazed at you with nothing but love and adoration, making your heart race.

You grinned at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you too.” You pulled him into a kiss which he eagerly responded to. Lips moving with yours, Hongjoong took your bottom lip between his teeth, gently sucking on it before licking your lip as a way of asking for permission. You parted your lips wider, letting him slide his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues danced in a slow rhythm while Hongjoong rolled his hips against yours, making you moan. You gently pushed him away, making him look at you with a worried gaze, thinking he went too far. But you pushed him further, making him lie down on his back before you straddled his hips. Your hands pulled your t-shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor. Hongjoong’s eyes moved to your bra clad chest. You reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall from your chest.

“Can I touch you?” he asked. You took his hands, placing them on your chest in response. Hongjoong gently squeezed your boobs, thumbs running over your hardened nipples. He sat up a little so that his face could reach your chest. He placed kisses on your sternum before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, gently sucking on it, licking the small bud. He mirrored his actions for your other nipple, and your back arched in pleasure. When he pulled away, you immediately crashed your lips onto his in a hungry kiss. You involuntarily grinded down on his hard-on, a groan leaving his throat. Hongjoong’s hands moved to your hips, helping you move faster on his bulge.

“I want you, Joong,” you moaned out, making him get harder.

“Are you sure, baby?” he asked.

“Yeah. I want you to fuck me. Please,” you begged. You weren’t a virgin, but this was going to be your first time with Hongjoong.

He only smiled, halting your movements on his bulge. “Let me prep you, baby. Sit on my face.” You got off his lap to take your jeans off along with your panties. Hongjoong also stripped out his clothes, leaving himself bare in front of you for the first time. You involuntarily bit your lip, taking in the sight of his thick, hard cock. He looked absolutely irresistible.

Hongjoong climbed back onto the bed, lying down while he waited for you to straddle his face.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, a little hesitant to put your weight on his face.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he chuckled. “Sit comfortably.”

You lowered yourself onto his face, making sure you didn’t put all of your weight on him. Hongjoong’s hands gripped your ass, pulling you closer to his mouth. He wasted no time in lapping at your slit, collecting your wetness on his tongue. He moaned at your sweet taste, tongue dipping into your hole, his nose pressing onto your clit. He moved his mouth to latch onto your clit, giving your nub a few sucks before moving back to your hole. “Fuck!” you moaned, hands reaching down to grasp his hair while he fucked you with his tongue. You felt the familiar knot forming and you warned Hongjoong that you were close. He licked up and down your slit, lapping at your clit, pushing you to your high. You moaned out his name while you came on his face and he wasted no time in licking up your juices, a drop rolling down from his lips. When you moved your pussy away from his face, you got wetter at the sight of his lips glistening with your juices.

You moved down his body to return the favor, but he stopped you. “I’ll let you do that another time, babe. But now I really need to be inside of you.” Hongjoong sat up, piling pillows behind him before leaning back on it. “Are you on the pill?” he asked while pumping his cock.

“No…”

He groaned. “I don’t have condoms on me right now. They’re in my room.”

“It’s okay, you can just pull out,” you stated.  

“Are you sure, my love?”

“Mhmm.” You moved to straddle his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance. You sank down on his length, the stretch making you whimper. Once Hongjoong was fully inside of you, you placed your hands on his abs, slowly moving yourself up and down on his cock, coating it with your arousal. Hongjoong bucked his hips up to meet yours half-way. You leaned down to kiss him while you rolled your hips against his. You pulled away and smiled at him before you increased the pace. Your hands reached back to grab his thighs while you rode him. Hongjoong watched your boobs bounce along with you, the sight making him groan. When Hongjoong felt himself getting close, he switched positions, slipping out of you, making you whine. He only giggled, leaning down to peck your lips before he gripped your waist. Without any warning, he slammed his cock into you, making you gasp, your walls clenching violently around him while he fucked you hard and raw.

You gripped the bedsheets beneath you, feeling the knot forming in your lower area. “J-Joong… I—”

“I know, baby, I’m close too,” he groaned out, his thrusts getting sloppy. “You’re taking me so well, fuck.”

Hongjoong moved one hand down to your clit, his fingers rubbing your nub in circular motions. You screamed his name when your second orgasm washed over you. Hongjoong pulled out immediately, spilling onto your stomach. You reached out to pump his cock, milking him dry. Hongjoong collapsed beside you, body coated in a thin layer of sweat, hair sticking to his forehead. He pulled you into a sweet kiss a few seconds later.

“That was amazing,” he murmured against your lips. You smiled, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “Let’s clean up, hmm? Shower with me?” You nodded, letting him carry you to the bathroom.

ATEEZ Wooyoung: All ‘Cause of a Neck Kiss (oneshot)

Genre:fluff,smut, non idol au, bestfriends to lovers au.

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader (fem)

Inspiration: Based on this reaction that I wrote.

Word count:2.6k

Warnings: profanities, alcohol consumption.

“Okay, Y/N and Wooyoung get in the 3rd row,” Yunho said after placing everyone’s luggage in his car. You were going on a roadtrip to Boryeong with your bestfriend, Jung Wooyoung, his friends (who also became your friends) and some of their significant others.

You had to sit on Wooyoung’s lap at the back of Yunho’s 7-seater car as the seat beside you was occupied with some bags.

Wooyoung got into the car and sat down before you followed his actions, settling on his lap. “You good, Woo? Am I too heavy?” you asked, trying not to put all your weight on him.

“Nah, I’m all right,” he answered and placed an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “You can sit comfortably.” You were glad you were facing away from him; you didn’t want him to see how your cheeks heated up.

Once everyone was settled in both the cars, Yunho and Seonghwa began driving. Since it was really early in the morning, everyone decided to sleep during the two hour drive.

You weren’t feeling sleepy, so you were scrolling through your Instagram, looking at various posts. Wooyoung couldn’t sleep either; he pushed your hair to one side to see what you were looking at while resting his chin on your shoulder. You saw a post of a man kissing a woman’s neck and the caption said, “neck kissing is like heaven, except it mainly makes you breathe really hard and want to commit a lot of sins right then.”  You double tapped on your phone screen to like the post, causing Wooyoung to smirk; he couldn’t help but want to test it out.

He placed a gentle kiss to your neck to see how’d you’d react. You stopped breathing for a second; did your bestfriend just kiss your neck? Did the man you were so in love with—but didn’t have the guts to let him know as you were scared of ruining your friendship— just kiss your neck?

When you didn’t push him away or ask about his actions, he began placing more kisses onto your neck. You titled your head to give him more access to your neck, gripping his arm that was around you, causing him to smile against your skin.

“I didn’t know you like neck kisses this much,” Wooyoung murmured in your ear, his voice dropping a little. You turned around to face him and without thinking, you crashed your lips onto his. You couldn’t help but smile when he immediately kissed you back. You’ve dreamed of this very moment so many times, it felt unreal to you that it was actually happening. You moved your hand to his newly dyed black hair, tugging on the strands. His hold around you tightened and he pulled away. “That feels nice,” he said, a little breathlessly. You ran your hand through his hair, your heart swelling with some kinda happiness that you’ve never experienced before.

