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Of Course | j.wy

Wooyoung x Transmasc!Reader; Featuring Genderqueer!Best Friend!Hongjoong

Genre: Friends To Lovers, Hurt Comfort, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: penetration, unprotected sex, squirting, cunnilingus, hurt with lots of comfort, themes of gender dysphoria, themes of bullying, lots of insecurities, reader uses they/he pronouns, Hongjoong uses they/them pronouns, Wooyoung is a gay man with an open heart

You can find the woosan version of this fic here! [Not out yet]

A/N: Sorry I delayed it so long but since this is not only a very sensitive topic for some but it is a topic very close to my heart so I wanted this fic to be perfect. I myself struggle with lot's of gender dysphoria and sometimes the way I cope is by reading trans coded or straight up trans!idol/trans!reader smut or fluff and I wanted to really convey how I may feel sometimes in this work. I really hope you all enjoy it and once again, a huge thanks to @wooyoblr for proofreading for me!!

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You’ve never really understood it.

Wooyoung has always boggled your mind. Since meeting him in your freshman year of college, back when you had just begun to discover and explore your identity, he has shown you nothing but kindness. Always understanding, always trying to understand.

Hongjoong had integrated you into the friend group, them really being your first friend who understood how you felt, the turmoil inside.

“Hey everyone, this is y/n, they are my new friend. Make sure to make them feel welcome.” Hongjoong welcomed you in, they had taken you under their wing after catching you having a breakdown outside of Dorm A. They had comforted you as you cried, telling you all the things you wanted to hear after getting into an argument with your roommate about ‘presenting more feminine around her friends’. They understood you on a deeper level.

Wooyoung didn’t, he didn’t understand yet. But he tried to, he wanted to. He was the first to greet you after Hongjoong welcomed you in.

“Hey, I’m Wooyoung! I hope we become close friends.” Wooyoung’s smile seemed to light up the entire room. You had just met him but his presence, his very being, had felt warm and inviting.

Everyone else greeted you the same, but something felt different about Wooyoung from the get go. From then on you hung out with the group. You mostly hung out with Hongjoong outside of the group, them being the most understanding of course, and over time they had become one of your best friends. You relied on them a lot.

You had met Hongjoong in your shared psychology class, as ironic as that is. You had sat next to each other in the full class and on the first day the professor had everyone do an activity, making pronoun and name tag plates to keep for the first week of classes. The pronouns you had decided to write were they/he which had piqued their interest.

“Hey, I’m Hongjoong, what’s your name?” they had asked you, their curiosity shining through their eyes.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” They noticed how shy you seemed and wanted to loosen the air. You peeked at their own name plate which had ‘they/them’ sprawled on it in quite frankly, horrible handwriting. It made you giggle a bit out loud on accident.

“What’s so funny?” They cocked an eyebrow at you, a small smirk quirking at their lips.

“Nothing, it’s just, I can barely read your name tag. What are your pronouns?” You honestly had just wanted to double check. You could read it fine but for some reason you felt like you wanted verbal confirmation, confirmation that you weren’t the only non cis person on campus.

“They/them! I’m genderqueer.” They smiled brightly, the prospect of meeting someone else who doesn’t fit the binary filling their own heart with glee. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your own gender? I noticed you use they/he.” They pointed at your own name tag, decorated in doodles and bold letters.

“Oh I uh, I’m not sure haha, I’m just feeling things out for now,” you replied, slinking back into your chair with just a slight bit of dread. It’s rare that you admit anything out loud, and even rarer to a stranger, but they made you feel comforted.

“That’s fair, we are all figuring our own shit out. I’m glad to have met you y/n.” They held their hand out to shake your own and you took it slowly, a smile spreading across your face.

At the end of the class the two of you exchanged numbers and had texted over the next few days, a close friendship quickly forming. They became the first friend you made that was similar to you, that understood you.

One day, you were caught crying again, this time in the library.

“Hey y/n, what’s wrong?”

You had expected it to be Hongjoong as usual, but you turned around and were greeted with a different but familiar face.

“Wooyoung?” you said between sniffles, digging your head out of your sleeve from laying it down on the table.

