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  • theaufanartist
    21.10.2021 - 13 minutes ago

    “𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?” 𝘞𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 & 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

    “𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰,”𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

    “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯,”𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.

    “𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘣.”

    Jung Woo Young💖

    “No way!!! He said that?”You hear Woo Young screech on the video call, while talking about your yet another failed date.

    “Uh, yeah,”you agree, trying to find a suitable place where you could keep your phone on the counter, while trying to get the milk for your midday coffee. You hear him laugh his signature hyena laugh from the screen, making your face pull up in a grimace. You both have been best friends since the time you got into uni, and you couldn’t be more thankful. Who said a guy and a girl can’t be best friends without falling in love?

    “He’s a jerk,”he says, writing down something you believe were his psychology assignments.

    “Whatever,” you say, stirring the coffee, “I’m never prioritising anyone over you.”

    “Awe,”he coos at you, making you smile, “you love me that much?”

    “So much that I can trade you for sushi,”you say, giggling.

    “That’s not a good thing,”he says, squinting his eyes at you, “why trade, when I can buy you sushi?”

    “Fair point,”you say, making him smile, “with tteokbokki!”

    “YES! Ugh, I’m craving kimchi with tteokbokki!”

    “We should meet for lunch today,”you say, making him hum.

    “Cool, lets meet today.”

    “Okie,”you agree, “pick me up at two.”

    “Will do,”he says, still writing.

    “How’s San?” You ask him about his insanely attractive roomie you were crushing on. He was the reason you were trying to date someone else, because you thought that he was out of your league. Woo Young looks at you with a raised eyebrow. He puts his pen down in the fold in between his notebook, closing it. Shifting his notebook to the side, he looks up at you.

    “Aren’t you a little too concerned about him nowadays?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You giggle nervously, sipping on the coffee.

    “Nope,”you say, the curtain in front of you suddenly appearing to be a little more interesting.

    “Look at me, dimsum,”he says, making you look at him with a grin, when he calls you by that nickname.

    “He’s cute,”you mumble, loud enough for him to hear.

    “𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?” 𝘞𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 & 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

    “𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰,”𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

    “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯,”𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.

    “𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘣.”

    “I hate you,”he says, pouting intensely. You roll your eyes, smiling at him.

    “I can’t disagree with facts now, can I?”

    “Oh really?”he asks, smirking, “San wouldn’t say that about you.”


    “Ugh, um, hehe, how’s the coffee?”

    “Woo, what did San say?”

    “Oh, Yun was asking about you-”

    “Woo,”you call out his name sternly, raising an eyebrow, “what did San say?”

    “What are you guys talking about? I heard my name being called,”you heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the screen. Woo whips his head to his right, eyes widening comically. San comes and sits on the bed behind San.

    “Hi,”San greets you with his cute smile. You smile at him.

    “Hey,”you quip, drinking the remaining coffee.

    “What are you guys talking about?”

    “Nothing, man,”Woo says, turning his chair to look at him, “they were asking how you are?”

    San looks at you and smirks.

    “If you were missing me so much, you can always call me,”he says, now getting up from his seat such that he’s standing next to Woo Young, bending a bit to reach the camera level, “or drop by. I’m free for you.”


    “Go away, San-ah,”Woo Young whines, making the said male laugh, “I’m not going to let myself see my two best friends trying to flirt with each other.”

    He gets up from his seat, stretching a bit.

    “I’ll drop by your place in a while,”he says, lifting his phone, “I’ll go take a shower. See you dimsum! Muah!”

    “Bye Woo-vi!”

    You keep the phone, now thoughts pondering over what Woo said. Was San really flirting with you? Your question was answered by a ping from your phone.

    𝘜𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯: 𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘯. 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘞𝘰𝘰’𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦.

    𝘜𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯: 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺? 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

    You giggle at his messages. You save his number.

    𝘠𝘰𝘶: 𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘯!

    𝘠𝘰𝘶: 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦! 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

    𝘚𝘢𝘯😊: 𝘈𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦!

    𝘠𝘰𝘶: 𝘖𝘬𝘪𝘦. 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶:)

    𝘚𝘢𝘯😊:𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭;)

    You choke on the coffee you were drinking. Beautiful? What the hell! Date?? What in the name of the sweet sprinkled doughnuts?

    Woo picks you up from your place. Your thoughts run wild, making you seem quieter than your usual self.

    “What happened dimsum; food not good?”

    “San asked me out.”

    Woo Young chokes on his tteokbokki, making you pass him the glass of water. He calms down after what seemed like four minutes. He wipes his mouth with a tissue, drinking more water.

    “Say what?”

    You showed him the text messages you exchanged.

    “That sneaky little fucker,”Woo snickers, “finally grew a pair.”


    “He was crushing on you, dimsum,”he says, handing you the phone back, “ugh, finally my two best friends will be dating!”

    You look at him, surprised. You waved a hand in front of his face.

    “Hello,” you wave, “when was I supposed to know this?”

    “You should consider yourself lucky to have a best friend like me, you know,”he says, feeding you some food, “San is a good guy, otherwise I wouldn’t have let him anywhere near you.”

    “And that makes me better how?”you say, making him grin.

    “He will take care of you, dimsum,”he says, wiping the sauce off from near the corner of your lips, “he likes you a lot. And good for you right? You’ve been crushing on him, too.”

    “I know,”you say, “but I’m nervous. What if I screw it up?”

    “Trust me, you won’t,” Woo Young affirms you. He holds your hands, rubbing his thumb over the skin of your hand, “he’s equally clumsy.”

    “I hate you,”you say, smiling at him. He shows a toothy grin.

    “No you don’t,”he says, taking back his hands, now feeding you some kimchi, “now, aaaah!”

    You giggle at his antics. You truly were blessed to have a best friend like him. Although he was an annoying brat, he was your annoying brat, and you wouldn’t give him up for the world.

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  • dailykoreanpop
    21.10.2021 - 3 hours ago

    [211020] SubK Shop’s official twitter update:

    ⏰ Mon, 10/25, 5PM PDT ~ Mon, 11/8, 10PM PST 
    🎁 SUBK SHOP EXCLUSIVE PHOTOCARD - Random 1 out of 16 

    Credit: subkshop 

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  • yulaielizabeth
    21.10.2021 - 4 hours ago

    @blip ¿Cuál creen los miembros que es su mejor momento? Cuéntame tus mejores momentos. : https://t.co/YnskSDAuiN #blip #ATEEZ @ATEEZofficial #HONGJOONG #SEONGHWA #YUNHO #YEOSANG #SAN #MINGI #Wooyoung #JONGHO https://www.instagram.com/p/CVSvTXogmgU/?utm_medium=tumblr

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  • hongism
    21.10.2021 - 11 hours ago

    20 - c.jongho + balcony sex (18+)

    » c.jongho x fem!reader » 18+ dni if minor » language, explicit smut, semi-public sex, piv, unprotected sex, manhandling, strength kink, oral sex: f receiving, manual stimulation, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, soft sex, alcohol mention, creampie » wc 2.4k » link to masterlist

    “the weather is really nice this morning,” you say through a sip of coffee, glancing over your shoulder as jongho steps out to join you on the balcony. “you’re up early.”

