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spending summer vacation at your aunts beach house? perfect. the buff, tanned, and very curious lifeguard taking a liking in you? even more perfect. having to leave him behind...? not-so-perfect.
warnings | suggestive, swearing, rin wants san and she wants him NOW, wooyoung is drunk, smoking weed, alcohol, soobin.
wc. 900
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âdid wooyoung just admit to loving jihyo?â yeosang chuckles as he shows you the comment wooyoung left on his post.
you shrug, âheâs drunk. he doesnât even know where he is right now.â at some point after wooyoung came with two cans of beer, soobin ran off. now, where he ran off to is beyond you. itâs beyond anyone, actually.
âhey! i hear you,â wooyoung slurs his words as he wobbles towards the two of you, âif you get to smoke then i get to drink.â
âoh i see, where are we again?â you ask.
âuhhh- hic- the pool, duh. do you not see the- hic- water?â you look at yeosang with your eyebrow raised. point proven. âhey! i donât love jihyo.â
âi never said you did, honey.â
âaaawwwww i love you soooo muchhhhâ you grimace as he rubs his body all over your own. mina steps next to you guys and peels him off you, dragging him away towards the bonfire.
âpersonal space, woo,â she drones.
heâs switched victims now, âmmm minnaaaa you smell so nice,â how unfortunate for mina, your inner thoughts tell you. you take the opportunity to slip away and head towards the bonfire where you last saw the rest of the group, spotting an empty seat and taking it without hesitation. as you look around you donât see many familiar faces, only mina and wooyoung but sheâs too busy dragging him across the beach.
as if answering your prayers⌠âyo, take the rest of this for me,â you look up to your left and see soobin holding out a half-smoked blunt to you.
âback so soon? you donât want it?â
âi wouldnât be giving it to you if i did,â he sighs as he sits in the sand next to you. you shrug, placing your beer can in the built-in cup holder on your seat and hold your hand out for a lighter.
you take a slow drag of the blunt, the smoke engulfing the area once you exhale. âdid you lace this?â you question, tossing the lighter back to him.
soobin quirks his eyebrow at you, âi donât know, did i?â watching the slight horrified look form on your face he laughs, âchill, iâm not that type of dealer.â
âsoobin! come here, giselle needs you!â a voice calls from the distance. soobin throws his head back with a groan, eliciting a snicker out of you.
âof course she does, that fucking druggie,â he sighs as he stands now, âenjoy my parting gift.â and with that he jogs off. what even is life right now? you canât help but think as your eyes follow him.
your eyes close as you lean back in your seat, taking hits here and there with a relaxed sigh. the mixture of sounds flooding your earsâvery loud conversations, music, and the splashing of waves crashing down on the sand. just as you pull your beer can up to your face, you can feel a warm presence to your right. naturally, you look over. big mistake.
âitâs pretty warm tonight,â san states, folding his lips together. he takes the empty seat next to you and begins watching the bonfire, awarding you the privilege of noticing the dimple on his cheek, cute. your heart rate has tripled just being in his presence, and you pray his affect on you isnât noticeable.
âmhm, it is summer after all.â
âi was going to offer you a sweater considering youâre only wearingâŚâ his eyes rake over your body, âthat. but thatâd be a bit contradictory, wouldnât it?â a chuckle leaves his lips as you let out a puff of air.
âjust a tad.â the two of you stare at one another for a moment, the tension palpable. you canât help but to gaze at his perfectly-carved body, damn near drooling at the sight. pathetic? maybe, but you are only a girl after all. a girl who knows what she wants, even just for a moment.
you extend your hand out to him, offering the blunt. a smirk grows on his face before he takes it from you, puffing on it once or twice. itâs silent for a beat, âmy nameâs san, although you already know that. i figured itâd be nice to introduce myself in person,â heâs handing the blunt back now, which you gladly take.
âwhat would you say if i told you i didnât know your name?â you tilt your head, a mischievous smile plastered on your face.
he looks towards the fire once again, mischief plastered all over his features, âiâd say youâre full of it.â
âarenât you humble,â the playful tone in your voice tells him you arenât being serious, âiâm haerin.â
his tongue pokes at his cheek, that fucking smirk still smeared on his face. heâs shirtless, as usual, and in his lifeguard attire. red swim shorts, whistle around his neck, and sunglasses slicking his hair back. youâd be lying if you said he wasnât a sight to see.
your legs cross now as you lean forward a bit, taking another hit of the blunt whilst eyeing him, âletâs say i donât know how to swim. would you blow the whistle if i ran into the water?â you ask, a seductive undertone in your voice. youâre testing him. the smoke passed through your lips as you spoke, elbow resting on your thigh with your chin nestled in your palm.
âhuh?â his head snaps to look at you now. what did you just say to him?
âwould you blow the whistle,â you nod your head towards his neck, âif i went in the water.â he seems to be in a daze. confused? oddly attracted? all of the above. his lips are parted, eyebrows pinched together just slightly. his hazy eyes stay glued to your glossed-over ones.
âyeah,â san breathes out. he has no idea what heâs saying yes to. nothing but you clouding his mind. youâre really pretty, prettier than any of the girls heâs messed around with before. he would even call you beautiful if he ever finds the courage to do so.
you smile, âalright, letâs find out,â you stand now, handing him the blunt and walking away, which somehow makes this all the more confusing for san. you arenât walking in the direction of the waterâbut instead towards the bathhouse. he may or may not have taken that literally. you look over your shoulder, throwing a smile his way. you cominâ loverboy?
san has never had a woman take the initiative before, let alone this soon. he doesnât know what to do. granted, he knew what he was coming here for before he even got here. but itâs never been this easy for him. he barely even got the chance to shimmy his way into your heart. youâve genuinely shocked him to his core. is he daydreaming? he repeats what you just said to him over and over again while watching you gain more and more distance. blow the whistle? what the fuck does she mean byâ
oh.
oh.
will he blow the whistle? fuck, yes he will. his feet move before his brain can tell him no, taking a hit from the blunt before charging after you. the two of you disappear into the bathhouse, your giggles being drowned out by the crowd and music as he pulls you close to him.
yeah, this summer will be one for the books.
rin stand up omg⌠girl donât do thaaatttt⌠i say as i make them do it đ also the wc isnât accurate, i added extra things after i did the wc. but itâs not far off :))
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spending summer vacation at your aunts beach house? perfect. the buff, tanned, and very curious lifeguard taking a liking in you? even more perfect. having to leave him behind...? not-so-perfect.
warnings | swearing, jihyo tells wooyoung to die, a bit suggestive (they briefly talk abt wooyoungs sex life), teaaaaa omg, ignore the timestamps oops TYPOS IGNORE
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did u guys see that lil plot twist oop tea omg teeeeaaaaa
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spending summer vacation at your aunts beach house? perfect. the buff, tanned, and very curious lifeguard taking a liking in you? even more perfect. having to leave him behind...? not-so-perfect.
warnings | mentions of sexuality, swearing, gossip, bickering, jihyo has a stick up her ass, typo spotted sorry </3
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throwing it out thereâik the song isnât named surboard it just felt fitting đđ
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spending summer vacation at your aunts beach house? perfect. the buff, tanned, and very curious lifeguard taking a liking in you? even more perfect. having to leave him behind...? not-so-perfect.
warnings | swearing, ignore the dates but pay attention to the time bc it may be confusing otherwise, there might be a typo or two⌠or threeâŚ
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double update bc i felt like the first chapter wasnât enough. i canât wait for this to get juicy omg u guys better be ready.
