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it’s always summer v winter bitches fighting for their life, where are the spring/autumn girlies, the moderate temperatures crowd, the transition period aficionados, the ‘sun is shining but the wind’s cold’ connoisseurs, the ‘decay and rebirth of nature’ devotees

you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.

It's utterly magnetic when a character's rage is quiet and precise. When they don't scream and throw things but they just b r e a t h e and very very calmly aim their fury like an arrow shooting inexorably towards the target of their wrath. It captures my attention, I lean in close, I wait for the hit. It never disappoints.

okay so my blog was not for this, but i HAD to write this down so i can get it out my mind.

imagine waking up in your shared bedroom with minho. maybe you have light baby yellow curtains flowing around from the breeze in the morning. you have a well rested mind, and you can feel the sleep in your boyfriend's warm neck. minho taking care of you with such love.

your back on the mattress while his whole body is covering you. you feel his fingertips in your hair. massaging your scalp, writing life time promisses over his lover's body. he's thrusting into you so slowly and gently as he only does in the mornings. you feel his nose travelling around your face, and his lips like butterfly wings, as soft as if it almost wasn't there. his whimpers, small and high pitched, landing like secrets in your ears. he wouldn't bring them out later, and you would keep such gift locked in your heart.

but right now, he hears how he sounds. little, too little. like a baby sleeping in their mother's arms. like his love woudn't ever fit in his limited human body. you feel his hair tickling you. his legs wrapped around you. his arms over yours. but nothing, will ever be compared to his soft as clouds moans. moans that are meant for you, and you only. minho, on the other hand, hears your prayers that sound like his name. feels you warm, and so, so wet.

minho gets you presents. gets pretty watches wrapped around in a lovely ribbon. he gets you flowers, every thursday when you're home early cooking dinner and the flower shop near his company gets fresh tulips. too expensive necklaces and handmade cups. but this moment, right here, is when minho feels that you can finally understand his love.

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MASTERLIST + BLOG TAGS + TAGLIST + RULES UNDER THE CUT

MASTERLIST [4 works]

LIME SORBET — reader finally comes back to s. korea as she finished her training in los angeles, ready to debut as a solo artist under kq ent! exciting right? well her sunbaes seem to like that idea too. [alpha!ateez x omega!idol!reader]

BENEATH THE SURFACE — mermaid!reader literally gets robbed by ateez and then falls in love w them after like they didn't just steal from her?? [pirate!ateez x mermaid!reader]

APOCALYPTIC AMOUR — a tight-knit friend group's carefree days turn into a fight for survival as they navigate a zombie apocalypse [ot8!ateez x fem!reader]

COMMON MASTERLIST — all of my ateez scenarios

BLOG TAGS [15 tags]

#lime sorbet : only and all the chapters of the lime sorbet fic

#beneath the surface : only and all the chapters of the beneath the surface fic

#apocalyptic amour : only and all the chapters of the apocalyptic amour fic

#limesorbet.asks : any inquiries or questions related to the aforementioned fic

#beneaththesurface.asks : any inquiries or questions related to the aforementioned fic

#apocalypticamour.asks : any inquiries or questions related to the aforementioned fic

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#sade.requests : requested prompts

#masterlist : all my masterlists will be present under this tag.

TAGLIST HERE RULES HERE (please read my rules before requesting!)

as you sat at your desk, bathed in a gentle glow of light, engrossed in your math notebook, a faint knock graced your window. ordinarily, such a sound at 3am on the 9th floor of your apartment would have sent shivers down your spine, but you knew better.

with a gentle stretch, you rose from your seat, approached the window, and unlocked it, allowing it to open just a crack before returning to your spot. In a swift and silent manner, spiderman!yunho entered, his presence acknowledged by a hum from you, careful not to disturb your sleeping parents. cold hands found their place on the nape of your neck, large fingers effortlessly caressing the area.

"you used the wrong formula for c," he whispered.

tilting your head back, you met his gaze, witnessing the soft crinkle in his eyes as you pouted.

"math sucks," you complained.

he responded with a soft coo, leaning down to plant a tender kiss upon your lips, murmuring promises of future tutoring sessions.

masterlist

what are you watching?" you hear someone asking as you feel a hand sneak around your waist, and the bed dips under wooyoung's weight as he joins you under the covers.

"just some asmr," you answer simply, trying your best to fall asleep. wooyoung hums in response and tries to catch a glimpse of the screen of your phone, which you hold between your hands. his brows furrow when he realizes which video you're watching.

"is that seonghwa hyung?" he asks, horrified. you nod softly against him, your hair covering most of your face. you were already half asleep when he entered the room. he snatches the phone from your hand, causing you to jolt at the sudden movement. you turn to him, whining and attempting to grab your phone back.

you pout and reach out for your phone, pleading with wooyoung to give it back. "woo, please, i was watching that. just give it back to me," you whine, trying to sound as pitiful as possible. however, wooyoung holds the phone out of your reach, wearing an appalled expression.

"no way," he retorts, his voice rising in pitch. "i can't believe you're using another man to help you fall asleep when i'm right next to you. that's basically cheating!" wooyoung leans back, propping himself up on the pillows, and swipes off the app. his eyebrows raise as he turns to you. "you love him more than me!"

you sigh in defeat, realizing that there's no point in arguing when he gets dramatic like that. he's in need of affection. "wooyoung, shut up," you roll your eyes, your hands going up to your hair, trying to push it away from your face.

his own hand beats you to it, and he takes responsibility for making you look presentable. with soft movements, he pushes the hair back from your forehead, his big hand framing your face in contrast to his high-pitched screams. "you love him more than me!" his fingers feel warm against your cheeks as he squeezes them.

"no, mmph—he jusht doesn't shcream like you," you try to speak, but your mouth struggles to open.

he gasps dramatically and throws your phone to the end of the bed before pushing you onto the mattress, pinning you down. his left hand remains on your cheeks. "take that back!"

"you're literally screaming in my face right now," you deadpan, your expression unyielding. you try to move your face away from his hold, but he's stronger. annoyed, you let out a scream, while he grins mischievously.

"say you love me, and i'll let you go," he smirks, bringing his face closer to yours. his pretty brown eyes hold so much affection for you. in response, you turn your head sideways, expressing a clear "no," wanting to piss him off as much as he's annoying you right now.

"say ittttt."

"love you."