“Are you alright? What happened?” His voice was soft, calming. Unlike most who had ever asked if you were okay, his voice held a weight to it that you had only felt from one other person, that person being Hongjoong.

“It’s nothing, really.” You wiped your face of your tears. Wooyoung sat in the chair across from you, looking at you not with sympathy– but of something else. Comfort maybe? To this day you still aren’t sure what it was.

“No, tell me what’s on your mind, I’m here to listen.” His voice dripped in genuine concern and for some reason, it got through your usually tough exterior.

That day, you had told him everything you had told Hongjoong, about what goes through your head, why you feel the way you do, and how the people closest to you refuse to accept how you feel and think. He sat there and listened intently. He asked questions but nothing offensive or insulting. He wanted to understand, he wanted to learn.

It felt like the two of you sat and talked for hours, and maybe you had. He made you feel safe, and comfortable. He made you feel wanted, in a different way that Hongjoong had made you feel.

Hongjoong was like you; they knew what it felt like to be confused, to not see yourself correctly when looking in a mirror, but Wooyoung was different. Wooyoung didn’t understand as well, but he wanted to. He would never feel the way you feel when you wake up in skin that doesn’t feel like your own, but he did his best to listen, and comprehend.

Months pass by and the two of you grew close; even the group noticed. “I think Woo has a crush,” Mingi teased.

“I think y/n fell for him first,” Jongho would say.

And before you two had even recognized it, they did. Hongjoong always knew, however.

The day after spilling your heart out to Wooyoung, you had confided in Hongjoong about what happened, feeling a bit scared. “I’ve never been this open with someone cis before,” you had said. After listening intently to the way you spoke about Wooyoung, Hongjoong knew – he just could tell in the way your tone of voice wavered in pitch.

After the joking and teasing, the two of you had finally realized how you felt about each other. One day, while hanging out in your dorm, Wooyoung had confessed. “Y/n, this is gonna sound so stupid…” He trailed off, biting his lip and searching for the right words to say. You were looking at him, fully concentrated on his words. You could predict what he was going to say subconsciously, and it made your heart feel tight.

“What is it, Wooyo?” The nickname made his own heart clench – if it could burn any more than it already was from the buildup, it would be nothing but ashes.

“I was wondering, if– well…” You searched his face for any sign of comfort and after a moment of looking around the room he gathered his confidence and locked onto your eyes, the assurance you needed settling your heart, just the slightest bit. With bated breath, he starts, “Will you go out with me?” He pauses only for a second, his breath hitching as he looks intently into your eyes before he gets nervous and speaks again, “It’s okay if you say no, I mean you don’t have to. I mean I totally get it if–” His words were cut short by your soft lips melding with his gently, just a slight touch if anything.

You pull back as quick as you had kissed him and smiled as wide as your mouth would allow. “Of course I want to go out with you, Youngie.” His own smile grew three times the size of your own, and he leaned forward pressing a more firm kiss onto your mouth.

Wooyoung held your face in his large hands, deepening the kiss before pulling away. “You have no idea how happy I am.”

***

A few years passed and it led you to now, in Wooyoung’s dorm lazily drawing circles on his stomach while he works on some homework. The two of you are laying on his bed, you curled into his side while he types away on his laptop. The soft yellow light from his desk lamp illuminates the both of you, casting a shadow on the wall behind the bed. You look up at his face and admire the curve of his jaw, and the way the light hits his face, showing the perfect sculp of his nose. Sitting here was comforting, but recently your mind slipped again from the long silence.

Why did Wooyoung love you? Why was he with you? What does he have to gain from dating someone who feels masculine, but has the body of a woman? Why would he willingly want to be with someone like you? Wooyoung is a cis gay man, so why in the world would he want to be with someone like you? You don’t have what he wants, and there is a chance that you may never have it. You don’t even realize it, but the thoughts crowding your head made tears prick your eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he questions with concern, a thumb swiping at a small tear that fell from your eye.

“What? Oh sorry, it’s nothing, I was just thinking.” You’re lying, of course he could tell that you were lying, and of course he wouldn’t let it slide.

“No, don’t do that.” Wooyoung closes his laptop and sets it on the desk next to his bed, just short of an arms length away. He brings his other hand up to your arm, thumbing over your skin to soothe you. It only makes you aware of what you are. “Tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart.” He looks down at you with furrowed eyebrows, concern drawing on his face.

