TBRATZ
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Jung Wooyoung is the only member with a functioning brain, it would seem; all of ATEEZ spends the majority of their time working as hard as they can to pursue their dreams, putting self-care on the back-burner. Wooyoung—resident brat and full-time menace—recognizes that they're all burning the candle at both ends and knows exactly what the group needs to get them to take a little break and unwind. What better way is there to spend the weekend than in a party-induced coma? A dorm party, just amongst them, with more snacks, soju, and takeout than 8 fully grown men can stomach.
It's perfect, and all Wooyoung has to do is make it so that none of them can refuse. Enter 3-step Operation: Get Everyone Blackout Drunk—Code Name: Dorm Party.
Step 1: Secure clear schedule, booze, and food.
Step 2: Black Cat Nero stage outfits for partywear.
Step 3: Profit.It never hurt to get a little tipsy and play some party games, after all.
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It's up to Wooyoung to save the day, get his members shitfaced, force Matz to stop tiptoeing around one-another like lovestruck idiots, and get railed into next week by his sex-demon of a boyfriend, Choi San.
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“I’m San,” San says, voice dropping in a force of habit, something that has latched onto him from years of living the same humdrum life and his lifelong acquaintance with introducing himself to people who truly didn't give a fuck about him or anything he did, introductions serving merely as a necessary evil.
The stranger looks at him for a brief moment before he tilts the disinfectant bottle into the ball of cotton, soaking it as he leans forward and presses it against San’s stitches. San grabs his wrist.
“I’m gonna need a name before you treat me, pretty boy,” San says, making sure that it doesn’t come off sounding like a request.
The stranger raises his head to meet his eyes, something like sadness pooling in his eyes, smudged black and purple distracting San for the umpteenth time this evening and whispers softly, “Wooyoung.”
It’s a pretty name for a pretty face, but San is presented with an even prettier smile, shy and curling at the edges of his mouth, lilac field for his hair and cherry blossom cheeks, as he repeats it under his breath.
Or, San is working in the task force as a mercenary for an intergalactic law enforcement authority, and Wooyoung's the anomaly he doesn't see coming.
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Mystery Work
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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“This is Wooyoung, he’s my best friend.” San turns to Wooyoung, leaning in far closer than he would while sober and grabbing Wooyoung by the shoulders. They’re basically the same height so it’s oddly jarring to suddenly be so close, noses almost touching. “You know that, right?” San says seriously.
“Uh, yeah,” Wooyoung says. His tongue feels heavy, the words not quite slurred but not quite clear. The world has gone fuzzy around the edges, San’s face is the only thing in focus.
“My best friend. I love you so much, dude. Seriously. I love you, man. I love you.”
or: the college boys no-homo-bro-but-im-in-love-with-you au we all needed