San sat at the dimly lit bar, nursing a drink while his gaze lingered on Wooyoung from a distance. Wooyoung was deep in conversation with a stranger, their laughter echoing softly, but San's focused was drawn to the scar etched on the side of Wooyoung's face. A painful reminder of their past. San couldn't shake the feeling that he took something precious from Wooyoung, leaving only the mark of their fractured bond. Bpd: condition that affects how you think, feel and interact with other people. Though, sharing the same traits as bipolar, bpd is short times of episodes, It is usually linked from past trauma, neglect, or abuse. it's not behavioural disorder. It's a personality disorder. This focuses on Woosan. Other ships along with it. Enjoy!

"Do you still think of him?" "Everyday." In a kingdom divided by class and tradition, Prince San lives a life of privilege and expectation, burdened by the weight of royal duty. Wooyoung, a spirited commoner, navigates the struggles of everyday life, dreaming of a world beyond the confines of his humble existence. When their paths unexpectedly cross, an undeniable connection ignites between them, challenging everything they've been taught about love and loyalty. As they embark on a secret romance that defies societal norms, they must confront the harsh realities of their worlds and the sacrifices they are willing to make for a love that could change their lives forever. Will their hearts triumph over the barriers that seek to keep them apart, or will the forces of tradition tear them away from each other? A Woosan story, Ateez.

"We need a distraction, something big." "Like what?" Wooyoung asked, his voice sharp. "You gonna blow something up, hotshot?" San's eyes glinted, a hint of last night's heat in his gaze. "Maybe I will, princess. You got a better idea?" Wooyoung did have a better idea, one including punching sans stupidly hot face. (Psycho killers au) Woosan

"You need to get laid." San froze. The room went quiet for a beat-just the hum of amps cooling down. Then Yunho *whooped*, Jongho choked on his water, and Yeosang's eyebrows shot up. San's face burned. "What the fuck, Hwa?" Seonghwa shrugged, unrepentant. "You've been a monk for, what, six months? Since-" He caught himself, glanced at Yeosang, then barreled on. "Since *forever*. You're wound tighter than Hongjoong's guitar strings." Hongjoong nodded solemnly. "Fact. And I've got just the guy." San groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "No. Absolutely not." "Come on," Hongjoong wheedled. "He's annoying. Cute. Total brat. *Your type*." Yunho clapped San on the back. "Do it. Live a little. Worst case, you get a funny story." Jongho grinned. "Best case, you forget how to frown." San opened his mouth to argue, but the words stuck. Last time he'd hooked up-*fuck*, that had been a disaster. Some model with a laugh like a hyena and a fetish for biting. He'd bailed before the Uber even pulled up. But the band was staring, Seonghwa's eyes soft with concern, Hongjoong's practically sparkling with mischief. "Fine," San muttered. "Whatever. Just... shut up." Woosan story

Country boy x city boy (slight slow burn but idk) After Wooyoungs father passed, he had been given a farmhouse by his fathers will. That's when it all started, one stuck car can lead to a lifetime of adventures. Woosan

↑ CHOI SAN ↓ JUNG WOOYOUNG San is insomniac and introverted, while Wooyoung is a ball of energy who has a habit of sleeping naked. San prefers peace and organization, whereas Wooyoung is curious, and he loves chaos. What happens when these two are put in the same dormitory? Total word count of the book: 121,072 words

in a world where soulmates are bound by matching tattoos, wooyoung has always dreamed of finding his perfect match. confident, popular, and a bit of a romantic, he's spent years chasing the idea of destiny. when he suspects that his long-term crush might have the same tattoo as his, he's trying his best to win her over - until san shows up. san is everything wooyoung hates: cocky, annoyingly calm, and somehow always managing to push his buttons. when the two are paired together for a semester-long project, tensions hit an all-time high, and wooyoung finds himself conflicted. -lowercase intended -this story is AU🫶🏼 -spotify playlist for this story is in my bio <3

Woosan OneShots I've written over time. Maybe Occasionally shipping other members as well. Stan ATEEZ! Pretty - San, quiet and reserved is driven crazy by Wooyoung a loud, popular, gorgeous rival. Wooyoung loves to get under San's skin by calling him "Pretty" to evoke a reaction. Enemies to Lovers troupe. &lt;3 Smut. Fluff, Failed basketball. Both 18. Consent matters guys. Destiny Found - San, a workaholic goes out to a club with a colleague. There he finds a stunning man who he's instantly drawn to. Keep reading to learn more. ~~ Not intended to reflect actual people, Ateez, KQ or any related affiliates. I in no way presume any relationships past or present or speculate on idols actual lives. This is purely as a fan written as entertainment and not meant to cause offense or hardship. #4 Bottomwooyoung 10/01/24 #2 Ateezbxb 10/25/24 #1 AteezLove 11/19/24, 7/22/25 #8 Wooyoungxsan 11/19/24 #6 Jungwooyoung 11/29/24 #5 Woosan 3/4/25 #2 AteezOneShot 3/13/25

➤ choi san has been moving schools. reason? it was either he was bullied, or he didn't like the school's environment. first day of college, he entered a university that might change his life forever. jung wooyoung is one of the most intelligent, and kind people on campus. though he seems a lovely person, deep down, he holds a deep grudge against people who abuse others using their power. [ PLEASE LEARN TO SEPARATE FICTION FROM REALITY. ] ➸ started : 03/23/24 ➸ ended : ➸ published : 04/08/24 ⤿ ongoing ⤿ xynlunar

I'm his professor. I'm old enough to know better. I want him anyway. Jung Wooyoung is going to be the end of me. The end of my career, anyway. He's too trusting. Too innocent. And way too willing. Giving in to my desires isn't an option. It isn't allowed. But if he keeps tempting me with those wide eyes and that eager look... I don't know how much longer I'll be able to resist