Wooyoung has never, and probably will never look at you with a look of pity, or sympathy. He only feels. He feels what you feel, he feels the hurt, the loneliness. He may never understand, but the want, no– the need to understand is enough.

“I just–” you start, and struggle to continue. You sit up on the bed and face him, his arms now in his lap and his eyes focused on your face. Your tears well up a bit more. “Why do you like me?” you ask, another tear slipping from your eye and sliding down your cheek.

Wooyoung’s eyebrows furrow empathetically but he makes no move to reach for you, knowing where you may be going with this. “Sweetheart, why wouldn’t I like you? You give me so many reasons to.”

In the past, this very moment has happened and it’s always been over stupid reasons. You love Wooyoung, but you envy who he is, the way he looks. It’s not a harsh thought, it’s something you think about most people you admire, even strangers, but you can’t help but let the thoughts consume you. The way his body was sculpted, the way his face looks, he is who you want to be. You envied him and Hongjoong, for being so comfortable in their own skins when all you wanted to do was crawl out of your own. It’s a selfish thought.

You look down at the sheets away from his face and suck back your tears. “But I’m not who you want. I’m fucked up, I don’t even know who I am. Why?”

Wooyoung takes the opportunity to finally guide his hand onto your jaw, lifting your head up to look at him. “I love you because you’re you, y/n. Why would I let something so trivial get in the way of how I feel? I don’t care what you look like, I don’t care about what sex you are. You are you, and I love every part of you.” He scoots closer to you, your knees touching as he leans forward to place a gentle kiss on your lips, then where your tears fall. “You’re mine,” he says between kisses, trailing down your cheeks, to your jaw, and to your neck. “My beautiful boy.”

The word boy ignites a fire in your heart, and slows the tears.

“I want you, and only you.”

His large hands place themselves just above your knees to ground himself, before he pulls away again. He squeezes the area reassuringly. He gently places short kisses against your neck. Wooyoung’s mouth against your skin makes sparks fly with every touch you feel so grounded, so real underneath him. He makes you feel like you.

“Will you let me have you?”

Another tear drops, but it’s not a sad one. He truly loves you, and you can see it. You spend countless hours worrying about your appearance, your mind, what others think of you. But Wooyoung soothes those worries. He is just what you want, what you need. You may forget from time to time but deep down you know, and you just need to be reminded.

“Of course.”

Both pairs of lips find each other once again, heat bubbling beneath the surface of the heavy kiss. Wooyoung melts into you with every breath, every touch, and you melt into him just the same. The two of you become one as your passion grows. You climb into his lap and grind down slightly, throwing your arms around his neck to ground yourself.

Wooyoung grinds up into you and meets your rhythm, his cock steadily growing harder from the heavy air now surrounding the both of you. You slide your tongue into his mouth languidly, taking the time to explore it like it was your first time. But with Wooyoung, everything felt like your first time.

He made you feel so different from what anybody else had ever made you feel.

As Wooyoung grinds up into your center with more force you let out short breathy moans. His half hard cock is enough to get you aroused and feel the fire grow in your abdomen. You tug at his shirt lightly, “Wooyoung, clothes, please.” You climb off of his lap and start to undress yourself. Every time you have been intimate with Wooyoung, you never felt like you had to pretend to be someone else. You never felt like a woman, or a man. All you felt was Wooyoung.

Being intimate with him was so natural that you never thought about anything but the way he made you feel, and you didn’t feel like you had to pretend with him, you could just be you.

The both of you undress quickly and you lay back against his bed, Wooyoung crawling between your legs and up to your face, placing butterflies kisses along your jaw until he gets to your neck. He suckles on your neck leaving small hickeys and bruises trailing to your collarbone, making sure to avoid your chest.

“Can I eat you out?” he asks gently, taking extra care to circle his thumbs on your inner thighs as he kisses your belly lightly.

“Yes, god please, Wooyoung,” you breathe out and reach to rake your hand through his hair.