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spending summer vacation at your aunts beach house? perfect. the buff, tanned, and very curious lifeguard taking a liking in you? even more perfect. having to leave him behind� not-so-perfect.
lifeguard!san x fem!oc, smau, second person pov (you ARE the oc), multiple povs, set fc (sana), drama, maybe angst if youâre squinting, fluff, suggestive scenes, attempt at humor/crack, flirting, use of kys/kms jokes, gay jokes, drugs & alcohol, kissing, slight violence, fear of abandonment, mommy/daddy issues, insensitive & selfish behavior, chapter-relevant tags will follow.
ââ wait im so excited for this OMGOMGOGM my first series! i didnât know if i wanted to make this an exclusively written story or a smau⌠but u can clearly see how that went. i do apologize for any inaccuracies with timestamps, i already know iâll probably forget about it in the near future. well, i guess thatâs all i really have to say. please enjoy, reblog, like, and comment to your hearts desire!
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start date â may 14, 2026
end date â tbd
status â ongoing
featuring â sana of twice (oc), jihyo of twice, mina of twice, juyeon of the boyz, soobin of txt, giselle of aespa, san, seonghwa, yeosang, wooyoung, and jongho of ateez
CHAPTERS. written chapters â .á
meet the cast! (1) | meet the cast! (2)
i. coming soon âŚ
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sadness, anger, happiness, that boy sure knows how to make your senses tingle, and itâs been that way since you were introduced as the final member of ateez. the only girl of ateez. you sure do have a favorite, donât you?
idol!wooyoung x idol!fem!reader, 9th member reader, members/best friends to potential lovers?, 18+, unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, semi public sex? (theyâre in a dressing room), mr. and mrs. giggleshits, set during work era â> adrenaline era, a little awk, dirty talk, breeding kink ?, pet names (baby, slut, good girl, etc.), cheating, breakup, slight comfort, reader is dating jaehyun (nct), smut with plot, angst, fluff, mmm i think thatâs about it
ââ wc. 8.5k
ââ omg this is my first ever post on here and it turned out to be waaaay longer than i had intended, honestly. iâve had this idea in my head for a while and knew nobody else was gonna do it so i had to take matters into my own hands. iâd like to mention that this is NOT proofread. if you see any typos pls lmk !! i really hope u enjoy it, byeeeee >á´<
inhale.
exhale.
everything is fine, youâre okay. itâs not like youâre about to walk into a room full of people youâve never met before or anything. oh! and even better, youâll be with them for the rest of your life. how perfect. itâs not a huge change, i mean, youâve been working for this since you were what, sixteen? or was it fifteen? hell, who knows? all you know is youâre an eighteen year old girl ready to change her life forever.
âcome in!â that pulls you out of it. the rough voice coming from the other side of the frosted glass door has just enough power to make your hand rest on the handle.
you want this. you need this.
one more inhale, another exhale. you push the door open and immediate chaos floods all five of your senses.
boys. eight boys are seen on the couch in the corner of the room, some goofing off with one another and some staying to themselves.
loud, itâs so loud in here, why? oh, that might be due to the four boys practically screaming over each other as they argue about whatever the fuck the current topic is.
cologne. it reeks of testosterone in here. woody, fresh, warm, musky. wait, it kind of smells really good. not important.
oh god, here comes the cotton mouth. your mouth tastes bitter and your whole body has run cold, or hot. are you sweating? fuck if you know. you reach up to touch your forehead. no, yeah, definitely sweating. why are you so cold? oh no, no, no.
consider your world completely and utterly fucking. rocked.
boys? why would i ever want to be surrounded by boys all day, every day?
i thought i would be with a group of girls.
they didnât specify this in the papers.
god, please save me, tell me this is a dream. i canât live a life like this. iâm gonna pass out. there is entirely too much going on in this room. is the room spinning?
you exhausted all of the possibilities in your head long before opening the door. but this? this was not one of them.
one of the eight boys looks up at you. he has sharp features. asymmetrical eyes, you clock that almost immediately as they pierce through you. heâs clad in a red bape and ape hoodie and black adidas sweatpants. brown hair, tanned skin, big, perfect nose. he nods towards you and goes right back to his phone. the smirk on his face certainly not going unnoticed by you.
you know what? okay, yeah.
âwooyoung, please, not right now,â you breathe out. you guys have just wrapped up practice for your latest comeback; work. and boy, oh boy, are you fucking working.
âpleaseeeee,â he begs, âitâll only take a minute.â
âokay, then you can wait for just a minute,â you pant. keep in mind, currently laying on the floor here. dropped dead. limbs numb. sweating from your scalp to your little piggies. what does wooyoung want? glad you asked! tiktok. he wants to make a fucking tiktok fresh after practice. âhow do you have the energy to even want to make a tiktok right now, dude?â
âum, because the choreo isnât as draining as youâre making it seem? and even then, youâve been stumbling over your feet all day,â he sits next to you on the floor, holding himself up with his arms as he cocks his head at you. at this point, the rest of the boys have exited the room for water, food, or their beds.
you chew on the inside of your cheek as you figure out what to say. honestly? you havenât eaten in two days, certain parts of the choreo arenât sticking with you like they usually would, youâre distracted, dissociated, not all there with the rest of the world. your boyfriend is currently on tour, and youâve had this gut wrenching feeling eating away at you ever since he left. i love you baby, you know that, right? he had said. weird, but also, not weird? you say you love each other every time youâre going to be separated for a while, so why did it feel different this time?
âhello?â wooyoungs fingers snap in front of your face, âare you still with me, darling?â you blink.
