TIME OF LOVE (35) Damage Control

TIME OF LOVE — (35) damage control

Telling Daesung you were holding back was one thing but sitting closer to Seonghwa pretending to be a couple was a completely different thing. Luckily for you, Daesung's phone rang and his attention was no longer on the fake couple. Answering his phone, Daesung went straight to the balcony ignoring everyone inside. He didn't even noticed how the front door slammed with a bang as Wooyoung stormed out of the apartment.

"I should go check on Byeol" San said, quickly standing up following his boyfriend. Once he left everyone seemed to be taken back by Wooyoung's sudden reaction, but they quickly got over it and went back to their conversations.

Daesung now seemed to be having the time of his life talking on the phone.

"Maybe you should go check on Byeol too" Seonghwa whispered to you, which made you realize that you're still sitting way to close to the boy "He'll probably need some cuddles or something"

"But daesung–"

"Go. I got your back"

So you did. As silently as possible you walked out of your apartment, up the stairs and straight into Woosan's front door. Three knocks later San is the one opening the door

"Oh hi gorgeous" he opened the door wide open signaling for you to walk in

"Is he mad?" you ask looking around for Wooyoung who was nowhere near

"Not mad... just frustrated" he sighs but he's quick to add "He's in the room if you want to talk to him"

"Right" you slowly walk towards the room, taking as much time as you can so you can think of what you want to tell him while also wondering what his reaction would be. You were about to knock on the door when he talks from inside.

"I know you're out there, come on in"

When you open the door you find him laying in the bed, arms wide open while he stares at the ceiling. You stand awkwardly by the door till he talks again.

"Don't just stand there like a creep" he says without lifting his head from the mattress, tapping it two times with his palm "Come on get in here"

It takes you a second to decide what to do next but you comply his wish and get closer. His eyes still glued to the ceiling "So what's up buttercup?"

"I'm an idiot" you start saying but he's quick to interrupt you

"Well, I'm not about to disagree with you there"

"I know" you add, he sighs but doesn't say anything this time so you continue "I'm dumb, I'm indecisive and I change my mind like twenty times a day... but there's one thing I've been certain for a while, even when I tried to convince myself otherwise" he's just listening, still staring at the ceiling "When I got back to Seoul I didn't expect to fall for someone, let alone two really pretty guys, but I did"

This seems to bring out a reaction out of him as now you can feel his eyes are on the right side of your face "And for so long that terrified me, what if I fuck up another relationship? what if I ruin their already beautiful relationship? So many what ifs you wouldn't believe"

"I can imagine" he says making you giggle and turn your head to look at him, and he's already staring right into your eyes "Seonghwa seemed to enjoy your overthinking"

"I- Oh boy how do I explain this" you try to think of an explanation for your earlier behavior but there's none that won't make you sound like a self-centered jerk "Seonghwa was just going along with what I said, he– he knows I have feelings for you guys, and we– we never–"

"Hey it's alright, he already told us" he says sitting on the bed too, moving closer so your shoulders are touching

"He did? then why–"

"Why did I storm out of your apartment?" he finished your question before you could even ask him "For the drama"

"What?! Wooyoung are you serious?"

"And maybe... partly because I got jealous" he said playing with his hands, avoiding your gaze "just a tiny bit though!"

"Yeah I figured" you both laugh at this, using the distraction Wooyoung throws himself back in the mattress, tugging you down with him by softly pulling your arm. Next thing you know your head is laying on top of his left bicep.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to get here but" you move to turn your whole body to face him, careful not to crush your injured hand "is your offer still available, i mean... do you guys still want to date me?"

"There's nothing we want more princess" he moves the hand that was laying on his stomach to softly caress your face with his fingertips. Your cheeks, your chin, your nose, and then stopping shortly at your lips.

As cheesy as it may sound, laying there with him freezes time, you are just staring at each other eyes and enjoying his soft touches. It doesn't last long because next thing you know he's moving closer, being careful of not hurting your hand, so close you can feel his breathing and you're getting lose on his eyes when he says "You're so pretty"

That was the last push you needed before closing the gap between your faces and connecting your lips on a intense, eager kiss. He starts slowly, but when he feels your hand on his necks he's confident enough to deepen the kiss, rolling on top of you so you're laying beneath him. Never in his wildest dreams he thought he would have you on his bed, driving him crazy with just a kiss.

With him on top you, you have way more access to his body, which he mentally thanks for as he feels you dragging your hand through his back and pulling him even closer to you. His lips are so addicting that breathing becomes a secondary thing to both of you.

Until someone clears his throat.