Wooyoung pecked your cheek. “I’m going to take you on a date after the trip, okay?” he stated, making you smile.

—

“Wow, it’s bigger than I expected,” Hongjoong said while walking with you towards the beach where a party was taking place; there were around three hundred people here. Initially, the plan for tonight was having dinner at a fancy restaurant, but Mingi and Jongho insisted on going to the party when one of the resort staff told them about it.

Wooyoung and the rest came here before you and Hongjoong, so you couldn’t see anyone. The two of you headed to the bar on the beach, deciding to drink something before searching for the others.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Hongjoong asked you.

You scanned through the various alcoholic beverages on the shelves.  “VS Hennessey, please,” you replied; it was Wooyoung’s favorite drink.

He snorted. “You’re spending too much time with Wooyoung,” he said and turned to the bartender. “One Martini and a VS Hennessey for the lady.”

A while later, Wooyoung, San, Yeosang and his girlfriend, Taehee, found you and Hongjoong at the bar. Wooyoung’s eyes darkened when he noticed the red bikini you were wearing. Your eyes were also on your bestfriend, taking in his swimming-shorts clad body. Wooyoung had been working out a lot, and you were in awe of the results: his arms were more muscular and his abs were more defined. His black hair was pulled into a small ponytail.

“Y/N!” Taehee squealed, running to hug you, already quite drunk. “The hottest guys in the country are all here!” she giggled.

Yeosang raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend’s statement. “Repeat that, babe?”

“But you’re the hottest of them all,” she quickly replied, pecking his lips before turning back to you. “Go get some dick, girl!”

Hongjoong nearly choked on his martini. You only laughed, gulping the remaining of your drink before you got up from your seat. “Dance with me, Tae,” you said, dragging her to the crowd where everyone was dancing, despite Yeosang’s protests.

You moved your body to the beat, quickly getting lost to the music. You knew Wooyoung’s eyes were on you the entire time, so you made sure to add a little sway to your moves in hopes of teasing him a little. You felt hands on your waist, making you turn around. Some random drunk guy was trying to dance with you; he was kinda cute, you had to admit. Wooyoung’s jaw clenched when he saw you dancing with the guy.

“So when are you going to make a move on Y/N?” San asked, grabbing Wooyoung’s attention.

“I already did,” he answered with a smug smile. “We kissed today morning in the car.”

“Finally,” San said, putting a french fry in his mouth. All your friends could see that you and Wooyoung had a thing for each other; they were all waiting for you both to realize that.

You danced with the random guy for a while until you excused yourself to get a drink. You took two shots of Vodka before going back to the dancing crowd. The guy you were dancing with moved on to another woman. You found Yeosang and Taehee making out in the crowd, and Yunho was dancing with some random girl. The song changed and you squealed when you realized it was one of yours and Wooyoung’s favorite songs. You glanced at where Wooyoung was seated, but he wasn’t there.

You felt someone wrap their arms around your waist, pulling you against their chest. One glance at the man’s arms was enough for you to know who he was.

“Let me hold you, girl caress my body, you got me going crazy, you turn me on, turn me on,” Wooyoung sang the lyrics in your ear. You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck while he sang the rest of the lyrics. You had a big smile on your face while you danced with him, admiring his beautiful face. Wooyoung leaned down to capture your lips with his own in a sweet, slow kiss; you could taste the Hennessey on his lips. He pulled away, placing a soft kiss on your temple. “Let’s get out of here.”

The two of you quickly made your way to your shared room at the resort, excitement running through your veins. Wooyoung unlocked the room door with the key before entering the room, pushing you against the door after locking it.

“You drive me crazy, baby,” he mumbled, cupping your cheek, he leaned down, stopping an inch away from your lips before he pulled away and walked to the bathroom.

You snorted, unsurprised that Wooyoung was teasing you now. You followed him into the bathroom. You washed your hands and legs, getting all the sand off. You sat on the bathroom counter, watching Wooyoung dry his hands after doing the same.

You decided to tease him by stripping yourself out of the red bikini, causing his jaw to drop. His lustful eyes roamed all over your naked body. You wanted him right now.

You moved towards him, pushing him against the wall, connecting your lips to your his. Wooyoung kissed you back while his hand traveled down to your bare ass, giving it a squeeze. You pulled away to move your lips to his neck, knowing he loves neck kisses just as much as you. You sucked and gently nibbled on his skin, making sure to leave a mark. Once you were done, you trailed kisses from his neck to his sharp jawline.

Wooyoung placed his hands on your waist to turn you around so that your back was pressed against his chest, and you were facing the full-length mirror in the bathroom. You watched him kiss the skin between your neck and shoulder, making you suck in a breath. One of Wooyoung’s hands moved to play with your tits while the other moved down to your heat. He ran his finger along your slit, collecting the wetness there. His eyes were on your reflection in the mirror while he placed his finger on your clit, rubbing it in up and down motions while his other hand massaged your breast.

“Fuck!” you moaned, throwing your head back against him, eyes closing in pleasure.

“You like that, baby?” he rubbed your nub faster in circular motions. “Open your eyes, sweetheart, look at what I’m doing to you.”

You opened your eyes and glanced at your reflection, watching Wooyoung pleasure your clit. Your breathing increased while he moved his fingers faster. He placed open-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder, and his other hand toyed with your nipple. He slipped two fingers into your entrance, spreading them open like scissors to stretch you out, making you moan and clench around his fingers.

“Woo, gonna cum soon,” you cried out when you felt the knot forming in your stomach. Wooyoung removed his fingers. You gasped, eyes going wide. “Why would you…?”

He kissed your shoulder, a smirk on his face. “Did you really think I would let you cum this easily after what you did? Hmm? Dancing with another man when you knew I was watching you.”

You smirked. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

Wooyoung snorted, taking your hand in his, dragging you to the bedroom. “I’m gonna show you who you belong to, baby,” he said, pushing you onto the bed before hovering above you. He trailed kisses from your neck to the space between your breasts. He gave each nipple a kiss and a little suck before trailing kisses further down your body. He stops at your glistening heat, glancing up at you. “You’re gorgeous,” he stated, spreading your legs wider. He kept his eyes on you while his tongue flicked your nub. He ran his tongue along your slit, moaning at your sweet taste. He gently sucked on your clit. “W-Woo, oh fuck,” you moaned, your hands moving down to grab his hair while he sucked harder. “I want you in me right now, Woo,” you managed to say through heavy breaths; you really just wanted to feel him balls deep inside of you.

Wooyoung moved away from you, his eyes held slight worry. “Are you sure?” he asked, and you nodded in response. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, Woo. Please, I want you in me right now,” you begged.

Wooyoung gave you a kiss before getting off the bed. He took a box of condoms out from his bag, taking out one of the foiled squares before turning to you. He slowly took his shorts and briefs off, making sure to tease you. You took in the sight of him, gasping at the sight of his naked, toned body.

Wooyoung climbed back onto the bed, ripping open the foil covering. He rolled the condom onto his length before hovering above you.

