#he only had shiber

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ceilings pt2 - san (m)

summary: pe teacher!san x not so single mom!reader. now that san knows about his daughter, he's determined to worm his way into her life. and yours. and maybe your home? or, the one where violet's mom and dad fall in love.

word count: 16.3k (i could say i'm sorry but i'm not)

warnings: SMUT! afab reader, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving). this is unedited and i am sorry about that

masterlist / part one

"mommy, where's daddy?"

"he's at home, sugar," you answer violet. she's been asking about her dad a lot more lately, considering she now knows that san, her pe teacher, is her father. the two of you told violet the same night that you told san, and at first you worried that was the wrong choice. you were worried this would be too much for violet all at once and she wouldn't understand, so you and san came up with a plan.

you still drove violet to school every day, but she'd come home with san. he'd always bring her back to your house and watch her until you got home. every other night, the two of you would make dinner, or san would treat his girls to whatever they wanted if you were too lazy to cook. on the weekends, he and violet had daddy daughter days where he took her to the park, to birthday parties, friend's houses for playdates, the store...they went anywhere and everywhere together. daddy daughter days were always followed by family fun days where san would spend the night and wake up with you in his arms and violet knocking at the door asking to play. these were his favorites (and yours too) because it was just a glimpse of how wonderful your life as a family could be.

it was so hard for san to leave, though. he hated going back to his empty apartment during the week, and family fun days usually carried over into monday morning. the only thing stopping san from coming back and staying that night, and the next, and the next..the only thing stopping him was you.

you claim you were too afraid of changing violet's schedule so quickly, because san was, in a way, still a stranger to your daughter. you were afraid of doing anything that would hurt violet now or later on in life, so you wanted to take things slow with san. in reality, you were afraid of opening your own life to him. you know he's a great dad, you know you can trust him with violet, but you're afraid of trusting him with yourself. honestly, violet has been handling this great. now it's just you that needs to adjust.

you will say, the only growing pain so far is 1) getting violet to refer to san as mr. choi still at school and 2) getting her to not call him mr. dad at home. other than that, she's loving this whole dad thing. she's got another playmate, a new best buddy, a partner in crime. it's so cool seeing violet and san bond finally, and every day you catch yourself loving them both more and more.

"when we finish dinner, can we call him?" she asks. (she saw him less than an hour ago.)

"as soon as you eat your broccoli," you tell her, and you have to stifle a laugh at the way she rolls her eyes. your little drama queen. she listens though, because she's done with her food in record time. you let her take your phone and call her dad, laughing at the way she's speaking a mile a minute as soon as he picks up.

while violet and san talk, you clean up dinner. you don't have to do much, because san did most of your dishes while he waited for you to get home from work today. you're trying to balance the mess in your fridge and find space for the leftovers when you notice something you don't remember buying. you pull it out and see a handwritten note, from san, telling you he bought your favorite dessert "just because." you're pulling it from the fridge to sneak a couple bites without violet knowing when she appears in the doorway, your phone smooshed between her cheek and her shoulder. squeezed in her hands is san's old pillow, shiber, and she plays with it as she asks, "mommy? can daddy spend the night?"

"huh?" you laugh, recognizing how odd that sentence is. it's just another reminder for you that you need to get comfortable with san being here, being with you, because the longer you wait, the less she gets to see of her dad. you can hear san faintly through the phone, and then violet nods, goes, "mhm, she's right here," then passes the phone to you. "daddy said he wants to talk to you."

"is this the handsome man who left a tiramisu in my fridge this afternoon?" you greet him, and you get butterflies in your stomach when you hear his happy laugh.

"and what if it is?"

"thank you, san."

"of course, m'love," he says like it's nothing. "figured you would like it."

"so what's this i hear about you spending the night?" you ask as you try a bite of the tiramisu. it's sweet and comforting, just like san.

"that was violet's idea, i swear-"

"so you won't admit that you miss me?" you tease.

"will you admit that you miss me?" he gives it right back, and you feel your face flush.

"i do," you nod. "i miss you. if you want to spend the night tonight you can. sorry you had to go home-"

"don't say sorry," he cuts you off. "i'll be there in 20."

-

san is at your house in 15 minutes. he lets himself in, which will never not surprise you, because you're so used to being the only person with a key to your house. while you're recovering from the small heart attack of thinking an intruder was opening the front door, violet comes tearing out of her room screeching for her dad. she's so happy to see him, she jumps into his arms and he has to catch himself on the door to stop from falling. you let them have a moment, content to hang off to the side but san pulls you into his side and places a delicate kiss on your cheek.

"hey," he smiles.

"hello," you squeak, and he squeezes you closer to his side. "you want me to take your stuff to our room?"

"our room?" he asks, his smile growing bigger. "you've never called it that before."

"do you want me to take it or not," you deadpan, trying to will the blush away from your cheeks.

"yeah, you can take my stuff to our room," he emphasizes. "i'll get our daughter ready for bed."

"no!" violet whines. "you just got here!"

"you still have school tomorrow, bug," he tells her, booping her nose. "gotta stick to bedtime, but i'll read you an extra book after your bath. ok?"

