Mingi’s Favorite Song

Hii, this is the hyung line version. I'll be posting the maknae line version soon as well. I hope you enjoy it!

Ateez when they are interested in someone who is asexual (headcanon) Hyung line

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fluff, angst | ateez x asexual reader

Hongjoong

As a fashion designer you often got to work with famous idols—and that's how you got introduced to Hongjoong.

You were asked to help him create his own fashion collection, and that meant spending a lot of time together.

After working side by side and meeting for coffee a few times, it became obvious that the two of you were starting to like each other.

Realising that your feelings for him were growing, you wanted to pull away. You'd been disappointed too many times in love, and now, you were cautious.

Hongjoong noticed you trying to pull away, but that didn't stop him from showing his feelings, and in a quite obvious way.

He sent you good morning texts every day, and every time you worked together he'd bring an extra coat for you because he knew you got cold easily,

Even after he showed that he liked you in so many ways, you continued to distance yourself.

He wondered why and decided it was time to be direct.

As the two of you sat down for your usual after-work coffee, Hongjoong took a deep breath and tackled the topic.

"You know I like you, right?"

Surprised by his honesty, you almost choked on your coffee.

"Wow, so we're going straight to the point"

"There's no use going around it, so..."

"Yeah... I know you do"

"And you like me back, right?" he continued, confident.

"Yeah, but—"

"But...?"

"There's something that you don't know. And because of it, I've been too scared to get closer to you"

"And what's this thing that I don't know? For me, the most important thing is that you feel comfortable being your most authentic self. And if this is a part of who you are, then I'm more than happy to hear it," he calmly explained, making you feel a bit more at ease.

"Thank you, Joong... Your words make it easier for me to say this. So, I'll just do it directly and get it out of the way—I'm asexual"

Your words were followed by a long silence. Hongjoong's expression froze. You tried to read his reaction, but you couldn't.

"Joong?"

"Y/n, I'm so sorry..."

Your heart dropped. "It's okay, I knew this might happen, and that's why I was scared, but—"

"No—," he interrupted after he realized that he hadn't expressed himself properly.

"I mean, I'm sorry that I was pressuring you. Now I completely understand why you tried to pull away"

"Wait, really? So...?"

"So it's all good," he said gently. "I like you for you—for the emotional connection we have. There's something between us, way deeper than what's on the surface. How you identify won't push me away. I'm fully willing to make this work"

"I've been abandoned so many times because of this. Are you sure you're going to stay?" you asked, still hesitant about his words.

"I've never been more sure. I know it must be scary after what you've been through, but let me show you that I'm here to stay," Hongjoong reassured, flashing you a comforting smile

"Thank you, Joong... You've made me the happiest person on earth. I trust your words—and our connection. I'm really excited to see how our relationship grows" you said, feeling like a weight was lifted off your chest.

"Can I give you a hug?" he asked, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.

You found it so sweet that he asked. Without saying a word, you opened your arms, and he lightly wrapped his around your waist.

Seonghwa

You and Seonghwa first met at dance training years ago, when he was preparing to become an idol and you just went for fun.

Ever since that time, you’ve been in each other’s lives, becoming closer and closer as the years went by.

You eventually had to tell him about being asexual because he was there to witness so many of your sudden heartbreaks. It was only right that he knew the reason behind them.

Nothing changed after you told him. He treated you and cared about you the same way, if not more.

Every time someone broke your heart, his broke even more. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.

How could you not see that the right person was right in front of you this whole time?

Seonghwa was done seeing you cry and decided it was about time the two of you had a serious conversation.

He invited you to go on a night walk by the river, and after the long day you had at work, the plan sounded perfect.

The clear night sky, the cool air, the night lights illuminating the streets—it was all perfect.

“Here, take my jacket. It’s cold,” Seonghwa said as he handed you his jacket.

“Thank you, but are you not cold?”

“I’m okay, don’t worry…”

“So, how was your day?” you asked, feeling weirdly nervous.

“Let’s skip that part”

“Okay, but was it that bad?”

“No, I just want us to have a more important conversation that should’ve happened sooner, but…”

“What conversation, Hwa?”

He stopped in his tracks, turning to look at you instead.

“I think we should be together,” he confessed directly, leaving you completely stunned.

“What?!”

“Exactly what you just heard. I’ve seen you cry and hurt too many times—it has to stop. I wasn’t planning on saying anything to not make you uncomfortable, but I realised that you deserve a guy that won’t make you suffer anymore—and that guy is me,” he said sincerely.

“Hwa, did you forget I’m asexual?”

“That is exactly what I’m trying to tell you. I want to show you that you can be loved exactly for who you are. We’ve already found ways to make each other happy, and the main thing that makes me happy—is being in your presence. It is enough. You are enough…”

“Wait, did you say you love me?”