"You two have been having all the important conversations without me, and now you're making out without even inviting me?! " he crosses his arms in front of his chest "This better not become a recurring thing, otherwise I'll have to split you two up and after how hard it was to get you together it would be a waste"

"Get in here Sannie!" you call him, as Wooyoung moves and makes room for the boy who at the mention of his name runs and throws himself right in between you two, fitting perfectly and making you laugh in the process "I'm sorry, you're right, I promise we won't let you out anymore"

"It's alright, if this is how you're gonna apologize" he smiles and pulls you both closer to him, wrapping himself in a wooyn pile "I can let it go... now don't mind me, please continue with what you were doing"

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into the aurora -- chapter one (ot8)

chapter one: the second to last night

summary: you didn't expect to run into choi san outside of the venue, especially when your phone was dead and you were stranded in a random city. a kind offer for a phone charger turns into so much more, and you end up falling into a relationship with all eight members of ateez.

note: this story is going to be a length multi-chap fic that is ot8 x reader. there will be angst, fluff, smut, and plenty of plot. the story will also lean a little heavily on the san x reader and yunho x reader relationships, but as mentioned will be ot8 at heart and feature all members. it will eventually become an 18+ fic, so minors dni.

warnings: none for this chapter. please let me know if I missed any.

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, eventual smut

word count: 4.8K

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You stand outside the back of the concert venue, your back pressed solidly against the cold cement of the exterior wall. Your phone, sitting on 2%, buzzes in your pocket with a notification from Instagram which is not what you need to see. After losing your best friend in the exiting crowd, you started waiting, and waiting, and milling around, and waiting some more, but you never caught sight of her again. No texts, no calls, no nothing. To be fair, your bars were low, but you would have expected at least something to make it through so you could reconnect and call her, especially since she was your ride home.

You laugh to yourself, exhaling in the cold night air, your breath visible around you as you push your beanie down further over your ears. What was it people on the forums suggested? Bring a battery pack for your phone, extra batteries for your light stick, and organize a meeting place near an exit for if and when you got separated from your group? Of course, you ignored all these tips, and now you’re standing in the cold two hours away from home.

hey – I’m outside the venue and still trying to find you, where did you go???

The text stays suspended, perpetually sending, before finally the little red icon appears to read “Not Delivered”. Tears start to well in your eyes, and you drop your head back against the hard wall. The venue was essentially empty at this point, and without a phone and this far from home in a city you barely knew, you feel well and truly fucked.

Your ears are ringing from the concert, the feeling of the bass still buzzing under your skin, when the sound of an industrial metal door to your right jolts you back to reality. You expect to see a concert venue worker, and potentially an opportunity to charge your phone, but as you spring back from the wall and lock eyes with the man who emerges from the doorway, you couldn’t be more surprised.

Standing at the backside of the venue, on a virtually empty city street is Choi San, his foot jutting out to stop the door from closing all the way and an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Oh,” you manage, “hi,”

One side of his mouth quirks up in a smile, he’s obviously surprised to see you here too. “Hello,”

Even though the idea of meeting San, or any member of Ateez for that matter, is something you’ve always hoped for, in this moment you are just thoroughly embarrassed to be caught in tears by anyone. You sniff and swipe under your eyes to scrub away the tears before looking down at the pavement and kicking off the wall to leave, “Sorry, I didn’t realize you’d be out here, I’ll leave you alone,”

You look up to your left, back towards the cross street where the streetlights are changing, but no cars pass through. Chewing your lip, you try to decide, would left even get you where you need to go? As you start to take a step in that direction, resolved, San’s voice from behind you breaks through, “Wait, you don’t have to leave just because I came out here for a second,”

“Are you sure?” finally you glance up at his face to see that his eyes are incredibly sympathetic, still smudged with glitter and kohl.

“Sure,” he nods, pulling a lighter out of the front pocket of his very tight dark wash jeans, “just don’t tell anyone you saw me smoking.”

“No problem,”

You take your spot on the wall back and sigh. A million thoughts race through your head of things you would or should say to him, especially since you had been to almost every show on this leg of their current tour, but it’s been a bad last hour, and nothing seems to land on your tongue and make it out of your mouth.

“Were you at the show?” he asks, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah,” you look back up at him, and he seems eager for you to say anything else, “I really loved it,”

He nods appreciatively, “good, good,” a beat passes before he says, “so why are you out here crying then?”

Of course he noticed. You hoped your makeup wasn’t running down your cheeks. “I lost my friend coming out of the show and haven’t been able to find her, she’s supposed to be my ride home. I’m not from around here,” you explain.

“Ahh,” he nods, “it’s pretty late?”

“Mm,” you nod, “but I’m sure she’ll call.” You hold up your phone, and in true cosmic comedic timing, the screen powers down, battery dead.

San takes a long drag of his cigarette and hums, “Come on then,” he drops what’s left of the smoke and crushes it under his heel, waving you inside with a gesture.

