ATEEZ - ‘야간비행 (Turbulence)’ Official MV Teaser | 2021
ATEEZ - ‘야간비행 (Turbulence)’ Official MV Teaser | 2021
❀ kim hongjoong x reader
❀ gender neutral
❀ “I think December 1st in my favorite day of the whole year. On winter’s edge, with the promise of the holiday season, but not close enough to feel rushed. It’s just always felt perfect.”
❀ word count: 424
Hongjoong wished he had his phone at hand, or a camera, because as he watched you bustle around your cramped apartment living room with a light in your eyes that couldn’t be extinguished by anything in this moment, all he wanted to do was take a picture and immortalise how beautiful you looked. Your hands fiddled with a ribbon as you tied it on the handmade ornaments the two of you had spent the afternoon making. Whilst Hongjoong’s were beautifully painted with delicate strokes, your own looked a little more like a kindergarten art project. Still, he loved yours just as much as his own, even with their slightly mangled snowmen.
He pushed himself up from where he’d been leaning against the door and made his way over to you, eyes never leaving your frame as your tongue poked out the corner of your mouth in concentration. Settling himself beside you on the floor, he gently picked at some pieces of tinsel that made their way into your hair.
“Well someone is awfully happy,” he commented as he brushed at the strands of hair framing your face, pushing them behind your ear.
A warm blush overtook your features at his actions as you replied, “I have every reason to be. It’s snowing outside, we have hot chocolate, and it’s the start of our first Christmas season living together.”
A bubbly feeling settled in Hongjoong’s stomach hearing how happy you were. Still he was curious as he questioned, “Sure, but you look happier than you do on Christmas day itself. You haven’t even gotten any presents yet.” He poked at your side teasingly, eliciting a small whine from you.
“I think December 1st in my favorite day of the whole year, though, as opposed to actual Christmas day. On winter’s edge, with the promise of the holiday season, but not close enough to feel rushed. It’s just always felt perfect,” you softly admitted, glancing up at your boyfriend with a shy smile.
“Hmm, I think it’s you who’s perfect.”
There was a beat where you just stared at each other. Then uncontrollable giggles spilled out from both of you, your bodies falling into one another.
“Joong, what in the world kind of line was that?”
“I know, I know that was so corny, I’m sorry baby.”
“Dang, you write ballads for Seonghwa and all I get are cheesy one liners.”
As the two of you devolved into lighthearted bickering, only one thought went through Hongjoong’s mind. God, he was in love. So, so in love.
ateez advent calender ❆
hello all! i am back to writing after disappearing again whoopsies. this is the masterlist for my christmas ateez series! there will be a little baby fic for each day of advent leading up to christmas and i will update this as i go along
❆ status: ongoing
❆ pairings: ot8 x reader (individual pairings listed by the day)
❆ genre(s): fluff, angst, crack, magical realism, sci-fi
december 1st ; kim hongjoong ; “I think December 1st in my favorite day of the whole year. On winter’s edge, with the promise of the holiday season, but not close enough to feel rushed. It’s just always felt perfect.”
december 2nd ; kang yeosang ; “Wait, is every piece of Christmas decor you own Nightmare Before Christmas themed?” “…maybe”
december 3rd ; choi jongho ; “Deserts are just another myth like Christmas or humans.”
december 4th ; choi san ; “I swear, if you had the audacity to hang mistletoe in my house after everything you did I’ll…”
december 5th ; jeong yunho ; “So, you’ve never been kissed under mistletoe?” “Actually, I’ve never been kissed at all.”
december 6th ; jeong wooyoung ; “You know it’s an ugly Christmas sweater contest, not a ‘Medusa turning people to stone’ hideous Christmas sweater contest, right?”
december 7th ; song mingi ; “Wait, you’ve never seen real snow?!” “Yeah, it’s not that bizarre a concept.”
december 8th ; jeong yunho ; “In my defense, ice-skating always looked romantic in movies.”
december 9th ; jeong wooyoung ; “I know it’s technically not Christmas yet but…”
december 10th ; park seonghwa ; “I’ve read a lot about this Christmas holiday of yours. I never expected it to be quite like this.”
december 11th ; choi san ; “It’s just snow; it’s not going to kill you.” “…so humans aren’t susceptible to hypothermia?” “…you’re not human though…”
december 12th ; song mingi ; “Remember those fairy tales we used to read, the ones with nutcrackers and fairies and toy soldiers?” “Yeah, what about them?” “Well, it’s just that you were right. The mouse king really does have seven heads.”
december 13th ; kim hongjoong ; “Wait, you’re the ‘ghost of Christmas past’? Ha, now I know this is a dream! That’s what I get for letting myself get conned into watching all those stupid movies.” “Quite the contrary, this is what you get for believing none of those things could ever happen to you.”
december 14th ; jeong wooyoung ; “Have you ever wrapped a present before?” “…Why do you ask?”
december 15th ; choi jongho ; “All I want to do is curl up on the sofa, light a roaring fire, sip on a mug of hot chocolate, and not leave my house for a week.”
december 16th ; choi san ; “I didn’t realize there were people who actually waited to open their advent calendars instead of eating all the chocolate on Thanksgiving.”
december 17th; kang yeosang ; “I know the holidays are supposed to be the time of joy and happy sentimentality, but I can’t stop remembering all the dead I see throughout the winter nights.”
december 18th ; song mingi ; “When you were a kid, did you ever like to catch snowflakes on your tongue?”
december 19th ; park seonghwa ; “When I was young I’d always try to listen for Santa Claus on Christmas Eve, and every time I’d catch that sound of jingling bells just after 3:00 a.m. ‘Course I grew out of all of that, but I still hear the jingling every Christmas Eve, only now I can’t figure out why.”
december 20th ; kim hongjoong ; “Why are you so afraid of the cold?”
december 21st ; choi jongho ; “My only new year’s resolution is to finally gather the courage to ask you out on a date.”
december 22nd ; kang yeosang ; “I thought you said you didn’t celebrate Christmas…”
december 23rd ; jeong yunho ; “What did you receive from Father Christmas this year?”
december 24th ; park seonghwa ; “I wish I could spend every Christmas Eve like this.”
primroseyunho / virginia © 2021
"Eight days, Eight men, and Eight different stories."
↬ starring: ateez x reader
↬ genre/s: fluff, christmas/holidays au, established relationship, friends to lovers
↬ coming this december 18, 2021!
↬ by yours truly, dairyminki 🎄
- Snowy Snuggles (read here!)
- Eventful Eve (read here!)
- Tiptoe Under The Mistletoe (read here!)
- To Build A Snowman (read here!)
- Winter Wonderland (read here!)
- Sweaters and Shy Smiles (read here!)
- Christmas Bake-off (read here!)
- Red Nosed (read here!)
↬ fic titles are subject to change
↬ some fics might be posted with a little delay if i find myself busy >< (tho i'll make sure to finish everything!)