After taking a deep breath, he continued to answer your question. “I love you, y/n. Don’t let that pressure you, it’s just how I feel after everything we’ve been through. I also hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable…”

“I feel the same way, actually. I love you too, Hwa”

“But…?” he questioned, feeling that it was coming.

“But… I don’t want you to suffer because of me. I know you’ll have to sacrifice your happiness, and I—”

“You’re my happiness, y/n. The sacrifices we’ll both have to make are so insignificant compared to the love we feel for each other. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to give us a try… What do you say?”

Pausing for a bit before answering, you looked into his eyes, and the only thing you could feel was love.

You’d finally found the right person.

“I also want us to be together, Hwa. It might take me a while to become more physically comfortable with you, but I will give it my all,” you said, and Seonghwa’s face softened.

“Don’t feel pressured, angel. Everything will happen naturally,” he reassured, and you suddenly felt like holding on to his hand.

You reached for it, then squeezed it for a few seconds and let go. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your cute action.

“You’re so cute, angel, you know that?” Seonghwa complimented, and you giggled.

Yunho

A few years ago, you moved into a new apartment, but you had issues from the start—the main one being the loud music playing from your neighbour's apartment.

After the issue happened a few times, it was time for you to talk to them.

After knocking on the door, a tall guy with the sweetest smile and chubby cheeks opened it.

That's how you got to meet Yunho.

Although it started off as you complaining, it turned into you going to his apartment to hang out almost daily.

The two of you found out you had many interests in common and, slowly but surely, started catching feelings.

After some time, you discovered something. Although you liked him a lot, you couldn't imagine yourself being intimate with him. Even just the thought of it made you anxious.

Then you realised that, in the past, it had always been like that.

That's when you came to the conclusion that you're asexual.

You had no idea how to go about it.

Your dreams of being with Yunho were over. You couldn't date him and then drop that information on him.

He would leave you.

Thinking that you could control your feelings, you stopped going to his apartment and even stopped texting him.

But he wasn't stupid. He immediately noticed the change in your behaviour.

He grabbed a box of your favourite chocolates and walked up to your front door.

"Y/n, are you there?" he asked after you didn't open the door for him.

"If you are, please come talk to me. I just want to know if you're okay..."

You could hear the worry in his voice, so you gave in.

"Hi, Yunho. I'm sorry, I just—"

"It's okay, I just wanted to give you these," he said as he handed you the chocolates, "and make sure you're okay... I'll leave now"

He turned around, ready to leave, but you pulled his arm.

"Wait, we need to talk. Do you want to come in?" you asked, feeling ready to talk to him after seeing his worried state. He didn't deserve to suffer.

"Yeah, sure," he replied, and you led him inside.

The two of you sat comfortably on your couch, and Yunho waited for you to begin the conversation at your own pace.

"First of all, I'm sorry for distancing myself, but I had no idea what else to do"

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"No, you didn't. You're just making things harder..."

"I don't understand"

"I recently discovered something about myself, and if it wasn't for you, it wouldn't have been a problem"

"I'm sorry, but I'm still really confused," he said, looking into your with pure confusion.

"I need to get to the point so you can understand, but it's really hard..."

"Don't rush it. I'm not in a hurry, so just tell me whenever you feel ready," he reassured.

Your mysteriousness made him feel quite nervous—especially because he also had feelings for you.

"Yunho... I like you," you confessed nervously, and he looked at you blankly for a few seconds before chuckling.

"Is that all? It's so cute how you got nervous just to tell me this—"

"That's not all. Before you say anything—"

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, y/n, but let me tell you how I feel first," he began, and you wish you could stop him before he got disappointed, but you just couldn't—he looked so excited to tell you how he felt.

"I also like you. A lot. I've felt that way since the first time I saw you, but I didn't want to rush anything. We became closer as time went by, and I'm glad I didn't rush it, because now it feels so right," he confessed enthusiastically.

"I really appreciate your confession, Yunho, but... I'm asexual"

He blinked a few times letting your words sink in. "And you think that'll change my feelings? Y/n, listen, I'm very grateful that you shared this part of you with me. It means a lot, and I can't imagine how hard it must've been to share this—but it isn't something that should stop us from being together"

"I'm scared. I don't want you to regret being with me later on or realise that you need more," you shared, and his whole posture softened.

"I assure you that won't happen. Your presence and ways of showing care and love are enough. It'll be hard to get me away from you even for a second—believe me, when I like a person, I'm by their side till the end"

His words made you emotional, and his comforting presence made you trust him completely.

"Okay, Yuyu. I trust you. I'm still nervous, but I trust you," you said, and he smiled.