“Oh, I don’t want to cause any trouble, I’m sure-“

San’s head pops out from behind the door, locking on you standing in the middle of the block, “Are you planning on hitchhiking home?”

“Well…. No,”

“Come on,” His head disappears but the door stays propped open, and when you snap out of it and rush around the corner you see his arm outstretched, fingers splayed against the center of the door holding it open.

“Thank you so much,” you say, jumping over the threshold and immediately relishing in the warmth of the inside.

He starts to move forward down the hallway, checking back over his shoulder for you to make sure that you’re keeping up. As you walk behind him, you notice he’s no longer wearing the last outfit from the show, but instead he’s changed into an oversized gray sweater that hangs off his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Your palms are instantly clammy when you realize that he’s probably taking you back to the green room, and there’s probably more members of the group there.

You swear that on one of the glances back he gives you a sly smile but shaking your head to clear the cobwebs and the couple of beers you had during the show, you know it’s probably just your imagination. As you get closer to the doorway at the end of the long hallway, you can hear laughter, a little shouting, and some soft music with a definite bassline and your stomach clenches.

“I’m sure someone has a charger,” San smiles, opening the door in front of him, and then gesturing for you to step forwards.

You give him a small smile, but your stomach is in knots. As the door opens, all the things your brain whispered to you moments ago that you might see, you do see. Laid out across couches, sitting on tables, and walking around the back of the room, are various members of Ateez. As you take your first step over the threshold, all eyes flick up at you and you catch a few furrowed brows amongst the group. Your mouth is dry. Your palms are sweaty. You are suddenly very aware that you dressed up for this show, wearing a HALA HALA inspired fit of all black with layered chains, a body harness, and combat boots. Two hours ago you thought you looked cool, but standing here in front of everyone you feel small.

“Ah…. Sannie,” Wooyoung is the first to speak, pushing himself up from a deep lounge in the couch corner to sitting up, elbows on his knees, “Who’s this?”

A warm hand finds the small of your back then, and your breath catches. San steps into the room to your side, his hand never leaving the spot on your back as he announces to the room, “This little lost Atiny needs a phone charger, does anyone have one?”

You give a little wave, your dead phone in hand, “Hi everyone,” you smile warmly, glancing up to San for some amount of strength or reassurance since he’s the only one you’ve had even a partial conversation with up to this point. As you look up at him, and he looks down and returns your smile, and you hear Seonghwa’s voice from a few feet away say, “I’ve got one.”

Your eye contact with San breaks, and you look in Seonghwa’s direction. Feeling slightly emboldened, you take a few steps forward, noting the lack of warmth as San’s hand leaves you, “Thank you so much,”

“Sure,” he smiles, “here,” he reaches out and plucks the phone from your fingers and plugs it right in to the wall charger. Making sure that the screen registers charging, he nods and leaves your phone on the edge of the windowsill above the charger.

“So,” Seonghwa smiles, “you were at the show?”

“I was! You were all so amazing,”

Everyone nods or murmurs their thanks, and you shuffle back, foot to foot as you try to figure out what you might be able to say next. Thankfully someone behind you breaks the silence.

Hongjoong enters the room from a side door, five or six water bottles tucked in his arm. He sees you and his face lights up with recognition, “Oh! I recognize you; you’ve been to all the shows recently. Right up in the front row, or close,”

You can’t help but smile, spinning to look at Hongjoong, “Yes, I can’t believe you remembered me!”

Hongjoong nods, “you have a pretty face,”

A chorus of agreement and ‘oohs’ of realization come from the rest of the boys. San notes, “I thought I recognized your face, you were wearing that purple sweater last show, weren’t you?”

It’s startling to you that he would remember, but he’s right. Last show you had worn a little white leather mini skirt and cropped fuzzy light purple sweater, with daisy details and a pearl studded neckline. You nod enthusiastically, “Yes, I can’t believe you remember that? You have so many fans at every show!”

San shrugs, “I remember your face, you’ve been to a lot of the shows recently,”

You nod, and from your side, a new voice pipes up. “What’s your name?” Jongho asks from his spot sitting on a cafeteria style table.

“Oh, it’s y/n.” You smile.

He nods, “Pretty,”

You can feel yourself blush.

Hongjoong finishes handing out the water bottles in his arms to the boys before jogging back to the cooler in the corner and fishing out another one. He walks back up to you, hand outstretched with a bottle. You nod in thanks, and he smiles at you, “So San found you? Your phone died?”

“Ah,” you nod, “Yes, I got separated from my friend as we were trying to leave the show and couldn’t find her. I was outside looking when my phone died, and then San appeared out of nowhere,”

Hongjoong hums, “Mm, well we’re happy to help, our bus didn’t start up right away, so we’re stuck here for a bit while they figure it out.”