“Are you really sure about this?” he couldn’t help but ask; he knew you were conscious about who you slept with.

You propped yourself on your elbows, reaching up to kiss him. “I’m sure about this, I promise. I love you, Wooyoung,” you finally confessed.

A bright, happy smile immediately appeared on his face. He kissed you passionately, heart swelling with happiness. “I love you too, Y/N. Fuck I’ve been in love with you for so so long,” he said, kissing you all over your face, making you giggle. He kissed you for a few more seconds before he pulled away. He positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, keeping his eyes on you while you adjusted to his size.

“You good, babe?” he asked once he was fully in.

You nodded. “You can move now.”

Wooyoung thrusted in you slowly, sucking in a breath when he felt your walls clench around him. “So fucking tight,” he remarked, rolling his hips against yours. He laced his hands with your own, leaning down to kiss you. “I love you so much,” he murmured against your lips. You freed one of your hands to cup his cheek, pulling him back into the kiss. You swiped his lower lip with your tongue and he immediately gave you access to slither your tongue inside. Your tongues moved in a slow rhythm to match his slow thrusts, and your hand moved through Wooyoung’s soft hair. You moaned and gently bit his bottom lip when you felt him hit your g-spot, making him smile and pull away. “I found your spot, didn’t I?”

“Yeah…”

Wooyoung lifted one of your legs up, thrusting in faster and deeper. Your hands gripped the pillow beneath your head while you watched Wooyoung’s cock move in and out of you.

Your back arched when he repeatedly hit your spot, and you felt the familiar knot forming in your lower area. “Woo…” you moaned, your walls wildly clenching around him, making him groan in pleasure. He reached down to rub your clit, making you squirm. “Cum for me, my love.”

A few more thrusts and you screamed his name, eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure as you reached your high, your orgasm ripping through your body. Wooyoung came shortly after you, spilling his seed into the condom. He thrusted in a few more times before pulling out. He quickly disposed the used condom before moving back to the bed, pulling you into his arms. You stared up at him with loving eyes, making him kiss your forehead. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m just… happy,” you stated, running your hand through his hair that was slightly damp with his sweat. “I didn’t think you’d feel the same way.”

He snorted. “I assumed that too. I’ve been in love with you for nearly three years now. I was scared to tell you cause of our friendship…”

“You’ll always be my bestfriend, Woo,” you said, burying your face into the crook of his neck. His face fell a little; he wanted to be more than bestfriends. “But you’ve got an extra title now,” you continued.

He gently pushed you away from his body so that he could see your face. “Which is?”

You smirked, leaning in to kiss him. “My boyfriend.”

ATEEZ Reactions: Being on the same show as you. (Idol!Reader)

Seonghwa:

“Seonghwa is good at dancing to other groups, right?” the host of the variety show asked. Ateez nodded, explaining how Seonghwa loves to learn choreographies from other groups.

The host asked Seonghwa if he knew the choreography to your group’s latest song, and Seonghwa immediately nodded while San told the host that he saw Seonghwa learning it a few days ago. Of course, the host asked him to dance to it.

You watched your boyfriend dance to your group’s song in awe; he did it so gracefully and perfectly, not missing a single step or gesture. Ateez cheered for their oldest member, and so did your group; they were really surprised at how detailed it was.

“Seonghwa could be a member of your group,” the host joked. “Y/N would love that.” It was no secret that you admired Seonghwa a lot; your fans knew you loved Ateez. The only secret here was you were in a relationship with him.

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong, Jongho, you, and your group’s maknae were invited to a variety show where you basically have a drink with the hosts. For today’s episode, they decided to invite the leaders and maknaes of two groups.

Hongjoong was trying his best to not drink too much due to his poor alcohol tolerance, and it really isn’t a good idea to get drunk on a show when your lover is sitting right across you.

But that’s exactly what happened.

“Y/N is so beautiful, right?” drunk Hongjoong giggled. “We’ve been dating for almost two years now! But shh! It’s top secret!”

You were too drunk to care about the fact that Hongjoong just revealed your relationship. Instead, you began telling everyone how the two of you met while Hongjoong agreed to everything you said.

Your manager nearly got a heart attack, and Ateez’s manager could only sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please edit all of that out,” he said to the producer of the show.

Yunho:

You and Yunho were one of the judges for a dance survival contest. Fortunately, you got to sit right beside him.

Although the two of you were extremely professional, Yunho didn’t want to miss this opportunity to spend even a few seconds with you; time with your loved ones is extremely precious, especially when you’re an idol.

Yunho would intertwine your hands under the table, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb, making your cheeks turn pink. Luckily, there was a wall right behind where you and the rest of the judges were seated and the table was high enough, so Yunho’s actions weren’t noticeable at all.

Every break you got and every time the cameras weren’t on you, Yunho would somehow shower you with love by either verbalizing how much he loves you, or by doing little cute things like kissing your forehead.

Yeosang:

Yeosang was thrilled when he found out that the two of you would be the MCs for a music show for an entire year.

Of course, you were as happy as him. After all, you get to see your lover every week.

The two of you enjoyed filming together and wearing matching outfits. You got the chance to take and upload a lot of pictures with him without the public suspecting anything. Of course, a lot of fans shipped you both and even kept a ship name. You were really happy to see your fans being so supportive. However, you noticed a couple of fans calling you and Yeosang ‘cutest siblings.’

“Hey,bro, did you eat?” you teased your boyfriend.

Yeosang raised an eyebrow. “Babe, did you just call me bro?”

“Our fans said we’re siblingsso yeah, you’re in the bro-zone now.”

“All right, sis.”

You playfully hit his bicep. “Okay, eww, no! It’s babe to you,” you said, making him chuckle.

San:

The second San found out that he would be collaborating with you for an award show, he got extremely excited.

You were given only three weeks to practice, and those three weeks were the best weeks of San’s life as he got to spend soo much time with you. The choreographer was really close to San, so the two of you didn’t have to be secretive about your relationship.

On the day of the award show, fans went crazy about the performance; the two you you nailed it. The performance went viral and everyone praised the two of you. Fans were stunned at the chemistry between you and San, and they called it the best collaboration of the year.

After the award show, San spent the night with you. “Look at this article, babe!” he handed his phone to you. “Look at the pictures they’ve taken of us. Wow! You look so stunning. We did so well today.”

You chuckled, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Time to celebrate, yeah?”

Mingi:

“So we’re gonna play a rap part from Ateez’s Fireworks. Everyone except Mingi has to write down what they hear,” one of the hosts explained.

Once you heard Mingi’s rap part, you mentally smirked, knowing you’d get every word right. You quickly wrote down the lyrics, confident that you were right.

Most of the people did really well, but when it was your turn to read whatever you wrote, you were surprised that you got most of it wrong. You glanced at your boyfriend who raised an eyebrow at you, wondering how you did worse than more than half of the participants.

Later on when he came over to your apartment, he would be rapping to all of Ateez’s title tracks, making sure you remembered every word.

Wooyoung:

You were invited to a variety show where idols had to cook, and their food would be judged by actual chefs. The last thing you expected was your boyfriend getting invited too. The two of you didn’t have time to tell each other about this schedule, so you both were equally surprised to see each other at the venue.

