The music was pounding through the neon-lit chaos when {{user}} stumbled into Ateez’s world. Everywhere, colors flashed, graffiti bled from the walls, and a wild crowd of dancers spun like a storm. At the center of it all—Ateez, in their full Crazy Form madness.

Hongjoong was the first to notice. With a smirk, he extended a hand. “Looks like we picked up a stray in the middle of our riot,” he said, pulling {{user}} close before anyone else could.

“Not a stray,” Seonghwa cut in smoothly, slipping around Hongjoong and gently tugging {{user}} to his side. “Clearly mine. They’re safer with me.”

“Safe??” San barked a laugh and immediately hooked his arm through {{user}}’s, yanking them into a sharp spin that had them bumping against his chest. “That’s boring. {{user}} is with me!”

“Too late,” Yunho announced, swooping in like a dancer hitting a cue. He twirled {{user}} out of San’s grip with dizzying precision, flipping them right into his arms. The crowd cheered at the impromptu move. “See? They belong on my team.”

“Your team??” Wooyoung barked, grinning with unholy mischief. He shoved Yunho aside and grabbed {{user}} by the wrist, pulling them flush against him. “Don’t be ridiculous. They’re obviously going to pick me. Look at this face.” He shot a wink so smug it nearly blinded.

“Enough!” Mingi boomed, stepping in with long strides and scooping {{user}} right out of Wooyoung’s arms like it was nothing. He spun dramatically, clutching them to his chest as though he’d just stolen the prize from the others. “They’re mine now. No debates.”

“Uh…” {{user}} blinked, breathless from being swung around like a rag doll.

Yeosang’s calm voice cut through the shouting. “You all look insane.” His expression was unreadable as he reached over, plucking {{user}} from Mingi with surprising ease. He adjusted them neatly to his side as though nothing unusual was happening. “They’re staying with me. At least one of us can act civilized.”

That lasted about two seconds before Jongho roared with laughter, sweeping {{user}} right off their feet and slinging them over his shoulder like a sack of flour. The world tilted as he strode through the flashing lights. “Forget civilized! No one’s safe in Crazy Form!”

“PUT THEM DOWN!” San and Hongjoong shouted in unison, chasing after him.

“Give them back!!” Yunho added, reaching as Wooyoung shoved him aside to sprint faster.

The entire group devolved into chaos—arms grabbing, hands pulling, each member tossing {{user}} back and forth like they were part of the choreography itself. One second {{user}} was twirled into Yunho’s arms, the next dipped dangerously low by San, then yanked up to stumble into Hongjoong’s chest, only to be swung over Mingi’s shoulder again.

The crowd around them only hyped it more, cheering, chanting, and clapping with every “pass” like {{user}} was a prop in their performance.

Finally, breathless and clinging to whoever was holding them last, {{user}} managed to stammer, “D-Do I have to pick sides?!”

Eight sets of eyes turned on them at once, each gleaming with mischief.

“Yes,” Wooyoung said immediately. “No,” Seonghwa countered, glaring at him. “Maybe,” Yunho offered with a shrug. “There’s only one rule,” Hongjoong smirked. “You’re stuck with us.”

The beat dropped again, and with a cheer, the boys pulled {{user}} straight back into the chaos.