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Cat and Mouse • San Choi

san x fem!reader

summary• on your routine Saturday game nights you and San get bored of the board games. San proposes the idea of playing a childish game of hide and seek.

warnings• Smut, passionate sex, dom! San, sub! Reader, boyfriend San, light BDSM (blindfold), pet names (daddy, babygirl, baby, princess), oral (f! receiving), overstimulation, breeding kink *let me know if i missed something*

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a/n• this is based on a dream about San I had a few nights ago. This story plays out word for word but instead, my alarm goes off when San finds me. Mind you my alarm is Crazy Form so all I heard was Hongjoong telling me to get up lmao. I hope you like this short smut! Please give me some requests girlies! My inbox is always open and you can also send in requests anonymously! I love y’all enjoy :)) masterlist💜

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“Once I hide I put this on?” you questioned as you held the black lace fabric in your hand, running your fingers through the pattern. You looked up waiting for San’s response but were met with a grin that defined his dimple. All you could do at the moment was giggle and shake your head. You knew what San was trying to do, but he had to work for you first. “Get in your hiding spot, cover your eyes, and listen to my voice,” San said, tapping his index finger on your nose, causing you to scrunch it. You nodded in agreement and stood up. “Close your eyes and start counting then Sannie,” you said, waiting for him to close his eyes so you could run off. San turned his back to you and placed his hands on his eyes. “20, 19, 18,...,” San counted down as you watched him closely, making sure he didn’t turn around to see what direction you were going in. You hurried and darted through the living room and to the kitchen. “14, 13, 12,...,” San’s voice echoed through the room as he shouted louder for you to hear. You made your way to the hallway and looked at your options carefully. You couldn’t hide in the bedroom that would be too obvious. The bathroom also wasn’t an option either. Nor the office since there isn’t anywhere to hide. “8,9,7,...,” You opened the door to the guest bedroom, shutting it softly. You then opened the closet door, closed it behind you, and sat on the floor. “4,3,2,..” You heard his muffled shouts as you took the blindfold in your hand, placing it on your eyes, and tying it tight from the back.

Your heart was racing as the house fell silent. All that you could hear in that moment was the thud of your heart. You heard San’s footsteps walk through the house as he was making a clicking sound with his mouth, as if he was calling for an animal. “Y/n-ah, where are you baby?” You heard him say from afar. You heard him get closer, it sounded like he was in the hallway. “Hmm. Which room would you go in? You wouldn’t be in the bedroom, that is too easy. And there isn't anywhere to hide in the bathroom or office. So you must be here.” You covered your mouth as the guest bedroom door swung open. You could hear his feet grave the carpet as he looked in the room. You heard him slide against the ground as he looked under the bed. He got back up off the floor and you heard an audible chuckle come from him that formed a shiver to run down your spine.

You felt the closet door swing open as the draft breezed through your whole body. “Found you babygirl.” his words cut through you like a knife causing you to whimper. “You look so precious like this baby, the black lace compliments your skin tone beautifully,” he expressed, reaching down and running his thumb against your cheek. “How did I get so lucky hmm?” he said, his face being close to yours. You felt your blood rush to your core at the thought of him fucking you while you were blindfolded. The thought of not knowing what he would do next turned you on drastically. His fingers then caressed your chin, pulling your head up. Even though you couldn’t see you could imagine his expression, him smirking and his eyes hooded at the sight of you. “Should we go to our room? Or do you want me to please you here in the guest room princess?” Your mind spiraled at his words. The thought of him having his way with you while you were blindfolded made you lightheaded. “In here please.” You said softly biting your bottom lip. You reached out, filling for his face and then cupping it. You pulled him closer and felt his lips against yours. Your lips danced along each other as your thumb caressed his cheek. A slight hum came from San as he pressed deeper into the kiss, loving how you tasted. The kisses were slow and sloppy causing a tint to form in San’s sweatpants. You loved how he was biting onto your bottom lip and holding your head up with his fingers. His actions were so simple yet so effective, causing you to whimper for more.

San chuckled and pulled away “What is it, sweetie? You can’t wait?” He teased, you pouting in response. You felt San’s thumb move from your chin to your lips, he pressed slightly against them. Involuntarily you parted your lips and let his thumb slide into your mouth. You suck softly as your eyes roll back thinking of his dick replacing his thumb. “Good girl,” he cooed, watching you desperately suck on his finger. He removed his thumb from your mouth and rubbed his fingertip over your lips, causing you to kiss them. You felt San’s arms wrap around your body as he pulled you up off your knees. He peppered kissing onto your face as he guided you around the room. His arms then wrapped around your butt as he lifted you from your feet. He held onto the back of your head with one hand and kept you steady with his other arm. You felt him lean forward and place you on the soft bed.

You could feel his presence towering over you and staring at you. You reached out and made contact with his biceps, running circles on his skin, feeling goosebumps form on his arm. “I love it when you touch me like that, so delicate,” San whispered in your ear, followed by his lips making contact with your neck. You felt his tongue run laps on your skin before kissing it, making a whimper escape your lips. He bit softly on your skin causing you to reach for his head, running your fingers through his hair. He saw this as an invitation to keep going, forming multiple hickeys along your neck. “San please baby, I need more,” you begged wanting him inside you, making you cum for him. “Hold on, be patient for me princess,” he responded, making you wine in disagreement. You felt San get up from on top of you and run his fingers down your side. You felt him pull up your shirt exposing your chest to him. You felt San’s fingers cup your chest followed by his thumb flicking your hard nipple causing you to moan loudly at the sudden sensation. “You’re so pretty for me baby.” The way he praised you made you squeeze your thighs together, feeling your juices seep through your panties.

You grabbed onto the sheets and his arm as he continued to tease you. He then leaned down, his tongue making contact with your other nipple. You moaned out and scrunched your eyebrows together, grabbing onto him tighter. Your pussy was throbbing, so ready to be touched to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore. “D-daddy please,” you begged, wanting him to fill you up with his cock. All you could hear was the sound of his mouth smacking against your sensitive nipple, sending you over the edge. San removed himself from your chest and trailed kisses down your stomach, making contact with the hem of your shorts. In one swift movement, he pulled down both your shorts and panties, exposing you to the air. You feel his hands run up the backs of each thigh, moving your knees to your chest. “You're soaked babygirl, I can see you dripping,” he breathed, biting onto his bottom lip. You involuntarily grabbed onto the back of your knees, spreading your legs wide for San. “Good girl.” He heard him say as he looked at you with a smirk on his face. Your fingers dug into your skin as San reached for your sensitive core, lapping his fingers against your soaked pussy. He made direct eye contact with your body as he watched you squirm at his touch. His fingers ran from your entrance to your clit, causing his fingers to be coated with your juices.

San removed his fingers for a moment and you heard him hum, assuming that he put his fingers in his mouth to taste you. You felt San kiss your inner thigh followed by his lips and nose grazing your core. You could feel his breath against your skin, driving you insane. You felt his tongue spread your lips apart and flick against your sensitive clit causing a slight moan to escape your lips. His tongue slowly lapped circles around your throbbing clit as he looked up at you. Your lips were parted, your eyebrows were crunched together, and your nails were pressed against the back of your thighs. He started to flick his tongue at a fast pace causing you to arch your back. “San please,” you begged, wanting more from him. You then felt his lips wrap around your clit as he started to suck. A broken moan came from you as you felt your core throb with excitement. San kept alternating from flicking and sucking, sending your whole body into shock. His face was deep in your pussy and he was eating like he hasn't eaten in weeks. You could feel how eager he was to please you and that sent you into a spiral.

You reached for San’s head, pushing it down further into you, rocking your hips back and forth on his face. “Fuck you taste so good baby,” he said against you pussy causing you to whimper. “I don’t want to stop,” he breathed, pulling you closer to his face by your thighs. The slurping noises echoed through the room as San continued to suck on your sensitive clit. You bucked into his face as you felt yourself getting close to releasing. You tugged in his hair as his tongue rapidly flicked your clit, causing you to moan loudly. You were so close as you felt the knot in your core almost pop. “San- holy shit!” you screamed, releasing all over his face. You continued to moan as he sucked on your clit once again, causing your body to shake. You attempted to close your legs but San forced them open, lapping his tongue rapidly on your sensitive clit. You let out a loud moan, causing it to echo through the house. You let the pleasure consume you as San held your legs open and continued to suck on your pussy.

San removed himself from your core and watched as your body jerked from the overstimulation. You then felt him get off of the bed and heard his sweatpants slide down, the sound of the fabric ruffling and being thrown across the room. You felt yourself sink into the mattress as San climbed over you. Both of his hands were on either side of your head as he towered over you. You felt his lips make contact with yours, tasting yourself on his lips. You could feel how wet his face was as you placed your hands on his cheeks. You felt the tip of his dick touch your stomach, the precum dripping and landing on your skin. You both moaned into the kiss as you reached down and stroked his cock, running your thumb against his tip. “Fuck me please, I can’t wait any longer baby,” you whispered, pulling away from the kiss. With that, San placed one more kiss on your lips and moved his thighs under yours. “Anything for you babygirl,” he responded, rubbing his shaft against your core.

He took your legs and rested them on his shoulders, kissing them gently. San then pressed his tip inside of you, watching as your face changed. He looked down and watched as he trusted his dick inside of you, stretching you out. You threw your head back at the sudden feeling of him inside of you, clenching onto him. He let out a grunt trying hard not to instantly cum inside of you. “You are always so tight for me fuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back. You nodded your head eagerly in agreement, followed by a slight whine. San then looked back down and grabbed into your thighs, starting to pump slowly into you. You felt his dick slide in and out, caressing your insides causing your head to spin. You were still sensitive from the overstimulation that you quickly felt a knot form in your core.

San could feel you getting tighter around him, signaling him to thrust faster into you. He increased the speed causing you to moan loudly and him to say your name. He pounded rapidly into you causing wet squelching noises to emanate from your pussy. The bed was squeaking violently, the headboard slamming into the wall. The room was filled with the loud smack of your skin making contact with his. Your fingers were gripping onto the sheets as you moaned his name loudly. You felt his hands caress your thighs as he fucked you, occasionally squeezing them. San couldn’t stop staring at how beautiful you looked like this. Your eyes blindfolded, you focusing on the feeling of him fucking you. Your mouth open, moaning his name along with broken moans. Your breast bouncing up and down as he rammed into you.

San was repeatedly hitting your g-spot causing you to squeeze tighter around him. You wanted to hold off from cumming for as long as possible but your body was being pushed into overdrive. San then suddenly moved your legs off of his shoulders, letting them fall to his side. He held onto you, putting his hands behind your back, lifting you up, and pulling you close to him. You were now on top of his lap as he thrusted into you. You placed your arms around his neck, propping yourself up. He buried his head into your neck, biting softly on your skin. He held onto your waist while his other hand rested on your back. The feeling of him fucking you in this position couldn’t be described. The way his dick was hitting your g-stop was incredible, feeling every inch of his dick deep inside of you. “I love you, baby,” he breathed as he thrusted up into you. You were lost for words but responded “I l-love you- Sannie.” Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you felt your orgasm coming. “San- fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You yelled, feeling like you were going to explode. “Cum for me baby, cum all over me,” he breathed as your pussy clenched tighter around him. “SAN!” you moaned, throwing your head back as you came. You felt your core twitch around him as he continued to thrust slowly into you. You started to grind slowly against him, making his tip kiss your cervix.

You were both breathing rapidly as you grinded against him, making sure he didn’t pull out of you. You removed your arms from around San’s neck and reached for your blindfold. You untied it and let it fall from your eyes, wincing at the sudden brightness of the room. You looked at him and saw his beautiful smile looking back at you. His hair was wet and messy and beads of sweat were rolling down his cheek. You caressed his cheek with your thumb and kissed him passionately. You looked down at the blindfold on the bed and picked it up. You took the blindfold and wrapped it around San’s eyes, tying it in the back. “It’s your turn baby,” you whispered in his ear. You kissed on his neck softly as he ran his hand across your back. He hummed as your teeth latched onto his skin, sending a vibration through you. You got up slightly so San could lay his legs down flat, instead of resting on his knees.

Once he was sitting on the bed you pressed your hand against his chest, pushing him down on the mattress. You ran your hands down his arms and guided his hands to your waist. He held you tight as you started to grind against him. You put your hand on his chest and started to bounce up and down. You saw him bite his lower lip and his eyebrows scrunch together. “Fuck, so good,” San moaned, gripping onto your hips tighter. “Just for you Daddy,” you breathed, looking at how sexy he looked like this. “I want you to fill your princess up, show me how much cum you can fill me with,” you demanded as you bounced faster on his dick. San dug his hands further into your skin as he moaned your name. You clenched yourself around him tighter watching him lay his head back as long moans escaped his lips. “Just like that baby,” he moaned, moving his hand to rub your thigh.

San was moaning and grunting loudly, they were piercing through the walls. The bed was creaking as you rode him faster, watching how he reacted. You felt him twitch inside you signaling that he was close to cumming. You saw him grab onto the sheets as his mouth fell wide open. “Cum in me daddy,” you moaned, leaning down and kissing his cheek. “Y/N!” he moaned as you felt warm liquid fill your pussy up. You slowed down as you felt him jerk under you. You could feel his cum run down your thigh as you removed him from inside you.You then laid on his chest and moved his wet strains away from his face. You felt his heartbeat as you ran circles on his chest with your finger tips. “Sannie, are you okay?” you asked, looking up at him. You reached your hands up and unraveled the blindfold off his eyes. You both made direct contact with each other and smiled. He wrapped his arm around you and placed a kiss on your lips. “We should play hide and seek more often,” he laughed, causing you to roll your eyes and giggle as well. “As long as you are hiding next time,” you said, booping his nose with your fingertip.

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yoongiseesawmp3 · 18 days

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ceilings pt3 - san

summary: pe teacher!san turned new dad!san. your family of three is growing. an engagement, a pregnancy, a wedding? that's a lot. good thing you and san can get through anything together.

word count: 9.8k

warnings: afab reader, inaccurate descriptions of pregnancy/labor (ive never done it before!)

note: this is the last part! thank you for reading and sharing such kind words about this series :') thank you thank you thank you.

masterlist / part one / part two

"baby, come on, we're gonna be late!" san calls from the kitchen. you groan, but he can't hear you. it's still the early stages of your pregnancy, but you feel like shit. you know you need to get up, you have to go to this appointment, but no part of you wants to move. so you don't. that leads to san bursting into the bedroom with your breakfast, saying, "paging mrs. choi!"

"why do you keep calling me that? we're not married yet," you mumble into your pillow. then, upon smelling the food san's holding in front of you, you scrunch your face up and suppress a gag. "move, i think i'm gonna be sick."

san steps out of the way as you sprint to the bathroom, trying to shut him out before you kneel just in time to hurl all the contents of your stomach into the toilet. you know it may not be sanitary, but you lay your head on the seat, catching your breath as san quietly joins you.

"san, i told you i don't want you to see me like this," you whisper, voice hoarse.

"too bad," he shakes his head. he sits on the edge of the tub, brushing your hair out of your face as he says, "i'm here now so i'm here for everything. even the puking bits."

"but it's embarrassing. and gross."

"it's nature," he shrugs while you start heaving again. "it happens."

"how late are we gonna be for the appointment?" you ask, looking back to find san watching you with concern in his eyes.

"not too late," he admits. "i woke you up early."

"you're evil."

"yeah but you love me," he smirks.

"not right now," you say as you hover over the toilet again. "seriously, can you go do something else?"

"nothing for me to do," he says. "vi's at school, kitchen is clean, laundry's done-"

"can you," you stop as you get sick again. "can you go throw those eggs away? i'm sorry san but just the smell-"

"they're gone," he says, kissing the back of your head as you take deep breaths to steady your stomach. he clears the food that he brought for you, packing some safer foods for you to snack on in the car. he also packs your vitamins and a ginger ale, because he knows you'll be fine in a few minutes. your morning sickness comes like clockwork, and goes away pretty quickly. it's just tough while you're going through it, so san is eager to make things easier for you if he can. he places your to go bag by the door, shuffling back to the bedroom to find you back in the bed. "y/n, now we're actually late."

"do i have to go to this appointment?" you whine. "you can go for me."

"we kinda need your equipment though, baby," he laughs. "come on, let's get dressed."

you roll out of bed then and into san's arms. he hugs you tight, kissing your forehead before waddling you into the closet. he hands you whatever is closest, taking your pajamas and tossing them into the laundry basket as you change. when you're done he gives you a once over and asks, "did you brush your teeth?"

"yes," you grumble. "but it made me sick again. so we'll have to get a new toothpaste on the way back from the doctor, i can't use this one anymore."

"got it," san nods, pulling you out of the closet and toward the door. "you good now? ready to go?"

"yep," you assure him. "let me just get something for the car-"

san holds up the bag he prepared earlier, smiling proudly as he says, "way ahead of you, love. now let's go see this baby!"

you're using the same doctor that delivered violet for this pregnancy, so you know what to expect. the first visit for this kid was just with a technician, so today will be san's first time meeting the doctor. at the other appointment, he got to see the ultrasound, even though the fetus was barely the size of a peanut on the screen, and he still cried. he's been so excited for this appointment because he has a lot of questions for the doctor, and they'll take blood today to find out the sex.

you thought about waiting, because that's what you did with violet, but san said he wants to know everything. you want him to enjoy this, getting to be a dad from the very beginning, so you're doing whatever he wants. he wants to know the sex, so you're doing that. he wants to be at every appointment, so he's there. he wants to see all the good and exciting parts of pregnancy and all the gross and scary parts too, so you're letting him. it's bringing you closer than you ever thought possible, and you can't believe you did this once already without san by your side to help you.

as he drives to the doctor, he goes through his questions with you, not wanting to sound like an ignorant dad in front of your doctor. he's worried about asking questions he should already know, so you're answering what you can and keeping track of which answers need a professional opinion.

"you know some of these you could just google," you tease. "no need to bother the doc with them."

"i'd rather hear it from someone i trust, not a stranger on the internet," san replies. "but there's one i'm afraid to ask, so i guess i'll google that."

"what is it?" you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

"can we still have sex?"

"you're joking."

"what! i want to know if it's bad for the baby!"

"i actually don't know," you think about it. "i know sex is encouraged to induce labor, but i'm not sure if it does anything else."

"i'll keep that in mind," san smirks, and you slap his arm as he pulls into the parking lot. he complains when you get out of the car without his help, but you remind him that you can still do things on your own. he keeps mumbling as you walk into the waiting room, waving as you greet the receptionist.

"well if it isn't my favorite parents," she smiles.

"i bet you say that to everyone," you roll your eyes, but she shakes her head.

"nope, you made the cutest kid i've ever seen," she says. "and you're both nice, so that gets you top spot."

"well i hope that works in our favor since we're so late today," san says sheepishly.

"no worries," the receptionist assures him. "it's a slow day, so you're all we've got this morning. i'll tell the doc you're here."

a nurse leads you to an exam room shortly after, and san starts firing some of his questions at her. they chat as you get situated in the chair, cursing at how uncomfortable you are. was your pregnancy with violet this miserable? or has it just been so long you forgot how bad it gets?

"y/n! it's so nice to see you again!" the doctor says cheerfully as she walks in. san stands off to the side as you catch up, but you keep an eye on him as you speak. the doc catches on and turns to him, smiling warmly as she asks, "is this the father i've heard so much about?"

"you told her about me?" san asks you, and you feel yourself blush.

"some of it was just medical," the doc answers for you. "but i could tell this one had some feelings she needed to address. i'm very happy to see you both here now."

"happy to be here," san smiles. "i've actually got some questions for you-"

"i'm sorry in advance," you tell her, and san shushes you.

"i've dealt with much worse," the doctor says. "ask away."

boy does he! san shoots off question after question as the doctor preps the machine and checks your vitals. when you lift your shirt for the ultrasound gel, she comments on your baby bump.

"you're showing a lot for just a few weeks," she notes. "when did you say you conceived?"

"pretty much the second time we had sex," you answer, and san balks. "what? she's seen my vagina. she can know about our sex life."

"it's part of the job," the doctor agrees. "it's not uncommon for a second pregnancy to speed some symptoms along, so that might be why you're showing so soon.

"is that a bad thing?" san asks, but she shakes her head.

"just some early growth, nothing wrong with that," she says as she starts the ultrasound. san takes your hand and squeezes softly, his palm sweaty from nerves and excitement. "but let's take a look at the little one to make sure."

"do you hear that?" you ask san. he's watching the screen intently, so it takes a second for your voice to register. he listens for a second and asks what you're talking about. "the heartbeat. that whooshing sound? that's the baby."

"really?" he looks at you eagerly. "that's the baby's heartbeat?"

"babies," the doctor says, and you nod in agreement.

"yeah, that's the baby's heart-"

"no, i mean babies, plural," she repeats. "there are two fetuses here."

"what?" you're shocked. you look at the screen and gasp, noticing the second blob immediately. "oh my god."

"two babies?" san whispers, gripping your hand so tightly it hurts. "there's two babies in there?"

"that's why you're showing so early," the doctor smiles as she notes a few things in your file. "but yes, you're having twins, y/n."

"oh my god," you repeat. san cups your chin, pulling your gaze from the ultrasound to his teary eyes.

"twins," he emphasizes. "two babies, y/n!"

"two babies," you nod, still surprised. "you get to have three after all."

"i love you so much," he whispers, kissing you quickly so he can go back to staring at the babies on the screen.

"do twins run in your family?" the doctor asks.

"maybe in mine?" san thinks out loud, and your head whips to look at him. "what?"

"that would've been nice to know!"

"would it have stopped you from sleeping with me?" san asks, and you shut up, because, no, it wouldn't have. but it would've been nice to know it was a possibility.

"since it's twins, this pregnancy might look a little different," the doctor starts to explain, and you try to listen but your mind is swimming. two babies. you're gonna have three kids. two babies plus violet. can you and san handle that? can you afford it? can your house even fit two babies? as you run through all these questions, san jots down notes on the pamphlets the doctor is handing him, explaining how the appointments will increase in frequency for the next bit of the pregnancy to monitor the twins' growth and your health. there's even more things you have to do now to make sure everything is safe, so san is planning his next grocery run in his head as you sit there stunned.

"y/n?" he finally calls your name. you turn to him dazed, and he can tell something's wrong. "you ok?"

"this is just a lot to take in," you say softly. "but i'm ok. i'm happy."

"are you ready for me to take your blood?" the doctor asks, and you nod. she explains that they'll call back tomorrow with your health updates, and in about a week with the sex of the babies. "what do you think you'll have?"

"two girls," san replies immediately.

"you like being a girl dad?" the doctor asks, and he nods eagerly. "y/n? what about you?"

"i want san to have a son," you reply. "but i can't let the boys outnumber me and vi, so i think one of each would be nice."

"i'd be happy with whatever, honestly," san says. "this is exciting."

"cool, because i'm terrified," you mumble, wiping the gel off of your stomach as the doctor wraps up.

"you'll be fine," she tells you. "you were like this with violet, and look how well you did. this pregnancy will be just as great."

"i'll remember that in the morning when i'm puking my guts out," you smile, and she laughs.

"let me get you a few more vitamins, and then you're good to go."

you and san took the day off work for the appointment, so after a quick grocery shop you're back home. you're already exhausted despite not doing much today, so san puts the groceries up while you lay down. you're in and out of sleep when he pads into the room, lays down behind you and scoops you into his arms.

"y/n," he whispers into your hair. "are you awake?"

"no."

"baby."

"my love. sh."

"but i want to ask you something." at that you roll over. he looks at you softly, brushing some hair out of your face. "how do you feel?"

"that's why you woke me up?" you pout, and he kisses you to make up for it.

"we're having twins," he says. the shock is finally hitting him, apparently. "that's a lot more work for you."

"for both of us," you reply. "good thing there's two of us, a baby for each."

"yeah, but at the doctor earlier you said you were scared," he continues. "and then she went on and on about all the things you need to be careful of..."

so this isn't san checking in on you, really. it's him admitting he's worried, but masking it by seeing how you feel about this change of plans. he does that a lot, tries to save face and be unafraid for you, but you need him to know he can be open with you about his feelings. he can get too caught up in providing for you and violet that he forgets to check on himself, so you'll do it for him.

"i'm scared, but good scared," you explain. "pregnancy is scary, because you never really know everything is good until you meet the kid. and don't even get me started on labor. the idea of doing that twice, back to back? that's gonna be awful. but i know it'll be ok, because i have you, and we have our family, our friends, so many people to support us. it'll be tough, sure, but we can do it," you assure him, cupping his face. "aren't you excited you'll get your family of five you've always wanted?"

"yeah," he admits shyly. "i'm really excited, it's just..."

"sannie, you can tell me. are you nervous?" he nods. "what are you nervous about?"

"am i gonna be a good dad?" he whispers so quietly you could barely hear it, and you're just inches away from him. you sit up as best you can, staring down at him in disbelief.

"how on earth could you think otherwise?" you ask. "look at how you are with violet."

"yeah, but she was a big kid when i met her," he whispers still. "i've worked with kids her age for years. i've never been around a baby, let alone two, for more than a couple hours."

"well good thing you have me, super mom, by your side," you joke, but san groans, pulling your hand from caressing his neck to hold it over his chest. you can feel his heart racing as you flatten your palm over his soft t shirt, and you trace shapes over it to try and calm him.

"i'm being serious, y/n."

"and i'm being serious when i say you'll be great with the babies. i raised one, i know what it takes, and i swear i'm not joking. you're already great at anticipating mine and violet's needs, and that's most of what having a baby is about. you're loving, and nurturing, and easy to hold onto for a few hours," he blushes at this, "and that's another big part of having a baby. they're super clingy."

"like you?" he teases, and you pinch him. "ah!"

