A/n: Before you begin reading, this imagine will have 3 parts and it will also be based on ATEEZ's latest kingdom performance because the amount of inspiration I got from their performance is unreal. This will be an "ATEEZ" all member ensemble with Y/n but I don't know, at the end of this chapter their will be a vote of which member Y/n will be with. 

A world once lively and full of beautiful things, the sounds of music and laughter could be heard for miles as you walked through any city. You always looked back on what the world was as if it were a painting of things you would only read about in stories, a life you would never live again, then one day, the world changed, the government wanted control and so did the leaders in every other part of the earth, control of its people. 

Dance, Art, Music, even true love was outlawed, anyone who dressed or acted against the standards set in their city would be imprisoned until their death. It is hard to look back at the world once so beautiful only to see a bland and boring world that seemed to hate anything that wasn't considered normal or at least normal to the leaders.

Underneath the dull city, beneath even the deepest sewers, hid the ones who lived as they pleased, hiding from the ever prying governmental eyes, the same children who were labeled as "missing" only years earlier. It was an injustice really, to hate anyone who went outside of the standards of what was considered normal and these children were going to fight for the right to live as they please.

You were always so joyous, remembering your parents and brother dancing and singing in your home, your best friends lived as they pleased, some danced, other created beautiful music, and others spoke poetic words that seemed to move anyone who listened. That was the beautiful world before it all changed, many ask now, "why did the world change?", some say it was for control while others say it was to keep things from getting out of hand. But to you, they were the exact same thing.

You sat upright in your seat, the back of the van shaking back and forth as you were driven down the almost empty street. Seonghwa sat beside you, his bright red hair freshly dyed as a statement, it was illegal to dye your hair natural colors and everyone who was with you knew that well, but you obviously didn't care considering your own hair was a soft lilac color. Suddenly the van came to stop, shaking everyone inside, the lights darkened within the van and you covered your face with a rather peculiar mask, hiding your identity from anyone, the others with you did the same, covering their faces the second the van came to a stop.

As if on cue, the back of the van opened up, two security guards stood there, shock written all over their faces but the shock was quickly replaced with fear and pain was two perfectly shot bullets pierced their chests. The two dropped to the ground instantly, and Jongho reloaded the weapon and placed it back down on his lap, you knew that some people were going to get hurt if you did this but you also knew that it would all be better in the end, the only people who would die were the people who fought against you, and those people were really just trying to wipe you out anyway, so to Hongjoong, it didn't really matter.

"Quick! everyone out", Hongjoong yelled.

Everyone complied, Seonghwa held his hand out for you as you stepped out onto the pavement, he didn't let go of your hand until security guards and personnel came running out of the building, you were completely surrounded. Seonghwa quickly handed you to Yunho, who held you away from the chaos, then Seonghwa pulled his mask off, placing it on one of the shaken guards who stared at him as if he were a red-headed monster, a smirk rose on Seonghwa's face before he pressed the mask on the guard's face then suddenly, the other guards dropped to the ground.

San and Wooyoung ran to each guard, pressing a mask on each of their faces, ensuring that they would now have complete control of the leader's people. Hongjoong stood with a proud smile plastered on his face as he looked on at the scene.

Everyone who worked for the leaders had a chip implanted in their skin, wearing the mask would override anything that was sent to personnel, and with a single click of a button, Hongjoong was in complete control.

"Now", Hongjoong laughed, "obey me".

You quickly pulled off your own mask, everyone else following after you. Seonghwa made his way back over to you, his arm finding its way to snake around your waist and hold you close to him. Hongjoong rose a brow before shaking his head away, he walked over to you, handing you two identical knives, and smiling, "Come on Y/n", He pulled you away from Seonghwa and walked with you to where Yeosang was standing, a bow and arrow slung over his shoulder, "Let's go crash a party".

You nodded, "when does the ceremony start?"

Jongho looked down at his watch, "In a few minutes, all we have to do is get on stage before the leaders do and we'll be safe".

Mingi twirled his mask on his fingertips as he listened, his dark blue hair falling just above his eyes, "and if someone tries to stop us?"

Hongjoong smiled, "I think you know what to do".

Hongjoong then clicked the button, flicking on every single one of the masks, the guards stood up, walking slowly to Hongjoong. Each and every person wearing the mask was controlled beyond what the leaders could do, as long as the mask remained on their faces, there was no way they were going to be able to be contacted through the chips.

"Is Chan on the other side yet?", Yunho asked.

Hongjoong nodded, "If course, he knows exactly what to do".

Hongjoong walked away from the van, slamming its doors shut behind him, he signaled for everyone to follow him and they did. Compared to a world of only blue and pink, your black attire would give anyone a heart attack, especially coming from a woman. In the city, Men dressed in pants and blue shirts, and women wore pink frilly shirts and white skirts, it was disgusting and toxic, to label entire genders to only one thing and punishing anyone who went outside of it, but it would also come to a shock to many to see a man wearing a skirt, which Wooyoung seemed to wear so well.

It had been years since anyone had seen you, your parents had given up on searching for you a long time ago, figuring you had been murdered or worse, imprisoned. You remembered the pink attire so well, how your friends would say how much they loved the way they dressed and how it was so perfect and lady-like, but you hated every single bit of it.

It didn't take very long to get inside the building, and once you were inside, people ran away and held their children away from you. A child began walking towards Seonghwa, his small outstretched hand reaching for the edge of his shirt, but before anything could happen, the boy's mother quickly ran and scooped the boy up in her arms, telling him to stay away from criminals. No one is born judging others for the way they look or dress, really if no one said anything at all, children would never know the difference between beautiful or ugly, good or bad, or even normal and abnormal. 

Children were not born to hate other people for the way they were born or the color of their skin, that thinking is ingrained in children from a young age, corrupting their beautifully open minds, really if it weren't for the way children were taught, the child would have walked right up to Seonghwa and talked to him, unafraid.

 As the mother carried the boy away, he stared at Seonghwa with wide eyes, as if it were his first time seeing color, Seonghwa didn't look like everyone else and his expression was anything but kind but the child didn't care, because he hadn't been taught that Seonghwa looking different was wrong. 

If only children could stay that way.

San walked close to you, his arm finding its way around your shoulders. Jongho stood to your other side, his eyes focused ahead. Everyone else continued walking, their faces blank as people stared at them in utter horror, and finally, you could see the stage where the leaders would soon be speaking.

In a matter of seconds, Hongjoong was standing on the stage, clearing his throat in the mic to gain onlookers' attention.

A/n: And that's a cut! You will be seeing part 2 the moment I have it up and ready! What do you guys think though? Was it any good? I was trying really hard for it to make sense...

Also, don't forget to vote for which member Y/n should end up with, and who knows...Maybe I'll write a whole book for this.

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Seonghwa

Hongjoong

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho