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haosweater · 7 months

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crimson white snow

content: seongjoong x gn! reader, angst, soulmate au, hanahaki au. warnings: profanities, descriptions of throwing up, mention of blood.

summary: when your best friends are each other’s soulmates, how do you tell them that your red string is tied to both of their pinkies?

word count: 4.3k words

note: this initial idea came to me in 2021 and i let it collecting dust until a few days ago lol. i hope you guys enjoy this one!

in a friendship– a trio, specifically, you believed that each person represented either the sun, moon, or stars.

in your case, seonghwa was the sun, hongjoong was the moon, and you were the stars. the three, inseparable friends who loved each other more than anyone else to ever breathe on earth.

but when they all turned sixteen and were blessed with the gift of the sight of their red strings, everything changed.

when seonghwa looked down at his ring finger, candles blown out, he found the red string to be very much shorter than he expected. as his eyes trailed down the string, he looked up at hongjoong, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes.

that’s when you all knew.

hongjoong’s birthday came around, and the sight of his red string connected to seonghwa relieved him. there was a sort of euphoria and satisfaction that filled them both. unspoken feelings that had blossomed into something more were now affirmed by the universe itself.

you, of course, were elated. the two boys you’d considered your best friends for years were soulmates. their souls were intertwined, bound to love each other for eternity. the twinge of jealousy in your heart was quickly ignored as you celebrated their love, congratulating the two.

most, would call it fate.

but your birthday confirmed that whatever god there was had made a mistake. a very horribly, big mistake.

it was snowing.

you remember because hongjoong was flushed when he came in your room. he only turned red– both cheeks and ears, when he was embarrassed or cold.

he sighed, promptly making himself at home. laying on your shoulder, the warmth of his breath tickled your ear. you shivered, your grip on his hand tightening promptly. he didn’t mind. hongjoong liked holding your hands strangely enough.

“i know it’s your birthday,” hongjoong mumbled, snuggling against you. “but you’ll indulge me for a bit, yeah?” he asks as you chuckle.

“of course, joong. anything for you.”

the boy hums in satisfaction, letting out a soft sigh. he shuts his eyes, mumbling about how seonghwa was late because he got delayed at his club, or something along those lines.

you hum in acknowledgement, knowing that your other friend was definitely getting you a cake. you’d overheard the two discussing it a week prior.

the soft footsteps that grew closer alerted you of seonghwa’s arrival. it was funny– while hwa was indeed very quiet, the sound of his socks against your wooden floor was unmistakable.

hongjoong yawned, sitting up. the soft knock you anticipated came as you chuckled. “come in, hwa.”

the sight of seonghwa pouting as he entered made you laugh even harder. “how’d you know it was me?” he asked, carefully balancing the cake box as he closed the door. “it was joong, wasn’t it?”

“hey man, i didn’t say anything,” he raised his hands, proclaiming his innocence.

“you both aren’t that slick, you know,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. seonghwa laughs at your reaction, putting a smile on your face.

“humour us, sweetheart?”

you pretend to contemplate, humming as joong cackled beside you. “hmm, i’ll cut you both some slack,” you announce. hwa rolls his eyes, but the grin on his face speaks volumes.

turning your attention to the box, you watch as seonghwa opens it, taking out the most beautiful cake you had ever seen. “oh my god,” you marvelled at the sight of it.

the heart-shaped cake was pure white, similar to the snow that fluttered down outside. the crimson red icing that decorated he cake made you smile. it was a beautiful cake, an image that would be etched into your memory forever.

“this is beautiful, seonghwa,” you whisper, glancing up at him. “thank you.”

he smiles back, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “anything for you sweetheart. we know how much you’ve been waiting for this day.”

you sat in front of your cake, hongjoong and seonghwa across you with the biggest smiles on their face. blowing the candles out, you look down at your hands, filled with excitement. finally, it was your turn to find out who your soulmate was. however, when you look down, you are stunned.

to your complete and utter horror, you see two strings tied around each of your pinkies.

eyes gazing down at the crimson red string, you nearly choke on air when you see one end tied to seonghwa’s pinky, while the other, was neatly wrapped around hongjoong’s.

“what’s wrong?”

seonghwa’s concerned voice snapped you out of your thoughts. you felt sick to your stomach. oh, how cruel the universe was. how cruel fate was.