"good girl," he leans down to peck your pursed lips and finally releases you.

masterlist

"stay still," you instruct, bringing the tweezers closer to san's eyebrows. as you lean forward, your glasses slip down your nose, allowing you to get a better view of his face.

the poor boy lies on your couch with his head resting on your lap. his forehead is already turning red from your careful attentions. he's making an effort to remain still, but his body flinches at the sight of the metallic tool approaching his face.

"i'm trying," he whines softly, his voice barely audible. you pause, looking down into his eyes. he gazes back at you with pleading, puppy-like eyes, and you can't help but be moved. his droopy eyelids and downcast gaze tug at your heartstrings. with a sigh, you lean in further and plant a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"you're doing great, baby. i'll make you look pretty," you whisper, wiping his eyebrows and removing any stray hairs that remain.

"but i thought i was already pretty," he grumbles, pouting and looking away. you can't help but laugh at his expression, replying, "oh, you're definitely my pretty boy," before swiftly plucking another hair from his eyelid. in response, he lets out a scream and instinctively brings his hands up to his face, applying pressure to the sensitive area.

you croon softly, reaching for your pepsi cup that rested on the glass table in front of you. placing it on san's right eyebrow, you let the coldness soothe him. "did that hurt, baby?"

san enjoyed being pampered, so you indulged him, wanting to distract him so he could let you finish his eyebrows. you return the cup to its original spot, just after taking a sip, and then use your fingers to gently wipe away the remaining droplets of cold water from his face, your thumb caressing him tenderly. he nods softly in response, his blush evident. he's clearly relishing the attention, and you know it. with a knowing smile, you tilt your head to the side.

"do you want me to kiss the pain away?" once again, he nods, his expression lost in admiration. bringing your lips to his eyelid, you feel the coldness against your mouth as you plants a soft smooch.

"no, i don't want it there," he frowns adorably, making it difficult for you to contain the squeal that wants to escape. you ask him where he wanted the kiss, maintaining eye contact, and he points to his lips. your smile widens, and you lean in to give him a gentle kiss on his lips.

"okay now stop moving for real"

masterlist

[warning: suggestive]

you turn to vampire!yeosang as he enters your shared room after an intense workout session, silently making his way to the walk-in closet. swiftly removing his shorts, he tears off his black tank top, leaving him in just his boxers.

curiously, you inquire, "i don't understand why you change your clothes, you don't even sweat," you shamelessly observe him while lying in bed, a rainbow candy in your mouth.

"don't eat in bed. there'll be sugar everywhere," yeosang dismisses your question, sensing your intense gaze upon his back.

"but you eat in bed," you pout. he raises an eyebrow, perplexed because he doesn't eat food at all, actually. you grin as your eyes meet his in the mirror in front of him, pointing to the two holes on your neck. he rolls his eyes and reaches for a pair of gray tech fleece, putting the pants on.

"don't ignore me," you insist.

he continues to ignore you, changing in front of your eyes. the sight of his pale back captures your attention. you stand up and approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling the coldness of his skin beneath your fingertips. you bring your mouth to his neck and softly kiss the skin before biting down hard, enough to draw blood. it doesn't taste as good as the candy left on the bed, your mind reminds you.

he doesn't even flinch.

"why?" he simply asks, while you lick the blood from the fresh wound.

"i can't be the only one covered in bite marks while you have flawless baby-smooth skin," you comment, attempting to break the skin once again as you bite his shoulder. "it's unfair."

hearing the pout in your voice, he turns around, abandoning the vest he was about to wear, which now lies forgotten on the floor. he slips his hands under your thighs and effortlessly lifts you, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

pressing his face against your neck, he takes a deep inhale. letting out a soft sigh, he carries you towards the bed, still holding you in his arms. he gazes at you from under his bangs, his eyes so dark that you blush and break the eye contact first.

"look at me, baby," his voice deepens, making your face grow even hotter. slowly, you turn to face him, feeling his big hands gently caressing your sides.

"did you notice your biceps got bigger?" you remark aloud, attempting to shift the focus. your manicured nails lightly trace over the muscles of his arms, leaving red trails in their wake. he hums in response, still gazing at your face, wearing that familiar expression he always has when he's deep in thought, contemplating his next words.

"do you not like it when i leave marks on you?" he asks uncertainly, he genuinely thought you enjoyed them. you never bothered concealing the hickeys he'd give you, regardless of the type of shirt you wore, simply applying a bandaid to any biting marks. he would catch you admiring them in the mirror, but perhaps he mistook your insecurity for fascination? you interrupt his thoughts with a quick shake of your head, your hands instinctively reaching for his face, cupping his cheeks.

"no, yeo, i love them, i promise," you blush, stumbling over your words. "it's just…" you trail off, biting your lip, struggling to find the right way to express what you desire. you look at yeosang who's staring at you with wide eyes, silently urging you to continue, and finally, you gather the courage to speak. "i just want to leave marks on you too?" the statement comes out as a hesitant question, your embarrassment causing you to be unclear.

he remains silent, and you bury your face in your hands, feeling the weight of second-hand embarrassment. attempting to pull away from him, his grip tightens around your waist. "look at me, baby," he insists once again, and when you mumble a muffled refusal through your palms, he firmly grasps your wrists with his own hand, his grip large enough to enclose both of your wrists.

you meet his gaze, and he smirks softly.

"well, go ahead, pretty girl. what are you waiting for?" he tilts his head sideways, exposing the curve of his neck to you. you can't help but wonder if he experiences the same arousal you do when you entice him with your neck, anticipating his feeding time.

feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, your fingertips brush against his skin, tracing the contour of his neck. you lean in, hesitating for a brief moment before pressing your lips against his pale flesh, leaving a gentle kiss. you suck softly at the skin, before darting out your tongue to lick it softly. as your teeth graze his skin, you feel a surge of desire, knowing that you have the power to mark him just as he marked you.

he watches you intently, his eyes filled with a combination of anticipation and trust. the connection between you intensifies as you sink your teeth into his neck, carefully drawing blood.

time seems to pause as you savor the moment, sharing this intimate act that deepens your bond. when you finally withdraw, licking the wound to soothe it, you meet his gaze, your eyes reflecting the raw passion that now binds you together.