He looks up at you with shimmering eyes, lust and arousal swirling in them and you swear you could cum right then and there. He dips down into your hole and places experimental kitten licks along your folds, dipping his tongue inside of you every now and then just to get a better taste. “So good for me,” he says, breathless. “Tastes so good, my good boy.” The pet name causes you to moan loudly and you really hope Jongho hadn’t come back to the dorm yet or he totally would have heard that.

Wooyoung swirls his tongue up to your clit, already hard and throbbing lightly in anticipation. He sucks lightly on it, switching between that motion and kisses when he brings his fingers up to your hole, inserting one just up to the first knuckle. Your moans seem to be neverending as you feel your orgasm build quickly. You feel your muscles tighten and contract, preparing for your impending high. He inserts another finger and scissors them to stretch you out a bit, before curling upwards to hit your sweet spot. He mouths at your bud with more force as he can tell you're close.

Your grip on his hair tightens when he moves his fingers at a much faster pace and it becomes clear what he is trying to do. His fingers fuck upwards, hitting your spot over and over. Your moans grow even louder when you feel a white hot sensation heat the area on and around your clit. It isn’t long before you feel a wetness rush through, your orgasm hitting strong as your juices cover Wooyoung’s mouth, squirting all over his face and the sheets below. He drinks it all up as he continues to lap at your clit and finger you. The way he mouths at your center sends shiver up and down your spine. He had always been amazing at oral, eating you out like a fresh fruit he couldn’t get enough of.

“Tastes so good.” He cleans you up as you come down from your first high. “So good for me, sweetheart, so pretty.” He leans up and kisses you, his mouth still coated in your cum and juices. “Want me to fuck your hole now?”

You whimper in response, pressing your legs together but his own strong legs blocking the way. Wooyoung is leaning against you fully, his cock teasing your pussy as he ruts forward.

“No, I need a response sweetheart.” His mouth latches onto your neck, wet kisses covering your bruises.

“Please Youngie, I need you to fuck me. I’m such a good boy please.”

He groans loudly at you using your own pet name. “Okay, I’ll fuck you, such a good boy.” He lines up his cock with your entrance and pushes in with no resistance, the mixture of cum and squirt being enough to lube up the both of you. Wooyoung was average sized but had enough girth and veins to make up for it. He always filled you so well, up to the brim. It’s like his cock was made for you. “Fuck, so tight, so good.” he moans, bottoming out and letting you adjust.

“Mm, so full Youngie, please move,” you whimper beneath his touch.

Once you adjusted to his size, he started to thrust slowly, taking in the way you clench with every thrust, and the beautiful sounds that tumble from your mouth when he hits the right spot. “So pretty, all mine.” He picks up his pace slowly, lifting your leg over his shoulder to get a better angle to hit deeper. You're seeing stars with every thrust of his hips, the feeling of his balls slapping into you making him feel so real, making you feel grounded.

He starts pounding into you with time, feeling his orgasm build as he fucks relentlessly. “Wooyoungie, so good don’t stop,” you moan loudly. You didn’t think anything could be better than this. “Fuck, love you so much,” you practically yell. You’re feeling so much, so much of him. You feel all of him. It’s overwhelming almost, the way you feel when with him, when he touches you. Your hand is resting next to your head and he takes the opportunity to lock his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly as if a small reassurance. You can feel the familiar heat in your abdomen build once again and you squirt a few times before your final orgasm washes over you.

Wooyoung feels himself just as close, so on edge. “Fuck, let me fill you up, wanna be full? Does my good boy want me to fill him up?” He buries his neck into your shoulder.

“Yes, make me yours.”

With a few final thrusts he empties inside of you, rope after rope of cum coating your walls and filling you up perfectly. “Love you, fucking love you so much. You’re mine.” His hips still and you both breathe heavily. He leans up from your shoulder and places a soft kiss onto your lips. “Who’s are you?” he asks softly, running his free hand through your hair and squeezing your clasped hands reassuringly.

“I’m yours, only yours.” You kiss his forehead as he pulls out, his cum dripping out of your hole and down your taint onto the sheets. You clench a bit at the feeling of emptiness. He places a kiss on top of your forehead.

“Am I really?” This time, he asks you and looks at you with that same look he gave you a few years ago, back when you had opened up to him for the first time. You feel you heart swell with warmth and comfort.

