[🏵️] -𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩. ❛ 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤 𝙛𝙛 ❜ ©𝗒𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌2020

Mingi may never understand the meaning of true love, that same love that marked everyone's body. And for a long time, he never expected someone to fall in love with him. That was until he met San. Until he realized he was in love. On a lazy night, when they were eating noodle soup and Mingi had said an awful pun, making San laugh so hard that soup came out of his nose. It was awful, he couldn't decide if he wanted to help or laugh at him, finding it disgustingly hilarious. But as odd as it could be, he thought it was cute, adorable even. "Ok, then tell me." San leans forward, looking him in the eyes. "If you could have marks, would you be ready to be my soulmate, Mingi?" "Absolutely!" Mingi wouldn't have agreed to this shit if he knew that getting a tattoo would hurt so fucking much. +++ ateez fanfiction | soulmate au ©rainymartiny born from my disbelief in fate and how i got my second tattoo

Jongho is a bomb, pent up stress ready to combust at any moment. Between rugby, studies, social life and keeping up with his perfect life, he doesn't have time for nothing. Actually he can't remember the last time he had a real laugh. San slips closer, breath tickling his skin. "Have you popped that cherry yet?" "No. I haven't, but-" Jongho loops a finger on San's black trousers, voice higher than the music- "guess I could use some help?" The corner of his eyes crinkles, small indents gathering joy beneath San's tender gaze. Guffaws flies with the music, feathers tickling the tip of his fingers, cradling his beating heart. Jongho is certain that San is utterly gorgeous. Pretty, lovely and even more bewitching with purple lights swimming on his sharp features. So much for no catching feelings. _________ ateez fanfic | friends with benefits ©rainymartiny i blame haikyuu and san's cheesy lines

𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dusty appearance. Maybe they'll pick up this book, look at the hardcover of the scripted title and give it a read, and maybe they could relate to our lives; to our struggles, and maybe, they won't feel as alone. Despite the demons that never cease to exist as they will never go away, we will always remain together as 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 boys with our 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 different lives telling our 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 different stories tied into one in the year of 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎." 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟢!𝖺𝗎 © 𝙲𝙾𝙿𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟿