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vampzity · 2 months

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𝘼 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚

Pairing: husband! San x f! reader

Genre: fluff, nudity w/o smut, husband au, valentine’s day series, mini idol au, one shot, pet names (angel, princess, baby girl), LOTS of flirting

Synopsis: It’s Valentine’s Day, but not just any Valentine’s Day.. it’s your first as a married couple with your beloved husband, San. You had the entire day planned out and what you wanted to in celebration of this special day, or so you thought. San was not just one but two steps ahead of you and your game plan. He knew exactly of your plans for him, and decided to turn it around on you.

Now Playing: POV - Ariana Grande

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Sorry this took so long! There’s a lot going on in my personal life- I couldn’t tell you guys how excited I’ve been to write this one shot… it was literally haunting me!

Yeosang’s Pt. Masterlist Mingi’s Pt.

You lay on your bed, practically suffocated by the covers that wrapped around your body. You felt a pair of soft paws pass through your legs, soon pushing at your head to wake you. You yawned widely, eyes closed as you lifted the covers to let the furry animal under them with you. You heard a small purr as the animal nuzzled against your chest, resting its head under your chin.

“Good morning, my sweet Byeol.”

You pet her softly, eyes still closed as you didn’t want to accept the fate of it being morning so soon. Your eyes fluttered a bit as you continued to yawn a bit more, poking your head out from above the covers. To your surprise, your dearly beloved wasn’t there.

You poked your head out a little more, looking around the room. Nowhere to be found. Glancing over to the nightstand, you realize his glasses are gone as well. You raised an eyebrow suspiciously, shrugging slowly as you sat up in bed to stretch your limbs. Byeol tip-toed from under the covers and sat on your husband’s side of the bed. You stretched your arms and back, rubbing your eyes to adjust to the morning sunlight shining in the room.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Princess.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you froze. You looked over to the door, seeing your husband standing there with a towel, a basket of miscellaneous items, and roses. He beamed a soft smile at you, his glasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of his nose.

He walked over to you, placing the items on the edge of the bed. He brushed your hair out of your face, leaning in to plant a soft but warm kiss on your forehead. Your face flushed a light red, ears turning hot with it. San hovered over you, pulling your chin up to meet his eyes as you sat in bed below him.

“Good morning sleepy head. Ready for your princess treatment today?”

You stood there, completely at a loss for words as your face now turned a dark red. Normally, you’d wake up early every morning to feed Byeol and make San breakfast for the day. Not because you had to, but because you wanted to. Acts of service were simply how you showed your affection to him, and that’s exactly what you wanted to do today but heightened. Unfortunately for you, San beat you to it.

He walked away from you, grabbing the box of miscellaneous items to hand over to you. In the box were different kinds of soaps you adored, bath bombs, and scrubs that made your skin glow. An entire bag of Epsom salt sat in the corner of the box and made you grin slightly, as San knew how much it helped your feet when they were sore.

You smiled at the box, feeling love fill your heart with joy as you accepted the gift. Looking back up at San, he smiled at you holding his hand out for you.

“Well, c’mon. I already have a bath ready for you with warm water. Today, I spoil you and you cannot interfere. Understood?”

You looked at him, completely speechless at his words. An entire bath was ready for you? Whatever happened to your plans for him today? It was such a sudden change of events for you, that you weren’t sure of how to respond to his offering.

“But, San. You ca- Shhh.”

He placed his finger against your lips, cutting you off to shush you. He smirked, leaning in to bring his face only a few inches away from yours.

“What did I say, princess? I’m spoiling you today.” He backed away from you, grabbing your hand to pull you out of bed. “I’ll do whatever you want today, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your special treatment.”

He walked you towards the bathroom, closing the door behind you two. The tub was covered in rose petals along with other flowers. Different honeycomb scrubs rested afloat as a soothing aroma of vanilla and lavender filled your nose. Curtains rested on the windows, allowing for a darker room only lit by small candles laid about.

He let go of your hand and stuck it into the bath water to make sure its temperature was still warm for you. Humming pleasantly, he turned back to you.

“Still nice and warm for you.”

Your cheeks flushed red as he once again, moved hair out of your face to admire you. He moved out of your way and walked towards the door, allowing you the privacy to relax and rewind without him there. However, a quick thought hit your mind. A devilish one at that, and it was indeed something that he wouldn’t expect from you.

“Sannie?” He turned his head to you, raising an eyebrow as it was rare that you ever used his nickname with him.

“You said you’d do anything I want right?” His head nodded softly, turning his entire back to face you as he began to cock his face to the side. He meant what he said, but he wasn’t as positive about you taking such a vague request seriously. You looked down at your nightgown, smirking slightly as you met eyes with San once again.

“Undress me.”

San’s eyes widened as you gave him a smug look. His face immediately shot red with nervousness, feeling the room turn hot. A few seconds passed by until you grew impatient, so you grabbed San by the arm and pulled him to you, placing his hand on the strap of your gown.

“Do it,” you mumbled, feeling your heart beat out of your chest.

San gave you a soft glare, kissing your shoulder softly. He pulled your straps off your shoulder, as your arms slipped out of them. The nightgown fell to your ankles, revealing you only in red underwear. San’s eyes widened at the sight of you. Sure, he has seen your body plenty of times, but it still shocked him at how bold you were compared to your normal shy self. He continued to give you small pecks along your neck and shoulders, soon planting a kiss against your hand.

He pulled your body to him, his hand resting underneath your chin as a soft kiss was shared between you two.

"Is there.. anything else that you want me for, princess?"

You blushed hesitantly, shaking your head no to the young man. He smiled, letting go of you and making his way back towards the door. He picked up Byeol, who stood at the door frame and turned to face you once again.

"Take your time. I'll be making breakfast for you."`

San closed the door, allowing you to be alone for some time to gather yourself. You sighed happily and removed your underwear, stepping into the warm bath water. You allowed the water to engulf you as you soaked. It was relaxing, soothing even. You felt refreshed and felt like yourself again, especially after the week you’ve had.

What seemed like a few minutes soon turned into 30 as you heard a few knocks on the door. You perked up, seeing Byeol make her way through the door only to be followed by San’s head.

“How’s my baby girl doing? Feeling relaxed enough?”

He walked over to the counter, placing a warm towel and fuzzy robe down. You tilted your head at him like a dog, confused as to what his mind was thinking. He came and kneeled by the tub, petting your head softly as he kissed your forehead. You smiled, your eyes meeting. You nodded to his question.

“I am, Sannie. Thank you.”

He stood up, walked back to the door, and opened it. As he did so, the fresh smell of breakfast hit your nostrils. Bacon, pancakes, eggs. Smells that made your stomach growl with hunger and tastebuds eager.

“I left some clothes for you on the bed. Try them on for me, will you? Then come eat breakfast with me.”

His eyes beamed through the lens in his glasses as you nodded once again, permitting him to leave the bathroom. You looked at Byeol, who snuggled herself on the mat. She was always so precious to San, but it gave you warmth in your heart to know that you were just as precious to him.

Getting out of the tub, you dried off with the warm towel San had brought for you and wrapped the fluffy robe around you as your feet dipped into your slippers. Opening the door, Byeol made her way out with you following behind. As San said, there were a pair of clothes laid out for you on the bed, nicely placed so they wouldn’t wrinkle. It was a pink turtle neck paired with a pleated denim skirt. You smiled at his choice of fashion, as San always went out of his way to buy you the cutest clothes.

You removed your robe, grabbing some undergarments to wear before putting the outfit on. Without looking in the mirror yet, you slipped on knitted white socks to match and smiled, pleased with the outfit. Before you could get up to admire it, a small knock interrupted you.

San cracked open the door, peeking his head through to see what you were up to. Upon seeing you, he paused, feeling his heart skip a beat. He invited himself into the room, his eyes refusing to turn away from you as your face turned red.

“You look beautiful, baby girl.”

Turning your head away from his gaze, San made his way torward you. As you sat on the bed, his arm reached out to the side of you as he hovered over your figure. He stood above you as he leaned in closer to kiss the side of your neck fondly. You felt butterflies in your stomach as he placed his other hand on your upper thigh, slowly bringing it up. He continued to peck at your neck softly.