“i- i… what the fuck?” you whisper harshly, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. “i don’t have a string,” you lie so easily, straight through your teeth. “i don’t have a soulmate.” you lied so well.

that was the first lie you ever told the two, but there was no guilt in the lie. all you could feel was confusion and anger. nothing else.

hongjoong takes your hands into his with a sad smile. “and that’s completely fine, y/n. we’re always here for you,” he reassures you calmly. seonghwa does the same and you feel like crying even harder as you see your strings tangle.

you relished in their touch, their fingers feel so soft, skin warm against your cold hands. you felt safe in their presence, the comforting aura they let out never failing to make you smile. it was bittersweet.

if only you didn’t detest the sight of the red strings around their pinkies. the crimson red thread, a painful reminder to you that this was a reality you couldn’t escape.

there were always myths about the poor souls that the universe decided to curse: the one’s with no soulmates.

if people with no soulmates were cursed by the universe, how about the one’s with two? how about the one’s whose soulmates were each other’s forever, but not theirs? how about you?

you didn’t know.

so you left.

after graduating, you moved overseas. of course the two were there to wish you goodbye. being friends for thirteen years made it harder for you to leave.

you chuckled as seonghwa engulfed you in a tight hug, his tears soaking into your jacket. “don’t cry,” you whisper, stroking his head as hongjoong holds back his own tears, lips trembling. “i’ll be back before you know it.”

that was the second lie you ever told them, but there was no guilt in the lie. all you could feel was pity and self-hatred. nothing else.

you started a new life for yourself, burying yourself in studies, jobs and everything you could imagine to avoid going home.

despite all that, you never felt satisfied. there was this hole inside your heart that couldn’t be filled with materialistic goods, academic achievements nor work-place success.

there was nothing that could fill that hole seonghwa and hongjoong once occupied in your heart.

another problem had presented itself through all that turmoil, however, and that was the disease of unrequited love everyone so detested.

one would certainly think flowers were a congratulatory gift .

it started as a tightening feeling in your chest. your once light pants turn into desperate gasps for air before a sick, nauseous feeling takes over. a pounding headache, blurry vision, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes before the most sickening feeling begins to build in the pit of your stomach.

it grows and grows, bubbling like a cauldron before exploding, petals flying out of your mouth. elegantly prancing through the air, crimson red blood dripped off the petals, staining the pure white marble floor. the feeling would go on for another half an hour, or even longer. all you knew was that you wanted it to stop.

years passed, and yet, you could never grow accustomed to the wretched, metallic taste that lingered fervently on the tip of your tongue.

lilies and black dahlias now littered your bathroom floor, the once white marble tiles now painted in a mix of white, black, and crimson red.

still, you told nobody. your friends, family, coworkers– none of them knew about what you were going through.

god forbid hongjoong and seonghwa find out.

on a cold winter’s night, you had gotten an unexpected call from the two. five years had passed and not once had you gone back to see them.

guilt haunted you, always hovering around and never truly leaving. you wanted to see them. you wanted so desperately to throw yourself into their arms and never let them go them. if you were to loosen your grip, perhaps they’d slip through the cracks of your grasp and fade into nothingness.

you wanted to keep hongjoong and seonghwa for youself forever, but you were a fucking coward.

your phone rang. you had propped it up against the potted plant (orchids, your favourite) in the middle of your dining table. the plate of pasta in front of you was warm when you clicked your screen to receive their call.

“hi guys, sorry i’ve been so busy, work’s been crazy!” you immediately spew an apology to your friends, twirling the pasta with your fork. their lack of response has you confused and you look up. a loud gasp escapes you, fork clattering against the ceramic plate as it slipped out of your grasp.

“what the fuck?”

seonghwa’s ring finger is adorned with a beautiful sapphire stone, simple yet utterly gorgeous. the grin on both of their faces has you gaping at them, utterly speechless.

“you- you’re?” your gaze switches between the two males. you were so shocked you didn’t even realise seonghwa had bleached his hair. you were so shocked you didn’t even realise the tears that began to roll down your flushed cheeks.

“oh, no, y/n,” seonghwa coos with a frown. “don’t cry, sweetheart,” he whispers. “don’t cry.”

you sob, desperately trying to wipe the tears away. “i’m sorry, oh my god,” you inhale a sharp breath. “i’m so happy for you both– congratulations!” you smile, trying to hold back the building feeling in your chest.

seonghwa’s expression doesn’t change, but his eyes soften. “thank you darling,” he whispers with a sad smile. “you were the first person we thought of telling, y’know?” he chuckles softly.

god, seonghwa looked so beautiful smiling. you always loved how rosy his cheeks were, his eyes scrunched into the crescent moon. seonghwa’s smile was radiant, shining even brighter than the sun itself.

hongjoong takes the phone, eyes twinkling under the night sky. you recognised his apartment’s balcony all too well. “come home, y/n,” he says softly. it’s the most tender you’ve ever heard him. “come home for us please?”

your heart breaks. you’d never heard hongjoong so desperate. he was longing, yearning for you. he was pleading for you to come home– how could you refuse the request of your soulmate?

“of course, joong. anything for you.”

when the call ends, you run to your bathroom. you can feel the rising of petals, the all too familiar pain scratching your throat.

your knees hit the cold, marble flower, head hanging over the toilet bowl as you hurl out petals and vines. they scratch your throat, a permanent reminder of the unrequited love you faced.

the white and black petals scattered across the floor, blood dripping off them. it was a beautifully gruesome scene, like something out of an artistic horror movie.

you slump against the cold wall of your bathroom with a groan, wiping the blood dripping from the corner of your mouth. how you were going to be able to hide this from them? you had no idea.

unfortunately, you still hadn’t one when you walked out your gate.

it was a cold, cold day. you had a sweater on, hoodie layered over it for the extra warmth. palms clammy and sweaty, you gripped your bag tightly. god forbid hongjoong and seonghwa recognise you before you were emotionally and mentally prepared to see them for the first time in six years.

had they grown taller? were they as youthful as they once were? has their smiles stayed the same? had their voices deepened? did they still have the same dreadfully boring style? did they still wear the same cologne that clung to their clothes back then? were the bracelets you made them still sitting on their wrist all so beautifully? had–

“y/n!”

you jump at the shout of your name, looking up in shock. in front of you, just standing a few feet away, were kim hongjoong and park seonghwa.

eyes glistening with surprise, you look at them, voice stuck in the back of your throat. oh god, they looked so beautiful.

hongjoong hadn’t grown much, but he stood with confidence. his dark hair looked soft and silky, eyes bright and filled with twinkling stars. his cheeks stayed plump and full of life, a dusty pink that made you want to kiss them.

apart from seonghwa’s bleached hair, the next most obvious change was his height. he had grown almost a head taller, and yet, the sparkle in his eyes had remained. his cheeks were rosy, pink, plump lips curled into a bright, ethereal smile.

you feel years of emotions come crashing down on you. sadness, regret, pain, guilt— love. you burst into tears, wrapping your arms around the two men (not boys, you had to remind yourself).

“i’m sorry,” you apologise as hongjoong starts to cry, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m sorry joong, i’m sorry,” you buried your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing.

seonghwa comforted you with tears in his eyes, patting your head gently as he whispered sweet nothings to you. it seemed like deja vu to you, the whole scenario. if you hadn’t inhaled that sweet, floral scent that haw always wore that was mixed with the woody, musky scent hongjoong did, you’d think it all a dream.

as snow began to fall outside, the warmth radiating off the bodies of your soulmates made you realise how harsh this winter would be.

harsh it was indeed.

you’re about to pull your hair out before the ceremony begins. chewing at your bottom lip, your eyes dart around the venue, mind racing faster than you can comprehend.

“y/n.”

hongjoong’s voice sounds eerily deeper than you were used to. it sent shivers down your spine which made him laugh. “what’s wrong with you?” he asks in a cheeky manner as you huff.

“don’t blame me for not being used to your voice,” you lament, resting your elbow on his shoulder out of habit. “i still can’t believe how much you’ve changed.”

you look at the man with a grin and take note of the suit he’s wearing. it’s tailored to fit him perfectly, the details on it intricate and beautiful. the embroidered sun and stars, flowers and snowflakes adorned his clothing. you loved how he and seonghwa had gotten both their suits modified to have a more personal touch to them. it was artistic, elegant yet somewhat nostalgic.

the man sighs, glancing up at you. “it has been almost six years since we last saw each other,” he reminds you.

your body stiffens, rigid and filled with guilt. hongjoong notices this and frowns. “i didn’t mean it in a bad way,” he says and you nod.

you knew that. you knew that hongjoong wasn’t holding it against you, but you were holding it against yourself. the file was eating out you inside out, like a parasite clawing at your skin and tearing your flesh from bone.

“hey, y/n,” he says softly, hand reaching out to grab yours. “it’s okay,” he whispers, looking into your eyes with the most soft and genuine smile. “it’s okay.”

you nod again and he pulls you in for a hug. hongjoong’s embrace had always felt so safe. you feel yourself melt into it, and if you had closed your eyes, the both of you would’ve been sixteen all over again.

“i love you, y/n,” hongjoong whispers as your eyes widen with surprise. hongjoong had never told you that before. “never forget that,” he pulls away with a wink before bidding you goodbye and going to greet his coworkers.

you stood there, still stunned by his words. your heart was screaming, yelling at you for being so foolish as to not have said it back. however, ‘i am so painfully and desperately in love with you, kim hongjoong’ seemed a bit hard to shout back in the setting you were currently in.

“now, what on earth could you be thinking about right this moment that isn’t related to your two boyfriends?”

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by a warm, teasing voice. “yunho,” you smile at the blonde man who’s dressed nicely in a suit. “glad you could make it,” you lean in and hug him tightly. “haven’t seen you since high school.”

he chuckles. “yeah, you left right after graduation– i couldn’t make it to see you off,” he feigns a frown as you laugh, slapping his shoulder. “and please, as if hongjoong would let me live it down if i didn’t come,” you can’t help but roll your eyes at the oh-so-true statement. “you okay?”

“huh?” you look at him confused. “why wouldn’t i be okay?”

yunho shrugs. before you can question him further, you are distracted by yeosang’s mint hair. he walks over with a smile, waving at you. “what’s with that look on your face?”

you huff. “yunho asked me if i was okay and won’t tell me why he suspects otherwise,” you grumble as yeosang’s eyes widen. he shoots the taller male a flare and you stare at him in shock. “is there something i should be worried about?”

yeosang sighs. “well,” he begins, pausing as he pondered silently. “you have to promise not to take this badly,” he warns as yunho sends him a worried look. you nod slowly, anxiety filling you like water gushing into an empty bottle.