“Oh my god. OH MY GOD! Y/N, the sauce is going to burn!” Wooyoung freaked out while whisking some eggs on the other side of the kitchen. “Babe, turn the stove off!” He didn’t even realize that he called you 'babe’ in front of the entire crew; they were shocked that you weren’t fazed by it.

You quickly turned the stove off before trying to stir the sauce that was kinda stuck to the pan. “Baby, the sauce is stuck!” you said, eyes widening in shock a few seconds later when you realized what you just called him. You glanced at the crew who were just as surprised as you.

The producer laughed. “Don’t worry, lovebirds, we’ll cut that out. Your secret is safe with us.”

Jongho:

“So what is Jongho’s ideal type?” one of the hosts of the variety show asked.

Jongho’s cheeks instantly turned pink and you could see the rest of Ateez struggling to not tease their maknae or glance at you. Your group members were also trying to control their smiles.

“Oh, I don’t really have a type,” Jongho answered honestly.

“But surely there must be something you look for in a person, right?”

“Well, I just want to be with someone who genuinely loves me and understands me… someone who I can show my vulnerable side to without feeling uncomfortable… I think that’s enough.”

“I hope you find that, Jongho,” the host said with a smile.

“I already have,” Jongho thought while glancing at you with heart eyes. You tried to control your smile but failed when you saw the happy smiles on all the Ateez members’ faces. They were so happy that Jongho had you in his life.

“

.”

San x Seong Hwa(slight mention of gn reader)✨

“Get up,”

“I can’t-”

“San, I said, get the fuck up!”

The aforementioned boy tries standing up, looking at his mentor.

“If you want to protect them, you have to learn it!”

San punched him straight to his face, making a cut to his cheek. His face whips to the right. He touches his cheek, scoffing, and looks at San, whose eyes were drooping.

“Why are you always so mean to me, Hwa hyung? Is it because I’m dating your sibling?”

Seong Hwa looks at him and smirks, before he lands a punch to his cheek.

“I hate you so much,”Seong Hwa murmurs, but it dies out as San punches him to the gut, making him howl in pain, not before he punches San back. Both of them lie down, and all you could hear were loud breaths, none of them willing to surrender in the practise. Both of them get up, looking at each other in the eye. Hwa crawls towards his, as they both stand up together, Hwa’s hand tipping San’s head by the chin, assessing his wounds as they slowly stand on two feet. His hands slowly drags down his chest, till he points at one specific place, where his strongest muscle lay.

“

.”

San slowly opens his slightly swollen eyes, and looks at him confused. Seong Hwa simply smiles at him.

“You’re good. Really good. Yes, it was nerve wrecking when I saw you both kissing, but, you’re a good guy, San-ah. I wanted to win this, because it feels like I lost my star to you, my baby sibling.”

San looks at him and smiles, pulling him into a hug.

“You will never lose them, take my word. You’ll always have them. Just maybe, I love them a bit more in ways you caaaaaaan’t-”

“Do you want me to kill you now?”Hwa pinches his opponent’s waist, making him yelp in pain, making him snicker.

“I guess I deserved that,”San mumbles, making Hwa smile, as they beeline into the restroom to talk more and probably fight less.

“ , -”

“- . -”

“ . , ’ .”

Song Min Gi

“Whatcha laughing at?” Yun Ho asks his roomie, as his face shines under the lit up phone screen.

“She’s so goofy,”Min Gi mumbles to himself, as he sees and giggles at the videos he took of you before leaving for college.

“You’re so in love with her, dude,”Yun Ho snickers, making Min Gi roll his eyes at him.

“I’m not in love with her! What the heck, man!”

“See? First stage:denial.”

“Whatever,”Min Gi gives back to resuming the video he was seeing. He decides to text you.

Min:You up?

You☀️:Yeah

Min:Can I call you?

You☀️:Sure! Is everything okay? Have you settled in alright?

Min:It’s been a year already

You☀️:Sorry, it’s you

Min:I’ll pretend I didn’t read it.

So, can I call?

You☀️:Okie!

Your phone begins to ring, making you smile.

“Hey,”you hear his deep, husky voice, making you grin.

“Hey,”you say, feeling his sigh over the phone, “what’s up?”

“Why are you whispering?”he asks you.

“My family is fast asleep,”you say, “unlike you. Why are you whispering?”

“Because, Yun Ho is asleep,”he says, making you snicker, “unlike you.”

“So, what happened?”

“Can’t I call my best friend?”

“In the middle of the night? Girl problems?”

“Really? That’s your best guess?”

“…”

“…fine. Yeah,”he mumbles, making your ears perk up, “I like this girl, like a lot. And uh, I don’t know if she likes me or not.”

“Who is this girl?”

“The one I met at a frat party last time?”

“The brunette?”

“Yeah, I guess,”he whispers the last part, hoping you wouldn’t hear it.

“Okay,”you say, sounding a bit weirded. Was it really some other girl? And if so, you should have been happy, right?

“So, um, see,”you begin, hoping to cover up some of the disappointment in your voice, “try to talk to her more. Get to know each other more.”

“What if we’ve already done that?”

“Hey, you know no lady better than you know me!”you say, making him giggle.

“That’s true. Then what?”

“Uh, then ask her out.”

“You know, I miss you so much,”he says, making you curl under the blanket, cuddling with the warmth, missing Min Gi the same way when he used to sneak into your room after every bad break up.

“I miss you too, Min,”you whisper, and you swore that you could practically hear him smile over the call.

“You know how I used to record funny videos-”

“Of your girlfriend and stare at them? Yeah.”

“Well, I’ve deleted them all haha, it’s just, there is one more folder remaining.”

“Whose?”

“Yours.”

“When did you record me?!”

“Well, you’re too cute to be not recorded-also serves as a good blackmail content.”

“Creep.”

“Love you.”

“Not funny, Min,”you whine over the call, but internally, you couldn’t believe him. Why would he record you doing weird stuffs?

“Remember the time you slipped in mud?”

“You have that on video??”

“Actually, Woo took it-”

“That little bitch-”

“Well, yeah. That little bitch has caught me slipping right after you.”

“Really?!”you start snickering hard, making Min Gi laugh too.

Min Gi had these videos, that kept him going through the phase of missing you. He still does. He knew Yun Ho was right. He loves you. More romantically, than platonically.

“ , -”

“- . -”

“ . , ’ .”

The line was silent for a while.

“Min, are you sure?”

“As sure as coming back home an finally growing a pair to ask you out on a date and kiss you.”

“I’ll be waiting for that, Mr Song,”you said, grinning wide.

“Of course, love. Also, wear that pink dress you wore in your profile on Kakao. You look gorgeous.”

“Alright, sir. Anything else?”

“Keep calling me sir, and maybe I’ll show you something more-”

“Go to sleep, Min!”you shy, making him snicker, “I’ll wait for you tomorrow.”

“Yep. Tomorrow it is,”he says, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Min Gi. Good night.”

“Goodnight, love. Sleep well.”