"you're mine," yeosang whispers, his voice laced with possessiveness and affection. "and i'm yours."

he bends down to your neck, wanting to leave his own mark. as his lips graze your neck, a trail of gentle kisses accompanies his nibbles, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. he explores the delicate skin beneath your pulse, mapping the territory with his mouth as he seeks the perfect spot to mark as his own. each nibble is followed by a soft release, his cool breath mingling with the warmth of your skin, intensifying the electrifying pleasure that courses through you.

his touch ignites a symphony of sensations, from the initial brush of his lips to the firm press of his mouth against your neck. the sensation dances between pleasure and a hint of delicious pain, fueling the fire that burns within you. your body responds instinctively, arching towards him, seeking more of his intoxicating presence.

with each suckle on your skin, he draws you deeper into a realm of heightened desire. time seems to stretch as you surrender to the rapture he bestows upon you. waves of pleasure ripple through your body, radiating from the focal point where yeosang's lips and teeth meet your neck.

the sensation of his mouth on your neck becomes all-encompassing, consuming your senses. you can feel the subtle suction, the way he caresses your skin with his tongue, leaving a trail of coolness in his wake. it's as if he's imprinting himself upon you, etching his mark into your very being.

you both take turns, marking the other with purple and red hues throughout the night. the room is filled with an air of intimacy and passion as your bodies intertwine, leaving trails of vibrant colors on each other's skin.

your body pressed against his, a fiery desire coursing through your veins. with each movement, you feel the unmistakable hardness of his arousal against your clothed core. a soft gasp escapes your lips as he makes a sudden, sharp motion, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine. your bodies move in sync, a seductive dance of longing and anticipation.

lost in the heat of the moment, you can't help but let out a moan, your pleasure intertwining with his. as your grinding intensifies, the room fills with the intoxicating scent of desire. time seems to stand still as you both surrender to your passion, your bodies seeking the ultimate connection.

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hello can i request "feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there" and the one underneath it for poly!ateez? thank you, i love the way you write <3

pairing: poly!ceo!ateez x hybrid!reader (focus on mingi, san and joong) prompt: "feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there" + "trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so" includes: established relationship, implicit mention of reader having slight separation anxiety, use of "daddy" once but it's not used sexually. word count: 1.4k author's note: thank you so much omg ilysm, that makes me so happy!! hope you have a nice day/night (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) how + what to request? + masterlist

it's been tough. like, seriously tough. your cat ears perk up as your hand reaches for the phone resting on the kitchen counter.

you've been attempting to be a really good kitty, but it's just not working out. your tail sways back and forth behind you. owners!ateez have left you all alone at home for the first time. normally, when they stepped out, at least one of them would stay with you, cradling you in their arms. but this time, luck wasn't on your side. yeosang rained apologies upon your hair, muttering about a super crucial meeting regarding some important business at their company.

you totally get it. your humans are busy men. but you can't shake off the uneasiness that settles in your chest, making it tighten beneath jongho's shirt.

you make up your mind to give them a call. it's alright, you reassure yourself, confident that they won't be bothered. you're simply going to ring them up to find out when they'll be back. you can handle it.

you grab the phone and launch the calling app, pondering over whom to dial. your gaze lingers on the mere eight saved numbers, and you allow your index finger to hover over each one thoughtfully, contemplating their potential responses. who among them would be the least peeved at being disturbed during a meeting?

all of them are nice, but you're aware that a few of them tend to get super absorbed in their work. you nibble on your lower lip, feeling your fangs gently puncture tiny holes into it, recalling seonghwa's gentle admonishment about this habit. his thumb would always come to rescue, freeing your lip from between your teeth, as you taste the metallic tang on your tongue. releasing your lip, you muster the courage and press the number of your choice.

you lift the phone to your ear and patiently await the sound of the ringing tone.

the person on the other end answers promptly, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

"sorry, i have to take this call, i'll be right back you can go on without me, yunho, fill me in on what i missed once the meeting's done," you hear mingi's gravelly voice, and your heart tightens at the realization that he didn't even wait to find a private moment to answer the phone.

"hey baby, everything alright?" you hear a door close, muffling mingi's words slightly, but it doesn't hinder the tears welling up in your eyes.

you part your lips, intending to ask the question you've been mustering the courage to pose for the past hour, but instead, a choked-up sob escapes from your throat.

"baby?" this time, mingi's voice takes on a breathy tone, and you can hear him swallow hard. "what's going on, kitty? what's wrong?"

you attempt to respond, but it feels like something is lodged in your throat, causing only coughs to escape, while more tears stream down your face.

"shh, it's okay, kitten. just take a breather," his deep voice resonates through the phone. "in and out, inhale, exhale. yeah, just like that. good girl." you can hear the smile in his voice as you attempt to follow his instructions, albeit shakily.

"are you okay now, kitty? can you tell me what's wrong?" he finally asks, as he senses your breath evening out.

"miss you," you simply answer, while rubbing at your eyes. it's a simple phrase, just two words, but they manage to convey your feelings as you hear mingi hum in response.

"i'll tell the boys to wrap up the meeting. we'll be there in 20. is that okay with you, baby?" mingi assures, offering a solution to your longing.

no, it's not. twenty minutes feels far too long, and before you can concoct a convincing enough lie to spare him any annoyance, mingi interrupts your train of thought.

"actually, baby, we'll be there in 10 minutes. we'll ditch the chauffeur and have wooyoung drive. in the meantime, go to the closets and grab whatever clothes you want," he croons, waiting for a genuine response this time.

"no, hongjoong's gonna be mad," you shake your head, even though mingi can't see you. clutching the phone tighter in your hand, you recall hongjoong's expression when you had raided his closet, piling up all his expensive clothes on your bed, yearning for his scent. he had been kind, explaining gently that you couldn't do that, but you couldn't ignore the visible veins that had surfaced on his forehead upon discovering his favorite balmain suit buried beneath the covers.

"no, he won't, and even if he is, i'll tell him i gave you permission, okay?" mingi reassures, determined to ease your worries about hongjoong's potential reaction.

"okay," you reply softly, your voice carrying a mix of relief and trust in his words.

"i'll hang up then. we'll be there soon enough," mingi confirms, the anticipation evident in his voice.

"okay," you respond once more.

"love you?" mingi asks in a peculiar manner, and you understand that he's subtly requesting to hear you say "i love you." it strikes you as odd, since you never fail to reciprocate those three words.