“you see, back when we were all in high school,” he begins hesitantly. “we all thought you had a crush on either joong or hwa,” he says as you feel your heart sink into the out of your stomach. “but we didn’t speculate, of course.”

you brush it off with a scoff. “me? like them?” you fake a laugh. “never. they…” you train off, looking at hongjoong who’s smiling from ear to ear, cheeks a rosy pink.

it’s oddly bittersweet to see the boy you once bickered with in elementary school now getting married to the boy that snuck jellies to you in class. turning back, you give yeosang a sad smile. “they’re made for each other.”

after greeting the rest of your old friends (and stopping wooyoung and san from crying before the wedding actually started), you leave the garden to visit seonghwa in his private suite.

one of seonghwa’s many request was for you to walk him down the aisle. it was sickening masochistic for you to accept the proposition, now that you thought about it. then again, who were you to back out now?

one, two, three knocks.

“come in,” seonghwa’s silky smooth and sweet voice fills your ears. you tap your keycard, opening the door gently. “hello sweetheart.”

you feel your cheeks warm up, heart fluttering. “hey, hwa,” you whisper, taking in how gorgeous he looked. adorned in a white suit, flowers, clouds, the moon and stars embroidered on the sleeves, the inner mesh material iridescent. “you’re breathtaking. like an angel.”

seonghwa’s cheek turn a darker shade of pink as he clears his throat. “thank you,” he whispers as you giggle, holding his hands. your thumbs traced his knuckles, admiring how slim and long his fingers were. “we missed you so much, y’know?”

you didn’t dare look up and remained silent. “we didn’t know how to go on with life as usual without you by our side,” he hummed with a small smile. “but i don’t care about all that now. i’m just glad you decided to come home.”

home.

you felt the pit of your stomach churn (you were certain it was your heart). to you, hongjoong and seonghwa were home. no matter how long you stayed in your chic studio apartment overseas, it never felt right.

hongjoong and seonghwa’s embrace did. it felt warm, comforting, lovely. you had to promise yourself to not get too attached to it.

“i’m sorry,” is all you can find yourself saying and thinking. “i’m sorry, hwa.”

seonghwa hushes you, his fingers brushing against your skin ever-so gently. he tucks your hair behind your ear with a smile. “it’s okay, y/n,” he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. “you’re here now. that’s what matters.”

you wrap your arms around the blonde, tears threatening to spill at any moment. “i love you both so much,” you confess (unbeknownst to him). “i love you, park seonghwa and i am so happy for you.”

he smiles, hugging you back as a tear slips down his cheek slowly. “i love you too, y/n. i love you so much.”

relishing in the moment, you’re determined to make sure their wedding was perfect. you were going to push aside all personal feelings, ignore all the pain and sadness, and make sure that seonghwa and hongjoong had the best day of their life.

you were certain that nothing was going to go wrong that day.

oh, how wrong you were.

“i’m sorry, i can’t do this.”

seonghwa’s voice is soft, but audible. your head snaps up so fast, your neck could’ve broken. to be honest, you weren’t particularly paying attention to whatever the officiant was saying, assuming that both men were going to say ‘yes’ immediately.

you furrowed your brows in confusion, the gasps around you loud. lifting your head to look at the man, you find that he’s already looking at you.

“what are you doing?” you mouth, gasping softly at the sight of tears rolling down the blonde’s cheeks. “don’t cry,” you whisper, frowning at the male.

seonghwa turns his attention back to hongjoong, pain and regret in his eyes. “i can’t lie to you, joong. i can’t lie to you and say that i love only you.”

a sinking, disgusting feeling bubbles in your chest as you gripped your forearm tightly. the look on hongjoong’s face tears you down and rips you apart. he looked betrayed, hurt, but somewhere hidden in his eyes, there was a sort of relief.

you didn’t like this.

you didn’t like this at all.

seonghwa turns to look at you and your heart instantly drops. “i can’t lie to you, joong, and say that i’m not still in love with y/n as well.”

the guests gasp in shock once again, eyes wide as they stared at the three of you. an interestingly dramatic turn of events, one would say.

but not for you. the shock on your face couldn’t have been more evident. it felt like your heart had stopped beating and instead froze in time.

had the bleach sunk too deep into his skull? what was he thinking? why was he revealing this now? when did seonghwa realised he felt this way? what the hell was he thinking? had park seonghwa really just said that?

“hwa…” hongjoong looks at him in pain, holding onto seonghwa’s hands tightly. “i can’t lie to you and say that i’m not in love with y/n either.”

with only two sentences, you felt as if your whole world had come crashing down. you stare at the two boys, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“oh my god!”

san and wooyoung’s voices erupted from the crowd as they point towards the two grooms. following their gaze, you gasp at the now visible strings tied around their pinkies.

your gaze followed the strings (as did everyone else’s) and you were utterly horrified to see them tied to your ring finger.

finally, your soulmate strings could be seen.

looking up at your two best friends, shaking, you see the sadness, betrayal and relief written all over their faces. truth be told, it was hard to through a blurry vision. tears streamed down your cheeks, fear gripping you by the throat.

hongjoong stares at you with pain in his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. “we’re your soulmates?”

seonghwa is crying. “and you didn’t tell us? how long have you known?”

you stare at them, words stuck in your throat, refusing to come out.