    “as are you,” he sighs back. your gaze drags over his form as he comes into view, noting the simple white tee over grey sweatpants that he went to bed in last night. he must have just rolled out of bed and come straight here given how mussed his hair still looks. you watch over the lip of your mug as he steps closer to the railing, elbows coming to a rest on the flat bit. the city isn’t busy at this hour; at least not in terms of pedestrians and such. the cars are still going every which way without relent, but that’s not very interesting to watch anyway. the beach just beyond the road is the main view you chose this condo for, and the whole reason you’re out this early. the waves look prettiest as the sun is coming up over them.

    “did you want some coffee, my love?”

    “i can get some later, you don’t need to get up.”

    instead of heeding his words, you give a little shrug and set your own mug down beside you.

    “perhaps you’re simply lucky enough that your loving wife is willing to make coffee for you.” you pull yourself to your feet, glancing over jongho’s bedhead one more time before dipping back into the condo to fetch another mug. you don’t see why he was complaining so much anyway because it takes you less than a minute to pour plain black coffee with one sugar packet stirred in, but that’s neither here nor there.

    when you return to the balcony, jongho has moved to one of the chairs — the one beside yours — and he’s swiping through his phone with little intent.

    “what did you want to do today?” he asks when you pass the mug over to him. rather than returning to your own chair, you decide to be a bit of a pest and crawl in beside him in his own, sneaking up under his arm to rest your head against his chest. “we only have two days left here before we gotta go back.”

    “yeah, i just don’t know what else we can do. we’ve done pretty much everything already.”

    “mm, not quite, we haven’t gone down to that place on the water yet.” jongho sets his mug down beside yours on the table adjacent to the chair then settles his arm around your waist.

    “which one? the restaurant?”

    “yeah, with the crab dip you like.”

    “oh! yeah, i wanna go there for sure! wooyoung will be upset we went without him though.”

    “last i checked woo isn’t my wife, so he can suck it up.” you huff out a laugh at jongho’s mumbled comment, pressing your face further into his warm shirt.

    “you know…” you purse your lips before continuing, watching a few birds fly overhead before the rest of your thought comes to you. “honeymoons are a bit overrated, i think.”

    “hm? what makes you say that?”

    “not that, like, i’m having a bad time. i’m having the best time ever honestly. but people always make it out to be this crazy insane thing where you do crazy insane things.”

    “well, we can’t really compare to wooyoung, can we?”

    “i suppose not. i’m just saying that there’s no reason why honeymoons can only happen once. or at least trips like these. every trip can be a honeymoon in some way, right?”

    jongho hums against your forehead, and you let the vibration roll through you, a happy warmth budding in your chest at the same time.

    “what’s some crazy insane thing that you think should happen then?”

    “i don’t know anything off the top of my head. people like wooyoung would probably fuck on every surface of the condo. or out here on the balcony.” you don’t think twice about your little comment, and at first, you don’t think jongho does either. he doesn’t mention it beyond that at least, so when you carry about with your day (which still isn’t very eventful, actually), you put that to the back of your mind and forget about it.

    jongho does end up taking you to that nice restaurant with the crab dip though, and you walk it off along the beach outside the complex you’re staying at afterwards before going back up to your room. and because you had put that earlier conversation from morning to the back of your mind, you didn’t really think much when jongho asked if you wanted to drink some champagne out on the balcony in the evening after dinner. you simply changed into your nightgown and followed him out to stand by the rail with glass in hand, watching the waves as sunlight dimmed further.

    the first sign that your new husband is up to something comes when he lays a hand over your ass. not on your back or on your hip, no, no — your ass. a full fistful of it too. and you know he’s always had a thing for your ass, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise. when it turns to surprise is when he reaches around your abdomen to collect the fabric of your nightgown and pulls it to bunch at your tailbone.

    “do you want something, dear?” you sigh through a sip of alcohol. jongho hums behind you. you hear a little clink the glance over your shoulder to see him setting his glass down on the end table between the chairs.

    “yeah, you might wanna put that down for a minute.” he gestures to the glass in your own hand, and all you can do is arch a brow at him, clinging to the crystal like it’s your most prized possession.

    “excuse me, i feel like a rich housewife who just killed her older husband for money.”

    “yes well, your younger husband asking you to set the glass down so you don’t accidentally drop is on some random passerby down there.”

    your pout is lost on jongho as he takes the glass from your hands anyway without paying any mind to your complaints. you’re about to be butthurt about it too, until, that is, he sinks to his knees behind you with your gown still pulled up over your panty-clad ass. in a very attractive fluid motion, he brings your underwear to your ankles and those familiar feelings of butterflies and anticipation blossom in your gut like they did when you and he first started dating. at least it’s nice to know that marriage and a honeymoon haven’t dulled that brightness in your feelings for him. and neither one of those things has dimmed the reaction your body has to him either because when he spreads your thighs a bit further with a show of raw strength, you feel arousal pool in your nether regions.

    you brace yourself on the rail with your elbows pressed to the metal. it digs into your skin a little bit, but you’re going to take stability over pain because jongho could knock you clean off this balcony altogether without the support. except when his fingers press to your folds and spread you wide enough to expose your core, he doesn’t immediately dip those digits into you and scissor you open. instead, he leans in and drags the flat of his tongue over your labia, tasting the arousal that’s already wettened your skin. your back arches against your will and pushes your ass further into jongho’s face, something that earns you a low chuckle and vibrations that shudder over your clit immediately.

    “jongho, baby,” you whine when he pulls away to stare a little. you glance back at him, pout coming back to your lips, and this time it pays off.

    “needy, needy.”

    “well maybe if you didn’t tease—”

    “maybe if you let me take a minute to breathe so i don’t pass out trying to eat you out.”

    “oh, shut up back there before i choke you out with my ass.”

    “yeah now it really feels like we’re married,” jongho laughs again, and when you blink back at him, you find a pretty smile and love in his eyes. which is cute — it really is, however, it would be a lot cuter if he weren’t teasing you with the tip of his tongue again two seconds later like you didn’t just tell him to stop teasing.

    “i take back, ah, everything i said earlier. i never ever want another honeymoon if this is what you’re gonna, fuck jongho, be like!” he chooses that opportune moment to fuck his tongue into your cunt without warning, eliciting a pretty string of moans and curses that blend together into one heaping mess. your head falls forward so far that you nearly knock it against the railing, only stopping because of how your arms lay flat on the metal. jongho wraps his large hands around the tops of your thighs, close to your hips but just barely, and that’s all it takes for him to drag your body back to his mouth. his blunt nails press little crescents into your skin, but the grip isn’t painful by any means. even if it did hurt, that pain would be drowned out by the pleasure that’s radiating through you thanks to his tongue through your folds and dipping into your heat time and time again.

    your body registers the fact that one of his hands slips away to join where he has his tongue pressed into you, but your mind certainly does not, thanks to the pleasant cotton fuzz clouding most thoughts outside ‘oh god‘, ‘oh fuck’, and ‘i’m gonna cum if he keeps this up'. and keep it up he does because you feel the threads of pleasure that have been pulled tight snap all of a sudden, sending you over a hasty edge to an orgasm that makes you tilt your head back and cry out to the night air before you.

    you’re still panting into the crook of your elbow when jongho stands up, wiping at his lower lip lewdly with a smug little grin on his stupid pretty face.

    “don’t say a word,” you whine, peeking out at him from your elbow.

    “hm? don’t mention how you came in less than two minutes?”

    “stop, it was longer than that!”

    “no, no, i don’t think it was.”

    “you’re a menace, shut up and fuck me now, please.”

    “only since you asked nicely,” jongho teases again, hands securing on your waist as he pulls himself back to his feet to stand behind you now.

    “i’m having second thoughts about this whole marriage thing. maybe i should become a nun.”

    “and miss out on the best fucks of your life? i don’t see how you could manage, but go ahead.” you twist against the rail to look jongho in the eye, and for a moment you consider slapping his arm in retaliation but he interrupts that thought by pressing a quick kiss to your nose then your cheek and finally to your lips. maybe you can’t stay that mad at him. you let him hook an arm around your back, dragging a leg up to snake around the back of his thigh as he nudges at your folds with his bare cock now. the angle is awkward at best, and not nearly as sexy as the porns make it out to be, but you don’t really find yourself minding all too much because it’s jongho. were it anyone else, you’d hate it and ask to move, but you just want jongho. with you, around you, at your side, and most important (right now at least) inside you. so you grip the back of his neck with a hand and tug him as close as you can manage. his hips press closer to yours with the movement, your foot helping urge his legs into motion, and at last his cock breaches your cunt and sinks deeper into you.

    “i love you so much,” you murmur against his mouth when he buries himself fully in your heat. “mr. ‘best fucks of my life’.”

    “i love you too, mrs. ‘best fucks of my life’,” jongho laughs in response, greeting your kiss with eagerness.

    “right, yeah, we gotta stop with the nicknames before we get too used to them. the others would be merciless if they heard that.”

    “i suppose. i think i’ll stick to calling you other things. baby, sweetheart, darling, honey, my beloved, luckiest person on earth…”

    you open your mouth to retort, and jongho seems to realize your argument is about to start because he rolls his hips against yours immediately, cock dragging inside you in a way that has you moaning again.

    “fuck you,” you hiss out before your noises start up once more with their ceaseless patterns.

    “i’m fucking you, actually,” jongho purrs into the shell of your ear. he catches the cartilage between his teeth, nipping just enough to make you shiver, and you keen under his touch.

    “yeah, well, fuck me harder then.” you suppose you are the luckiest person on earth, because jongho gives you everything you ask for and more no matter what. and that stands true here as well with him rocking into your cunt with faster thrusts that build you up to another crashing orgasm in what is definitely more than two minutes (you’ll argue it later though). you cum with a cry and a shout of your husband’s name, one that falls on his ears directly, and when your walls squeeze tight around his member, you bring him to his high as well. his thrusts turn choppy, losing their direction and rhythm before stilling completely. he paints your inner walls white with cum, sighing into the curve of your neck as he does.

    you know he’s come down from his orgasm when his breaths turn to lazy kisses.

    “gonna carry me to bed like a good husband?” you murmur into his soft hair.

    “anything for you, my darling wife.”

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  • tohokuu
    21.10.2021 - 13 hours ago


    summary : well, what happens when you run in front of a very angry and very dangerous mans car and yell at him for not hitting you ? will he give you what you want or keep you as an asset for his undercover mafia endeavors ? I don’t know, keep reading 🤨

    wc : wait a little ☝🏻🙄

    warnings : suicide, impulsive reader, mafia au, ceo au, san is corrupt, murder, violence, gangs, drinking, sex, readers got parents issues lol. the reader really wanted to sewer slide at the beginning bc of how upset she was so keep that into consideration before reading ! 

    psa : this is a very sensitive story. it’s based on my personal experiences. i don’t owe anyone an explanation on my life but know that the things the reader deals with in this story are daily and irl occurrences. if you or anyone you know is dealing with the exposed topics in this work, please do not hesitate to reach out to a trusted individual. you are loved, cared for and deserve a right to happiness. if you think there is no one, i promise that i am here for you everyday. my ask box is open and my anonymous is on if you don’t feel comfy sharing your url. 

    tags : send an ask, baby

    when you stepped off the curb, you wished- no, you prayed that someone would be a shitty enough driver and a shitty enough human being to hit you fatally and leave you there to bleed out. then as if by God finally heard you, you saw the flash of headlights coming your way and despite seeing the very clear image of them, you kept walking. you hoped whoever they were would end your life tonight so you wouldn’t have to deal with home tonight. instead, much to your fucking dismay they slammed the brakes the second you came 2 feet within their car. a black convertible... some old timey car that you didn’t care enough to learn the name of. 

    “man, what the fuck ?!” came a voice. “do you want to fucking die ?!” he yelled. your anger got the best of you “and what if i fucking did, you stupid cunt ?!” you retorted, and if you thought back on it now, you couldn’t decide if this bullet riddled life was worth it. would things have been different if you chose not to step off the curb that day ? or would you still be wondering about your place in this cramped universe ? 

    “man, what the fuck ?!” came a voice. “do you want to fucking die ?!” he yelled. your anger got the best of you “and what if i fucking did, you stupid cunt ?!” you retorted, and if you thought back on it now, you couldn’t decide if this bullet riddled life was worth it. would things have been different if you chose not to step off the curb that day ? or would you still be wondering about your place in this cramped universe ? 

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  • mia-tiny
    21.10.2021 - 13 hours ago

    Unexpected Company Part Three

    ⇒ pairing: p. seonghwa x fem!reader

    ⇒ smut, dirty talk, pet names, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (do not do this irl), hair pulling, fingering

    ⇒ word count: 4.5k

    ⇒ summary: As you become increasingly upset by Seonghwa’s distant nature, he takes it upon himself to try and ease your frustration.

    💖 read part one here and part two here

    💕 view my masterlist here

    ⇒ author’s note: can be read as part of the story or stand alone (may just miss a few plot points)

    “I just don’t get it!” Wooyoung rages as you two sit on your couch watching trashy reality TV together. “Brian kissed Maria and Nina is still going to defend him like that?”

    “It is all for the show, you know that, right?” You laugh amusedly because of how invested he gets in the cast despite how much he claims to hate these shows.

    “I don’t know. This one cuts deep,” he replies in all seriousness as he stuffs more chips in his mouth, eyes glued to the screen. “I mean seriously, he needs to either commit or just leave her alone. He’s just toying with her and she lets him do it.”

    Your amusement disappears as the situation begins to sound familiar to your own. It was only last Saturday that you were wrapped up with Seonghwa in the VIP room of a crowded club, but it feels like it has been ages. You have replayed the night over and over again in your head, but you focus only on how upset the whole experience left you. You partly blame yourself for being too much of a coward to discuss your relationship with him, but you also think about how unwilling he seemed to bring it up and how distant he was afterwards. It has been frustrating you more and more as you continue to dwell on it.

    You just wish you could figure out your relationship with him, but you still have no way to contact him without either asking Wooyoung for his number or hoping to run into each other. You feel that asking Wooyoung would clearly alert him to what was going on and may also make you seem too needy to Seonghwa if all he wants from you is sex.

    You curse yourself internally for being exactly the cast member Wooyoung is currently annoyed with. Seonghwa isn’t indicating that he’ll make any moves to take your relationship past the physical aspect, but he hasn’t rejected the idea either. You feel like you are letting him keep you on the hook since he knows just how much he affects you and you let him do as he pleases. In fact, you don’t even know much about him besides how it feels to have him all over you.

    You glance at your best friend beside you and wonder if you might be able to get some information out of him without making him too suspicious. Feeling devious, you reposition a little to look at him.

    “So… how are you doing these days?” you ask, trying to simply play the part of a curious and caring friend.

    “Fine,” he replies shortly as he continues to watch the television. “Work has been annoying, but I just drink it off at Club Tempest.”

    You see your in.

    “With Seonghwa?” you inquire.