“Of course.”

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absentcaryatid · 3 years

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Filled With Pride

Epilogue to the Juicy Cock Saga, an ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Fluff and innuendo only, all talk and no action but still quite NSFW, 3.7K words, Agender reader using she/her pronouns.

You may wish to read the Prologue first: She Came On A Red Motorbike

Previous Chapter: Everything But Juicy Cock

San Francisco, the final stop of yet another fully sold out ATEEZ World Tour. However, the Saturday night concert was not their last day of obligations before returning to South Korea. This year ATEEZ would be participating in the San Francisco Pride Parade. As the newly installed Vice President of KQ Entertainment, the float had been your idea to showcase both the group your company managed and advertise the first international location of your grandmother’s chicken restaurant, Juicy Cock.

Professional as always, the members looked refreshed despite the late hour from the previous night’s concert. Each member was wearing a solid color shirt with their name then “Loves Juicy Cock” in large print. Together they made a rainbow of shades to go along with Hongjoong’s in brown and Yeosang’s black thereby completing the set of colored stripes from the racially inclusive Philadelphia Pride Flag. Knowing he was more easily embarrassed by innuendo, originally Yeosang had been offered the job of wearing the chicken suit instead of the suggestive shirt.

San had adoringly quipped, “that would make you the Juicy Cock we all love.”

Surprisingly feeling more comfortable with suggestive wording these days, Yeosang decided he would wear the shirt to match his teammates and chose black for the pride flag color to be printed with “Yeosang Loves Juicy Cock!” This opened up the opportunity for one of the managers to wear the chicken costume. You knew she had a long-term partner from your chicken delivery days to the couple’s home but was not able to be out as a lesbian in Korea. With this opportunity she was thrilled to have the chance to be cheered on riding a pride float in San Francisco, even if it was in a chicken suit. You made sure to take plenty of pictures for their kids and a video with tender words for her spouse in all but name.

Homemade pride patches covered the arms and backs of the shirts the members were wearing. In an ATINY led fan activity once the parade participation had been announced LGBTQIA+ ATEEZ fans from all over the globe had sewn pride patches that matched their identities and sent the artwork to KQ Entertainment headquarters. Sorting through the pieces each man chose a few that were particularly meaningful to themselves for whatever reason to give prominent placement on their shoulders.

For his parade shirt Mingi had lovingly picked out asexual, agender, and neurodiversity genderqueer flags with you in mind and Yeosang was also thinking of someone specific to honor with the bisexual and Philly Pride patches he chose. Some other members were able to find flags that matched an identity of their own and could wear them seemingly as support for fans without having to out themselves. Their teammates knew the full meaning though and it warmed their hearts to see their friends getting to wear pride insignia publicly for the first time.

Seamstresses at KQ temporarily attached the patches to the parade shirts and embroidered initials of the senders. This seemingly small thing was more powerful than any of you could have guessed. Photos of the completed shirts circulated online and patch senders gushed to see their artwork on an idol, especially those who were not out or had no access to Pride where they lived. For trans ATINY the opportunity came with the added bonus of their real initials accompanying the contribution, some seeing them in print for the first time. Those posts garnered the most supportive and teary comments from the other fans.

After the event the pride flags would be auctioned off to benefit charities working with young people in each of the communities represented by the art. Quite a lot of money was raised, especially when other Korean and a few international idols spent a bundle to win specific patches. It looked like being an ally to their fans but for some it really was personally meaningful and even a few bid out of interest in the member who had worn it. The accompanying publicity stunt of ATEEZ delivering those VIP auction win flags to fellow idols male, female, and nonbinary led to no small number of long-term relationships and hook-ups afterward.

For now the parade was in full swing and you loved seeing the crowd react to the Juicy Cock float. Wearing an ace and agender shirt you felt proud to be up there with your friends waving to the crowd. Slowly making their way down the street, ATEEZ cycled through some topical songs of theirs, “Celebrate” was one of them along with “Better,” “Time of Love,” and “Desire.” “The Real” seemed to get the biggest reaction along the route, it really matched the joyful party atmosphere of the day. Hongjoong had originally wondered if the songs should be sung in translation for the largely English speaking audience, many of them new to the group, but the idea had been quickly shot down by the others. It was agreed that Pride was about being true to yourself, nobody should have to hide parts of who they are to be accepted.