"i know you'll be great with the babies because you are a kind, smart, caring person. what you don't know, you'll figure out, and i'll be right next to you to help whenever you need it, mr. choi," you add, and you feel san's skin warm at the nickname, but he frowns anyway. "what? you're not convinced?"

"no, i just thought about it, and when are we gonna have a wedding?" he wonders. "do we still want to wait until the babies come, or will we be too exhausted now that there's two of them?

"that's a good question," you frown too, nuzzling into your pillow as your grogginess takes over. "we'll have to think about that another day. you woke me up from a nap."

"go to sleep, baby," san says, pulling you onto his chest. "thank you for what you said."

"i meant it," you say softly. "you are so capable, san. two babies aren't gonna take you down." he giggles, and it jostles you so bad you wince. "what's so funny?"

"sorry," he shakes his head. "just..the way you phrased that. now i'm thinking about me fighting two really big babies."

"oh my god," you groan, pushing away from him as you lay your head back on your pillow. "good night. wake me up when you mature ten years."

jen brought violet home from school that afternoon, and wooyoung tagged along just because. secretly he liked playing house and wondering what it would be like when he's ready to have kids, but if he admitted to that he would never hear the end of it. plus, he's too immature to have his own kid. he taught violet a song about farts on the ride home, so he's happy in his role as fun uncle.

san, ever the dad, reprimands wooyoung (and violet a little too) for the song as you tell jen about the doctor's appointment. violet has run off to her room, so it's just the adults now. san has an arm draped over your shoulders with jen on your other side, and wooyoung is in his own world in the armchair. jen's listening to you explain the visit while you keep the sonogram pictures just out of her reach. once you've said all you want to say, you hand her the pictures and wait.

"aw!" she squeals. "what am i looking at?"

"well there's one baby," you say, pointing to the first blob. "and there's number two."

"what?" jen and wooyoung's head both snap toward you. "number two?!"

"man, how strong is your sperm?" wooyoung asks, moving to perch on the armrest next to jen so he can see the sonogram himself.

"you're having two babies?" jen asks. "two? as in two babies?"

"two babies," you nod.

"you guys have to be the most fertile people on earth," she shakes her head in disbelief. "how did you have sex twice and get knocked up each time?"

"they've had sex way more than twice," wooyoung scoffs, looking at san to confirm, "right?"

"shut up man."

"so wait," jen says, pulling your attention back. "what about the wedding?"

"it's on hold," you shrug.

"no," san butts in. "it's changing. but it's not on hold."

"you know what i meant baby," you wave him off.

"still didn't like it," he mumbles, and you grab his hand on your shoulder and kiss it in apology. as you pull away you yawn so big it brings tears to your eyes, and you slump back into the couch with a whine. "you didn't sleep enough?"

"no, i did," you grumble. "i was like this with violet, i could sleep all the time and never feel rested."

"well we're here now," jen sits up. "what can we do so you and san can rest?"

"really?" you're skeptical, only because wooyoung looks unsure of being volun-told to help out.

"really."

"uh, san?" you turn to him. "what haven't you done today?"

"you could make dinner," he smiles. "and wear violet out a little more. she told me someone gave her a bunch of candy during dismissal?" he says this looking at jen, who pretends not to notice.

"so i'll be on violet duty, and you cook dinner?" she says to wooyoung, who reluctantly agrees. "great, get to it pal."

"what kinda food do you have?" wooyoung asks. "or are you craving anything?"

"we bought stuff for burgers this morning," san replies, following wooyoung into the kitchen despite this being time for him to rest too. "cook y/n's until there's no pink left, and no cheese-"

as you get further into the pregnancy, you're getting more and more used to the idea of twins. you're glad you ended up with two babies, because now san gets the full experience of having a kid. with one baby, you could use all of violet's hand-me-downs. with two, you need to buy a second set of everything, so san is going trigger happy with the shopping sprees. by the end of the first trimester, you're pretty sure san has bought two of everything from the baby store by your house, and you even think he's got a salesperson on speed dial.

he's late getting back from work one day, and you immediately know where he went. you're not surprised when he comes home, bags hanging from his hands with violet skipping behind him. she's got two baby dolls in her arms, and she slides into the kitchen to show you.

"mommy! look! i'm like you!" she beams. "i'm practicing holding two babies, daddy got me new dolls at the store, and some pretend diapers so i can practice changing them, and he got these cool walkie-talkies for their room so me and the babies can tell secrets..." she trails off as she goes to her room to get the dolls settled with the rest of her toys, leaving you staring at a sheepish san with a hand on your hip. you're totally showing now, the baby belly so big you've just given up on what to wear. you've got an old sweatshirt on, one of san's from college, but even that can't cover the bump. your stomach peeks out, and san's hands rub soothingly over it as he gets closer.

"they're not walkie-talkies, they're baby monitors," san says. "and i got the dolls because she looked pretty bummed at all the baby stuff i was buying. i felt like she needed to know some things are still about her."

"good call," you nod, giving him a kiss. "but did we need more baby stuff?"

"we needed the monitors," he pouts. "the ones you had from vi's baby days were so old i had to crank them to turn them on."

"shut up."

"and i figured we could always use more diapers," he concludes. "so that's why there's a lot of bags."

"and vi's two babies?" you ask, smoothing out a wrinkle in his shirt.

"i blame you for that," he points in your face, and you nip at his finger. "she looks up to you so much, she wouldn't leave without getting 'twims like mommy.' how could i say no to that?"

"that is pretty sweet," you sigh. "you hungry? i made dinner."

"yeah, let me just put this stuff in the twin's room," he says, kissing your cheek before he steps away. "i'll get violet too."

after dinner, you and violet play with her new baby dolls while san figures out the baby monitors. violet is so excited to be a big sister, and you love seeing her practice with the dolls. she's caring like san, cooing at the babies the same way san coos at violet. she's asking great questions too, wondering how she can help when the babies come. you tell her about diapers, feeding, and cleaning up toys, and she listens intently.

"you know what you can do now though?" you ask. she shakes her head, so you scoot closer to her and hold her hands as you go on. "you can talk to the babies. they can hear everything we say, so it's nice to say hi, tell them who you are, and just let them hear your voice."

"they can hear us?" she looks confused. "how?"

"i don't know, bug," you laugh, "but they can. i talked to you all the time when you were in my belly, and when you were born as soon as i said something you started looking for me. you recognized my voice, because you could hear me in here. so do you wanna try talking to the twins?"

"ok," she says, leaning down to cup her hands over your belly. she talks into her hands, and the vibrations makes you giggle. "hi babies!"

"tell them your name," you encourage her.

"i'm violet, your big sister," she says, then looks up at you. "what now?"

"that can be all," you shrug. "you can talk to them more when you have something else to say."

"ok!" she looks satisfied, and you catch movement from the corner of your eye. san is there, watching proudly.

"what are my favorite girls up to?" he asks.

"talking to the babies," you reply. "you wanna say something?"

"maybe later," he smiles. "it's somebody's bedtime."

"no!" violet whines.

"come on baby, let's get ready for bed," you say as you try to stand. you can't, so san rushes to help you up. "did you get the monitors set up?"

"yeah, it was easy," he shrugs. "you got bath time or you need my help?"

"i'll do the bath if you get the bedtime story," you reply. "i've got about ten minutes of energy left in me."

once violet is all clean and in her pjs, you give her a kiss goodnight and head back to your room. meanwhile, san sits down for what will most likely turn into about an hour's worth of bedtime stories, so you start to doze off as you wait for him to finish up. you faintly hear him come into the room, the sound of the shower waking you up. you roll over and see one of the baby monitors already on the nightstand, and you watch it for a moment, remembering the days of baby vi and looking forward to the new babies. you think you're imagining it at first, but you definitely see movement on the screen. you look at it scared, thinking irrationally that it might be a ghost. but you see tiny little violet standing there with her baby dolls in her arms. you turn the volume up to get a better idea of what's happening.

"what are you doing up, baby?" san asks, a towel around his waist as he steps out of the bathroom. you shush him, and he crawls onto the bed to see what you're looking at. he hooks his chin over your shoulder, humming when he realizes what he's looking at. that's when you both hear her.

"hi babies, it's me again," violet whispers. "i'm not supposed to be awake so i gotta talk fast. but i'm really excited to meet you. you're gonna love mommy and daddy too. they're really nice."

"i think i'm gonna cry," you whisper.

"i'm already there," san sniffles, rubbing his nose into your shoulder.

"gross!" you shriek, and he hushes you quickly.

"stop! she might hear you!"

"oh, look, she's doing something," you bring the screen closer, and you see violet place a baby doll in each crib.

"good night babies!" she whispers, shuffling out of the room and back to hers. you and san laugh when you hear her accidentally slam her door shut, and you sit in silence for a minute as you think about what you just watched.

"hey," san whispers, and you twist to meet his eyes. "i love our little family."

"me too," you whisper back.

when your doctor called a few weeks ago with the sex of the twins, you got an idea. you knew your friends would be throwing you a baby shower, so you thought it would be fun for everyone to find out together. you had your doctor email the results to jen, who insisted she wouldn't be able to keep the secret that long, but so far she and wooyoung haven't blabbed (because you know she told him as soon as she knew). they, along with some of your friends from college, have been planning the shower for a couple weeks now, but no one will tell you anything about it. you almost think they're not gonna have it, until san wakes up one weekend to find half of the people he knows just sitting in his living room.

"what the hell?" he asks groggily, finding wooyoung across the room. "you broke into my house?"

"jen has a key," woooyung replies, but that still doesn't explain the situation.

"what-why? why are you all here?" san looks around, suddenly glad he put more clothes on before leaving the bedroom.

"surprise?" jen says, appearing from the kitchen. "we wanted to throw you a surprise shower."

"but we knew about it already," san says as he wipes his eyes. "so it was never a surprise."

"exactly! we made it one!"

"by breaking into my house," san yawns. "so we're doing this now?"

"if that's ok?" jen says. "i talked to y/n about it and she said it was fine."

"oh i'm the only one who didn't know about it then."

"y/n knew it was happening today, she just didn't know when," jen points out.

"fine," san yawns again. "i'll go get her. but she's grumpy in the morning, so beware."

"tell her there's donuts from her favorite place, and i got her a tea latte she told me she likes," jen reports. "and there's other stuff from the diner you go to all the time."

"got it," san nods sleepily, shuffling back into the bedroom. he falls down onto the bed, jostling you awake. "baby. there's people in our house."

"what?"

"jen. she let a bunch of people into our house."

"....what?"

"we have to get up," san says as he rolls himself on top of you, holding himself up so he doesn't squish you or the babies. "now, baby."

"no. 'm tired."

"there's food."

"not hungry," you mumble, pulling san down so you can press your cheek to his. it leaves him in an awkward spot, wanting to cuddle you but not wanting to mess with your precious cargo.

"the sooner we go out there, the sooner they'll leave," san whispers into your ear.

"stop it, that's turning me on."

"oh?" san sits up with a smirk. "tell me more."

"no, help me up," you grumble. with a lot of effort, san gets you out of bed and helps you get dressed. against your protests, he insists on something that'll cover the bump at least while there are guests in the house. you do the same for him, finding the sweatshirt violet gave him that says 'i'm a rad dad' or something lame like that. san wears it with pride as he guides you back out to the party, friends you haven't seen in years stopping you for hugs or to uncomfortably touch your stomach. san keeps a protective eye on you while he looks around for violet, but he can't find her. where is that kid?

"there you are!" jen finds you, pulling you and san into a quick hug. "what took you so long? you knew we were coming."

"somebody didn't want to get up," san tattles.

"i am growing two humans inside of me," you state clearly. "sorry i needed the rest."

"whatever, come on," jen drags you to the kitchen. "we have breakfast."

"where's our kid?" you ask san, and he shrugs. "oh good, cool, house full of people and we don't know-"

"she's outside, crabby," jen cuts you off. "she and the other kids are helping me with some of the games. wooyoung went out there to supervise."

"but who's watching wooyoung?" san teases.

"violet," you and jen reply. she hands you a plate of food so full you're afraid it'll crack beneath the weight, but you've finally gotten over your morning sickness. this might be the first real breakfast you've eaten in months.

"bless you for this," you tell her. "thank you for throwing the shower."

"thanks for letting me have it at your house without you really knowing," she replies. "it won't be long, though, if you're not feeling up to a bunch of activity. mostly everyone has eaten, and the kids are almost done with the surprise outside. presents are in the babies' room, and everyone who brought diapers has already put them in your hall closet."

"can we do this every other month?" you ask through a mouthful of food. you watch san take a bite out of a pink frosted donut and turn to jen so fast it makes her jump.

"what's wrong with you?"

"the pink donuts," you point out. "it's two girls, isn't it?"

"what? no, you just like strawberry donuts, you weirdo," jen replies. "we'll do the boy or girl thing outside."

"did you get one of those baseballs that i can hit with the dust inside? i always wanted to do that," san says excitedly.

"that would've been nice to know earlier," jen says.

"eh, next kid then," san jokes.

once you're sufficiently stuffed, an excited violet sneaks in from the backyard and whispers something to jen. you see them across the room, and then jen calls everyone's attention. she says everyone but you and san can go outside, and you watch as they all trickle into the yard. there's sounds of surprise, some cheers, and even one squeal. you and san are confused, but violet and jen can't keep the smiles off their faces. you approach violet, bending down as best you can, and pinch her nose.

"you're keeping a secret again, aren't you?" you ask her, and she replies by shaking her head so hard her ponytail falls out. you help her fix it as jen explains the next part of the shower.

"so we've set up some games outside," she says. "and some blue or pink decorations. you'll be able to know as soon as you go out there, so you need to let me and vi walk out first, then i'll call for you to follow. got it?"

"i don't like when you go into teacher mode," you mumble.

"you asked for this," she replies. "am i understood?"

"yeah."

"good," she smiles and grabs violet's hand. they walk out together, keeping the door pulled as best they can to stop your prying eyes. you're left alone with san long enough to lace your fingers with his, squeezing his hand tightly before asking him, "you nervous?"

"no," he shakes his head. "i am so, so excited."

"come out!" you hear jen yell. you look to san, your free hand on the door, and he gives you an encouraging nod. you pull the door open but shut your eyes, and you walk into the backyard with san by your side. you only open your eyes when you hear a choked cry from san, and you understand why when you open your eyes.

you see your friends, your family, your beautiful daughter, surrounded by what seems like thousands of streamers. pink streamers. and blue, too.

"a boy and a girl," you turn to san, blinking away tears.

"just like you said. how did you know?" he asks in disbelief.

"it felt right," you reply. san's hands are rubbing over your stomach, and you feel something. "whoa."

"what was that?" san asks, his excitement only growing. "was that a kick?"

"baby girl or baby boy was saying hey," you nod, lifting your shirt regardless of the people around you so you and san can each place a hand over the babies. you feel a little kick beneath your hand followed by another near san, and you jump a little bit. "they're kicking! did you feel that?"

"oh my god," san breathes out. "i can't believe it. we're gonna have two babies."

"two babies that like to party, apparently," you comment, noticing that they haven't stopped wiggling since someone turned some music on. "they're gonna be trouble."

"they'll be perfect," san shakes his head, a sweet look in his eyes. "a boy and a girl! this couldn't be more perfect."

the twins are due any day now, and while you're about to burst because of the babies, san is gonna burst because of excitement. he was attentive before, but damn. now that your due date is looming, he's texting you every hour asking some variation of "are they here yet?"

your due date is actually two days from now, on wednesday, but san convinced you to start your maternity leave today. you've been trying to take a nap for the past hour, but you can't get comfortable enough. you wonder briefly if it's because san's not laying with you, but you don't think about that for too long. you get so uncomfy that you just give up, huffing your way to the living room so you can at least watch tv. as soon as you sit down, your phone starts to ring. it's san, calling on his lunch break.

"hey baby," he chirps when you answer. "how ya feelin?"

"like i'm nine months pregnant with twins."

"did you eat lunch yet? you sound hangry."

"no, i'm feeling nauseous again," you mumble as you move around on the couch. "i thought i was gonna get sick after my breakfast, so i'm not eating for a while to be safe."

"is that good for you and the babies, though?" he asks. "maybe you feel nauseous because you haven't eaten. the twins are basically sucking your life force right now, so you need more than a pop tart for breakfast."

"how did you know-"

"you want me to order something for you?" he asks, but you shake your head even though he can't see.

"no, i'll make something," you reply. "i've got all this anxious energy waiting for the babies to come, doing something with my hands will help."

"don't overdo it though, baby," san warns. "me and vi will be home early today, remember? so leave your dishes for us."

"why are you leaving early?"

"teacher conferences," san answers. "i told you like three times this morning."

"i was asleep, babe."

"oh, well, we'll be home early," he chuckles. "it'll be like that for the next two days."

"great, so you can hover over me even more," you pretend to groan, but san can hear the smile through your words.

"aren't you lucky?" he teases. "ok, well i gotta go, tell the babies i love em."

"oh! that reminds me!" you almost shout. "i thought of a name!"

"really?" san smiles. "for the boy or for the girl?"

"not telling, you'll have to wait till you come home," you taunt him. "see you soon my love."

over dinner, you discuss potential baby names. you and san are in agreement that the boy should be named oliver, but you can't settle on a girl name to save your life.

"no, none of those will be cute with oliver," you shake your head as san reads off a list of baby names. violet sits to your side, silently munching on her dinner, but she looks deep in thought.

"yeah, but if we call him oli," san starts again, and you groan.

"babe, that's cute for a little kid, but i don't want our son to be a grown man still introducing himself with a nickname," you insist. "we need a name that sounds good with oli and with oliver."

"then you look," san says, passing the phone to you. "but i stand by my choice."

"these are pretty," you point to a few on the list, but san scrunches his nose. "what's wrong with them?"

"i didn't know you were giving birth to a grandma," san jokes, and you reach over the table and pinch him. "ouch!"

"what about ivy?" violet asks, and in the midst of your bickering with san you almost miss her little voice. "ivy and oli sounds good, but so does ivy and oliver."

"i love it, bug," san smiles brightly at her. he looks to you for your opinion, but he frowns when he sees you crying. "what's wrong?"

"it's perfect," you blubber out, waving him off as he tries to comfort you. "i'm fine. i'm hormonal."

"but you like the name?" san asks, and you nod as you blow your nose. "vi, how'd you come up with ivy?"

"it's everywhere at the park," she shrugs. "we went on a nature walk today, and i saw the place where we met mommy with the bench and the violets."

"when you proposed," you say quietly. "there was ivy in the clearing when you proposed."

"that's it then," san smiles. "the twins will be named ivy and oliver."

"now we all have v's in our names!" violet cheers, but you and san look confused.

"mommy and daddy don't," you point out.

"this isn't for you, it's just for the kids," violet shakes her head, and you share a look with san like you know you've gotten yourselves into trouble. imagine two more violets running around, how are you gonna manage the sass?

"well then, time for the kids to go to bed," san says, looking at you and vi. "that includes you, mama. babies need sleep."

"but i'm comfortable," you groan. "i don't wanna move yet."

"i'll help you," san leaps into action, wrapping his arm around you as he helps you stand while violet watches on.

"ew, mommy, did you pee your pants?" she giggles, pointing to your seat. you and san turn to see what she's talking about, and you feel the wind get knocked out of you as you realize what this means.

"oh shit," you breathe out, turning to san. "my water broke. i'm having the babies."

san precariously gets you and violet to the hospital where jen meets you shortly after. she's prepared to hang with violet in the waiting room or take her back home if this takes too long, but violet's insisting that she wants to stay the whole time.

"i don't wanna go home," she pouts after you tell her the plan. "i can't miss the babies!"

"she's right," jen says, "she can't miss the babies."

"this might take a while, bug," san tells her, but violet shakes her head. he looks to jen next and asks, "are you cool to stay the night? i can call my sister if-"

"if violet's staying, i'm staying," jen says with finality. "i brought blankets, she and i can share."

"knock knock!" your doctor appears at the door. "are we ready for the first check in?"

"we'll be in the waiting room," jen ushers violet out while san moves next to the bed and reaches for your hand. he holds onto it tightly as the doctor goes through the motions of checking everything. when she finishes she looks at you both and smiles.

"well, everything looks good so far, i'll be back in a little bit to see how you're doing," your doctor says. "if you need me, just hit the call button, but i think you're in good hands."

"i am," you look to san. once the doctor leaves, you cup his face and bring him down for a kiss. "how ya feelin', dad?"

"i'm freaking out," he whispers back. "how are you not freaking out?"

"i've done this before," you shrug. "i know it's not that bad."

"but i don't!" san yelps. "you're about to do something that should be physically impossible! then we're gonna have two babies! three kids that we're responsible for! what are we gonna do?"

"san, look at me." he stops and leans his forehead against yours. "it's gonna be fine. freak out, don't freak out, whatever, but all you gotta do is stay by my side and watch the birth of your twins. all the stuff after, we'll figure it out together. yeah?"

"ok," he whispers.

"you're still freaking out, aren't you?"

"no."

"do you want something to do?" you ask. "something to help distract you?"

"please."

"help me get to the bathroom," you whine, holding your arms out. that gets a smile out of him, and he leaps into action. he spends the next few hours waiting on you hand and foot, trying to keep his mind occupied while you wait for the babies. when the doctor finally says it's time, he does what you asked him to and stays by your side, ready to watch something magical happen.

despite having two babies, labor this time around is so much easier. you know it's all because of san. aside from waiting on your every need, just his presence is making this experience better. you can't believe you did this without him the first time. he's invested in every second, taking in every moment like he's never seen anything so spectacular. when the doctor says it's time for you to start pushing, you don't think you've ever seen him so happy. san stays by your side, holding a leg in place as you push. it's hell, but you make it through. it feels like forever, but before you know it, there's a baby about to come into the world.

"dad, you might want to watch this part," the doctor calls to san. he joins her, watching as the first baby is born. there are tears in his eyes as you hear the cries of a little baby, and you watch as they lift the squirming mess into the air.

"a girl," san breathes out. "our baby girl."

"hey ivy," you say softly, out of breath and voice hoarse. her little cries stop for a second, and you call her name again. she seems soothed by it, by your voice, so you keep talking to her as the nurses clean her up. it gives you a chance to breathe, to rest, and san rejoins you while keeping a stern eye on anyone touching his baby. they hand her to you first, and you hold her warmth close to your chest. san's hand cups her head before kissing it.

"hi ivy," he whispers. "i'm your dad."

"that's the annoying guy who sang to you every night," you whisper to the little baby, and san rolls his eyes.

"mommy liked it, don't listen to her," he whispers back. you could keep going, but the doctor's voice calls your attention.

"mom, are you ready to push again?" she asks, and you shake your head.

"one more minute," you whine, and she laughs.

"you know it doesn't work like that," she smiles. "you still have to meet your son."

"i'll take ivy," san says, scooping her tiny form into his big arms. he cradles her softly with so much love in his eyes. a nurse offers to take her, but he shakes his head vehemently. he hoists her into one arm and resets himself next to you, his strong arm holding your leg in place as the doctor instructs you to push again. soon you're holding your son, san next to you holding your daughter. the doctor and nurses have left to give you some time, but you jolt up in concern. san looks at you, scared, and asks, "what?! what's wrong? are you hurt?"

"where's violet? she needs to see the babies before they go to the nursery," you say, and immediately san is sliding ivy into your grasp. he runs into the waiting room, slowing his steps as he approaches jen and violet's sleeping forms. he kneels down in front of violet, stroking her hair softly to wake her up. she peeks an eye open, an eager look on her face when she sees her dad smiling in front of her.

"babies?" she asks, and all san has to do is nod before violet shoots out of her seat, bouncing in place as san takes her hand and leads you to your room.

"hey big sister," you greet her quietly. "c'mere." you scoot over in your bed, and san helps lift her into place. she leans over you with wonder in her eyes, her little hands clasped beneath her chin like she wants to touch them but is too afraid. "who do you wanna hold first?"

"ivy," she replies, then shakes her head. "no, oliver. no, both of them!"

"if you want to hold them both, then let daddy help you ok?" you ask her, and san lifts violet into his lap so he can sit next to you. he shows violet how to hold a baby by lifting oli into his arm, then passes him to violet. once she's got a good hold on her brother, san uses his legs to kind of cup violet in his grasp so she has enough support to hold ivy too. with the twins in her arms, she looks so proud. you and san watch her with stars in your eyes until violet's face screws up and you ask what's wrong.

"i think oli just farted on me," she scowls. "take him back."

"sugar, you're gonna have a hard time with the babies if you're grossed out by a little fart," you tell her.

"it wasn't little, it rumbled-"

"here, i'll take him," san laughs. he holds oliver while violet coos over ivy, and with your family happily by your side you slowly start to doze off. san notices when he hears you softly snoring, and he helps violet get up so they can place the babies in their cradles. san tells violet that the doctor needs to take the babies for a little bit, and he can take violet back out to the waiting room to go back to sleep if she wants.

"but i wanna stay with mommy," she pouts, looking just like you. it hits him then that while he's got two new babies, his first baby is growing up.

"alright," he concedes quickly, the exhaustion hitting him too. "you can get into bed with mommy. i'll go get the nurses so they can check on the babies."

when san comes back into the room, the emotions of the day hit him hard. he's got his family, finally. the babies are here, and his other babies are sound asleep, violet's little arms hugged tight around your neck. he walks around the bed, placing a kiss on violet's forehead and then yours. when he pulls back, he sees you staring at him, and he coos, "baby, you should be asleep."

"the boa constrictor woke me up," you joke, pointing to violet. "what are you doing?" you ask as you watch san settle in the uncomfortable hospital chair by your bed.

"i'm figuring out how to lay down," he answers, shuffling around, but you make a grabby hand for him. "baby, we can't all fit in that bed."