You both hung up the phone, but you both knew that neither of you would be able to sleep that night.

You were waiting for him. So was he. Waiting to finally tell you that he loves you.

In person.

“, ’ ?”

“,” .

“, , !”

Jeong Yun Ho

“What happened?”

“I want to go to the park,”the kid looks outside the window, a crestfallen expression on his face.

“Baby, you’ve got cold,”his father chimes, pouting, unable to bar his baby being sad.

“Dude, you do know that he is almost recovered, right?”

“Gi, but he’s still recovering,”he says, as he sees his kid still staring outside the window, “what if he catches cold again?”

“Yun, you’ve been taking amazing care of him. He’s a kid. Kids tend to catch cold. We adults go through that same shit too,”he says, trying to lighten the mood, “you can make him wear a jacket and muffler, you know.”

Yun Ho looks at his best friend, as if he grew two heads.

“You’re brilliant, man!”he squeals, making Min Gi roll his eyes at him, smiling lightly. As a single parent, Yun Ho worked his ass off behind Yujin; he saw his kid grow up without a mother. His sister’s kid. He took up Yujin after his sister died, and since then, he never let anyone or anything harm his nephew. He zooms into his room and grabs his sweater and a muffler, and grabs Yujin’s jacket from his room. He walks back into the living room towards his nephew, whose cheeks were pushed up with a pout.

“Hey bud,”Yun Ho squats down, reaching Yujin’s height, grabbing his attention, “lets get you on the ground.”

Yujin’s face lights up, head bopping continuously, agreeing to all the unsaid terms and conditions. Yun Ho grins looking at the kid’s face, helping him into the chocolate brown jacket, wrapping his muffler around his neck.

“Won’t uncle Min Gi come with us?”Yujin asks, doe eyes looking up at his uncle.

“Nah bud, uncle Min Gi has a date to go,”he chimes, eyes dreamily seeing into the distance, “I’ll drop by evening. Sounds good?”

“Yes!”Yujin squeals, fist in the air. Both his uncles laugh at him, when he runs by the door, eagerly wearing his shoes.

“Lets go Appa!!!”

Yun Ho smiles at him. Dusting his knees, he gets up. He looks at Min Gi, who’s smiling widely at hm.

“I’m not sure why you doing that, but you look hella creepy, man,”he says, as Min Gi’s smile slowly fades, “don’t scare your date away.”

“Yah!”Min Gi yells, following Yun Ho’s raspy laughter.

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“Did you bring Bambi?”Yujin asks, as Yun Ho holds his hands, walking down the park. Yun Ho smiles at him, taking out the brown bear with ochre yellow tee shirt. He jumps in excitement, taking the bear from his uncle, who gets his camera out from his pocket as well. Yujin rubs his nose on his jacket sleeve, that doesn’t go unnoticed by Yun Ho, who takes out a kerchief from his pockets and bends down, wiping the snot dripping down his nephew’s nose.

“Remember how I taught you to blow your nose in this, when it’s runny?”to which Yujin nods, taking the piece of cloth from his uncle’s hands and tucks it in the pocket of his jacket, smiling widely at him, and runs away.

“Don’t go too far!”Yun Ho screams, looking at his nephew running away, as he sits on a bench nearby. He looks around and sees the autumn leaves falling, the sunlight seeping through the cracks caused by the leaves in between the branches. Taking pose, he clicks a picture, satisfied with how it turned out. He looks around and decides to take more pictures. He looks around and sees Yujin playing with another kid, a girl with pigtails, wearing a similar brown jacket that his nephew was wearing, looking gleeful. He decides to capture the moment and smiles.

“Nice picture,”he hears a voice next to him. He turns around and sees you, wearing a beige coat, hair open, flowing in the direction of the wind. He kept staring at you like you were an alien.

“Um, you alright?”you snap your fingers in front of him, breaking him from the trance. He blinks his eyes twice and smiles at you, you smiling back, cheeks tinted primrose due to the cold, or was it-shy?

“Yeah, I’m alright,”he says, looking at the camera, “I’m sorry, you’re just really pretty,”he says, eyes widening with how direct he was. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, gaping at his frankness, nevertheless smiling, looking down at your feet. He smiles at you and then looks over at Yujin, who was playing with the girl on the swing now. He sees Yujin finding something on the ground. He walks over to him with the camera in his hand.

“, ’ ?”

“,” .

“, , !”

Yujin looks over at him and smiles, cheeks puffed up. Yun Ho smiles at him and returns back to where you were sitting.

“Is that your kid?”you ask him, looking in the direction of he kids. He smiles at you.

“He is. What about you? Got any of your own?”

“The girl your kid is playing with, is mine,”you say, making him smile at you.

“Then, probably us meeting was destined,”he says with a cheeky smile, making you laugh.

“Whatever,”you say, rolling your eyes at him jokingly. He looks at his kid playing with pebbles, offering one or two to your girl. He gets up and decides to capture the moment. He clicks the picture and smiles. The girl comes to you and shows the pebble Yujin gives her.

“What’s your name baby?”Yun Ho asks her, as she leans into you, shy. She stares up at you, waiting for a sign. Seeing you nod at her, she smiles and goes towards Yun Ho.

“Sakura.”

“It’s such a pretty name, for a pretty lady,” he says, making her smile, as she looks down at her shoes. So, thats from you, huh? She looks at you and runs away, running with Yujin.

“If you don’t mind, where’s her dad?”

“Um, he isn’t in the picture,”you say, “she’s actually my cousin’s kid. They passed away in a car crash, leaving her to me. She’s like my baby. I’m her godmother,”you say, as he looks at you, amazed. Was this how destiny worked?

“Then, I’d like to share something too,”he says, making you look at him, “Yujin isn’t my son. He’s my little sister’s kid, who passed away while giving birth to him. I’m the god father. The father ran away, leaving my sister alone. So, I took him in. He’s like my own kid.”

Now, it was your turn to be amazed. He smiles at the surprised look on your face, making him smile.

“Wow,”that’s what you say, making him laugh, “that’s…wow.”

“I know,”he says, “seems like we were destined to meet after all.”

You look at him and smile, cheeks rosy-confirmed, shy. Yujin runs over to you, hand in hand with Sakura. You smile at them, noticing their fondness for each other.

“I’m hungry,” Yujin pouts, looking at Yun Ho.

“What does that little tummy demand today?” Yun Ho asks in a soldierly voice, making you giggle.

“Sushi!”Yujin squeals and runs around with Sakura. Yun Ho smiles at them and looks at you, when Yujin decides to demand something more.

“Can Sakura come with us? Pwease…?”as he looks up at him with nothing but hope in those big, doe eyes.

“I was about to ask you if we can take Sakura’s mom too,”he says, excitement behind those eyes, making you laugh. Yujin looks at you and then at his father, asking him to bend down at his level. He whispers something in his ear, making Yun Ho smile and nod his head in agreement.

“Lets’ go,”Yun Ho says, Yujin dragging Sakura towards his car.

“What did Yujin say earlier?”you ask in curiosity. Yun Ho smiles at you and leans closer to your ear. Brushing a few strands and tucking them behind your ear, he smiles.