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𝐂𝐡𝗼𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧 18+
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 327
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬 𝗼𝐟 𝐩𝗼𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝗺𝐢𝐟𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧, 𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬 𝗼𝐟 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬 𝗼𝐟 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐱, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝗼𝐮𝐭, 𝗼𝗺𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝗼 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐊𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝗺𝐢-𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝗼𝗺 𝐬𝐚𝐧
ᴍʀ.ᴄʜᴏɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴀɴ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴘᴏʀɴ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ɢᴜꜱʜ ᴏꜰ ʟɪǫᴜɪᴅꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏʜ ɴᴏ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ᴘᴜᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ.
ꜱᴀɴ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ᴀꜱꜱ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ʟɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ, ʜɪᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴇʀᴠɪx ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ (ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ) ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ.
“ꜱᴀɴɴɪᴇ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ꜱ’ɢᴏᴏᴅ~,” ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀɴꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢɪʙʙᴇʀɪꜱʜ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ.
“ᴏʜ ᴘᴜᴍᴘᴋɪɴ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ.” ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴀɴ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇ 75 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴀɴɴɪᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴏʀ ᴊᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ꜱʏʟʟᴀʙʟᴇꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ.
“ᴍ’ᴄᴜᴍᴍɪᴍɢ ꜱᴀɴɴɪᴇ!” ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴜ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴠᴇʀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ɢʟᴏʀʏ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪǫᴜɪᴅ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ 5 ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴏʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ.
“ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴄᴜᴛɪᴇ” ꜱᴀɴ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ.
[📷] ATEEZ ZERO : FEVER EPILOGUE
야간비행(Turbulence) Concept Photo '엘레나(ELENA)'
a/n: ahhhh guys I’m so hyped for this ateez comeback but omg is it coming so quick 😵💫 my bank account it crying bc a new ateez album and the holidays??? anyways enjoy these editing I suffered in making but am actually really proud of 🥺 (the 1st more than the 2nd rip)
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Mingi woke up next to his sleeping girlfriend. She was so beautiful, had a tiny smile on her face. He smiled a little bit sad because today was the last day of his break. A strand of hair fell to her face, and Mingi tucked it quickly but carefully behind her ear. But it still woke Y/N.
"Good morning, cutie," Mingi greeted her with a kiss on the nose.
"Good morning, Minbaby," she smiled at him, snuggling to him. He wrapped his arms around her like he was about to protect her with his whole life.
"Is something wrong with you?" Y/N asked him.
"Nope," he lied.
"C'mon, I know you're lying. Tell me what's wrong," Y/N pulled out of him, looking at him worriedly.
"You look sad. I don't like seeing you sad," she added.
"I am because today's our last day together. Then we'll see you again at most once a week," Mingi confessed what was bothering him.
"Baby, it's okay. Don't be sad about this. We still call each other every day, plus we still have a whole day. So what do you want for breakfast?" Y/N asked him, stroking his cheek.
EXTRA ! sunwoo finds yunhos twitter ?!
5… steps to marriage
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Follow You: Chapter 2
pairing: choi jongho x female reader
genre: hunger games! au, angst, fluff, thriller
content warnings: descriptions of violence and injuries, explicit language/swearing, themes of possessiveness.
word count: 3,245.
follow you: chapter 1
summary: mourning what could have been in life means nothing as the now reaped female tribute of district 8. but when the career volunteer of district 2 notices you, just existing before falling to the arena is no longer as simple as you hoped.
disclaimer: i don’t own the hunger games series, this is simply fan fiction with my own plot and characters.
Author's note: Thank you for taking the time to read! If you have any feedback do let me know. I'm also considering writing a seonghwa or yeosang royal one shot or series. Would anyone be interested in that? c:
You found yourself back in your room, simply sitting by the large window that offers a glimpse of the lit skyline as the air of celebration continues. The chariot ride ended hours ago but the memory still plagues your mind, failing to melt away alongside your heavy makeup when you stood under the steaming hot shower.
Even if you felt tense, the feelings of anxiety you got used to didn't snowball in the company of Yunho and Harrington. The former still seemingly tense from the staredown Jongho was subjecting you to before you realised, he told Harrington to give you a second as you quietly excused yourself to your room.
"Choi Jongho. He was staring her down the entire time." He said with a deadpan expression even though he found the situation somewhat outlandish. What does a career want anything to do with someone from the poorer districts?
Harrington seemed to read the expression on Yunho's face, nodding as he thanks him for taking care of you whilst he tries to figure out if the careers are attempting to conspire ahead of time.
None of this is stopping Yunho from trying to joke about the situation, however.
"If there was a modern-day Shakespeare remake maybe this would be it."
You can't help but scoff, being distracted from the outside view to look at the cheeky expression on Yunho's face, just rearing to go with more dry humour.
"A true romantic tragedy: a lovesick career" you quipped in return, gently kicking the tall boy's leg as he feigned shock, wanting to add to the exaggeration, knowing how daft the idea sounds. That wouldn't stop Cesar Flickerman from spinning a narrative for dramatics, however.
But you felt certain it could never spiral. At the end of the day you're just you, and he's the Capitol's favourite to win.
The next day you couldn't help but wake up early in the morning, wanting to try and replicate some sense of normality with a morning routine as you shower and prepare for the day. You return from the bathroom to see your training uniform, sighing softly before putting on the tight elastic material. Finishing with putting your hair into a tight bun, you look at yourself in the mirror, wondering whether anyone else could ever see a warrior ready to charge.
You proceed to join the rest of the team at the elongated marble table, losing focus as your eyes gaze onto the wide array of breakfast foods that are clearly being enjoyed.
"Coconut Pancakes, to be exact."
You look to the boy next to you, mouth full of food whilst he attempts to explain the dishes but can't help but almost choke, causing you to laugh in response and gently shush him with a napkin wiping away the crumbs around his mouth.
Nothing deters him from picking out more food whilst you take your own share and pour a cup of hot coffee to try and give yourself a burst of energy you'll likely need for the rest of the morning. Taking a small sip, you quietly sigh at the subtly sweet flavour of the blend, ignoring the bubbling conversation on the other side of the table before Harrington interjects.
"Lumi, what do you know about Choi Jongho?"
Yunho can't help but choke again as you put the mug of coffee down onto the table, trying to remain subtle as Harrington tries to keep the focus on his query so as to not involve you two.
The escort doesn't seem to notice, as her expression livens up for a second as she engages in conversation.
"He's a volunteer, typical. But he seems to have a different aura to him. Very reserved, but a pretty strong all-rounder. Our social circles simply can't help but feel like he's to win."
You and Yunho know not to take her words too literally, knowing that as an escort from the capitol, obviously she would think of the careers as the darlings of Panem to revere. But you can't help but be reminded of the dull reality that's like to befall you. Your teammate however signalled to you that he was done for the morning, wanting to leave for the elevator with you to get some fresh air and to escape the nauseating drawl about your competitors. So you both stand up and excuse yourselves, trying to hide your upset expressions from view as Harrington quietly mumbles, likely to either chide Lumi on being so bashful or trying to coax whatever possible out of her.
"Sorry for ruining the mood earlier." Yunho looks to you as you exit the elevator on the floor of the training centre, his eyes trying to gauge your expression.
"Hey, you don't need to apologise", sounding a little tired. "Trust me, it's just as exhausting to listen to what Lumi says when you feel like everything is against you." You can't help but feel a little dejected in saying that, but would rather be honest for Yunho's sake.
