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shiloh815.bsky.social
December 22, 2025 at 4:15 PM
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sphealposting.bsky.social
Pokemon rumble spheal casting a spell The text says "WOOSH. YOU WILL NOW HAVE A GOOD 2026" happy new year
December 31, 2025 at 1:21 PM
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atinybo.bsky.social
snow miser and heat miser if they were hot n sexy
ateez mingi 251213 music bank in japan ateez wooyoung 251213 music bank in japan
December 16, 2025 at 11:08 PM
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orangechocochip.bsky.social
Hongjoong centric. Polyteez thoughts.....ehehehe
A few digital sketches of ateez members. The first sketch is of Seonghwa, San and Hongjoong sleepily leaning against each other. They're shown from the waist up and smiling with their eyes closed. Theyre wearing casual clothes. The next sketch is Hongjoong stretching upwards to wrap his arms around Mingi's neck and nuzzling against his face. Mingi is giggling. Theyre wearing tshirts and sweatpants. The next sketch is in two parts. Part one is wooyoung kissing Hongjoong's cheek. The latter looks a bit disgruntled about it. There's text next to them that says "Leave me alone, baby!" with a small angry emoji next to it. Part two shows Hongjoong possessively wrapping his arms around Wooyoung and resting his cheek on his head. Wooyoung is smiling brightly and returning the hug. The text next to them says "Oh my God you're my BABY" with a pleading emoji next to it.
December 7, 2025 at 12:46 AM
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meowgiprn.bsky.social
December 11, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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uneasymist.bsky.social
you say, "i used to say we found each other, now i don't know where he is"
"In another life, do you think this would have turned out differently?" "What do you mean?" Hongjoong asks, against better judgement. It's never good when they speak so soon after fighting. The fights take it out of him, make him feel too bad. He should lick his own wounds, but ends up licking everyone's. When they've been drinking, it's even worse. It's his fault for joining Wooyoung on the balcony. Maybe, in some small part of him, he was seeking the punishment. Hongjoong doesn't know. He doesn't know what he wants from any of it anymore: Wooyoung, success, the panopticon of fame, spending more time on a plane with his body hurting than on solid, familiar ground. The higher they climb, the more lost he gets. "I feel like I'm looking down the barrel of a gun, hyung," Wooyoung says, wet. "It's pointing right at me." He takes a steadying breath, cigarette between his lips, wraps himself up tighter. He's not dressed for the weather. Neither of them are. Winters here are different from back home, wetter, icier. They bite harsher. Maybe it senses their foreignness; in country, in themselves. The chasm that’s constantly threatening to crack between where their bodies slump over the railing. Hongjoong feels it pour onto his tongue, the usual repeals, reproaches; /I'm sorry, I didn't mean for us to become this shape. I didn't think, at the start of this, it was even possible. If I did, I would've never kissed you back. I should've never kissed you anyway. I should've broken your heart months ago./ He wants to say it all, with his hands tangled up under his sleeves against the winter, twisting his neuroses around his fingers as he watches the canal below freeze over. Wooyoung's voice is thicker when he speaks next. "I wish you'd just /fucking/ shoot me." "No, you don't," Hongjoong mutters. Next to him, Wooyoung laughs, but there's no humour in it. "Yes, I do," he insists. When he unsticks his mouth, Hongjoong feels like he can hear his throat, his tongue, like a pulse. It makes him feel sick. He squeezes his eyes shut. "Just put it to the back of my head instead and do it." "You think it's easy for me to hear you say shit like that, Young-ah?" Hongjoong grits out between his teeth. "At least you get to control something. It can be my last gift to you," he replies. Sniffles. "We're doomed, anyway, so why does it matter?" Hongjoong thinks he's going to throw up. "Then why did you even fucking try?" he demands. "If you know that just as well as I do. Why fucking bother with me?" Even this anger isn't what Wooyoung wants from him. He wants fiesty, playful, or at least, he wants self-defence. Push-and-pull. Hongjoong wants to fold at his feet. He wants to go home. "You act like it's just you. If I shoot you, I'm shooting myself. We're the same fucking target. I'm shooting /all/ of us. God–" Hongjoong takes in a sharp breath, "I can't talk to you when you're like this." "You can't talk to me anyway, you bastard." Hongjoong wrenches his eyes open, looks at him. His profile, face flushed pink with cold, wet eyes catching the light from the street lamps, the burning orange end of his cigarette when he takes a drag from it. As always, it's a mistake to look at him. "Fuck you," Hongjoong breathes, "seriously, just– fucking–" Winded, he sucks the air in, and hears it rattle in his mouth. He tries to put it all behind his words, but he can't. Every one turns into an apology, plea, confessional, fizzles out before he figures them into sentences. He drops his head, away from Wooyoung's pretty, distant face, into his hands, fingers cold enough to hurt, then, bowing over the railing, he hides in his elbows and tugs harshly at his hair. He feels the centrifuge of their relationship, wrenching him into a version of himself he doesn't recognise. His parts get scattered, spinning, weaving around Wooyoung's ankles, waiting for the day he gets angry enough to leave, even if it means killing them both. "Stop crying," he tells him. Hongjoong curls big fistfuls of his listless bleach-dead hair into his hands and pulls, pulls, pulls. His shoulders are shaking. The tears won't stop now. A few moments later, as if realising this, Wooyoung comes closer, and Hongjoong can smell the sharp nausea of cigarette breath on him, and his voice is near, tired and reluctant and, still, he cares, Hongjoong can feel it. "Hyung," he says, pulling him in, "don't cry." Hongjoong is held there, cold and slumped against Wooyoung's chest, because he doesn't know what else to be. Deer in headlights, damned by nature to meet its end face-on—so fast, and bright, and ill-timed.