“did you lie to us on your birthday?” seonghwa seems to come to the realisation. “is this why you chose to lie to us both?” he asked softly, pointing at the two strings. you could only nod.

“is this why you left?” hongjoong seems to not even want to believe his words. “is this why you never came back to visit?”

you nod again.

“why, y/n? why didn’t you tell us?”

you stare at the two men in silence. your voice was stuck in your throat, refusing to come out. a metallic taste filled your mouth and you knew what was coming.

“i—”

and before you could speak, petals flew out of your mouth, blood dripping down your chin as you look up at the two boys.

everyone gasped, staring at the flowers on the ground. lilies and black dahlias soaked in your blood. the very flowers that adorned the wedding venue– hongjoong and seonghwa’s favourites.

you look at your best friends, taking in their looks of pure horror. tears streamed down their cheeks, mouths agape. they’re paralysed in shock.

forcing a smile, you look at them. all the memories began to flood back as your vision grew spotty, your body slowly giving up on you.

god, even when death was knocking on your door, seonghwa and hongjoong still looked angelic.

“i’m sorry.”

and so on this cold, hauntingly beautiful day, crimson red blood soaked into pure white snow: a permanent reminder of the pain of unrequited love.

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Ateez Outlaw Platform Album: Hongjoong 🎱 (2)

#ateez #outlaw #bouncy #hongjoong #kim hongjoong

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hongrizoon · 11 days

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'Bout me :/

"Angel baby, angel"

Welc to @[(charlie)mars] ` ୨୧

she/they # ᶻz﹕ INFP / '04 liner

✦. ⊹ ˚ . extra : atiny . moa . carat . p1ece ... and more 🎱

for more ~ carrd!

Don't be afraid to tag me on posts or msg me, idm.. <3

I can do a Q&A if you guys would like to other things that aren't in the carrd or here :)

On repeat ~

love you goodbye - one direction

perfect blues - hannah bahng

take me home - ateez

kidult - seventeen

9 and Three Quarters (Runaway) - tomorrowxtogether

still monster - enhypen

angel baby ~ troye sivan (seonghwa cover)

fall in love again - p1harmony

Most relatable bias ( the ones im most similar too..) ~

Song that represents me the most ~

people watching - conan gray

yellow - coldplay

thanxx - ateez

social path - stray kids

kidult - seventeen

Favorite writers ~ (make sure to check them out~)

songmingisthighs

bethelighthalazia

ateezinmymind

bro-atz

bombuni

bvidzsoo

seonghwaddict

sanjoongie

ja3hwa

edenesth

shinestarhwaa

#hongrizoon #hongrizoon writes #about me!#intro post #ateez #seventeen #p1harmony #bts #stray kids #RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #im going insane and im nto even joking atpjnwesa #yes.#😡⭐⭐

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lilyrennifer · 10 months

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Groups

♞ AB6IX

🥇 A.C.E

🏴‍☠️ Ateez

💖 BAE173

🎶 BTOB

🔑 Ciipher

🎥 CIX

💝 Cravity

👓 DKB

💦 Drippin

🐺 E'Last

🧛 Enhypen

🌆 EVVNE

⚡️ EXO

🧟 Golden Child

🐦 Got7

🤟🏻 Ikon

🔥 Just B

🌙 Lune8

🕴🏿Monsta X

💚 NCT 127

💚 NCT Dream

❌ Omega X

⚔️ Oneus

🏳️‍🌈 OnlyOneOf

⬟ Pentagon

☮️ P1Harmony

💍 Seventeen

☀️ SF9

👦🏻 Stray Kids

🍭 The Boyz

💎 Treasure

📈 TrendZ

🎱 8Turn

🪄 TXT

🏝️ VAV

👬 VeriVery

⏳ Victon

💚 WayV

🐱 WEi

💫 ZB1

🐺 &Team

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ox-imagines · 3 months

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꧁Masterlist꧂

🌸 - fluff

🌹 - romance

🌃 - angst

🎱 - smut

Omega X

MTL: Volume in Bed 🎱

Just B

ZB1

Before the Party - Taerae 🌸🌹

Xikers

Ateez

Monsta X

1the9

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obligatoryidolblog · 1 year

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Wooyoung WOULD be a Raider who then leveled up and became a Gunner. Yunho WOULD become mildly irradiated while exploring the Glowing Sea (but ultimately settle down in Far Harbor where he takes LOTS OF DRUGS to keep him from dying.) Mingi, meanwhile, would breed and sell dogs and mutant hounds and make a lot of money doing it. -- 🎱 (aka OP on the ATEEZ/Fallout Question lmao)

I stand corrected, again you are SO correct. Yunho is going to have one hell of an addiction problem, unless he’s Chem Resistant 🫠 I now need artwork of Gunner Wooyoung, god help me.