Looking up at him, you pout whilst he shakes his head and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in for a quick hug.
"Well that's why we need to stick together yeah?" Whilst comforting, it's almost like Yunho is able to read your expression, as if trying to remind you that he agreed to be there for you for however long when the time eventually comes. You nod silently, trying to make sure that the mental exhaustion you've endured from this whole predicament doesn't reflect badly on your chance to train.
The training centre has always been an aspect of the games that has been shielded from public view. All you were aware of was the concept of training because of the evaluation scores, knowing that they had to come from some type of instruction.
What you weren't aware of was just how expansive the centre was, with stations set out formulaically for different weapons and survival skills. You had to take a second to ponder, immediately trying to notice everything that could be available and where you could find yourself drifting to when the you are commanded to.
That pondering, however, is cut short from the ding of the elevator, with the careers from districts 1 and 2 emerging loudly having their own conversations. On instinct, you shifted so you would be behind Yunho's tall figure, hoping that would be enough to keep you shielded from being gawked at again.
"Welcome tributes, to the training centre."
You immediately look forward to see the principal instructor enter and stand on a pedestal, previous thoughts wiped out as you focus on the authoritative figure.
"This is the chance to hone in your skills and prepare yourself as much as you possibly can over the next few days. You need to determine what works for you, what weapons you're attracted to. But don't forget that one of your main objectives is to survive, hmm? I expect most of you to die from natural causes, mainly dehydration. Do yourselves a favour and prove me wrong."
You can't help but gulp loudly at the bluntness, suddenly feeling queasy at the idea of having to showcase either your skills or lack thereof so publicly, almost painting a target on your back if you look mediocre.
"Feel free to talk to the instructors whenever you're stuck, don't be afraid to ask for help."
And with that the instructor waves in dismissal, chatter erupting amongst the tributes as people decide where to beeline for first. Typically, you see the careers bolt towards the heavy weaponry, immediately shutting out the idea you had to try and refine your bow and arrow skills.
"So where would you like to go?", Yunho asks, fidgeting with his hands as he looks over what hasn't been claimed yet.
You glance over once again, noticing a large screen amongst the survival stations with icons of plants and herbs. You immediately point in that direction, feeling some meagre confidence.
"Over there, I'm fairly good at foraging and know what could be poisonous."
Yunho nods in response, he himself not as knowledgeable and willing to learn as fast as possible.
For the next 30 minutes, you both aimed at committing most of the plants to memory, constantly being tested on the spot by the speed of the flashing screen and the instructor educating you both on how to try and figure out what could be lethal at first glance.
"Are those blueberries?"
"Yunho, that's nightlock."
You couldn't help but giggle at his confused expression, pouting slightly as he tries to figure out what exactly the differences between them are. The instructor takes it upon herself to tell him specifically, pulling Yunho to the side whilst you continue to match the icons on the screen.
Nightlock. Hemlock. Wild herbs.
Some of the names were beginning to go in one ear and out of the other, but for the most part you were doing well and seemed to have a good understanding of horticulture. You didn't notice until you finished a memory exercise that some other tributes, from districts 9 and 10, were paying attention and watching the speed at which you were committing things to memory. You smile slightly, stepping back and trying to look over for Yunho as you hope you haven't gained an audience.
Whilst you notice that Yunho moved to the snares station, you realise that you were being watched by two of the careers.
If being looked at by one is enough to stress you out, being looked at by two was almost enough to induce an anxiety attack. And whilst you tried to make your response less obvious, you couldn't help but look over to notice you were being watched by Jongho and the male district 1 tribute.
Jongho was leaning against a wall, likely tired from the constant sparring sessions against his colleague that he clearly won against. Thinking all he was going to do was drink water and stare at you, you walk over to Yunho, who was invested in testing a rabbit snare to notice the staring match you were engaged in.
But maybe that was a bad idea, because you notice the gaze still on you. You look up again whilst you kneel next to Yunho, holding eye contact with Jongho as he moves back to the weapons, lifting a sword as dummies emerge and surround him.
And for the last moment he looked at you, he winks in your direction before you see a change in expression, face blanking as he proceeds to slaughter each and every dummy, stabbing the last one through what could have been a real heart before holding your gaze again.
This time, you couldn't tell what he was attempting to convey to you. Whether he was telling you to beware of him or if he was simply attempting to show off. But either way it doesn't seem to matter because it seemed like the entire training centre was focusing on him, most likely terrified for themselves to not realise Jongho was only focused on you.
What you should do is stay with Yunho and focus on his skills, and learn together and stay to yourself. But then you notice the careers gathering and attempting to move elsewhere, so you tell Yunho you want to head over the the Archery Station.
"I think I'm gonna stay here, I'm getting the hang of this."
That you couldn't deny: Yunho seems to have a good focus on small details that lets his practice rabbit snare work successfully. You couldn't tell whether his hesitation had anything to do with the spectacle that just happened, but you accept his explanation, knowing that his success is also yours and any diversity in skills is best for both of you.
You nod and tell Yunho you'll see him later, standing up to walk over to the weaponry and avoiding eye contact with the other tributes as you spot the isolated bow that you immediately reach for.
The smooth metal feels incredible, but almost a little slippery compared to rough wood and materials you would craft your own makeshift bows from back home. Part of you hasn't really acknowledged just how advanced the Capitol was, but now you really understand the stakes as you reach for one of the perfectly placed arrows on the metal stand, locking the arrow securely onto the bow as you turn to face the standing dummies.
And as you begin to attempt to focus, holding up the bow before pulling towards your chest, your attention is broken once again as you hear a low voice whisper in your direction.
"Gonna keep us waiting sweetheart?"
You immediately turn around to see him, Jongho, standing behind you, eyes boring into yours as you try to calm yourself down from the shock to your body. The other careers laugh in the background, jeering as they form an audience as an attempt to throw you off.
"And why would I do that? I didn't ask for an audience, especially from you."
You decided to keep your volume low, whispering to the career behind you as his expression is unreadable whilst you continue to speak.
"I never asked to have you gawk at me the way you do. I never asked for this weird attention from someone I don't know, yet here you are."
You really have no idea why you're being so blunt, especially knowing you're outnumbered and this could seriously backfire. But could it get any worse than constantly being watched as if you were his prey?
"Cute. But why do I get the feeling you enjoy having me here?"
Maybe it was the fact that you two are directly looking at each other, and your nervousness would be pretty obvious to anyone watching this unfold, and maybe it's because you finally see his eyes up close and you can't help but meet his gaze. But there is some weird part of yourself that enjoys having him here, even if it is to try and scold him.
"In your dreams."
You do your best to ignore the crass, knowing its an attempt to intimidate you and you roll your eyes whilst focusing back on the targets. Swiftly lifting up the bow once more and focusing your eyes whilst its pulled backwards, you tilt your head and prepare to shoot, but not before you feel Jongho's hand on your elbow, gently propping your arm upwards.
"A little higher, so you shoot straight."
You simply nod, pulling back a little further at the new angle before taking a breath and letting go, allowing for the arrow to shoot straight to just above the heart of the practice dummy on the other side of the area.