“Lucky for me then,” you say.

There’s an odd tension in the room you can’t place your finger on, but something about seven pairs of eyes studying you begins to make you a little nervous and self-conscious. Before your mind can get away from you, Mingi hops off the couch from the back and steps up, “I love these,” he gestures to your pants which are classic high waisted style tech pants with chain adornments and a harness detail around one thigh.

“Thanks,” you grin, “I made them, or I guess made the alterations,” you lift some of the chains, “added the chains and the extra details.”

“Cool!” Mingi nods appreciatively, patting you on the shoulder with a light squeeze before stepping past you to grab some snacks off the green room table.

“Would you like to sit down while you wait?” Yeosang finally speaks, and he shifts over on the couch to make some ample room for you to sit down comfortably.

“Ah yes thank you,” you shrug off your jacket and bag and leave them near the foot of the couch, sitting down next to Yeosang, plenty of space though on either side of you.

As you sit down, you look back up at the rest of the boys, sitting or standing in various spots around the room. San and Seonghwa are standing somewhat close together now, both still looking you over with a glint of something in their eyes. Jongho hopped up a few minutes ago to join Mingi at the snacks table, and they are now engrossed in their own conversation, tossing celery sticks and baby carrots at one another laughing. Yeosang is to your side, his eyes softly studying you, and Wooyoung to his left, playing on his phone but continuously glancing up at you, San, and Hongjoong. Hongjoong had since found a spot lounging on the coffee table in front of you, eyes on you.

“So, y/n, do you live close by?” he asked.

“No actually,” you shake your head, “I’m from about two hours away. I’m hoping my friend hasn’t left yet so I can get a ride back with her,”

Hongjoong nods, “Thank you for coming such a long way to support us!”

You smile, “I love your music so much, and all of you are so talented, this was actually the closest show to my hometown, and I’m so glad I was able to come to this one and to the others this tour!”

“We didn’t see you on VIP though,” Wooyoung notes, “but I remember you too,”

“Ah yeah,” you nod, “I really couldn’t afford to do VIP on top of seeing so many shows, but I guess in a weird way it’s working out,” you laugh, and the boys are all smiles.

“Your phone,” Seonghwa notes, his eyes glance down to your phone on the windowsill by his side, “looks like you have a bit of charge if you want to give your friend a call,”

“Oh perfect,” you move to stand, but Seonghwa waves you off, quickly unclipping your phone from the charger and reaching out to hand it to you.

As you open your phone you see a slew of unanswered texts from your best friend. “I’m just going to give her a call,” you stand and move towards the door, San pulling it open for you as he is the closest.

In the hall you listen as the phone rings a few times before connecting.

“y/n where are you??” Your friend shrieks.

“I’m sorry – I couldn’t find you after the show, and then my phone died, and then it took me a while to get a charger and to get service. Where are you?”

“I’m driving,” she says, “I’m already almost back,”

“What??” You can hardly believe it and as you glance to your left through the open door you can see San and Hongjoong’s eyes trained on you, listening intently.

“Well, I couldn’t find you and I waited, I swear I did!” your friend says, “but after a while I figured you must have seen someone you knew or gotten home another way,”

“Are you kidding?” you say, deadpan, “I would never have left you alone, we don’t even know this city!”

“I’m sorry! Seriously! I thought when you didn’t respond you just figured it out or your phone died,”

“Got it,” your teeth clench, “OK well, get home safe.”

“Wait- how are you getting home?” your friend says, and you can clearly hear the highway in the background.

“Like you said, I’ll just figure it out.” With a huff you drop the phone, slamming the lock and ending the call. Perfect. Now this night just became much more difficult.

Chewing the inside of your lip you think for a minute, but figure if you can just get your phone enough charge you can uber to somewhere where public transit will open back up in a few hours, and maybe it will be safe enough, and maybe you’ll have enough money for train fare back home. You don’t want to look up, you can feel their eyes on you and in this moment all you can feel is embarrassed.

“y/n,” San’s voice is closer to you than you expected, and your eyes snap up. He’s in the hall with you, “come back inside,”

“I-“

“We heard,” he smiles, his hand finding your back again and ushering you inside, “we’re stuck here for a while too with the bus. Why don’t you hang out with us for a while?”

“I really don’t want to bother you all,” you shake your head, “I know you just did a long show and met with a ton of the VIP fans, you must be exhausted,”

“Mm,” San shakes his head, “it’s OK, just come relax and let your phone charge. Have some snacks, we have too many anyways,”

You smile before plugging your phone back on the charger and meeting eyes with Yeosang who gestures for you to come sit back down in the seat you occupied before. Since stepping out and back into the room Wooyoung has fired up the TV and started playing Nintendo with Mingi and Jongho. You’re grateful for a little less direct attention as you settle down onto the couch and smooth your hands over the knees of your pants.