The real question, how many times would Mingi get bit by the mutant hounds because he tries to pet them?

#🎱 anon #amy answers #also while Hongjoong is absolutely Fuck around Find Out Squad the man’s sneak is so goddamn low he MUST be a guns-blazing sort 💀

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oreo-hong · 2 years

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i think i'd assume they/them, bi or pansexual, ateez and txt with san and soobin as your ults!! 🎱

they/them were actually my pronouns for a long time and i’m considering them again hehehe (?) i think i’m pan? but i more identify with just being on the queer spectrum and ateez and txt are definitely my ult groups (skz, shinee, itzy, aespa, twice and a few others are my other faves<3 ) but my ult changes daily in ateez hehehe but i’d say mingi/jongho/wooyoung and definitely soobin/beomgyu/hyuka in txt!’

#admin niko <3 #about admin

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haosweater · 2 months

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midnight moon hotel [01/03]

content: seventeen + ateez x hotel owner! reader, fluff, angst, smut; fantasy au, monster au. more info to be updated in individual fics.

summary: as the owner and receptionist of a hotel, you’re very quickly thrown into a world of gossip, drama, magic, and monsters as you meet guest from all over the world. however, there are a few that you remember particularly well. here are their stories.

note: part one of a three part series [with both seventeen and ateez members] about owning some sort of a hotel in different universes :) hope you guys enjoy this one. do let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! i’ll be posting the other two parts later!

[part two: moonfog inn] [part three: tech pods]

werewolf! seungcheol x vampire! reader [fluff, smut]

seungcheol is the calmest werewolf you’ve ever met. he’s kind, a gentleman, and goes out of his way to help you. tonight, you notice he’s nowhere to be found, which was rather strange. ah, you remember why now. it’s mating season.

vampire! jeonghan x vampire! reader [smut]

jeonghan may be the snarkiest man you have ever met in your life. he’s always making the sassiest comments, boiling your blood in a way you’ve never been irked before. one day, he goes a step too far, so it’s time for you to show him your true form.

witch! jun x vampire! reader [fluff, angst, smut(?)]

jun is a traveling witch who had gotten lost and needed a place to stay for the night. you kindly offered him a room free of charge, but had this strange feeling that you recognised him from somewhere. you couldn’t put your finger on it, and neither could he.

poltergeist! yunho x vampire! reader [fluff, smut]

yunho was one of your oldest and closest friends. he was a regular at the hotel, and comes looking for you one night, drunk and in need of a place to stay. you welcome him with open arms, but end up getting more than what you bargained for.

incubus san / wooyoung x vampire! reader [smut]

you were no stranger to incubus, but twins? that was new. san and wooyoung had their eyes on you the moment they stepped into your hotel and had been trying to get you into their bed the entirety of their stay. on their last night there, you give in.

#ateez 🎱#ateez #ateez fics #ateez x reader #seventeen #seventeen fics #seventeen imagines #ateez imagines #ateez smut #seventeen smut #seventeen 🫧#choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #wen junhui #jeong yunho #choi san #jung wooyoung #woosan

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haosweater · 2 months

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tech pods [03/03]

content: seventeen + ateez x hotel owner! reader, fluff, angst, smut; sci fi au, multiverse au. more info to be updated in individual fics.

summary: when people are traveling multiverse to multiverse, they need somewhere to rest, and that’s where you came in. you prided in giving your guest the best experience they could in your hotel. funnily enough some of them seemed to give you even better experiences.

note: last part of the series yahoo do let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

[part one: midnight moon hotel] [part two: moonfog inn]

fallen angel! joshua x mechanic! reader [fluff, angst, smut]

joshua was the sweetest, kindest soul you'd ever met. you could not comprehend why he was a fallen angel. he was in your dreams, your fantasies, your thoughts-- you were enamoured by him. the last time you see him, you finally realise why he was a fallen angel.

villain! wonwoo x mechanic! reader [fluff, smut]

you took an interest in wonwoo the moment he walked into your hotel covered in wounds and blood. while dressing his wounds, he tells you his story and from then on, you look forward to seeing him. soon, you both find yourselves wanting to spending longer nights together.

spiderman! vernon x mechanic! reader [fluff, smut]

you’ve met multiple spidermans at your time in the hotel. they came and went quickly, but meeting vernon was refreshing. he was chill, and loved to stay with you. however, the more he came back, the more you found yourself yearning for him to stay longer.

space racer! chan x mechanic! reader [fluff, smut]

chan was a regular at both your workshop and hotel. he came in to get his space bike fixed every other week, sticking around for a while before whizzing off to another race. you enjoyed his company, the way he so obviously flirted, and how easily flustered he got.

edgerunner! yeosang x mechanic! reader

yeosang was quiet, reserved, and liked to sit at the same place every time he came to your hotel. he'd stare out the window, at the moon, and you'd always wonder what he was thinking about. one day, he invites you to sit with him, and you learn more about him than you expected.

body modifier! mingi x mechanic! reader [smut]

you knew mingi thought he was better than you just because he knew how to make body modifications. you only put up with him because he was a paying customer and didn't want to be rude. so when he takes his comments too far, you know you have to show him just what you're made of.

gryffindor! jongho x mechanic! reader [smut]

you had lived many lives, and jongho knew that you were a slytherin in one of them. for some reason, he had a bone to pick with you for that, often coming to taunt or insult you. it was amusing to see since you knew how desperately jongho wanted you to fight back and put him in his place.