“He said you’re pretty and I should ask you out for dinner sometimes,”he said, making you smile shyly.

“Was it your thought or Yujin’s?”

“A bit of both ours,”he says, “the former was our thoughts together, the latter one was more of mine.”

“I would love to do it, too,”you say, making him grin.

Maybe, both of your kids were matchmakers in disguise, or maybe it was destiny-we’ll never know.

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Choi San

‘I did what I thought was the right thing to do. It was all me, my decision. I knew what I wanted, why I wanted, and there wasn’t any easier way to say this. Trust me, I knew; yet I did what was going to be the doom of me. The wrong. We’re so attracted towards the wrong things sometimes, that we really overlook what has been standing next to us the whole time, spectating the whole thing with teary eyes. Our conscience. ‘

San thought, as his eyes stared at the pool in front of him, waters glistening under the lights lit up around him.

Was he wrong to ask for something so forbidden?

Was it his fault for bearing feelings for someone who was so totally out of his reach, yet so reachable at the same time? Was bearing feelings for that certain someone so wrong, that he had to sacrifice so much? Was falling in love such a bad thing?

He kept wondering why he felt what he felt, when it wasn’t even his fault to begin with. Feelings are uncontrollable. They arise when you least expect them to. You don’t have a definitive hold over them, neither do you need to have any. After what was left behind was himself. He had to be there for himself.

‘I don’t need to feel bothered about it. I knew what I was asking for. I lived it, fell in love, got my heart broken by the only person I ever felt close to, physically and emotionally. I don’t regret anything; I really shouldn’t. What I can do is live it as a memory. Do I have any option anyways?’

He gets up, and stares at the setting sun casting a warm glow around him, on him. He smiled softy, although the eyes show what pain truly lie in them. He scoffs bitterly, checking his phone.

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Park Seong Hwa(birthday special)

“Hello ATINY,”you hear your boyfriend of 1 year livestream on VLIVE, clad in strawberry printed Hoodie, hair dyed caramel brown, more than 2 million people already joining the Birthday LIVE. He decided to hold a VLIVE at 12 AM, so that you could spend the entire day with him. But right now, he looked super adorable in the hoodie, that you couldn’t wait to cuddle him in those. He had a white bear plushie, and he peeked cutely from behind it.

“Meet my new friend, Haru,”he says, making you smile, “Sanni-ah gave me Haru as a gift. Isn’t she cute?”

You giggle at how he named it Haru, after your little sister, who loved him so much. Although he’s simply staring at the screen at the millions of ATINies, your heart slams in your chest, as your gaze wander off to the same soft eyes he gives you as he stares and admires you every time you guys hang out. Your heart warmed seeing him so happy. Seong always loved talking to ATINY, and right now, he was busy blabbering about how every member gave him a gift.

“Aah, I had good food. A lot of meat,”he says, as he skims through the line of wishes in the chat. You see the viewer count slowly rising to 2 and a half million, then slowly to 2.9 million. It was nearing 1 am midnight, and he was still chatting up.

“Aren’t you gonna sleep, love?”he smiles, reading your text in his mind, knowing you were awake to see him go LIVE. He yawns a bit, reading the comments of ATINY, and smiles. He reads a comment that makes him smile.

“Who does HwaSeong love the most?”

He laughs a bit and smiles wide.

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A faint blush creeps up your cheeks, as you see him ending the LIVE, only to see a message from him.

“I meant what I said. I love you. Can’t wait to say it to your face and see the blush, baby.”

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I forgot to post it on Hwa’s birthday! Better late than never! Happy birthday love<333

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San, Min Gi.

Yun Ho looks at his best friend, who was sitting with his knees crouched up, staring at your grave, occasionally picking at the grass and throwing it away. The sound of another car falls deaf on his ears, as he was lost in your memories. Yun Ho looks up from his phone to see the car halting, the man he called not too long ago stepping out of it, walking towards him.

“San-ah,” Yun Ho says, as he puts his phone in his pocket and brings him in a hug.

“Hey hyung,”he hears, separating him from the hug, “where is he?”

Yun Ho points his head in Min Gi’s direction, making San look at Min Gi. He takes a deep breath and sighs, and looks at Yun Ho, who nudges him to go ahead. He nods his head and looks over in Min Gi’s direction, slowly picking up pace in steps. He stands behind Min Gi and looks at your gravestone, the flowers properly put in place, making himself smile. He walks a bit near, crouching next to Min Gi, who still doesn’t acknowledge his presence.

“White Chrysanthemums, her favourite flowers,”San mumbles, making Min Gi look at him, eyes widened. San looks at him and gives him a small smile, earning forward to bring him in a hug, which surprises San, who thought Min Gi wouldn’t wanna see him. He hears sobs, patting his dong-saeng’s back, shushing him.

“It’s alright Min, let it out,”he says, looking up as to control his tears from falling, “shhh.”

“I still can’t believe she isn’t here anymore,”Min Gi says, removing him from the embrace, wiping his tears on the sleeve of his coat. San sighs, a tear drop rolling down his cheek.

“I know, and I am ready to take your anger on me-”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you blame me and Joong hyung,”San mumbles, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, sniffling.

“Hyung,”Min Gi says, holding his hand, “I was angry. I don’t blame you or Joong hyung.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, trust me. I don’t.”

San nods his head and stands up, brushing his back. Min Gi turns to look up at him. San turns his head around to look at his surroundings.

“You remember how we three used to come here,”San says, looking at the far away distance, making Min Gi hum, “then we brought others once. This was her favourite place.”

“Yeah,”Min Gi says, smiling at the nostalgia, “crazy how she used to run around without getting tired,”he says with a small laugh, to which San joins too. He sighs, looking up.

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Min Gi looks at him for a few seconds, before getting up. He towers over his hyung and hugs him, San hugging him back.

“Don’t say that hyung,”he says, “she loved you. You were her safe place.”

“I couldn’t protect her, Min Gi-ah,”San sniffles, “I couldn’t.”

“It’s okay. You tried. Don’t cry anymore,”he says, wiping San’s tears, “she would have been so angry seeing you cry like this. Or for the record, anyone of us. I maybe be angry at Joong hyung a little, but remember, I can never be angry at you. I love you so much,”he says, hugging him.

“Really?”

“Yes,”he says, looking at him, “she needs to rest now. Lets go,”he says, turning back once more to look at your grave, “she’s safe and watching over us.”

San looks over at your grave. He walks towards it and crouches down.

“Hey love,”he says, “forgive me for not being able to take care of you. You were and always be the moon of my life. My first real love. Rest now, bub. I’ll come again to visit you. I love you so much,”he says, putting his hand over his lips, and placing it on your gravestone. He gets up and walks towards Min Gi, hands in his pocket.

“Wanna get something to eat, hyung?”

“Yeah,”he says, “I would love to.”

Yun Ho looks at both of his friends, smiling to himself. He looks overhead at your gravestone, smiling, remembering how you used to say how time healed everything. It will take Min to be normal around his Joong hyung, but him going to eat with his San hyung was a start.