December 7, 2025 at 8:42 AM
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uneasymist.bsky.social
stolen breath, nothing said; nobody need to know our secrets 🔞
Jongho has Yunho's shirt collar twisted up in his fist like the scruff of a dog when he says, "I saw you looking at me.” It’s plain and quiet, stark contrast to the heavy way Yunho's breathing against him, the not-quite alcohol flush bleeding up his throat. "All night, whenever I bent down or adjusted on the stool. Did you think you were subtle?" He swears Yunho whimpers. It's a pathetic noise, one he's probably embarrassed by, one Jongho won't accept as an answer—"Tell me." "I'm sorry," he gasps. Then, urgent, "Jongho, /please/–" "In front of everyone there. You /pervert/–" He gets up close in his face, and for a moment, he can see Yunho's expecting he’ll kiss him again, but instead his words are hot against his ear. "You want your entire family finding out you suck cock, hm? And how much you like it?" The effect is immediate: fluttery shame, all over his face, twisting and turning as it fills his cock out, already tenting the front of his trousers. It's why Jongho keeps agreeing to see him. It’s why he agreed to come today, but a paid-for 4-star hotel stay didn’t hurt, and he got to annoy Wooyoung at work—behind the bar of a fancy hotel restaurant with shit food. A family wedding is the worst kind of event for any unmarried son in the closet. He noticed Yunho looking mostly because he was already keeping an eye on him, half-nosey, half-giving a shit. /This is not going to end well for you/, Wooyoung had told him, sliding his drink over. An hour before the bar closed, as agreed, Yunho slipped away early into the elevator, and Jongho was already waiting inside. They rode it up five floors with Jongho crowding him into the corner, chasing the lingering taste of champagne off Yunho's palate, then dragged him down to his room. It's a nice suite, spacious. Claw foot bathtub, sofa, king bed. Yunho must have really felt bad about bringing him here. "I like it so much," he admits now, as if that’s what Jongho had asked, bowing to keep at his eye level. One shove and he'd be on his knees. "I love it." /I’m not seeing him for marriage/, Jongho said back, dry smile, tipping him on the card reader for his woes. /I have what he likes, and I’m good at keeping secrets/. "You love what?" "Sucking cock," Yunho chokes out—then, hurriedly, "Sucking your cock." Jongho grins, unable to help himself. He feels out the hard, aching shape of him over his clothes and presses his palm into his cockhead. "And what else?" Yunho strains against his grip. “F–ucking you. I– I love your ass. And your hands. A–And when you– finger me." "Mm, you're going to come in your nice dress trousers, aren’t you?” Jongho bites his lip, satisfied. "I hope you have a spare pair for tomorrow." "Please, can I take it off?" He sounds genuinely stressed. Jongho squeezes him, and his eyes roll before he catches himself. "I’m going crazy, I need– I want it off–" “No,” Jongho says, “Keep it on.” He looks so sexy, dressed up like this. Legs for days, so boy-next-door, so choir boy. Jongho feels greedy, hungry. He thinks about Wooyoung’s unconvinced look at the bar, then presses his thigh between Yunho’s. “Now every time you wear a suit, you can think about fucking me in it."