Knowing better to entertain the groans you hear behind you, you take a moment to jump a little in excitement at the result, patting yourself on the shoulder and reaching for another arrow. But before you could do that you feel the bow being snatched out of your hands, seeing the female career from district 1 staring daggers into your eyes.
"As if that was anything special, eight."
You hear the disgust in her voice as she addresses you by your district.
"As if you could do any better Jennie."
You weren't sure if you heard disgust or sarcasm in his voice but his tone seemed to throw everyone off, not knowing how to respond at the sudden criticism Jongho was throwing to his own career mates.
Seems like it was justified though, because the district 1 tribute pretty much failed to match your skill as the bow lands well below centre, falling onto the lower stomach. That look of disgust Jongho had seemed to reciprocate to the other tributes as Jennie throws the bow back at you before cursing under her breath as she joins the other careers.
Jongho doesn't seem to move, watching you fiddle with the weapon as you wait for either him or the other careers to make a move as you weren't sure what to do. You look back to him, seeing his gaze soften lightly as you pay attention to him for a second.
"Thank you, for you know, the advice earlier."
You couldn't help but look to the floor, knowing that if Jongho catches the slight reddish warmth on your face, you don't think you could handle whatever reaction would come out of it.
But before Jongho could laugh lightly at your demure reaction, and before he could say 'you're welcome', he sees a tall figure take his figure into yours in a protective hug.
"Hey hey y/n, are you all right?".
You feel Yunho's arms wrap around your shoulders, taking you into his grasp and likely as far away from Jongho as he could in that situation. You could hear the concern in his voice, knowing that his worry could be justified from seeing the events unfold, but you just laughed and nodded as you point to the chest of the dummy in excitement, trying to sound cool.
"Here, let me show you."
Giggling at his response, you take his arm and move away from Jongho, wanting to move back to the arrows at an attempt to gloat. You both fall into a familiar rhythm, trying to recap the past couple of hours as the training session begins to come to an end. And that warm stare behind you seems to fade away, and you being to feel a little relief once more.
"What the hell was up with you and the girl from eight?"
The other district 1 career, someone equally as tall and broad called San, was looking at Jongho with a look of confusion. Neither him nor the other careers knew what to make of today, all similarly perplexed at why on Earth his attention went to focus on you of all people. In terms of strategy, in terms of who ends up winning, it made zero sense.
Jongho wasn't too sure how to respond, scowling at having to discuss you with the other careers, knowing that all you were to them was their next victim. Knowing that if he was to respond with what he really wanted to say, that he found your aloofness adorable and that he felt this sudden urge to protect you from anything he perceived to be a threat, he'd never hear the end of it. And the last thing he needed was to make enemies out of the fellow privileged careers.
"Nothing. At least nothing that you should be concerned about."
Jongho couldn't help how frustrated he sounded, but he was both too tired and too lost in his own feelings to try and explain what was going on. Nor did he want to, because at the end of the day whatever protective urge he felt was to you only, and that didn't need to be disclosed to anyone.
Knowing that San was ready to rebuke and possibly confront him once more, Jongho just shakes his head and walks faster to the elevator, wanting nothing more to retreat back to his own room and think of the time he had with you today, even if it brings a dumb smile to his face.
And if anything, he hopes that when you retreat back to your own place, you can't help but goofily smile either.
"HIP" is the title track of CORE4’s female unit’s debut mini album, released on june 20th, 2021. they participated in both music & awards shows and performed a censored version in order to pass KBS’ broadcast review so they can have live stages.
the release gained enough attention & traction that it scored two music broadcast show wins along with two awards show wins from TFA and MAMA 2021 for best duo performance.
they performed HIP at MAMA 2021 for the first time with a live audience.
the track celebrates their images as idols and members of a co-ed group, it also encourages female empowerment. despite dating and idol image being more delicate topics in the industry, the positive responses outweighed the negative.
as of june 2021, this set HYEWON with 71 copyrighted KOMCA credits, placing her at #33 for the rankings of most copyrighted idols of all time on KOMCA. she is the second most copyrighted member of CORE4.
as of june 2021, this set SAKURA with 40 copyrighted KOMCA credits, placing her at #80 for the rankings of most copyrighted idols of all time on KOMCA. she is the third most copyrighted member of CORE4.
"i chop up success and eat it like michelin / you say you’ve got a fast car parked outside? baby, my rap would beat your whip in a race / i’m so fast it sounds like i created my own language, you could never outdo me"
"my fashion is a controversy / but i don’t really care / it’s all part of the main attraction, so gather up and get in line"
"i’m hip / head, shoulders, knees and toes, all hip / whatever you do, i’ve already done it better / act like you hate it, but i’m in your history"
"thanks to everyone who provoked me, my mentality is stronger / the healing process is so attractive / so don’t worry about me, i’m already working on the next album"
"the mirror knows i’m the fairest of them all / i bring the fire when i dance, so our fans call me daenerys / don’t ask me where my man is, it’s not your business, i keep it private"
"we wore the same thing, but who did it best? / whatever you wear, i’ve already worn it better / suit or dress, i don’t need to impress / if i wear it, it’s hip"
HAIR COLORS — black/navy blue + red
READY FOR IMPACT VS. HIP —
taglist: @skzfairies @m00niesk7 @yangwluv [send me a request in my asks to join!]
Cuddly baby all the time and I mean all the time
Always smiling around you, even when you aren´t around, he´ll smile at simply hearing your name
Is very playful with you
Is always tending to your every need
Just like Yunho, he can easily read your emotions
Loves listening to you, so you can always vent to him about everything and anything
Loves showing off his skills in front of you
Is a complete gentleman
Spends a lot of time with you
Is always just a call away
Conclusion: Cuddly baby
Bonus: Two songs that remind him of you
cliché by mxmtoon
Cool by Dua Lipa
I mean....just a pure baby
Loves being babied by you
Is a cuddle boy just like San
Is the softest human ever around you
Always has a smile on his face
Loves sharing everything with you, whether it is a new songs he worked on or even just a jacket or snacks, what is his, is yours
Sends you the most random, yet sweet texts
Misses you like crazy when he isn´t with you
You guys make a lot of spontaneous late night plans
Definitely convinces you into visiting him back at home while he is on break from Ateez
Conclusion: Is head over heels
Loud, loud, LOUD
Is literally attached at the hip to you
Shares his whole damn closet with you. You come over? Here have one of my hoodies.
JEALOUS. Super jealous boy
Is always trying to impress you
Cooks for you all the time
Flirts constantly with you
Invites you to the dance practices just so he can show off his dance skills
Late night 7/11 trips
Admires you with the biggest smile on his face
Conclusion: Shameless jealous flirt
Bonus: Two songs that remind him of you
Crashing by ILLENIUM ft.Bahari
Just One Day by BTS
Will not at all show he likes you
Will treat you exactly like he treats the boys....except with more affection
Hates when the boys touch him, but goes soft just for you
Shows off his strength around you
Became your gym buddy and always motives you and hypes you up
Your laugh is music to his ears and makes him all giddy inside
The boys often have to point out to him how he gets easily distracted when you´re around
Is very very protective of you. Someone made you feel bad? He is ready to go beat someone up. Someone made you cry? Jongho is on it!