âdid you just snap at me?â
âwell, yes.â
a moment of silence.
you spring forward and drag him onto the floor with you, punching his sides, âdo. you. want. to. die?â you grunt between punches as he laughs, pleading with you. after a moment you both sit up, âiâm fine, wooyoung, donât worry. i do have to go to my dorm though, so, have fun!â you squeak as you jump up onto your feet, almost losing your balance.
wooyoungs face scrunches up, âwhat are you in such a rush for? gotta call your boytoy?â
âheâs my boyfriend, not boytoy. get it right. but since youâre so curious, no, actually, iâm just ready to strip naked and wash my ass.â
âyeah whatever, didnât need to know all that,â itâs silent as he watches you pack up your belongings from the floor. his feet wiggle in place, fighting the urge to help you pack up. he can hear it now, i am an independent woman, why the fuck would i need you to do that for me? he chuckles to himself before noticing a bruise on the back of your arm, immediately perking up, âwhat happened there?â
âhuh?â you turn to look at him, then to the back of your arm where he was gesturing, âoh, mingi happened. i slammed into him earlier, remember? turns out heâs made of stone instead of skin and bones.â
âah, right. make sure you take care of that.â
your eyebrows furrow as you chuckle and turn to face him again, âitâs a bruise wooyoung, not a stab wound. itâll take care of itself.â
âstill, donât put pressure on it when you sleep tonight,â he states as he finally gets up and makes his way towards the door with you, âit could make it worse, or something.â he shrugs.
âsir yes sir, dr. jung,â you salute as you turn to walk your separate ways. wooyoung slings his already-packed-bag over his shoulder and watches you turn the corridor. with a sigh, he turns and makes his way over to his dorm.
perk number one of being the only girl in ateez: you get your own dorm. it gives you a break from boys in your fully furnished, cozy, warm, space. now, yunho and yeosangs dorm? a literal cardboard box. you couldnât be paid enough to live in that.
you let out a sigh upon entering your dorm, sliding off your shoes and into your slippers. dropping your bag and keys off at the door, you beeline to your room and rip your drawers open.
underwear, shirt, what else, what else⌠oh!
you throw the clothes on your king sized bed, moving towards your vanity where you keep your self care. you snatch your favorite scents off the shelves and toss them on the bed with your clothes. itâs go time, baby.
the bathroom is humid and smells like the gingerbread man drowned in the tub, just how you like it. bubbles are engulfing your body, music is playing on the speaker beside you, youâve got your wine glass in your hand, vanilla candle lit. what else could you possibly need?
âŚ
why did your music stop..?
ring ring ring
your eyes snap open. you have got to be kidding me.
the growl that escapes your throat is beastly, leaning over the wall of the bathtub to grab your phone.
incoming call: my baby <3
the smile that appears on your face is bright enough to light millions of galaxies. of course, you answer with much enthusiasm. âhi baby! i miss you so much. howâs tour?â
âi miss you too, whatâre you doing?â okay fuck me and my question then. from the looks of it, heâs laying in his hotel bed. all you can see is the top of his head though, strange?
âiâm taking a nice relaxing bath, soaking in the peace while i have some. todayâs practice was so tiring.â
âmm,â he groans out. itâs silent for a beat before he speaks again, âfuck- i miss you, baby,â he sounds breathless.
um. âi miss you too⌠are you feeling okay?â your eyebrows furrow with concern. his camera moved down a bit more, you can see his whole face now. his eyes are closed, his bottom lip squeezed between his teeth, eyebrows pinched together. it seems he has no shirt on also, which is pretty normal for him.
ây-yeah, iâm just tired,â his eyes open to look at you now, droopy.
âoh- well, iâll let you go then. get some rest, okay?â
âalright. b-bye,â he stutters. right before he hangs up the phone, yes, he hangs up, you hear a moan. well, no not a moan. a groan? squeak? whatever the fuck it was, it didnât come from him. it was high pitched, feminine.
the fuck?
your thumbs move faster than your brain.
you: what the fuck was that?
12:28am
you: hello?
12:46am
you: jaehyun r u srs
you: did u fall asleep
1:13am
you: annyeonghaseyo what the fuck ????
now here you are, laying in your bed. restless, stressed, sad. you have pretty damn good ears, thereâs no chance that they could be deceiving you right now. itâs been almost two hours since he hung up and you bolted out of the bathroom. you donât understand, everything was fine before he left. what couldâve happened within the span of a few days?
you didnât get a wink of sleep. maybe an hour â no, thatâs a reach. you slept for thirty minutes before your alarm clock began screaming at you to wake up. ten seconds later, here comes the banging on the door.
âwhat, literally what?â you yelled as you stomped towards the door, swinging it open harshly.
âoh- good morning to you, too,â wooyoung waves before pushing past you and into your living room. âyou look like shit, by the way.â
youâre surprised your eyes didnât get stuck in the back of your head with the force you rolled them with. âwe donât have practice for another three hours wooyoung, why are you here?â
âiâm here to chill and eat your snacks beforehand, duh. call it practice pregame,â he says matter-of-factly.
âthe whole point of me having my own dorm was so that none of you could be in here with me. get out,â you deadpanned as you made your way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
âwell thatâs kind of hard to avoid, iâm only a building away. plus, san, mingi, and seonghwa literally live a door down.â
âyeah, a door down, not in my guest bedroom.â
wooyoung scoffs and turns his body away from the tv, really watching you now, âwhatâs up with you today? youâre awfully snappyâ
you place your glass on the island counter and stare at him for second. heâs serious, isnât he? âgee, i donât know, maybe because i only got thirty minutes of sleep before i was woken up by a psychotic alarm clock at seven in the fucking morning! then an even more psychotic manâwho is currently sitting on my couch, barged into my home, chose to bother me on a morning that wouldnât have been any better anyways but at least i wouldnât have to worry about being disturbed by youââ you ramble, your hands flailing all over the place as you go on and on.
wooyoung? he listens. he could tell something has been bothering you these past few days, he knows itâs best for you to let it all out now than later. in the midst of your breakdown he rises from the couch and moves to sit across from where you stand instead.
âi tried to have a relaxing night last night before my fucking boyfriend called meââ
âi thought you were excited to talk to him?â
âoh, just you fucking wait. so, he ended up calling me while i was in the bath. when i answered he sounded very⌠tired? i guess, i have no idea anymore. iâm so fucking confused,â you hold your head in your hands as you recall what happened last night, âhe fucking called me, okay? i knew something was off when i answered and the only thing i could see was his stupid fucking forehead for the first two minutes.â
âtwo minutes? but thââ
âit was a short conversation,â you cut wooyoung off, holding your hand up, âi tried to talk to him about my day, you know, normal couple things. told him about practice, all that good shit. whatâd he say? mm. fucking mm?!â you exclaimed, âand it didnât even sound like an mm of acknowledgement, it sounded horny as fuck! he was all likeâmm fuck, baby i miss you, like, get out of my face.â
wooyoung rolled his eyes, not at youânever at you, but at what he was hearing. he was simply distraught at the fact that anyone could be so vague and passive with you, one of the most charismatic people he knows. although he canât blame him if he was in fact horny.
âthatâs not even it, wooyoung. he starts⌠moaning? groaning? i donât know, he sounded out of breath and like he was trying to hold stuff in. eventually, the camera moved down. i donât think he meant for it to though. he was biting his lip and shit, it looked freaky as hell, and trust me, i know his sex faces.â
wooyoung grimaces at the thought of you doing the deed with someone, âalright maybe i didnât need to know that.â retract previous statement. he can blame him.
âno you definitely did, itâs crucial to the plot. anyways, i asked him if he felt okay, to which he replied y-yeah, iâm just tired,â you mocked him in your âman voiceâ, âi told him to just get some restânow keep in mind, he called me, okay? right before he hung up i heard a weird noise. i donât wanna say it was a woman, but it sounded very feminine.â
âwhat the fuck?â
âyeah, what the fuck. i texted him for an hour straight last night, still no response to this very moment,â you sigh, now looking down at your glass of water. âi donât want to accuse him of cheating but like,â you look back up at wooyoung, âive had this gut feeling something bad was happening behind my back ever since he left for tour. thatâs why ive been acting strange, and i know i shouldnât have held it in but i just-â you sigh.
wooyoung is absolutely fuming, even if he didnât show it. he is a man after all, he understands exactly what is going onâgranted heâd never participate in such devious activities if he had a parter, especially not if he had someone like you. he walked around the counter and engulfed you in his arms. your body began to tremble, finally releasing all the pent up emotions youâve been holding on to.
âiâm sorry i was mean,â your muffled voice fills his ears.
âitâs okay honey, iâd be mean too if i were you,â he pulled back to look at your face. your had tears streaming down your cheeks as you looked up at him. it tore him into pieces to see you like this. his hands reached up to wipe your face, âgo get cleaned up, weâre going out.â
you frown, âout where?â
âout,â he shoves you towards your room, âgo.â
âooh look at this,â san chirps as he poses with the girliest purse youâve ever seen. wooyoung decided to gather almost everyone to go out and shop together after your breakdown? rant? rant. you donât have breakdowns over men. either way, itâs definitely cheering you up.
âwait, what about this one?â mingi walks up behind you with a more sleek purse. oh, here comes seonghwa strutting down with wooyoung hand-in-hand, holding matching coach bags. you canât help but laugh at how ridiculous they look.
âso if i say i love them all you guys will buy them for me?â you lift your eyebrow with a smirk on your face.
âyes,â they say in unison.
chuckling and shaking your head, âguys you donât have to do this, iâm seriously fine with just walking around. you donât have to shove all these things in my face and beg to buy them for me,â wooyoung looks at you with a knowing look, cocking his head to the side. he can always tell when youâre bluffing, âokay fine, sugar baby me.â
and sugar baby you they sure fucking did. the boys walk in tandem with you back to your dorm, all of their arms covered with bags of things they bought you. you know when that one kid in school walked down the hallway and you just knew they were coming because of their keychains? yeah, thatâs basically them but with shopping bags right now.
âfuck, why did you let me do this,â seonghwa pants as you guys exit the elevator.
âyou wouldnât leave me alone, donât complain now,â you shrug as you unlock your door and let them in. the bags are immediately dropped to the floor, grunts and groans of relief coming from the men. âyou guys are dramatic. heyâdonât break my shit!â
âanything you say, girly. now letâs go, we have to be at practice in thirty minutes. hongjoong will kill us if weâre late⌠again.â san says.
you giggle as they walk ahead of you and out of your dorm. as youâre locking your door you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, frowning, you pull it out.
oh.
jaehyun.
you begrudgingly put the phone to your ear, âyes, jaehyun?â wooyoung turns to look at you at the mention of his name, a concerned look on his face. you shake your head at him and motion for him to go ahead, which he reluctantly obeys.
âhey baby, how are you?â
âuh, iâm good. could be better, actually. whatâs up?â you begin walking a few feet behind the boys, closer to wooyoung than the rest of them. of course, he purposefully walked slower than the rest to pick up on your conversation. call him nosy, shame him for eavesdropping, he couldnât care less.
âoh, um- i was just wondering. what happened last night?â
your heart stopped for a moment. heâs serious?
âwhat do you mean?â
âwell i saw i had called you last night but i donât remember it at all, haha,â haha. âi drank with the guys so i was pretty drunk.â
âoh, i see⌠were you too drunk to answer my texts as well or was that because you were busy doing something elseâor should i sayâsomeone else?â your irritation is evident in your voice at this point. the other side of the line does quiet for a beat too long, so you take the initiative, âyou know what, jaehyun? until you manage to use all the brain power you have left to tell me exactly what you were doing last night; donât message me, donât call me, donât even think of me. got it?â
âwait- baby, i-â
beep beep beep.
shut up.
you rolled your eyes and tucked your phone back into your pocket. the peace was nice for the two hours it lasted.
âget out. my. face.â sans voice booms through the practice room as he calls out the phrases that helps you all remember the choreo. today is the last day of practice, which is very stressful for you this time around. usuallly youâd have every movement nailed down by now, but youâre falling behind.
you keep fucking bumping into mingi during the stupid ass line formation you have to do. youâre sweating, your clothes are sticking to your body, hair falling out of your ponytail, bruises beginning to form from your countless failures.
âtake 5 guys,â hongjoong calls out as he exits the room.
âare you doing okay?â jongho crouched down beside where youâre sprawled out on the floor.
âoh my fucking lord, yes, iâm fucking peachy. i am perfectly fine. why is everyone asking me this? actually, no, you know what, jongho? no, iâm not fucking okay because iâm pretty sure my boyfriend is cheating on me with some random bitch while iâm here stuck in this muggy practice room and failing at everything i do. is that a better answer for you guys? iâm not okay,â is what you wish you could scream out at the top of your lungs. unfortunately, what you say is, âiâm okay jjong, thank you,â donât forget to top it off with a smile and nod!
thankfully, he drops it, deciding to not push you further. unlike someone, whatâs his name?
âyeah right, whatâd that asshole have to say to you earlier?â wooyoung plops himself on the ground on your other side. oh right, wooyoung.
âwouldnât you like to know.â
âyeah i would, thatâs kind of why i asked,â he shoves your shoulder, âcome on, tell me. i promise i wont hunt him down, even though i should,â he murmurs the last part.