"yes we can," you say, holding onto violet and scooting to the far side of the bed. "see? san sized spot right here."

"you sure we'll be able to sleep like this?" he asks as he settles next to you anyway, your head finding its spot on his shoulder as you close your eyes.

"i could sleep on a bed of rocks as long as you're next to me," you mumble. "but if you're really uncomfortable-"

"no," san cuts you off, a blush warming his cheeks. "i'm good."

"good," you reply with a tired smile. "i love you, san."

"i love you more, y/n," he whispers into your hair, placing a kiss to the top of your head. "thank you for today. for our kids."

"thanks for having super sperm," you tease, and san pinches your hip in response.

"go to sleep, crazy lady."

life with san and your babies is bliss. yes, it's loud, it's exhausting, and your house is a mess, but you wouldn't have it any other way. san and violet love doting on the babies, and you love seeing your family so complete. every day though, san reminds you that it won't really be complete until you're married. sure, you've got the ring, but san keeps reminding you that there's a wedding to be planned. but with the babies, violet, your jobs, how are you supposed to add a wedding to all that?

you're trying to multitask, feeding the babies as you try to look at wedding venues on your phone. you've got oli on your chest, your shirt discarded beside you. you're at home, who cares if your tits are out? you've found a venue you like, so you're about to call for san when you look up to see him staring at you from the doorway.

"what are you doing?" you squint at him. "how long have you been standing there?"

"few minutes," he replies, staring at your chest.

"come on, stop," you blush. "you're embarrassing."

"and you're still hot," he finally pulls himself out of his trance. "need me to hold a baby? or a boob?"

"no, come look at this," you hand him your phone. "a venue for the wedding?"

"i like it," he nods. "is it nice enough though?"

"san, my love," you chuckle. "we can't get married in a castle."

"but you deserve it," he frowns, scrolling through the pictures more. "or maybe we make it into a trip? get married in the mountains?"

"or what if we elope and get it over with?" you groan, pulling oliver over your shoulder to burp him.

"get it over with?" san looks at you with concern in his eyes. he joins you on the bed, leaning over ivy to play with her hands as he continues. "i know we both want to get married as soon as possible, but i want you to have your dream wedding. when you were younger, what did you want your wedding to look like?"

"well if we're going by what i wanted as a kid, i'd be marrying prince eric from the little mermaid," you tease.

"is that why you always put that on for violet?" he looks back at you with fake hurt in his eyes.

"can we switch babies?" you ask. "ivy hasn't been fed yet."

"am i after her?" san jokes, and you kick him. "here you go," he says as he passes ivy to you. he takes oliver and starts bouncing him, getting happy giggles from your bundle of joy.

"don't shake him so hard he pukes," you warn san. "i don't want baby vomit on our bed."

"violet asked if she could sleep in the twin's room tonight, by the way," san looks at you. "she's obsessed with them."

"what did you tell her?"

"that the babies wake up a lot, so if she's in there she won't get any sleep," san explained. "but then she said she'd be just like us, so."

"what if we let her sleep in our room?" you offer.

"what about our alone time?" san pouts. "i had plans for tonight."

"what's gotten into you?" you laugh. "you're hornier than usual today."

"sorry if i wanna love on my wife," san mumbles.

"still not your wife, baby," you say as ivy finishes up. "since you don't wanna elope, we gotta wait."

"when you say elope, what do you have in mind? we run away in the middle of the night and get hitched?"

"kinda," you shrug. "that, or we go to the courthouse. we can get married now, have the wedding later."

"i'll think about it," san says. "but no prince eric at either one."

that night, you and san let violet sleep in your room. she lays cocooned between you both, clinging to the blankets as you and san take turns to check on the twins. it's the best sleep you've had in weeks, and you wake up to find san staring at you from across the bed. he winks when he catches you awake, that mischievous glint in his eyes that you love so much.

"what?" you ask. "is my bedhead bad or something?"

"no," he shakes his head. "i want to marry you today."

"what?" you ask again, sitting up. "you're crazy."

"you're the one that wanted to do it now!" san whines. "what made you change your mind?"

"what made you change your mind?" you ask. "i thought you wanted a wedding."

"i want to be married to you," san replies. "don't care how. i just want it to be soon. now. today."

"today?" you confirm, and san nods. "well, let's get the babies. and jen. and wooyoung! they can be our witnesses."

"why are you guys talking so much," violet mumbles between you. "it's early."

"vi, wake up," you tussle her hair and she groans.

"bug, we're getting married today," san whispers to her, and her eyes snap open.

"FINALLY!" she shouts, and you both laugh. "mommy, what dress are you wearing?"

that afternoon, you married the love of your life. it took you long enough, right? it was years in the making, but it didn't come a moment too soon. as you stood there, one baby in your arms, another wrapped in san's, with your beautiful daughter standing between you, you knew this was the wedding meant for you. you and san have created a life together that you've both always dreamed of. you wouldn't want it any other way.

as you leave the courthouse, you can't stop smiling. jen and wooyoung walk ahead of you, violet standing between them as she blabbers on about something. you and san are holding a baby each, your free hands intertwined. he looks at you smiling, a question on his lips.

"what next, mrs. choi?" he asks, and you shrug.

"whatever you want, mr. choi," you reply. "we've got nothing but time."

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bro-atz · 3 months

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superstar

in which: you punish idol san in real life because out of everyone in the limited theme cards you missed, it was only him

pair: idol!san/afab!reader

word count: 2.9k

content: smut, (some) bdsm, sadism, sadomasochism, masochism, oral sex, bedroom sex, edging, (you scream) so loud the entire dorm hears, unprotected sex (but you're long time partners, so it's consensual), completely consensual!

author's note: it happened again. dalcomsoft you suck. @sanspuppet it's here

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San should have ran away the second you started screaming at the top of your lungs. You were just screaming into the void at first, so he was just a little concerned, but then when he heard you scream his name angrily, he knew that it was over for him.

Technically speaking, he knew he should have run away the second he heard the cursed beeps of you tapping on your phone screen to start playing SSATZ, but he didn’t think much of you playing Arriba over and over again since the update did drop. The problem was that he didn’t you were going to be collecting the set this time around. You had done so for Crazy Form, WE KNOW, and Emergency— that should be enough, right?

Wrong.

You were collecting that set. Why? San looked fucking sexy in that set. Your mouth literally watered when you saw the season’s greetings photos for the first time, and Detective Choi San had a choke hold on you to the point where you forced your boyfriend to role-play with you one night. Rather than get his card, though, you got every other member in the group— and you got Yunho’s card 5 times. You were going to deal with him later. First, you had to deal with your lover.

He made a mad dash for the front door, but it was too late. You were standing in front of the door, your arms crossed over your chest, your eyes narrowed into a glare.

“You fucking suck, you know that?” you bit out.

“It’s not my fault! Blame the app developers, not me,” poor San sounded like he was about to cry.

“It so is your fault, though!”

“How?!”

“…I don’t know, but it’s your fault! Repent!”

“B-baby, listen, I’ll give you my credit card, so just buy the more expensive packs! Spend the money until you get it!” San tried to beg for his life.

“It’s too late for that! They started the update!”

“God fucking dammit!”

“Come with me. Now.”

San shivered; you dropped your voice so low that he thought you were actually going to kill him. You didn’t have that lusty look in your eye, so he had no idea how you were going to punish him, but he knew for a fact that you were definitely going to punish him that night.

You grabbed his arm and started walking him towards his room, only for Yunho to enter the apartment magically at that moment.

“Y/N? Are you okay, I heard you screaming,” Yunho said, concern laced in his voice.

“Don’t fucking talk to me, Yunho,” you spat, immediately making the tall boy cower. “I’ll be dealing with you next.”

“What did I do?!”

“Too much.”

“Dude, just run away now before it’s too late,” San hissed to Yunho when he felt your grip on his arm tighten.

Yunho saluted before fleeing the apartment. Without a second to lose, you dragged San to his bedroom, closing and locking the door upon entering.

“Strip and sit down on your chair,” you ordered.

San knew not to mess with you. He quickly did as you said, sitting politely in his desk chair with his hands on his knees. Meanwhile, you were digging through his closet to find some of the sex toys the two of you had used in the past. You found the shibari rope, vibrating cock ring, and riding crop that you were looking for. When you turned towards him and began to tie him up, the fear in San’s eyes only got more intense.

“Baby… Please…” San begged for mercy even though you hadn’t even started yet.

“So you can dish it out, but you can’t take it?” you asked.

“Well, when I tie you up, it’s fun for me—”

“And tying you up is fun for me, so…” you tied the rope as tightly as possible, conjoining him to his chair. With a final yank, you made sure that San was completely immobile. Holding the riding crop to his chin and pushing his head up so that he was looking right at you, you continued, “Sit here and take it until I feel better.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

San already knew what to do— the two of you had done this in the past, but it was always fun for all the parties involved. That being said, it wasn’t that San wasn’t looking forward to it; he just wished that the circumstances were different because you definitely weren’t going to be nice. He wondered if the safe word the two of you put in place would still apply.

You had no intention of actually making San cry. You wanted to edge him out. You wanted to slowly frustrate him until there was no point of return, the same way his greyed out card stared and laughed at you as you kept pulling every single member but him. Not necessarily an even exchange, but close enough.

Sliding the ring over his cock, you immediately began to stroke him, his cock firming up as more and more blood rushed to his waist. San bit back a light moan and choked back small grunts, his entire body lurching with your every touch.

“You’re extra sensitive today, Sannie,” you whispered in his ear. You leaned forward and intentionally pressed your clothed breasts against his bare chest as you purred, “Is it because you’re scared?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself, and you only giggled more when you turned the cock ring on, the vibrations immediately making the man shiver and trembled. He turned his head to the side, refusing to look at you or anything for that matter. Taking the riding crop, you guided his head back forward. His eyes fluttered open, and his mouth was partially open as he let out shallow breaths.

As much as you wanted to tease him and taunt him with your words, all you could do was ogle at the sight of your boyfriend slowly losing his mind. He looked so sexy sitting there, his chest puffed out since his arms were tied behind the back of the chair, and his abs slightly more prominent as he clenched, the pleasure starting to override him. It definitely did not help when you slapped his chest and nipples lightly with the riding crop, and it only proceeded to get more difficult to keep it together when you slapped his thighs with a bit more power. He absolutely lost it when you took the corner of the crop and teased the tip of his penis.

“F-fuck!” San cried, his voice breaking and wavering. “Baby, I’m cumm—”

San cut himself off when you suddenly turned the vibrator off. He looked at you with wide eyes as you just stood before him with your arms crossed over his chest. His eyes narrowed only when he finally realized how you were punishing him. His cock softened slightly as he sighed deeply and looked up at you with eyes that made you just want to pounce on him.

“Really?” he asked.

“Really.”

“Honestly, baby, I would rather you just spanked me or gagged me or literally anything else… This is torture,” he complained.

“I mean, that’s the point darling,” you smirked at him.

You took the cock ring off and set it aside before stroking him again, his dick hardening once more. You continued to pump him as you leaned close to him, your lips near his ear as you recited sweet nothings to him.

“Sannie, you’re my good boy. You’re so perfect, so sexy, so gorgeous, so hot,” you showered him with compliments and got closer and closer to him. “Everything about you drives me crazy, you know that, right?”

“Yes—” San sharply inhaled when you caressed him just the right way. “Yes, ma’am.”

You smiled before grabbing his cheeks with one hand and turning his face so that you could kiss him hard, lovingly, passionately. God, San was over the fucking moon. He so badly wanted to get out of the goddamn rope you bound him in and grab you so he could kiss you back even harder. He tried to wriggled out of it, but it was no use. So, he settled for leaning as far forward as he could, only for you to stop kissing him.

A tiny pout appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth to complain, only to clamp his mouth shut when you started taking your clothes off one by one. He stared even harder because you turned away from him, wanting to tease him further, but also completely forgetting how much of an ass man your boyfriend was. He nearly bore a hole through your body when you shook your hair out, your back arching as you did so.

“Fuuuuuck, baby, come back. Edge me, torture me, do whatever the fuck you want. I just want you— I need you. Please, please, please, please, pleeeeease.”

You giggled lightly before saying, “You’re so cute, Sannie.”

“No, don’t call me cute! Call me sexy again.”

You stood right before him, ran your fingers through his hair, grabbed his roots, and tilted his head back. He looked up at you with the brightest, most sparkly and excited eyes you had ever seen.

“You know the point of this whole exercise is for you to get frustrated, not excited, right?”

“I can never get frustrated with you, baby.”

“…We’ll see about that.”

Straddling him, you rubbed the head of his cock against your folds before slowly sitting down on his lap, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as he slipped into you and completely filled you up. You’ve fucked him countless times in the past, and yet, every single time he entered you, he stretched you out and made you feel like he was going to tear you in half.

You were gripping his broad shoulders and nearly dug your nails into his skin as you started bouncing slowly and gently on his cock. Every time you sat down, you felt like he was going deeper inside you, and whenever he got too deep, you had to desperately hold back a moan, gasp, or cry, which you were only able to do when you buried your face in the crook of San’s neck.

Other than San’s occasional “Mmm”s and light sighs, the sounds of your wet pussy squelching as you rode him, your ass clapping against his waist and thighs, and your own heavy breathing. The sounds and the feel of San’s hot bare skin pressed against yours and his cock deep inside you were overstimulating you to the point where you wondered if you had to edge yourself for this to properly work as punishment.

Finally moving your head away from his neck, you looked at his face with half-lidded eyes, the corner of your lower lip tucked in between your teeth as you desperately tried to keep it together and not lose sight of your goal. The fucked out look on your face was so hot for San— he could stare at that look all the live-long day, but in the same breath, he desperately wanted your lips on his.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Kiss me. Please.”

“No,” you immediately declined.

“Come on, baby—”

“No.”

San’s head met your shoulder, defeat evident in his shoulders. He settled for leaving hickeys on your neck and shoulder, but he even failed in that endeavor because he didn’t have a strong hold on you— heck, he didn’t have a hold on you at all. You tied him up way too well; so well, in fact, that he couldn’t even thrust his hips upwards. His frustration was definitely building.

Yet, before he could complain or speak or anything, you finally gave in and kissed him. You shouldn’t have given in so easily, but you felt bad for him— also, you wanted to kiss him too.

San hummed happily as your lips met over again over again, his happiness only building when you slipped your tongue into his mouth and played with his. His orgasm was starting to build back up again as you clenched every time you sat down, the waves of pleasure building quickly.

Usually, right before he came, San would break off your kiss (if you were kissing) and focus on completely annihilating you with his cock before cumming, so when he moved his head away to stop kissing you, you immediately pushed yourself off his lap and stood up— well, you barely stood on your wobbly legs, but hey, you did it.

“Okay, I think you proved your point, baby,” San huffed lightly. “Just come here and let me finish.”

Fully ignoring him, you quickly gathered your clothes and wore them at the speed of light, San’s eyes getting wider with surprise by the second. After you were fully dressed and presentable, you waved at the tied up boy and said, “Bye, Sannie! I’ll see you later!”

“Wait, w-what?! Baby?! Y/N! WAIT COME BACK! WHAT— OH MY GOD, WHAT?!”

You heard your boyfriend shout loudly and a little angrily while you struggled to put on your shoes (why did you have to wear your fucking converse of all shoes that day?).

What scared the shit out of you was that you saw San, still fully naked and erect, stormed out of his bedroom sans shibari rope. Your hand was barely on the doorknob when San grabbed you and hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Absolutely the fuck not. We’re not done here,” San bit out.

You kicked and flailed as you tried to get him to put you down; and despite the fact that you were trying to get out of his grasp, you were laughing. You successfully frustrated him, and now he was about to fuck the shit out of you.

San tossed you on his bed and stripped you down fully— even your converse shoes went flying. And, impatiently, San skipped the foreplay, skipped treating you like a princess like he normally did, and went right to fucking you hard. He had you nearly bent like a pretzel with your legs on his shoulders. He pressed down so much of his body weight on you as he fucked you from above, and he made it even harder for you to breathe when he slipped his hand under your head, grabbed it, and brought your head up so he could kiss you to the point where he was eating you alive.

You clawed his back up to the point where you were practically drawing blood. He was way too intense— you may have pushed him way too far. And even though you were in pain, you also felt fucking amazing. You didn’t want him to stop, so when he finally let you surface for air, you were slightly disappointed.

San didn’t ask you to turn over like he normally did. He flipped you over himself. He brought your ass into the air and thrust harshly into you, his hands firmly planted on your ass. Once he got a good rhythm going, he slapped your ass left and right, the red on your skin deepening with every stroke of his hand.

“Sannie!” you cried as his ruts got faster and harder. “D-don’t— Fuck! F-feels so good!”

“Of course— Ngh— You like this, you sadomasochist,” San grunted out, his low voice making your fingers and toes tingle like anything. “You’re such a slut for my cock. I don’t know what you were thinking leaving me like that.”

You wanted to tell him that you would never, ever do that again to him, but you couldn’t because he was literally fucking your brains out. He repeatedly hit your cervix, and when you arched your back slightly, he hit just the right spot, and you came instantly. You creamed all around him as white and stars filled your vision.

And then finally— finally, finally, finally— San got to cum. He pulled you towards him as he brought his waist harshly to yours, his head flying back as he groaned loudly. His cock was twitching and throbbing as he just kept cumming, filling you up, breeding you.

When he pulled out, his cum spilled out of you, a trail of white running over your folds and dripping from your clit as you remained with your ass high in the air, your chest pressed firmly to the bed. San looked proudly at the mess he made you into before giving your ass one final smack and getting off the bed.

“That was more of a punishment for me, don’t you think?” you asked weakly as your breathing returned to normal.

“Was it? I think you enjoyed that more than me, baby,” San responded with a little laugh as he returned to the bed with tissues and water.

“…You’re probably right.”

San sat you up gently and handed you the water before cleaning you and him up and replacing his bedsheets. Moments later, San got under the covers and laid down next to you. You immediately set the water aside and snuggled into his embrace, your face pressing into his soft, warm, bare chest.

“Do you feel better now?” San asked quietly.

“Much better.”

“Good.”

“…But I still need your card to complete my set.”

You could literally hear San roll his eyes dramatically. With a fake, annoyed sigh, he hugged you closer and said with a light laugh, “Okay, I promise I will somehow get you my card.”

“Thank you, Sannie.”

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myloveforyunho · 6 months

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choi san 7 minutes in heaven smut blurb; crush!san, crush!y/n, stoner!san, stoner!y/n, mentions of marijuana usage, jell-o shots, a lot of smutty words & actions but what else would you be here for :)

it all started with a drunk 7 minutes in heaven dare, you and san have been making out in the closet for who knows how long. they’ve knocked on the door too many times to count, the lock on the door stopping every little thing you’re doing to each other from being revealed. at this point san is sucking on your tongue while you attempt to unbuckle his pants, but san was faster. he slid his two fingers past your sticky thong from your wetness, & stuck his fingers inside of your warm sopping pussy.

moans from the both of you are the only thing being heard, as you both were practically incoherent due to the amount of jell-o shots you all had 30 minutes before hand. your head was spinning as the last thing you and san did was smoke a joint together, and san admitted that he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. of course you couldn’t just not tell anyone, so you ended up telling hongjoong. he got you two into the closet for 7 minutes in heaven on the whim of a dare, giving hongjoong a thankful glance before walking in behind san.

now you’re here, riding san’s hand desperately as he massages his palm into your clit, while his fingers have a rhythmic come hither motion. your stomach feels that fire starting to build up, but that’s not where you desired to cum. you desired to cum on his thick veiny cock that you had walked in & seen on accident while he was changing for the shower, a few months prior. you successfully pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants, gliding his red hot tip from your clit all the way to your sopping hole, all the way to your ass hole. you grinded on his tip a bit with your clit, enjoying the fluttery sensation you receive in your tummy from seeing his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

impatiently impatient, he throws his head back and picks you up roughly, flipping you on your knees. he forced you to stay on all fours as he shoved his cock deep inside your fluttering pussy. an instant moan erupts from your throat as you feel yourself begin to drool from how breath taking & sharp san’s thrusts were. he rolled into your pussy with force & put his thumb on your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure. pulling you up by your hair, he starts to lick and kiss up and down your neck, making sure you feel his warm breath on the shell of your ear until you shutter.

you’re holding the back of san’s neck as you let out all the loud and distantly heard moans, just so everyone could hear how good he’s making you feel. his thrusts start to get sloppy as you feel him pull out, his warm load spilling all over your ass hole, leaving a warm sensation to everything. you still haven’t came yet, but did you really think that san would leave you hanging? he flipped you over on your back, pulling your skirt down all the way to your ankles.

“eyes on me, beautiful. if you break eye contact with me, i’ll leave here without making you cum.” san dove in between your thighs after giving you a rude glance. he flattened his tongue and roughly shook his head, rattling at your swollen clit. he then sucked long and hard, licking circles on your nub while it was firmly cause between his plump pink lips. he made sure to lick up all of his cum from in between your legs like a good boy, leaning up to your face to let his lips brush against yours.

“are you gonna be good for me and cum?” he asks as he flicks his tip back and forth rapidly across your clit, creating the most insane sensation you’ve yet to feel from yourself, or anyone for that matter. he licks a stripe up the side of your neck as you cum, squirting all over his white tee. shy but sly smirk on his face and all, he takes off his shirt and uses it to clean you up, french kissing you while helping you put your skirt back on.

you politely help him put his cock back in his pants while remaining innocent eye contact, san hissing due to the sensitive contact in the process. you definitely didn’t know how to explain why and how san walked out without a shirt on, but i don’t think there needs to be much explaining done after you caught mingi listening too close against the door, everyone else watching you walk back to the circle quietly, & a few bulges spotted.

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stayteezdreams · 6 months

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Stranded Together

Plot: You and San get stranded at the only available motel you can find during a storm. Good news, there's one room left. Bad news, this motel is totally haunted.

Request: 'You're in a hotel with doubles beds, you keep hearing scary noises and end up in the same bed'

Requested by: @tumbleboof

Pairing: Choi San x Gn!Reader (friends to lovers)

Warnings: Creepy content. Mildly suggestive content. (A good mixture of fluff and creepiness.)

A/n: Not my bedroom door creaking open for no reason as I was writing this DX

Words: 2.1k

This really wasn't how you expected your night to end up. You thought you would be on a plane heading home, but instead, you and San were staring at the small eerily empty room of a motel in the middle of God knows where.

Both of you were tired, but the unsettling atmosphere was sending shocks of adrenaline through both of you. You knew you would be awake for most of the night.

It all started with grid-locked traffic that caused you and San to miss the flight with the rest of the boys. Then you made the decision to drive two hours to the next city to get a flight, since no other would be available at your previous location until the next day.

But of course, the weather was not on your side. Halfway there, a storm alert panicked your taxi driver, and instead of ending up at an airport, you ended up at a terrifying motel surrounded by nothing but trees and fields just as the storm started.

The good news in all of this, was that they had an available room. The bad news was of course, that the motel was terrifying and seemed to come right out of every ghost movie you'd ever watched.

Now you and San were walking silently around the small room, wondering if you were going to get any sleep at all tonight. Between the haunting location, the whistling wind, and booming thunder outside, you weren't too sure.

You sat down on the edge of one of the beds, while San sighed and lied down on the other.

"At least the beds are comfy." He mumbled.

You smiled, "Too bad this place is objectively creepy."

He chuckled as he grabbed the remote on the nightstand. "This should help."

Turning on the tv, an unfamiliar show began playing but the sound instantly made the quiet room more comfortable.

"I'm glad I'm not alone though." San said with a smile to you and you chuckled, trying to ignore how your heartbeat picked up.

Of course being alone in this place would be much more terrifying, but you were sure your nervously beating heart may prefer if it had been someone else. But no, it was San, the one person you were head-over-heels for. Who you were now stuck in a room alone with.

You weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. Though, unbeknownst to you, the night would reveal which.

After you both changed into pajamas, you sat in silence as you watched the movie on the TV. There was an unsettling tension hanging between you as you shared nervous looks every time you heard an unfamiliar sound.

Creaks in the hallway, thuds from the closet, even the sound of footsteps on what would be the rooftop.

When a loud clang sounded in the bathroom, you jumped as you looked over at San who was frozen, staring at the darkened bathroom. He slowly met your eyes and you shared a conversation without speaking.

'You check.'

'Why me, you check!'

Reaching out his hand you followed his movements as you played rock, paper, scissors.

As you stared at your flat hand and his two out-stretched fingers, you cursed as you eyed the bathroom.

Slowly getting up with a sigh, you crept towards the bathroom aware of San's eyes following you closely.

Reaching out, you pushed open the ajar door, and the creaking sounds filled the room, sending goosebumps up your arms. Quickly switching on the light your heart jumped, but you were filled with uneasy relief as you saw nothing. In all honesty, you were hoping to find a rat, anything that might explain the noises other than ghosts.

Spotting a clothes hangar on the floor, you picked it up, aware that it had been hanging on the shower rod before.

Stepping out into the room, you showed it to San. "It fell."

"How?" San questioned and you shrugged setting it on the TV stand, trying not to think too much about it.

Lying back down you groaned, "I almost wish we were stranded in the car still."

San chuckled, but he felt the same. He had previously been buzzing with nervous excitement at the idea of sharing a room with you. But he wasn't expecting the creepy motel to steal his thoughts away from you.

Hearing a scratching sound from the closet beside your bed, you jolted up. You groaned as you wiggled around in frustration.

San eyed you before he moved over to one side of his bed, "Hey."

You looked over at him and he patted the bed beside him. You rose your brow and he smiled, "I think we'll both feel better."