"You won't regret trusting me, I promise..."

You couldn't resist his sweetness, so you suddenly wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled your head against his neck.

Your unexpected cuddle made him really happy.

Yeosang

As Yeosang's manager, the two of you spent a lot of time together.

The more time you spent together, the more you realised that you were made for each other.

Your personalities matched perfectly—your opinions, just everything.

Although he tried to hide it, you knew he liked you. It was obvious by the way he treated you—gently and with a lot of care.

For example, there was a time when he actually went to your boss and asked for the schedule to change—just because you had a dentist appointment. You found it extremely sweet, but you also thought how could they change everyone's schedule just because of you. Although he tried, it didn't work, but you still appreciated the sweet gesture.

You also liked him, but after everything you'd been through, you'd developed a fear of dating.

Every time someone found out that you were asexual, they immediately left. No one thought you were worth fighting for, so you just decided to stay away from heartbreak.

Today was the day Yeosang decided to confess. He felt extremely nervous, his hands were shaking, but he knew he had to go for it.

He bought flowers and headed to your apartment.

When you saw him standing nervously with flowers at your door, you already knew where this was going.

You really didn’t want him to confess, because you would’ve had to disappoint him.

“Yeosang, I’m asexual!” you suddenly announced before he even said a word.

After hearing your words, Yeosang handed you the flowers and then left.

You thought he left for good, making you emotional that once again someone you cared about had abandoned you.

Little did you know, Yeosang didn’t actually leave. The nerves just got to him, and he didn’t want to mess up anything, so instead, he decided to explain everything in a card.

After crying for the past two hours, you heard a knock on your door. You tried to wipe your tears away, but it was impossible.

“Yeosang?”

“I’m so sorry I left earlier, but I just got really nervous about saying something wrong and ruining everything, so instead, I wrote it down,” he said nervously as he handed you the card.

“I’ll go for now, and we can talk once you’ve read it”

“What if I prefer that you stay with me and we read it together?”

“…Okay, I’ll stay. I owe it to you, so…” he replied, and the two of you entered your apartment.

Once inside, you started reading his card:

“Dear y/n, I’ve never felt so nervous in my life, but it’s all because you’re very important to me. Since the moment we started working together, you’ve been my partner in crime. We always laugh together and have an amazing time. We give each other courage and push each other to become better every day. What I want to say is: I like you. And even those words don’t fully capture what I feel. You did tell me you’re asexual, but that doesn’t change anything. It’s a part of who you are, and it doesn’t make you any different from who you were until now. After reading this, are you willing to give us a shot?—Yeosang”

As you read the card, he snuck a few glances at you—curious about your reaction, but the moment you finished reading it, his gaze diverted back to the ground.

His words were so warm and reassuring that the fears you had were slowly starting to evaporate.

“Yeosang, these words are beautiful—thank you. Before I can give you an answer though, my biggest fear is that we start dating and then, after a while, you decide to leave—”

“You really think I would do that after everything we’ve been through? Y/n,” he started, suddenly feeling confident, “I just know that you’re my person—my soulmate. And only a really dumb guy would leave their soulmate. Spoiler alert: it’s not me,” he said, and you smiled at his reassuring words.

“Then there’s only one possible answer to your question earlier—I also want to be with you, Sangie,” you confirmed, and a slight smirk formed on his face.

“That’s amazing! I also love the upgraded nickname. What should I call you? Precious?”

“I’d love that…”

“Okay, perfect. You’ll be precious from now on,” he said as a slight blush appeared on his cheeks, and you found it extremely cute.

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fluff, angst | ateez x asexual reader | hyung line version

San

As a part of Ateez's staff team, you often get invited to different team building events and hangouts with Ateez.

This time, it was a road trip to a quiet village in the mountains. That’s where everyone could enjoy a break away from the city and the noise.

Phones were definitely off the table, which brought up mixed reactions.

When San found out about that, he realised that it was the perfect opportunity to talk to you more and tell you about his crush on you.

You had no idea about his feelings. All you knew was that every time you spent time together, it felt amazing.

As everyone arrived at the village, you were assigned to small houses in groups.

Your group got assigned first, which meant you had more time to settle in.

San wasn’t going to waste much time, although he was nervous, and once he found out which house you were staying at, he made his way there.

A loud knock on the door startled you, and you left whatever you were doing to check who it was.

“San? What are you doing here?”

"Oh, uhm, I just thought we could go for a walk and talk for a bit”

“That sounds nice, just give me a minute to put my shoes on"

You slightly closed the door as you continued to put your shoes on.

"Sorry for making you wait"

"Don't worry, you literally took two minutes or less"

As he said those words, he realised that the nerves had gotten to him. He had no idea how to continue the conversation, when usually that wouldn't be an issue. He really hoped that this time you could carry the conversation instead.