âwhat was that?â he shakes his head and motions for you to speak, sigh. âhe basically just told me he didnât remember anything from last night.â
âmm, and whatâd you say?â
âyou know what i said wooyoung, i know you were listening.â
âwell tell me again, it was kind of hot,â he smirks, that makes you roll your eyes as you laugh.
hongjoong comes back and everything is set in motion once again, you swear that five minute break felt more like five seconds. after two more hours the work day has ended, youâre back in your bed, and suddenly itâs almost a month later. you pulled countless all-nighters practicing the choreography by yourself, pushing your body to its limit. jaehyun? not a word from him, and thatâs perfectly fine with you. the music video released a few days ago, and now itâs s performance day. you have bigger things to worry about.
to say youâre nervous is an understatement. the anxiety of repeating the same mistakes you had worked so hard to fix comes creeping up your neck, sending shivers down your spine. or was it the hand thatâs now laying against your lower back that did that?
âyou ready, popstar?â wooyoung whispers into your ear from behind. you canât see him, but you can feel him. hear him, smell him. itâs overwhelming to say the least, but also provides you a sense of comfort. you turn your head to the side and smile at him with a nod.
you all get into position in the stage, waiting patiently for the music to start, fans are cheering. whatâs going in your head, you wonder?
anytime nowâŚ
oh! that scared me, oh my itâs really loud.
these lights are blinding meâŚ
donât mess up, donât fuck it up. waitâyes, fuck it up. fuck it up so good, girl.
get out. my. face.
please donât bump into him, please donât bump into him.
oh thank fuck. thank you, lord.
okay jongho sing itttt.
voice please donât crack, itâs my turn.
gotta make that money makeâ
itâs nothing but heavy breathing and stripping of clothing once you get backstage. you had been itching to get this heavy ass jacket off your frame for over an hour now, the relief of shredding it from your body an overwhelming sensation.
âyou did so good, im so proud of you.â wooyoung jogs towards you and squeezes you so tight you can barely breathe.
âthank you, youngie, but iâm really sweaty and i kinda canât breathe⌠move. please.â he pulls away with a breathless smile.
âyou ready to do it all over again in two days?â he winks at you, the guttural groan you let out probably echoed down the halls. âiâll take that as a no,â he laughs.
later that night after youâve returned home and showered, you hear a knock at your door. who the fuck? you open the door to see none other than jung fucking wooyoung standing there in his full pajama set.
a giggle escapes your lip as you quirk a brow at him, âand what do you think youâre doing?â
âuh, sleepover?â he says, or asks, itâs hard to tell which one it was. once you see the container of brownies in his hands though? it was an immediate yes anyway. he cooks you dinner, you serve him wine, it all felt very domestic but also⌠just friendly? there was no tension, nothing dramatic. it was almost as if he were one of your girlfriends. you gossiped, laughed, watched movies, things that youâd do with your best friend.
while you guys are in the middle of watching the second hunger games movie, thereâs another knock at the door.
âdid you invite san or yeosang over?â you question, to which he shakes his head just as confused as you are. you get up and go open the door, freezing in place once you see whoâs behind your door.
jaehyun.
all you can do is stare at him through the crack of the door, all the emotions you had forgotten about a month ago suddenly crashing down on you.
âwho is it?â you hear wooyoung shout from the couch. nobody answered him.
âhey,â jaehyun started. no.
âdonât,â you hold your hand up, âare you fucking kidding me right now?â
âlook, i know i messed upââ
âmessed up? messed up?! we havenât spoken in a fucking month, jaehyun!â you snatch your phone from the pocket of your pajama pants and open the messages between you guys, â12:28am, what the fuck was that? 12:46am, hello? jaehyun are you serious? did you fall asleep? 1:13am, hello, what the fuck?â your eyes are open so wide theyâre damn near bulging out of your head. behind you, wooyoung creeps up around the corner.
âbaby, please just let me in so we can talkââ
âabout what? about fucking what, jaehyun? have you finally remembered what happened that night or what?â silence. âwell, iâm waiting. what happened? please, do tell.â
silence, again. fine.
âi thought you were on tour, why are you here?â
âi- i am- i was i- iâm back just for the week. i-â he sighs, searching for the words he wants to say, âi- i cheated on you,â he said under his breath as he looked at his feet.
âhm? what?â
âi fucking cheated! okay? are you happy now? i cheated on you!â
your five senses have been infiltrated once again.
blurry. everything is blurry, you canât see who youâre talking to anymore. nothing is clear, youâve spent two years of your life with this man. the man you thought you would marry, the man who wrote songs about you, the man who was your first everything.
your ears are ringing, what did he say? you knew it, you had a feeling deep down inside. but for him to just flat out scream it out like it means nothing? like you mean nothing?
you can smell the alcohol on his breath as he speaks to you. oh, heâs been drinking. again. go figure.
just seeing him leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.
tears. red, hot, angry tears are streaming down your face. you feel your hands touch your face, are you moving your arms? you canât feel them. everything feels numb, youâre numb.
ây-you need to go,â you whimper, looking right through him as more and more tears cascade down your cheeks.
âjagiya, i-â
âdonât,â you feel a hand on the small of your back. your lip starts quivering, you start breathing faster, youâre panicking. you donât understand anything thatâs going on right now. âyou heard her, you need to go,â he doesnât. âleave before i fucking make you leave, and trust me, you donât want that.â wooyoung threatens, causing you to jump slightly at the sudden outburst. his hand rubs circles against your spine.
jaehyun looks between the two of you, then at the floor, ultimately deciding to leave the premise. your numb hand slowly moves to shut the door, and all you can do is stare at it. you feel your body slide down the door as your sobs finally break free.
you knew it.
you fucking knew it.
why were you in denial for so long? why did you allow this to happen to yourself? this is all your fault, if you knew, then why didnât you end it before now? do you still love him? were you hoping that it wasnât true? god, it wouldâve been much better if you were just making thing up in your head.
you sob, and you sob even more. wooyoung drops down next to you and pulls you into his arms. âwhatâs wrong with me?â you cry out.
ânothing is wrong with you, honey. nothing at all, okay?â he hears his chin on top of your head as he rubs your back, âhe has no idea what he just lost. youâre the smartest, most amazing, beautiful, kind, courageous person i know. youâll find the one whoâs best for you.â
âpromise?â you whimper.
wooyoungs heart is torn. all he wants in this moment is for you to be okay, happy, and in his arms. âi promise, i really do.â
itâs been a long time since that night. a really long time, actually. youâve had three comebacks since then and are currently working on your fourth; golden hour: part 4. now sitting in the studio, wooyoung and yourself are bundled up on the couch together scrolling on pinterest.