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haosweater · 2 months

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moonfog inn [02/03]

content: content: seventeen + ateez x hotel owner! reader, fluff, angst, smut; fantasy au, magic au. more info to be updated in individual fics.

summary: owning an inn wasn’t as easy as it seemed. from changing linen sheets, to serving beers to adventurers, you found yourself busy, and enjoyed the life you led. despite the large amount of guest you welcomed every day, only some of them left deep impressions.

note: this is highly inspired by this series here bcus i love ger videos and they’re just so good 😩 do let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

[part one: midnight moon hotel] [part three: tech pods]

bard! jihoon x witch! reader [angst, smut]

jihoon didn’t believe in love. he was too busy accompanying his party, making music, and fighting monsters for love. that all changes when he meets you. suddenly, everything jihoon feared was coming true and for once in his life, he didn’t know what to do.

wizard! mingyu x witch! reader [fluff, smut]

mingyu was the clumsiest wizard in the kingdom. being his old classmate, you welcome him into your inn late at night after he had been chased by some orcs. two pints of beer at three am leads to confessions being spilt and the entangling of two bodies.

elf! minghao x witch! reader [smut]

elves hated witches. they insulted you at any chance, sabotaged your businesses, refused to be anywhere near you— you get the idea. so when minghao, an elf– your mortal enemy, stood at your door; covered in blood, one couldn’t blame you for being surprised.

fairy! seokmin x witch! reader [angst, smut]

he was a ray of sunshine and brought life everywhere he went. seokmin always made you smile when he came to the inn and performed with jihoon. but when you find him standing at your door, tears streaming down his cheeks, something changes.

fae! seungkwan x witch! reader [fluff, smut]

it’s interesting, how seungkwan enjoys coming to your inn to either take naps, perform, or gossip with you. he never stayed the night because, well, he felt like he had no reason to. tonight, however, he found himself finally finding one.

nymph! hongjoong x witch! reader [angst, smut]

you’ve had a crush on hongjoong for years, but he had his eyes on the fairy prince, seonghwa the entire time you’ve known him. so when the royal wedding is announced, hongjoong finds himself absolutely devastated and runs for your comfort.

healer! seonghwa x witch! reader [fluff, smut]

seonghwa owned a clinic near your inn and was the most well-known healer around. however, he finds himself cursed with a spell he could not break. hongjoong then reminds him that you were the most powerful witch in the kingdom.

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haosweater · 3 months

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the mage and the healer.

content: apothecary owner! yeosang x mage! gn! reader, fluff, fantasy au. warnings: mild description of injuries. no use of y/n.

summary: yeosang rolled his eyes every time you came into his store battered, bruised, and bleeding. god forbid the healer find out you purposely got injured just to see him.

word count: 0.7k

note: random concept made into a fantasy troupe :> enjoy!

the chime of the bell caught yeosang’s attention, but the smell of blood made him sigh. his shawl rustled as he turned around, placing vials onto the wooden counter top gently.

golden rays seeped through his store front, the smell of lavender floating in the air as its candles flickered. the soft jazz music playing in the background calmed your soul as you trudged through the front door.

“back so soon, mage?” yeosang taunts, flicking his wrist as his giant book of spells slammed shut behind him.

you force a grin, wincing in pain. “for i missed you so, yeosang,” your staff clatters to the ground as you slump against the wall. “sorry.”

the dark haired mage sighs. “you’re always leaving trails of mud and blood in my shop,” he mumbles, conjuring a soft arm chair over for you. “how do you get yourself into such a mess so often?”

he doesn’t let you answer, pushing you down into the soft cushion. you look up at him in awe, taking in the delicate scent of honey and cinnamon that clung to his cloak. he smelt divine.

his shawl’s navy blue mesh material was littered with golden moons and stars. his lips were pressed into a thin line, cheeks slightly flushed as he chanted spells under his breath.

“what were you doing this time, hm?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. “fighting off orcs at the border? settling a spat between the nymphs and pixies? crossed a nasty witch?”

you inhale a sharp breath, entranced by his beauty. gods, he looked absolutely ethereal in this light. you’re rendered speechless for a moment.

before you can answer, yeosang mutters a spell that has you winching. “fuck,” you hiss as he quickly whispers an apology. “sparring with the crown prince,” you groan, bicep tensing as he rubbed an ointment onto the wound.

“and you lost?”

it takes yeosang singular glance to know you won. the victorious grin on your face, the glint of cockiness in your eyes– he couldn’t help but smile as well.