December 8, 2025 at 12:57 AM
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minimin8m1t.bsky.social
Jongho wearing Yeosang's legacy stage outfit because I can
November 30, 2025 at 8:51 PM
tsanmiii.bsky.social
#WIPWednesday
Omg, first contribution, complete with some of my interim corrections. Enjoy some Woosang patching things up
After letting Yeosang indulge some more in her chardonnay, Wooyoung is keen to break the silence once more. "Does it feel like it's been months since we last saw each other to you?" Yeosang swallows the last dregs in her glass. "…Yes? I mean, it has been months." "So, what's all the awkwardness for?" For a moment, Yeosang appears bewildered. Wooyoung rushes to correct herself and to be delivered from the guilt of causing Yeosang's distress. "Sorry, I didn't mean to come off strong." She worries her lip between her teeth while trying to think of conversation starters, feeling sorely juvenile. "There were all sorts of crabs." Wooyoung swivels her head. "Crabs?" Yeosang's eyes grow wide. "Did I say that out loud?" Wooyoung nods, encouraging Yeosang to elaborate on her non-sequitur.
November 27, 2025 at 9:00 AM
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themarmalade.writes.social
the thoughts i'm having would shock my puritan ancestors out of their graves
November 25, 2025 at 12:58 AM
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turbulence.bsky.social
2Handsome 2Chois 😎

#San #Jongho #ateez #dailyateez
kpop group ateez member choi jongho kpop group ateez member choi san kpop group ateez member choi san in a selfie kpop group ateez member choi jongho in a selfie
November 22, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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fairy300.bsky.social
What kills me is that this isnt Wooyoungs "hehe mischief managed" face. Its his fully happy gentle thankful adoration face.
kittykyun.bsky.social chi 🌙 @kittykyun.bsky.social · Nov 17
GOOD MORNING WOOJOONG NATION!!!!!!
November 17, 2025 at 10:42 AM
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orangechocochip.bsky.social
I do not know what to say if im honest. He looks so adorable my heart hurts
A screenshot from ateez' 2025 atiny anniversary stream showing hongjoong sitting on a couch with his legs pulled up to his chest and laughing. He's wearing a brown sweater (including. Sweater paws...), red tartan print trousers and black boots. His hair is light brown and a little curled and fluffy.
November 17, 2025 at 6:35 PM
tsanmiii.bsky.social
Autoimmune diseases really be doing all that…the busy weekend I envisioned for myself is now looking like staying home and fujoing in the name of recovery
November 22, 2025 at 3:30 AM
tsanmiii.bsky.social
LORD JESUSSSSSS
aquavampyr.bsky.social 🥀alex🦇 @aquavampyr.bsky.social · Nov 19
an early #WIPWednesday with some more yunsang phone sex ✨
November 20, 2025 at 10:09 AM
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sanenjoyer.bsky.social
November 20, 2025 at 2:00 AM
tsanmiii.bsky.social
November 19, 2025 at 7:36 AM
tsanmiii.bsky.social
Wooyoung should do the rizz challenge with Rui, methinks…
November 16, 2025 at 9:57 AM
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brennuvargur.bsky.social
Hongjoong if he was depressed: no1likesme
November 10, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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hwawari.bsky.social
I CAN BE TRUSTED AROUND THIS PIECE OF INFORMATION.
November 14, 2025 at 6:05 PM
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yuyeos.bsky.social
thinking abt puppydorm free use yeosang.... always roaming around the dorm half naked ready for yunho to ravage him.. 🤔
November 14, 2025 at 12:27 PM
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04031998.bsky.social
closet gay seonghwa who paid local flirt hongjoong to fuck his brains out
cosy lit bedroom with various bedroom decor. oh and hongjoong is beating seonghwa’s ass. in the sex way not the 👊 way. there is lube and filled condoms on da bed. xxl condom box
November 11, 2025 at 12:24 AM
tsanmiii.bsky.social
@atzff.bsky.social Asking kindly for fics that I can pull an all nighter reading 😁😁
November 12, 2025 at 12:45 PM
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mariartpasta.bsky.social
happy Pepero Day I hear someone wanted to break the record again!

#윤웡 #yunwoo
yunwoo playing the pepero game again except when yunho reached for the pepero wooyoung just kissed him bc what’s the point in wasting food if what yunho actually wants is to kiss him
November 12, 2025 at 12:02 AM
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00ander8.bsky.social
she's such a doll
February 3, 2025 at 2:57 AM