Yeosang turns to you, angling towards you with his arm thrown over the back of the couch, “I’m sorry your friend didn’t wait for you,”

You sigh, “me too, but honestly, if she had I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet you all, and I’m very grateful for that.”

Yeosang smiles, his intense cat-like eyes even more stunning up close, “We are too,”

You hear a hum of agreement from behind you, from who you can only assume is San or Seonghwa, but you can’t break eye contact with Yeosang’s intense stare.

“So how old are you y/n?”

“Ah, I’m 21.”

Seonghwa crosses in front of you, “Would you like a drink then? Beer maybe or soju?”

“Oh no, I really shouldn’t,” you shake your head, “I had a few drinks at the show, and I shouldn’t overdo it.”

He nods and lets it drop which you appreciate. Before you can open your mouth to say anything else, San drops onto the couch on your other side, his leg tightly pressed against yours since he is fitting himself into a much smaller space than normal. His head swivels towards you, eyes catching yours, and reaches out with his hand, smoothing it down your thigh. “Since we have some time, you should tell us about yourself,”

The intensity of his eyes has you speechless, and you swallow firmly trying to remember anything about yourself to share.

“San,” Hongjoong’s voice cuts through, stern now, “you’re making her uncomfortable. Stop.”

Your eyes break away from San and snap to Hongjoong, “Oh no – no I’m fine, I just…. To be honest tonight has been a lot, I expected I would be home by now, not here with all of you.”

Hongjoong relaxes at that, but you notice the way he was tense and stern a moment before, ready to tell San off for crowding you. It is an interesting dynamic, but you supposed it makes sense with him as the captain of the group.

San scoots away slightly, giving you some space and swings his arm across the back of the couch instead of touching you directly. You can still feel his heat though, radiating from his adjacent thigh, and the crook of his arm. It’s dizzying, but you focus on thinking of something interesting about yourself.

“So, you’re 21, you’re from the area, are you still in school?” Hongjoong asks, taking some of the pressure off.

“Oh no, I finished school a little early last year, I was in school for music production and sound engineering.”

Hongjoong’s eyes light up, “Oh producing!”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I would love to get into the industry, but it’s competitive, which you obviously know.”

He agrees, and you catch both Yeosang and San nodding along to your words out of your peripheral vision. Hongjoong shifts forwards on the coffee table, “so do you play music?”

You can feel yourself lighting up, nodding enthusiastically, this is your passion, and you rarely get to talk about it let alone gush about it to your idols. “Yes, I sing, I play piano, and just generally enjoy mixing. I’ve been getting into performance too, I’ve been really inspired by how tight your dancing is,”

San hums in interest, “You know some good routines?”

“Ah, not as much, but I’m learning. I’m mostly focused on the music production side, and I’ve been experimenting with some sound mixing.” This is the first time all night you felt like yourself, opening and talking about something like this, something that you knew they would understand.

“Do you have any of your work?” Hongjoong asks, intensely curious.

“Oh,” You falter for a moment, you didn’t expect this.

“I work on all of our music with Eden and the other producers,” Hongjoong grins, “I love it and I always like to hear what other people are doing or trying out,”

“Um,” you pause, trying to decide if you want to be courageous. At this point? Fuck it. “I might have some samples on my phone, let me see,”

You reach across San slightly and grab the phone sitting on the ledge. When you lean over, you feel your leg press tightly against his, and feel his hand gently ease against your upper back in an oddly supportive gesture for such a small moment. You swallow hard, glancing up and smiling at him while you flick open your phone and sift through some of the video and audio content.

“Oh, here’s something!” You focus in on something recent that you were planning on uploading online anyways, “it’s…. it’s very rough, and it’s not- I know it’s not great, but I’m still working through some-“

Yeosang’s fingers touch your knee gently, “It’s OK, we’re just interested – we don’t usually get to meet with a fan this long and it’s not often they work in the industry.”

Work in the industry feels like a generous phrase, but you smile anyways and queue up the track, passing the phone to Hongjoong, gesturing for him to press play when he’s ready. Your most recent project starts to play through the speakers. Suddenly you can’t stop fixating on all the things you think are wrong with it, timing that feels suddenly off now even when a week ago you finished it up and felt proud. You clasp your hands together, fingers tight and eyes downcast as the music plays.

“Ah wow!” Seonghwa calls from behind you all, perched on the arm of the couch. “I love the sound,”

Hongjoong nods enthusiastically, “Good beat,”

San’s hand, still resting between your shoulder blades, moves slightly, his thumb smoothing back and forth in a comforting pattern. It stills you, and you gently shift as you look up, letting your leg fall an inch or two further to the side against his.