Once they reached the end of the line for the floats there was one final work task to do before a well-earned week in Yosemite National Park beginning tomorrow. Winning a lot of hearts, ATEEZ was a hit in their special appearance for the grand opening of the Juicy Cock location in the heart of San Francisco’s Castro district. After dancing to “Say My Name” and “Still Here” the mini-concert ended with some individual encores. Jongho crooned a lovely rendition of “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” while Wooyoung with Seonghwa and San contributed the Chuck Berry classic “My Ding-A-Ling” which was even more popular and got the patrons to put down their chicken and sing along.

As you listened to the performances of your friends you looked around the newly built restaurant. It warmed your heart to see the posters at this location laid off the innuendo completely, well other than the name, and had the simple message “Juicy Cock is for everyone” in pride flag colors which sent a subtle enough message it could be used as bus stop ads back home as well. It also fit the new direction of the business. The Korean-American landlords, a newlywed gay couple with several young children, had been hoping to rent to a family-friendly business and had been thrilled to support a Korean company. It was a perfect time to roll out a toned down version of the chicken shop with a name that would still appeal to the neighborhood.

Beside you Hongjoong, Yeosang, and Yunho were charming the winner of the restaurant’s social media contest that sought the number one fan of Juicy Cock. Her name was Annie and she had earned an all-expenses-paid trip to the San Francisco opening. Fresh off the stage, Seonghwa joined them and you watched his eyes linger appreciatively yet respectfully over the stunning Black woman with the most beautiful curly hair he had ever seen. San joined the group as well with a kiss to Annie’s hand in greeting.

The men decided to pose for pictures and you watched Hongjoong’s face light up as he had to look slightly upward to meet her gaze while standing. You used Annie’s phone for some of the photos and before it could be returned Hongjoong was shyly adding his number to the contacts with a hopeful look. With her permission, one of the photos from your own phone was added to the Juicy Cock Instagram. It showcased her bisexual pride shirt and all eight teammates gathered around with Mingi and San closest, San’s arm around her waist quite comfortably for both of them.

Once again seated you noticed Hongjoong admiring Annie’s piercings on her face and ears. He soon offered one piece of jewelry from his own ear as a memento of meeting and she accepted with a smile and a mutually lingering touch. While the other members got up to mingle, Seonghwa and Hongjoong remained at her side and before long there was an agreement for all three of them to meet up later tonight to go dancing.

You gazed across the table lovingly at your partner. Things had been going great with Mingi for several years now. As an idol so many people in the world were calling his name but all he wanted to hear was the way you quietly said it throughout the day, frequently preceded by “I love you.” The whole time you had been together there had been negotiation about what your relationship would look like both for you being asexual and him with an intense work schedule that could often leave you alone for weeks. As time went on you had realized you only needed what might be considered 3/4 of a relationship time wise which worked out well with his frequent travel. You liked the solitude of time to yourself and also benefited from the tender reunions afterward.

Over your courtship he had continued the tradition of surprising you with references to your favorite Mingi fanfic stories. The greatest of these inspired gifts occurred the hectic week before the world tour. He had taken you to the roof of KQ Entertainment where he had previously placed a large plastic container you recognized from Yeosang’s rooftop bubble experiments for an Omniscient View segment. It was filled with loose dirt to mimic a garden. Surrounding it were several newly installed potted plants to recreate the setting of a favorite story you had read to him many times and read to yourself infinitely more. Handing you a small hand rake he encouraged you to dig for the metal box he had buried in the soil.

When you realized exactly which tale you were reenacting together your eyes teared up. Looking at him for confirmation Mingi nodded and encouraged you to continue. Just as in the story Always There, the box contained a handwritten note confessing the dream “I want to marry you when we’re big.” Differing slightly from the fic there was also a check in an envelope marked “savings for our first home together” and it was valued at far more than the boy in the story had been able to save up.

He looked at you and grinned as you threw yourself into his arms. Fully understanding you and your tastes he would not have proposed, for that is what this was, without knowing your answer with certainty. For some time the two of you had been talking about being married one day like it was already a foregone conclusion.