"What, if we cuddle?" You asked teasingly, but your heart was racing

He raised his brow and spoke in an even more teasing tone, obviously trying to help lighten the mood. "If you want."

You rolled your eyes but did not reject the idea as you walked over to his bed, crawling in beside him. You kept a few inches between you, not actually cuddling with him. Though, he was secretly disappointed at this.

You brought your knees up to your chest as you tried to focus on the TV again, now acutely aware of Sans presence, and the unfamiliar noises around you.

Your eyes drifted over to the closet again and San leaned closer, "Want me to look this time?"

You jumped at this before hissing, looking over at him, ignoring the proximity of his face. He grinned, amused that he scared you.

"No, it's fine." You said, trying to repress your fear.

"Are you still scared?" He asked, amusement in his tone.

You rolled your eyes, "You're scared too!"

"Am not!" He challenged and you gasped.

"Oh please, you are just as freaked out as I am, admit it!"

Before he could speak, you both froze as the sound of footsteps sounded in the hall.

"Okay, I am." He admitted suddenly and you felt him move a bit closer to you.

You resisted the urge to lean back into his presence for comfort.

You stared at the door and spoke softly, "It's just another guest."

San nodded, "Right."

As the footsteps got louder, they stopped right in front of your door. you and San waited silently. Were they going to knock? Were they looking for their room?

Another moment passed and no noise was heard. You nervously looked over at San, now worried about what the unknown person was going to do.

San rose and you watched with baited breath as he crept as softly as he could to the door before peering through the peep hole.

Stepping away a moment later, he turned to you and his face was blank, but fear was obvious in his eyes. "There's no one out there."

How? You heard the footsteps come, but not leave? Where would they have gone?

"That's not funny." Your voice was obviously shaken.

San just shook his head softly. "I'm not joking."

Suddenly a bright flash filled the room before a clap of thunder shook the walls. Darkness filled the room and you let out a yelp as you jumped back. You heard hurried footsteps before San jumped into the bed, his arms wrapping around you as you heard his own startled breaths.

You gripped onto his arm for a moment before you both relaxed, taking a few breaths.

"Oh my God." You mumbled out as you let out a few deep breaths.

Silence hung in the air for a moment before you both let out nervous laughs.

"That was such bad timing." San mumbled between nervous chuckles, still holding onto you.

"Were you serious? There was no one outside?"

He nodded, "There was no one. Maybe they just walked away really softly?"

"Yeah." You agreed, though doubt was obvious in your tone.

Looking towards San, you could just see his face due to the full-moon light coming through the windows. His face was barely an inch from yours, his breath brushed your skin.

When you spoke, your nose almost brushed his. He felt your breath on his lips and he felt a shiver of temptation crawl through him.

"I'm scared." Your voice was a whisper.

You felt San's grip tighten ever-so-slightly around you. He replied, his voice just as quiet. "Me too. But it's okay, I've got you."

His words, and touch comforted you, and you felt safer than you had all night. He was and always would be a safe place for you, even if he drove your heart crazy.

"Stay here tonight." He mumbled, his nose now brushing yours.

Your heart was beating like crazy and you wondered if he could feel it. But his words confused you.

"What else would I do, find another motel?" You asked softly, almost amused

He let out a soft breathy laugh, before shaking his head. "No, I meant here. In my bed."

Your heart leapt to your throat and your breath hitched. Sharing a room with him was hard enough, but sharing the same bed?

He could sense your reservation and he wondered if it was out of discomfort, or the same fear of temptation and hidden feelings he held.

"Only if you're comfortable. But...I think it might be less frightening. And I would feel better if I knew you were close."

A thousand thoughts rushed though your head as you softly nodded, "Okay."

You stared in silence at each other, his face slowly becoming more visible as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You thought you saw his eyes flick to your lips and linger for a moment but you felt it might just be your eyes seeing things unclearly.

Slowly, you felt his hands move from around your arms to your waist, and you felt a shiver run up your spine. His breath seemed to brush your face more than before as you wondered if he was inching closer.

As another flash of lightning lit up the room, you jumped, before suddenly freezing as San gripped you close, his lips smashing into yours.

Astonishment and excitement ran through you as you realized he was kissing you. But before you could return the kiss, he was pulling away.

"I'm sorry." The words rushed out, and you felt your heart drop a little.

Your eyes locked as silent hung between you for a moment. Butterflies rushed through you, but so did disappointment at his sudden regret.

"Why are you sorry?" You asked softly, a hint of despondence in your tone he did not miss.

"What?" He felt hope rise in his chest as his heart beat heavily.

He was surprised at his own actions, as he moved without thinking, finally having kissed you like he had been imagining for ages.

"Why are you sorry?" You repeated.

Silence hung in the air for a second as you felt his hands tighten on your waist again.

"I guess I'm not." He mumbled out before you felt his lips meet yours again as he quickly pulled you against his chest.

The kiss became heated as your hands found his neck and hair, your fingers causing a shiver to course through him. His own hands pressed into your skin as he pulled you closer.

Another heated moment passed before you both pulled away, letting out breathy laughs as he rested his forehead against yours. He kissed you again, but pulled away a moment later, not wanting to act on his impulsiveness quite yet. And definitely not here.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long." He breathed out before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You grinned as you let out a soft giggle. "The feeling's mutual."

"I definitley wasn't expecting this to be how, or where, I admitted it."

You chuckled as you were reminded of your surroundings. Being reminded even more when a bang sounded from the hallway, making you jolt.

You let out a soft gasp as San suddenly pushed you down in the bed before covering the both of you with the sheets. Realizing he was hiding the two of you, you laughed.

He chuckled as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. "There, now we're safe, nothing can get us."

You giggled again as you placed your face against his chest, as he placed his head on yours, pulling you even closer and letting out a contented sigh.

"Can't say it wasn't a unique confession." He mumbled.

"It'll make for a great story." You admitted and he let out a soft laugh.

"A love story or a ghost story?"

"Both?"

He laughed as he nodded his head, pressing a kiss to the top of yours before cuddling you closer. "Both."

xx End xx

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mingtinys · 1 year

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Soggy Cereal

pairing : choi san x gn!reader

college roommates!au , friends to lovers , fluff , valentines day fic !!

warnings : language

word count : 2.8 k

requested ? no

a/n : this was horribly rushed , barely proof read , and i kind of hate the ending , but i do want to post something for valentines !

You really should've just turned off your phone for the day. Maybe then you wouldn't be feeling so bitter. But after being bombarded by post after post of your friends being surprised by their significant others with vibrant bouquets, fancy brunches, expensive jewelry, and fluffy stuffed animals, it's a little hard to not feel so sour. Perhaps it's a bit unfair to hate an entire day, but February fourteenth just sucks, and you're ready for it to be tomorrow.

"What's wrong with you?" San asks, genuine concern gracing his features at the way you've been scowling at your phone for the past hour. You'd nearly forgotten he was even in the room with you. Too caught up wallowing in your own misery to appreciate the bowl of cereal he'd so kindly made you. He digs into his own, spilling milk on the counter in the process.

"Nothing's wrong."

The look on his face tells you that excuse isn't going to do you any justice. He chews as he speaks, pointing his spoon at you from across the kitchen island. "You're a shit liar. You've been glaring at your phone all morning, something’s up."

"It's stupid." Your response is short, clicking off your phone and placing it facedown so you won't be tempted to glance at it any further.

"No, it's not. C'mon, just tell me."

San slips from his spot across the island, bowl in hand as he takes up the stool next to you. "Please," he drawls, putting on the most god-awful puppy eyes you've ever seen him muster up. You've lived with Choi San long enough to know, unfortunately, he's not just going to give up.

". . . I've never had a valentine. And I know it's cheesy but it'd be nice to have someone confess their undying love with some stupid rose bouquet or overzealous box of chocolates. Just once, ya know?" You sink in your seat, elbows propped up on the counter to rest your chin in your hands. You refuse to look at San.

"What do you mean?" San's voice is a little too optimistic for your mood. "We get each other gifts every year!" By his terms, he's not wrong. While the cheap boxes of gimmicky drugstore chocolates are a nice gesture, they're far from romantic. Not that you've ever expected such from San, but it's just not the point.

"No, San, like a real valentine."

He blinks at you for a moment, the frown on his lips only stays for a millisecond. "I'm gonna pretend like you didn't just call me a fake valentine."

"You know what I mean. We only get each other gifts because we're friends and no one else will." You plop down from your stool, sliding your bowl of soggy fruity pebbles over for San to finish. You've always found it weird that he actually prefers his cereal mushy. He'll even wait a good ten minutes after making a bowl before he eats it so it'll absorb as much milk as possible. But as nauseating as you find the mannerism to be, it is quite convenient. It's basically become tradition for him to finish off what you don't eat once the texture becomes too soft.

But it's the first time he's ever declined your leftovers. Instead of immediately polishing off your bowl like usual, he sticks to you like a shadow. San follows you down the narrow hall and to your room, making himself comfortable on your bed while you begin sorting through your closet for your work uniform. "I thought you liked getting each other gifts."

There's a certain dejected undertone to his words that make you pause and rethink how you're wording things. You aren't upset with him. If anything, he makes days like Valentine's significantly more bearable. If it weren't for the small box of chocolates and singular rose waiting outside your door this morning, you'd probably be having a lot bigger crisis over being alone on days like today. But your point still stands, nothing about the gesture is romantically inclined.

Your eyes finally land on your uniform, crumpled up in the laundry basket that sits next to your dresser from the last time you washed clothes yet never put them away. "That didn't come out right," you sigh, watching the way San's frown deepens as you lay the articles on the bed next to him. "I really do appreciate the gesture, San. It's incredibly sweet. I just meant it'd be nice to receive something from someone who likes me more than just platonically."

The last thing you want is for San to feel like you don't appreciate him. In fact, you probably do a little more than a friend or roommate should. "Please tell me you get what I'm saying. It's not you, I promise, I'm just feeling a little . . ." You search for the proper word. "Lonely."

San looks like he's about to say something but pulls his lips into a thin line before any words come out. He thinks, then says "I get it." But the frown is still there. You know he's the one who asked, but there's a bit of guilt that gnaws at your insides for dumping all of this on him so suddenly. So you pad across the room to your desk and pull a small pink gift bag from the bottom drawer in hopes to remedy the sad look on his face. Confusion pulls at his brows when you extend the bag to him.

"I was gonna wait until after work to give this to you, but seeing as how you already gave me mine . . ." His face lights up at the realization. He's quick to snatch the present from your hands, His excitement tugs at the corners of your lips. "And be gentle with the bag, I wanna reuse it for your birthday in a few months."

You're not sure he even hears you, already tossing the tissue paper to the side and digging inside the bag. You'd love to watch his expression as he opens each component of your gift, but you're a few minutes shy of running late to the only thing that pays your half of the rent. So you begin slipping out of your pajamas and into uniform, not caring that San's just a few feet in front of you. You've learned to be pretty comfortable around him, given his bad habit of never knocking and the broken lock on your door that the landlord never got around to fixing. It was cause for him catching you in quite a few awkward situations for the first few months.

Though eventually, as the two of you grew more comfortable with one another, you were both willing to drop your guard around the other. Even to the point of just leaving your door open for him to come and go as he pleases. No one but San can say they've truly seen you at your worst and vice versa. Besides, San doesn't pay you much mind anyways, too engrossed in his gift to notice you changing.

You've just finished pulling your shirt on when you catch him eyeing you with one eyebrow raised. "What?"

He clears his throat theatrically, holding up the glittery pink card you bought for no more than two dollars. "'I think you're out of this world,'" He reads, turning the card to reveal a picture of a cheesy cartoon alien once he's done. "Really?"

"What? It's cute and it was on sale!" You giggle. The smile that breaks his playfully judgemental expression is enough to light the room. "Just keep going, there's more."

San neatly tucks the card back into its envelope. You take a seat beside him, watching while you tie your sneakers. At the bottom of the bag, underneath his favorite candy and snacks, sits a little box wrapped in shiny red paper. He holds it up, looking at you with an expression that reads what is this?

"Open it," you encourage.

He's gentle as he peels back the tape sealing what's inside, mumbling something about being able to use the wrapping paper for your next birthday gift as well.

While what's hidden inside the paper is no surprise to you, anticipation still grips your insides. The last of the paper falls away, revealing a hinged black box with a silver logo that sparks recognition in San's wide eyes. He looks at you, then the box, and to you once more before settling back on the box.

"This is . . ." He starts.

"I hope it's the right one, I went back to get that bracelet you pointed out a few weeks ago when we passed by the antique shop."

San opens the box and inside sits a silver chain bracelet, adorned with a singular little mountain charm. "I can't believe you remembered that," he whispers, delicately lifting the bracelet to examine it further. He then slips it onto his wrist, turning it this way and that to watch how it catches the light.

It was by no means some huge expensive gift, the owner of the old shop was more than happy for it to finally find a new home. But the way San's eyes lit up when he spotted it through the window was enough for you to know it was priceless. Though you knew he likely would never go back to get it for himself, and Valentine's seemed like a good enough excuse to get it for him.

"Thank you, Y/N. Seriously, I love it so much."

"I'm glad," you give him a smile, though it's nothing compared to his. "Now enough sappy shit, I have work soon." You snatch your keys from your bedside table and gesture for him to get up. He stands, though not without a groan of annoyance, "It's so stupid you have to work on a holiday."

"Like I have anything better to do today."

San follows you back out to the kitchen, spotting the long-forgotten remnants of your cereal still sitting on the counter. He lets out a soft "Oh!" and picks it up, taking a heaping spoonful into his mouth. It makes you cringe, the flakes so swelled up and half dissolved from how long it has been sitting there. It might as well be illegal to consume.

"You're seriously disgusting."

"And you're seriously wasteful. Besides I thought you were late, do you really have time to be heckling me?" He glares.

"I am and I’m blaming you." You state, glancing at the time once more.

You're halfway out the door when San calls out for you again. "Text me when you get off, I'll order takeout and we can watch shitty romcoms until you feel better."

While you're not sure watching movies about people finding their true love will necessarily make you feel better, San always does. So you don't think about it much and give quick confirmation before rushing out the front door and down the steps of your building.

To say work was horrible would be an understatement. As if watching your friends post their Valentine's gifts and significant others online wasn't already bad enough, serving table after table of happy couples was worse. Throughout the night, you were constantly subjected to copious amounts of PDA and extravagant confessions of love. Even witnessing a proposal at the end of your shift. Not to mention tonight's dinner rush was particularly bad at tipping.

But the cherry on top came when a customer, in a horrible attempt to impress his date, decided to nitpick at every tiny aspect of your service. Not refilling their wine fast enough, not checking on them enough, not being cheery enough, anything and everything he could think of.

The relentless critiques while being surrounded by the one thing you wished to avoid today stirred up every unresolved emotion from earlier. Turning your tastebuds sour once more. When your shift was up, you drove home as fast as you possibly could, completely forgetting your promise to let San know when you'd be back. The thought didn't even register until you pulled into your apartment's parking lot. That's right, San wanted to watch movies.

There's a part of you that wants to cancel on him. You're so tired and beaten down from the day that you honestly want nothing more than to tuck yourself away in bed and sleep for days. San would understand. He'd be disappointed, but understanding. Just as he always is. But when you open the door, the apology speech you'd been planning to let him down with dies out on the tip of your tongue at the sight before you.

Your usually messy and rather bland apartment is lined wall to wall with twinkling fairy lights. Their soft yellow glow illuminate the otherwise dim room. The scent of warm chocolate lingers in their air, mixing with the cinnamon-scented candle San always keeps lit. It's all very magical, yet confusing. You rack your brain as to why San chose today of all day to decorate.

Dropping your keys and bag by the door you venture further into the space. Peaking around the living room for San, you find the area to be completely vacant. You check the kitchen next, but there's still no sign of your roommate. However, what you do find is quite the arrangement of items set up on the kitchen island.

A bouquet of six tulips sit nicely in an ornate glass vase, vibrant in their color. Next to them, a tray of messily crafted chocolate-covered strawberries. Judging by the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, they're homemade. One of San's university sweatshirts is folded up neatly on the other side of the tulips. The one you've always told him you keep one eye on at all times because the design is your favorite and they sold out before you could get one. In the middle of it all sits a small, fuzzy teddy bear. It’s leaned up against a new box of fruity pebbles with a folded-up note in its lap. The writing on it is messy, but unmistakably spells out your name. You instinctively reach for it, flipping it open to reveal two scraggly sentences surrounded by pink and purple hearts.

"Not to be "mushy," but I am "cereal-sly" in love with you. Be my Valentine?"

"You're not supposed to be home yet!" San's startled voice breaks you from your thoughts. You nearly drop the note at his outburst. "I– did I miss your text? I thought I'd have more time, shit– um . . ." San looks frantically between the array of gifts and you. Then says, very unsure of himself, "Surprise."

For the first time in your life, you are truly at a loss for words. Because it's pretty obvious why San set all of this up, but your brain seems to lag at the thought of it. You feel like you need him to confirm before you can believe any of it. "Is this for me?"

He nods. "I know it's not exactly perfect, but after what you said this morning about not having a Valentine, I just thought . . . Well, I thought now might be a good time to tell you I sort of, kind of, maybe like you. Like a lot."

He gets antsy in your silence.

"And I know you said you wanted roses but everywhere was sold out. So that nice lady next door– you know Mrs. Kim– lent me some tulips she picked from her friend's garden. Oh, and everywhere was also sold out of boxed chocolate, but Yunho had some chocolate chips he let me borrow and I picked up some strawberries from that market down the street—"

It's pretty obvious San doesn't plan on ending his rambling any time soon. Words continue to waterfall from his lips, but they're all lost on you. Too overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture and all the work he put into it to register the details of his story. You struggle to find the words to properly convey how much San, and all of this, mean to you. So you discard any semblance of a simple thank you from your tongue and instead take the opportunity to do something you've thought about time and time before.

You waste little time in closing the gap between you and San. Note still clutched in your fingers as you throw your arms around his neck and pull his lips in to meet your own. He reacts impressively fast, holding on to your waist and kissing you back eagerly. The rush of warmth that courses through your veins is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It leaves your mind with no thoughts but those of Choi San.

In your opinion, the moment ends too quickly with San pulling back to look at you. But how can you complain when his eyes hold that much love within them? "You didn't have to do all of this," you whisper after a minute.

San just shrugs, letting his thumb graze over the skin of your cheek. "No, but I wanted to.”

"I love you too, ya know?" You refer to his note. "Even if you like gross soggy cereal."

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nanawritesit · 8 months

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Chained Up - Choi San x Reader

bodyguard!san x mafia-daughter!reader: contains NSFW content (18+/MDNI!) 🔞

tw: female reader, reader has a deceased mother and a neglectful/ abusive father, cursing, slight angst into smut into fluff

mentions of: guns, drugs, alcohol, violence, theft, death, and kidnapping

nsfw content: p in v sex, protected sex, spanking, hair pulling, hard dom san, making out, groping, neck kissing, nipple sucking, cat and mouse dynamic, predator x prey themes, nicknames “good girl,” “little mouse,” “baby,” and “sparky.”

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“San, if you don’t put me down right now I’m gonna kill you!” you demanded from your position over his shoulder. You were pounding on his back with your fists as hard as you could while he carried you through the front door of your penthouse apartment.

He said nothing and showed no reaction to the pounding you were giving his lower back, having dealt with much stronger pain before. You knew this, but you still had to try your best to escape him. You always tried, but hardly ever succeeded.

Once you had reached the top of the marble stairs, he swiftly kicked open the door of your bedroom, tossing you down on your enormous lace canopy bed. In the few short seconds it took you to straighten yourself up, he had already locked your door, and was standing in front of it with his arms crossed, glaring at you with a straight face.

“You are unbelievable! I hate you!” you screamed, balling your fists as you felt angry tears prickle your eyes.

He knew you didn’t, still giving no reaction. “You wouldn’t get out of the limo.” he said curtly. “How else was I supposed to get you inside?”

“That’s not what I’m mad about, and you know it!” you huffed, getting up to go to your walk in closet. It had no door, so you could still see and talk to him. You began removing your jewelry and unpacking your designer handbag, placing them back in their respective places. It was a routine you did numerous times, so you were on autopilot, letting your rage be your main focus.

“I don’t understand why you’re upset with me. I was just doing my job. You know the rules, and you broke them anyway.” he replied, leaning against the door frame of your closet, arms still crossed. You hated that smug expression on his face. You would’ve slapped it off if you could, but you knew he would catch your hand and pin you down, exactly as he had done every other time before.

“You ruined my birthday party San! Is that part of your fucking job description?” you screeched, slapping your hand down on the vanity.

“No, but retrieving you when you sneak off is.” he explained, walking over towards you.

You were currently fiddling with the zipper on the back of your Valentino gown. It was a long, slender, black lace number, with a low cut chest and a high leg slit that perfectly showed off your diamond garter. The light that reflected off of it perfectly illuminated the serpent tattoo on your upper thigh, the one that was the symbol of your father’s mob. You got it when you turned 18, as a protection symbol.

“I don’t need your help!” you spat, swatting his hands away. He just put them on his hips, cocking his leg out patiently. He watched you struggle for another 30 seconds, tugging at the zipper to no avail. You dropped your hands and stared up at the ceiling in annoyance. “Damnit San, don’t just stand there, help me unzip this!”

You watched a satisfied smirk creep up his face through the mirror in front of you. It made your blood boil as he helped you step out of it. You huffed away, sitting down at your vanity to brush the curls out of your hair and remove your makeup.

He still didn’t seem to be bothered at all by the fact that he had destroyed your happiness tonight. He just went about your routine as usual, hanging up your dress and placing it back up on the proper rack.

“I just wanted to have a normal 21st birthday party, like a normal fucking girl.” you complained. “I just wanted to go to the club with my girlfriends, drink, dance, and have a good time.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me that?” he asked, sitting down on the plush sofa in the corner and crossing his legs nonchalantly. “I could’ve accompanied you.”

You snapped your head around and glared at him. “It was supposed to be a girls’ night. You know, something most girls get to do in their twenties.”

“You’re not most girls sparky, and you know that.” he replied cooly.

You scoffed at the use of his usual nickname for you, turning back away from him. “Yeah, I do. But you could’ve cut me some slack for once. Except for Lia, my friends aren’t the kind of girls who can let loose with a guy hanging around them.”

“No, I couldn’t have ‘cut you some slack.’ Your father would fire me for losing control of you, I’d get the shit beaten out of me, and then I’d be transferred to another gang. Is that what you want?” he asked, cocking his eyebrow up in question.

“No, that’s not what I fucking want!” you cried out, slamming your hairbrush down on the table. “I wanted tonight to just be me, Lia, Minnie, Liz, and Giselle. No guns, no fights, and no body guards.” You hissed out the last part since it pertained directly to him.

“Well, that’s not how things work.” he got up and stood beside you, even though you refused to look at him. “You’re the only daughter of one of the worlds’ most powerful and wealthy mafia bosses. You’re the heir to the throne so to speak. And it’s my job to keep you safe.”

“I was perfectly safe at the club…” you mumbled, fiddling with the diamonds on your garter.

He gave a cold chuckle, then stopped in front of you with his hands gripping the arms of your chair, caging you in. He pushed his head forward, prompting you to look up at him.

“Oh you were, were you? I would’ve thought otherwise, given the way that asshole was feeling you up.” he seethed in a growl barely above a whisper, a dangerous smile on his face.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, and your breath hitched in your throat. You hated how protective he was. Even more so, you hated how attractive he was when he got protective.

Remembering your current situation, you blinked and swallowed hard. “We were just dancing. Until you barged in and dragged me out of there in front of everyone.”

“Oh yeah? You had no idea that I would come find you?” he inquired, titling his head to the side in amusement. “You weren’t putting on a show to make me jealous?”

You bit the side of your cheek in annoyance at how easily he could read you. Five years of forced proximity will do that to you, but he didn’t need to be so damn cocky about it.

“Don’t act like you don’t like playing cat and mouse.” you teased, giving him a cute grin.

“I do. But the job comes first.” he said flatly.

You let out a small gasp as you felt a sharp pang in your chest. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and a large lump began to form in your throat.

His eyes widened slightly at the realization of what he had just said. “No, Y/N, come on, I didn’t mean it like that-“

“Fuck you, San!” you cried, pushing him away from you and stomping off to your bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. Unless you want to do a fucking perimeter check, I suggest you leave me alone.”

You slammed the door behind you, then broke out into sobs. To most, what he said to you wouldn’t have been much of an insult. But to you, it was a painful reminder that your relationship wasn’t either of your top priorities, no matter how desperately you both wanted it to be. Your father would never allow that.

For the first ten years of your life, you knew your father as the kindest and most gentle man ever, despite the horrible things he did for work. He loved you and your mother more than anything, and he made sure you both knew it. He was always so affectionate and caring. But he got too soft. He stopped being careful, getting too comfortable in the role of a family man. And everything changed when your mother was kidnapped and killed right in front of him.

The day of her funeral, he held you while you both cried. Then when you woke up the next day, he was a completely different person. He never smiled, he never laughed, he never did anything but work. You hardly ever saw him, as he was always away on business. When you did see him, he was cold and distant. He would ask you how you were doing in school, and that was about it. No hugs, no kisses, nothing. He was just gone.

Your father also became paranoid about your safety. You got hardly any freedom after that, and your life as a normal ten year old girl was gone forever. You were under constant surveillance by a full security team, even while you were at school. If you so much as sniffled, your father knew about it. You were never allowed to go to sleepovers, or attend parties, or hang out with your friends outside of school. Which wasn’t really a problem until you became a teenager.

Being emotionally neglected made you act out quite a bit. The only way you could get any attention from your father was by getting into trouble. You snuck out, stole, went to parties, got into fights, did drugs, drank, smoked, got pierced… everything a typical delinquent would do. And every time, your security team would find you and bring you back to your father, who would punish you severely. Sometimes he would hit you, sometimes he would take away your phone, sometimes he would lock you in your room for days. But at least he was paying attention to you.