As you look up you can see Mingi’s head bopping to the beat, despite his eyes still fixed on the game at hand, and San rolls his head in time with the music next to you, his hand on you never stilling.

“This is good,” Hongjoong says appreciatively, “You should definitely work in the industry.”

Your smile breaks wide, “Really?”

“Absolutely,”

You open your mouth to say something more, but the sound of a door in the back corner of the room popping open breaks everyone’s concentration on your music. Everyone looks back, you included, to see Yunho hurrying back in from what clearly feels like the outside judging by the blast of cool air that fills the room.

“We’re back up!” he announces, leaning over one of the tables, both palms flat and his eyes bright.

“Nice!” Wooyoung jumps up, game discarded and a few more members stand with them.

You’re frozen, suddenly it’s over, but the problem of needing to get home is still there and you still don’t have a clean solution. As you are lost in your own thoughts, you can hear Yunho giving some announcements, Hongjoong responding, San’s hand stills, San’s hand disappears as he rises to turn and talk to his friend.

Suddenly a question not directed at you, but about you, cuts through the fog – “Her friend just left her here?” You look back to see Yunho’s brows knit together. As he stands to his full height, you swallow, surprised by how tall and broad he is in person, despite having one of the softer and more kind faces of the group.

You shake your head and ask, “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

Yunho’s expression softens as his eyes meet yours, “You don’t have a way home, right?”

“Ah, not…. at the moment, but I just need to figure it out,” It feels like the right time, so you stand, gathering your items and shrugging your jacket back on. “Thank you so much for letting me charge my phone a bit,” you direct to Seonghwa, “and thank you all for being so kind,” you say to the group, your eyes lingering on San for a moment. “It sounds like your bus is back up and running, so I’ll just get out of your way. I appreciate everything though, and it was so wonderful meeting you,”

Hongjoong shakes his head, “Wait,”

You shake your head, slipping your phone in your pocket, “I’ll just grab an uber, or a train or something.” The eyes are on you, and the heat is back in your cheeks. You reach for the door, fully intending on heading out, saying another thank you to everyone, and slipping away into the night, before a warm hand lands on the back of your neck, resting just at the base between your shoulders.

The hand is broader, warmer, and rougher than San’s. You look back and Yunho is leaning over you, his warm hand on you, “Ah no, no, you misunderstand,” he turns you around gently with the push of his palm against your back, “you don’t have a good way home and the trains aren’t running at this hour. Seonghwa looked it up,”

“Oh,”

“We aren’t just going to leave you here,” Yunho murmurs, “that wouldn’t be right, or safe for you,”

“I don’t want to-“

“Be a bother,” San finishes for you, coming to occupy the side of you that Yunho isn’t on. “Stop worrying, we’ll help,”

You smile up at him, feeling small but warm between the two of them. “Okay,”

Hongjoong hops up, dusting his hands off on his jeans, “y/n, don’t you have tickets to the next show? It’s the last on the tour.”

“Oh,” you laugh, “yes, I do.”

“How were you going to get there?” he asks.

“I have a flight scheduled tomorrow morning, and then a flight home the morning after the concert,”

“Then it’s settled,” Hongjoong says, “If you feel comfortable travelling with us, then you can come with us to the next show and then you can get home as planned. Would you feel safe travelling with us?”

You can’t help but laugh, “Safe? Of course,”

“OK,” You watched grins grow across their faces, and something unspoken pass between them. They were so close they had their own little ways of communicating, and you smile in response.

Yunho smooths his hand down a bit, and places a quick, chaste kiss on top of your head, “All right, let’s get going then! Figure out who’s bunk she’s taking and who has to double up!”

Before you can process, he’s out the back door, and the rest of the crew are packing, throwing their things in bags, and cleaning up half drunk beverages. You already have your bag and your jacket, but you watch and look for where you might be able to help without getting in the way.

San, still at your side, leans in and places one of his hands against your wrist, “You can take my bunk, and I promise we’ll be perfect gentlemen,”

Heat spreads in your stomach but you nod and smile, “I trust you,”

“All right then Atiny,” he throws an arm around your shoulders, “let’s get going.” Louder over his shoulder he shouts, “Last day of tour!!”

A few hoots spark up behind you, but San is smiling and pulling you along, out the back door and into the cold night air towards the tour bus. “Good thing I came out for that smoke,” he jokes, bumping you with his hip.

“Good thing I don’t have very reliable friends,” you bump him back.

The night air is cold, but with his arm around you, and the feeling of the group surrounding you both, the excitement and possibility of the next 24 hours has you on a high. You just hope you can keep it together.

a/n: i have a few more chapters written, so expect more soon!

