#atinywrites

The soft touch on your arm brought you out of your thoughts as you looked in the direction of said touch.

“Hey, I’ve been calling out to you for a while,” Jongho smiled softly, sliding your boba order to you. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, sitting in the chair across from you, tilting his head cutely.

“I’m sorry,” You said sheepishly, “Thank you for the boba.”

He hummed quietly, studying your face. Jongho leaned forward and you jumped when you felt his hand on your knee, smoothing a thumb over it.

“I’m-” You start, your throat suddenly dry, unsure if you should continue with this tiny confession.

He waited patiently for you to gather your thoughts and squeezed your knee in support.

“I’m nervous,” Your face heats up, the tips of your ears turning red. “You make me nervous.”

He couldn’t resist poking fun at you. “Don’t let Wooyoung hear you, he’ll tease you for the rest of your lives.”

You groan and throw yourself to the back of the chair, your body sagging and shoulders deflating. “Can we please not talk about my brother right now, it’s bad enough that I’m related to him.”

“Okay, okay,” Jongho yields, pulling his chair around the table so that he sits next to you and not across from you. Once he’s close enough, he leans in. “So I make you nervous, huh?” His mouth pulls up into a smile, eyebrows jumping. He catches your swinging hand, entwining your fingers and bringing it to rest on his lap.

“Confessing to you was a mistake,” You scoff, your shoe bumping into his when you lightly kick him in retaliation. “If I never said anything on that fateful day, it wouldn’t have led to this date and I wouldn’t end up bullied like this.”

The incredulous laugh that leaves his mouth a little too loudly causes some people to look in your direction. “You’re the main antagonist here,” Jongho exclaims, his eyes wide and mouth open in shock at the brazen audacity. “You and Wooyoung are both little shits that get away with everything.”

You laugh gleefully, squeezing his hand lovingly. “And you let me.”

“Oh, absolutely.” He says, the hearts in his eyes sparkling.

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FIRST I F ALL I HAVE TO SCREAM HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU ALWAYS

1. Hwa- you are such a calming and nature presence for me, even though you are younger, but you also fully have your crackhead side to you.

2. Braincell - we share a whole one and it is our child

3. Hearts- for obvious reasons

Yunho smiles at the worker as he pays, taking the cone and handing it to you. You eagerly dig in with happiness shining in your eyes as soon as the spoonful of sugary sweetness reaches your tongue. He can’t help but melt at your cuteness and look at you lovingly.

You hold the cone between your bodies and welcome the warm breeze that comes and goes from your place at the table outside the ice cream shop.

“I swear ice cream can cure anything,” You sigh, taking a bite out of the waffle cone. “Thank you, baby.”

Yunho grins, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth where a smudge of ice cream had marked your skin. He then laughs when you whine and pout at him for not kissing you properly. “You’re welcome, angel, I’m sorry you had a horrible day. I can at least try to make it better.”

Your eyes soften and your heart swells at his words as he feeds you ice cream from his spoon.

“You being with me always makes it better,” You smile, placing a hand on his cheek and pull him closer to steal a kiss. “I love you.”

His cheeks flush as he gives you a smile, suddenly getting shy.  “I love you too.”

“So cute,” You coo, pinching his cheeks. He sticks his tongue out at you, swatting your hands away and leaning back to escape your teasing. You leave the rest of the ice cream for him and hand him the cone which he takes to finish the rest.

After he stands up to throw away your trash, he pulls you up by your hand and begins walking in the direction of your shared home. 

Your hands intertwine and sway lightly in between your bodies. Your other hand comes up to rest on his bicep as your head leans against his shoulder. The comfortable silence blankets over you as you enjoy each other’s company.

“Thank you for treating me,” You look up at him, bouncing up to your tip-toes to press a quick kiss to his jaw. Yunho hums as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“Any time.”

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here for the timestamp! 3:55pm + hongjoong (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

you’re so cute :( thank you for being a sweetheart ❤️ also... this is officially my very first timestamp :’) and that reminds me... I have to update my masterlists 😩

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hongjoong timestamp // 3:55pm

“Hello! I’m sorry, we’re-” You called out from the back when you heard the bell announcing a customer coming in. “-closed.” You finished with a whisper when you stopped at the front counter.

Your boyfriend stood in front of you with an easy-going grin on his bare face, hands stuffed into his oversized bomber jacket.

“You’re supposed to be on tour right now,” You murmur into the air, “and you have a concert tomorrow.”

“I know and I’m taking the first flight out but I really needed to do something.” Hongjoong said softly, coming closer to the counter. 

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He let a puff of air pass through his nose that was supposed to resemble something like a soundless laugh. The reflection of light from the hallway and a blob that briefly appeared on his monitor alerted him of someone coming in. There was only one person who would always come in quietly and respectfully, careful around the equipment and mindful when maneuvering through the space.