"love you," you respond, and before hanging up, you hear a playful "mwah" followed by the disconnection of the call.

you swiftly release the phone without a second thought and make your way through each room, collecting a piece of clothing from each of the boys. as you enter hongjoong's room, you pause in front of his wide-open closet. your gaze fixates on the velvety texture of his renowned black and white balmain suit, but you opt against taking it after catching a faint trace of his scent, faded from the length of time it had remained unworn. instead, you choose to retrieve one of his cozy hoodies, adding it to the growing pile in your hands.

you make your way back to your room, tossing all the clothes onto your bed. following suit, you bounce onto the soft surface, sliding yourself under the covers. taking the gathered clothes, you form them into a ball and press it against your face, inhaling deeply. the intertwined scents of your beloved humans instantly envelop you, bringing a profound sense of tranquility.

without even realizing it, you drift off to sleep, your ears being the only things peeking out from beneath the cozy pink covers.

you gradually awaken to the sensation of gentle kisses being planted on your nose. you open your eyes slightly, only to be greeted by san's blond bangs. before you can even process his presence in your bed, you feel the comforting touch of another pair of cold hands softly scratching the base of your ears. a purr instinctively emanates from your chest, and san smiles against your pulse, relishing the soothing vibrations against his own skin, a sensation he always adores.

you manage to turn, your eyes half-closed as the light filters in, and they settle on hongjoong's gentle smile. he's still dressed in a suit, and you blush at the sight. you adore him in sweatpants and oversized shirts, but your heart can't help but flutter faster in his presence.

you hear san chuckle, his head still nestled in your neck.

"kitty, your heart's beating so fast. happy to see daddy?" he mumbles, strong hands intertwining around your waist, his palm coming to rest on your chest, feeling the gentle thud of your heart.

hongjoong's smile widens as you glance away, unable to meet his gaze due to the embarrassment. he bends down slightly, his hand reaching to gently hold your cheeks. you revel in the coolness of his touch, appreciating how his hands always seem to be refreshingly cold.

"i'm happy to see you too, kitten. i missed you so much, couldn't stop thinking about you during that boring meeting," he whispers in the quiet room. you feel san nod against you, his arms tightening around you, and he murmurs a "me too."

"where are the others?" you inquire, noticing the absence of their hands on your body, causing a slight twitch in your eyebrows.

"in the shower, they're coming soon" hongjoong answers, his smile never leaving his face as he looks down at you. you nod in response, managing to free one hand from san's grasp, reaching out for hongjoong, and the eldest boy takes your hand. he sits down next to you, his eyes never wavering from your gaze as he drops a soft kiss to your forehead.

and soon enough you feel the thumping sounds of footsteps in the hallways, approaching your door. the boys enter to find you sandwiched between san and a shirtless hongjoong, his vest and dress shirt long forgotten on the heated floor of your room.

COMMON MASTERLIST — ateez blurbs

collection of my blurbs under the cut ٩(๑ `︿´๑)۶

multiple members

- longing for your owners!ot8!ateez, who had left hybrid!you alone at home, you reach for the phone seeking comfort. - hyungline!ateez headcanons about the first time u meet them - atz headcanons about reader being unusually silent when drunk - atz headcanons about reader hugging a pillow 2 sleep - atz headcanons about making out with them on a chase atlantic beat - atz headcanons on them using "tiny" during sex [nsfw]

ddeonghwa

- biker!seonghwa vs bimbo!reader [suggestive] - bf!yunhwa help you in this heat (yunho acc doesn't help)

joongi

- a long-awaited reunion in hongjoong's creative studio leads to soft moment - hurt 2 comfort with hongjoong [light angst] - hongjoong and your first subdrop [nsfw] - shopping spree with dilf!woojoong - primal play with predator!joong [nsfw] - soft sex w joong [nsfw]

yunni

- during a late-night math session, you're visited by spiderman!yunho - bf!yunhwa help you in this heat (yunho acc doesn't help) - yunho fucks your nightmare away [nsfw] - choking kink w yunho [nsfw] - some boxer!yunho timestamps

hehetmon

- you admit something to vampire!yeosang [suggestive] - prince!yeosang rubs oil in your hair (cuz he loves brown girls) - yeosang and his oral fixation aka he loves boobies [nsfw]

sanni

- babying and doing san's eyebrows - ceo!san leaves u alone in ur bed 4 a meeting - sangi taking care of sick you - phone sex with daddy!san [nsfw] - pregnant reader faints [slight angst] - emperor!san x empress!reader

mangi

- mingi taking care of drunk you - sangi taking care of sick you (i have a thing 4 mingi taking care of me and i think it shows) - roommate!mingi is a big pervert [nsfw]

wooyo

- wooyoung playfully interrupts your asmr session, expressing his jealousy in a dramatic yet affectionate manner. - hybrid!wooyo plays a little game with you in your bathtub [nsfw] - overstimulation w meandom!woo [nsfw] - shopping spree with dilf!woojoong - zombie au - zombie au pt 2

jjong

- exbf!jongho misses u but u... miss him too? - jongho teases u

other groups

- spoonfuls of ice cream [brother's best friend!eunseok] - yandere school (+18) tropes [riize, atz, tbz, txt]

other works can be found here

"ew! i have a boyfriend, so hands off," you slur, your words tumbling out in a jumble. you wobble in the grasp of the larger guy, who effortlessly holds you.

mingi lets out a sigh as you try to break free from his embrace. the man is naturally stronger than you, with his muscles showing off the hours spent at the gym. moreover, the alcohol in your system makes your feeble attempts to push him away even more pointless.

"tiny, i'm tired and you're totally wasted," he says, crouching down to fix the mini skirt that's riding up on your bare thighs. "let me take you home."

"my boyfriend's on his way. he's gonna kick your ass," you groan, slapping his hand away from your thigh. he chuckles at the sight, the same hand you just hit now gently stroking your hair, offering you comfort as the impending migraine creeps up on you.

"hey baby, look at me," he shushes you and he grips your chin, making you meet his gaze. he examines every single feature of your face, noticing how the glitter that was once on your eyelids has now found its way to your cheekbones. with his thumbs, he gently removes the specks, and you instinctively close your eyes, feeling a pleasant tingle where his touch lingers.

"don't call me that, am not your baby," you retort with a scrunch of your nose and he can't help but find you utterly adorable even though the disgusted action was directed at him. mingi clicks his tongue disapprovingly, looking down at you. he's tired, and you had convinced him to go out tonight, promising a good time since it had been ages since you both went out together. he agreed, unable to resist your begging, completely smitten with you. but now, as he reflects on his actions, he's starting to regret it a little.