    “Sometimes, but he is really busy so usually I hang out with Yeosang or San, why?”

    “Oh, I was just wondering since he was there last weekend,” you babble as you quickly try to excuse your interest, but Wooyoung doesn’t even pay it the slightest mind since he is too invested in the show playing. “It must be weird living with Seonghwa since he is gone all the time.”

    “I mean, not really,” Wooyoung states indifferently with a shrug. “It’s kind of just like living alone most of the time, but he’s a good roommate when he’s around.”

    “What is he always doing if he’s never home?” You imagine all the strange things he could be doing with his time as you await the answer. Maybe he already has a girlfriend that he is with all the time. Maybe he lives a secret double life as a celebrity. Maybe he is actually a government spy that is hiding as a commoner but carries out dangerous hidden missions behind our backs.

    Or maybe you’re just spiralling into ridiculous scenarios.

    “I’m not sure. Never really asked him about it.”

    You huff. Of course Wooyoung wouldn’t ask. He’s too aloof and nonchalant to care about his roommate’s whereabouts like that. You could probably tell him that you’re going on vacation in Antarctica to get the perfect tan and he would simply reply with ‘have a good time.’

    Still wanting to find out more about Seonghwa, you shamelessly continue to dig.

    “But you said he is a good roommate, right?”

    “Yeah, I mean he is really clean and cooks me some food sometimes. The only annoying thing is when he has girls over, but I do that too so I can’t really complain.”

    Your heart sinks in your chest even though you know you have no right to feel so jealous and upset. Still, you can’t stop wondering if he thinks of you as just another one of the girls he ‘has over.’

    “Oh, really?” you try to question casually. “Is that like… a common thing?”

    You sit desperately on the edge of your seat as you fear the answer.

    “Not really, just every now and then. Like I said, he’s way too busy so I guess he just needs a good lay every now and then since it’s not like he dates anyone.” Your interest is piqued as you focus on the latter part of Wooyoung’s reply.

    “He doesn’t date anyone? What do you mean?” In your head, there are many different interpretations of this statement. He could be a serial player that breaks hearts right and left, he could be opposed to the idea of romance altogether, he could be traumatized from a past relationship, or so many more possibilities that you again get carried away with.

    “I don’t know. I’ve just never seen him date someone properly.”

    Sometimes Wooyoung is annoyingly uninterested in the lives of other people and you feel like smacking him in the arm from how unhelpful he is at the moment.

    “You know what’s weird,” he suddenly quips as he finally rips his attention away from the television to look at you. “You’re asking so much about Seonghwa.”

    Oh shit.

    “Oh, I just--”

    “But he was asking about you before, too,” he interrupts before you can make excuses.

    “He was?” you ask incredulously.

    “Yeah, it was last Sunday, the day after the club. He was just asking about you. It was strange,” Wooyoung states as you probably look confused and stunned. “Hasn’t he texted you?”

    “What? How would he text me?” You are entirely lost in the turn this conversation has taken since you never gave Seonghwa your number and you haven’t heard anything from him. You aren’t even sure what Seonghwa would text you and why Wooyoung would know about it.

    “He asked me for your number that Sunday.” Your heart skips a beat and you begin to feel butterflies, but then Wooyoung continues. “He said he just wanted to get back the hoodie you took home that one night.”

    You instantly frown at the realization. Of course he didn’t want your number so he could talk to you or flirt with you. You feel stupid for even thinking that for a split second and become frustrated with yourself, but even moreso with him. You had forgotten all about that dumb sweatshirt after washing it and hanging it up in your closet to return to him at a later date. Even though it belongs to him, you are annoyed at the idea of him going out of his way to get something of his out of your possession, almost as if he is denying you permission to covet or remember him.

    You also notice Wooyoung’s statement that Seonghwa asked for your number a week ago and still hasn’t texted or called you. You assume that surely he is avoiding you since having to see you to get his hoodie back is too burdensome or awkward. He’s probably afraid that you’ll try to talk about your relationship with him and he’ll have to break it to you that he never wanted anything past your body.

    Now in a terrible mood, you stomp off to retrieve the item and come back to toss it into Wooyoung’s lap. “Just give it back to him when you see him.”

    Not detecting your icy disposition, Wooyoung simply replies with a “sure” and focuses again on the TV. You get through another hour or so of trashy shows before subtly hinting that you want Wooyoung to leave because you have a headache. Since it is already ten o’clock, he heads back home with the sweatshirt in hand after giving you the same big, comforting hug he has given you for years.

    Now all alone in your apartment, you try to take your mind off of your frustration by settling into a nice bubble bath and drinking a few glasses of your favorite red wine. As you start to feel a slight buzz from the alcohol, you hear your phone start ringing from the bathroom counter. Not wanting to be interrupted, you ignore it until it stops vibrating. As soon as you start to relax, however, it starts ringing again.

    Irritated, you stand up and march over to where your phone rests near the sink, leaving small puddles on the tile floor with each step you take. The number is unfamiliar, but you pick up to keep them from interrupting again.

    “Hello?” you answer impatiently.

    “You didn’t pick up the first time,” the person on the other side of the line hums calmly. “Are you avoiding me?”

    That voice. You know exactly who it is and the same frustration you felt earlier once again makes your chest tighten.

    “I don’t even know your number,” you spit back in an obviously upset tone. “How would I know to avoid your call?”

    He simply chuckles in amusement, clearly loving the reaction you are giving him. You get more annoyed at the sound.

    “Plus I’m not the one who had your phone number for a week and didn’t even text,” you sneer scathingly to try and get to him.

    “Ah,” he simply sighs in enlightenment. “Is that why you’re upset? You wanted me to call you? Or perhaps you wanted me to come and see you?”

    His suggestive tone makes your cheeks flush, but you scoff at his haughtiness. “No. I’m just saying that if one of us is doing the avoiding, it is obviously you.”

    “Then why did you send my hoodie back with Wooyoung, hm?” he purrs, knowing he has you trapped. You were so clearly avoiding him by using Wooyoung as a middle man, but you can’t admit that now.

    “He said you wanted it back, so I gave it back. It was just faster,” you blatantly lie, and you worry that Seonghwa can see right through you as he usually does.

    “So you’re not avoiding me, then?” he questions in a teasing tone as if he is always one step ahead of you.

    “No.” You try to sound convincing, but it comes out as more of a question despite your annoyance with him at the moment.

    “Ah, I see. So then maybe I should just come over so we can ‘not avoid each other’ together,” he proposes as your heart begins to race.

    “Don’t come over,” you command as you scramble to come up with an excuse, thinking of one after a momentary pause that hints at your panic. “You don’t even know where I live.”

    “You could tell me,” he points out confidently. “Or I could always just ask Wooyoung.”

    Your eyes go wide at the thought of him asking Wooyoung for your address since it is practically equivalent to putting up a billboard in front of his apartment declaring that you two are fucking.

    “I’m not going to tell you and don’t ask Wooyoung,” you demand with frustration. “Just don’t come over.”

    “Hm,” he hums curiously. “It sounds kind of like you are avoiding me, but that couldn’t be right, could it?”

    He is talking circles around you and you know it. There is no way you are going to win this battle and your annoyance takes over as you seek to end this confrontation.

    “It doesn’t even matter,” you huff angrily. “If you’re just going to mess with me, I’m hanging up.”

    Without waiting for him to respond, you quickly press the red ‘end call’ button and set your phone back down on the counter. You groan loudly with exasperation and head back to the bath you had forgotten about. The water is only lukewarm by now, but you still sink back into it and down another glass of wine without hesitation.