“San—”

He pulled away, his eyes meeting your flushed face. He wasn't sure what had gotten into him this morning, as he knew you weren’t always one for displays of affection. However, today he just felt so much love towards you. He wanted to kiss you, hold you, love you, touch you. There was no end to the overflowing amount of adore he felt towards you today that he could not resist.

He pulled you over to the mirror to see the outfit on you as you stood in complete awe. You smiled, hitting a small pose as San stood behind you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your temple softly.

“I told you. An absolute angel.”

He pulled your hand, allowing you to follow him into the dining room. Different plates of food were placed on the table, from bacon to assorted fruit, to fluffy pancakes, and even some white toast. Your eyes widened in awe seeing the glorious amount of food in front of you. He pulled out a seat for you, gesturing for you to sit down. You took a seat and San pushed the seat in, placing all your favorite foods in front of you so that you could indulge yourself. Smiling, you grabbed a piece of bacon, biting into it happily.

“Mmm, so good.”

You sat at the kitchen table, curious as to why San had left you alone for a moment. You were full from all the breakfast he had made and yet somehow, he managed to eat your leftovers with his food. It was only 11 am and San had already spoiled you so much on this special day.

You heard footsteps approach you as San appeared in your sight of vision again. He was holding a blindfold in his hand, giving you a slight nervous feeling in your stomach. He smirked softly, coming behind you and leaning next to your ear.

“I have a surprise for you, princess.”

Your face turned red as you felt his warm breath hit your neck. He kissed the top of your ear, placing the blindfold around your eyes and tying it lightly. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up from your seat, guiding your walking with his own. You held out your other hand for balance, curious as to what surprise was awaiting you.

You both came to a stop. San let go of your hand and came behind you, allowing you to feel his presence brush by you so you weren’t startled. He untied the blindfold, letting it fall on its own into his hands.

Before you, were dozens of rose petals laid against the ground. Heart-shaped balloons covered the ceiling in various areas from red to pink. Candles lit the room up, as San put up darker curtains to set the mood. As you began to walk into the room, you realized more rose petals covering the bed and a small lingerie set sitting nicely on it. You blushed as your breath hitched, San coming up next to you.

“I know you don’t like to reveal yourself, and that’s okay. So, don’t feel pressured to try it on, k?” He squeezed your hand reassuringly.

You eyed the sight, nodding quickly. It was a light pink baby doll set. The spaghetti straps had small butterflies sewn to them. The sides of the lingerie were a sheer pink, and the body’s middle was simply laced with butterflies and flower patterns. A baby pink hem wrapped around the middle of the gown, small ruffles hanging off the cups of it.

You walked over to it, picking it up. You looked up at San as he gestured to the bathroom for you. He gave you a warm smile and you blushed once again, feeling the heat inside of you.

You walked over to the bathroom with the set, closing the door behind you as you went to change your clothes. San waited for you patiently by the window, petting Byeol as he gazed out into the streets. He felt his heart thump louder and louder as he waited for you to come out. He has never felt this nervous for you before, it was a new feeling. Even though he’s seen you in all your beauty thousands of times before, this time was different for him. It was the first Valentine’s as a wedded couple and he wanted to make sure everything went in your favor.

“Well, how does it look..?”

San turned his head to see you standing by the bed shyly. Your hands clasped together as you looked down at your feet, feeling slightly insecure. He admired how nicely the lingerie hugged your figure, how perfectly it enhanced his favorite features about you.

San walked over to you until you caught his feet meeting your own. His hand slowly made its way under your chin. He lifted your head to meet his eyes and smiled at you subtly. You felt your cheeks warm up at his actions, not sure of what to do. He took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand.

“You look stunning, princess. Exactly what I envisioned.”

He kissed your forehead softly, picked you up bridally style, and placed you on the bed. You sat there confused, following his body as he walked across the room to take off his hoodie. He had a simple white tank top under, giving you a full show of his broad muscles and shoulders.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as he made his way towards you, smirking with every step he took. He hovered over your body on the bed as he stood and his hand came up to caress your cheek.

“Remember what I said earlier?”

Your breath hitched as he spoke, feeling caught off guard by his sudden question. You stood silent, feeling your body continue to melt under his control.

“I’ll do anything you want today.”

He pulled his hand away from you and climbed onto the bed, his body now hovering over you. Your knee brushed against his member, making you close your eyes in embarrassment.

“Tell me, princess,” he laid a soft kiss against your neck, soon making his way down to what was exposed of your chest.

“What do you want from me?”

divider creds: @cafekitsune

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did hehe🤭 Was literally giggling and kicking my feet writing this. Again, sorry for such the long wait!

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crazyfrm · 3 months

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ㅤ❝ 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗀𝗒𝗉𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝘄𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝘀. 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝖾.

ㅤ𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗇𝖺’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐬. ❞

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atinysunbaby · 3 months

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Smut peek → Special love day

Warnings : Smut, oral (reader receiving), dry humping, slight public sex, overstimulation, cursing.

Words : 1.8k

Note : This is one of the two smut parts. I wanted to give you a little something today, so here it is :))

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Moving in unison, drawn together by an irresistible force, you bridge the gap between you with an insatiable hunger for closeness. And when San, with a hint of uncertainty, questions once more about your enjoyment of the dance dedicated in your honor, you answer not with words, but with a heartfelt kiss, a silent affirmation of the heat coursing between you.

Your lips firmly latch onto his, sucking at his plump, wet bottom lip before the urge to bite the skin overcomes you, the action causing San to gasp needily. He leans down further to reach your height, only so you can easily get a good grip at his silky black hair and tug as you please, moaning in your open mouth desperately as you chuckle against his lips in return. "Mhmm Y/N~"

Your other hand comes up sneakily, nails scratching along the soft skin of his veiny and muscular arm. Goosebumps rise over the bare surface, aware of your intentions, but still closing his eyes in pleasure when your fingers wrap around his neck and squeezes, cutting his aware deliciously. His knees buckle uncontrollably, your touch weakening him more with each passing second. "Touch me, Sanie please."

He obeys, shaky hands settling on your hips with a newfound dominant grip. He licks your lips through the kiss, forcing your mouth open and thrusting his smooth tongue into you without warning. You both pant, breathless, and San diverts his lips to your jaw, giving you the opportunity to breathe in properly before he can go back to tasting your mouth.

You gasp in surprise when his fingers unexpectedly knead the fat of your ass, squeezing expertly. He then puts his strength to great use and proceeds to lift one of your legs up to his waist, pulling you even closer. You can feel the length of his big hard dick, straining painfully against the material of his tight sport pants and poking at your clit heavenly.

As his lips find yours in a heated kiss once again, he now grinds against your clothed pussy in the best way he can, but quickly, he grows frustrated when deeming the friction to be too light.

In a brisk and unexpected movement, he hoists you up by your juicy thighs and wraps your legs around his waist in a hurry. He leaves you no time to comprehend the situation and trusts up against your core with new vigor, the pressure building up in both of your stomachs, your moans gradually growing louder. "Oh fuck.. San!"

"I know baby, want my dick inside you so bad right? Want your tight pussy around my- feels.. so good, holy fuck.." San bucks his flexible dancer's hips up while pulling you against his cock faster, the thought of your pussy wrapping around his dick deliciously tight, acting as a new motivation to attain his high, the intense movements create an even greater friction and he grows closer to his release with every thrust. "Cum for me, m-my love. I'm so close!"

You feel like you're on fire, hole burning with the need to be filled, pathetically clenching around nothing and you whine at the emptiness. Hearing the sound, San growls in your ear and you feel your orgasm approaching. "I'm cum- San I'm cumming!"

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as the intense pleasure runs through your veins, head falling back. He rubs himself against your whole pussy, pressing tightly onto your clit until you come down from your orgasm. And then slows down gradually and eventually stills as you weakly whine that you're too sensitive, but it doesn't stop there, needing to finish himself.

He takes you to the couch, laying you down and pressing a hungry kiss to your parted lips, before getting on his knees between your legs on the bouncy furniture. San looks you over, analyzing every detail about your erotic state. Like how your lips are wet with spit, panting from the physical effort, eyes half closed from slight exhaustion, ecstasy and the way you watch out for his next move with a gaze full of desire, acts like fuel to the fire in the pit of his stomach. His already hard, sensitive and leaking dick twitches in the confinement of his clothes, resulting in pulling a frustrated groan out of him.