"fuck, you're lucky i love you," he mutters quietly, playfully pinching your cheek. he crouches down, bringing his face closer to yours. your wide eyes gaze up at him, filled with uncertainty, wondering why this "stranger" is getting closer to you. "don't you recognize me tiny? you're breaking my heart." mingi says, taking your hand and guiding it to his hair. without thinking, you instinctively tug at the strands, as if it's a reflex ingrained in your mind. "you begged me to dye my hair this color and you don't recognize me?"

he watches with delight as recognition flickers in your eyes upon seeing his blond locks, and your face breaks into a wide, toothy grin. bursting into fits of giggles, you exclaim, "mingi!!!" and leap into his sturdy arms, as if it's been ages since you last saw him. taken aback, he grabs hold of you, momentarily stumbling backward in surprise. he erupts into laughter, declaring, "there she is." with one hand supporting you beneath your behind, your legs wrap around his waist. he then bends down to retrieve the pink heels that slipped off your feet during the leap, and you tighten your grip around him, laughing uncontrollably as you almost lose balance, but his hold remains strong.

"let's get you home tiny," mingi murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you. closing your eyes, you surrender to sleep, trusting him to guide you back home safely.

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exbf!jongho wearily brushes a hand across his face, a fierce migraine throbbing behind his eyes. allowing his bangs to shield his gaze, he positions himself in front of the sink. turning on the cold water, he splashes it over his face, trying to alleviate the discomfort. his expression remains stoic as he studies his reflection in the mirror, noticing the pronounced dark circles beneath his eyes and the parched condition of his lips, indicative of dehydration.

jongho is so fucking tired.

he's had enough of everything, pushing himself to the limit in an attempt to forget about you. fatigued by the constant thoughts of you whenever he has a moment to spare, it has been months since the breakup. he's fairly certain you've moved on by now, considering you were the one who decided to end things, citing your career or some other reason.

jongho was crushed.

to be honest, he still is, but he's not ready to admit that. denial offers a more comfortable and convenient refuge for him at the moment.

jongho just wants to sleep.

he retreats to his room and collapses onto the bed, his gaze fixated on the ceiling. emotionally numb, the emptiness gnawing at his chest only adds to his discomfort. suddenly, his phone emits a notification sound. he remains motionless. it's probably wooyoung sending him a photo of some dish he just cooked, and honestly, he couldn't care less. so, he makes no effort to reach for his phone. instead, he turns his head towards the adjacent balcony, gazing at the shimmering city lights outside.

jongho remembers you.

he recalls how you used to complain about the bright city lights of seoul, longing to witness the stars twinkling in the night sky. he would hold you close, burying his face in your bare shoulder, leaving tender kisses on the warm skin. he promised to take you to san's hometown, describing how beautifully the stars illuminated the sky on their last visit with the rest of the group. when you turned to him, he swears the radiance in your eyes surpassed even the most captivating starry night.

jongho closes his eyes.

enough about you. all he wants is to move on, but why does it seem impossible? another notification resonates in the room, prompting a sigh to escape his lips. he vows to give wooyoung a piece of his mind if he's bombarding him with messages about his culinary creations. he finally reaches for his phone, charging on the nightstand, and unlocks it.

jongho's breath stills in his throat.

teddybear: i miss u teddybear: honestli im soooo drunk rn but idc, ill b embaraszed trmw teddybear: sorri iky teddybear: ily*

jongho immediatly brings the phone to his ear, calling you.

"where are you right know, i'll come pick you up."

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"come on baby, just get on the bike, i won't go fast, pretty, i promise you," you gaze at your elder brother's closest friend, biker!seonghwa, who sits confidently on his motorbike, extending a gloved hand toward you.

"where's yeosang? i called him," you put emphasis on the last word. you shudder at a sudden rush of cold wind, and your bare thighs press together to supress the shivers. you miss how seonghwa's eyes rake over your body, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of worry and need. "what a tease," he thinks as his jaw clenches tight.

"yeosang's drunk," he states plainly, running a hand through his hair. "pretty, do you really wanna argue with me right now, you're on the verge of freezing, and i doubt you'll have the chance to utter the final word."

with your arms crossed before you, your glossy bottom lip protrudes slightly and you roll your eyes. it frustrates you to no end when things don't go according to your desires. you specifically dialed yeosang's number because you wanted him here. why does it always have to be seonghwa instead?

it's not that you feel uncomfortable around the man; it's just that he's the only one who refuses to indulge your every whim. he has a knack for hiding his true intentions beneath charming words, leaving your somewhat slow thought process in a state of bewilderment.

"it's okay 'm not cold," you lie, even though the chilly autumn breeze penetrates through your delicate baby pink dress, offering little protection. your petite white fur coat could offer more warmth if you were to fasten it, but that would obscure the view of your alluring cleavage and the exquisite necklace adorning your neck.

"c'me here," he commands, and you find yourself compelled to approach him with a slow stride. he removes one of his leather gloves and places it gently at the nape of your neck, just beneath your blonde extensions. drawing you closer, you can actually sense his gaze upon your face, despite the dark glasses he wears to shield himself from the wind while riding his bike., "what did i tell you about lies, huh? pretty girls don't use their pretty mouths to lie, do they now?" as his fingers exert a bit more pressure on the sides of your neck, a blush creeps onto your cheeks, accentuating the heavy blush on them, and you nod in response.

"words, pretty, i wanna hear your voice," he finally releases his grip, his hands shifting to secure your petite white vest, zipping it all the way to the top. his thumbs and index fingers rest on the zipper, while your attention remains captivated by the slight caress of his other fingers as they glide along your body while raising the zipper. the warmth of his touch sends tingles through your skin as his fingers delicately reach your breasts.

as you part your lips to respond, the words become lodged in your throat, leaving you feeling momentarily trapped beneath his penetrating gaze. a smirk graces his lips, as if he possesses the ability to decipher every notion swirling within your mind, amplifying the sensation of vulnerability in your thoughts.

"what's wrong, can't find your voice, my dumb girl?" as you feel a stirring sensation between your thighs, it becomes evident that this time it has nothing to do with the chilly weather when you squeeze your thighs together.

overwhelmed by the situation, you instinctively push him aside to reach for the helmet resting on his lap. determined to join him on the bike, you attempt to mount it from behind. however, you quickly realize it's not as simple as you anticipated. the heels you're wearing make it increasingly difficult, and the seat of the bike sits too high above the ground for you to easily get on.