The two of you walked in silence for the next few minutes, when all of a sudden...

"So-"

"Actually-"

Your voices sounded at the same time, causing you to lock eyes in an almost hypnotising manner.

"Sorry, you can go first"

"Really?" he asked, and you nodded.

"Thank you. It's just that if I don't say this now, I think I'll explode..." San started, taking a deep breath.

"I know this might sound cliché or stupid, but I really like you, Y/n. As more than a friend. I want to get to know you even more, and I want you to be by my side in all scenarios that life brings", he confessed, his cheeks burning up more and more with each passing second

"Wow, San...this is so sweet. I had no idea you felt that way, but I'm glad that you built up the courage to tell me. I really appreciate it", as you replied to his confession, both of you gradually stopped walking and were now standing face to face.

"So...?"

"So what?" you questioned back, oblivious to the pending matter.

"You never told me if you feel the same way or not"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I just got nervous", you exclaimed, realising how stupid of a situation you put him in.

Although now came the difficult part, as you knew that you had to reveal a side of you that would most likely end up being the reason that the two of you don't end up together.

"Hey, are you shaking?" San asked, concerned, as he focused his gaze on your hands.

"Oh, it's okay. I must be feeling cold..." you reassured, but he still gently wrapped his hands around yours, signalling for you to continue.

"I do feel the same way, actually. I would love to spend more time with you, travel with you and just be your person..."

"But?"

"But...I don't think I'm the right person for you", you said, trying to avoid the exact thing you had in mind.

"Why wouldn't you be, if I've decided that you are?"

"San, I'm asexual..." you blurted out and contrary to what you expected, San's face showed a relaxed expression.

"Thank you for sharing that with me. I do get now why you said what you said, but for me, that doesn't really change anything unless it does for you", he said confidently.

"Wait...so that's not an issue for you? But I don't want to hold you back"

"Who you are is not something that can hold me back. In fact, it gives us more reasons to get to know each other in ways that no one else does. Trust me, I want you the same, and I'm more than happy to stay in your zone of comfort", he reassured as he continued to hold on to your hands and made sure to look into your eyes as he said each and every word.

"I think that's the sweetest comment anyone has ever said to me. Thank you for making me feel so accepted, San", you thanked, tears threatening to spill from your glossy eyes.

"Can I hug you?" he asked cautiously, sensing the emotion in your eyes.

No response was needed as you immediately threw yourself onto his chest at the invitation.

He took that as a positive answer and gently wrapped his arms around your figure.

Mingi

Your story with Mingi first started when one day he called for assistance in the recording studio. It was late at night and all staff had already gone home—except you.

You walked into the studio with the sight of his tall figure leaning over the recording controls, turning each and every one of them, which frankly, didn’t sit well with you as a tech professional. You quickly took control, fixed the issue and ever since that day, the two of you started working together very often.

Your personalities matched on many different levels and there was never a dull moment when the two of you were in the room.

It didn’t take long for Mingi to get attached and develop feelings. He just felt so comfortable and happy around you that nothing else mattered to him.

On the other hand, any time you got these kind of thoughts, you denied them and just kept yourself busy until you forgot about it. There was no way you could allow yourself to get attached again. You were stupid once—you didn’t want to do that to yourself again.

So basically your plan was to ignore it, unless you had to face it which would never occur.

Or would it.

What started as your typical day ended up being way more meaningful than you had anticipated.

You entered Mingi’s studio as he had texted you that he needed some assistance—only the assistance part was really just an excuse to get you to record a new special song that he had been working on.

“Thanks for coming, Y/n”, he said as he pulled a chair for you, carefully observing until you sat down comfortably.

“You don’t need to thank me, it’s not the first time I come to help”, you reassured, although you felt like the aura around him was different today. He seemed way more cautious with his words and actions.

“So, what are we working on today?” you asked, flashing him with your best smile.

“Today we’re actually going to record something new. Something that I’ve never done before, which I think makes it even more special”

“Okay, let’s begin then…”

“Before you record though, make sure to listen carefully to the lyrics. They’re a very important part of this project”, he said as he was firmly holding on to the piece of paper the lyrics were written on.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be very focused”, you reassured and he smiled briefly before turning to put his headphones on.

You clicked the record button and from the first word, you already knew who the lyrics were written for.

You.

After listening to the most beautiful message that anyone had ever written for you for the last two minutes, your reaction came out of nowhere even for you. Before you knew it, you were covered in tears running to the closest bathroom.

Mingi managed to follow quickly behind you, even though he was going through his own state of panic. Did he say something wrong? Did he hurt you? Are you okay? These were all questions circling inside his brain as he was now stood in front of the bathroom that you locked yourself in.