"You look so pretty for me." He strokes your calves lovingly, fingers wandering up to graze your fleshy thighs softly and then directs them to your inner thighs, aiming to excite you further after your first orgasm. "More please.."

"You're such a good girl, asking so nicely." He rewards you by pushing his slender fingers over your clit, working them in a circular motion with just the right pressure and you hum shakily, biting your lips to keep yourself from making louder noises. You're still sensitive from earlier and your thighs tremble from the overwhelming pleasure, back arching as San fastens the pace on your bud. "It's too much!"

"You asked for it babe, you can take it~" He smirks, eyes glossy with desire and his stomach clenches at the pornographic sight. Your hands are gripping at the couch desperately, moans growing louder as another wave of pleasure closes in on you. "No.. Inside.. Need you inside me!"

He groans, contemplating his options ; he's scared you'll get caught, the not so intimate setting being the only thing that stops him. But his rationality is thrown out the window when you grab at his veiny arm with your smaller hands, pleading for him to fuck you raw. "Oh fuck, don't do this to me."

He quickly reaches for the waistband of your pants and pulls them off at once with your panties, leaving you half bared for his wandering eyes and the sight of your leaking arousal, triggers his hips to automatically fuck the air. "Shit! Look what you're doing to me."

He gestures for you to look down at his lower body and you clench your thighs after seeing the hottest image, biting back the whine that so desperately wants to escape your throat. The front of San's previously grey pants, is now covered in both your slick and the never ending amount of precum coming out of his straining dick, turning the material to a darker shade. "That's so hot."

You're about to wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him down over your body and give him a good position to enter your drenched cunt, but he stops you. "Wait! I have a better idea."

Carefully, he positions himself over your sensitive core, strong arms wrapping around each of your thighs, before reaching back to place your legs over his shoulders, the action causing you to gasp in anticipation. You shiver at the way San looks at you, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the thought of your skilled boyfriend eating you out.

You hurriedly feel around for something to hold onto, needing the comfort of something squishy and warm, knowing how wild your lover becomes when he gets a taste of your pussy. Your fingers brush against the fabric of what you soon find out to be San's hoodie and you quickly tug the garment over your upper body, inhaling the calming scent of his addicting perfume.

"Ready?" He asks with a sultry voice, and you hold on for dear life as he teases you. Blowing onto your warm, drenched cunt, leaving wet kisses on your inner thighs and sucking, biting at the skin until you cry out. "Sannie!"

"Oops sorry." He chuckles, before giving soft kitten licks to your swollen clit, gradually lowering his tongue to lap at your wet folds and tasting the sweet slick pouring out of your hole. You moan loudly in response, shaking and throwing your head back in pleasure.

San rapidly slips away, becoming pussy drunk and eating you out vigorously. Although it was agonizingly slow when he started and you grew frustrated, you now wish he would slow down, your orgasm building up too fast, leaving you no time to prepare as the intense pleasure consumes you.

San doesn't pause, suckling on your clit harshly while he enters two fingers inside your hole, thrusting them at a slow pace compared to the movement of his mouth. You let out a relieved sigh as you're finally filled, your previous high quickly forgotten as another already nears.

"Baby, I can't get enough of your taste.." He shoves his tongue in your hole after the confession, switching the roles of his fingers as well, rubbing your bud with his thumb and opting to give open mouthed kisses all over your core, never once pulling away, not even to take a breath.

"Oh.. I can't- San!" Tears escape your eyes, the feeling so intense that you cum with a loud cry and almost convulse from the never ending wave of pleasure hitting you, because he doesn't stop and you quickly reach your fourth orgasm.

You think you might have passed out for a few minutes after the sixth orgasm, during which time San cleaned you up with a towel he managed to find in his bag, soaking it in lukewarm water. He also made sure to dress you up, covering your shivering body with the blanket that was on the computer chair not far away.

When you regain consciousness, San coos at you and apologizes for so eagerly eating your pussy. He makes sure you're alright, looking you over and stroking your hair when you reassure him that nothing's wrong. "I'm glad beautiful, it wasn't in my intention to overstimulate you into unconsciousness."

"It's embarrassing though!" You reply with a pout, confusing your boyfriend and causing a frown to appear on his beautiful face. "What do you mean?"

"We didn't even go all the way. I mean- what if you would've fucked me?" San explodes in laughter, in no way mocking you, but your words cause a realisation to dawn on him. "I think, if I did. I might have had a funeral to arrange."

"Sannie!" You whine, slapping his bicep from the embarrassingly close truth, but your playful fight is immediately cut short as you remember something. "Wait! Did you even cum?"

You prepare to ask him if he needs your help now, absolutely down to please your insanely attractive boyfriend, but he admits that he came when you orgasmed the third time. He shyly avoids your persistent gaze, ears and cheeks burning with shame. "San you can tell me."

San was uncontrollably humping the cushion that was under his hips during the intercourse and when he realised his own action, the sudden rush of pleasure and excitement led him to reach under his body. He untied his pants and lowered them just enough to uncover his dick, thrusting against the soft and fluffy material, his bare tip, red and sensitive, made the feeling even more intense. And like an animal in heat, he humped the cushion until he came, pretty hard. It left a stain on the object and he had to throw it in the garbage, but it was worth it.

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brrrkdslek · 8 months

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you cried in wooyoung's arms as you stuff your face with the chocolate he had bought you for valentines day. no, wooyoung was not your valentines. your boyfriend- well, ex-boyfriend was supposed to be. but the jackass broke up with you the night before.

wooyoung had made it his mission to cheer you up, make you forget about him, so he decided to buy you ten stacks of the most expesive chocolates in town. yes, ten. stacks.

you continued crying as you ate the chocolate, watching wooyoung do silly dances in your living room. suddenly, he slipped and elbowed your tv, creating a large crack in the side. he covered his mouth with both hands as you stare at the tv in shock.

wooyoung was about to piss himself until you let out a laugh, followed by folding yourself on your couch and crying from laughter. wooyoung only stood confused as you laughed more at his reaction.

no matter what happened you two always managed to laugh it off, no matter how serious the situation was, like right now. you manage to be by each other's side during hard times, and you were so grateful for him.

pulling him in your arms, you kiss his cheek and thank him for the best valentines day ever. smearing your chocolate covered lips on his cheek, he didn't mind in the slightest. in fact, wooyoung liked it so much he licked it right off your lips.

that's right, you only ever had one valentines in your entire life, and that was jung wooyoung.

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atzupdates · 1 year

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SH 💫 [230214] Fancafe Update | ATEEZ TALK | “⭐Happy Valentine’s”

#seonghwa #ateez #m: seonghwa #type: photo #content: fancafe #era: the fellowship : break the wall #content: valentine's day

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yeeunswrld · 2 months

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Kiss, kiss, kiss, 단 하루도 빼먹지 말고 @aiqnes !! દ🍓૩

Love, love, love, 잠들기 전 꼭 속삭여줘 … દ❤️‍🩹૩

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hwaightme · 1 year

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🎶 pairing: hongjoong x gn!reader 🎶 genre: angst, fluff if you squint, a bit of comfort 🎶 summary: your relationship with hongjoong is much like a musical piece made for two, but what if its tone keeps getting darker, and growing dissonance threatens to turn it into a cacophony? 🎶 wordcount: 5.3k 🎶 warnings/tags: angst on valentine's day 'nuff said, seonghwa is the friend with some sense, heartbreak, try again, neglect, conflict, quiet arguments, miscommunication, secrets, hoping for something better, unedited (lmk if there is something too chaotic) 🎶 wordcount: @doom-fics @layzfeelit @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 🎶 a/n: Hello beautiful people, this is for all those who wish to dive into angst today, much love and biggest hugs! (p.s.: Sky, you know exactly what conversation this came from xD)

» [regent's park by bruno major] « 0:00 ─〇───── 2:57 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Hongjoong wished it would rain. He wished that the clear ultramarine blue skies would concentrate into blue droplets and pour down in a lifesaving frenzy and drown out the sound of his heart as it pounded. Drumming out a cacophonic, dysfunctional beat against his ribcage, already preoccupied with containing his progressively less functional lungs. But most importantly, he wished that it works rain so that you would not look as beautiful as you did, glowing even under the February light, magical as you floated across from the park gate, slowly making your way towards him. Maybe if your hair did not frame your face as well as it did and was stuck to your delicate features hidden under an equally soaked beanie, then he would be less afraid to look you in the eyes. Maybe if your amble were to be an unsteady jog, with all your efforts concentrated on chasing a spot where the downpour had not yet started, maybe then he would not be frozen in place, terrified of your approach and dreading the conversation. Maybe if some external circumstance could have perturbed you in some way, any way at all, then he would not have to experience your indifference, your masterfully crafted mask that signified it was truly over.