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sugardaddy!seonghwa

when your scholarship falls through during the last semester of your college career, you were, admittedly, on edge. 

overwhelmed by the prospect of delaying your graduation to save up thousands of dollars or work a second job or, per the suggestion of your roommate, sell pictures of your feet. 

you first met park eunbi during your first year of college, when she walked through your dorm room with a smile on her face and her parents by her side - or, more notably to you, her incredibly handsome father. 

that’s all he ever was to you though - your friend’s hot dad who you only ever saw a few times a year. 

but when you find yourself around him more and more often, your attraction growing and his eyes lingering, you suddenly find yourself in a situation you know is wrong but can’t seem to pull yourself out of. 

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‧✧̣̇‧ Marry me.

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: Fluff, established relationship, pro gamer!jk, cry baby!reader, non-idol au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summery: You overhear Jungkook talking to his gaming buddies about you.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 700ish

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It was 3 am when you felt your bladder wake you up from your cozy slumber. You groaned, turning around to snuggle into your boyfriend's back for a bit but he was gone from his usual spot in your bed. You shrugged thinking he just went to play his game for a while like he does when he can’t sleep.

After your little trip to the bathroom you decided to sneak into the kitchen to get a snack and cuddle with Jungkook but before you could go attach yourself to him, you heard him speak barely above a whisper in his headset. He was waiting for his game to load and you admit curiosity got the best of you since he’s usually really loud.

So you stayed in the kitchen hoping to catch him whispering about how amazing of a girlfriend you were and how much he loved you.

“I’ll show it to you tomorrow, it’s gorgeous,” Jungkook said,” I hope she likes it.” He grunts when his character gets in a tough spot.

You stayed still thinking it would let you hear him better.

”It’s custom so yes it cost a lot, fuck cover me.”

You smiled knowing he was most likely talking about a gift he got you.

One of Jungkooks many love languages was gift giving so you weren’t surprised when he would randomly give you gifts.

What did surprise you though, was what he said next.

“Of course I’m happy, I’m gonna marry the love of my life.”

You felt your skin prickle with shock, your heart beat faster than it’s ever beaten before.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

His words rang through your head like a poem, reciting each word with more love than the one before.

Jungkook yawned before continuing.

“I just hope I can keep it a secret until her parents' anniversary,” He chuckled,” They gave me permission to do it then, they said it would be the greatest gift they could ever receive. Besides a grandchild I guess.”

Jungkook asked for your parents permission already? He must have asked them over the phone because the last time you saw them was last year.

Unless he’s been planning this for longer.

“Fuck you guys,” Jungkooks gruffy voice broke you out of your trance,” you’re just jealous that I’m going to have a beautiful wife while you bitches are stuck jerking off to your D.VA body pillows.”

Beautiful wife.

Before you knew it your body moved on its own, eyes were filled with tears as you barged into the living room where Jungkook sat.

He jumped up, startled from your stumbling.

“Kookie.” You cried.

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stuttered, removing his headset,” d-did you just wake up?” His eyes were wide with fear that you overheard him.

He prayed you didn’t hear him.

You tried to speak but you kept gasping, trying to catch your breath, you were so emotional, so shocked, so happy.

“I- I- Are- Are you-“ You took another deep breath,”kookie ..”

Jungkook jumped from his seat to go comfort you. He wrapped his arms around you and you bawled in his chest, leaving his chest glossy with your tears. “I'm guessing you heard me?” Jungkook rested his chin on the top of your head. He rubbed your back, very embarrassed about spilling the beans on the plan he’s been working on for nearly a year.

“Y-Yes,” you pulled back to look at him and Jungkook stifled a giggle at your glossy eyes and runny nose,” you really wanna marry me?”

“Yes.” More tears spilled.

“Really?”

“Yes.” He cooed while giving your cheeks lovely kisses.

Which made you cry more.

“Fuck. I had this whole plan,” Jungkook sighed,” I wanted it to be more special…than this.”

“Kookie no matter how you ask me to marry you it’ll be special. Any moment with you is special.” You kissed his brow that was furrowed with guilt,” besides it’ll be fun to tell to our kids~”

Jungkook chuckled as his cheeks bloomed red with love.

He stayed silent, reassured that you would still marry him.

“Can you pay for my nails so I can show my ring off?” You broke the silence.

“Can I still propose to you like I planned?”

“Of course~” You cooed, snuggling your nose with his.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Kookie~”

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A/n: my first koo drabble !! Thank you to @justanotherstarlightmonger for proof reading (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

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sex ed [part 1]

words: 9.2k

pairing: san x virgin!reader

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, college au

warnings: hand job, masturbation, slight corruption kink, praise, cuss words, criticisms of religion, takes place during the pandemic (if you see any other warnings lmk)

summary: as a virgin, you’re relived to finally be in a relationship where you’re not pressured to have sex. however, when you and your boyfriend  san move in together during quarantine, the temptation is a lot harder to resist.