âiâll do it if you do it,â he smiles and turns his head to look at you, showing you a picture of cherry red hair.
âyou want me to dye my hair red?â he nods. âyouâre not gonna chicken out last second and have me running around like strawberry shortcake, will you?â wooyoung damn near dies. why? because itâs you. it wasnât nearly half as funny as he made it out to be, but you just tickle him so good.
âof course not, iâve already dyed my hair red before, remember?â oh you remember all too well. that red hair looked spectacular on him. it was during that time when you had a crush on himâor was it before then? scratch that, it was when you first met. you had a huge crush on wooyoung when you first met, and it lasted up until you met jaehyun for the first time. when was that? 2021? you broke up in⌠2024?
gosh, itâs been so long since youâve even thought about jaehyun. itâs now 2026 and you all have moved on to bigger and better things. last you checked, he was doing his military service.
haha, you lost your hair. loser.
you know who hasnât lost his hair? wooyoung. where were we? oh right, back to the crush thing. yeah, you had the fattest crush on him, just cute puppy love at first. he didnât know, you tried to hold it in, it ate away at you for years, and eventually the crush faded. but now? something has changed, you canât tell if itâs the way he looks at you or if the plates in your brain shifted the night he comforted you during one of the most heartbreaking moments in your life. all you know is right now, he is taking your breath away all over again.
âdo you know how to dye hair?â you ask.
âi mean⌠not really, but i can try.â he smiles down at you, oh god.
âalright, iâll dye your hair tonight. come over with the stuff so i can get to business, and make sure you get enough!â
âhow much is enough?â
âthe whole store baby, the whole store.â you rest your head on his shoulder and continue scrolling on your phone.
baby? did she just call me baby? sheâs never done that before. what does that mean? uh, my heart is kind of freaking out. oh my god, does she hear it?
so yeah, wooyoung may or may not have never gotten over his crush on you. fuck that, he never did. itâs definite. when you were with jaehyun he had to tone down the his touching, flirting, all the things that makes him, well, him. but itâs been two years since jaehyun has been out of the picture. guess what that means? itâs his turn.
heâs had a crush on you ever since you graced his eyes, though he never allowed himself to show it. which, even if he did, heâs pretty sure youâd only just think itâs him being the same old flirty wooyoung when that wouldnât have been the case at all. i mean, yes, he has flirted with you, and yes it has been serious on his end. does he think you got the hint though? pfft, how could you? you were too far up jaehyuns ass to pay him any mind.
knock knock knock
âyay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yayyyyy!â you squeal as you make your way over to your door. you love when itâs time to get your hair done, just as much as you love doing othersâ hair. you yank the door open with a big smile, and as expected, wooyoung is standing there with a boyish grin and a bag full of hair supplies.
âare you ready to stain your entire bathroom?â
âyes!â
hereâs the current situation; you currently have your hair soaked in red dye under a shower cap. wooyoung? heâs sitting on the toilet while you stand in front of him and work the dye into his hair.
âyou shouldâve put gloves on,â he says as he watches you work your magic above him. heâs extremely aware of how close you are to one another right now, you between his legs while he struggles to figure out where the fuck he should put his hands.
âwell you didnât either. if you get in trouble then iâll get in trouble too,â you smile down at him with the most beautiful smile heâs ever seen. he takes this moment to really look at you. you have a beauty mark right under your lip, how has he never noticed that before? you smell amazing, donât get him wrong, you always smell good, but right now? oh my god. vanilla and everything gourmand. wooyoung swears heâs become addicted to it.
you know heâs staring, youâre extremely aware of it actually. thatâs what makes this all the more fun. youâve noticed heâs been extra clingy lately. always sitting with you during practice breaks, going to get food with you, getting food for you, heâs even been walking you home some nights. youâre not sure why, but your hopes are most certainly high.
âwhatâre you looking at?â you question with an anxious laugh.
âyour beauty mark,â he replies, reaching up to rub his finger against it. okay, that took you off guard completely. your entire body froze for a second before getting back to work on his hair, reaching to gather more of the dye. wooyoung noticed the effect he had on you.
âyouâre just now noticing it?â
âyeah, i donât know why thoughâŚâ he says softly, almost mesmerized. âitâs pretty,â the room is silent for a moment after that, the only sound coming from your hands working on his head. âyouâre pretty.â
you freeze.
what did he just say?
your eyes fall to his, heâs already looking at you. you both stare at each other for a moment, no words being said but somehow itâs so loud in this bathroom. you notice him leaning up, an attempt to get closer to your face. you find yourself also inching closer to him, so close yet so far.
your lips are inches away from each other at this point, his breath tickling your face. his hands slide up the backs of your legs and thatâs what snaps you out of it. you quickly pull away, clearing your throat. wooyoung jumps from shock and does the same, nervously rubbing his hands on his thighs.
âum- your hair should be good now. we just have to leave it in for thirty minutes,â you quickly say as your hands move just as fast to grab all the trash.
wooyoung clears his throat, âyeah, alright. okay,â he stands and grabs a shower cap, putting it over his hair. youâre out of the bathroom in a flash, speeding to your trash can and onto the couch. fuck. what just happened.
you turn a show on, no idea what it is but it provides you a distraction from whatever the hell you almost did in there. wooyoung makes himself known by sinking into the couch next to you. you donât look at him, donât acknowledge his presence, you donât even speak. all you can do is stare straight ahead at the tv and pray the timer on your phone goes off any minute now.
wooyoung is the same. this fucking timer canât go off any faster. he takes his chances and looks over at you, but you pay him no mind. ouch. itâs stays exactly like that until thirty minutes are up, the both of you springing off the couch and heading for the bathroom.
âwe should wash your hair out first since itâs been sitting longer,â he points out. yeah, i guess we should. you grab a towel and wrap it around your shoulders while wooyoung takes your shower cap off. god this is awkward. you get on your knees and lean over the tub while wooyoung begins massaging your head under the water.
âholy fucking shit itâs been almost ten minutes why is the water not clear yet?â you yell out. you back is aching and your sure wooyoungs is too.
âi donât know, do you think itâs good enough? i mean, itâs pink water and not red water soâŚâ
âitâs good. itâs good, itâs good. oh my god, my back hurts please let me get up,â you groan as wooyoung helps you up and wraps the towel over your head. you just stare at each other for a minute before letting out tiny laughs. âyouâre next.â
wooyoung stares at your pink-stained bathtub, âyeah, i guess i am.â and then you repeat the process once more, except itâs much louder and way more annoying this time.