“I did not buy a ring yet, I don’t know if you would even want one or something else.”

“I have no idea. For now shall we consider these our engagement plants?”

Mingi laughed in agreement. “I will pay someone to make sure they survive while we are touring, I want them to have long lives reminding us of today.”

“As if I would ever forget this delightfully personalized proposal.” You snuggled deeper into his chest. “Thank you Mingi. This was very unconventional but very much us.”

He pulled out his phone and with his long arm captured a well framed picture of you both with the precious note, plants, and other elements. The Seoul skyline in the background completed the scene. Later KQ would release the photo on social media with the caption “She said yes!” but today was for the two of you to celebrate with each other, and tomorrow the rest of ATEEZ in a group dinner they would host.

The photo taken that day on the rooftop was now your phone’s lockscreen which flashed on as a call from Betty came through. With great pretense of disappointment she bowed out of hosting you for the night at her Oakland home. You had originally planned to stay at Betty’s place but as the weeks went on it became clear she and Yeosang were likely to have other plans. Very happily you agreed to stay over another time.

While your phone was out you checked the latest text from Taeil. You had asked him to look in on Gran from time to time and he had been doing more than you anticipated. Sending you a link to Zico’s latest Instagram post, you learned she had been hanging out with those two on subsequent trips to the tattoo parlor.

At your side, Mingi looked at the photos and together you saw grandmother had several new tattoos displayed proudly in her photos with Zico and Taeil. You easily recognized KQ and ATEEZ logos, and there was also a Block B bee. She also had one showing her shirt opened lower than usual to reveal the name of her girlfriend for over a decade inscribed above her heart. The number of messages from BBC cheering her on was heartwarming and you would be sure to show her the post on your return to Korea.

Before he left with the other guys Mingi reminded you to leave a good morning voice memo for your young niece to wake up to. Her house was busy these days, your brother-in-law Richard was pregnant again and you were thrilled for the men. They made great dads. Soon your family would have yet another member to one day work at Gran’s restaurant if they wished, KQ, or wherever their heart led them.

The last of the group to leave, Yeosang came by, leaned over you, and gave your shoulders a light squeeze. “Thank you for introducing us to Betty that night of her birthday.”

You smiled up at him while he enjoyed the photos of your grandmother. “I was due to sleep at her place but let me take your hotel key card instead, your roommate Mingi certainly won’t mind sharing with me. If you do come back to the hotel after all I'll go to her house.”

He handed you his key and apologized for kicking you out.

“Mingi and I were apart within the same country until he came back to duty at KQ. Even that distance was hard enough to bear. You and Betty are often an ocean apart and should take every moment you can to be together. Have a good night, Yeosang.”

“And you and your fiancé as well,” he said patting your back before walking out of the restaurant to begin his commute to Betty’s neighborhood across the bay.

You hoped the other boys would be getting back to their hotel okay after any nocturnal activities in the Castro they might wish to engage in. You would be joining Mingi as soon as you had finished some business of your own now that Korea was awake and you could reach staff at the office for some checking in. In a brief videoconference, your uncle praised the success of the tour, the largest project you had overseen for the company. His kind words filled you with pride.

Walking from the restaurant to the hotel you smiled at the way Yeosang, sure of a warm welcome with Betty, had so easily given you the keycard he would have no need for tonight. Looking forward to a quiet evening with Mingi you were disappointed to find yourself alone in the room once you arrived. The unasked question was soon answered as his voice came to you from the other side of the wall sending your eyebrows up in confusion.

“You shot your load too early, we hadn't even started yet.”

“Ground rules, avoid getting it in somebody's eyes.” That sounded like San.

“Yeah, you do not want to get that in your eye,” agreed Wooyoung, “It happened to me once with you and it stung.”

There was a knock at your door. You opened it to reveal Jongho. “I thought I heard you getting back. Follow me.”

“Jongho?” you mouthed to yourself. Whatever you thought might be going on in the adjoining room it was a surprise to have him involved too. You had always told Mingi you were open to polyamory so he was free to enjoy the full range of sexual activities life had to offer which as an ace were not as likely to be found with you. At the least you thought he might want to have someone to enjoy kissing with.