It was clear to your father that what he was doing wasn’t working. No matter how many times he punished you, you never learned. There was also the fact that you would be going to college in a few years, and there was no way your father could send an entire security team to your university. That was where San came in.

When you were sixteen, you decided to sneak out for a party. However, as you were halfway out your bedroom window, you felt a hand grip your ankle and drag you back inside. Obviously terrified because none of the security guards were ever allowed in your room, you began kicking and screaming with all your might, but this guy was way too strong. He grabbed your wrists and pinned you down to the floor in just a few seconds. Suddenly, your bedroom light clicked on. You expected to see some big, burly thug holding you down, but it was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen.

“Good evening, dearest daughter. I see you’ve met your new full-time body guard. This is Choi San. San, this is my daughter, Y/N.” your father introduced you to each other from the doorway. Your father decided that instead of having a team of multiple security guards watching you from a distance, you would have just one who was next to you 24/7.

You seriously doubted how San was going to replicate the protection of entire team of men. He was seventeen, had a smaller frame, and wasn’t very tall. But you quickly learned not to underestimate him. He was lethal, and would stop at nothing to keep you safe. His instructions from your father were simple: watch you at all times, never let you escape, and regularly report your safety back to him. He could use force if he wanted to. There was only one hard rule: absolutely no romance.

It wasn’t a hard rule to follow at first. The two of you actually hated each other. You were furious that you suddenly had to be followed around by a kid posing as your classmate who kept you from having any sort of fun. And he wasn’t thrilled that he had to be a glorified watch dog to a headstrong, misbehaving mafia princess. You even had to share a bedroom. You were totally and completely chained up together.

However, since you guys were forced to spend all of your time together, you learned every little thing about one another. You knew each others favorite foods, sleeping positions, movie preferences, most embarrassing moments, and funniest jokes. It was easy to gain admiration for each others strength, you learning about how he was thrown into the mafia at the age of 13, and him realizing you lost both of your parents all at once, your mother physically and your father emotionally. Admiration quickly turned into friendship, and when you were 19 and he was 20, things got complicated. You broke the number one rule. No romance.

Your father failed to realize one thing: just because he stopped being human when your mother died, didn’t mean that everyone else did too.

Neither of you had ever gotten to date anyone or experience physical intimacy since you were chained up together. You had shared a bedroom for years, but nothing had ever gotten physical behind the occasional platonic cuddle. It really couldn’t have with your dad home anyway. But everything changed when you went to college and got your own apartment together. It was really easy to start acting like a couple once you were out of your father’s house. And being adults, you had hormones just like anyone else. It wasn’t long before you shared your first kiss, and then your first time hooking up with each other…

The two of you did everything a couple would normally do, but you could never call yourself a couple. You couldn’t get too comfortable since the relationship was technically business. San worked for your father, who trusted him with his most precious asset: his heir. If anything threatened that, he wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of him. He wouldn’t care at all that you were in love with him, or that you’ve shared everything with each other for the past five years, or that you were the only reason the other was still alive. None of that would matter to him. He didn’t see people as human beings anymore, just assets.

Sometimes you were able to play the part of boyfriend and girlfriend. You got permission from your father to tell your friends that San was your boyfriend so they wouldn’t be suspicious of his proximity to you. However, that back fired on nights like tonight where he would show up and drag you out by force. Things like that get perceived as abusive and controlling. You’ll never forget the looks on your friends faces. Minnie looked like she was about to kill him, Liz was practically in tears, and Giselle was obviously annoyed that he had showed up again. The only one who understood was your best friend Lia. She was your fathers consigliere’s daughter, and the two of you had been close since childhood. Not too close obviously, since you were never allowed out without supervision, but close enough for her to understand what was going on.

Pretending to be together was even more painful in a way. You got a glimpse of what it would be like if you were two normal people in love, not the mafia boss’s daughter and her body guard. You understood your dynamic well, but it still hurt when San brought it up.

Now that you thought about it, you did overreact a little bit. You did know San would find you eventually, and it was kind of stupid of you to think he wouldn’t. You also knew it was childish to try to make him jealous. But you had a tendency to act like a kid, since you never really got to be one for very long. You began to feel bad for lashing out at him.

You blinked, remembering what you had originally set off to do. You removed the rest of your clothes, which was pretty much just underwear, tights, and your garter, and hopped in the shower. You imagined yourself washing away everything that was plaguing you. How you didn’t know how you would explain this to your friends tomorrow, your fight with San, and how you could never have a normal life because of your father. You wiped all of it away under the hot water, sighing in relief.

You came out of the bathroom wrapped up in your towel to see San sitting on the edge of your bed reading a book. It was something he did every night before bed. He glanced up at you, his eyes softening.

“I got you something for your birthday.” he practically whispered, still feeling guilty from what he said earlier.

Having cooled off in the shower, you sat down next to him and held your hands out. He reached behind him and grabbed a little white box, placing it gingerly in your hands. You opened it up, and your jaw fell open when you saw a silver ring in a zig zag pattern with little diamonds over the top.

“It’s supposed to resemble a lightning bolt.” he explained, taking it out of the box and grabbing your hand. “I got it as a promise that I’ll always be here for you.” He delicately slipped it over your ring finger.

You lifted up your hand and stretched out your fingers to admire it. “San, it’s… it’s perfect. I love it.” You couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face as you threw your arms over him. He chuckled, wrapping his own arms around your back.

“I’m glad you like it, sparky.” he replied.

San had called you sparky for as long as you could remember. When his colleagues found out he was becoming a guard dog, they patted him on the back and told him he was on easy street now. But you proved to be the furthest thing from easy. Most people just saw you as a spoiled princess, but you were so much more than that. You were fierce, headstrong, independent, and savage. It was a defense mechanism, and San had somehow managed to slip through all your cracks. On one particular night, you were having an argument during a thunderstorm. Right as you shrieked at him, lighting struck a tree outside.

“Damn sparky, you don’t need to smite me with lightning.” he had said, holding up his hands in surrender. It made you laugh uncontrollably, forgetting your argument instantly. Since then, the name just stuck. It seemed to fit you perfectly. Like lighting, you were bright and beautiful, but also so terrifying and lethal.

“I’m sorry about what I said.” he confessed, running his hand along your back comfortingly. “I didn’t mean that the job was more important than you. I just meant that in order for us to stay together, there’s certain expectations that have to be met.”

“I know, San. I’m sorry for breaking the rules and lashing out at you.” you sighed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. It was so easy to lean into his touch. It was comfortable and familiar, unlike many other things in your life.

“It’s okay, really. Our lives are unfair, and it’s understandable that you’d still want a normal experience. But we have to be careful if we want things to work between us.” he told you. You knew everything that he was saying was right, but part of you still didn’t want to accept it.

“Is it always going to be like this?” you whispered to avoid crying, feeling tears well up again.

He leaned back and placed a hand on your cheek, locking eyes with you. “We’ll figure it out baby. I promise.” Your heart swelled as a single tear fell down your cheek, but you smiled regardless.

He wiped away your tear with his thumb and slowly leaned down to kiss you. You met his lips halfway, bringing a hand up into the back of his hair to lightly tug at its blonde tips. You always loved when he grew his hair out into a shaggy mullet. The short, dark strands that fell in front of his face, and the long, bleached pieces that hung around his neck… it was the perfect hair for him.

The kiss began to deepen, both of you holding onto each other tightly with roaming hands. You both let out small little mewls as your tongues entered each others mouths. He pulled you onto his lap, spreading your legs for you to straddle him. You didn’t stop kissing for a second, simply pushing him down onto the mattress and pinning his wrists beneath you. You knew you could never keep him down, but it was nice to pretend you could. Plus, the fact that he let you showed he was willing to put aside his pride and submit to you.

His hands began trailing across your body, one reaching down to grope your ass and the other reaching up to feel your breast. You pulled away from his lips and began trailing kisses down his neck, licking and biting gently. He sighed in pleasure, his grip on you tightening.

“Y/N… be careful…” he panted desperately. “Don’t leave any marks…”

“Why shouldn’t I?” you smirked, not letting up at all. “You belong to me, don’t you? I should be able to mark you up if I want to.”

“Fuck…” he huffed, squinting his eyes shut. He knew you were right. Once you started kissing his neck, you could make him do anything.

Suddenly, he flipped you around, pinning you down beneath him. His chain was swinging in your face as he glared down at you hungrily, like a beast eyeing up its prey.

“Don’t forget baby, you belong to me too.” he growled, his hot breath hitting your neck and sending shivers down your spine. “You think you can run away from me?” He gripped onto your wrists tightly, pushing you further into the mattress. He leaned down even more, until he was mere centimeters away from your face. “You’re damn right I like playing cat and mouse. But you’re playing with a very big cat, with very sharp claws. Don’t you know what’s good for you, little mouse?”

Your chest felt like it was about to explode, and the adrenaline rush that surged through your veins made you feel so excited. You loved it when he got like this. It was scary, but also so sexy.

“Why don’t you show me what’s good for me, big cat?” you suggested, biting your lip.

Suddenly, it was like a switch flipped, and he began ravishing you. He tore your towel off, tossing it to the side. He began trailing sloppy kisses all over your body. Down your neck and chest, stopping to suck on each nipple, then down to your stomach and stopping above your core, where you needed him most.

“San please…” you whimpered pathetically. “No teasing tonight. I need you inside of me.”

“Why should I give you what you want when you’ve been so naughty?” he teased gripping onto your thighs. His finger traced over your serpent tattoo. “Sneaking out, drinking, dancing with another guy…” his nails sunk into your flesh at the last part. You inhaled a sharp breath at the feeling, the slight pain only making you more excited.

“I’m so sorry I was bad…” you whined, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off his shoulders as he crawled back up your body. “You’re always so good to me. I should behave better.”

“Yes, you should…” he pondered, glancing down at you condescendingly. “Maybe the only way to get you to listen is to punish you.”

You yelped as he pulled you up with ease and threw you over his lap, face down. Before you could even react, his hand came down on your bare ass, making you cry out. The sting was addictive, and you instantly wanted more.

“You think it’s cute to make me jealous?” he growled in your ear as he grabbed your hair and pulled you up. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you, understand?”

“Yes, I do! I- ah!” you shrieked as he spanked you a second time.

“If I ever see another guy touching you, I’ll break his fucking hands.” he seethed, rubbing your ass which was growing redder and warmer by the second.

“I promise, I’ll never let a guy touch me again!” you babbled incoherently.

“Oh I know you won’t, baby.” he cooed, inhaling sharply. His hand came down on your ass a third time, then a fourth. “I’ll make sure of that.”

Your legs fell out underneath you, making your face fall flat into the sheets. The sensation made you so dizzy that you barely felt him move you off his lap and flip you over again. You heard him unbuckle his belt and then shed his slacks and boxers. You opened your eyes to see him looming overtop of you, completely bare save for the condom around his member.

“Did you learn your lesson baby?” he asked with a false pout, tilting your chin up to face him.

You nodded frantically. “Yes, I did. I’ll be good from now on.”

“Good girl. Now let me give you a real birthday gift.”

With that, he began pumping his cock into your entrance, both of you moaning and grunting harder with every inch. Once he was completely inside of you, he began pounding into you, making the springs of your bed creak over and over.

You threw your head back as your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in further and further. “Fuck, San…” you panted, wrapping your legs around his back and moving your hips in rhythm with him. The added force made his head drop in pleasure, huffing into your neck.

He looked up to see your tits bouncing up and down as he slammed his hips into you. “God baby, you look so good when you’re getting fucked.” The light suddenly reflected off of the ring he gave you, making his cock twitch inside of you.

“Please Sannie, I need more…” you mewled, clenching your thighs tight around his hips.

“Oh, how bad do you want it baby?” he asked, slowing his pace down just to torture you.

“I don’t want it Sannie, I need it!” you screamed, throwing your head back in frustration. “I’d do anything for it, I need it so bad I want to cry…”

He chuckled, clearly pleased by hearing you beg for more of his cock. He sat up on his legs and grabbed each of your ankles, throwing them over his shoulders as he dipped his cock down into you. Your knees began getting pushed closer and closer to your shoulders, until they were almost touching completely.

“Fuck, San, this angle!” you cried out, placing a hand over your mouth.

“Don’t do that baby, I wanna hear you scream.” he demanded. gripping onto your ankles tighter. “Now, who do you belong to?”

“You San, I belong to you…” you whimpered. You could feel that knot in your stomach beginning to uncoil. He was hitting all the right spots, driving you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Louder.” he grunted, his pace picking up until he was fucking you senseless. It was obvious that he was about to finish too.

“I belong to you San, and only you!” you cried out as loud as you could, your voice reverberating off the walls of your room. Thank god you had soundproof walls.

“Oh yes, yes!” he exclaimed as he finished inside of you, his thrusts getting messier. The way he was whimpering at how your pussy gripped his sensitive cock, the dark pieces of hair that clung to the sweat on his forehead, his mouth slightly open, his chain swinging in your face… the sight was simply divine. You pushed your hips up against his to get the friction you were missing, and in a few seconds, you came undone beneath him.

“Oh, oh fuck, I- ugh!” you yelled, eyes rolling back in your head as your toes curled up. His gaze was fixed on you, taking in every single one of your features. No sight in the world was better to him than the one of you finishing on his cock.

Once you were done, he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily. You brought a hand up into his hair to gently run your fingers through it as you collected yourself.

“Best fucking birthday ever.” you laughed. He chuckled along with you, sitting up to brush your hair out of your face.

“I’m glad I could make it up to you, sparky.” he grinned, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Wanna go to bed?” You nodded, and he got up to get your pajamas out of your dresser. He knew your favorite big shirt and shorts combo to wear to sleep. Then he walked back over to you and began dressing you. It was small acts like this that showed you how much he really cared about you.

Once you were dressed, he threw your blanket over top of you and tucked you in. He then went back over to the dresser to get himself a fresh pair of boxers, putting them on before getting under the covers to spoon you. You thought it was so funny that he was usually so brutal, but he couldn’t fall asleep without cuddling something like a baby.

“San?” you asked meekly, fiddling with your ring.

“Hm?” he hummed, burrowing his face into your neck.

“I love you.” you confessed.

You had never said it to each other once in the five years you had spent together. Not sarcastically, not platonically, and certainly not romantically. You both silently knew it was a dangerous thing to say. You could be ripped apart at any second. You weren’t even supposed to like each other, let alone love. It wasn’t smart to get too attached, or too comfortable, or too intimate. But here you were.

The silence between the two of you was deafening. You were about to get up and run away in embarrassment and shame, when suddenly he placed a tender kiss on your cheek. “I love you too Y/N.”

You sighed in relief, snuggling further into your blankets. You began to drift off to sleep, feeling completely safe and content with San next to you. Maybe what you were doing was risky, but right now it didn’t matter. Right now, you were just a silly young girl in love, not a mafia daughter. Maybe tomorrow you would wake up and regret it, but it wouldn’t change anything. The two of you would always be chained up together. It would be foolish to pretend you didn’t love it. And you both knew you would do anything to keep it that way.

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Kinktober Day 29 - Degrading

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Public sex, possessive San, degrading, marking, oral (M receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.

Word Count: 2479

Summary: Someone needs to be reminded who they belong to.

Prompt List MasterList Kintktober 2022 Buy me a Coffee

That was it, that was the last straw. San didn’t mind you joking around with his band mates, hell he was over the moon that you all got along and you were quickly welcomed into the friendship group but today you took it too far. In your defense San’s mind had been to focused on his work recently and you haven’t had half the attention you craved so why not test his patience. You didn’t want to overstep boundaries with both San and the group so you went to the one person who you knew would help you out without asking a single question, Wooyoung.

You’d pulled him to one side when no one was looking and explained your predicament to him the best you could without explicit detail, explaining how San has hardly been around lately and you just wanted a little attention. It was like Wooyoung could read your mind, he knew exactly what you wanted out of this and damn was he going to get it for you.

“Look I know exactly what you need to do but you need to trust me.” He said wiggling his eyebrows at you which made you feel a little uneasy knowing the reputation that followed Wooyoung’s plans.

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s nothing extreme, just a little empty flirting is all that needs to go on and San’s all yours.” You looked at him questioningly no sure if this was a good idea.

“Look, San loves attention too so when he sees you giving your special attention to someone else he’ll snap and give in and if you’re lucky you’ll get a little fun from it too.” Wigging his eyebrows again he watched as a blush of embarrassment crept up to your cheeks.

“Are you sure it’ll work?” You ask trying to shake off the embarrassment.

“San’s my best friend I know him like the back of my hand, trust me after this he’s all yours.” And that’s how the current events came to be.

San watched with annoyance in his eyes as you giggled with Wooyoung, gently running your fingers along his arm as you twirled a piece of your hair between your fingers, really playing on the flirting.

“We’ve got his attention.” Wooyoung whispered trying not to break character and boosting his performance by putting his arm on the wall just above you leaning into it getting just that bit closer to you making sure to quietly console you telling you it’ll all work out.

San couldn’t take it anymore, he didn’t want to cause a scene out of courtesy to the other members but if he stuck around any longer he was sure he’d end up hitting Wooyoung so he opted for the next best solution and left the room not before making his annoyance known with a big frustrated sigh and storming off to the door slamming it shut behind him. You and Wooyoung look towards the door wide eyed at what just happened, but now the ball was in your court.

“What are you waiting for, go get your man.” Wooyoung cheered with a wide knowing grin pushing you towards the door.

You didn’t have to look far for San, you found him leaning against the wall just outside the door taking deep breaths in an attempt to cool down his burning temper.

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” You feign innocence.

“What do you care, go back to Wooyoung, you both seem to be getting on REALLY well.” You tried your hardest to hold back the smile that was starting to creep it’s way onto your face but the tone of his voice made it difficult, it told you your plan was a success.

“Oh come on Sani, we were just talking.” It was like a fire had been lit behind his eyes, he wanted to scream but right here and right now was not the time or place, so once again choosing the next best option he grabbed you by the wrist pulling you into the broom closet next to him.

“Wow Sani slow down.” You yelp almost falling face first into the closet before getting pinned to the wall.

“Does that get you off or something?” San hissed inches away from your face as you tilt your head still playing the innocent card.

“Do you get off acting like a whore around my friends?” Your skin prickled with goosebumps and heat pooled at your core at his harsh words. You had him right where you wanted him.

“You haven’t been giving me attention.” You pout a little exaggerated, just enough to really get under his skin.

“So you flirt and bat your eyelashes at Wooyoung, practically eye fucking him right in front of me!?” By now San had you pressed between him and the wall with no escape even if you wanted to.

“Fine, I guess you just need a little reminding of who you belong to.” Your mouth grew dry despite knowing exactly what you got yourself into you didn’t expect him to go through with it so quickly, especially not while he was still at work and in a broom closet of all places.

San pushes his knee against your core, the pressure making you whimper while his hand clutches a large clump of your hair pulling just enough to make it sting a little.

“Sani.” You whimper.

“Ah, ah, ah, you wanna act like a whore then you’ll get treated like one.” You gulped hard while you waited for his next move. Using your hair San pulled your head back and to the side slightly to give him enough access for his lips to attach to your neck, he was in no way going to be gentle with you today, his lips started with a hard kiss to your pulse point before he sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh hard enough to leave behind teeth marks. Hissing through your teeth you dealt with the pain which lasted only a moment before he moved to the other side of your neck, sucking harshly mixing in a few bites and small licks at the bruising patch on your flesh. Once he was happy with how dark his mark was he pulled away grabbing your cheeks in his hand to make you look at him.

“Marked as mine.” He starts with a smirk.

“Now no one will think twice about touching you.” You couldn’t get over how hot San was when he was pissed off, usually he was very sweet and loving and the worst you’d ever seen him was when he had a bad day at work but that was no comparison to right now.

“I was going to surprise you tonight, I was gonna wait until we got home to sweep you off your feet and give you everything you craved but then you pulled that stunt and now...I don’t think you deserve it.” Your eyes widen as you silently curse yourself for missing that opportunity.

“Sani I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” You plead desperately trying to make him change his mind. He raised an eyebrow at you, gears turning in his head as he thought of how to punish you. Letting go of your face he held your head firmly in place by your hair making sure your eyes stayed on his face. You could head the quiet sound of a zipper being pulled and the sound of shifting fabric as he pulled his jeans down to his thighs.

“Sorry huh, why don’t you show me how sorry you really are?” Placing a hand on your shoulder San pushed you to your knees so you were face to face with his cock.

“Put that whore mouth of yours to work.” You unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, trying to ease the burning need that was overcoming you, his harsh words turning you on to no end.

Obeying his words you opened your mouth for him, tongue slightly hanging out waiting for his cock to enter, what you didn’t expect was the way San’s hand grabbed your hair again using it to push your face down on his cock taking him all in at once, the sudden intrusion made you gag around him resulting in a low growl from him, the way your throat constricted around his tip had him throwing his head back. You pulled yourself together as quickly as you could and relaxed your jaw letting San use you for his own pleasure. San thrusting into your mouth harshly made tears roll from your eyes as you struggled to breathe making you dig your nails into his thighs for support. The small closet was filled with the wet sounds of your mouth repeatedly taking all of San and harmonised with the low growls that were leaving his throat, to say the whole thing sounded pornographic was an understatement. Just as you got into a rhythm San pulled out from you, tightening his grip on your hair to bring you to your feet.

“Look at you all fucked out already, pathetic.” He chuckled looking at your tear stained face before spinning you around to face the wall.

“Now are you going to be good and take what I give you?” You nod weakly as you catch your breath but that was soon interrupted by the way San wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Words slut.”

“Yes.” You whimper. If San was any rougher with your leggings he would have ripped them with the way he yanked them and your underwear off you. Kicking your legs apart he didn’t give any warning before sheathing himself in you fully making you gasp breathlessly and ball your hands into fists against the wall. San’s frustration was evident in the way he mercilessly fucked you, each thrust had your body jerking forward so hard you had to use the last on your strength in your arms to stop you hitting your head against the wall. You bit down on your lip to stifle the moan that was threatening to escape, you didn’t want to run the risk of the others hearing what was going on.

“Why so quiet, you were happy enough to run that whore mouth of your earlier.” On a normal day San knowing your body as well as he does would be an advantage but right now it was your weakness, the way the tip of his cock consistently hit your sweet spot made you want to scream his name but given your location you resorted to covering your mouth with your hand in an attempt to muffle your sounds.

“Hey.” San said yanking you up against his chest by your hair.

“Hand down, I want the others to hear who’s name you’re screaming, especially Wooyoung.” As an extra precaution San pinned both your hands behind your back, gripping your wrists firmly to stop you falling forward.

Your knees grew weak as your high started to approach and your cries filled the small room as San’s pace picked up exponentially to the point you couldn’t control the constant string of moans if you tried. Your walls flutters around him as your high was mere seconds away from tearing through you and you could feel how his cock twitched inside you from the sensation which just spurred you on even more.

“San.” You cry out weakly.

“What was that? I don’t think the others heard you.” You tried again a little louder this time but it still wasn’t to his standard.

“Louder.” He growled punctuating the command with a sharp thrust that made you cry out.

“SAN!”

“Much better.” He purred continuing with the sharp thrusts that ultimately sent you over the edge, legs trembling as your orgasm tore through you with white hot heat as you screamed out a string of incoherent moans. The intensity of the orgasm made your legs almost give out on you, you slump lower giving into the weakness before getting pulled back up by San’s arm that was tightly wrapped around your waist.

“Oh no you don’t, I’m not finished with you.” His tone was taunting, he enjoyed watching you become a shaking mess under him, but the cockiness was a façade he was a lot closer than what he made out to be, his thrusts slowed down to try and hold out a little longer but the tightness your core held around him was making it difficult to hold back so he ultimately gave in. Pace picking back up he fucked into you harder and harder chasing his high and throwing you into overstimulation.

“San...too much.” You cry out tears pricking at your eyes again as your whole body trembles in his hold. “Aww is it, is it really too much for my little slut?” Your cries were his only answer and that was enough for him, he’d rendered you to a babbling mess. A handful of sharp thrusts later and San’s grip tightened on you and long low groans filled the room as his own orgasm took over painting your walls white as he continues to fuck into you riding out his high.

As soon as it was all over his temperament changed like someone flipped a switch in him, his grip on you loosened as he turned you around in his arms pulling you close to him peppering your flushed cheeks with kisses.

“I love you.” You say quietly nuzzling your face into him.

“I love you too. I guess we better get back to the others.” He says holding your face in both hands wiping away the tear stains on your cheeks before gathering your clothes and helping you back into them. He was so gentle with you now, he held you like you were made of glass and he spoke to you so softly you could barely hear him. He let you have a few moments to collect yourself and get back to normal before walking out of the broom closet with his arm wrapped around your waist and heading back into the practice room to the rest of the group.

As soon as you and San walked into the room your ears were met with blaring music and 7 sets of eyes fell on you both.

“Oh you’re finally done!” Hongjoong shouts over the music getting up to turn the speakers off. Wooyoung shot you a quick wink as he approached you both.

“So I’m guessing the plan worked.” Wooyoung quipped noticing not only how San held you close but also the deep purple bruise and the red teeth marks that painted your neck.

“But next time guys be courteous to us, we had to turn the music on to drown out the noise.” Your cheeks flushed a furious shade of red from embarrassment but San on the other hand squeezed your side and shot you a quick smirk.