Always comforts you when you need it
Conclusion: Boy takes a while to realize he likes you
Bonus: Two songs that remind him of you
Delicate by Taylor Swift
Falling by Harry Styles
an impulsive drabble written at 3:48 in the morning inspired by @escapewriter ‘s fic here. i swear, i do not have a life. will edit this in the morning when i have energy lmao. BYE
you stare at your phone in annoyance. was he really going to be so insistent while you were at work? (then again, what were you doing using your phone during work hours? slacker.)
“you’re blushing,” jongho coos as you elbow him sharply, heat overwhelming your cheeks. “he’s not going to stop, you know? and the cafe is empty.”
glancing at jongho, you arch an eyebrow. what exactly was he going at. “as my favourite slogan says, ‘be bold; be you’,” jongho grins.
“isn’t that a makeup brand’s slogan?”
jongho scoffs, brushing it off. “just go and tell him your answer straight before i turn on careless whisper,” jongho warns you, waving a finger in the air as you gasp dramatically.
“you wouldn’t dare!”
“try me, bitch!”
another notification came in as you picked your phone up, grumbling softly.
hj: i am dateble, right?
you: oh definitely.
sh: oooo what’s this i sense?
wy: feelings for hongjoong?
you: shut up both of you
san: I LIKE WHERE THIS IS HEADED
mg: ME TOO LMAO
ys: another coffee would be good
jh: shut up yeosang
hj: so? what’s the truth, y/n?
hj: do you like me?
slamming your phone down, you make sure no one else is in the cafe before storming over to the table your group of friends sat at.
hongjoong’s smug expression dropped the moment he saw you walking over. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you so mad. it was a–”
before he could finish his sentence, you grab his collar, pulling him towards you and kissed him.
the loud gasps at the table and the sound of the rest scrambling to get their phones out to take a photo of this historical moment filled your ears, but you ignored it and chose to focus on the feeling of kissing hongjoong.
you quickly pull away as the others made noises of disapproval, clearly disappointed they didn’t get a picture. looking back at hongjoong’s very red face, you huff in annoyance.
“is that a good enough answer to your question?”
oh, how the tables have turned.
with that, you turn around and storm off, back to jongho who’s jaw could reach the depths of hell. “that’s not what i meant!” he squeaked as you grab your hair in shock and disbelief.
“oh my god, what the fuck did i just do!” you squeak. “i just kissed hongjoong and professed my feelings for him!” you groan, grabbing onto jongho’s shoulders. “i’m an idiot, jongho!”
“yes, you are and i knew that!” he cries out, eyes wide. “and he’s coming right now!”
you spin around, eyes wide as hongjoong reaches over the counter and grabs your tie, pulling you harshly before kissing you again.
a loud yelp leaves your lips before you can process the fact he’s kissing you, but as quickly as you can, you return it before he pulls away, ears redder than ever before.
“is that a good enough reply to your confession?”
it was safe to say that the seven others screamed louder than ever when hongjoong turned around and walked back to the table as you stood there, mouth opened slightly and staring at nothing, in absolute shock. oh, how the turns have tabled.
ATEEZ / you’re getting hate
warnings: some strong language and angst, but the contents of the hate are not explicitly mentioned.
requested by anonymous.
At first, there were a few hateful comments here and there. It bothered you both, but you put up with it, thinking it would just take time for people to get used to you two together. But, paradoxically, the longer you dated, the more disgusting were the things that popped up online about you or your relationship.
Seonghwa – and you, too, to be honest – had naturally expected the opposite. It would have made sense for the hate online to cease when everyone got used to your relationship.
And yet, as soon as it was clear that this wouldn’t be the case, Seonghwa reacted in the only way that seemed appropriate: he cut off his communication online completely.
It was fairly obvious why he felt the need to do that – sending hate to his significant other was practically the same as sending hate to him directly. Actually, this might have been even worse, because if he was the one on the receiving end of it, he could close his eyes and move on. This was an unfortunate part of his job.
But you deserved the world – and this was something that Seonghwa considered to be a fact, not just merely a lovesick delusion – so, any hate directed at you was not acceptable.
“I feel bad,” you admitted one night when you saw him scroll through his phone, reading the supportive messages his fans had left, but not responding. “You’re suffering because of me.”
Seonghwa looked at you in astonishment. “What? You’re the one who’s suffering because of me. There wouldn’t be all this shit online—you wouldn’t have to deal with it, if it weren’t for me.”
You shook your head. “No, but you can’t control that. Meanwhile, your response to this—I mean, the fact that you abandoned your social media—it’s entirely my f—”
He stood up and shook his head almost frantically, because you were misunderstanding the situation.
“It’s not your fault,” he said. “And I’m not doing this in response to anything. I’m just—I’m not giving them more content to analyze and hate on. If they don’t know what I’m up to, if they don’t see me, then they stay quiet. And leave you alone, too.”
“Yeah, but still,” you bit your lip, afraid to come off as ungrateful – which was pointless; Seonghwa could see the torn look in your eye. He knew you had his best interest at heart, but you appreciated this nonetheless. “Social media is a part of your job.”
“It is,” he agreed. “But I refuse to do this at the expense of my relationship. I love what I do and I work hard, but there are limits to everything. Social media may be part of my job, but you’re my life. It’s not the same.”
It was clearly a problem that needed to be addressed formally, and Hongjoong was this close to going off on all social media. Hell, he even got Mingi so angry on your behalf, that both of them were about to include a rather obvious diss in their rap parts in the upcoming song. Eventually – after a lot of convincing from you – they changed their minds, agreeing that this might actually make it worse.
Instead, Hongjoong settled for a very passive-aggressive hand-written letter that he snapped a picture of and posted online. He wasn’t really asking anyone to do anything; it would have been useless to try to reason with a brainless troll. The letter was simply meant to remind everyone that words carried a lot of weight and there would be severe consequences if said words were meant to humiliate someone he loved.
“This probably won’t achieve anything,” he admitted to you as the two of you watched supportive comments pour in on his post. “But at least now I feel like I’m doing something instead of just sitting idly and watching these assholes talk shit about you.”
“Thank you for caring about this so much,” you told him, feeling like your words weren’t enough, while Hongjoong – who put his phone down and looked at you with wide eyes – thought that your words were too much.
“Of course I care,” he said. He was going to do something from the moment he saw the first hateful comment about you, he just needed to decide what. So, really, he couldn’t imagine any reason why you would have to thank him; he’d only acted on common sense. “I love you. They can’t do this to you and get away with it.”
You sighed, less optimistic. “I know that people can get ugly, I see what they say online. I think it’s become widely accepted that there will always be someone who doesn’t care about the impact of their words. We’re supposed to just look away, I guess.”
“Well,” Hongjoong started, a determined glint in his eye, “maybe we are supposed to do that. But I will never accept or look away from the hate that’s directed at you. I’m doing something. I’ll make it stop, whatever it takes.”