"pretty girl needs a hand?" his voice carries a smug undertone that you can't help but notice. biting the inside of your cheek, you silently yearn for yeosang's presence, wishing he were there instead.

he gracefully dismounts the bike, showcasing his expertise, and even you can't deny the allure he exudes. as he approaches you, he firmly grasps your waist, effortlessly lifting you up and placing you on the bike. in response, a high-pitched squeal escapes your lips, causing you to instinctively hold your dress to prevent it from riding up too much. seonghwa chuckles at the sight, finding amusement in your reaction. climbing up behind you, he assists in securely fastening the helmet onto your head. the large, black helmet creates a somewhat comical contrast against your feminine attire.

he guides your hands, placing them on the bike's handles, while his touch smoothes over your cold thighs, eliciting goosebumps along your skin. he chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. his hands venture a little higher, playfully squeezing your buttocks, causing you to jolt in your seat, which only widens his smile. finally, he repositions his hands to firmly grasp the handles beside yours, taking a moment to observe the disparity between your wrists. his own wrists are enveloped by his leather jacket, while yours adorn a multitude of shiny bracelets.

"be a good girl for me and hold on tightly, pretty."

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"it's so hot, i'm literally gonna melt" you complain while removing your shirt, leaving you wearing just a bra. you raise your arms above your head, extending your fingertips towards the air conditioning vent to feel the cool breeze directly.

"come back to bed," yunho emits a groan from his spot in your bed, sprawled out on the covers resembling a starfish. he's wearing nothing but his chelsea t-shirt and boxers.

"why would i do that, we're both sweating like crazy," you mutter, your eyes shut tightly as you try to absorb every bit of the refreshing breeze.

"don't stand in front of the ac, you'll catch a cold," he says, shifting onto his side to gaze at you. a smile forms on his face as he appreciates your appearance. you're dressed in a plain white bra and his matching chelsea shorts. "why don't you take off the shorts and show me something good, tiny."

without responding or turning around to face him, you choose to express your annoyance by flipping him off, enjoying the sensation of the cool breeze against your perspiring skin. his laughter fills the air, and you sense him rising from the bed. suddenly, his warm hand wraps around your waist, creating a comforting sensation. you find yourself automatically smiling at his touch, as if your body instinctively responds to him without needing permission.

he allows both of you to tumble onto the bed, resulting in you landing on top of him with a startled "mmphf" escaping your lips. he playfully rolls you both around, causing you to end up beneath him, his larger frame enveloping you and pressing you deeper into the mattress. as a sense of panic overwhelms you, you begin to scream, and your screams mingle with his laughter. desperate to free yourself, you push against him with all your might, but he remains firmly in place, refusing to budge.

the piercing sound of your screams is abruptly halted as your other boyfriend enters the room, balancing a tray with three cups of what appears to be icy slush. disregarding the situation, he nonchalantly tosses his keys onto the nearest piece of furniture and hands a slush to yunho, who is still chuckling while keeping you pinned down with one forearm pressed against your chest.

"seonghwa tell him to leave me alone, i'm gonna die," you whine helplessly, attempting to give him your most pleading puppy-dog eyes. however, he simply gazes at you, taking slow sips from his strawberry slushie. the sunlight streaming through the windows accentuates his dark under-eye circles, making them appear even more pronounced, casting shadows on his handsome face.

"i don't have time for this," he sighs, clearly exasperated. yunho's laughter intensifies, finding the situation incredibly amusing, knowing well that he's the one who persuaded seonghwa to engage in late-night gaming sessions until sunrise. you adore yunho and his playful, puppy-like personality, but his boundless energy can be exhausting, especially when you're pinned down, struggling for breath. feeling defeated, you gaze at your untouched slushie, resting silently on the nightstand beside you.

"yunho, i'm sweating so much right now, i don't think you wanna be this close to me," you attempt to persuade your boyfriend to move away, but he looks at you with a perplexed expression. he leans down and presses his head against your neck, and you feel his tongue, cold from his drink, glide from the base of your neck to the side of your jaw. "what the fuck! get off!" you forcefully place your palms against his chest and manage to push him away, creating enough space for you to peer down at his smirking face.

"you taste good," he smiles in response, his tone casual as if he didn't just do the most out of pocket shit you've ever witnessed.

"move," seonghwa grumbles as he slips into his side of the bed beside you. he briefly closes his eyes, allowing a moment of rest while yunho nudges both of you to the left on the spacious bed. seonghwa sits up again, removing his t-shirt just as you did earlier. your gaze wanders over the expanse of his well-defined chest, sweat causing his abs to gleam in the sunlight, giving his physique an almost ethereal quality

"thirsty?" you hear yunho whisper in your ear, and you can sense that he caught on to the way you glanced at seonghwa, implying a sexual undertone. however, you genuinely feel parched and in need of a drink.

"yeah, seonghwa please?" you request, pointing towards the nearby cup behind him. he turns to you and goes to retrieve it, but instead of handing it to you, he brings the straw to his own lips, savoring the taste of the orange beverage, "fuck i knew i should've taken peach, it's so fucking good."

he turns towards you and laughs upon witnessing your betrayed expression. "don't look at me like that, i just wanted to taste, here baby take," he says, taking another sip before pushing yunho away from your body. he then brings his lips to yours, guiding the liquid into your mouth, and you willingly accept it, feeling it slide down your throat as his tongue brushes against the roof of your mouth. pulling back, he licks the trail of liquid that had escaped your mouth and landed on the side of your cheek.

"want more?" he asks, and when you nod in agreement, he pushes the straw to yunho's lips.

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APOCALYPTIC AMOUR — masterlist

prompt; a tight-knit friend group's carefree days turn into a fight for survival as they navigate a zombie apocalypse ( ˘ ³˘)ﾉ☆

feat; ot8!ateez x fem!reader

genre; fluff, angst, smut (in later chapters), gore, horror (!!)

au; school, apocalyptic, zombie + poly (as in ot8 ateez end up w reader)

notes; im scared yall

— ch 01. [trackstar]

— ch 02. [coming soon]

one of the most cherished aspects of your relationship with prince!yeosang is the bedtime routine. as you enter the room, your hair is slightly damp, having been washed by the maids in the adjacent room, where they had already removed your snug dress and cleansed your body with soothing milky water. the room itself is immense, adorned with golden accents on the walls and ceiling, and even after two years of marriage, you still find yourself adjusting to its grandeur.

as you tiptoe towards the bed, you feel the coolness of the marble floor beneath the balls of your feet. the room is bathed in a warm, inviting glow emitted by a lamp, casting a soft yellow light. your attention is drawn to yeosang, who is seated on the bed, his bare back resting against plush pillows. he holds a book in his hands, adorned with glasses perched upon his nose.