The first boyfriend you ever had was named Hongjoong.

Hongjoong was the artsy, mysterious type, the type of guy who sat in the back of class and spoke in a low voice. At the same time, once you talked to him, you realized he was a chronic oversharer, the type of guy to randomly belt out a weird and irrelevant story from elementary school in a random conversation. Being homeschooled all your life, you had always longed to meet a guy like Hongjoong, a guy who felt like he was ripped straight from an indie art film. When you were paired together for your freshman English 1101 project, the two of you clicked almost immediately.

The first few months of your love were perfect. You liked him because he was intriguing and everyday you peeled back a new layer of his personality like an onion. He liked you because you would laugh at all his jokes, and every time he’d tell you a story you’d give him your full attention, looking at him with those innocent, wide eyes. Hongjoong thought he knew everything about you, and he mostly did, except for one thing.

You were a virgin.

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dance for you (yunho x reader) | preview

genre: yunho x fem reader, dancer!au, rivals to lovers, smut, angst

summary: All your life, dancing has been everything you’ve known. Dancing is your life, your purpose, your everything. So when the most esteemed and decorated dance troupe in America announces that they’re accepting auditions for the first time in years, you jump at the opportunity--even if it means uprooting your former life, leaving behind your family and long term boyfriend. Everything goes well at first, but soon you experience betrayal from those you thought were closest to you, leaving you feeling more alone than ever. That’s where Jeong Yunho comes in: the charismatic but troubled dancer whose competitive edge positions him as your rival in the dance company. You and Yunho begin an intense relationship that leaves you both questioning what’s more important: your career, or love? How far are you both willing to go to secure your spot, even if it means breaking the other’s heart?

word count: 50k+ but will be split into parts

estimated release date: TBA

preview below the cut

“Welp. Looks like we’re gonna get placed in the back since you refuse to remember the choreography!” barked Yunho in frustration.

You raise your arms in defeat. “Here we go again! Another instance of the amazing Jeong Yunho refusing to take accountability for his own mistakes!”

“Oh, so now it’s MY fault that you can’t keep up with a simple choreo? Maybe if you weren’t always locking yourself into a practice room by yourself we would’ve made some progress by now!”

You raise an accusatory finger in his direction. “Need I remind you that it's YOU who drew this line in the sand, not me!”

Yunho paced back and forth across the room. “Fuck, it’s hot in here.” he mutters to himself. He pulls his baggy t-shirt off his head leaving him with nothing to cover his upper body.

You roll your eyes. “Really Yunho? Now you’re gonna strip while I’m in the room? Is that supposed to make me dance better?”

He throws his sweaty shirt somewhere in the corner. “Aren’t you the same girl who walks around in a little bra all the time? Grow up.”

“You know what? Take me home. I’ve had enough of your bullshit for the night.”

Yunho chuckles. “We’ve literally only been here for an hour! Stop being so sensitive and come dance!”

Fired up by Yunho’s comments, you walk closer to him until you’re right up in his face. “You know, I don’t quite get you, Yunho. For someone who claims to hate me, you’re constantly trying to keep me around like a little bitch.”

He laughs and moves even closer to you with a sinister smile. “Oh really, is that the case? Did you forget that not so long ago I had you begging for me to stay so I could fuck you?”

Your eyes widen in surprise at the vulgarity of his words. You don’t even know what to say back to that, because after all, he’s right. Making out with Yunho feels like such a far away timeline compared to your relationship today, but now, as he stands here shirtless and covered in sweat, you’re reminded of what drew you to him in the first place.

You’re so taken aback by his words that you don’t notice that he’s moving closer to you until your back hits the wall. “In fact,” he says, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “I think we were in this exact room.”

When you feel the cold wall against your back, you realize there’s nowhere for you to run. He’s got you pressed up against him, so close that the tip of his nose hovers just barely above yours. Your heart beats in your chest faster than you’d like to admit, but you’re determined not to show it, keeping eye contact as he stares at you menacingly.

“Look at you” he whispers, his voice dropping an octave. “You put on a big show, but really, deep down, you still want me, don’t you?”

“You know what?” you make sure you look him right in the eyes. “Fuck you, Yunho.”

He smiles. “Fuck you, too.”

Both of you stare at each other, red hot with anger, eyes full of hatred...yet all you can think about right now is how good Yunho looks, how much you want to feel his lips on yours again.

And luckily you don’t have to think too hard because, just as you lean in, he crashes his lips against yours at the exact same time.

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