    At this moment in time, you wish you could go back and undo what happened on that first rainy night you two spent together. You think of his intimidating gaze and beautiful face, irked by how handsome he is and how much you let him get to you. You recall just how defenseless you are in front of him and curse him out in your head.

    Stupid Seonghwa. Stupid hot, seductive, sexy, mysterious Seonghwa.

    The bath grows colder as you stew in your animosity, but you sit and drink for another fifteen minutes before the doorbell rings. Your head immediately snaps towards the sound and your heart drops in your chest. There is no way.

    After a considerable silence, it rings again. You pull yourself out of the water and wrap a towel around your body, your hair still dry and resting on your shoulders. You very cautiously and quietly exit the bathroom and tiptoe to the front door as if he can hear any minute sound you may make. The doorbell rings a third time, making you jump as you approach the sound carefully.

    You look through the peephole and, of course, find Seonghwa standing there casually in a black t-shirt and ripped black jeans, his hair styled up and out of his face like it was at the club. You gasp loudly as he startles you by knocking directly against the door while your face is so close to it. You can tell he hears you when he chuckles lowly to himself.

    “Open the door,” he chimes as you panic. Did he really ask Wooyoung for your address like he said he would?

    You try to sound firm and brave as you reply, but your heart feels like it is going to burst as you stand there practically naked. “I told you not to come.”

    “I came anyway,” he states obviously, shrugging as if it is the most casual thing in the world. “So are you going to let me in or am I going to stand here ringing your doorbell all night?”

    Determined to show him just how upset you are, you crack the door open just enough to speak with him, but make sure it is too narrow for him to comfortably waltz inside. He instantly looks down and notices your attire, the corners of his lips turning up at the sight.

    “Why are you here?” you question before he can make any snide remarks.

    “To not avoid you,” he answers indifferently.

    “I said ‘don’t come over,’” you remind him, but he only smirks in response.

    “That just made me want to do it more.”

    His suggestive words and piercing eyes start to get to you as your cheeks turn bright red, once again betraying you by making you far too easy to read. You try not to shrink under his gaze as you attempt to appear as upset as you truly are. Of course, however, he sees the effect he has on you as clear as day and brings his hand up to gently caress your flushed cheek with the back of his fingers.

    “Am I making you warm?” he questions dominantly as you dare not to move, letting him softly touch you as you feel the wetness increasing in your core. You hate how much your body betrays you at moments like this. You want so desperately to resist him and prove your anger by sending him home, but he continues to break down your frustration with every second he spends focused on you.

    “N-no,” you stutter unconvincingly. “It is just warm out.”

    A large gust of cold air blows just as you finish your sentence and you look down at the ground in embarrassment.

    “It’s okay, baby girl. I already know how hot I make you feel,” he purrs as his hand continues to caress your face, his fingertips passing over your lips slowly. “I know how I make your heart beat so fast. Especially when I do things like this.”

    He begins walking towards you and you instinctively back away and into your apartment. He simply follows you as he lets himself in, never tearing his eyes off of your face as he slowly and calmly backs you against the wall. Once you are flat against it with nowhere else to go, he puts one hand on the wall and leans in so that his face is only inches from yours. You feel so vulnerable and under his control as he stares at you like his prey. He takes his free hand and rests it on top of your heart, feeling just how unbelievably quick your pulse is as your nerves grow.

    “Like I thought.”

    You are too embarrassed and worked up to even reply, simply looking up at him with shy eyes while he ponders exactly what to do with you.

    “Why were you avoiding me?” he questions mockingly. “Are you mad at me?”

    Yes. You want to say yes.

    “No,” you answer instead as he cuts through your defenses at the speed of light. He smiles down at you from the answer. He leans further down and begins sucking and biting your neck at a devilishly slow pace.

    “I don’t know if I believe you,” he states, continuing to kiss down towards your collarbone between words. “Should I make it up to you?”

    His proposition makes your core ache in need and you can feel yourself getting wet for him as he moves closer and closer to the edge of your towel. Unable to resist the sensation, you finally cave.


    He grins up at you and carefully pulls your towel off your body, letting it fall to the floor and revealing your naked figure. He moves his lips to your nipple, sucking and licking it teasingly as his hand stimulates your other one before switching over. You can’t help but moan quietly at the feeling, wishing he would continue his way down your body and towards your most sensitive parts.

    “Seonghwa, please,” you whimper pathetically considering you were hellbent on hating him just a short while ago.

    “What is it, baby?” he chimes in response, knowing just how to make you bend to his will. “What is it you want?”

    “Please eat me out,” you request as you sacrifice your dignity and give in to his expertise.

    “Since you asked so kindly…” he trails off as he kisses down your stomach and places one of your legs over his shoulder to get the perfect view of your pussy. He takes his middle finger and brushes it along your slit, feeling just how wet you are for him and then chuckling. “You act so angry, but what is all this?”

    He takes his finger into his mouth and tastes your arousal, causing you to hide your face in your hands from embarrassment. He pays it no mind, however, as he brings his mouth to your core and reminds you just how amazing he is at eating pussy. He switches between sucking and quickly licking your clit in order to get you moaning and breathing heavily above him. Your hands naturally rest in his hair as he continues to play with you.

    Without warning, he plunges two fingers into your hole and begins curling them up at the perfect angle to continuously brush against your g-spot. You gasp at the feeling and tighten your grip on his hair, causing him to moan against your clit. You instinctively begin grinding your core against him as he brings you closer and closer to you high. You can feel yourself approaching release as he continues mercilessly.

    “Seonghwa,” you whine breathily. “I’m- I’m gonna…”

    Before you can reach a state of ecstasy, Seonghwa has pulled away from your body entirely, leaving you shocked at how cruelly he has ripped away your orgasm.

    “What are you--”

    “Not yet,” he interrupts as he stands up and slips his shirt off. “I want you to cum around my cock.”

    His words only turn you on more as your hands rush towards his belt and he slips off his boots using only his feet. You rapidly remove the rest of his clothing and find that he is already rock hard and ready to have you to himself. He pulls your face against his and makes out with you hungrily as you guide him towards your bedroom, never breaking the kiss in the process.

    The backs of your knees hit the end of the bed and you sit down before sliding yourself further up. As your head reaches the pillows, he places himself on top of you and continues kissing you feverishly while stroking his dick.

    “Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?” he asks although he already knows the answers.

    “Fuck me, Seonghwa,” you plead as the need to have him inside you grows.

    Without any further hesitation, he begins to push the head of his enormous dick into you, causing you to gasp as he stretches you out. He is kind enough to slowly enter you until he is all the way in and pausing so you can adjust. After a moment, he starts to experimentally pump in and out of you as you already moan underneath him, his size alone making it feel incredible.

    “Fuck, you have such a tight little pussy, baby,” he purrs in your ear as you wrap your legs around his waist. “How does it feel to be stuffed full of my cock?”

    His dirty mouth does wonders as he also picks up the pace, hitting you in just the right spot with each thrust.

    “It feels so good,” you moan truthfully, your hands grabbing onto his strong arms to keep yourself grounded. “You’re so fucking big.”

    He moans at the compliment and snaps his hips even harder. You pull him back in to kiss you as he continuously pounds into your pussy, lewd noises filling the room in the process. After a while, he pulls away and slips his dick out of you to command you shortly.

    “Turn over.”