You had given him an ultimatum. Exactly a month ago, while sat at the cafe which you two had called 'yours', you told him to step up, or confidently decide to fall apart. It had not been a spontaneous proposition, either. For the many months over the course of your relationship, you had felt like you were giving your preferences up in favour of his far too often. In terms of organised meetings, you had managed to find a compromise, sure. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date Hongjoong, with high stress and chaotic schedule being a regular element to consider while planning, so you were more than happy to find time whenever you could, calmly settling for any short-notice changes and for unplanned emergencies during your times together. But in terms of the quality, there was a lot left to be desired, at least when it came to knowing where both of you stood when it came to defining your duo.

You swore that him asking you to be his girlfriend had not been a hallucination, but at times it really felt like such. As though this had all been your wishful thinking, turned into an obsession that you had been projecting onto him. Your request was a cry to prove you were sane, at least when it came to Hongjoong and you. There was no need to continue entertaining something that was a mere figment of your imagination, as painful as letting go would be. You did not want to do so, but what would the point be if all you had been holding onto was thin air and a man of your own design? You needed something real.

Hongjoong could be a romantic when he wanted to. He had written songs just for you, rapped adoring lines over syncopated beats and sang his sweet confessions. Even if circumstances had, on occasion, made it virtually impossible to contact one another for more than a couple of texts back and forth, you still had those personal reminders playing all through the day, on repeat. From voice notes to compositions to playlists painstakingly crafted for your ears only. Perhaps he had even made you fall in love through sound alone. But as your feelings grew, so did the silence. Until all you listened to was your alarm clock in the bleak, lethargic mornings.

» [a thought on an autumn night by JANNABI] « 0:00 ─〇───── 3:07 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Another night without as much as a single emoji to tell you that he was thinking of you, even if just in passing. You had reached a new low - barely sleeping in the hopes that perhaps his insomnia would lead him to shoot you a message. If that were to happen, and you were to stay awake and ready, you could immediately text back and have a conversation, for once without a few hour long delays.

Alas, here you were, curled up into a feeble ball in your bed, supposedly not alone, but so incredibly lonely. What hurt was that you knew he was awake. You knew that he was in his studio, as he always seemed to be, even that time when he had said he missed you. It could have been a song lyric that he had accidentally sent you, you assumed, since as soon as you had sent your loving greetings back, he was long gone. That evening you could not believe you had to settle for the official photographs posted on the group's social media to feel like he was your significant other.

Today, you had not been so lucky. No Fan Café, No Universe, No Instagram, No Twitter... You stopped counting on him contacting you on his own. Of course, there was a time and a place for everything, but it hurt that you had neither in your own boyfriend's life, it seemed. You had tried to hint at this problem on the rare occasions that you could spend time together, but he appeared to be perfectly content with how things were, his perfect smile healing a portion of your fragile heart, only for it to crack and crumble as soon as you said your goodbyes and parted. He needed for you to be like a virtual assistant: there when he called on you, ready to help and to listen; silent and easily forgotten otherwise.

Your situation and state did not feel real as you began to doze off, not bothering to draw the curtains, as that meant at least the moon could embrace and comfort you. If a couple of months ago you would have fallen asleep with a smile on your lips, this hurting hour of the night you were fighting back a cry of disillusionment. What was even scarier was, when, a few hours later, you had awoken from a restless slumber and noticed a message from Hongjoong – judging from the preview it was an apology for ‘not being in touch as often’, ‘but producing is going well’, you could not find a single fibre of willingness to answer him. All the way until late evening, right before you went to bed and set your phone on do not disturb.

» [don't leave me, my love by colde] « 0:00 ─〇───── 4:45 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

As he stared in your direction, his hands clenching the medium-sized box behind his back until his knuckles turned white, Hongjoong was caught in a myriad of regrets. They seemed to enjoy rearing their heads only some time after their source could have been easily amended. Now, the best that could be done was to learn how to sew with actions, and hope that the crude string could turn to gold as time went by. Otherwise, the shared reality would fall apart at the seams.

There was no reason for you to forgive him, he realised that to his terror. With his work swallowing him whole, sleep schedule leaving him winded and the day rendering his ability to function outside of scheduled activities to be non-existent, he had become downright neglectful, both of himself, and even worse, you. You had no part in his mistakes when it came to planning, and yet he was making you suffer the consequences. After having spent months in united bliss, Hongjoong had to admit – he had gotten comfortable.

It was easy to assume that you were never going to leave his side. You were his angel. Kindhearted and understanding, he could never comprehend why and how you could be how you were. Utterly selfless, you were his confidence, his anchor and clarity. He never told you, but one of his favourite moments had been when, after work, you had surprised him with a visit to his studio. Sharing your favourite snacks and enjoying your favourite music, you two were immersed in your own universe. He enjoyed the moments you had made him forget about time. Until it caught up with him. But you were who you were, so you would understand him, right?

And that, you did. He was on cloud nine when you had said, in response to an allusion to a busier period, that you fully appreciated his unpredictable schedule, and that you wholeheartedly respected if, sometimes, he needed to fully prioritise work, so long as he communicated. Sounded like a dream, with which he had agreed on the spot. But as the ideas, the projects, the recordings kept on piling up, so did the number of times he would say ‘later’ when it came to reaching out to you. When was ‘later’?

» [i'd rather be alone by boodahki] « 0:00 ─〇───── 2:22 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

“Hey Joongie!” you exclaimed, waving shyly as your boyfriend opened the door to his studio. You had to knock quite a few times, much to your surprise. You had even informed him of your arrival and checked with him whether he would be free.

“Oh, Y/N. Hey… what are you doing here?” you stopped dead on your tracks, midway across the room, while Hongjoong had remained by the door, holding it open and appearing to be deep in thought, albeit a little lost.

“I… I sent you a text. And you responded, by the way. With a thumbs up.” You felt childish elaborating this. The canned coffee in your bag suddenly began to feel far too heavy.

Confusion was written all over his face, as he finally shut the door – an action which you swore had been done with severe hesitation. He wanted you to leave, didn’t he? You looked over the place where, evidently he had been borderline living who knew how long. The lights had been dimmed, while the computer screens were glaring like lighthouses into the musical ocean. A blanket was draped over one of the arm rests of the couch, and a pillow was thoroughly beaten up and stuck in one of its corners. So, he had been sleeping here too. In order words, the opposite of what you had been asking him to do for the past… however long.

You had lost count of the times you had the conversation that Hongjoong should take better care of himself. There had even been a couple of instances that you had called Seonghwa, fellow ATEEZ member and resident ‘mother’, to team up with what Hongjoong undoubtedly considered to be nagging. That was pretty much how you had bonded with the eldest, and formed the Hongjoong protection front. But now, as you stood in said man’s studio, you felt like you were treading on unwelcome territories, invading his safe space and making him unbelievably uncomfortable.

“What… are you… working on?” you whispered, a sheepish grin on your face as you let your boyfriend walk right past you. What if you had merely caught him at a bad time, and he was annoyed at something other than yourself? What if a computer program had crashed and there was no recovery file?

He plopped back down on the spinning office chair next to the equipment and set up, not bothering to invite you to take a seat anywhere around him. In the light coming from the screen, you noticed the dark circles, half hidden by a pair of glasses, weighing on his features, so deep that you could call them designer. He was pallid and haggard, clicking away while in a zoned-out state. He was attempting to be discreet, replacing all the open files with some others from the same applications, but you were not that ignorant to not notice practically all the loops, and instrumental tracks that were on Ableton change. You squinted in suspicion. So, what was he hiding? Only once you leaned in, and were within centimetres of him, did Hongjoong honour you with a response.

“A new track. Just, you know, some thoughts here and there. Nothing special.”