“Y/n?”, he called as he pressed a hand on the door and listened closely for any sign from you. Unfortunately, the only sign that gave away your presence were your loud sobs, which broke his heart.

“I’m really sorry if I did or said anything to hurt you. It was never my intention, I—” he was about to continue when the clicking of the door interrupted him.

“Please stop talking”, was the first thing you said as you swung the door open, “You didn’t do anything to hurt me, you’ve been the sweetest, most gentle person ever. So stop blaming yourself. It was me. I hurt myself”.

“I don’t think I’m following…but wait, before you continue, can I wipe your tears away? Because seeing you like this is making me cry” he asked in a genuine voice, making you notice that his eyes were in fact glossy. You couldn’t believe how sweet of a soul he was.

“Oh yeah, sure…sorry”

“No, don’t apologise. These are feelings and you’re not meant to apologise for them”, he reassured as he carefully brought his thumbs closer to your cheeks and wiped the stray tears away. His gesture made you blush, but at this stage you didn’t care, you just wanted to tell him everything.

“I hurt myself by catching feelings for you, Mingi”

“And why is catching feelings a bad thing?”

“Because I know you’ll leave once I tell you this”

“This?” he questioned, confused.

“I’m asexual”, you blurted out. Mingi’s immediate reaction wasn’t something that you had seen in the different scenarios you had created in your head.

His face softened at your words as a slight chuckle escaped his lips. With no warning, he leaned closer and wrapped his strong arms around your upper body. He kept a strong hold on you, making you melt in his embrace.

“You’re so cute, you know that…”, he said as he gently let go of the hug and looked into your eyes with that same soft smile of his. “I can’t believe you thought that something like this would make me leave you. I know I have a bit of a rough image amongst my fans, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m here to stay, beautiful. Like I said in my rap for you, My heart is open for the full and real version of you”

“So you’re sure? It’s not a deal breaker? And please don’t lie, because—” you were interrupted as he pressed his finger to your lips.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about and I’m not just saying that, I will prove it with my actions. Also, I am such a bad liar that you would immediately know if I was lying”, he said and that made you chuckle. It felt like a weight was lifted off his chest when he saw you smile again.

“Okay, I trust you Mingi”, you finally reassured and blinded by happiness he gently placed his hands on the sides of your waist and lifted you in the air, twirling you around before engulfing you in another tight hug.

You didn’t expect him to be such a hugger, but you certainly weren’t complaining. This will be way easier than you thought.

Wooyoung

One of Wooyoung’s favourite activities is going for food after a long dance practice. There was this one restaurant in particular that he loved going to. At first it was the food that made him go back, but gradually the reason behind his visits changed.

It was there where the two of you met for the first time. During one of his visits, Wooyoung was so pleased with the food that he asked for the chef to come out so he could congratulate them. As it turned out, the chef was you. The moment the two of you locked eyes, your heartbeat fastened and that is something that doesn’t happen to you often.

“You’re the chef?”

“Yes, I am. I hope you enjoyed the food”, you said as your cheeks heated up.

“Enjoyed? I felt like I was in heaven with each bite I took. You’re really talented. I could feel the love you put into each dish and that’s why I wanted to thank you personally”, he complimented as a smirk formed on his face. He’s not a robot. He also felt the sparks flying through the air the moment you two saw each other—but he could tell that you were shy and he loved the idea of teasing you.

That’s why ever since that day, he visited the restaurant almost every day. He made sure that you knew of his presence each time, by either passing a note through one of the waiters or by simply calling for you.

You could tell that he really wanted to tease you and you were aware of the connection that you two had, but you didn’t want to give him false hope. Although you felt something, it takes you way longer to feel really connected and comfortable with someone.

One day, Wooyoung decided it was time to end the games and really act on his feelings. He visited the restaurant as usual, but this time he arrived way later and you noticed that. He ate his usual order and by the time he was done, it was the closing time for the restaurant.

He was asked to leave, just like the rest of the customers, so he took his things and stood outside. As you cleaned the last few dishes, you peaked through the window and saw that he was standing there. All of a sudden your heart started racing and you couldn’t help but feel nervous. You had a feeling that this was coming, but you had hoped it was just your imagination.

As you left the restaurant, you tried to act as if you didn’t see him, but that didn’t work.

“So you’re avoiding me?” he asked as he slowly walked closer, closing the distance between the two of you.

“Oh, Wooyoung! I had no idea you were standing there, sorry”, you lied and not in a convincing way.

“Yeah, right…anyways…so, I’ve been wanting to do this properly for a while, since I can tell that you’re not warming up to my other methods. Y/n, would you like to go out with me?” he asked, curious as to how you will react to his blunt question.