Mingi knew being poly should be an equal opportunity for everyone in the relationship, even asexuals, and with his encouragement you had developed a taste for cuddling with Yunho sometimes, just like in the fanfic. Well, not quite like the stories with sex scenes. It was something that worked out well for the three of you. Most often it was just you reading to the two men while they were draped around you on the couch or bed. There were also some fun showers with lots of splashing and laughing, and regular trips to the hot springs. But the group activity next door? That was something new for Mingi.

Understandably the members needed some form of release after the long work days on tour and doing public appearances. Though, if they were looking for male partners it was a surprise that they would choose each other when here you were in what was one of the most concentrated neighborhoods of gay and bisexual men in the world. Even more were visiting for the day of the Pride Parade itself and yet they were getting up to something with their fellow members instead. And strangest of all, now you, an asexual person, had been issued an invitation too.

You peeked into the room next door not knowing what you would see. “Is this a bad time?”

“Do come join us. We could use you,” Hongjoong smirked.

Seonghwa approached and took your wrist. Steering it to his waist he placed your hand on the firm tube. He looked at you for confirmation that this was something you wanted too. Gripping the stiff column you grasped the situation, consenting to it fully and affirmed that for him with a nod and a gentle hand on his chest. You were so close the other members could not see what passed between you.

“I am up for this,” you announced to the seven men present and they cheered your approval. “How is this going to work? Everybody at once or one at a time?”

They had already planned it out in advance and your answer came in the form of Yunho calling out with a groan, “I can’t hold off any longer!” and so it began.

Streaks flew through the air. Over your head it went, and covered you chest to knees. They were careful, some hit your cheeks and hair but nothing hit your eyes. And you were not the only one. The boys were covered in lines too. They were completely spent after about a minute and you knew how to respond.

Fingering the trigger of the slender canister Seonghwa had slipped you at the door you returned their fire and covered the seven members with vivid neon strands of silly string just as they had done to you and each other. It took a long time for the laughter to die down. Everyone hoped Yeosang was having as much fun as they were, with probably less need for cleanup afterward. Hongjoong put on some music and everyone pitched in to remove all traces of their play before he and Seonghwa left to find Annie’s room in the same hotel for their date.

Meanwhile over in Oakland Yeosang had just arrived outside Betty’s house. Tomorrow they had plans see her family at their restaurant for lunch but the morning would be spent touring Rosie the Riveter National Historical Park where her namesake aunt still was lecturing once a week. To shake Aunt Betty’s hand would be to touch the past. Betty had explained to Yeosang the awe and weight of American history visitors felt when Aunt Betty would tell her tour participants about her long life. He looked forward to being introduced to the people he hoped one day would become his family too.

That emotional experience would be tomorrow though and he took a moment to return his mind to the present. Tonight they would have to themselves after a long time apart, something he hoped to change soon as he had been looking for an apartment in Seoul they could share as her work in Korea became more frequent. He knew she would not give up her life and nearness to family in California nor would he ever ask her to. For one thing, Aunt Betty needed her around and when you are 99 years old you get what you want.

Still, his Betty had been hoping to make her trips to Korea, the homeland of half her heritage, far lengthier to spend as much time as possible with the man she loved while she worked connecting Black and Korean musicians with each other. He was beyond thrilled to help her do so from a home they shared.

Eagerly he knocked at the door.

The upstairs window above the entryway was open to the summer air and he heard her voice calling out to the entryway below. “Who is it?”

Heart bursting and ecstatic to say the words in person he answered, “Yeosang, your true love, is here.”

THE END

I think that is it folks, my stories on this theme have probably come to a close for now. (Edited to add: check the JC Saga masterlist for plenty more stories added later on.) I have spun it out far longer than ever expected, especially being the first fanfiction I have ever written. Thank you for reading along, especially the commenters and rebloggers, and I hope you find joy in other tales I may have to tell one day.

My gratitude also goes out to the real people that portray the ATEEZ personas I have played with like paper dolls in telling this story and the many staff members who contribute to making those stage characters come to life in the real world. As much as I have pretended we were getting a look at the people behind the stage names this is a work of fiction and their true lives remain unknown which is as it should be. Everyone, idol or not, deserves privacy.

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