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dairyminki · 9 months

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Inked By Fate - FOUR

↬ pairing/s: park seonghwa x fem!reader, choi san x fem!reader ↬ genre: soulmate!au, racers!ateez, rivalry, angst, romance, fluff, pining ↬warning/s: profanities ↬wc: 1.4k

↬a/n: i apologize for this very late update and for this chapter being short. still, i hope you all will still enjoy this one <33 guess whose pov it is in the beginning of this chap btw ;)

*reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

・・・・・★

Just like the past few, it starts out in plain black.

Then it becomes hazy and suddenly a scene shifts into his view.

But unlike before, tonight was something new. The usual scenarios of his soulmate being surrounded by flowers and a bell chiming when people keep going in and out was suddenly replaced with the night city lights and silence.

From his soulmate's eyes he could clearly see how the stars sparkled and how the moon casts its light upon the beautiful city.

The place wasn't familiar though. Nothing was ever familiar to him, which led him to thinking that maybe his soulmate was living far away from his home country.

But then the scene shifts again, and he's now staring at a blurry face of a man. Something in him tells him that he knows this person, but how could he confirm it when it isn't clear enough?

He gets to stare at the blurry man for a while before everything faded back into darkness once again.

・・・・・★

Morning came, you're stretching your limbs after getting a good amount of sleep, the soft glow of the sun peeking through your room's curtains.

Then you remember last night. The experience itself was very odd and confusing.

How come Choi San has your name as his soulmate tattoo on his wrist?

You felt the connection, you saw your very own name on him, yet you two weren't the ones destined for each other. How is that possible?

You sigh as you glance at your wrist. If the initial S doesn't stand for San, then whose name does it stand for?

After taking a bath and cooking yourself a simple breakfast, you head back to your room to take out your laptop.

You'll be doing some research today. And hopefully, just hopefully you could find some answers.

"Let's start, shall we?" You say, cracking your knuckles before you start typing on the keyboard.

An hour has passed yet you're still glued to your laptop's screen, still nothing.

"Why the fuck does the internet not have any answers?" You were growing impatient, and tired.

That's when you finally decide to ring a number on your phone. Right, if anyone knows better about soulmates, then it should be her.

'Hello?'

"Jia, hi!" You greet back and immediately you hear a chuckle from the other line.

'Why do you sound rushed?'

"Nothing! I was just wondering if...you could lend me some of your time?"

'Sure! Do you perhaps want to meet up?'

You said yes and quickly ended the call, then you went inside your room rummaging through your closet to pick some clothes to wear so you could head out and meet Jia at a nearby coffee shop.

This will be your first walk under the sunlight for this week, since you've just been going out every night and cooping yourself up inside your apartment during daytime.

The coffee shop was just a ten-minute walk, and now you found yourself sitting inside the place with a cup of caramel macchiato in hand.

You were browsing through tons of articles about soulmates when the door opened with a chime.

Jia has arrived.

After ordering herself a cup of coffee, the two of you are now seated, face to face and discussing.

"Wait, wait. So you mean to tell me, you met a guy, who you thought was your soulmate, but they turned out to be not?" Jia repeats, trying to sink into her mind the details that you just told her.

"Yes." You reply, looking at her as you take a sip of your coffee.

"And you're telling me that your name is engraved on his skin? Did I get that right?" She continues, and you nod your head.

"Woah, this case of yours is tough." Jia admits, also taking a sip of her own beverage.

"Right? This has been keeping me up late last night." You sigh, plopping your head on the table, feeling defeated.

"Y/N, give me your phone," Jia tells you and you shake your head, pouting. "No. You have yours."

"I don't, I left it at home" When you give her the stink eye, she adds, exasperated, "Oh c'mon, are you hiding something in there? Also, I thought you want me to help you with your soulmate problem here?" Jia quirks an eyebrow.

You groan, giving in, "Fine, just hurry up. Also for your information, I'm not hiding something in my phone okay?" You huff.

"Sure, whatever you say."

・・・・・★

You're already in your fifth serving of your favorite Oreo cheesecake yet Jia's still staring intently at your phone as she scrolls through numerous articles and sites about soulmates on the web.

"Found anything?" You ask after taking your last bite of the cheesecake. Jia signals you with her hands, telling you to wait.

You're drinking your macchiato when Jia suddenly squeals and slams her hands on the table, leaving you to choke on your drink.

"Oof, sorryyy!" Jia giggles despite your state. After getting you a glass of water and some tissues, she proceeds to tell you the good news.

"Listen up," Jia starts. She opens her mouth and closes it again, she does it repeatedly for a couple of times before you finally send her a glare. "Quit playing around, for fuck's sake."

"Alright, alright," She says, but then eventually squeals. When you send her another glare, she calms herself down, putting your phone down.

"Y/N...ever heard of platonic soulmates?" Jia asks, her mouth forming into an amused smirk.

Platonic what?

・・・・・★

A series of knocks could be heard from the door, yet Seonghwa doesn't exert any efforts to stand up and answer it to make it stop. Though it's starting to make his ears bleed.

He just wants to sleep more.

Sleep doesn't find him though when he hears a shriek from outside and even louder banging on the door.

"Ahhhh hyunggggg! I swear you have to wake up! If you won't wake up Imma beat yo-"

Wooyoung's voice goes unheard when Seonghwa hears his phone vibrate.

What now?

Confusion was what his face was painted with when he opened his messages and read a text from an unknown number.

Unknown Number:

Sannie, I have answers!

Can we meet up as soon as I arrive there tonight?

Huh?

Sannie?

Meet up???

What the fuck??

Seonghwa groans and ruffles his hair in an annoyed manner.

I swear to god-

Standing up, he hurries to grab a plain white shirt inside his drawer and some trousers.

Then he stomps his way out of the room, completely ignoring Wooyoung who was about to scold him once again while holding a frying pan in his hand. Instead, Seonghwa's eyes search the room, and he does see San happily munching his dinner in the kitchen.

"The fuck Choi, you're giving my number to one of your girls now?"

San coughs, having choked on his steak to which Wooyoung rushes to get him a cup of water.

After recovering, San faces Seonghwa with an unreadable expression, asking, "Hyung— what?"

"I said, why are you giving my number to your flings, instead of your own? What? Are you tired of dealing with their whiny-"

"Hyung, I have no idea, at all."

Seonghwa scoffs. "Sure, you don't." Then he shoves the phone in the younger's face, San squeaking. Then his expression morphs into one of recognition.

San mumbles an 'oh shit', before he takes Seonghwa's phone. He speedily composes a text message and sends it.

San clears his throat, then smiles sheepishly. "Uh, I'm sorry about that hyung, I must've given her the wrong number. But I swear this one is not a fling of mine, in fact she's a friend."

"Since when did Sannie take a girl as a friend and not as a fling?" Wooyoung gaps dramatically, joining in the conversation as he places another batch of steak on a plate, for Seonghwa.

"I'm not like you, Woo." San rolls his eyes, he doesn't get a reply from the latter at first, Wooyoung just clutches his chest, before saying, "I'm offended."

"And I'm out of here." Seonghwa says in a monotone and was about to turn on his heel when Wooyoung catches the hem of his shirt.

"Nu-uh, you're not going anywhere mister. Now go sit down and eat."

"What are you, my mother?" Seonghwa spats.

"I might as well be if you're gonna keep going with that grumpy attitude of yours."

"Fine." Seonghwa grumbles and sits down. Eventually, he finds himself eating the steak as if there was no tomorrow.

・・・・・★

You're deep in your thoughts as you sit on the couch, your eyes staring at the television, your hand clutching your phone.

Then your phone beeps, pulling you out of your trance.

A small smile finds its way in your face when you read his reply to your text.

Sannie:

Sure, Y/N! ^-^

・・・・・★

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ayfinchwrites · 1 year

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RAIN OR SHOWERS // Choi San

Type // Oneshot

Genre // fluff, cozy

Words // 1.2k

Blurb // A cozy night in with San takes a comedic turn when the members arrive home early from practice.

\-.-/

You sat by the window in the high rise apartment watching the rain come down on the city below. Seoul had always been such an interesting place to you, it was so different from your hometown in many ways, some good some bad as with any place. There was, however, one thing about Seoul that could never be beat, and he was showering in the next room.

It was edging on nightfall, the electric lights began to flicker on one by one throughout the city. It was your favorite part of the day, watching Seoul transition for the night. The rain was only elevating the experience.

You heard the water turn off from the bathroom and sat up in a hurry. Your job had been to make the popcorn and prep for the movie but you had been so enamored by the rain that it had slipped your mind. You hurried into the kitchen and began pulling out supplies atop the marble countertops. Popcorn and sandwich cookies. You reached over and turned off the oven. You had been roasting chestnuts for a couple hours now as another movie snack. You did not normally eat roasted chestnuts as a movie snack but since coming to Korea and going to the theaters here, it had become one of your favorites.

You slipped on an oven mitt and pulled the tray from the oven and set it on the counter. You were baited to try one right now, but elected to wait on account of probably burning your tongue. With a sigh you popped open the microwave and started the bag of popcorn.

You shuffled back over to your window seat and resumed watching the heavy rain. A light fog had begun to drape over the lower buildings. You heard a door click and turned around to find San emerging from the bathroom. His dark hair was slick and fell over his eyes in wet pieces. He was wearing his large black hoodie, a favorite of yours to steal. You fought the urge to just run up and hug him and instead slowly stood and made your way to him.

“The chestnuts are done, I pulled out the cookies and-”

You were cut off by the microwave beeping.

You chuckled, “And… evidently the popcorn is done too.”

You reached up and ran a hand through his hair. He had towel dried it. You could always tell because of how soft it felt, even when it was damp.

Not being able to resist any longer you pulled him into a hug, your face becoming engulfed by his hoodie. He squeezed you tighter in reply.

“It smells really good.” His voice echoed with your head on his chest.

You both pulled away and made your ways to the kitchen to retrieve the movie snacks. You slid some of the cooled chestnuts into a bowl while San grabbed the popcorn and cookies. You had previously raided San’s closet and pulled out any blankets he had stored away. As a result, two quilts and a sherpa throw were strewn across the couch. San chuckled at the sight and set the popcorn and cookies down onto the coffee table before flopping onto the couch. You followed suit and cuddled up beside him, pulling a quilt over your shoulders.He adjusted his position to drape an arm over your shoulder and pull you closer.

After a minute you noticed San cursed under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned him looking up to his face.

He began to laugh, “The remote.”

You fell into a quiet fit of laughter and watched as he tried to fish the remote from the far end of the coffee table with his foot. You playfully hit his shoulder and sat up to reach out and grab it.

“There, now we’re actually ready.” You said and switched on the TV.

You had suggested a new movie earlier but San proposed watching an old favorite. You couldn’t help but agree because the movie made the both of you laugh uncontrollably at times.

You selected your streaming channel and pressed play on Pipeline*.

Eating snacks and listening to the rain all while spending a cozy night in with San. It was heavenly.

“Imagine if we could do this all the time.” You whispered to him.

His lips broke into a grin, “Imagine.” He echoed and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

Just then the front door opened and loud chatter spilled into the living room. The boys were back from their schedule already. You and San had both seen this movie so many times neither of you bothered to pause for the interruption.

“Oh hey, I love this movie!” Mingi shouted and trudged past you both to drop down onto the window seat, he tossed his practice bag onto the floor by his feet.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you two were busy.” Yeo apologized and heads to his bedroom, red flushed his cheeks. “I’m showering first!” He yelled.

“Ya!” Joong pushed his way through the front door, his hair damp with sweat from practice, “I thought you said you weren’t feeling good.”

He pointed his finger at San, then rested his hand on his waist.

“I was but then I felt fine.” San paused for a moment before continuing, “Now that you mention it, I’m starting to feel a little sick again. Maybe I’m allergic to you captain.”

At that Joong raised his brows and paused for a moment.

“You little shit.” He muttered under his breath.

“No, I think that’d be you.” San replied to his comment.

That was it. Hongjoong stomped over and slugged San in the arm.

“Guys,” Hwa cautions, though a smirk is fixed upon his lips.

San burst into laughter and got up from the couch to wrestle with Joong.

“Why,” Seonghwa began, his words directed towards you, “would you voluntarily choose to deal with this?” He chuckled and shook his head.

You just laughed in reply and turned to find Jongho had joined Mingi on the window seat and they were both watching the movie as if San and Hongjoong weren’t wrestling right in front of them.

Yep, you had to love cozy rainy nights at the dorm. You just had to.

You heard Yunho’s laugh ring out from the kitchen as he leaned on the counter and snacked on some of the leftover chestnuts that hadn’t fit into the bowl. It was hard to tell if he was laughing at San and Joong or the movie, he seemed to be dividing his attention between both of them.

Seonghwa was still standing by the doorway, you pat the couch cushion beside you. An offer you extended, Hwa had never had a problem with you always being around for San but he was sometimes overly polite. You always tried to do what you could to make everyone feel more comfortable about your presence.

He smiled and took a seat next to you as you both watched as their little fight subsided.

Out of breath and laughing, San plopped back down on the couch into his original spot and slung an arm over your shoulder. Joong had just ended up spread out like a starfish on the ground watching the movie. You all settled down and fell into watching the film.

After a couple minutes you noticed Hongjoong snoring quietly and you glanced up at San. He chuckled softly and pulled you closer.

(*Seriously ya’ll, watch the movie Pipeline if you get the chance. It is actually so hilarious and you get to see Seo In-guk and Lee Soo-hyuk muahaha. Not to mention my mans Soo-hyuk plays a real good psycho and let me just say *wow*).

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nonclassyparty · 2 years

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Starring Role - ACT V (C.S; S.MG)

title; you make me feel like i’m losin’ my virginity, the first time, every time when you’re touching me

summary:

We’ve all read about the infamous player who falls in love with the good girl that manages to make him change his ways…but what happens to the other girl? The pretty, popular one that has warmed his bed before the good girl came along and took him away.

Well, no one cares about her. After all, she’s just a side character.

It almost feels like a joke to play a part, when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart.

pairing: choi san x reader, song mingi x reader (for now lol)

warnings: smut!!, mentions of dieting

wc: almost 14k

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buy me a coffee!

act iv / masterlist / act vi

A/N: smut is in italics for this part, there are a couple of more smut scenes but they’re really brief with as little descriptions as possible so i didn’t place a warning for those!

"It's more like every electron in every atom in the universe paused, breathed in deeply, assessed the situation, and then reversed its course, spinning backward, or the other way, which was the right way all along. And afterward, the universe was exactly the same, but infinitely more right."

-Lydia Netzer, How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky

"We should, uh," He stutters out, breath raggedy, "continue having those lessons."

"We should go for a coff- Oh, hey Mingi!" Hongjoong interrupts his sentence as he spots the newcomer that pulls out a chair next to him and places his backpack in front of the spot on the table.

"Y/N, as I was saying, we should go for a coffee after this. I have a study group at eight and I'm gonna need some caffeine to-"

But you're not listening to a single word leaving Hongjoong's lips as your attention is completely devoted to Song Mingi unpacking his things in the seat opposite of you without a care in the world. You haven't seen him since Saturday.

That Saturday.

Mingi stumbles out of the closet, dragging you out after him with his lips not leaving yours once. You're touching and grabbing, hands tugging on hair, teeth clashing and gasps leaving both of you.

You don't even notice that you're moving until your back is pressed against the door of his bedroom as he grips your jaw, licking into your mouth as you pull him closer with a desperate groan. There's that familiar feeling pulsing through you, the need to have him as close as possible without any barriers between the two of you and you subtly grind down on his thigh that was wedged between your legs.

The sound of a lock turning makes you disconnect from him and you turn your head to the side, where his hand rested on the lock of the door right by your hip. Mingi breathes heavily.

"Is that okay?" He whispers nose brushing yours, probably wanting to know how far you plan on taking this tonight.

You just pull his mouth back on yours and hope he gets his answer from that which he does, as he starts guiding you to the bed and with a couple of adjustments- you're in his lap.

"Hellooooo? Y/N?" Hongjoong's voice drags you out of the memories and your head snaps to him with wide eyes.

"Y-yeah!" You respond, internally cringing at how high pitched your voice had gotten. "Sounds good."

Hongjoong gives you a weird look before shaking his head and going back to his books. Your eyes subconsciously dart to Mingi and a zapping feeling runs through you when your gazes meet.

Mingi's face is otherwise blank but his eyes dance with mirth and you swear that the corner of his lips lift up for a split second before he licks them and goes back to opening his laptop and organizing his notes.

You shift in your seat, feeling a little too hot as you try to focus on the textbook in front of you with pursued lips.

"Wanna try to make a simple program by yourself today?" If there wasn't the silence that followed after Mingi's question, you wouldn't have guessed it was aimed at you with just how high up in the clouds you were.

"Wanna take this off?" He murmurs the question as his fingers run over the buttons of your cropped cardigan and end up playing with the top one, his fingers brushing over the skin of your chest in the process. Mingi's eyes are observing your face, waiting for an answer but you're already too lost to form a coherent thought.

"Uh-huh." You nod like a dumbass and his lips quirk up slightly as his lips connect with yours again and fingers nimbly start to undo each button until the cardigan is slipping down your shoulders and leaving you in your bra.

Mingi's lips part from yours and a gasp leaves you shortly afterwards as his lips start kissing down your neck and his hands grasp your hips tighter at that as you start rubbing against him. He is hard underneath you.

A small groan of his own erupts from his chest and he flips the both of you, so you're laying on the bed with him between your legs.

He swiftly connects your lips again. Both of your lips are puffy and red by now but you don't care. You like that Mingi seems to like kissing you. His warm hands trail down your body again until they reach your boots and he sits up, hands fiddling with the zipper on one of them before he pulls the shoes off. He repeats it on your other leg as well.

"Cute." He mutters with a small smirk, thumb rubbing the inside of your ankle where your socks had Hello Kitty on them. Your cheeks burn a deeper red, you would say something snippy to him but you're just too far gone and only thing you can think about is him and what he could do to you.

His hands gloss over your body again. Up your legs and gripping your hips before he glances at you with dark eyes. You let out an impatient puff of air.

Mingi pulls at the collar of his sweater and tugs it off of himself in one swift move, throwing it to the chair by his desk. Your eyes drunkenly soak up his naked chest. Broad shoulders, slim waist and thick thighs still covered in jeans. Your mouth waters at the sight of his toned torso.

His warm hands glide up your thighs and disappear under your miniskirt, latching onto the elastic band of your panties.

"Let's take these off as well." He whispers, small grin rising on his plump lips as he starts slowly dragging the flimsy material down your legs.

"Y/N?" Mingi's voice snaps your head up and you're faced with both Mingi and Hongjoong staring at you.

"Oh, uh...Sorry, w-what did you say?" You stutter out, swallowing as you blink repeatedly to get your thoughts in check.

Hongjoong looks positively weirded out now, looking at you with a scrunched up face. Mingi, on the other hand, seems to be able to read your mind and looks like he's trying to hold back a smirk which makes sweat collect at the back of your neck as a shaky breath escapes you.

"I asked if you wanted to try to make a program by yourself today. It will be one of your tasks at the exam." He elaborates easily, eyes dancing over your features in amusement and it makes you press your lips in annoyance. Not at him, but at yourself. Why were you acting like a school girl that just lost her virginity to this guy?

"Okay." You nod simply, reaching for your laptop and setting it up in front of yourself. Hongjoong returns to his own work and so does Mingi.

As you wait for it to turn on, you glance at Mingi again. His eyes are trained on his laptop, lower lip tucked between his teeth and a pen dangling off of his fingers. Thoughts of his fingers on your lips flood your mind. What is wrong with you? You can't possibly be this horny.

Suddenly, his fingers tap against his notebook two times and your eyes snap to his.

He's looking back at you with a grin that he can't seem to hide now and your cheeks flush red but you don't break the eye contact. It was a bit of a public fact now that, when it comes to men who know how to make you come, you have very little shame.

Mingi coughs, covering up the smile on his lips with his hand before clearing his throat and handing you a paper. Hongjoong is cluelessly highlighting something in his textbook.

"Here, try this one." Mingi says lowly, gesturing to the paper where the task was printed out and you only nod in response, hiding your face behind your laptop.

You start typing across the keyboard but soon enough, your fingers slow down and you find yourself mindlessly staring into the open program, images of last Saturday plaguing your mind and you try your hardest not to look up towards Mingi again.

"Mingi-..." Hongjoong continues talking to Mingi and the more he speaks, the deeper you get lost into your head.

"Mingi." You gasp out, fisting the sheets on his bed in your hands as a means of stopping yourself from being too loud.

Mingi's response is only a chuckle which vibrates through your body as he indulges in the heat between your legs as he pleases.

Your skirt is hiked up to your waist and his hands are wrapped around your thighs to hold them spread out in their place as his mouth explores your cunt until tears are brimming the corners of your eyes.

It's slow and sensual and there's a strange level of intimacy to it that makes giddiness dance up and down your body as your hand reaches down and brushes through his hair.

It was only a couple of days ago that you were cursing Mingi out in your head and now his face was buried between your legs as he gave you what felt like the best head you've gotten in awhile.

Who would've thought.

"Oh, fuck..." You whimper out, still cautious about the volume of your voice despite Mingi's words of reassurance. 'They're all drunk and downstairs by now. You can be louder.'

But you can't bring yourself to completely rely on them so instead, you bite your bottom lip and try to muffle the moans as he suckles on your clit before dragging his hot tongue over it in a motion that makes your legs shake.

It's dizzying. And hot. You can't be bothered to think about anything outside of what was happening in the space of these four walls.

At a particular twirl of Mingi's tongue, your back arches and mouth drops open as another moan escapes and you think, yeah, you won't regret this at all.

"Fuck, you're hot." Mingi mutters against you before his tongue dips inside of you and is slowly dragged back to your clit and it makes your legs shake around his head, he notices and soothes his palm over your thigh.

"I'm gonna-...Gonna come if y-you don't stop..." You brokenly whisper out and Mingi glances up to you. Fuck, he looks good between your legs.

"That's the goal." He whispers and you only moan in response as brings his tongue down onto you again.

How is Song Mingi so good at eating pussy?!

You had almost hoped that he would suck, just so when it's all over you can go back to being mean to him. But you don't think that's going to be possible because, of course, he has to be a god between the sheets in every way imaginable. You can't remember when was the last time you felt this good.

San gave you everything and so much more but for a limited time period. The sex was mind-blowing but only for the first couple of weeks, after that it felt like the pussy magic wore off or something because he gave you mediocre orgasms with half-hearted oral- with the exception of the times he would fuck up and try to get in your good graces again.

But Mingi eats you out to the point where it seems like he's getting off to your moans and to your very taste.

He works his tongue and lips against you, trying to amplify your pleasure and make you feel as good as possible. It works, and you're sent flying into an earth-shattering orgasm that makes your toes curl and your back arc off of the bed as a high pitched moan leaves you.

It feels like liquid fire is eating you up from the inside out, and your orgasm lasts a lifetime. Mingi doesn't falter for one second, diligently dragging out your pleasure with his tongue, even as you quiver and thrash under his grip.

It takes another long moment for your orgasm to run its course, then you abruptly collapse onto the mattress with a deep groan, drenched in sweat and feeling utterly boneless. Only then does Mingi finally let up on his ministrations.

"Fuck, that was so hot." He mutters as he sloppily licks the come from his lips.

"You-..." Your words trail off as you try to catch your breath and wait for the rapid beating of your heart to slow down.

"-all red in the face. Are you feeling sick?" Your head snaps to Hongjoong, meeting his concerned gaze and it's only then that you feel the hotness of your cheeks.

"Huh?"

"What is going on with you today? You're redder than a fire hydrant." Hongjoong comments with a frown and your cool hands reach up to cover your flaming cheeks as you shake your head. You make the cardinal mistake of glancing in Mingi's direction, just to see his gaze trained on the laptop screen but his lips pulled in a small, annoying smirk.

"Nothing." You respond, fanning your face. "Just remembered something my professor told me, so now I'm stressed out over it."

"Seriously, you need to quit worrying." Hongjoong, the ever so sweet and kind friend, continues and you don't have the heart to stop him. Especially, when he's blowing compliments up your ass. "You're too good of an artist, you won't even need all the theory behind it. I, on the other hand, should go to the third floor and cry my eyes out before this study group today."

"Joong, stop." You whine softly and don't notice the way his eyes soften at the use of the nickname. "Let's not talk about school stuff for the day."

"I agree!" He quips, "Let's talk about last Saturday!"

You stiffen at that, casting a glance towards Mingi who doesn't take his gaze away from his laptop and pretends like neither you nor Hongjoong are speaking. Did Mingi tell Hongjoong what happened? You both specifically agreed to not tell anyone-

"What about last Saturday?" You carefully ask, straightening out in your seat. A habit of yours when you're feeling nervous.

"I must've passed out in the pantry under the staircase the moment the hide and seek game began. Minho made those sangrias way too strong." Hongjoong laughs without a care in the world but from the corner of your eye, you see Mingi glance at him with a guarded expression, "Did you enjoy the party? I hope my friends weren't too much, they can be annoying when they get drunk."

Oh, you enjoyed the party alright.

"Says you." Mingi snorts, lips curled up but not taking his attention away from his work. "You were drunk before she even got there."

Warmth pools in your belly again.

"It was awhile since we had a hang-out. I needed to blow off some steam!" Hongjoong defends himself and both you and Mingi chuckle.

"I had fun." You say with a small smile, trying to seem relaxed as possible.

Your eyes dart towards Mingi for a split second and a shiver runs up your spine when you find him already looking at you. His eyes aren't as hollow as they usually are when he speaks to you, they have a glint of playfulness now. Hongjoong clears his throat and your eyes snap towards him immediately.

"Did I do anything stupid? I can't remember shit!"

"You didn't do anything stupid, Joong." It's Mingi who reassures him, probably because he noticed you were sweating bullets.