    You do as he says and get on all fours as he begins to fuck you from behind. In this position, his dick hits you at an even better angle and you can’t help but curse loudly at just how good it feels. He picks up his pace and begins to get rough with how hard he is fucking you, but you love every second of it and how intense the feeling is.

    “You take my cock so well, baby girl,” he praises as his hand comes down to smack you on the ass, causing you to yelp in surprise. “So good for me.”

    He slaps you a few more times and you honestly wish he wouldn’t stop since it turns you on so much. Instead of spanking you, however, he locks his fingers into your hair and pulls you up so that your back is leaning against his chest. He doesn’t even slow his rhythm at all as he reaches around you with his free hand and begins rubbing your clit ruthlessly.

    “I want you to cum for me, baby,” he growls in your ear as your moans get louder. “Cum on my cock.”

    You are getting so close to orgasming and you let out a string of curse words as it builds endlessly. You finally reach your high and your pussy tightens powerfully around his dick, causing him to hiss at just how good it feels. As you come down from euphoria, Seonghwa lets go of your hair and you fall back down onto all fours.

    “My turn, baby,” he coos before ruthlessly pounding into you from behind, chasing his own high as moans spill endlessly from his mouth.

    You whimper at the sensation because of how sensitive you are while he fucks you roughly. It only takes him another minute before he is pulling out of you and cumming on your reddened ass, delicious groans filling the silence and making you wish you could see his expression right now.

    As his breathing begins to slow, he reaches for the tissues on your nightstand and cleans his cum off of your body. Once he is done, you plop down on the mattress, exhausted. He settles in next to you and pulls you closer to his warm body. You rest your head on his arm and hand on his chest as you both lay speechless, eyes drifting closed from how spent you both are. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is the feeling of him pulling the comforter over you.

    You wake abruptly in the morning as your pre-set alarm on your phone goes off. It is only six a.m., but you have to get ready for work since it is a Monday. After silencing the deafening alarm, you immediately recall last night’s events and look to your side in search of Seonghwa. The only things beside you in the bed, however, are your spare pillows and the comforter you kicked off in the middle of the night.

    Confused, you get up and slip on a t-shirt and panties before beginning to cautiously search your apartment for Seonghwa. You check the bathroom, the living room, and the kitchen before concluding he must have left already.

    The same disappointment that you felt last time swells in your chest and you plop down on the couch to ponder the situation. Did he leave right after you fell asleep or did he wake up even before six a.m. in hopes of avoiding an awkward morning conversation? Is he that averse to speaking to you when it doesn’t involve getting into your panties? Is he just trying to avoid the inevitable conversation about what you two are? Is he finally ditching you now that you’ve slept with him?

    You check your phone to see if he sent you anything, but find that you only have numerous missed calls and messages from Wooyoung. Starting from relatively calm last night, his messages become more freaked out as they go on. He began by curiously trying to figure out why Seonghwa wanted your address to questioning why he left their apartment suddenly to freaking out as he put the pieces together when Seonghwa didn’t come home until the early hours of the morning.

    You feel a headache coming on and groan as you rest your head in your hands.

    Stupid Seonghwa.

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  • moonlight-mingi
    21.10.2021 - 14 hours ago

    okay just want to come on here and say that for 1) im so happy that we got wooyoung's aotm at 10m!!! he totally deserves it!! and 2) remember to stream wonderland please!!!! we're at 94m and we need to get it at 100m before their anniversary!!

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  • nct127z
    21.10.2021 - 15 hours ago

                            𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘐 𝘑𝘖𝘕𝘎𝘏𝘖 𝘎𝘐𝘍 𝘐𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘚.

    𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 💌 : a bouquet has been delivered to your doorstep ! {💐} click the source link to receive +𝟸𝟺𝟶 made from scratch gif icons of 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘 from his role in 𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ! jongho is 𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗 and aged 𝟸𝟶 in these gifs, so please cast him accordingly. please like, reblog, or buy me a ☕️ if you’d like to show appreciation ! have a good day ♡

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  • catboyateez
    20.10.2021 - 19 hours ago

    Jongho (gummy bear) has not left my mind

    #he is so cute #he just a little bear #ateez#jongho#choi jongho
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  • femboysupremacist
    20.10.2021 - 21 hours ago

    When I Die Again (Chapter 3 – The King)

    genre: horror, thriller, gore, angst, fluff eventual romance
    tw for this chapter: none
    wc: 1.4k
    an: my asks are open so you can ask me anything. i want to interact with people here more since i've been off tumblr for so long lmao. soo, hmu for literally anything, let's chat ~~

    The guards took off you shackles and chains, and rather than feeling the cold metal on your skin, you now felt rope around your wrists tied tightly around them and two strong arms belonging to each of the guards holding your own, restraining you. You feel petrified, anxious, but at the same time calm and joyful that none of them got hurt. You already survived this long, seeing the king can’t kill you. Right? – Even though none of them are getting punished, you can’t help but feel uneasiness and tremble in guards’ hands. What will happen to me now?

    You glance over your shoulder at your cellmates searching for comfort, words for encouragement. And you get what you’re looking for. Well, kinda.

    “See you later idiot.” – Owl mouths to you. And even though he mocks you, you feel relief. You smile at him and nod. Even though you don’t know them for long time, not even a whole day, you still trust them.

    They don’t seem like they could make that story up, and even if they could, I still want to trust them. There’s just something about them that makes you feel at ease.

    With your eyes fixated on Owl’s, you started following guards out the room, breaking eye contact only when the heavy, iron door closes. Your legs hurt, you could barely walk. You were brought to the dungeon a few days prior, so you were unconscious the whole time, which means you didn’t use your legs for a couple of days. They prickle and ache, but you feel determined to meet the King, the person who hurt those four sweet people locked in a chamber, waiting to get tortured again, so you gather all of your remaining strength and walk proudly through the hallways that, at this moment seem like they never end. You finally reached a staircase that led out of the massive dungeon.

    The moment you enter Dover’s corridors you start squinting. You spent a lot of time in the dark so your eyes sting at the bright light coming through gigantic windows. The hallways are so beautiful – you think to yourself while gazing at the walls. They are covered with portraits of, you assume, previous rulers. In between the two of every portrait on the wall, there’s a red flag with a royal coat of arms. Two bright orange birds that look like peacocks are supporting the golden shield with a white cross on it. On top of the shield there’s a crown, decorated with rubies and blue moonstones.

    Windows are covered with silk curtains that waved in the breeze. The feeling of it on your skin relaxes you, and you no longer feel like you’re potentially going to die in just a few minutes. The wind blows a little harder which allowed you to see stained glass, colorful beams of light coming through them. None of this feels real. The atmosphere around you isn’t a threatening one, moreover, you feel like you’re in a fairytale.

    Glancing around, and admiring beautifully decorated hallways, a portrait of a young man catches your eye. He looks ethereal. You are puzzled at his beauty. You can’t recall a lot of things, but you don’t think you ever met a person that good looking. His eyes are the color of aquamarine, his rose-gold hair complementing his bronzy skintone. He looks like he’s made of porcelain. And then it hits you – What if he’s the King? How can someone so stunning be so evil?

    “When are we going to arrive at the King’s chambers?” – you ask guards, making them laugh, their giggling sending you into confusion.

    “You’re King’s pet, not his toy. You’re going to the playroom.” – the fatter one replies making you even more confused. Toy? Pet? Karna mentioned about them being pets, but what does that really mean? He also mentioned the playroom, but what even is that? I can’t wait to meet the King and hopefully get some of my questions answered.