âouch! donât rip my hair out, damn it!â
âiâm sorry, im not trying to!â
âmy back hurts, oh my god.â
âiâm never letting you dye my hair again.â
wah, wah, wah! crybaby, crybaby, crybaby!
eventually, the torture is over and itâs time to dry the hair. great.
âdo you want me to dry your hair or do you have it?â you ask.
wooyoung smiles, âyou can do it.â oh, of course. donât be mistaken, the situation is still very much awkward, but somehow a bit of the tension has been released. thatâs just how you guys are. while you dry his hair thereâs nothing to be said, as if you would even be able to with how loud the damn thing is.
once you finish his hair you switch roles, but instead of you sitting on the toilet he stands behind you in front of the sink. perks of being taller, i guess. you watch him very carefully through the mirror as he runs his fingers through your hair, making sure to dry every piece without tangles. heâs so pretty, you canât help but to think.
just then, he looks up at you. youâve been caught. his smirk grows wide, âwhatcha looking at, huh?â he yells over the blow dryer.
âmm, nothing,â you say innocently with the faintest smile.
he turns the blow dryer off, âhuh? what was that?â he teases.
you roll your eyes, âi said nothing.â he places the blow dryer on the counter and traps you from behind, both arms resting on either side of your body.
âdoesnât look like nothing,â he whispers in your ear whilst maintaining eye contact in the mirror. is the window open? itâs very cold in here, no, itâs hot. itâs so fucking hot.
wooyoungs hands move to your waist and spin you around to face him, âyou wonât run from me this time, will you?â he whispers, eyes flicking to your lips for a split second.
you canât help but to notice how close you both are in this moment, his hips keeping you grounded against counter, the tips of your noses brushing. you shake your head as you both lean in, lips finally locking. his arms wrap around your waist and pull you impossibly closer, your arms lock around his neck, fingers pulling at his freshly dyed hair.
you open your eyes for a split second, seeing the cherry red hair you worked oh so hard on.
you hear wooyoungs groans as you pull his soft hair, and you can smell the strawberry chapstick he mustâve put on right before this.
your tongues mix together, now finally, you taste the strawberry chapstick.
his hands are roaming all over your body now, and you reciprocate. your hands glide down his back, feeling the muscles as they flex beneath your hands.
wooyoung groans into your mouth once more, feeding you with all of his beautiful sounds. yours mouths move in tandem with one another, barely coming up for air, but when you finally do? oh, it is so, so sweet.
your breaths mingle as you pull apart, staring into each others eyes. âso,â you squeak.
âso.â
âwhat now?â he hums as he rests his forehead on yours.
âhmm, round two?â you both giggle as you lock your lips for a second time that night, the both of you having no idea what youâve just started.
itâs officially comeback day. youâve got adrenaline flushing through your veins. no, seriously. youâre all backstage getting your make up and hair done. wooyoung is sitting beside you with his assigned make up artist while you get your hair done, scrolling through your phone and seeing what atiny thinks about the music video.
âwooyoung, atiny said they like our matching hair.â you giggle and show him the comments under the video.
âthey have good taste,â he winks. after about fifteen minutes your hair is done and wooyoung has his make up on, itâs time to rotate with the other members. you walk out the room and to your dressing room to make any adjustments to your make up and hair. what? god forbid a girl has preferences.
ânow why are you ruining what our lovely stylists worked so hard on?â the oh, so, familiar voice booms through your dressing room, causing you to jump and accidentally smear lipstick on your chin.
âwooyoung!â you whined, pouting at him through the mirror. heâs smirking, leaning against the doorframe. âit wasnât ruined until you did that shit!â you groan, not noticing him close the door and lock it behind him. youâre too focused on trying to fix your make up that you donât realize how close he is now.
âaww baby, itâs okay. here, let me see,â he leans down from behind and holds your face in his hand. oh. licking his lips, he kisses up from the smeared lipstick to your lips, stealing your breath away. you relax immediately, releasing the breath you didnât know you were holding in all this time.
he pulls away with a frown, âmm. that didnât work, hold on.â he moves his thumb to your chin, carefully wiping the lipstick off. his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth as he pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb. feeling a bit naughty, you take advantage of this moment. you open your mouth and let him thumb glide against your tongue, maintaining eye contact with the cherry-haired man. âoh, babyâŚâ he groans, âyou shouldnât do that.â
that only encourages you to suck his thumb harder. âoh, i see. you wanna be a little slut, huh?â your eyes gloss over at that, pupils dilated. he pushes his thumb further back before sliding it out your mouth, holding the side of your head as you lean into his touch.
âplease,â you beg.
âplease what?â he presses, sinking down to his knees and turning your chair to face him. your legs spread willingly, your body moving before you can even think. his hands smooth over your thighs, trialing up your skirt, âyou gotta tell me what you want or i canât help you, my love.â
your breath hitches as he pulls down the shorts youâre wearing underneath your skirt. âp-please, touch me.â
âtouch you?â he cocks his head to the side, âtouch you where, huh?â wooyoung leaves a trail of kisses up your inner thighs and pushes up your skirt to reveal your panties. his thumb grazes the wet spot shining through them, âhere?â your legs try to close but oh, oh no, heâs not having that. he keeps your legs spread with his hands, âkeep these pretty legs open or you wonât be getting a damn thing from me, got it?â
youâve never nodded your head so quick in your life.
he hooks his thumb on your panties and pushes them aside, mouth watering at the sight. âoh, look at this pretty pussy,â he damn near moans as he blows cool air against your heat, making your hips jerk forward. he smirks before sinking inbetween your thighs, flattening his tongue against you to test the waters. you lay your head back against the chair, a content sigh escaping your lips.
his tongue swirled around your clit once, twice, three times before he began to suck, eliciting a loud moan from you. then comes his fingers, and boy does he waste no time. he dives two fingers into your heat, curling and twisting while you encourage him with your moans.
âoh- fuck, youngie.â you cry out. he chuckles against your clit before picking up the pace, âplease- donât stop, please.â
âmm, yeah? donât stop?â
âplease-â
âtell me how good it feels baby, tell your youngie how good heâs treating your pussy.â
youâve completely lost your mind at this point, the coil in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter by the second. not a single word is coming to mind. you canât speak, you can hardly think, only thing you know is him. with another flick of his tongue youâre releasing all over his fingers, crying out for god knows who as you rock your hips with the movement of his fingers still inside of you.