You were usually an expert of a liar, but recently, it's almost as if you were trying to be a good and honest person or something so it was getting a little bit too difficult to spew lies from the top of your head.

So here you were, blushing and sweating over a measly lie, like an amateur. How humiliating.

"Oh, good." Hongjoong nods before opening his mouth again, "So when did the party end?"

"At midnight."

"Around three."

You and Mingi lock eyes across the table as a moment of silence ensues. You almost glare at him.

"I mean, I went home around midnight because I told my parents I wouldn't be home late. We had a brunch scheduled for the next day and I couldn’t show up looking hungover." You quickly fix your previous answer and hope the mention of the brunch would steer him in a different direction so you could stop talking about the party.

Hongjoong cocks his head to the side in thought, his books long forgotten by his side.

"Really? I swear the sound of a car going down the driveway woke me up for a second and that was at like...almost dawn. I thought it was yours since you're the only one who drove." He says and your mouth runs dry as you gulp. Mingi shuffles in his seat.

"It must've been a dream. You were pretty drunk and I left hours before dawn." You let out an awkward giggle and Hongjoong doesn't seem to buy it because even Mingi is starting to get a little restless in the seat next to him.

He glances between the two of you.

"Nothing weird happened, right?" Hongjoong questions warily to the both of you.

Your eyes lock with Mingi's.

The thing that surprises you the most with Song Mingi is that you didn't expect the sex to be like this.

And yeah, Mingi is a decent guy from what you've gathered but that doesn't really mean that he's good in bed. He's still a college boy.

You expected him to be quick with it. You expected it to be rushed and clumsy, dirty and empty.

But as always, Song Mingi has a tendency to prove you wrong.

"Oh." You sigh out as his lips cascade down the skin of your neck while his hands fiddle with the clasp of your bra. His naked torso is flush against yours as his fingers brush your back and it all makes you feel warm and so safe that you could melt.

The moment the clasp comes undone, the flimsy piece of fabric is thrown to the floor.

You don't waste any time, you sit up and your hands immediately reaching for the button of his dark jeans. Mingi's lips brush against your temple, one hand still around your body as he reaches to the nightstand for a condom.

"Give me." You whisper, taking the foil from him and ripping it with your teeth while he rids himself of his jeans and underwear.

God, he's so fucking thick. You don't even hide the fact that you eye him up and you swear, you see a faint blush coat his cheeks.

Mingi hisses a little bit as you roll the condom onto him and you mindlessly kiss up his chest while you make sure it's placed properly.

"Lay back." He whispers against your lips, nose brushing yours and you lower yourself back to his sheets and spread your legs apart. Your skirt is still on but he doesn't seem to mind, in fact you think he likes it a little too much.

Now, you expected him to just ram into you a couple of times until he comes with absolutely no rhythm to it whatsoever- you expect that from all college boys.

San excluded because San is San. His expertise is fucking.

Mingi is an IT major that's in love with his best friend, excuse you for not expecting much from him.

But no, Mingi is smooth with it.

Dragging his hands up the back of your thighs before placing them over his own thick thighs and then easing himself into you with a sigh that makes you throw your head back as he stretches you out. There's a pleasant burn that makes you let out a soft moan and you allow your arms to fall above your head as you grip the pillow situated under your head.

"Fuck." He bites his lip, one hand resting on your hip as the other grips the belt of your skirt tightly and uses it to guide you onto his dick.

"That's so good." You murmur brokenly, jaw dropping a little as he brushes against your sensitive spot and a hitched moan leaves you.

"There?" Mingi mutters and you can only nod in response, pulling him by the nape of his neck down to you and pressing his lips to yours.

You whine while his tongue brushes yours and his hips start to pick up speed until he's grasping you tightly as your hips meet.

The room is filled with muffled groans and moans, lewd noises from bodies being connected together and the occasional creak of his bed.

Mingi pants against your neck, one hand absentmindedly cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as you arch against him in pure bliss. You stopped caring about how loud you were halfway through and let the moans fall unabashedly as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow.

At a particularly hard thrust, you clench around him without even meaning to and he groans lowly, giving you a slight albeit playful glare.

"Y/N," He pants, "Don't do that."

You grin because you somehow live to piss him off and repeat the action, only this time it's with full intent. Mingi let's out a choked groan again, the hand that was on your cheek reaching back to grab at your hair.

"Always such a brat." He mutters, snapping his hips against yours and it makes you moan, eyes fluttering shut. "Can you be a good girl for me?"

And somehow, the question makes you melt. It makes you melt so much that you almost sink into the mattress below you, feeling like everything is about to swallow you whole and of course, none of that goes unnoticed by Mingi.

"Oh?" He whispers, lips fluttering over your jawline and your eyes are closed but you can feel him smile against your skin. "You like that?"

"S-shut up." You stutter out, nails digging into his skin at the fluid movements of his hips against yours. Mingi only hums against you, still placing butterfly kisses over your skin.

"You like being called a good girl, huh?" And he's just fucking with you now, you know that. But his words and the playfulness he delivers them with as he continues to kiss up the side of your neck makes you a gooey puddle in his arms. You can only moan and whine in response.

"Faster. Pl-please." You whine as your legs go high up his waist and he quickly listens to your pleads, picking up pace as he observes your face with his lips parted and heavy breaths.

"Like this?" He pants, the smacks echo through his bedroom and you moan loudly, toes curling.

"Yes! Yes, don't s-stop!" You almost sob as you pull him closer to you.

Your orgasm is close. The build up is there and you're about to burst at any given moment as Mingi continues with his tempo, brushing against your sensitive spot as his face falls in the crook of your neck.

You moans get higher with each thrust as you grow closer and closer to your release and Mingi's own groans are muffled but they're there.

"You gonna come for me?" He asks with a hoarse voice against your skin and you moan loudly in response.

The build up drags on and it snaps inside of you like a rubber band and you're tumbling off of the cliff into complete and utter bliss as you arch your back with the loudest moan yet leaving your open lips, toes curling and orgasm washing over you until you're shaking in Mingi's arms.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, Y/N." He grunts out as the pace of his hips grows erratic and you whine in sensitivity.

It takes him a couple more thrusts before he's filling up the condom with a low moan, fingers gripping tightly at your hips as his own stutter against you while he rides out his high and you both fall to the sheets, utterly exhausted.

"We should, uh," He stutters out, breath raggedy, "continue having those lessons."

"No."

"Nope."

Hongjoong's head keeps going back and forth as he stares at you both suspiciously before rolling his eyes.

"Fine. I'll say I believe you even though I know what my eyes saw which was you two being weird as fuck right now." He dramatically points to both of you and you only give a half hearted shake of your head in response.

"Nothing weird happened. The party was fun, thanks for inviting me." You say with a small but sincere smile and Hongjoong groans, turning to Mingi who looks at him in question with brows raised.

"See, that's how she gets you." He complains like you're not sitting right in front of him, your jaw drops a little. "Can't even be a bitch to her when she acts sweet."

You roll your eyes and Mingi gives him a small laugh.

"I'm going to the bathroom and then we can go get that coffee, Y/N." He looks between you and Mingi again with a joking glare, "Not like you two are doing anything productive, Mingi has been scrolling through his assignment sheets for the past five minutes."

Mingi turns to tell him off but Hongjoong is already out of his seat and walking away.

You massage your lips together to keep the smile from forming until Mingi's eyes set on you once you're all alone.

"You have nothing to laugh about." He scolds quietly, blush overtaking his cheeks. "You know for someone who was very strict on keeping this between us, you are extremely bad at hiding it."

"Hey!" You whine, pout etching on your lips, "I got nervous."

Mingi hums in response, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he stares at you.

"You could've just stayed the night." Mingi says as he shudders in the cold, the hoodie he threw on himself before leaving his room doing very little at protecting him from the winter air.

"So Hongjoong can find me naked in his best friend's bed in the morning." You scoff with a small grin as you lean against your car, "No way."

"Well, I mean, you wouldn't have to be naked." Mingi shrugs with a small grin and you roll your eyes, pushing at his chest a little but it doesn't stop him from wrapping his arms around your waist.

It was weird. All the tension between Mingi and you seemed to have dissipated just by having sex with him. At least you think it did, it might just be the post-sex daze that both of you were still in. It was probably that because why in the hell would the two of you be this touchy otherwise?

"I have a thing with my family in the morning so I have to be up early." You explain quietly, you don't know why but the thought of him wanting you to stay made you feel all soft and mushy inside so you felt the need to elaborate why you were leaving.

You didn't owe Song Mingi anything after having sex once but it was a nice change that he wanted you to stay.

He nods and then his face turns serious, a little bit shy and...nervous.

"Hey, so, uh..." He starts and you cock your head to the side, eyes glossing over his face in curiosity. "About what I said the other day. About the math thing."

Your face immediately falls at that before you can even hide it. Mingi's hands tighten around your waist.

"I'm sorry." He blurts out and you raise your eyebrows in surprise. "I googled it after you left. You have a fucking Wikipedia page, Y/N."

He chuckles in what looks like disbelief at the fact that, yes, you do have a Wikipedia page, shaking his head a little, "I'm sorry for saying all of that. I was being an asshole. And...it's an amazing accomplishment."

"It's fine." You chuckle awkwardly, not expecting the apology whatsoever since you were mostly used to it by now.

"Still..."

"It's fine." You say a bit firmer the second time, a smile settling on your lips.

You both stare at each other, smiles slowly slipping and your fingers tighten around the soft material of his hoodie before you pull him towards you again, slotting his lips against yours.

Mingi grunts, cold hand reaching up and cupping the back of your neck as he presses you against the car door. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and you part your lips so you can taste him, hands getting lost in his messy hair as you moan against him a little.

"My car has a really spacious back seat." You breathe out once your lips part.

"Fuck off." He laughs, squeezing at your waist. He heaves a sigh before a curse leaves his lips and he smashes his mouth against yours again.

It's hot and wanton but you can't get enough of each other and he has to push you away as he takes a step back because otherwise- you really would've ended up in the backseat of your car.

"We can't tell anyone about this." You whisper against his lips, moaning as he kisses you again, hand travelling to your backside.

"That's probably a good idea." He agrees.

The staring contest is cut off by Hongjoong's return from the bathroom.

"Y/n, come on, let's go." He says pulling his jacket on and packs his stuff. "I'm craving a bitter coffee and a muffin."

"I'll be ready in, like, a minute." You respond, quickly starting to pack your staff as he says he'll wait for you outside.

You slowly pull on your coat, watching Hongjoong leave through the door before turning to Mingi.

"Come to my place tomorrow." You say quietly with a coy smile before getting up and leaving, giving him no chance to respond.

You'll be honest right now. When it comes to Song Mingi, you sincerely have no idea what the fuck you are doing. Let alone why you want to do it again.

But you do. You want a repeat of last Saturday so bad to the point that you sit daydreaming about it during a particularly boring class until your underwear is soaked that it's borderline embarrassing.

You think of his big hands, fingers adorned by silver rings, on your naked skin. You think of his lips on yours. You think of the way his hair feels brushing against your thigh. You think of him buried deep inside of you. You think of his deep voice muttering in your ear. You think of him.

Song Mingi has you dickmatized.

That's why when he comes over the next day, you almost jump on him at your front door.

"Wow, your house is- oof!" Mingi's words are cut off as you pull him inside by the collar of his jacket and slam the door shut behind him before pressing his body into the wall with all the weight of your body and pressing your lips against his in a feverish kiss that makes you whine because you had no idea that you needed to kiss him this badly.

"Wow." He mumbles before quickly kissing you again, hands groping your ass through your sweatpants as yours roam over his firm chest.

"Let's go." You pant, pulling on his hand to lead him up the stairs.

"Aren't your parents home?" He asks with comically wide eyes as he follows after you and you shake your head.

"They're in Japan with my brother for the weekend. I sent the staff home as well."

"Where are we going?" Mingi questions, ogling the paintings hung up on the stairwell wall.

"To my bedroom." You slow down once you notice him staring at the paintings, "I'll give you a tour later, come on!"

You stumble into your bedroom and you quickly throw yourself on him, lips glued together as you lead him to the bed and drag him on top of you. You enjoy feeling the weight of his body on you a little bit too much.

"Y/N, slow down." Mingi laughs against your lips but kisses you nonetheless and you whine again, hips already working against his.

"I can't." You whine pathetically, kissing him messily as your nails scratch against the fabric of his sweatshirt on his back.

"Okay, okay." He whispers comfortingly with a small smile and you don't even care about your red cheeks because he kisses you again and reaches down with one hand between your bodies to undo the button of his jeans.

And honest-to-God, you think the second time he fucks you is even better than the first time. Maybe it was because you spent the majority of the week imagining it but he just knows where to touch, knows how to get you going and what words to say to have you crying out underneath him.

"Such a good girl for me."

Yeah, that ones a favorite.

But then, after you both come, something weird happens.

Weird as in Mingi doesn't pull his clothes on and scramble for the door at the first opportunity. In fact, you two almost cuddle. But not really, because you're not that comfortable with each other just yet. But you do kiss though and lay next to each other on your bed, naked skin touching, as you mumble around stupid things.

It's nice though. You don't get it. Why does everything with Song Mingi seem so romantic?

It's probably because you're so touch starved that the slightest hint of affection turns you soft and putty at the palm of his hand.

Once you get up to pull your sweater back on since you were starting to get a little bit chilly, Mingi speaks.

"Oh...should I...go?" You turn to him, face scrunched up and with a feeling of an even bigger cold washing over you at the thought of him leaving.

"No." You quickly respond before grimacing, "I mean, if you want to. I'm not holding you hostage or anything but...I'd like for you to...I mean, we can have dinner or something."

Mingi seems in thought for a second, brows pinched in a way that almost makes him seem...cute? He nods, a second later.

"Okay. That sounds cool."

"Cool. Do you want something to drink? I was going to make myself some tea." You explain, pulling your sweatpants up your legs as you do.

"Tea sounds good."

"Okay." You chuckle at how awkward he sounds before leaving for downstairs.

You try to collect yourself once you reach downstairs, trying not to allow yourself to get too soft with Mingi because you genuinely don't know what the two of you are doing right now?

You're not dating.

But you're having sex. Will the sex be a regular thing? You sure hope so.

Are you in another friends with benefits situation?

Were you even friends with Mingi?

The answer is that you don't know and you're too scared to ask.

You have a nasty habit of always diving into things head first with very little thinking just like you did with San, art school and cocaine. All those things ended with hurt, tears and hate- so really, what's one more thing on that list.

You want Song Mingi, so you'll have him until either one of you decides to hurt each other, resulting in a tragic end and then, you'll just move on.

You climb up the stairs and walk into your bedroom, carrying a tray with two steaming mugs of tea on it. Mingi is standing by your work desk.

He's dressed back in his clothes and the bed is made.

He's also staring at your infamous notebook where you keep your drawings.

"Oh, that's-" You start and he turns at the sound of your voice, notebook still in his hand.

"These are really cool." Mingi says with a small smile, you flush once you catch a hint of awe in his voice.

You clear your throat, walking over to him and placing the tray on your desk.

"That's just something I do for fun." You ramble nervously, "It's not my actual work. Those are my-" You point to the canvases stacked up in the corner of your room, "-actual works. Those drawings are kinda stupid-"

"I like them." He interrupts, not taking his eyes away from the colorful pages and you flush an even deeper red.

"Oh...thanks." You mutter before clearing your throat awkwardly, "Here's your tea."

Mingi murmurs a soft 'thanks' as he sits back on your bed with the notebook still in hand and you sigh, feeling a slight shiver.

"Oh, shit. I should turn on the heater." And you walk to your closet and start pulling out your space heater from it. Which catches Mingi's attention.

He looks at you like you're crazy. "You use...that?"

And you guess you could understand, the heater is an old model and definitely looks untrustworthy but it does it's job.

"Yeah." You say as you roll it to the corner of your room and plug it in, adjusting the settings.

"You have a thermostat in your room." Mingi says dryly, pointing to the small white box right by your door. "It's literally right there."

"I don't use that when I'm alone." You shake your head and let out a small, satisfied sigh once the heater starts working.

"Why?"

"I don't like messing with all the buttons and shit. I might burn the house down."

"You do know that thing is, like, fifty times more dangerous, right?" Mingi asks, looking confused.

"I..." You look up, "Don't care. Technology scares me, I like using this when I'm alone otherwise Seonghwa or Mrs. Choi has to come and adjust the thermostat."

When you walk over to grab your mug of tea, you catch Mingi looking at you, extremely amused.

"What?" You ask defensively, leaning against your desk with the mug in hand.

"Nothing." He shakes his head, letting out a chuckle, "You just seem very...human and normal right now."

"Human and normal?" You scrunch your face up, voice going higher in pitch.

Suddenly, you remember you're not wearing any make-up and on instinct, your hand flies to your face to try and cover up as you completely forget that Mingi has been here for the past hour. He has seen you without make-up, he has fucked you without make-up.

"I mean in a good way." He sings, thinking you got insulted ( and maybe you did...a little). "It's nice."

"I'm always like this." You argue back with a huff.

"Eh, not really." Mingi comments, blowing into his mug to cool it down. Your jaw drops a little as he just innocently takes a sip, not even looking at you.

"What do you mean?!" You demand for him to explain. He stops to think for a second, eyeing you up and down.

"Okay, well. First of all, you're very hot-" He began.

"Oh." You giggle like a fucking school girl, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and feeling your ego burst through the roof (not that it needed to go any higher).

Mingi groans.

"See, here you go." He complains, throwing his hand in the air but still not being able to hold the smirk off of his face.

"What? I didn't say anything!" You defend yourself but a laugh escapes you, knowing very well what he meant.

"Be serious." He scolds, "You know you're gorgeous, okay? Get over yourself."

"Okay, okay." You nod, fighting back a smile as another blush climbs your cheeks.

"What I mean is, that you seem perfect. Your outfits and your hair and make-up, your car. Like, the first time I saw you, your notebooks matched your fuckin' outfit. Your...your binders were all color coordinated, they match your laptop and your pencil case and your pens. Even your earphones. It's crazy." He lists off with an exasperated expression on his face, "No college student should be that organized. And you...you can be really fuckin' mean as well. You're a lot scarier than you think, you know?"

You snort. "I'm really not."

"Well, now you're not. You're scared of a fucking thermostat." He grumbles, blowing on his tea again.

"Ugh, whatever." You brush it off, not wanting to think about his words. "Do you want to eat right now or later?"

Mingi slows down the action of placing the mug on your nightstand.

"Uh, I'm not really hungry right now." He responds and his eyes do that thing where they grow a bit wider and make him look impossibly soft that it makes you want to throw up.

"Okay, later then." You nod, then look around your room, not really knowing what the two of you should do right now.

"You wanna work on my Computer Science assignment?" You ask lamely and Mingi chortles.

"Sure."

That's how both of you find yourselves laying on your bed. You're on your stomach with your laptop propped up in front of you as Mingi is laying next to you, flipping through the pages of your notebook.

It's...nice. Really nice.

He helps you when you need help and then returns to analyzing your drawings and you don't even feel uncomfortable that he's looking at them anymore since he seems to like them so much.

But him just being there makes you feel lighter. Usually, when your parents and brother would leave for work trips...your father and brother's work trip- your mother just goes with them to flaunt around Tokyo, you would grow sad because you're all alone far too much. Now, Mingi is here and he makes you feel warm.

"Ouch." He comments and you glance at what he's looking at in your notebook. It's Miss Prudy.

You guess that the comment was about the needle going through her heart.

"Oh, that's Miss Prudy." You say absentmindedly, typing away on your laptop.

"She has a name?!" Mingi asked incredulously.

"Of course, they all do."

"What?! No way!" He gasps and you laugh a little at his open mouth as he stares at the drawing. "What does she do?"

"Stops me from being a slut."

His head whips towards you but you don't even skip a beat, just continue copying the commands.

"What do you mean?" Mingi croaks out and you snort as his ears turn red before dropping the pencil in your hand and looking at the drawing of Miss Prudy a little bit closer.

"Well, I drew her when I did something...bad." Fucked your cousin's boyfriend but Mingi doesn't need to know that. "And I guess...I remember her when I'm about to get tangled up with the next wrong guy."

"Wrong guy?" He asks with his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah, she doesn't like any of them." You pursue her lips, staring at the hem of her long skirt.

"What...w-what about me?"

"What about you?"

"Does she like me?" Mingi questions and your eyes travel from the page towards his wide eyes. You held back a smirk.

Did Miss Prudy like Mingi?

Of course I bloody don't, you idiot! He's in love with the girl you absolutely humiliated in front of an entire cafeteria and you're sleeping with him right now. You come-guzzling, shameless who-

"No." You respond honestly and Mingi almost seems offended that a fictional character that resides in your head doesn't like him.

"Okay, well..." He hurriedly flips through the page and you sigh, pressing 'save' on your document and lowering your laptop to the floor before getting comfortable on the bed next to him since you have a feeling that he'll want to know about every single drawing. "What about this one?"

It's the drawing of the girls with mechanisms for eyes and bent out of shape nails for a smile. You swallow dryly.

"She doesn't have a name. But she lives in mirrors." You say quietly, grabbing a cushion and placing it in your lap. "She lives off of compliments and everyone else's opinions of her. I need to get her a name."

Mingi is quiet for a second, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "This ones my favorite."

You smile shallowly at him but he's already looking away, flipping through the notebook.

"But...does every drawing have a story? Like, you don't draw them just for the sake of drawing them?" His curiosity is evident and it's partly endearing but partly overbearing.

"Uh, it's hard to explain..." You rub your eye tiredly, wondering how you're supposed to explain what goes on in your head to him. "It's characters that I...Sometimes I feel like there's a TV show happening but inside of my head, right?" He nods, "And those are the characters in the show, the scenery that surrounds them and stuff...I don't know."

Mingi hums in understanding and you're thankful that he's not calling you crazy. He's not trying to crack dumbass jokes about you needing a therapist because honestly, you've heard it all before and you wouldn't be hurt or anything. If he does think that, he doesn't show it.

Who knows, maybe he'll have lunch with Boyoung tomorrow and tell her all about how fucking insane you are.

But in this moment, with you, he seems accepting and even more intrigued.

"This one?" You glance at the paper.

The drawing of the man with sky blue hair that reaches his shoulders and mustache to match greets you. It's just a drawing of his face but you know that he's dressed like he lived in the 70s with a colorful button up shirt and patterned flare pants.

He has stars shimmering in his blue hair and Jupiter tucked between a couple of strands. His eyelashes are covered in stardust and his lips could numb you.

"Jesus Christ of Wonderland." Mingi reads your messy handwriting in the corner of the paper.

"I should change his name." You cringe with a small giggle. "I drew him a long time ago."

"So what's his story?"

"He gives people bliss for a dangerous price. Like, he makes them feel really good, head empty, thoughts washed away and instead, can make them feel like they're floating and invincible but only temporarily and then in return; he brings sadness, anger, disappointment, fear...lots of other bad things- to the people they love most."

Mingi frowns at that.

"Would anyone really accept anything from him when it's like that?" He cocks his head to the side, lips folded in a confused pout.

You shrug, still staring at the drawing. "Depends on how bad they wanna forget."

Without another word, Mingi starts flipping through the notebook again and you lean your head against the pillow watching the familiar pages that got filled up over the time. You forgot half of the drawings by now.

"Oh, this one." He stops across a drawing that goes across both pages. "It's incredible but...I don't get it."

"She dies." You point to the small figure of a girl who's face is unrecognizable.

The sky is yellow and has clouds in the shape of goldfishes. The trees are alive, there is life pulsating through their bark and the lake is green and blooming with daisies that tempt you to swim through them. The sun is breathing in a pretty shade of purple and on top of a hot pink hill there is a house filled with people.

"The hurricane kills her?" Mingi asks, pointing to the hurricane in the corner of the paper. You nod.

"Yeah."

"What about them?" He points to the house filled with people who cheer as the girl stands alone just a few feet in front of the daisy lake. "Does it kill them as well?"

"Of course not." You frown, defensively, "They're way too important."

Mingi's fingers slip from the paper as he turns to you with an unreadable expression. He looks a little sad.

"The girl isn't important?"

"It's just a drawing, Mingi." You chuckle, hugging the pillow closer to your chest.

"I didn't say anything." Mingi counters slowly and you roll your eyes and take it upon yourself to flip the page.

He moves your fingers away from the paper and starts moving the pages by himself until he stops at one. One from about half a year ago.

"What's this one?" Mingi asks quietly and your pillow slowly slips from your grasp as you stare at it.

It's a drawing of a boy with a carefree smile that skips from one orange hill to the other. Always so close yet so far because the moment you're an inch away from grasping his hand, he disappears with his soft laughs echoing around you and he materializes on the next hill in front of you.

And no matter how many times he disappears into thin air, you always run down the hill you're on and up the next one just in hopes that you'll get to hold his hand one day. Over and over again.

"That's San." You say quietly, sitting up and reaching for your laptop and notebooks that you left on the floor. Mingi is staring at you, you can feel it. He wants to ask what's the meaning of the drawing, you can feel that too.

"Unreachable." Is all you say as you open your laptop again.

Mingi gathers from your suddenly fallen mood that you don't want to talk about the notebook or the drawings anymore, so he carefully shuts it and places it on your nightstand before he takes your laptop from your lap.

"Let's do your assignment."

Days pass by, the weather grows even colder as you November reaches it's end and December kicks off and you and Mingi still continue seeing each other.

Even after your assignment is turned in and you pass the subject with a strong A, you continue to see each other for study sessions in the library. Hongjoong included, of course. It's the coolest study group ever, he says.

But he doesn't know that you and Mingi play footsie under the oak tables while he's busy flipping through his thick books. Hongjoong doesn't know that every weekend he goes home to visit his parents, Mingi sneaks you into his room and fucks you into the mattress until you're so loud that his other two roommates start complaining. Hongjoong definitely doesn't know that Mingi has seen the inside of your room more times just this month than anyone else outside your family members has in years.

You don't know what you're doing and sometimes you wonder if Mingi knows either.

You wonder if he ever thinks about Boyoung and the way she might feel about all of this. You wonder if he's still in love with her.

At certain times when he's with you- stripping you out of your clothes or just watching a movie on your laptop, you can hear his phone buzz but he just turns it off and you know it's her because you notice the guilt on his face.

The good side of you wants to break...whatever this is, off with him so you can relieve him of that guilt that you know he's carrying inside.

But the rotten part of you is selfish enough to indulge in the fact that he's choosing you over her, the rotten part of you wonders how far he will actually go before he either owns up to it and tells her or breaks it off with you completely.

For now though, having him to yourself is enough.

You moan as Mingi's lips move against yours lazily, both blissed out after the sex and bodies still tangled up with each other as you run a hand through his dark hair while his fingers brush your cheek.

The buzzing of your phone interrupts you and he groans as you move from under him and reach for the phone on your nightstand, reading the text message you got.

Wooyo: I'll be there in half an hour <3

"Fuck!" You hiss, pushing Mingi off of you completely and he falls to the other side of the bed with a surprised grunt as you jump up from the bed and run to pull your underwear back on.

You completely forgot that you told Wooyoung you would be meeting him for lunch today.

After your panties are pulled on, you rush to the bathroom to fix your make-up which smudged underneath your eyes.

"Do you have a boyfriend I should be aware of?" Mingi's voice calls out from your bed and you peek your head out of the bathroom to see your phone in his hand, he waves it in his hand with an awkward smile.

"Wooyoung says there's traffic." He reads off of the screen and you sigh in relief, knowing you would have more time to look put together.

"It's my friend!" You call loudly from the bathroom as you brush through your tangled hair, "I'm supposed to meet him for lunch today but obviously, I forgot."

"Oh." Is quietly heard.

You walk out of the bathroom and pull your bra on before going to stand with your back to Mingi's spot on the bed. "Can you please get the hooks?"

"Sure." He says, carefully pulling the clasps of the bra together. You turn to him.

"Do you wanna come to lunch?" You ask genuinely, "Wooyoung is cool, you'll get along with him."

"Uh, I don't know..." Mingi responds as he starts pulling his clothes back on. "I mean...I could eat."

"Great!" You happily exclaim, tugging your nylons on before pulling the same outfit you wore to classes today which was just a pretty, woolen high waisted midi pencil skirt and a sweater on top and your boots.

When Mingi is all dressed and looking at himself in your mirror, he turns to you again. "I don't think I should go."

"What? Why not?" You frown as you clasp your watch around your wrist.

"Do I look okay?" He asks with a small pout and you eye him up and down with a confused gaze. He's in a sweatshirt and jeans. And looks hot.

You like the way Mingi dresses. His hoodies and sweatshirts seem comfortable and soft, plus he always smells nice and it feels good when he has his arms wrapped around you.

"You look fine."

"Yeah but like...do I look fine as in good enough?" Mingi plays with your fingers and you stop what you were doing to look at him properly.

"Good enough?"

"Yeah, like, I don't wanna embarrass you or something." He mumbles and your face softens so quickly as warmth engulfs you inside out.

"Mingi, you could never embarrass me." And it's the honest-to-God truth, Mingi is handsome, smart and funny. He's a great guy. "And you look great, don't even worry about it." You assure him as honestly as possible. "You think Wooyoung is some rich prick or something?"

You mull over your own words.

"Well, he kind of is but the good kind of rich prick. Just trust me."

After a moment of what seems to be contemplating, Mingi nods and you give him a smile, pulling on your coat.

"You look nice." He compliments quietly, lips quirking up and you hate that your cheeks heat up a little.

"Thanks. Now let's go."

"How come your parents are never home?" Mingi asks as you both start descending down the stairs and you sigh.

"At the end of every year, they have to make sure everything is good in the japanese branch of the company, so my dad and brother are there up until almost Christmas- sometimes even then. Mom just likes going for the sake of going, I guess." You explain as you lock up the front door behind the both of you and you stand in your driveway, waiting for Wooyoung.

"That's kinda lonely, isn't it? For you, I mean." Mingi wonders and you smile before quickly recollecting yourself. Damn him for being so cute.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." You shrug, wrapping the coat tighter around yourself.

"Are you sure I look okay?" Mingi asks one last time and you groan, opening your mouth to scold him but you're cut off by the roar of an engine pulling up in your driveway. You turn to Mingi again.

"Seriously, you look hot and you're worrying too much! Wooyoung is about to step out of the car dressed like a middle schooler!"

"I hear you talking shit about me even from here, you know!" Wooyoung calls, head only poking outside the window of his car and you and Mingi both make your way over to him.

"Oh, and who are you?" Wooyoung asks, ever the charmer. Mingi opens his mouth.

"Can you be normal?" You scold him as you get in and Mingi gets in the back seat. "This is my friend Mingi, he helped me with my Computer Science assignment. I was telling you about it, remember?"

Wooyoung turns to eye Mingi up and down and Mingi, who is taller than Wooyoung by a whole head, looks ready to shit bricks for some reason.

"Oh and he was in your house with hair that suspiciously looks like sex hair and hickeys covering his neck, why?" Wooyoung lists without missing a beat and you take a deep breath, feeling your blood pressure rise immediately.

"Jesus Christ." You hear Mingi mutter from the backseat, fixing his hair the best he could and you almost feel bad for the poor guy.

"None of your business." You throw back at Wooyoung. "Can you drive? We're starving over here."

"Hey, I don't mean anything bad by it, Mingi." Wooyoung reassures, eyes connecting with Mingi's in the car mirror as he starts driving down the road. "If you're the reason she's been in a better mood these past couple of weeks then lunch is on me today. Thank you for giving her a couple of orgasms, Lord knows she needed them."

"Oh my God." You whisper out and you can faintly hear Mingi choke in the background, you turn to Wooyoung, "I'm going to kill you."

And there was Mingi, thinking he was going to embarrass you. Completely clueless that nothing can cause more embarrassment than Jung Wooyoung.

But the lunch ends up being fine. It's fun even.

Mingi slowly relaxes and warms up to Wooyoung because he's Wooyoung- he simply has that effect on people and his laughter and loud personality are infectious.

You enjoy the food, talk about classes, parties and whatnot. Wooyoung is carefully avoiding asking anything about your relationship with Mingi and you know why.

He plans on ambushing you when you're both alone.

"Mingi, you want me to drop you off somewhere?" Wooyoung asks as he starts driving out of the restaurants parking lot.

"That would be great actually. I live two blocks away from campus." Mingi explains and Wooyoung nods in response, adding the address to his GPS.

You're satisfied and happy, with a full belly and cool head, leaning back in your seat and completely tuning out their conversation.

Wooyoung drops Mingi off at his house and Mingi says goodbye with his pinky wrapping around yours briefly through the space between your seat and the car door.

"I like him." Wooyoung announces into the silence as he starts driving away from Mingi's house.

You only hum in response, not knowing what to say exactly.

"Are you dating him?"

"No." You chuckle as if the idea of you and Mingi dating was completely out of the question. "We're just...I don't even know. Having fun, I guess?"

"Ah," Wooyoung nods, before giving a half-hearted shrug, "Well, he's nice honestly."

"Yeah, he's cool." You agree.

Five days after that lunch, you see San in the library.

You come to pick up some books that Professor Ahn suggest you look through the last time you've seen her. You've been meeting her every two or so weeks and it's not anything special if you were honest, but it's nice to be able to talk about your art with someone.

You walk through the Art History section, skimming through the shelves filled with books when a figure sitting by one of the tables near the big windows catches your eye.

It's San. Always, the beautiful Choi San.

He's in a black sweater and his dark hair falls over his forehead, eyes fixated on the notes in front of him as he writes something down. He's studying.

You haven't seen him in awhile, weirdly you don't miss him when you don't see him. But in moments like these, you're reminded of what you once had and it leaves you feeling somewhat hollow.

He's still dating Boyoung, you know that much at least.

You jump a little when his eyes meet yours and you quickly take the book you came for before turning around and walking away.

It's embarrassing to be the one to care more.

As if that's not enough, on the same day, as you're walking out of the library and heading to your car- you spot Mingi and Boyoung.

They're walking together, laughing loudly with steaming drinks in their hands. You don't know if you're hurt but you're definitely not happy about it.

You don't care if she had Mingi first, you want him all to yourself now. She already has San.

Still, you're not crazy. No matter how intrusive your thoughts may be at times, you're not dating Mingi. Boyoung is his best friend and you need to be normal.

You are normal.

You might be a lot of things but you respect other people's friendships.

But...is it just a friendship to Mingi? Is it really? Or are the rumors true? About him being in love with her.

You already decided for yourself that they are because it's better to be let down in the beginning, then you can only go up from there.

Still, you knew how dramatic you could be and you were genuinely curious if the rumors were true. You try to read Mingi's body language, try to figure out if he looks at her in any way that might indicate he has feelings that go any deeper than true friendship but you can't tell.

You get in your car pretending you didn't see either of them and head to Professor Ahn's house.

When Mingi texts you that night, asking if you wanted to come over- you say you're busy.

The spunk only lasts for two days though because on the third one, you pick up Mingi from his house and fuck him in your car in an empty parking lot.

Mingi leaves for his hometown three days before Christmas, so does Hongjoong. You won't see them until almost the middle of January and it dampens your mood. Over time, they've became somewhat constants in your life and you enjoy spending time with them.

Still, you like Christmas.

Your family acts like a proper family for once.

You decorate the tree and the house together with the staff. You eat baked goodies that your mother would normally not even allow in the house. Even your father is home for once.

Your mother makes all of you wear ugly Christmas sweaters and you take photos in the big living room, so she can send them to her cousins and friends to brag about her perfect family and life.

Seonghwa stands next to you, hand placed over your shoulder and your parents sit down on the chairs in front of you two. The nicely decorated Christmas tree is in the background and you all shine bright smiles towards the camera as your mother instructs which pose you should do next.

Your phone buzzes.

Mingi: It's very....

Mingi: It's pretty!!!! Very red

You snort at his response to the mirror selfie you sent of your ugly sweater.

"Is San that funny?" Seonghwa mutters as you both stand against the wall as your mother arranges photos with the staff and you clench your jaw, glancing at him quickly.

"It's not San." You respond quietly, placing your phone in the back pocket of your skirt.

"Then who is it?"

This is what annoyed you most with Seonghwa.

He ignores you on most occasions, isn't very nice for a very long time now but he's still so fucking nosy and wants to know what's going on in your life.

Usually, you would be happy and gladly talk to him about Mingi, Hongjoong and just about anything really, despite the fact that he's an asshole towards you.

But these days, you're growing too tired of it. Too tired of running after him to make things right between the two of you despite how badly you want things to go back to how they once were.

The past is ruined. You can't go back to it, so was there really a point in trying anymore?

"None of your business." You mutter back, without looking at him and he scoffs in response before walking away to sit on the couch.

Then after you brush him off, of course you feel bad about it because you think that every chance he gives you to talk to him is a step closer to fixing things and yet, you've been stuck at the starting point for almost two years now. It's exhausting.

You don't let any of it ruin your mood. You always enjoyed Christmas ever since you were little, ugly sweaters and all.

Maybe you just wish you spent it with different people though. Because after the family photos and the big lunch your family throws every Christmas where you have to mingle with people you don't know very well- you all retrieve to your separate rooms and you're engulfed by loneliness once again.

Your New Year's kiss ends up being Wooyoung.

A sloppy, drunken kiss that ends with snorts and laughter because it happened solely for the reason that you both thought walking into the New Year without kissing someone is for losers.

It's a good party though, the usual rich kids shit but you have Wooyoung and you spend most of the night dancing around and getting drunk with him.

Neither of you care that everyone thinks you're dating.

Winter break is gloomy, cold and also, spent mostly with Wooyoung.

You don't know how neither one of you got bored from each other just yet. You're constantly at his apartment, eating food that Wooyoung sometimes cooks and sometimes you just order in. You watch those Hallmark Christmas movies that are definitely bad but still have something addicting to them.

You paint some more. One of your professors told you he sent your painting for one of the competitions being held in the spring. It's cool, you suppose.

You only visit Professor Ahn once, bearing a bottle of red wine as a Christmas gift. She's alone, all the time.

Mingi surprises you with a text one Wednesday afternoon.

Mingi: I came back earlier so I have the house to myself

Mingi: Come over

Mingi: And stay the night?

So you come up with an excuse that you'll be sleeping over at Wooyoung's place that night and of course, your mother is delighted. Everything goes as long as it's with Wooyoung.

"Hey." You greet once Mingi opens the door, dressed in a thick hoodie with the hood pulled over his head so his eyes are barely peeking from under it.

He gives you a toothy grin and something tingles inside of you.

"Hey, come in." He holds the door wider open as you step in and you take off your shoes before you both awkwardly stare at each other for a second.

You think if you should hug him. You want to because you missed him but you're not sure if Mingi wants to hug you or anything. Are you there in your relationship with him yet where you hug when you don't see each other for awhile?

Mingi lets out an awkward chuckle and you pull the sleeves of your thick sweater over your hands.

"Sorry, it's cold. I turned on the heating like an hour ago but it takes awhile since the place was empty for the month." He explains as you follow him to the kitchen.

There are plastic containers and tuperware on the counter that you look at with curiosity.

"What's all this?" You say, glancing at all the food. Mingi gives an embarrassed laugh, starting to place the containers in the fridge.

"It's food my mom sent me." He chuckles and you think it's endearing how his cheeks flush pink. "She sent too much."

"That's nice of her." You muse, watching him as he diligently places the food on the shelf in the fridge with a little sticker that says 'Mingi's food'. "You won't have to cook for awhile."

"Yeah, she's always worried that I'll starve or something." He chuckles, before turning to you to defend himself with his eyes endearingly widened, "I know how to cook! But I'm kind of lazy."

You giggle and nod in understanding, sitting by the counter and wait for him to be done with putting everything away.

Once the counter is cleared up, you both move to his bedroom with mugs of tea and snacks in your hands.

His room is a lot warmer than the rest of the house but you both still get underneath the sheets as he sets up his laptop for a movie.

Interstellar is one of Mingi's favorite movies, you've never seen it before until he suggested it one night after you had sex. It's a good movie, so you don't mind when he puts it on again.

"How was your break?" You ask as you try to get yourself comfortable against the headboard.

"It was fine. Hung out with my friends a little bit, saw my family and that's it really. Yours?" He turns to you, eyeing the way you squirm and shift the blanket around yourself.

"It was alright. Spent most of it with Wooyoung and painting." He nods at your response and suddenly pulls you into his side. Your lips part as he moves his arm around your smaller frame, so you're almost laying on his chest.

"You move too much." Is all he mumbles and you don't respond, thinking it's better to just focus on the movie.

Halfway through the movie though, his lips somehow end up on yours and the movie is long forgotten as he climbs on top of you and licks into your mouth while his hands drag your skirt down your legs.

"You need to wear thicker clothes." Mingi mumbles against your neck, "It's too cold for skirts."

"I go everywhere..." You pant as he suckles on your sweet spot, "with my c-car anyways."

"Still." He mutters, before crashing his lips into yours again and you moan.

Somewhere between deep groans and sighs, naked skin on skin, him thrusting into you and your broken cries, Mingi whispers; I missed you.

After that night, you're left confused.

You feel something for Song Mingi. But you just can't put a finger on what is it exactly nor will it ever lead somewhere.

You see him a couple of times a week and sometimes, you don't even have sex with him. Sometimes, it's just hanging out. Grabbing a cup of coffee or getting lunch together before class. You're confused.

It doesn't help that Wooyoung keeps mentioning him.

"What about Mingi?"

You turn to Wooyoung with your brows furrowed, mouth full of noodles as you ask carefully, "What about him?"

"Maybe you should try it with him." Wooyoung shrugs, popping a piece of chicken in his mouth.

You were on the topic of relationships as you both watched the newest episode of How To Get Away With Murder. And the discussion about guys suddenly led to Mingi being mentioned.

"I...I don't know." You mumble, tapping your manicured nails against the side of your bowl of food. "I mean...I like him. I wouldn't be having sex with him if I didn't like him."

"But?" Wooyoung drags on with curious eyes, waiting for you to elaborate.

"But I'm confused because...because it doesn't feel like it did with San." You admit, eyes casting downwards. Wooyoung looks at you, munching away.

"Of course, it doesn't, Y/N. Geez, you've been hooking up with San for a whole year and you were, like, obsessed with him!" He exclaims and you wince at the use of the word 'obsessed'. Wooyoung sighs loudly and you pout.

"Listen, Mingi and San are two different people."

"Yeah, but what if I'm not over San? Then what?" You ask, "Am I supposed to start something with Mingi even then?"

"Yes!" He says loudly and you roll your eyes. "The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else! You've already done that and don't you feel better?"

You pursue your lips.

"See! All I'm saying is that you should just go with the flow." He continues, "Stop overthinking it. You like Mingi, you like spending time with him, no?"

You nod.

"Then ask him out on a date." Wooyoung suggests, "Just have fun. Not every relationship has to be something serious, you know? You can date for a couple of months and then, I don't know, if it's not working then it's not working!"

"What I'm saying is that you need to break out of this spunk you're in. I know you're a little hopeless romantic. You love that shit!" He accuses you with a finger pointed at you, "So ask him out, go do something cute together for fuck's sake!"

You think about it for a moment.

Maybe there is some truth in Wooyoung's words.

You've always been lead by your emotions and emotions...they're fickle little things. Unreliable and uncertain. They change like the weather and what you feel today, you might not feel tomorrow.

And a date does sound nice. You don't remember the last time you've ever been on one. It was before college definitely.

"You think Mingi would go on a date with me?" You in a small voice and Wooyoung turns his attention from the screen back to you, looking at you like you're stupid.

"Of course he would, what are you on?" He scoffs.

"But what about...what about Boyoung? She's his best friend."

He rolls his eyes at that.

"Mingi has been fucking you for over two months now. He crossed several lines already, I doubt a little date would do more damage than it's already been done." Wooyoung shakes his head, "Just think about it."

You nod in response, with a thoughtful expression as you both change the subject.

The new semester begins and your whatever-it-is with Song Mingi continues just like before, you don't bring up the date around him.

You grow even closer. You're friends now, you're sure of it. You text each other randomly, share stupid videos and funny photos.

You also have sex. And it's still amazing.

"I'm hungry." You grumble from Mingi's bed where you sat, propped up against his headboard with your notebook in your lap as you were drawing while he sat behind his desk, typing away on his laptop.

The hang-outs in his room when Hongjoong was out of the house became even more frequent. Especially since the first time you slept over.

Mingi looks up, his headphones falling around his neck as he gives you an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I got carried away with this bullshit." He points to his assignment and you brush it off saying you didn't mind. "I don't think I have any food here but we could go down to the convenience store. It's just down the street."

"Okay." You nod, already moving to stand up from the bed.

Your trip to the convenience store feels like a trip to Ikea for an average adult. It's like Disneyland.

In reality, it's nothing special. Just a small store at the corner of the street with snacks, noodles and other unhealthy foods that most college students live off of.

Not you though. The last time you were in a convenience store was when you were on a field trip in middle school.

"Woah." You whisper with wide eyes that glaze over the variety of ramen, kimbaps, sandwiches and everything else.

You watch Mingi pick out two cups of ramen silently as you tuck your hands and your wallet in the pockets of your thick coat.

"What are you going to get?" You ask Mingi like a child, as you follow him around the store.

He turns to you, smile growing on his lips as if he was endeared or something.

"Ramen with sausages probably. You?"

You look around the shelves, cluelessly. "I don't know."

He hums in thought, lips pouting as he looks around the snacks as well. "Do you like corndogs?"

"I've never tried them." Your respond, staring at the deserts, unbeknown to Mingi's bewildered face.

"Never?!" He exclaims and you shake your head, cheeks heating up. It's not like you didn't want to but you had lunches prepared for you since you were in kindergarten and it's not like you need anything from convenience stores otherwise.

"Well, we need to get you the full college student experience then." Mingi nods and immediately starts throwing different snacks and foods into the basket on his arm and you just follow after him until the basket is full with a variety of foods.

"Oh, this!" You tug on his arm as you pull out two blueberry flavored jelly drinks from the freezer. Mingi chuckles and just nods for you to place it in the basket.

When you reach the register, you pull out your wallet to pay put Mingi gently pushes your hand away.

"I got it." He says, giving his credit card to the teenage girl working there.

"There's a lot of stuff here." You say pointing to the big bag filled with food and snacks. Mingi chuckles.

"Y/N, trust me. If there's anything I can afford, it's this. Don't worry about it." You open your mouth to argue but he just shushes you, reaching for the bag.

It's night time even though it's little past six p.m. and you can't wait for spring to come so the day can last longer. You both walk side by side up to his house, bumping against each other occasionally.

After Mingi prepares the food, which is really just microwaving it and pouring boiling water into the cups of ramen, you both sit side by side on the counter and start eating.

And you fear that you might grow addicted to convenience store food after that.

You make a soft exclamation sound as you bite into the corndog and see a string of cheese stretching. Mingi laughs as he watches you eat.

That's all you've been doing since you started eating, making sounds of satisfaction at each snack you tried.

"If I knew this would make you that happy, I would've taken you convenience store shopping a long time ago." Mingi chuckles, handing you a napkin. "I eat there all the time."

"The last time I've been in one was when I was in middle school maybe." You respond as you chew, eyes closed as the cheese melts on your tongue.

"You don't ever eat this at home? You know, a lazy meal or something?" He asks still in complete surprise.

"I eat raw vegetables and fruits for lazy meals." You respond, almost inhaling the ramen.

"Why?" He asks as if disgusted by the idea. You shrug.

"My mom is really strict. I've been on a diet since I was, like, fourteen." You say without much thought, not finding anything wrong with your words until you see that Mingi has stopped eating and is now looking at you.

You turn to him.

"Sorry, don't know why I said that." You chuckle humorlessly, feeling stupid for revealing something like that and possibly bringing the carefree mood down. You didn't say it for any pity points, either. "Just forget it."

"No, its..." Mingi starts but quickly drops it with a headshake. "You don't have to apologize."

"So..." You quickly change the subject and hop on something you've been meaning to ask him recently. "There's a rumor about you going around campus. About you and Boyoung."

You don't know where the boldness came from. You haven't uttered Boyoung's name around him ever since you started spending time together.

Mingi pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue before nodding.

"Yeah, I know the rumor." He chuckles, seemingly not bothered by the question or the mention of Boyoung so you relax a little bit but still not enough to not wait for his response with a bated breath. "It's not really a rumor per say."

You slow down your chewing on the piece of kimbap you just popped in your mouth.

"We've known each other since we were kids, grew up in the same town and stuff. I confessed to her in our senior year of high school and she said she didn't feel the same way." He shrugs as if it isn't a big deal and you chew with your brows furrowed. "I got over it, honestly. Haven't felt that way about her for a long time."

"Oh." You muse out, not know with what you're supposed to respond with as you reel the new information in.

"Yeah." Mingi chuckles awkwardly, slurping more noodles in his mouth.

"And you just gave up? Just like that?" You ask curiously and he gives you a strange but amused look.

"What else was I supposed to do?" He asks as he swallows his food. "I can't force her to feel something she doesn't."

"Dunno..." You think, "I wouldn't give up that easily."

"Well, I know you wouldn't. You're used to getting things your way, aren't you?" Mingi chuckles before shaking my head. "Nah, I'm pretty content with giving up."

"Well, if you're sure." You shrug but you would be lying if you said you didn't feel a huge amount of relief curse through you at his words. He doesn't have feelings for Boyoung.

After you're done with your food, Mingi stands up to clear out the counter.

"The best thing about having convenience store food for dinner is that..." He starts, as he pushes all the wrappers and paper cups into a plastic bag with one swipe, "-everything goes to the trashcan and there are no dirty dishes afterwards."

You laugh as you stand up, grabbing your jelly drink and opening it to taste it and handing Mingi his own before you make it up to his room.

His room is completely dark when you walk in, only faintly illuminated by the lights coming from the screen of his laptop and the street lamps coming from the window.

"Hey." He whispers, big hand wrapping around your wrist as he turns you towards him after he shut the door. You look at him in confusion as he takes the opened jelly drink away, placing it along with his on the desk before his hands rest on your cheeks.

He kisses you softly, sweetly. You let out a little sound of surprise before kissing back, letting his tongue lick past your lips. He tastes like artificial blueberries.

Slowly, he guides you towards his bed where you fall and he climbs on top of you as he deepens the kiss.

You moan, running your hand through his dark locks before pulling on the ends as he pulls you up to the center of the bed and settles between your legs.

The sex that night is different. You don't know why or what prompts it but it just is.

It's softer, slower but still passionate and you feel like your body is melting between his sheets as he rolls his hips into yours in a torturous pace.

"What are you doing to me?" Mingi whispers against your neck as you moan at the way he thrusts into you that it has you seeing stars, "Why are you so good to me, huh?"

You don't even register the words he says because you're too lost in the pleasure and just...him.

When you both come, you lay under his sheets with tangled limbs and sip on the blueberry jelly drinks as you whisper to each other about nothings and everythings.

You decide to ask Song Mingi out on a date.

That night as you stare at the ceiling of Mingi's bedroom, your eyes trace the shapes of a boy and a girl coasting through the purple clouds of Wonderland on a Persian rug, admiring the colorful scenery of the green daisy lake and pink mountains. The stars wave as the boy and the girl fly past them.

The stars know that one of them cares too much and the other gives up too easily.

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