Maybe, time will heal everything after all.

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Jeong Yun Ho.

“This is so cool!” Yun Ho exclaims, as he runs along the shore, the waves hitting his feet furiously, making him giggle. You giggle at his cheerfulness, making your heart soar, a million butterflies swarming in your tummy. Seeing your boyfriend happy made you happy, cause, why not? He was your happy pill.

You decide to take a Polaroid of him enjoying.

“Yun!”you yell, making him look at you, “strike a pose!”

He being the goofball, strikes the most Yun Ho-pose he could, making you laugh.

You click the picture, a Polaroid sliding down the slit below the lens. You take it and look at it, smiling. You put it in your bag and join Yun Ho in running down the shore, him chasing you, coming from behind, lifting you in the air, laughing.

After spending the whole day at the beach, you both come back home and retire in the bed, snuggling into each others arms, giggling like high school kids crushing, or more, in love with each other.

“Happy birthday baby,”you say, looking up at him, nuzzling his nose, making him smile, “I love you.”

“Thank you love,”he mumbles against your lips, making you smile in the kiss, “I love you more. Thank you for an amazing day.”

“Of course,”you say, laughing because of the weight of his leg on your hip, “anything for my best boy.”

“Mhm,”he says, kissing the top of your head, “I had the best day.”

“I’m glad you had fun baby,”you reply, “I was planning-”

Before continuing, you hear soft snores, making you giggle. Smiling at him, you slowly detach yourself from his grip. Pecking his cheek, you get up from the bed, and walk into the living room.

“I should do this before I forget,”you mumble to yourself, before settling down on one of the chairs around the dining table. You grab your bag and pull out the polaroids you took. You grab a black marker from the pen stand near the kitchen counter, scribbling down something. You take a refrigerator magnet and stick it on the freezer, a huge smile plastering your face. You hear the pitter patter of feet down the living room, revealing your boyfriend.

“What are you doing baby?”he asks in his deep, raspy voice, eyes fill of sleep.

“Why are you up?”you counterask him.

“You weren’t there next to me,”he says, back hugging you, making you giggle, “you know I can’t sleep without you near me.”

“I had to do this before I forgot,”you laugh at him, pointing at the freezer. His sleepy eyes follow the direction of your finger, smiling.

“Fun near the ocean,”he mumbles, “you’re a photographer, baby.”

“Thank you, but, the model matters too,”you flirt back, making him smirk.

“Mhm, the photographer is way hotter than I am,”he says, fingers dancing on your hips, kissing the back of your head.

“Lets go sleep,”you say, walking slowly with your soft giant boy boyfriend sleepily holding onto your waist.

“Mhm,”he says, making you laugh, “I love you baby.”

“I love you too, Yun. Happy birthday once again,”you says, as you drag him to the bedroom, you falling on the bed, he falling on top of you, head resting on your chest, both drifting into the wonderland of love and goofiness.

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Happy Birthday, Yun Ho!

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Previous-Part 6-Masterlist.

• Min Gi, Yun Ho.

“You good bro?”Yun Ho asks Min Gi, as he drives to their destination. Holding a white Chrysanthemum in his hand, Min Gi sits deadly silent. Yun Ho looks at him once, then sighs, training his eyes on the road.

The road to the destination was the most silent with a chatty Min Gi going silent. Yun Ho sighs softly and looks out of the window, the monotonous background of the car making him more nervous than he already was.

“Did everyone get there?”his ears perk up, hearing his best friend speak up, not looking away from the window.

“Yeah, everyone went there this morning,”Yun Ho answered, receiving a small hum from Min Gi.

“What about San & Hong Joong hyung?”

“I don’t know about San, but Jong Ho texted me that Woo Young brought Joong hyung.”

“Oh.”

Dead silence.

“Do you perhaps wanna hear some music?”

“It’s your car, Yun Ho,”Min Gi looks at him, and gives him a tight lipped smile, “you can play if you want.”

“Thanks for stating the obvious,”Yun Ho jokes, making Min Gi emit a light scoff, “but you’re riding along, too. The passenger’s comfort is my duty.”

“Duty, huh? When did the Jeong Yun Ho become so sound to his duties?”

“Hey, hey, hey,”Yun Ho retorts, looking at Min Gi, “now,that’s not fair. I’ve always been aware of my duties, hoe.”

“And, here I was thinking that you are the hoe,”Min Gi says, earning a small laugh from Yun Ho. Yun Ho looks at him and smiles, making Min Gi smile a bit.

“I miss her, Yun,”he says, looking at the flower on his lap, “I miss her so much.”

“I know, buddy,”he mumbles, “we all do.”

“For the first time I felt so alive in this business, knowing I have a best friend waiting back for me-”

“I know it’s not the time, but I’m so offended hearing that,”Yun Ho jokes, making Min Gi laugh a bit.

“You know I didn’t mean like that,”he says, making Yun Ho mumble an ‘I know, man’, he continues,

“It’s like, um, you know, she has always been there on every path I’ve trodden on, and it sucks man; knowing I won’t have her again with me, here.”

“Again, not feeling offended at all,”Yun Ho mumbles, making Min Gi whine.

“C’mon, man!”

“Sorry, sorry; I just can’t see my best friend sad,”Yun Ho says, making Min Gi smile at him sadly.

“I’m so lucky to have you, man,”he says, looking at Yun Ho, “thank you.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,”Yun Ho says, looking at him, “a thank you? Really? What’s the matter with you? Have you really decided to start this day by saying things sheerly to offend me?”

Min Gi laughs listening to this, making Yun Ho give him a playful glare, then ultimately break out into a smile. He knew how depressed his best friend has been for the past few months, moping around the basement, looking through files, and stopping to look at his lock screen and wallpaper when he didn’t have absolutely nothing to do. Seeing him laugh even the tiniest bit made him breathe a sigh of relief, knowing he hasn’t lost his best friend entirely.

As the car slowly comes to a halt, as Min Gi’s smile slowly drops, knowing he has to pay the final respects to his best friend. He looks over at Yun Ho, who places a hand on his best friend’s shoulder and squeezes it slightly, nodding at him. Min Gi nods back, and opens the door, stepping out of it. Yun Ho steps out of the car at the same time, urging Min Gi to go ahead. Min Gi looks at him, and walks towards the grey tombstone, with your name and a few flowers in front of it, signalling everyone paid their homage to you. He kneels on one knee, putting the scattered flowers in place, and smiles.

“Hey,”he says, smiling sadly, “it’s me. I have never done this before, and I never hoped I had to, especially with you, baby. I still remember how you never allowed San to call you ‘baby’ because you were my baby, and he used to sit with a sulky face. I, don’t know what more to say. I’m trying so hard baby not to cry, but, I miss you. I miss you so much.”

He takes the white Chrysanthemum he brought for you in his hand, and closes his eyes.

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Yun Ho leans against the door of his car and looks at the shaking shoulders of his best friend, sighing.

He tries hard not to shed any tears, so he looks down. He decided to ring up the last person Min Gi wanted to look forward to talk or meet.

“Hyung? What’s up?”

“He’s here with her.”