Honestly, he didn’t even realise the comments about you online were negative. He’d read them, of course, it was impossible to miss them – they were on every single article about his group. But, because these people were especially skilled at being online trolls, Yunho didn’t even catch the hateful undertones at first.
“They’re asking if this is really my girlfriend,” he read one comment aloud to you. “What, are they jealous or something?”
You leaned over his shoulder to look at the screen of his phone – surprised because, did they really? This would have been the first instance someone said something positive about you in the comments – and then sighed in disappointment. The comment literally read, ‘is this seriously the girlfriend that we heard about…………’
“Look at the length of the ellipsis after they wrote that,” you said, “they’re not expressing jealousy. They’re saying they can’t believe that this,” you pointed at yourself, “is the best you can do.”
Yunho frowned. “But how—they didn’t actually say that.”
“Of course they didn’t,” you snorted. “We could probably sue them for defamation if they did.”
“Right,” he nodded, but did not agree. It was almost adorable how upbeat he was about this. “But this could still mean that they’re surprised about my girlfriend in a good way. The ellipsis doesn’t mean anything.”
“It does,” you said, trying to recall at which particular moment your boyfriend became the grandpa in terms of communication online, and you became the Gen Z Representative of Internet Slang. “Question marks would have been less subtle, but still. Look at the way they’re phrasing themselves, too – asking if it’s “seriously” the girlfriend. Because they think it’s a joke.”
You shook your head and reached out to place a hand on his wrist, stopping him from scrolling on his phone to reveal any similar comments. “Hey, I love you, but I’m really not feeling like explaining the hate I get online.”
“Oh,” Yunho locked his phone and threw it away; glancing at it nervously when it bounced slightly on the couch. “No, I didn’t want you to—I’m sorry. I guess I’d assumed other people would be as happy about us, as I am. But that’s a bit naïve, huh?”
You scrunched your nose. “A bit, yeah.”
And yet, even despite learning that he’d been misinterpreting the comments online all along, Yunho did not change. He was aware of the real meaning of those words now, but he proceeded to obnoxiously look at everything in a positive light – and, eventually, you ended up joining in, too.
“Oh, look,” he’d text you, attaching a screenshot with a comment, ‘i can’t look at them together without wanting to throw up’. “They’re saying we’re so cute, it’s nauseating!”
“Hmm, nice! And see here,” you’d respond with a screenshot of a comment saying, ‘wtf is she wearing’. “They’re saying they want to copy my outfit!”
The sarcasm didn’t fix the problem, Yunho knew that. But at least this way, he got to see you throw your head back with laughter as the two of you proceeded to make more far-stretched assumptions about obviously hateful comments online, instead of allowing these words to hurt you.
Unfortunately, the majority of hateful comments were sent to you directly – likely by bored trolls and fake fans, attempting to avoid genuine supporters who would have defended Yeosang and you both in a heartbeat – so your boyfriend did not know this.
Because you did not tell him.
But when he picked your phone up while you were in the shower – he’d ignored the ringing of the first five messages, but by the sixth one, he was starting to worry that you were cheating on him with someone who would not stop texting: so, probably, Wooyoung – he finally came face-to-face with the backlash you’d been facing ever since your relationship was confirmed.
“Uh,” was the best explanation he could manage when you walked out of the bathroom in a robe, and caught him going through your phone.
“You saw that, then,” you concluded right away.
“Yeah, I—it was ringing non-stop,” he told you, another two messages coming in as he was speaking; both of them equally as disgusting as the previous ones. “I was worried. I—w-why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to bother you. It’s fine—” you said and tried to reach for your phone before he could see any more of the messages you’d gotten, but Yeosang moved it out of your reach.
“It’s not fine,” he replied, almost outraged. “And you wouldn’t have—it wouldn’t be—”
He couldn’t even say the word. The fact that you considered this to be something that would bother him, was almost as offensive as the fact that you’d kept all of this to yourself in the first place.
“I had no idea,” he ended up saying. “I’m so sorry. That feels like a weird thing to say because I can’t make this go away, but—”
You shook your head, stopping him. “You don’t have to apologize at all. This isn’t your fault.”
“No, but I could have said something, I could have—”
“Some people are assholes,” you cut him off again with a seemingly nonchalant shrug of one of your shoulders. “Nothing you say will change that.”
Despite you trying to make it seem like this really wasn’t a big deal, Yeosang could see right through you and he knew you were only putting up an act for his sake.
“So, this,” he lifted your phone – another few messages popped up on it – and asked, “it doesn’t upset you?”
“Of course, it upsets me,” you admitted and watched the way his expression switched to utter misery immediately. He’d been expecting this and yet hearing you say that still felt awful. You added quickly, “but, at the end of the day, I get to be with you, and that’s what matters.”
“Damn straight!” he declared suddenly (and very uncharacteristically), as he jumped from his seat. “Who cares what some strangers online whine about, when you’re the one who gets to be with me?!”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise and then snickered, despite yourself. “That’s not what I was trying to—”
“I know,” he cut you off, calmer now that he’d thrown your phone somewhere on your bed, determined to forget—and make you forget—all that he’d seen on it. He took your hands into his and brought them to his lips so he could press a chaste kiss on your fingers, all while keeping his eyes on yours. “But I will make this worth it. I’ll do everything I can so that these comments really won’t bother you one bit. I promise.”
He was grateful that it was Mingi who’d shown him the particularly disgusting news article about you – and, consequently, even more disgusting comments on it – because if anyone knew how to approach a topic like this with enough sensitivity so that San wouldn’t immediately tear all of his hair out in frustration, it was Mingi.
“That explains it, I think,” he’d commented while San stared at the screen of his phone, dumbfounded and absolutely disheartened. “Why she seemed upset to you, I mean. She’s probably—”
“Thank you,” was what San said—or something along those lines—before he dropped everything (not literally, he cared enough to thrust Mingi’s phone back into his hands) and literally bolted straight out of the room and towards your apartment, causing quite a nuisance on every street that he crossed like a madman, with no regard to anything that was happening around him.
It was a miracle he’d made it to your place alive, really, but San didn’t think so. He thought the real miracle was that he hadn’t knocked out anyone who stood in his way over here – granted, no one dared to stop him. He looked like a man on a mission. Or like a lunatic. Either way, people stayed away.
When you opened the door – and then opened your mouth to ask what he was doing here – San stormed inside, grabbing your hand as he went.
“Thank God you’re home,” he spoke, breathless from his little jog. “I should have called before I came, but Mingi—well, I’m sorry. I had to see you as soon as I read it. I’m really sorry, I had no idea.”
It took you a minute to realise that he was apologizing in regards to the several news articles about you that just came out, each more hateful than the one before. You hadn’t told San about this and disagreed when he told you that you looked upset, insisting that you were just busy.
You closed the door and turned to look at him with a grateful smile. “You don’t need to—”
“No, no, I should have known they’d pull something like this,” he said, pulling you away from the front door and towards him. “All these journalists kept pestering me for an interview for the past two weeks, and I kept saying no. Of course they would come up with their own scoop if they didn’t get any real content.”