Note: Okay so this is literally the most dumbest thing I’ve wrote to date. I literally have such a hard time with enemies to lovers aus so hopefully this turned out okay. Also.... i kind of made it college au too.......... oops.

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No one knew how the day would end. It’s always something from day to day. Unpredictable. The only stable variable in this equation the boys had concluded was the fact that you both hated each other. This instance was no different as San sighed heavily, turning to Hongjoong, the leader of the dance team on campus. “Hongjoong, come put a leash and muzzle on your dog.”

You immediately felt the heat of your anger turn from a flame to a full on blaze of destruction. “I didn’t know you were into that. Make sure to get a shock collar for San too.” Usually you liked to pick fights with him because it was hot watching his reactions come almost instantly. Like when he gets a tick in his jaw or when his gaze turns deadly as he looks at you with hard eyes, challenging you to continue. You are more than ready to meet his challenge at any time. The way you run your mouth constantly at him gets to him more than he’d like to admit. And god did he love it.

“That’s it, I’m calling it a day,” Hongjoong huffs, picking up his bag with the rest of the boys following suit. “We can never have a normal practice.”

As some of the boys filter out, San waits until no one else is in the room when he storms over to your turned back and snatches your arm to twist you around and pull you flush against his chest. “You are the biggest brat and you drive me absolutely crazy.” He growls, grabbing at your chin. “But why is it that I’m still in love with you at the end of the day?”

I apologize for the long wait 😭 I have no excuse 😭 but to make up for it I wrote a little more than I was supposed to 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

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Your heart beat rapidly as adrenaline pumped throughout your body. The only thing on your mind right now is survival. As the swords clashed together, the ship rocked to the side, sending you to the floor of the deck. The tip of the sword lodges itself right where your head would have been if you hadn’t rolled away in time. Your limbs were screaming for rest but you knew that any moment of weakness could get you killed.

As you find purchase on your knees, you swipe your weapon at the waistline of your attacker. He jumps back, giving you time to get to your feet. You kick at his wrist, the sword in his grip flinging backwards as his other hand comes up to bunch the shoulder of your jacket in his fist. The garment falls limp in his hold as you quickly slip out of it, stepping up on the box crate directly to your left. Before he could blink, you were on top of him with one knee on his chest and the other at his side as his back hit the wooden planks with a thud. The knife at his throat dug into his skin, nicking him with the slightest movement.

“That’s no fair, Jagi,” San whined, wriggling in your hold. “You always win.”

“That’s what you get for playing these games with me,” You snicker in his face, sitting up but making no effort to move. “You always think that sneaking up on me and starting fights you can’t win will get you somewhere.”

“I won once!” He cried, sitting up and pulling you close.

“Yeah when I was pregnant with twins and very sick.” You rolled your eyes. “Even then you cried like a baby because I gave you this scar.” Your thumb traces the raised skin that interrupted the path of his eyebrow hair. He opened his mouth to say something snarky but was cut off by the look you gave him.

no one asked for this once again but here’s pt 2 to the yunho fallen angel au I posted a little while ago. It might be too much but I was thinking maybe pt 3? if it’s worth it to continue or maybe I should stop here... let me know your comments!

read part one here

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Months have gone by, thinking you would have found him by now but it seems like you never will. You kicked at a pebble on the way to the boba place down the street from your apartment. The thoughts of you possibly never finding him clouding your mind as you sent a particularly hard hit to the rock making it fling up and into the calf of the person in front of you.

“I’m so sorry!” You immediately bow, apologizing repeatedly.

“It’s okay, Miss.”

That voice. You would know it anywhere.

“Yu-Yunho?” You murmur, slowly standing straight and looking into the eyes of the beautiful man that left you.

“Excuse me, do we know each other?” He questions, his head tilting cutely like he always did when he was confused. The most adorable habit he had.

“We’re old friends,” You smile warmly, hot flashes of pain searing your heart.

“I’m sorry I can’t remember,” His eyebrows came together, frustrated with himself that he forgot. “How about a meal together?”

“That would be lovely.” You answer, falling into step next to him, halting when he stops at a tree.

“Do you like peach blossoms?” Yunho asks, his fingers careful when plucking one from a branch.

“They are my favorite.” Only because you loved them so much, you added but only as a thought.

“They are mine as well,” He turns to you and smiles, holding it out to you. “My heart aches every time I see them, like I’m longing for a lost love.” He looks like he wants to say more, like he’s battling with himself on what wants to escape past his pillowy lips.

“Are you okay?” You ask as you take the small flower, concerned that he looked so troubled.