“if you think i look bad,” you hum, looking towards his myriad of books. “you should’ve seen the prince. the royal mage was shooting daggers at me,” you giggle as yeosang rolls his eyes with a smile.

“yes, yes. hongjoong always having to take care of mingi. no surprise there,” yeosang remarks as you click your tongue, wagging a finger in his face. he shoots you a confused look as you clear your throat, sitting up straight.

“put some respect on princess mingi’s name,” you say firmly. he lets out a snort that has you laughing again. “what on earth was that, yeosang?”

his cheeks flush red. “absolutely nothing,” he grunts, wrapping your bandages quickly.

you continue to laugh, poking fun at the mage who grew increasingly embarrassed. “weren’t you in excruciating pain earlier?”

you grin. “what if i told you that the only reason i keep getting hurt is so that i’d have a reason to come see you?”

the mage blinks comically, staring into your eyes in disbelief. he is speechless, unsure of what to think of what you said.

he scoffs, turning his back to you. “only a fool would believe that.”

you’re undeterred, leaning against the arm of the chair, swinging your legs over the other arm. humming a tune, you grin at the mage. “take it as you will, healer.”

“stop getting hurt so often and take better care of yourself,” he says, still not looking at you.

you feign a pout. “but then i won’t have a reason to keep coming to see you.”

he rolls his eyes, flicking his wrist to dismiss you. “just listen to my advice, mage.”

you chuckle softly, sinking into the velvet cushion. “whatever you say, my love.”

he ignores you, flipping through a spell book. you close your eyes, allowing yourself the drift off to sleep.

even in your dreams, you could hear the soft chime of his shells clinking against each other, music drifting through the air gently. the sweet scent of nectar and dew filled the air as his cauldron bubbled, accompanied by the unintelligible whispers of a mage at work.

as the sun set for the day, yeosang’s heart continued to ponder your words, and your heart remained in the palm of his hands.

#ateez fics #ateez fluff #ateez 🎱#yeosang #yeosang x reader #ateez x reader #kang yeosang #ateez #ateez yeosang #ateez fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop fic #kpop

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haosweater · 7 months

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only you

content: actor! yunho x gn! reader, angst. warning: profanities, pain.

summary: you and yunho were the only ones who thought differently on two completely different things.

word count: 0.5k

note: enjoy more pain :D

“so all of that was an act?”

your voice bounced off the walls of the room. you stood in front of the male, fist clenched. lips quivering, you bite your bottom lip as hard as you can to stop it.

you taste blood.

the silence was so utterly deafening. what was even worse was the fact that yunho couldn’t even look you in the eye. he sighs deeply, eyes fluttering shut.

“yes.”

the sound your heart shattering rang in your ears. it sank into your stomach. the feeling of disgust, disdain and disappointment filled you like water filling a jug. slowly, gradually until it overflowed.

staring at him, you feel a bubbling anger within you. stupid. you were stupid to think that all of that was something to yunho. you were both actors– why on earth would any personal feelings be put into an act? no, why would he put any personal feelings in an act?

“i’m sorry,” he whispers.

“i don’t get it, yunho,” you strain yourself to stop your voice from quivering. “am i really the only one who feels this way? even after everything we’ve been through?” you ask, biting your lip again.

he remains silent, so you continue.

“we’re inseparable, yes, we are best friends,” you begin. “but i thought there was something more, y’know? i thought there was a spark. i thought there was a connection– a special one. i thought i was special to you.”

“you are–” he stops abruptly. he knew better than that.

tears brimming in the corner of your eyes, you laugh. how pathetic you were. “i guess i was truly the only one who felt like this,” your voice is cracking at this point.

yunho tries to reach out to hold you, but you take a step back, shaking your head. he complies, arms retracting. he clenched his fist tightly.

“i- i don’t know how i feel,” he says, breaking the silence. “i know you are special to me, but…” he trails off, guilt rushing through his veins and filling him whole.

you nod, wiping the tears away. “you’re an asshole,” you whisper.

“i know,” he whispers back. “i’m sorry.”

“you don’t shout ‘i fucking love you’ to someone with so much raw emotion like that and call it acting,” you clench your jaw. “you can’t tug at my heart like that, yunho– you can’t.”

he still refuses to look at you. “i’m sorry.”

you want to scream at him. you want to scream at the world and the heavens of how much you loved him. that no matter how much jeong yunho hurt you, you’d always love him. that you’d love him through his flaws and lows. that you’d love him for who he was wholly and truly.

but you stay silent. you keep it tucked back in the back of your heart.

“did you really think that all of that,” you gesture to yourself. “was acting?”

he twitches, turning his head slightly and you know the answer. “yes.”

chuckling, you wipe your tears away again and sigh. looking into his eyes that were filled with the stars and galaxies, full of hope and wonder, you smile.

“you were the only one that thought differently then.”

#ateez #mei’s ✍️#ateez 🎱#ateez imagines #ateez angst #yunho #jeong yunho #ateez yunho #yunho angst #yunho imagines #yunho x reader #ateez x reader #kpop fic #ateez fics

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haosweater · 8 months

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