You were already blushing profusely and it wasn’t helping that he looked especially gorgeous that night, “I would love to actually, but I’m just a bit worried”, you expressed and his face tensed up as he heard your last words.

“Why are you worried, sweetheart?” he asked, concerned as he walked even closer and removed a strand of hair stuck to your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“I like you a lot, but it takes me a while to get comfortable and sometimes it doesn’t even happen. I’m just worried that since you seem to like physical touch, you might feel like that’s missing as our connection grows”, you shared and it did seem like his expression saddened at your words.

“I’m not going to lie, physical touch is important for me, but not in the way that you think. I actually love giving it more than receiving it, so it just makes me sad that I won’t be able to shower you with my touch, but the most important thing is that you feel comfortable. Usually, I do think—” he was about to continue when he noticed that you were fully crying, “aw, what happened? If you feel comfortable to be hugged and you want it, I’m more than happy to do that”, he reassured as he looked at you, worry written all over his face.

“Thank you, Woo. I’m okay, I just got emotional all of a sudden. I got scared that we might lose the opportunity to grow our connection because of me. I-I’m asexual, Woo” you suddenly shared and his eyes widened.

“Oh wow, t-that’s…” Wooyoung started, but his mind went blank.

“I understand…I think I’ll leave now, but thank you for your effort and thoughtfulness. I’ll never forget it”, you said and turned to leave. Feeling a few drops of water on your forehead, you realised it was starting to rain. You didn’t mind, it was actually relaxing after a full day of work.

As you walked down the street from the restaurant, you heard loud footsteps quickly catching up behind you and before you knew it, a hand pulled you gently by the wrist.

“Y/n…” he started a bit out of breath, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened to me, but I swear I just froze”

“Like I said earlier, I understand. You didn’t have to come here and apologise”

“But you don’t understand. You being asexual doesn’t change anything. I was just in shock and even that doesn’t excuse my behaviour. I just know that we have a strong connection worth exploring and we can always find ways to work with this side of you. It doesn’t worry me in any way, so unless you don’t want to, I still want to go out with you”, he confessed, causing a huge smile to form on your face.

“I’m so happy, Wooyoung. That’s literally all I wanted to hear and I couldn’t be more excited to go out with you”

“Then get ready to be swept off your feet, sweetheart”, he said with a smirk on his face.

“You already did that the first time we met”, you responded and he chuckled.

Jongho

You and Jongho have been friends for a while. The two of you met thanks to the great timing of events as he was walking to his apartment after he went for a coffee and heard a beautiful voice singing to one of his favourite songs. So of course, he had to follow the music, which led him to you. At the end of your performance, he stayed and talked to you. The two of you started talking about singing a duet and since that moment, you’ve become inseparable.

Your favourite moments with him, are when it’s just the two of you, having a drink at the end of a long day and talking about quite deep topics.

If you asked him—he would say the same.

That is also how he found out that you’re asexual. He didn’t have much of a reaction, so you still don’t know how he feels about that part of you, but you don’t want to push it. If it comes up again, then the two of you can discuss it further.

Today was one of those long days, when the only thing keeping you on your feet was the fact that you were going to meet Jongho later. You really needed his company after a few not so pleasant events that had happened in your life the previous days.

“Wow, I’ve been waiting for this moment”, you exclaimed, ready to relax and talk.

“That much? Something must’ve happened then”, he questioned, although secretly, he felt the same need to be with you and talk to you.

“Some stuff did happen for sure, but I don’t want to bore you with my unpleasant stories”

“I thought we both shared stuff with each other. It’s all good. We have a mutual understanding”, he reassured as he looked into your eyes from across the small restaurant table.

“You’re right, but I just wanted to warn you…so basically I went on three dates with this one guy…”, you started and Jongho’s jaw tensed up at your words, “he seemed very nice and thoughtful, he brought me flowers and was very gentle, but then we got to the part where I share that I’m asexual and he froze in his place. He left two seconds later without paying for his food…I know this is going to sound dramatic, but I genuinely think no guy wants me or will ever want me the way I am. I—”

“One does”, he blurted out of nowhere.

“Sorry?” you asked, not being able to connect the dots.

“I don’t know about the rest, but I know that there is one guy who wants you just the way you are”

“And who is that?” you asked, genuinely confused and oblivious.

“Seriously?” Jongho questioned as he looked at you with lifted eyebrows, “Okay listen, this time I’ll be very straightforward…that guy is me. I want you. I want to treat you just like you deserve to be treated, not how all these guys have treated you before. You deserve way more than that”, he confessed and you just stared blankly at his focused but slightly nervous expression.