âyeah baby, let it all out for me. cum all over my fingers.â he coos. he helps you ride out your orgasm with a couple kisses to your now swollen clit, kissing up your body to your mouth. you can taste yourself on his tongue, his fingers still pumping in and out of your at a slow pace. after another minute or two he finally pulls them out of you, sucking his fingers dry and pulling you into another sloppy, wet, kiss.
when he pulls away a string of saliva is left behind, keeping the two of you connected. âbend over the vanity for me, doll.â he says as he unbuckles his belt and works to get his pants off. you do as he says and watch in the mirror as he pulls his cock out. you bite your lip once you see his red, hot, angry tip is leaking with precum, mouth immediately watering. âitâs impolite to stare.â he teases, pushing your head further down as he lines up behind you.
he pushes your skirt over your hips and pulls your panties to the side again, rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit, your mouth falls open as a silent moan tears through you. wooyoung bites his lip as he watches through the mirror. âthat feel good baby? you feel me?â you nod. all you can do is nod at this point, youâre so insanely fucked out and heâs barely even done anything. âi need you to be quieter this time, okay? we gotta go on in five minutes.â he whispers in your ear.
his hands hold your hips steady against the vanity as he pushes in, holding back his own moan as he sinks into your heat. âfuckkk, baby.â he groans, his head falling back before he slides out and then slams back into you.
his whole body is leaning over you now as his hips piston into your gummy walls, your mouth has fallen open once again and your eyes roll to the back of your head. âoh, fuck!â your cry out, causing wooyoung to shove two fingers into your mouth to shut you the fuck up.
âwhat did i say?â he groans breathlessly into your ear, âbe a good girl for me, shhh, shh, itâs okay.â he has to bite into your shoulder himself just to stay quiet, his own orgasm creeping up on him. the coil in your stomach is tightening again, your hands grabbing out for anything to keep you stable.
your orgasm tears through you once more, tears running down your face. âi feel you, baby. iâm here.â his hips are moving at an impossible speed by now, chasing his orgasm along with yours. once he feels your walls fluttering around him he knows itâs time. âcum again, baby. cum all over my cock, please- cum for me.â his whines drive you over the edge.
your entire body trembles underneath his as you release for the third time, all over his now softening cock. he pumps a few more times, making sure every last drop is gone before removing his fingers from your mouth and leaning back, looking down at the beautiful sight. once he slides out of you, his thumb replaces his cock. bending down to be face to face with your pussy, he pumps his thumb in and out of you a few times. âgotta make sure you donât leak all over the stage, huh?â he smirks, removing his thumb and sliding your panties back into place.
âhey, where are my shorts?â you ask once youâve both cleaned each other up. wooyoung smirks at you for what feels like the hundredth time today.
âoh, you mean these?â he holds them up on his pointer finger, waving them around in your face before shoving them in his pocket. âyou wonât be needing them.â
staff knocks on your door, âthirty seconds, letâs go!â you both look at the door and then at each other.
wooyoung leans towards you, âlike i said, donât leak all over the stage.â and with that, he leaves a smack on your ass before walking out of the dressing room, leaving both you and your five senses going haywire.
what. the. fuck.
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âââ you left wooyoung because he was never there, he was never present. always working, never with you and your son. the only thing he left you with, was a choiceâ one you never thought you'd have to make.
AND NOW, YOUR STARTING LINEUP!
seoul national university is known for many thingsâcompetitive majors, campus life ... and one of the hottest hockey teams in the country.
a series of oneshots following eight of our favorite boys on ice.
pairing: hockey!teez x reader (member-by-member oneshots)
tags/genre: college au, ice hockey au, bits of ice skating au, loaded with all of the tropes you've been waiting for
notes: 18+ content throughout (mdni!). disclaimer that atz is obviously not a real hockey team nor are they affiliated with any of the unis i mention, just needed them (and some other boy groups) for the plot LMAOâplease enjoy and excuse any inaccuracies in the ice hockey lore!
status: in the works as of 02/17/2026
ONESHOTS BELOW THE CUT ⤾ď¸
THIN ICE (M) â˘Â kim hongjoong, #81
position: former captain turned assistant coach
synopsis: after an unexpected injury dethrones hongjoong as captain on the ice, he spends his time helping coach the rest of the boys to keep them in shape for playoffs. as much as you feel sorry for him, that doesn't change the fact that you needed to train with the girls' team and they were hogging the ice. it seems like you needed to find a compromise with him, whatever it took âŚ
word count: TBD
POOR CONNECTION (M) â˘Â park seonghwa, #77
position: center forward
synopsis: after you transfer to a new university closer to home, seonghwa promises to do everything in his power to be a good boyfriendâno matter the distance. with playoffs in full swing, it might be harder than you'd expect for him to keep that promise ...
word count: TBD
ROUTINE CHECKUP (M) â˘Â jeong yunho, #11
position: left defense
synopsis: how convenient is it that you're dating one of the star players of the university's hockey team as a sports medicine major? you couldn't ask for a better test subject. of course, it becomes a little too much of a coincidence that he constantly needs you to check him for injuries, each one in a more scandalous place than the last ...
word count: TBD
HEAD SHOT (M) â˘Â kang yeosang, #99
position: goalkeeper
synopsis: your professor has been hounding you to update your portfolio for god knows how long, to the point that you're willing to take any assignment he throws your way. when he assigns you to support the university hockey team with their media coverage, a certain somethingâor someoneâthat you capture might become your new source of inspiration ...
word count: TBD
SUCKER PUNCH (M) â˘Â choi san, #01
position: left wing
synopsis: you'd call yourself a certified wag for the university hockey team. you were at all of san's games, hung out with the boys after practice, wore his numbers proudly whenever you could. tension brews when a rival team challenges the boysâand your relationshipâbefore playoffs end ...
word count: TBD
MAKE UP (M) â˘Â song mingi, #89
position: right defense
synopsis: on the ice, everyone loves mingi. the way he plays, even the way he fights. off the ice, his grades are slipping and he's at risk of getting benched if he doesn't get his act together. if only there were a highly qualified calculus tutor that could help him out, and if only there were a way he could return the favor ...
word count: TBD
OUT OF BOUNDS (M) â˘Â jung wooyoung, #52
position: left wing, second line
synopsis: hockey's never been your thing. even so, wooyoung insists you're his good-luck charm and that he needs you there at every game, no matter what. he's always taken your jokes in good stride, including when you talk about how overdramatic players can get during fights. when he ends up as collateral in the middle of one, it seems like the joke might be over ...
word count: TBD
POWER TRIP (M) â˘Â choi jongho, #00
position: right wing
synopsis: with nationals around the corner, you've never been so stressed. your routine is scrapped, your partner's out of commission and you need to practice asap. as if that weren't enough, the big, stupid hockey players loved to hog the ice. turns out one of them might come in handy when you least expect it ...