you gracefully remove your robe, letting it cascade to the floor, revealing your attire of a delicate satin nightdress. yeosang diverts his attention from the romance book and sets it gently on his lap. you can feel his gaze caressing your body as you turn around, reaching for the oil bottle resting on the dressing table crafted from smooth birch wood. settling in front of the grand mirror, you begin applying the nourishing oil to the roots of your hair, allowing its healing properties to work their magic.

yeosang remains silent as he stands up, his cotton pants hugging his thighs snugly. he walks towards you, and you can sense the comforting warmth radiating from him as he places his hands on your shoulders, gently kneading the flesh. you close your eyes, leaning back, and rest your head against his firm stomach. a tired chuckle escapes you as his fingers playfully tickle the side of your neck, bringing a sense of lightheartedness to the moment.

unbeknownst to you, a gentle smile graces yeosang's face as he pauses his massaging to reach for the oil bottle resting on your lap. taking it into his hands, he assumes the role of caring for your hair. starting with your scalp, he skillfully applies the oil, his fingers working their way through your tresses. from the roots to the tips, he delicately spreads the lubricant, ensuring every strand is coated. with the task complete, he places the bottle back on the table before moving behind you to skillfully braid your hair. the locks are carefully twisted and intertwined until he skillfully secures them in a comfortable bun using a pretty hairpin.

"done," he whispers, breaking the tranquil atmosphere of the room. he rubs the remnants of the oil in his hands onto his own hair, tousling and tugging at his locks in a slightly rough and messy fashion, a stark contrast to the gentle touch he bestowed upon you.

standing up, you turn towards him, enveloping your arms around his neck. with tenderness, you plant a soft kiss on his lips. as you press your lips against his, you whisper a small thank you, the words escaping against the fullness of his mouth.

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ceo!san sits on his meeting chair, his face a mask of impassivity as he occupies the seat at the head of the long table, surrounded by his diligent employees. three of his staff members are currently delivering a presentation on the company's economic affairs.

suppressing a yawn that threatens to escape, san finds his mind wandering as the corners of his vision blur. suddenly, a gentle vibration in his pocket jolts him back to the present moment. retrieving his phone discreetly, he can't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest when he sees your contact photo alongside notifications.

with a swift tap on the imessage bubble, he indulges in the endearing messages from his beloved wife.

from baby: where r u from baby: just woke up to an empty bed :<

san internally giggles, envisioning your slightly annoyed expression, allowing a smile to grace his features. he quickly scans the room to ensure no one is paying attention to him, reclaiming his composed demeanor.

observing the unwavering focus of his employees on the projected powerpoint, he returns his gaze to his phone, eagerly crafting a response.

to baby: sorry lovely, didn't wanna wake u up to baby: u look so pretty when u sleep to baby: ill b bck soon <3

closing his phone and sliding it back into his pocket, he crosses his arms before him, reimmersed in the ongoing presentation. his lips form a determined line as he resolutely attempts to push thoughts of you aside; otherwise, he won't be able to resist the urge to abruptly end the meeting and rush to your side.

his temporary respite is interrupted when a vibration against his thigh demands his immediate attention. acting instinctively, he retrieves his phone, his brow furrowing at the preview of incoming messages.

from baby: u dont have 2 come back from baby: got someone 2 replace u :p from baby: they're gnna b warming the bed instead of u from baby: [attachment: 1 image]

his thumb moves with haste, clicking on the attachment, and his jaw tightens as the image takes its time to load. he rakes his hand through his hair, contemplating having a word with the i.t. department about the inadequate wifi on the upper floors of the skyscraper.

finally, the picture materializes, and his eyes instantly recognize your puffy lips, partially closed eyes, and tousled hair. it's your side profile, delicately nestled in the corner of the selfie, against his own bed sheets and black pillow. and there, lying peacefully, is his baby girl, occupying the space where he would typically sleep. her tiny fists rest atop her head, one of them holding onto your carefully manicured index finger. her dainty mouth forms a slight pout, much like her father's sleeping habitude. she dons a snug light brown onesie that accentuates her chubby form, complete with bear ears adorning the hood, playfully flopping around her petite head.

san swiftly shuts off his phone, rising from his seat and leaving the room, while his confused and distressed secretary trails behind him. he sends two final messages to you before pressing the elevator button.

to baby: my pretty girls to baby: ill be there in 10

he smiles as the elevator door opens, stepping in.

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"hey pretty"

you offer no response, shutting the door behind you as you enter the room. tossing your bag carelessly to the floor, you kneel beside the countless sneakers belonging to san and mingi, scattered haphazardly around the room.

you reach down to untie your air forces, dropping the first shoe onto the ground. the movement catches your boyfriends' attention, but they remain silent, watching you intently.

"bad day?" san asks softly from his spot on the couch, seated next to mingi. their eyes fixate on you, concern etched in their gazes.

"bad day." you mumble in confirmation, proceeding to untie your other black shoe. however, the lace gets snagged, and your fingers fumble clumsily. you pull harder, but instead of loosening, the knot tightens even more. it becomes the breaking point for you.

a sob escapes your lips, and you bury your face in your hands, too weary to do anything else. your body quakes on the floor as tears stream down your face. you want the crying to stop, to take a breath, but you find yourself caught in a strange battle of attempting both and choking in the process.

the crying intensifies, and you feel your nails digging into your eyebrows, a feeble attempt to hide away momentarily. you're tired, utterly exhausted, and all you crave is sleep. yet, with your shoe trapped on your foot, you can't retreat to the solace of your sheets.

taking another shaky breath, you sense a shadow falling across your face, momentarily shielding you from the light. you don't budge from your position, continuing to cry. a cold hand gently rests upon your own, and you flinch softly, caught off guard. the thumb begins to rub tenderly against your skin.

you recognize the touch as san's. he coos softly, coaxing your hands away from your face. initially, you resist, not wanting him to witness the streaked mascara and runny nose. however, he manages to gently coax you out of your shell.

when your eyes meet his, you're met with a gentle gaze, his eyes locked with yours as he squats in front of you. his smile is soft, and the tears flow even harder, his tenderness overwhelming you in this moment. he chuckles softly, bringing his large hands up to wipe away your tears, pinching your cheeks gently.

"my big girl what's wrong mmh?" he croons, his voice filled with affection. "what's got you like this huh my strong girl?" the endearing nicknames tug at your heart, causing you to cry even more.