“Okay.”

“Have you been crying?”

“Does it matter?”

“Listen, it’s not your fault, okay. Come here. He’s here.”

“He hates me,”he hears the man mumble on the phone, making him sigh.

“He can never hate you. It’s Min Gi. You both have been through so much,”he tries to reason out with the man on the other side of the phone, “he will never hate you. Don’t worry.”

“Okay,” he hears a breathy sigh, “I will come.”

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QOTD:Whom do you think the Yun Ho called?

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Previous-Part 5-Masterlist.

• Hong Joong, Woo Young.

“Will you tell us where you are?”The man hears Jong Ho’s voice booming through the speaker in his car, turning around the corner.

“All in good time, Jong,”the man mumbles, “all in good time. I’ll call you later.”

“Hyung-”

Before he could complete the sentence, the man cuts the call, and puts the phone in the pocket of his coat, unlocking the door to get out and looks overhead at the mansion behind the white gates. He walks as poised as he could, and nods at the security guard, who acknowledges his presence and lets him in. As he enters the mansion, his sight falls on the old house cleaner who you were close to, cleaning the pictures on the wall with a sad smile, including the family picture, staring at it, probably reminiscing the good times she got to see and spend with you and your parents. She seemed to hear the clank of his shoes against the marble floor, since she lifted her head and looked at the man.

“Woo Young-ah,”she says, as he embraces her in a hug, eyes closing on the warmth of her aura, “how have you been? You don’t visit me anymore..”

“Sorry Mrs Lim, it’s just I’ve been a bit occupied, with you know,”he says, his gaze falling on your portrait, “this.”

She sighs, looking at the same portrait, “she was too young to die, such a nice girl; Joong locks himself most of the time, and only comes out for dinner and lunch.”

Woo Young looks up at the corridor leading by the stairs, sighing.

“I’ll talk to him,”he says, looking at the woman besides him, “he needs to be with us today. He finally avenged her, and he needs to know it and acknowledge it.”

The woman nods at him and sides away, giving him space. He smiles at her softly and squeezes her arm, before retreating, and walks towards the stairs. As he reaches the corridor, he comes near the door with your tag on it, looking at it and sighing. But what stopped him from walking ahead towards Joong’s room were the muffled whimpers coming from yours. Seeing the door ajar slightly, he sees Hong Joong crying softly, as your photo and his stands in front of him.

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He tries walking away silently, but his hand touches the table near the door, making the vase on it lose its balance and make a creaking noise, but he catches it swiftly.

“Who’s there?”he hears Hong Joong ask softly, before he sighs and decides to walk in the room, “Mrs Lim, is that you?”

Woo Young shows himself up, smiling softly at Hong Joong.

“Woo? What are you doing here?”

“I came to pick you up, hyung,”he says, as he enters the room, taking in the presence of your absence. His gaze falls on a number of photo frames in the room, the most prominent being the picture you took of both you and San from your first date at the dumpling shop down the road. He smiles sadly at it, and looks at Hong Joong, who stares into the distance.

“Hyung?”

“Huh? Yeah,”he says, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, “why?”

“We avenged her,”he says softly, as he crouches next to him, “we need to give her a proper funeral.”

“Did San come?”

“He hasn’t yet,”he says, looking down, “said he needed some time.”

“What about Min Gi?”

“Neither did he,”he mumbles, making Joong sigh, “Yun Ho is driving him. He’ll probably come here at dusk. Yun Ho is driving him.”

“He still blames me, isn’t it?”

“Hyung,”Woo Young mumbles, making Hong Joong shake his head.

“No, I know I’ve been irresponsible, costing the life of my only family,”he cries, tumbling into Woo Young’s arms, “I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”

Woo Young looks up at the ceiling, trying to control his own tears. He hugs his hyung and comforts him, trying his hardest not to break down.

“Hyung, listen to me,”he says, pulling away from Hong Joong, “no one is blaming you. Like you, Min Gi shared a special bond with her, and he might have said things in anger, but he never meant it. As for San, don’t worry about him. He’ll be here soon.”

“What about you?”Hong Joong asks, making Woo Young look at him quizzically, “how are you holding up?”

“What do you mean hyung-”

“I know Woo Young,”he says, making Woo Young’s eyes double up in surprise, “I know everything. With Sannie behaving like this, you must be stressed, too.”

“I don’t understand-”

“You love him, don’t you?”

“I love you too, hyung,”Woo Young laughs nervously, “I love all of you guys-”

“But not the way you do to him,”Hong Joong says, making Woo Young sit on the floor, resting his back against the bed.

“He will never see me that way, hyung,”he says, making Joong look at him sadly, “I know it’s so wrong, but I can’t help it. I don’t care about my happiness as long as he is happy, you know?”

“I understand,”he says, placing his hand on his shoulder, “maybe it will pass away with time, you know. You’ll meet someone special,”he says, smiling at him.

“What if I am still hung up on him?”

“In that case,” he says, looking at Woo Young, smiling softly, “try. None of us will feel bad. If he’s in the same place at the end of the day, who’s anyone to stop?”

“That’s true too,”he says, looking down at his lap, smiling, “thanks hyung.”

“What are brothers for, hm?”he says, as he stands up, dusting himself off, “shall we leave now?”

Woo Young smiles at him, as he gets up taking Hong Joong’s outstretched hand, dusting himself off.

“Let’s go.”

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• Jong Ho, Yeo Sang.

“We can finally say she’s in peace, huh?”Seong Hwa says, as Yeo Sang & Jong Ho stand there in the eerie silence of the snowy day, passing him sad smiles.

“I guess so,”Yeo Sang says, as he looks up, seeing the snow flakes take its course on the ground, fluffing the area around the gravestone. It was mildly bright, with the first Snowfall of the year.

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Jong Ho sighs, continuing to look up at the sky.

“I really wished the rest of them were here too, you know,”Seong Hwa says, making Jong Ho look at him.

“They will be,”he says, making Seong Hwa look at him, “Yun Ho hyung is driving Min Gi hyung here later. He would definitely not want to see San and Joong hyung, you know.”

“It’s not Joong’s fault,”Seong Hwa sighs, making Yeo Sang look at him.

“No one’s blaming Joong hyung,”Yeo Sang says, gaze shifting at your gravestone as he speaks, “its just, you have to understand where Min Gi is coming from, too.”

“I hate to see the team like this,”Seong Hwa says, “Joong locks himself up and I can hear him cry.”

“Where is he now? Isn’t he supposed to be here?”Yeo Sang asks him, as his gaze wanders behind Hwa.

“He wasn’t in his room last night…”Hwa mumbles, as he reaches for the phone in his pocket, “although he said that he would come soon, and I quote ‘leave me alone for a while.’”

“Dammit, where can he be?”

“He’s not at the safe house as well,”Hwa mumbles audible enough for the duo to hear.

“Should we go search?”

“But, we don’t know where else he could be-”

“I know where he is,”they all turn their heads together to hear the person they laest expected to know the location.

“How do you-?”

“Leave it on me,”the man says, “I’ll bring him.”

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QOTD:Who do you think the mystery man is?

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