“When you say it’s nothing special, whatever it is ends up being a masterpiece, so I am very much intrigued! Also, why the secrets? I know you switched the tracks up. Not the best at being sneaky, I’ll be honest with you.” You responded, trying to keep yourself as neutral as possible in your delivery, even though it was a challenge to not get upset. You bit back your comment on him probably not wanting you in his space – you were not even asking for a hug, just… a softer look. The bare minimum.

“Uh…” caught off-guard, Hongjoong scrambled for excuses. But only found your desperation. He could not sustain your gaze, eyes darting back to his keyboard. He began to spin the rings on his fingers to distract himself, their intricate detail providing him with an escape. “Seriously, it is nothing. I was just… working, and caught up in a lot of things. You know how it is.”

So, it was on you now, apparently. Your apparent lack of understanding. Were you not patient enough? Were your basic human needs for affection and for a simple conversation too much? ‘You know’… oh yes. You knew that this was disrespectful. This had not been the first time you had been to the studio, in fact, the production team knew you well enough to leave you to your own devices in this room, and even let you in when Hongjoong was not here. But this was the first time you wanted to bolt and not look back, due to how scalding the coldness of your boyfriend’s approach was. Before your heart was to freeze over entirely, you tried one last time to bridge the gap:

“Is everything okay Joong? It’s just, well… I feel a bit distant lately, so I wanted to visit. If it is a bad time I understand and-”

“Yeah.” Hongjoong cut you off, not daring to look up at you. Your heart was beginning to shatter, and the sickly, suffocating silence that followed his response was doing nothing to soothe you.

“Yeah?” barely a whisper escaping your lips as your hands dropped to your side after keeping them intertwined, as if in prayer.

“A bad time. If you don’t mind.” you were not going to cry, you were not going to cry… you kept on repeating to yourself. It was not the first time you heard these words from him, quite frankly you encouraged open communication and setting of boundaries, but not when there already was an abyss forming between the two of you and you were desperately trying to salvage what was left. To no avail.

“Dang. Hah. Okay. Yeah. Sure. Fine. Well. See you. Then. I guess.” You stuttered out, in deep shock, and spun around to shoot out of the room. You could not bear to stay here any longer. The coffee was just going to have to deal with staying in your fridge. Or better, if you saw anyone you knew in the corridors, they could enjoy it with someone who cared.

The door slammed shut and woke Hongjoong up from his trance. He was exhausted, and could barely piece sentences together. The number of hours he had slept in the past week was clearly not enough. Your arrival was almost like that of a divine apparition: floated in, floated out. Blurry figure in his eyes. He could not properly register what you were saying, but figured that you were probably curious in what he had been up to. But Hongjoong could not say. He could not expose himself to you like that. Not when he had a grand masterplan in the making - pretty much the reason why he could not rest. He envisioned himself playing it to you on Valentine's Day, and as it finished, to be there, on one knee, waiting.

But now instead of continuing to work on it, he cursed at himself and began to search for his phone. Five calls and seven texts later, he pressed his face into his hands, the conversation that he had just dared to have with you screaming back at him in his head.

» [seasons by wave to earth] « 0:00 ─〇───── 4:16 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Song: seasons – wave to earth

As you walked, your shoes letting out a clicking sound with every step you took, you could not believe that this could be the end. You had concluded that you had acted rashly. Maybe that meeting, and a calm conversation would have been enough to change things. You did not have to set such demands, with you and him hanging by a thread, your entire relationship, more than a year on the line. So what if he was to be colder than you wanted towards you. That was ‘just Hongjoong’, and if he had to be that way, so be it. You could learn to get used to it and appreciate it. Just like his night and day not having particular hours. You could just pretend that for that collection of moments, he was in a different time zone. It would be easy then. Had you just a little more patience.

The scarf you had gifted him without any specific occasion aside from the fact that it was getting cold, tightly wrapped around him with the material pushing up and covering most of his chin. How adorable he looked with his hair having been tousled by the winter wind, that was growing warmer as the spring was starting to fight for its turn. The closer you got to the man who still was fully in control of your thoughts and feelings, the harder it was to subdue your trepidation. If you could be a third person, acting in the role of an observer, you would cover your eyes, fast forward, skip the scene. You felt the greatest loneliness not when you were alone, but when you were with a person who you could not understand, and one who could not understand you.

Had you a little more patience, you could have dedicated more time to learning his habits and behaviours. If you had more time, what you did not have otherwise, to rearrange your mind palace into a cosy hut so he could visit, then you could be one of those couples who did not even need to speak to understand each other. Finish each other’s sentences, and whatnot. That was how things were supposed to be for happy couples, right?

But you were running on empty. With only one last hope in the form of Hongjoong, standing there, waiting for you in the middle of the park where you had had your first date. As you had told him to exactly a month ago. Not a second went by when you did not want to call him, but for the sake of proving to yourself that you could survive without him if you wanted to, you waited. Right up until the day that you had marked on the calendar hanging in your room.

You were grateful that it was sunny, otherwise the season would be far too similar to the turmoil you were concealing, and you were afraid that you would not be able to hold back. Just imagining Hongjoong hidden under an umbrella, in the same place as he was now, gazing in your direction, was enough to send your thoughts into a frenzied spin. Rain had always made you think of him. The only reason why you had come to love autumn. Rain was an extension of Hongjoong’s warm embrace, and made you think of times you had spent tucked away indoors, together, listening to song after song, enjoying each other’s presence.

There you were. Standing right in front of him, unreadable and untouchable. The young man was unsure of how to begin, even though he had spent many nights rehearsing, down to every gesture that he was supposed to make. But as soon as his eyes met yours, and spotted their magical glimmer, he could not breathe, let alone utter a single word.

» [gone gone gone (dream edit) by HONNE] « 0:00 ─〇───── 3:09 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

After two weeks of radio silence, followed by the meeting at the café, you had slammed the brakes so hard Hongjoong’s world came crashing down. It was at that moment he wholeheartedly realised just how horrifically he had treated you and disregarded your humanity. For being a captain and, supposedly, a responsible man, he had behaved like a walking trainwreck, and no clue as to how to even begin to pick up the pieces. He could only trace back the steps, and come to understand just how many times he had not realised that what you were doing, and choosing, you were doing for him.

You never played up your workload and did not let it creep into the time you had dedicated to Hongjoong. Similarly, you were not one to dump all the happenings of the day onto your boyfriend, out of the worry that he was already juggling too many things at once. There were some advantages to this – you were able to remain level-headed and reassess your climbing anxieties. But at the same time, was this not another form of a lie? To him, you were never busy, when in reality you were almost always overwhelmed and struggling to keep your head above the water. There was the overtime – your colleagues constantly offloading their tasks onto you, since you were the junior, and apparently that meant you could be exploited. There was the derogation – you had somehow become the target of the gossip chain, and it was commonplace to hear comments about you around the office, some half true, some so false they could barely even be associated with you. There was the spiral into which you sank in the times when you were left alone with your thoughts for far too long, the blame, the constant ache, the fear, the idea that you were not deserving of anything and that was why you kept on experiencing the things you did. Because that was where you were meant to be. But Hongjoong did not need to know all that, he had enough to worry about.

You had let all your concerns bubble over into a crisis, and something that might have been one conversation was now a make or break. If he cared to listen, if he cared enough to treat you like his significant other and not empty space, then you would promise, and act on said promise, to learn to be more open about your not so happy times too. But until then, you were to drive yourself mad and ignore Hongjoong’s attempts to contact you in the same fashion as he had done – always busy, always at work, always unavailable for him specifically.

If he had a questionable sleep schedule before, he had none now. Walking around like a zombie, he had grown so sluggish that he physically could not keep time to any music, and registered any conversation around him slower than the worst video game lag. Even Yeosang was impressed by how many times the members had to repeat what they had said to him. Hongjoong did not want this ‘us’ to fall apart, but was clueless as to how to fix anything, whether it was even possible. A misery that he could not shake, amplified by the visions of you in every object, every moment, every passer-by. It was always you, and yet he wordlessly crossed it out into a never. A villain, undeserving of your unconditional love. Could it be for the better-

“You’re bringing the mood down so low that I can almost see your cooking skill.”