“It’s—well, you warned me these things would happen,” you said. “I should have expected it, but it… took me off-guard, I guess. I’m the one who’s sorry, you ran all the way over here. You should go back—”
“I’m staying here,” San decided, holding your hand in his as if you’d leave if he let go. He wasn’t even asking for permission – you’d have to kick him out by force if you wanted him gone. “We’re going to turn our phones off. And then we’re going to watch every terrible rom-com we can find and laugh at the absurdity of it, because we can. And because no one’s made a film about our relationship yet.”
“Are you saying our relationship is a terrible rom-com?” you asked and he couldn’t even begin to explain the relief he felt when you finally laughed.
“I mean,” he scratched his neck, suddenly very self-aware, “I did run over here. The other guys probably won’t ever let me live this down.”
The boys had a rather difficult—okay, impossible—task of calming him down when he accidentally – really, his finger slipped – opened the comment section of an article about your latest vacation together.
It was the worst thing he could have clicked on. He’d been doing this long enough to learn to accept that hate sort of came with the job, but you deserved no part in this whatsoever. And, alright, it was his fault for being naïve enough to expect everyone to leave you out of this, but, regardless: the hate towards you was unwarranted.
“They’re right, though,” you told Mingi that night when he showed up to your house, breathless and apologetic. He engulfed you in his arms as soon as you opened the door, the warmth of his body protecting you from the cold. “They’re not being very nice about it, but they’re not wrong—”
“They absolutely are wrong,” he disagreed, holding you even tighter – he was evidently determined to damage your lung function. “You are none of the things they’ve called you. None of them. Unless they’ve called you brilliant or described you as ‘the most perfect person that Mingi could have ended up with’, in which case, yes, that is exactly what you are.”
You snorted, the sound muffled against his chest. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he shot back – nearly argumentative – and nuzzled his head into the crook between your neck and your shoulder. “And I’m sorry I haven’t done a better job at protecting you from this.”
“You’ve done—you’re doing a wonderful job,” you said, and then tried to pull away slightly – but failed. Chuckling when Mingi hummed in disagreement and pulled you against him tighter, you tried to explain, “would you mind coming inside, though? We’re letting the cold air in.”
“Oh,” he finally detached himself from you. “Sure, yeah. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you allowed him inside and then closed the door, shivering now that he was no longer holding you. “Coffee or tea?”
“I think coffee,” Mingi said. “We’ll need it.”
You raised a questioning eyebrow as you left him in the hallway to take his coat off, while you put the kettle on in the kitchen. “Will we?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, “I don’t get to see you during the day, so we’ll be staying up the whole night, and—” a loud ding! of his phone distracted him. He patted the pockets of his jeans and got the device out. “And,” he said, holding the lock button, “we’ll be turning these off indefinitely.”
Both of you knew it was happening – that constant influx of comments and messages, growing more and more hateful with each passing day – but neither of you said anything to the other. You didn’t want to upset him when he was already busy enough with his schedule, and he didn’t want to hurt you by acknowledging it, in case that made this into a bigger deal.
But it already was a big deal. And when one night in late December, you literally got chased away from his agency by someone relentlessly throwing snowballs at you – icy snowballs, formed with every intent to hurt you – Wooyoung decided that enough was enough.
He had considered this before, and now he knew that it was the only solution, so he took a break. Not very long, he figured a week would have to do – he intended to spend every single day with you, and he did not want you to grow annoyed with him – because the hidden purpose behind this hiatus was, of course, to send a message: treating his loved ones like this was not going to be met with acceptance and resignation. He would not let this go.
However, your reaction to seeing him outside of your door -- with an overnight bag, overflowing with clothes -- was not what he’d expected.
“Are you insane? You can’t do that!” you protested. “I love you, but I understand that you have responsibilities, and I don’t want you to drop them because of me—”
“I’m not dropping them because of you,” Wooyoung replied, giving you a look as he passed you and entered your house, no longer needing a formal invitation. “I’m dropping them because of us.”
“You…” you started to say as you watched your boyfriend toss his bag on the living room couch and return to the hallway to take his coat off. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know,” he said, “but I feel like I’ve been prioritizing other things lately. And that doesn’t make any sense because, well,” he shrugged his shoulders to downplay the true meaning of his next words, “you’re always my first priority.”
Your heart was quick to forget whatever damage it had to endure because of the hate online, and you bit your lip, feeling the way your smile spread on your face. “Thank you.”
Grateful to hear you say that despite everything you’ve been through because of him, Wooyoung hung his coat on the hanger by your door and turned around to wrap his arms around you in a long overdue hug.
“I love you,” he spoke, rubbing his hand on your back soothingly. “I know I’ve promised to make all of this worth it, and I haven’t kept that promise. I will try harder.”
“You try plenty, Woo,” you disagreed, happy to just have him here now. “It’s all good.”
“It’s not good,” he insisted, holding you tighter. “Not as long as you’re getting hurt simply for being with me. But I don’t want to lose you, so I promise, I really will do everything to make sure you feel ten times more joy than hurt.”
Ironically, it was you who did not realise the amount of hate that was being sent your way. That was, of course, because Jongho was always one step ahead of you. He had stolen your phone and black-listed the words that could have been used in a negative article about you – including, unfortunately, the name of his own band – and it took you actual weeks to discover this.
You were surprised about the lack of articles about your boyfriend; normally, you couldn’t go a day without seeing at least one on any social media that you checked. You were starting to grow concerned, and then, in a terrible plot-twist, it was Jongho himself who revealed the truth to you.
“Did you read the Billboard article?” he asked you on the phone one day, his voice filled with unadulterated excitement.
“Billboard? No, I haven’t seen anything yet! What did it say?” you asked, initially distracted by his joy. Once Jongho finally recapped the article to you – and revealed that it was actually posted two days ago – you considered, “I wonder why it hadn’t popped up on any of my timelines. I swear, I haven’t read anything about you guys in so long, it’s weird.”
“Oh,” Jongho realised. “Oh? Really? That’s—well, why is it weird? It’s not like they’re always writing about us.”
“Well, of course not, but you keep achieving something—maybe my phone’s messed up, I’ll have to check my settings. Anyway—”
“No!” he protested suddenly. You almost stopped walking and switched the phone to your other ear. “W-why would you do that? I’m sure it’s nothing.”
You frowned – but he couldn’t see that, of course – and then said slowly, “Jongho. What’s going on?”
He spent the next five minutes fooling you both as he attempted to come up with an excuse why there was nothing going on at all! He didn’t know what you meant! Why play with the settings on your phone, you could mess something up! Just let this go, please!
And then, finally, he had you promise that you wouldn’t do anything until you saw him later that night – he’d explain everything once you were together. He knew that, otherwise, you’d be too curious to check all that you’d missed and the hateful comments would hit you with full force.
Rationally, he knew he couldn’t protect you from the hate. You could read something on your friend’s phone – or a library computer, or literally any other device that you did not own – and yet Jongho would have felt useless if he didn’t, at least, try to keep you in the dark about this.
Eventually, after hours of negotiating when he finally came clean about the black-listed words, he got you to promise that you wouldn’t read the comments on any article written about him or his group. A promise wasn’t good enough, but it was the beginning. He was going to keep doing everything he could to make sure you were exposed to as little of the hate as possible.