    As you’re lost in your thoughts a big wooden gate opens before you. The guards guide you in front of the king’s throne and throw you on the ground, making you bow to him. Kneeling in front of the King, you’re afraid to look up. For some reason you don’t want that young man from the portrait to be the King.

    “Look up!” – a raspy voice coming from the throne’s direction demanded. You’re relieved because you’re convinced that the young man is not the King. There’s no way that voice came from him. He would probably sound as he was singing a song every time he spoke. - you think to yourself.

    “Didn’t you hear me?” – the voice spoke again, this time sounding angrier than before, giving you another reason to be afraid to look up. So instead of obeying him you glance around. If you thought the hallways we’re beautiful, well, the playroom is even prettier.

    On the walls, those beautiful flags are fluttering in the wind, two on each side. Between them there are tables, plenty of food on top of them and golden candlesticks standing in the middle. The windows here are also made with stained glass, but these ones are much, much bigger and more captivating to watch.

    Suddenly, you felt a piece of food sliding on your neck. You looked in the direction it came from, and just now realized not only the King and you are in this room. There’s a lot of people in here. And all of them are wearing gowns that look they came straight out of the king’s and queen’s closet. You’re not sure who threw food at you, but it’s obvious all of them enjoy it. Even the King. You can’t understand what’s so amusing about abusing your power and you grit your teeth in anger.

    All of them are wearing masks on their face. Most of men in the room are wearing engraved metal masks that cover about three fourths of their face, while ladies are wearing ones with feather decorations that cover only their eye region. “So brave to throw food at a helpless person, but not brave enough to show your faces”. – You mutter under your breath.

    Their laughing faces, that you can’t even see whole completely anger you to that point that you shout without even realizing what you’re doing.

    “It must be fun for faceless people to see a face. You don’t get to see it that often do you?” – you say, still not looking at the King. Instead you glared at the masked people on your left and right side. This seems to amuse them so they start laughing once again. You’re tied, you can’t do anything. You struggle to set yourself free, but it’s useless.

    “Look at her miserable attempt to free herself. And to even think she’s the one who killed thirty of King’s finest men is just ridiculous.” – a masked woman in a navy blue dress exclaims, just feeding into the laughter.

    If only I could be strong like that again, none of you would be laughing. – Thoughts similar to this one filing your head. You’re trying to find a trigger for receiving that strength again, but you can’t seem to comprehend how you even got it in the first place.

    You’re tormented. You want to spit at them, to tell them to go to hell, but you know that if you make another slip, your head might just slip from your shoulders. Finally, the feeling of fright washes over your body. You want to cry. You want to cry so badly. But if you did it would only amuse them more, and you don’t want to give them that satisfaction.

    You’re stubborn as a mule so you refuse to look at the King, and now even the masked audience. Your head hangs low and you just stare at the red carpet beneath your sore legs. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you can’t even understand what they’re saying, and you can only hear muffled noises, and a few moments later, footsteps.

    “Now, ladies and gentlemen- Should I even address you like that, since you’re not acting neither as ladies, nor gentlemen.” – a calming male voice echoes through the big chamber.

    “I see father, you have a new… you call them pets, if I’m not mistaking.” – The footsteps came closer to you, and there, right in front of you, you see a pair of black shoes decorated with a silver buckle. You’re still looking at the floor so you’re not able to see the person who just shut the mouths of, at least, a hundred people. The owner of expensive-looking shoes crouched, his hand reaching for your chin and lifting it.

    “I’m surprised she’s not your toy considering she looks angelic.”
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  • inadaydream99
    20.10.2021 - 22 hours ago

    Best Friends

    Part One - A Bet Is Made

    Ateez non-idol au, university au, gender of reader not specified but written with female reader in mind

    A/N - This is a rewrite of the first fic I wrote, the original name ‘Just Friends, Or Maybe More?’. I’ve always looked back on it and known I could make it so much better, so as a celebration for hitting 1000 followers I thought I’d finally rewrite it! I hope you enjoy!

    Disclaimer: This is purely fictional and does not in any way represent the members in real life. This fic is a rewrite and so will seem familiar in plot if you have read the original (which will remain linked on my masterlist). I have modified the plot for the purpose of not being identical to the original.

    If you were able to travel back in time and tell yourself about the odd situation you find yourself in right now, your past self would think you’re delusional. But that’s just it, life is crazy when you are friends with eight incredibly handsome, talented and interesting guys.

    You initially became friends with Mingi because you took the same classes in your first year of university. He’d turned up late to the introductory lecture and rushed into the first seat he came across. Which coincidentally happened to be the one beside you. You remember how his hair was all messy and how he clumsily flung his bag down onto the floor. You also remember how he asked if he could share your textbook because he’d forgotten to bring his; which you found strange considering the loud thud his bag made when it fell on the floor. I mean, what was he keeping in there, rocks?

    At the time you didn’t really pay him much attention, assuming that that would most likely be your only interaction with Mingi. But the following week he sat next to you again. Although, thankfully this time he wasn’t late.

    You slowly became closer to Mingi through these classes and eventually began hanging out to work on assignments together, your friendship growing very quickly because you found him so easy to get along with; he’s just a genuine guy, and very funny.

    Naturally, once you’d formed a solid friendship with him, Mingi introduced you to his group of friends. You came to realise that you had classes with Wooyoung and San, despite not having spoken to them before. And then Wooyoung had introduced you to Yeosang, Seonghwa and Jongho at a party a few weeks later. You recognised Hongjoong from your Literature class when you first met while studying with San. And Finally, Yunho, you’d heard a lot about before you met and, despite not taking any of the same classes, you became close to him quickly too.

    One of the first things you observed about your friends was how much they bounced off each other. Never before had you witnessed a group of people with such diverse interests and experiences get along so well. It’s also not unusual to hear them getting themselves into random bets with one another; they’re some of the most competitive people you’ve ever met and while you’d happily have them on your team during a pub quiz, you’d never want to go up against them.

    And while you’re not technically doing that, you do find yourself in the midst of the biggest bet you’ve seen them get into…

    It all started when you’d finally finished the most dreaded shift of yours. Working part time at the student cafe on your university campus seemed simple enough and also a necessary income for you to survive. But, there was nothing that you dreaded more in the world than the final day of classes before a break in the semester. Mostly because classes always end early on the last day and gives students all the more reason to flood the cafe. You see, despite having a week off of classes, assignments are continuous and you’re expected to ‘utilise you’re break to work’ instead of actually taking time to relax.

    Instead of going back to their dorms, however, students seem to flood every possible social space they can. Everywhere you look there’s overtired students with their head stuck in books or glued to their laptops, surviving off of caffeine for as long as their body can handle. Those are the ones that actually do use the break for work. Then there are those who take any chance to escape classes and seize the opportunity to have a good time. And that also starts at the cafe; large groups of friends socialising over coffee in celebration.

    In summary, it’s hectic.

    After your shift had finally come to an end you’d rushed straight over to see your friends, hoping that they would see the stress and exhaustion on your face and invite you in for lots of warm hugs and, most importantly, rest.

    But no. Instead you find yourself in the middle of a heated debate between Wooyoung and Jongho, both of them barking at each other, and in Wooyoung’s case literally barking, all because they can’t stand to lose. Despite loving that they chose to live together because it made it so much easier for you to pay them all a visit. Right now you were wishing you had just gone back to your own dorm instead.