“Huh?” Hongjoong raised his head to find Seonghwa standing in front of him. Recently he had been practically locked away in the studio – while before it had been maybe for half a day, now it could easily be upwards of two or three. The vending machine down the corridor became his trusty supporter.

Seonghwa looked less than impressed at the leader’s position – splayed out on the couch, the same hoodie enveloping his ghostly form for the fourth day now, eyes bloodshot. After giving you a spontaneous call and seeing you in a similar situation, though you were better at hiding it than Hongjoong, he put two and two together. Something had happened between the two of you, and that needed to be sorted out, pronto.

“So, your speech level stopped about there too?” Seonghwa crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow. He kicked Hongjoong’s shin, and commanded: “Get up, you sack of potatoes. You have a love to save.”

“How did you-”

“I know you, Joong. And you would not be playing the most sappy, sad songs on loop if you weren’t in a deep feels hole. Now, what did you do?”

“Hwa, I’m so stupid…” he wailed, covering his face with the sleeves of his hoodie that slipped over his hands. Squeezing his legs to his chest, he wanted to become as small as he could, or disappear so that he would no longer be an inconvenience for you. You would be so much happier without him.

“Tell me something I don’t know. What did you do?”

“They are gone… Hwa… they are gone, gone… so gone…”

“No yet they aren’t. I spoke to them this morning and wow, Hongjoong. You really screwed up. But they are a saint. So, instead of doing… this,” Seonghwa gestured towards his friend, “You should use those rusty gears in your noggin and do what you can actually do to get at least something back on track.”

Seonghwa sat down beside Hongjoong, leaning over to put his elbows on his knees and rest his head on his palms. There was a comical similarity between the captain and you. Both of you were so desperate to not burden one another, that you ended up hurting each other in the process. It seemed that sometimes, love could turn out to be too much and turn into a weapon. Without conversation, without sharing the soul there could never be a harmonious duet. For this piece to continue, Hongjoong needed to follow through and show he was willing to switch up the melody, destroy the discord and continue the musical journey together with you. Otherwise, Seonghwa’s friend would find himself as a solo artist in a few weeks’ time.

“Is there really anything I can do to be better?”

“Be there. How did you show them you were there before?”

“Well, I have the track in the works, but-”

“Yeah, don’t even think about proposing right now. That would just be downright manipulative. You have some issues to settle first. How?”

“…I think I have an idea.”

Funny how everything was to be decided on Valentine's Day.

» [we go down together by dove cameron, khalid] « 0:00 ─〇───── 3:04 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

“Hi.” He mumbled airily, attempting to quietly clear his throat. The lump that had lodged itself in it, the jumble of emotion and nervousness, remained motionless.

“Hi.” You mirrored, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your coat, glancing off to the side. It was too much for you to keep the eye contact if you were to remain standing.

Two people on the verge of breaking. Fumbling for a way to rewind, and repeat the path that they had traversed together, avoiding the pitfalls. Bold to assume that either of you knew what the future would hold, making promises that you could not keep until they formed their own tragic symphony, haunting you into your and his isolation, respectively. This was why one fell in love, instead of rising above the clouds, proclaiming this to be their forever. Love was a thorned path that challenged vulnerability and the natural tendency of people to run and abandon. You were brave, braver than Hongjoong could ever be, giving him more chances than he ever deserved.

“So…”

“So?”

“I am…” he took a shallow breath, collecting himself. His eyes fluttered shut as he recalled his preparations and began.

“I am very, deeply, sorry. I know that no apology would ever be able to heal the hurt that I had inflicted upon you. And for that, I am sorry. I know that I am not able to turn back time and make the right decisions, and for that I am sorry. I know that I have, again and again, taken you for granted and your kindness was exploited by me, and for that I am sorry. I am sorry for ever making you think that you were not loved. I am sorry for not being there when you needed me most. I am sorry for not being enough and for not giving the bare minimum while you gave me the universe.”

You felt your legs grow weak as he spoke, and when he reached out with one hand to support you, you let him. Biting your lower lip, you attempted to stifle the building cry. Hongjoong searched for your eyes once again, leaning until he was only a few centimetres away. He dropped his volume to a whisper, and let his hand travel to yours, fingers intertwining.

“I am so unbelievably grateful for you giving me this opportunity to even see you again… even though I don’t think I deserve it one bit after how I had made you feel. I… I lost the rhythm. I failed us and I failed what we had been fighting for. I made you carry the load when you already have so much to consider, so much to work so hard for. It is too much to ask, I know, but if we can stay as a ‘we’, it would be an honour to continue our composition. Through thick and thin. Come rain or some shine. Go down and go up together. I love you, and I would never dare to feel otherwise.”

Inhale. Exhale. You mentally counted the moments flying by.

“This is not much at all. And you do not have to accept it, but… remember our playlists? The ones that we would make together for any mood that existed?”

“Mhm…”

“Well, this… this selection is for us. Now. Right this moment. Reliving the days that we had spent too far from each other, presenting them in these songs. I am not too good with words, but I want to prove to you now, and in the future, if you let me, that I am here. And I am willing to keep on going, for you, with you.”

Hongjoong revealed the box behind him, and opened the lid to reveal a DVD, a player and small headphones – a set which he had showed you some time ago, a ‘trophy’ which he had found while thrifting. You took the DVD out of the box, reading what had been written on the disk in sharpie.

I really love you but I’m not good with words so here you go

He helped you put the headphones on, and guided you to a nearby bench, and patiently waited as you listened to each track in the collection. He watched for any reaction from you, concern growing as you remained motionless.

Until the last song. Abruptly, you rushed to grab the player, and hit the rewind button until you were at the beginning of the song again, and closed your eyes. Soon enough, you did the same thing again. And once more. When you felt Hongjoong’s hand touching yours, in an attempt to awaken you from your daydream, you opened your eyes and broke into a bittersweet grin, clicking pause. Finally, an understanding between you. You scooted closer to him, and tilted your head until it was against his shoulder, and sighed.

“I don’t want this song to end, Hongjoong.”

“Neither do I.”

“You better keep it going, music man.”

“Only with you as co-producer. Rewind.” He motioned a circle with the index finger of his free hand, and you slapped it playfully with your own.

“And remix.”

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simplyadoreateez · 1 year

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Happy Valentine’s Day from Ateez 💘

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snoozebin · 3 months

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💗 𓂅 ˓ my only love.. 𓏲ᵎ٬

🎀 my only one ❜ ⁺ ❀

⟡ park seong hwa.

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cinnabaexoxo · 3 months

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Found this earlier. Sorry, Captain, but that dancer is my bias 😅

#ateez #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #valentines day #bb trippin

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stayteezdreams · 3 months

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Celebrating Valentines Day {Maknae Line}

Headcanons/Scenarios: How you celebrate Valentines Day together - Maknae Line

{Hyung Line}

Pairings: Ateez Maknae Line x Gn!Reader (separate)

Warnings: Mentions of food/eating in all members sections.

Words: 0.7k

San

San has always wanted to go all-out on Valentines Day ever since you started dating.

I'm talking rose petals everywhere when you walk into the room, cute balloons, a big bouquet of flowers, chocolates, teddy bear, candles, and a homemade dinner.

He is nervous but excited.

You are in shock when you walk in and he can't help but giggle at your reaction.

San makes you feel spoiled, and that is his intention.

You felt guilty because it felt as though your gift and chocolates paled in comparison.

But San reassured you, you could have gotten him just a card and he would have loved it.

After you ate dinner, you ate a cute cake you had bought for the two of you.

Something he had known you were excited to buy, so he didn't bother with dessert.

You spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch, wrapped in each others arms.

Where it went after that is up to you...

Mingi

You and Mingi wanted to do something fun for Valentines, but were stressed with the idea of planing it out.

So you decided to just go with wherever the day took you.

After breakfast together you went to a park nearby that was hosting a small music event.

If you wanted, Mingi would put you up on his shoulders/back so you could see everything over the crowd.

You spent a few hours there before heading off to a Valentines cooking class you booked that morning.

You cooked each other food and made each other chocolates.

It had been something you were interested in for a while, so you thought you might as well do it on the cheesiest day of the year.

You finished off the evening going to a small festival nearby.

You played some games, watched fireworks, and somehow ate even more food.

By the time the two of you had gotten home you were exhausted, but happy.