"awnn, it's okay baby, big girls cry when it gets too hard," he nods understandingly, validating your emotions. you reciprocate with a nod of your own, sniffling. he brings his thumb to your cheekbone.

"i'll go make you hot cocoa, want that?" you nod again, the sobs calming slightly at his soothing whispers.

"your words baby, can you use them for me?" he encourages you softly, and you manage a meek "yes please," stuttering through your soft sobs. he presses a tender kiss to your lips and smiles, placing his hands on his knees as he stands up. it's then that you finally notice mingi's tall figure behind him.

mingi, too, crouches down in front of you, silently taking your foot clad in a shoe into his large hands. he deftly works on untying the shoelace, his long fingers effortlessly undoing the knot you struggled with. once untied, he removes the sneaker from your foot, placing it neatly aside, a stark contrast to his own untidy ones beside the black pair.

he grasps both of your feet and begins tickling them, eliciting tired giggles from you. finally, a smile breaks across his face as he witnesses your own. he pulls you closer, tugging at your legs and sliding his hands beneath your thighs. lifting you effortlessly, the two of you rise to your feet, and you simply rest your head against his solid chest, briefly closing your eyes as he carries you to the couch. the paused episode of "law & order" flickers on the television. he settles down, you still cradled in his arms, and he gently eases you off him so that you're sitting upright. he helps you remove your bomber jacket, tossing it onto the nearby couch. tapping your thigh, he signals for you to stand up so he can remove your denim skirt, but you shake your head.

"please no, wanna stay close to you please," your voice cracks on the second "please," and he sighs.

"okay tiny," his deep voice emerges softly from his lips as he pulls you closer, his forehead gently touching yours. "you've got a fever pretty."

"makes sense, head hurts like a bitch," you close your eyes, inhaling the minty scent that wafts from his laughter.

"san, bring me some ibuprofen," mingi calls out to san, who responds with a sweet "okay!" you flinch at the loud sound, the throbbing in your head intensifying. mingi notices and places his large hands over your ears, the pressure offering some relief. "sorry baby, didn't mean to be loud."

"'s okay princess." he smiles at the cute nickname and kisses your forehead.

he assists you in removing your black turtleneck, and then proceeds to remove his own t-shirt. moving closer, he goes to unclasp your bra, seeking your consent with a fingertip poised on the clasp. you give a soft nod, your eyes growing heavy with exhaustion. he removes your bra, joining it with the rest of your discarded clothes. finally, he pulls you back into his embrace, handling you delicately until your chests align. the coolness of his skin instantly soothes you, and you release a sigh of relief. he snakes his hands around your waist, tracing star patterns along your spine, whispering compliments into your ear.

san returns to the room, placing a large brown mug and two blue translucent pills on the glass table in front of you. he quickly exits but reappears with micellar solution and a handful of cotton pads.

taking a seat beside you, he lifts your face from its place in the crook of mingi's neck, causing you to emit a soft moan of protest. he hushes you gently, his smile radiant as ever. "come on, look at me, pretty. you don't want to sleep with makeup on your face."

he wets a cotton pad with the micellar water and proceeds to cleanse your face with delicate motions, barely perceptible against your skin. then, using a dry pad, he gently removes any lingering traces of the liquid.

"baby too sleepy for the cocoa?" san inquires, running a hand through your hair, his brow furrowing as he detects the dampness on your hairline. not out of disgust, but rather out of worry because the room is too chilly for you to be perspiring. he turns around, stretching to retrieve the folded blanket at the end of the couch, reluctant to leave your side. unfolding it, he covers you, tucking it between mingi's back and the couch, creating a soothing cocoon.

"no, want it" you whine in a broken voice, and both boys smile at your fragile form, finding you irresistibly adorable. "ah, so bossy," san remarks as he takes the cup and pills, inserting one into your mouth before bringing the cup to your plush lips, helping you swallow. he repeats the process with the second pill.

"want another sip baby?" he coos, noting the way you scrunch your nose. he exchanges a glance with mingi, both of them deeply in love with you, their stomachs still fluttering with butterflies even after all these years.

"no, just one marshmallow, please" you request, extending your hand from beneath the blanket to show them your index finger, emphasizing the importance of having only one.

san's smile widens, his blush evident on his face at your endearing plea, while mingi takes your fingers and presses a kiss to them, producing a loud smooching sound that elicits a soft laugh from you.

"say ahh"

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"what are ya watchin?"

your cheeky question reaches jongho's ears as you gaze at him. he lies next to you in your bed, keeping his eyes fixed on his phone with airpods nestled in his ears. he doesn't respond, not because he's upset, but because he knows how you act when you crave attention. you tend to become whiny and adorable, so he figures it's worth ignoring you for a few minutes in exchange for a night of cuddling.

he senses your eyes on his profile and suppresses a smile. you extend a hand from beneath the covers, attempting to swipe one of his airpods, but he tilts his head away, denying your attempt. you prop yourself up higher in bed so you can get a better view of the video, but he turns his phone away.

you stare at him in shock, mouth agape, puzzled by his actions. you emit high-pitched whines about him being mean, and he finally bursts into laughter. you try to grab his phone, but he stretches his arm outside of the bed, keeping it out of your reach. you tumble onto his chest, trying to snatch it from his grasp, but he encircles his arm around your waist, preventing you from falling off the bed as he draws you closer against his chest.

"choi jongho!" you exclaim, locking eyes with him, his face smirking, and you scream, "what are you hiding?"

"nothin," he lazily smiles.

"then show me your phone," you retort, your face now mere millimeters from his, your noses almost touching.

"nah," he drawls, smirking at the sight of your angry expression. he relishes seeing you worked up.

you manage to free yourself from his hold and position yourself back on your side of the bed. turning so your back is turned to him, you cross your arms and tightly shut your eyes, attempting to sleep off your anger.

he chuckles and turns towards you, pressing his chest against your back. he holds the phone in front of your eyes, its screen still illuminated. you perceive the flickering lights through your closed eyelids and open them, only to be greeted by a random call of duty playthrough.

you slap the phone away, and he chuckles against your neck. he shuts off the phone and drops it somewhere on the bed. then, he maneuvers you so that you're face-to-face with him.

before you can push him away, he pulls you in for a leisurely kiss, and you melt in his embrace, clutching his t-shirt tightly in your fists. he breaks the kiss with a smile and draws you even closer to him. throughout the night, he peppers your lips with tender kisses until you drift off to sleep, laughing in between kisses as he makes fun of you.

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