    “Guys!” You finally lose your patience, raising your voice over the arguing to gain their attention. “I’ve got such a headache.” You whimper, your hands massaging your temples as you shut your eyes. It’s almost pathetic how sorry you feel for yourself at this point.

    “Sorry.” They both reluctantly mumble, remaining silent until you open your eyes once again to take in their apologetic frowns.

    “What were you even arguing about anyway?” You question, watching as Jongho shoots an uneasy side glance to Wooyoung signalling for him to speak up.

    “That I’m your favourite.” Wooyoung mumbles. It’s like he knows how ridiculous the argument is before he’s even admitted it out loud.

    “Which isn’t true because I am.” Jongho grumbles, huffing as he crosses his arms over his chest defensively. He’s clearly not ready to give up just yet.

    “Enough.” You scold. “I don’t have a favourite so your argument is pointless.” You bluntly state. Despite your harsh tone, you feel bad for talking to them this way. It’s unlike you, but then again, you’re not feeling your best.

    “Pft. Yeah right.” Your head snaps to find Hongjoong stood beside you the second you hear his scoff. He’s obviously heard enough of your conversation to understand what’s been going on, but you’d been too wrapped up in your own self pity to notice his presence.

    “What’s that supposed to mean?” You tilt your head in question, teeth gritted from the sheer audacity Hongjoong has to question you.

    “I don’t mean it that way.” He holds his hands up in surrender to your glare. “I just think everyone has things they favour for no reason other than they do, and so it’s unlikely that you differ with us.” Hongjoong continues to reason, watching you carefully as you take in his words.

    You understand where he is coming from, but at the end of the day, it’s only his opinion. You really can’t be bothered to continue this conversation for much longer, only wanting to lay down and maybe take a nap.

    “I’m gonna have a rest.” You sigh. “We can talk after.” You add, sending each of them a small smile, hoping they understand that you aren’t trying to be rude.

    The three of them watch wordlessly as you head towards the living room. Maybe you’ll be ready to talk it out a bit later on, but for now, all you want is sleep.


    It’s a few hours later and you wake up to find your headache gone and your head laying on someone’s chest.

    You cast an unsure gaze around the room without moving your head away from your human pillow, disorientated because when you’d initially snuggled up on the sofa you had been alone.

    “Feeling better?” A hushed voice whispers down at you, their hand soothingly running through your hair in comfort.

    Peering up you notice that it’s Yunho you’ve been cuddled into. His soft smile filling you with warmth before you wrap your arms around him properly.

    “I wanted to watch this drama and you looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you.” He informs you, sensing your impending question.

    “Thank you.” You whisper, your voice still a little hoarse from your sleep.

    It’s when you finally pull away from Yunho’s embrace to sit up properly that you are fully able to take in your surroundings.

    The tv is playing the drama quietly, only just loud enough to hear if everything remains silent. Then you notice San perched in the corner adjacent to where you are sat, focused on the book in his hands. Yeosang is to San’s left, scrolling through his phone and occasionally flicking his gaze up to the tv to catch a glimpse of what is going on.

    It’s quiet. Too quite for comfort. And you find yourself waiting, listening out for even a hint of noise coming from one of the other rooms.

    “Where is everyone else?” You turn your attention back to Yunho once again. You watch as he pauses the tv before shifting in his seat to face you properly.

    “I don’t know.” He chuckles. “But it feels weird, right?” Yunho continues and you nod in agreement.

    Your little observation doesn’t last for long however, the rest of the guys piling through the front door and shattering the tranquil atmosphere that had settled within mere seconds.

    “I got waffles!” Wooyoung rushes into the room, holding the waffles in the air like a trophy and successfully gaining everyone’s attention.

    “Oh! Can I have one?” You spring up, sending Wooyoung your biggest smile.

    “Sorry. I don’t share with liars.” He mocks, sticking his tongue out at you playfully. You roll your eyes in response, disappointed but not surprised that he’s still salty about earlier. “Sannie come and get a waffle.” Wooyoung bounces over to San, handing him a waffle almost ceremoniously.

    “Why are you a liar?” Yunho raises a brow, evidently not being aware of your pre nap debate.

    “(Y/N) said she doesn’t have a favourite.” Yunho lets out an overly dramatic gasp upon hearing Wooyoung’s words, his hand covering his chest in shock as he looks at you with wide eyes.

    “But I thought I was your favourite.” You left out a giggle at his feigned offence, cuddling into his side the second Yunho begins to laugh along with you.

    “What? favourite? who?” Seonghwa questions as he enters the room. He’d only heard selected words and uttered those back instantly for more clarification.

    “Are we still seriously going on about this?” You complain, shooting Jongho a displeased pout when he responds “yes” cheekily.

    “Can someone fill us in please?” Yeosang presses, placing his phone down on the table beside him so he can invest his full, undivided attention onto the conversation at hand.

    You become a little self conscious as Hongjoong recaps the earlier debate, all eight of your friends staring at you when a lull in the conversation falls.

    “Come on (Y/N), you’re seriously not going to defend yourself?” Wooyoung pesters, earning a reprimanding smack to his arm from San; waffle stuffed into his mouth rendering him unable to speak.

    “But I really don’t favour any of you. I can prove it.”You complain, your tone remnant of a whiny child.

    “Seems like a challenge to me.” Hongjoong chuckles.

    “Oh really? What are you gonna do, charm me into becoming my favourite?” You snort in amusement, clearly joking. Except no one else finds it funny. Instead they all stare at you in silence, waiting for you to notice that, yes, that is exactly what they are planning to do.


    So the Bet has been set. A battle of favourites is about to be underway. Despite you not being able to technically win this bet, as it’s between the guys, you are the one that will be showered in attention and judging. So you feel like you’ve won before it’s even started.

    The rules are as follows:

    1. You must spend one day with each of the guys equally.

    2. Each one of them gets to choose what you both do on their day and no one is allowed to complain about it.

    3. The winner is decided by you, based on the day and who’s company you enjoy the most. The catch being that you have to choose only one winner.

    It’s a difficult decision, but one that you are willing to take. I mean, it’s literally eight incredibly handsome guys fighting to be your favourite. You’d have to be insane not to want that.

    “So who is going first?” You question, glancing around the room to see if there is any eager participants.

    Ironically, no one volunteers.

    “Maybe we should decide by rock, paper, scissors?” Mingi suggests.

    [Chapter Two coming soon]

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  • atz08
    20.10.2021 - 23 hours ago



    ATEEZ (에이 티즈) ZERO: FEVER Part.3

    Fotos de certificación de verificación de asistencia 💕

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  • dailykoreanpop
    20.10.2021 - 23 hours ago

    [211013] ATEEZ’s Jongho @ MBC Show Champion

    Credit: MBC 에브리원해 | Official Stage | Official MV 

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  • dailykoreanpop
    20.10.2021 - 23 hours ago

    [211013] ATEEZ’s Jongho @ MBC Show Champion

    Credit: MBC 에브리원해 | Official Stage | Official MV 

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  • song-mingi
    20.10.2021 - 23 hours ago

    hmmmm wht 2 gif wht 2 gif

    #i wish smn stages were filmed better BXNNDN #im gonna attempt a jongho set from one #iri.txt
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  • ateezmysterycb
    20.10.2021 - 1 day ago
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  • starlightcherry1024
    20.10.2021 - 1 day ago

    jongho: love is one of the 7 fucking wonders of the world that I'm not curious enough to want to know it

    #incorrect ateez #this is a joke y'all #jongho#ateez
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