You decided going with whatever you found ended up being the best decision you could have made.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung of course surprised you with a beautiful bouquet, and a much-too-large stuffed animal.

You made him chocolates from scratch which made him squeal with excitement (you know the noise), and he proceeded to pepper kisses all over your face for an alarming amount of time.

Wooyoung is in full support of fun Valentines Dates.

Mainly, a giant arcade.

Someplace you could spend hours having fun together.

You played racing games, sport games, bowling, mini golf.

You danced and did karaoke, and won a dozen prizes in claw games before the two of you grew tired enough to go home.

Once you got home, Wooyoung insisted on cooking you dinner.

After some convincing he agreed to let you help by cutting up some vegetables, and clearing the dirty dishes.

Music played as you cooked, and after a few dance breaks, play fights and ...other distractions, dinner was finally done.

The rest of the evening was spent in each other's company, while Wooyoung ate all of the chocolates you made him, and then proceeded to beg you to make him more.

Jongho

Jongho had never celebrated Valentines with a significant other before.

He had been given gifts and chocolates on Valentine Day, but he had never really wanted to do the same for someone until he was with you. So he was quite nervous and unsure of what to do.

He spent a lot of time agonizing over the perfect flowers, the perfect chocolates, the perfect thing to say.

Then as the two of you were talking about the holiday, you told him you didn't care what he got you. The fact that he would do anything for you at all made you feel special.

This boosted his confidence and settled his nerves.

But he still surprised you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a large variety chocolate box.

Also a large teddy bear he said would be his replacement for when he was away.

You got him flowers too, which made him blush and giggle. A sight you had rarely seen that you wish cold be engraved in your mind.

Neither of you wanted to brave the crowded city full of couples.

So you ordered an abundance of your favorite foods, put on your favorite movies, made a comfy pillow fort in the living room and spent the night huddled together.

It was simple, but it was perfect.

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𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨

Pairing: best friend! Yunho x f!reader

Genre: a bit of fluff, angst, sex between 2 side characters nothing graphic (wrap before you tap!), best friends to lovers, valentine’s day, one shot, best friend au, valentine’s series, pet names(baby, tiny), mention of alcohol/weed, arguing, fist fighting, strong language

Synopsis: It’s Valentine’s Day, a day you’d normally spend with your boyfriend of 2 years. Instead, you guys are at his friend’s house party because you decided to change things up. You’re happily enjoying yourself until you spot something you shouldn’t have seen, ruining the very hope you had left for love. Yunho, your best friend has always been there for you despite his constant concerns about this boyfriend. He just wanted the best for you. Could he be the best that you’ve always needed?

Now Playing: In Your Eyes - The Weeknd

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: I am SOOO sorry for how long this upload took! I’ve been working all week *anything for ateez tickets* on top of that, studying & last minute baby sitting. I couldn’t tell you guys how many times I’ve changed Yunho’s idea. Safe to say, y’all are in for a RIDE!

Seonghwa's Pt. Masterlist Yeosang's Pt.

The music boomed in your ears as you danced around with your boyfriend. The aroma of alcohol and weed surrounds you, almost suffocating. You danced closely to your boyfriend, feeling his hands grasp around your waist as you held your red cup.

It was your 2nd Valentine’s Day with your boyfriend Suho, however, the last thing you’d expect was for him to take you to a party. Still, you didn’t mind it as all you wanted to do was spend time with him. You didn’t mind the intoxicating smell of weed and alcohol surrounding you if that meant you got to be with your boyfriend all night.

You wore a nicely fitted sparkly black dress, coming up just to your mid-thigh. You paired it with black gladiator 4-inch heels that had a bit of ridged grip at the bottoms and some pieces of gold jewelry to give it some extra flare. Your hair was nicely done, as well as your choice of makeup; smokey eyes, black liner with lashes, and a dark bloody red lip color. You were normally someone who wore baggy clothes and sneakers whenever you were out, so this was a drastic change for you.

You began to drink more as you danced with your boyfriend, practically intoxicating yourself. He began to kiss against your neck, feeling the vibration of your moans under his lips. He stopped suddenly, making you turn to face him with a pouting face. You noticed his eyes turned away from you, pointing from across the room. He smirked slightly, making you tilt your head in confusion.

“What? What is it?” You began to turn your head to follow his eyes until he stopped you, placing his hand against your cheek. He smiled at you and kissed your forehead softly.

“It’s nothing, baby, I’ll be back okay? Keesung wants me to go talk to him for a sec.” You pouted some more, nodding as you watched him walk away from you into the dining room.

Looking down at your drink, you took another sip, feeling the rush of how cold it was going through your body. However, you weren’t going to let anything stop you. You vowed to have a good night, and that’s exactly what you would do. So you continued to dance, allowing the alcohol to flow through your veins.

You felt a small vibration coming from your bra, feeling for your phone, you pulled it out and saw Yunho’s contact picture. You beamed with excitement and picked up the phone, eager to talk to him.

“Yuyu!! Come dance with me will you please?”

There was a moment of confusion from the boy. Your words slurred slightly as you spoke, making him question you.

“Y/n? Are you drunk right now?!”

Your face was flushed red, eyes barely open as you continued to smile towards the screen which made Yunho roll his eyes. You were practically a goner, not even aware of what was going on around you.

“Where’s your boyfriend? Isn’t he supposed to be with you right now??”

A small worried look painted Yunho’s face. He always had a bad feeling about Suho, not just because he didn’t like Yunho but because he always left you alone. He was rude to you, constantly fighting with you. It was a toxic relationship that you refused to leave for god knows what. Yunho knew he wouldn’t treat you that way, that he wouldn’t let you out of his sight if you were near blackout drunk. Who knows what could happen?

“Oh… I’m not sure. He said.. he was gonna talk to Keesung but.. I haven’t seen him since.”

Your words continued to slur as you spoke to Yunho, making him grow increasingly worried about you. He got up from where he sat and grabbed his keys from the holder, still with you on the phone.

“I’m coming to get you. Your no-good of a boyfriend clearly couldn’t care for your whereabouts if he left you alone like this.”

You pouted, whining as you begged Yunho not to. “You don’t even have the address!! How could you even know where I am?!”

He ignored you, walking outside of the house towards his truck as he began to unlock and open the door. You continued to try and get his attention when he sighed harshly and finally answered you.

“I’ll be there in 5, Y/n. Whether you like it or not, I’m not letting you stay there. Bye.”

With that he hung up abruptly, leaving you with a confused daze as you groaned. You placed the empty cup on the table in front of you, feeling a sudden urge to use the restroom. So many things surround you as you wander through put home, not knowing where the bathroom might’ve been. Dancing people, couples kissing, even people who stood by and watched these sights. Red solo cups were laid out amongst the floors and tables along with empty beer bottles. Multiple men tried to grab your attention, consistently hollering or whistling at you but you continued to ignore them as you were uninterested.

Finally finding the stairs to the bathroom, you sighed with relief and made your way up. The music continued to pound in your ears but quieted down a bit once you made it more than halfway up the stairs. You stopped at the second to last step looking at each door.

Your eyes came across one down the hall that was a bit cracked with the light on. You walked across the hall, soon stopping in your tracks at the noise coming from its direction. You heard not one, but two individuals. It was a bit intriguing to you, of course not knowing who it might be. As you walked closer, the moans grew louder, beginning to ring in your ears. The more you walked, the moans began to separate allowing you to distinguish both a male and female in the room.

You cocked your head to the side, growing curious as to who was in the room but you stopped outside of the door. Would it not be intruding if you took a peek at two people simply enjoying themselves? Isn’t that kind of wrong?

You shook your head, turning back around to walk towards the bathroom. You were drunk, so it’s no surprise that you weren’t in your right mind to make rash decisions. That was until you heard his name.

Your boyfriend’s name.

You stopped in your tracks, feeling your heart jump out of your chest. Even though you were far from tipsy, you were well aware to know that your boyfriend’s name was called. You turned around and made your way back towards the door. You took a deep breath, peeking through the opening in the doorway. As the sounds grew louder, they started to become deafening.

Your eyes widened at the sight before you; seeing your boyfriend sat up on the bed, almost completely naked. His head was thrown back as he went to wipe his hair out of his face and moaned continuously. You felt your heart break into a million pieces as you walked further into the room, the grunts and moans being complete horror to your ears.