“I had no idea you felt that way and to be honest, I had never thought of us that way…but I see it and I feel it. I just can’t believe you were here for me, accepting me for who I am all this time and instead of considering you as the perfect person for me, I—” you started, but Jongho gently grabbed a hold of your hand, “Don’t be harsh on yourself, it’s normal that you didn’t realise since we’re close and we meet almost every day. The main thing is what is happening with us right now”.

Before you said anything you made sure to look into his eyes, giving him full reassurance, “You’re right. Thank you, Jong. I want you to know that I’m fully willing to give us a chance and there’s no one remotely as great as you would be as my partner. I know you’re already aware, but I still have to warn you that physically our relationship might not grow at all”.

“So you’re saying yes to us?” he asked, wanting to reconfirm, although he was already smiling uncontrollably.

“Yes, but did you hear what I said at—"

“That part wasn’t, isn’t and won’t be a factor. I accepted you for who you are long ago, pretty girl”, he said, using a pet name you were not ready for, causing a wave of heat to go over you.

Seeing you get flustered was so endearing that he couldn’t not chuckle, giving a gentle squeeze to your hand that he was holding onto for a while.

_starhwa_

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why not try your ragebait tactics on your boyfriend…

[ (ateez) ] | bf!ateez, fake texts, fluff/crack | warning/s: attempted humor </3, (slightly suggestive in wy’s if you squint)

warnings+”: language, sexual (18+) ,, i think that's it?? lmk if I missed anything :)

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⋆˚࿔hongjoong

⋆˚࿔seonghwa

⋆˚࿔yunho

⋆˚࿔yeosang

⋆˚࿔san

⋆˚࿔mingi

⋆˚࿔wooyoung

⋆˚࿔jongho

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thinking about seonghwa who you meet out at a bar one night with your friends. it’s a lesbian bar, one you guys have yet to visit.

you’re only a drink and a half down when you see her on the back patio. she’s alone. smoking a cigarette while she stares out into the street.

she thinks it’s cute when you approach her. innocent. the glint in your eyes is nothing but curiosity to her. the bar is packed. it’s a friday night—the younger crowd. there’s no way you’d be more interested in her than a whole bar full of beautiful singles your own age.

you ask her name, subconsciously leaning into her. she tells you. you laugh. nothing’s funny. but the nerves keep bubbling up inside you.

she asks how old you are, and the number tumbles from your lips. she smiles. you’re so young. so much to learn. to experience.

she laughs. it’s a sound you think you’ll never forget. like sinking your face into a cold pillow. or pulling a fresh shirt on after a shower. it’s sweet, smooth. and the lips it comes from circle back around that cigarette. you eye it closely. watching how effortlessly it sits between her fingers. “i’m old enough to be your mother.” your thighs press together. she doesn’t notice.

“what are you doing later?” your voice is softer than you mean. but she hears you.

a look of confusion spreads across her face. she tells you that she’s just going to sleep when she gets home. “let me come with you.”

you’re begging at this point.

“honey,” she’s scolding you. like a teacher telling you you’ve missed the mark. “there are plenty of girls your own age that would love to go home with you tonight.”

you shake your head, eying the cigarette again. it’s sitting in front of your face this time. you wonder if she’ll put it out on you if you asked. you’d let her pick the spot. right in the center of your cheek. so could see it in the mirror every morning and remember how she’d rejected you.

and maybe that’s what you needed all along.

"I got a chance to meet Seonghwa yesterday which is great...It's always a pleasure to meet this guy...you know despite his busy schedule and everything he wanted to come see me and say hi...I was so grateful for that because I'm about to leave Korea...being able to see him in Korea was something I've always wanted to do and so we caught up a little bit"

I'm so happy that Ian seems to feel better 🙏🏻

I'm happy they found a friendship and artistic understanding in each other 🙏🏻

Where Yunho and Wooyoung get bored and decide to play a little game with you.

Prequel to 'Backseat Heat' ❤️

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Part 1

The game is in full swing, the crowd roaring every time their team makes a play. You, Wooyoung and Yunho have slipped away to the upper deck where the seats are emptier and the lights dimmer to watch the game in peace…or so you thought.

You're sandwiched tightly between them on the narrow bench, your left thigh pressed against Yunho's long leg, your right against Wooyoung's. An oversized blanket covers all three of your laps. “For the evening chill,” Yunho had told you.

He leans back casually, red cap turned backwards, blond hair tousled and glowing softly under the stadium lights. You were weak for this version of him and he knew it.

His arm drapes along the back of the bench behind you, fingers lightly tracing circles on your shoulder, innocent enough that anyone glancing over would think he's just being affectionate.

Wooyoung, on your other side, has his white cap pulled low and black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, pretending to scroll through his phone while his free hand rests on your knee under the blanket.