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part 2 - off limits
san x reader
genre : fluff, humor, slight angst, smau, slowburnish?, slice of life au, college au, coffee shop au, soft pining, best friends to lovers
warnings : swearing
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⤷ you never knew that your best friend was a great dancer until you went to one of his showcases. but it seems like you don’t know a lot of things when it comes to choi san.
↳ jongho x y/n soulmate!au
summary: the one in which jongho did a cover and y/n couldn’t let him best her in singing the song that she wrote.
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I have written the amount of fics on this blog that I am starting to lose track of them myself, so it was time to make a masterlist XD
Handsome Hours | Series 1 - Hongjoong x Reader (I have like 10 more chapters written but proofreading things is SLOW) Part 1 Part 2
Soft Shivers | Series 2 - Wooyoung x Reader Part 1 (discontinued until it gains more interest)
Mommy Please | Series 3 - Hongjoong x Reader x San x Seonghwa Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Sneaky kittens | Series 4 - Vampire/cat shifter!San x reader Part 1 (a story in and of its own though)
Dreaming together | Oneshot 1 - Yunho
Snacking under the moon | Oneshot 2 - Yunho x Reader x Seonghwa
Too hot to handle | Oneshot 3 - San x Reader x Mingi
Just as planned | Oneshot 4 - Jongho
Soft San | Oneshot 5 - San
A beatiful angel | Oneshot 6 - Yeosang x reader
Holding Hands | Imagine 1 - Hongjoong
Holding Hands | Drabble 2 - Hongjoong
My leather baby | Imagine 3 - Hongjoong x reader
San: 1, 2, 3,
Miscellaneous pairings and/or OT8: 1, 2, 3,
[19.36] jongho × reader (ft. san)
⇀ what's the point of getting the crown when he's supposed to lose what he valued most?
⇁ full disclosure, this is inspired by ateez's performance on kingdom; answer : ode to joy
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
He was supposed to live his happily ever after with you.
But what can he do when his brother abdicated the throne?
San was the kingdom's hope. But when he went to war and lost his best friend, Wooyoung, he wasn't the same man. Jongho saw how broken he was and how he drank the cellar dry on a nightly basis. He hated seeing his brother in such a way, which was why he vowed to always be there for whatever his needs might be.
Just as Jongho was there for San, you were there for him. It was neither of your faults that you were born from a simple family. Your mother, the head lady in waiting, and your father, Jongho's tutor, had been loved by the king and queen and also by the two Choi brothers.
You met them when your parents decided and got the approval for you to join the princes with their lessons. Though not as rigorous, your parents wanted you to receive the best education so that when you're older and is able to work in the palace for the future queen or even the royal children, you would be most valuable.
Days and nights spent with Jongho made your hearts grow fonder for each other.
So when the news that San decided to abdicate the throne reached you, you were devastated and so was Jongho.
San decided that the throne will suit him ill and he felt that he couldn't lead the kingdom that failed his best friend. It was unfair of him, sure, but he was grieving.
"So you're really going tomorrow?" You asked, turning to look at San.
The man had a somber look on his face but a smile appeared as he gazed at the throne, "yeah, I am. I want to travel. Wooyoung was supposed to be by my side as my advisor and staying here longer would- will kill me," he then turned to you, "I'm sorry that you had to go through this. I know my parents were fine with you being with Jongho since he wasn't the crown prince but things changed because of me," he told you.
You kept a smile on your face, fighting off the tears that were threatening to drop down. Your hand reached for San's as the fanfare rung loudly in the great hall, "it's not your fault, Sannie. He chose his responsibilities, his kingdom, over me and I completely understand," you didn't meant to but your voice cracked at the end of the sentence.
As the grand double door opened, you could see Jongho in the white suit he was supposed to wear at San's coronation.
The sound of trumpet followed as he stride forward. The red carpet beneath his feet was long and as Jongho gazed at the end of it, on the throne at the top of the stage, he began dreading his future.
Somehow, both of your eyes met. Just as he hitched his breath looking at you, yours too. You unconsciously gripped onto San's hand tighter.
Each step seemed to stretch.
Time seemingly halted.
The reality of the situation dawned and you need to choose whether or not you want to support him or not.
So sacrificing yourself, you smiled and nodded at Jongho. Wordlessly telling him that you're letting him go without any grievances so he could rule well. You know him. You know the man you love. You know he'll do great.
But despite your affirmation, Jongho still felt uneasy.
He wasn't meant for this.
He'll lose his sanity.
The throne looked lonely and cold, a premonition of Jongho's future if he doesn't do anything about it.
As he halted at the bottom of the stage's steps, he looked back to search for you.
Though you had tears streaming down your face and San's hand in yours, he knew three things right then and there;
One, you never looked more beautiful and ethereal.
Two, where your loyalty stands; with him and everything he believes in.
And three, that he refused to rule a kingdom that demands so much of him without wanting to compensate.
So as the Bishop announced his coronation and as the crown was placed on his head, Jongho made up his mind and will himself to take action for his own future.
So he took one step up, then two, then three, all the way to the throne.
People were surprised as he turned around and didn't sit down as he was supposed to. They began murmuring, confused and slightly worried.
"Choi Jongho what are you doing?" you questioned underneath your breath.
Suddenly, Jongho yanked the crown off his head and threw it to the side. People gasped loudly and some were too petrified to do anything.
"I, your King," he started, "refuse to wear the crown my predecessors wore before me," he stated firmly.
Your eyes widened and you turned to look at San. Instead of shock, San had a smile on his face, an overall pleased expression. Like as if he knew that Jongho was going to do this.
"It's obvious that there are errors in our Kingdom that need to be rectified immediately. Wearing that crown shows that I'm going to continue the errors of those before me. But no more. Today onwards, I vow to change things for the better; let equality be among us, let prosperity flourish," he then turns to meet eyes with you. The fiery gaze melted into love and affection, the same look you've seen each night you spent together.
"Let us be happy with whoever we choose," he trailed on.
Jongho began to take steps down the throne, without his crown. But he didn't seem to care. Not about how he looks, or about the people talking, or even about how he just broke tradition.
He only had his eyes on you.
"And I choose you," he spoke softly with a smile on his face. The smile that had disappeared as his coronation approached.
His right hand reached forward to you, "You are," he took a moment to simply gaze into your eyes before continuing, "the love of my life, the only other person who knows about me and this kingdom inside and out other than San. While you may be able to live without me, I can not. You helped me be the man I am today, and without you by my side as my queen, that man will cease to exist. Just as your parents devoted their lives to the throne, I hope you will agree to dedicate your life to me, Choi Jongho, and to support to me, King Jongho,"
Despite the eyes on you, you can only feel his.
Nothing mattered as long as you have each other and you know it.
So you took his hand and even slip your other one out of San's grip into his other one, "you have, and always will be my King,"
With wet cheeks and a smile stretching so wide, Jongho leaned forward to kiss you in front of the whole court for the first time ever.
Little did you two know that Jongho's bravery ignited something in people that day and true to his vow,
Everything did become better.