Walking closer, you notice a girl under him practically grasping the sheets under her. She moaned repeatedly as your boyfriend held onto her breasts from under her dress. You felt your eyes swell up with tears as the moment dawned on you, feeling a harsh burning in your heart.

Your boyfriend was cheating on you.. on Valentine’s Day…

“Suho..? What are you doing…?”

Yunho made his way to the door of the house, opening it eagerly hoping to you so that he could take you home. Only to see that your presence wasn’t here. Yunho began to ask around, wondering if others may have seen you but of course, no one paid attention enough. They were all too high or past the legal drinking threshold to drive.

He started to walk around the house, getting constant stares from everyone as they wondered who he was and what he was doing there. When he realized you weren’t on the lower floor, he made his way toward the staircase, hoping you were only using the restroom.

Someone rushed into him as he walked, making him slightly lose his balance and groan loudly. He looked over to see a young man around the same height as him with short pink hair and sunglasses. It was Mingi.

“Mingi!! What the hell?! Watch where you’re going, dude!”

Mingi looked at Yunho, smiling widely. His eyes were bloodshot red and he reeked of weed. Yunho rolled his eyes, looking around for his elders who he could not find as he remembered they too were at this party. Mingi continued to smoke from the blunt he had in his hand, making Yunho roll his eyes in annoyance.

He shook his head, leaving Mingi behind, and continued walking towards the stairs until he heard yelling coming from above. He looked around, wondering if anyone else had caught on but with the loud music blaring through every speaker, no one paid any mind to it.

The yelling began to rise, startling those around Yunho as he grew worried. There you were at the top of the stairs practically screaming your head off at your now ex-boyfriend. You began to storm down the stairs as you made it known to everyone how much of a fake he was, calling him a liar even a snake. It wasn’t long before Suho began to follow behind you, shirtless and shaming you for the reason of his reckless cheating.

“Fuck you!! I never even needed you anyways! You’re always hanging around that group of boys.. what? Are they gang-banging you??”

You paused, feeling your entire body tense as you turned your head, your strong glare meeting his eyes. The entire room became quiet as they all watched from afar, refusing to engage.

“Excuse me?!” You softly spoke. You walked towards your now ex-boyfriend, pushing him towards the stairs. Yunho quickly made his way over to you, about to grab your hand and pull you away when Suho pushed you to the ground, kicking your leg.

“You heard me you slut. Get out of my fucking face.”

Yunho felt his body heat with rage as he walked over to Suho, swinging his fist with full force at his face. The entire room let out a loud gasp, watching the blow he had taken. Suho held onto his check, smirking at Yunho. You sat on the ground, forcing yourself to get up to stop the two of them from fighting. Your ex-boyfriend tackled Yunho, repeatedly punching him in the face as he tried hard to fight back. You pulled at Suho, begging him to let go of Yunho until Mingi and San pulled him off and dragged him away.

Yunho spat blood onto the floor, getting up as he wiped his face. He reached into his pockets for his keys and grabbed you by the arm, walking outside.

“Yunho, what the fuck was that?! I can defend myself! You know you’re practically weak compared to Suho!” You stopped in front of the tall man, your face red with anger.

Yunho only ignored you, walking over to his truck. He unlocked it and got into his truck, starting it. You stood outside of his truck perplexed. “Hello??! So you’re just gonna fucking ignore me now?! Hey! I’m talking to you!” You continued to bark at him as he ignored you, pushing him to his limit.

“Will you just get in the fucking truck so I can take you home?!” Yunho banged against the dashboard and glared at you harshly, immediately turning your anger into fear. “You’re drunk y/n! Can’t you fucking see that?!”

You furrowed your eyebrows in anger as you stood by the car. “I’m fine Yunho! I don’t need you looking after me all the time like I’m a fucking ki- Yea? Well clearly somebody needs to and your boyfriend won’t!!” You stood there in silence as Yunho cut you off.

You felt a harsh lump in your throat as you opened the door to his truck and got in. Strapping in your seatbelt, the silence between the both of you grew. As Yunho began to drive through the empty dark streets, you stared up at the moon feeling saddened by how the night ended. Not only did you catch your boyfriend cheating on you, but it felt as if there was tension between you and your best friend. Knowing that you two drifted lately, it felt like this fight only pulled you two away more. The moon continued to shine against your tear-stained face as you cried silently, feeling the heat of everything now catching up to you.

You wanted to speak but your tears stopped your words from coming out, so you remained silent, eventually drifting off into a deep sleep.

You woke up in a softly lit room, which was only illuminated by a small lamp. Looking around, you take note of your surroundings. It smelled of a familiar cologne making you quickly realize that this was not your own. You heard the door creak open, only to see Yunho lock eyes with you as he entered the room. He brought you a warm cup of tea and placed it by the bedside table.

“Yunho?”

He ignored your calling and sat by you on the bed, soon hugging you tightly without saying a sound. You paused for a moment, unsure of what to do or say. The weight of everything began crashing onto you, crushing your mind and your heart. You felt tears swell in your eyes as it eventually became overwhelming and made its way out of your system.

“I’m so sorry for yelling at you… I didn’t mean it. You were only trying to protect me.” You continued to cry into his shoulder as he rubbed your back, still not saying a word. You two remained in silence for a bit longer until Yunho pulled you out of the hug and smiled at you reassuringly despite how messed up his face was.

“Y/n, you truly deserve the world. I’d take a thousand beatings from doucebag guys if it meant you’d be happy. I’m sorry your Valentine’s had to end this way.”

His words filled your heart with joy as his eyes admired you. He always knew the right thing to say, even when the moment was far from good. You two sat in silence for a moment, as you weren’t sure of how to respond.

“Yuyu, I don’t know. You were right the whole time about Suho and I didn’t even listen to you. I deserve what happened to me tonight.”

You continued to cry once again, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you looked away to hide your embarrassment. Yunho cupped your face with his hands, pulling it to face him as he finally gave in to his feelings. He leaned in to kiss you softly, catching you by surprise. You leaned in closer, kissing him back passionately to feel the heat of his lips against your own.

You both pulled away for some air, your faces still very close to each other. You gazed into each other’s eyes lovingly, Yunho’s flushed with red as he finally dared to do what he’d been wanting to for so long.

“Y/n.. I love you. I always have. Nothing you do or say would change that for me.”

Your face blushed at hearing his confession. It was the last thing you expected on this horrible night. You looked away hesitantly still feeling the effects of the alcohol in your system. Yunho placed his hand on yours, caressing it with his thumb lightly.

“Hey, it’s okay if you’re unsure. With everything you went through tonight, you need time and I understand that.”

Yunho was always the best at reassuring you when you needed it most. He knew Suho broke your heart and smashed it, how he tried to call you out and make you look bad in front of everyone. You felt used and abused, just wanting to forget this nightmare of a holiday.

“I know. I appreciate all the reassuring Yu.” He nodded, keeping a firm hold on your hand.

“It may take a lot for me.. but, I’ve always had this deep feeling for you, maybe it’s one I’ve pushed down because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” You looked at him and quickly looked away, feeling your face heat up nervously.

“I’ve chased after different guys, desperate to keep these feelings I had for you away. I just didn’t want to lose you entirely because of how I felt for so long.”

Yunho sighed, pulling your face softly to look at him. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight as he smiled in admiration of you. “It’s okay Y/n. I’ve felt this way for years too. Believe me.”

You smiled softly quickly looking at the moon that showed through the window. “Do you know why I like the moon Yunho?”

The young man tilted his head, confused at your sudden question. He looked up at the moon with you, its brightest form shining down on the both of you.

“Well, remember that one time in grade school that you said I was pretty like the moon?” You looked back down at Yunho, seeing his face flush pink as he scratched the back of his head. He nodded in embarrassment and put his head down.

“I’m surprised you remember.” He laughed a bit and smiled at you. You nodded and looked down as your hands remained intertwined.

“You’re my moon, Yuyu,” you paused before leaning to kiss him again. “The moon to my stars.”

divider creds: @cafekitsune

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I wanted to make this a bit *PFT* angsty.. I promise Yeosang’s part won’t take to long nor will it be angst haha. Pure fluff for him!

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