It starts slow.

Yunho's fingers drift down from your shoulder to the side of your neck, brushing lightly, then lower along your collarbone. "You look so pretty tonight," he murmurs, voice low and teasing. His blond fringe falls forward as he leans in closer, pretending to point something out on the field. Under the blanket, his other hand slides up your thigh, warm and heavy, squeezing gently.

Wooyoung chuckles softly on your right, mirroring the movement. His hand creeps higher up your inner thigh, fingertips dancing just under the hem of your shorts. Your breath catches and of course they notice immediately. They look at each other knowingly before Wooyoung leans in.

“Tell me baby,” Wooyoung whispers against your ear, voice low and teasing. “You’ve been squirming between us since we sat down… You want our hands on you right here, don’t you?”

You don’t answer - you can’t, not with people a few rows away - but your silence and the way your thighs press together say everything.

Heat floods your face as Wooyoung’s fingers brush teasingly against your clothed heat, confirming exactly what he suspected.

“Fuck, she's soaked.” He looks at Yunho who is grinning wickedly already. “Ok baby, let's play… but you have to be quiet, okay?”

Your heart races. You try to keep your face neutral, eyes fixed on the players below, but you can't help but gasp softly when Yunho’s long fingers slip under the blanket and between your legs from the left.

He doesn’t rush, tracing the seam of your shorts first, then pushing the fabric aside, gliding two thick fingers along your folds over your panties. The slow, teasing pressure makes your hips twitch.

“Shhh,” Yunho warns gently, his deep voice vibrating close to your ear. “Remember… not a sound. There are still people a few rows down.”

Wooyoung’s fingers join seconds later from the right. He tugs your panties to the side with practiced ease, and now both of them have access. Yunho focuses on your clit, slow deliberate circles with his fingertips, spreading your growing wetness.

Wooyoung teases your entrance, dipping just the tip of one finger inside before pulling back, then two, stretching you open lazily while the game cheers mask any tiny sounds.

You’re completely trapped between their bodies, Yunho’s tall frame on one side, solid and warm, his free hand now resting possessively on your other thigh to keep your legs parted; Wooyoung pressed tight on the right, his shoulder brushing yours, glasses slipping down as he concentrates on the way his fingers curl inside you.

Their rhythm builds gradually: Yunho rubbing tighter, faster circles on your swollen clit while Wooyoung pumps two fingers deeper, scissoring gently, finding that spot that makes your toes curl.

They work together like they share one filthy mind. Every time Yunho presses firmer on your clit, Wooyoung thrusts deeper and curls harder.

When your hips twitch, their free hands press firmly on your outer thighs under the blanket, holding you open and trapped between their warm, solid bodies. The roaring crowd and stadium lights make it dangerously easy… no one would ever guess what’s happening underneath.

Your breathing turns shallow. You bite your lip hard, gripping the edge of the bench. A soft whimper escapes before you can stop it.

Wooyoung’s hand stills for a second.

“Careful,” he whispers, voice dripping with amusement. “Someone’s gonna notice if you keep making those pretty noises.” But he doesn’t stop. He adds a third finger, stretching you fuller, thrusting slow and deep while Yunho’s fingers press firmer on your clit, rubbing in perfect sync.

Yunho leans in even closer, hair brushing your cheek, lips ghosting your temple. “You’re soaking our hands already. So good for us, staying quiet like this.” His fingers speed up just a little, the slick sounds thankfully hidden by the roaring crowd.

Wooyoung curls his fingers again and again against that sensitive spot, his thumb occasionally brushing Yunho’s on your clit, the dual stimulation driving you insane.

Your thighs start trembling uncontrollably. Sweat beads on your skin. Every muscle is tight as you fight to keep still… no moaning, no obvious moving, just the overwhelming feeling of both their skilled hands working you.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Yunho murmurs, voice husky. “I can feel you clenching around Woo’s fingers. Come for us, baby. Right here. Just don’t let them hear.”

The orgasm hits you like a wave.

You bury your face in Yunho’s red jersey, muffling your broken, shaking moan against his chest as your whole body convulses violently between them, thighs clamping around their hands as pleasure crashes through you.

They don’t stop. Yunho keeps those tight circles going through every pulse, Wooyoung curls his fingers deep and holds them there, milking every last tremor until you’re a trembling, oversensitive mess.

Only when the aftershocks fade do they slowly withdraw their hands. Yunho casually brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean while locking eyes with you, a wicked smirk on his lips.

Wooyoung adjusts your shorts and panties back into place with gentle fingers, then makes a peace sign toward the field like nothing happened, glasses still slightly fogged.

ROARRRRRR OH WOAHHHHHH WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF and that's all the context you need!