"ok," she grumbles, wiggling her way out of his arms so she can stomp off to her room. you and san share a laugh and you turn to take his things, but his firm hand tugging your wrist stops you. he pulls you back to his side, cupping his hand under your chin so he can kiss your lips swiftly.

"you know we can kiss in front of her, right?" you whisper to him, but san shakes his head.

"wanted that one to be just for me and you," he says, his hand slipping from your wrist to playfully pat your ass. "go, i'll get her bath started."

"so pushy," you grumble, but you see san smiling from the corner of your eye as you take his things to your room.

not so long after that, you find your little family cuddled up on violet's bed. you're pushed up against the wall, violet smushed into your side, and san's broad form takes up the rest of the bed. he's reading a book to violet that's putting you and your daughter to sleep, and before you know it you've drifted off. you register a soft kiss to your forehead, the bed shifting a little, and then you fall into the deepest sleep you've had in years.

you wake up the next morning in a similar way, except this time, you feel two pairs of lips kissing you. you open your eyes to violet kissing your cheek and san pulling back from kissing your forehead. they're both dressed for school, and you sit up in a panic, mumbling incoherently.

"shh, baby, go back to sleep," san soothes you. "i'll take violet to school, i reset your alarm so you can rest a little more before you have to leave for work."

"what?" you ask groggily, and san explains that the three of you fell asleep in violet's bed. she woke up before her alarm, which woke san up, and he made their breakfast and packed their lunches while violet got dressed. there was nothing for you to do but sit there confused, a pleasant feeling blossoming in your chest. "i guess i'll see you tonight then?"

"you will," san nods, brushing some hair out of your face. "now please, go back to sleep."

"no," you shake your head, reaching for violet. "goodbye hugs. have a good day at school, sugar."

"i will!" she chirps. "it's a pe day, so i get to eat lunch in daddy's office!"

"ooo, i'm jealous," you say as you let her go. you blow san a kiss as he ushers violet out of her room, and he catches it dramatically and pops it into his pocket. he winks at you before he closes the door, reminding you one last time to rest before he leaves. when you hear the front door close, you let yourself fall back onto violet's pillows, catching the scent of san lingering in the sheets. you could get used to mornings like this.

-

san and violet have a great day at school. as promised, she got to eat lunch in his office, and she felt like the coolest person in the world getting walked back to class by her dad. hand in hand they go back to miss jen's room, meeting the class outside as they take a potty break. violet runs to join her friends, so san stops to say hi to jen.

"we missed you at lunch today," she says. "wooyoung thought you were having a conjugal visit with your wife."

"shut up."

"his words, not mine," she says, putting her hands up. "but violet told me you brought her to school today? is y/n ok?"

"yeah, she's fine," san shrugs. "i just figured she could use the sleep, so i got violet ready and brought her with me this morning."

"you spent the night?" jen wiggles her eyebrows.

"it's not like that," san laughs. "we all slept in violet's bed, no funny business."

"that's fucking cute," jen whispers, her eyes looking over her class to make sure they didn't hear her use a bad word. "things must be going well then!"

"it was violet's idea, me spending the night," san sighs, "but y/n was fine with it, so i guess, yeah, things are great."

"why don't you ask to move in? i know you want to."

"y/n would say no," san shakes his head. "she's not ready for that."

"then we'll make her ready!" jen decides. "i need you two to be madly in love already. i'm living vicariously through you right now."

"if you would just go on a date with wooyoung-"

"stop," jen points a harsh finger in san's face. "we are friends."

"friends who like each other-"

"come on, class, let's go!" jen calls for her kids, and san sticks his tongue out at her as she hurries off. if jen can play matchmaker with him and y/n, then san has every right to get her to realize wooyoung is obsessed with her. he'll bring it up to y/n tonight, see what else they can do.

-

seeing as you and san are trying to figure this whole estranged friends turned lovers turned parents thing out, one thing you struggle with is finding moments just to be a couple together. you and san never dated, really. yes, some of your time in college could constitute as the early stages of a relationship, but that doesn't really count. you're not sure you and san have ever been on a date under the premise of it being a date, but you are absolutely dating. he's your boyfriend, and you're his girlfriend. it feels trivial trying to define what you are to each other considering the circumstances, so you and san barely talk about it. it hasn't come up in a while, actually, but one friday while you're picking violet up from school, san approaches your car with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"hey beautiful," he greets you, leaning down to give you a kiss as yeosang (mr. kang, the librarian) helps violet into her carseat. at the sound of your lips popping apart from san's, yeosang gasps dramatically with violet.

"how dare you do that in public," yeosang shakes his head. "there's children present."

"mommy and daddy kiss all the time," violet tells him, and you all stifle laughs at the disgust in her voice.

"thanks for the help, man," san calls to yeosang as he heads off to grab the next carpooler. san ducks his head back into your car to ask, "what are you doing tonight?"

"hmm, nothing really," you think. "somebody has to help me clean the living room," you say with a glance to violet in the rearview, and she looks around like she can't hear you, "but other than that we're not busy. why?"

"let me take you out," san smiles.

"just me?"

"yep."

"what's our kid gonna do?"

"wooyoung can watch her," san shrugs, and you look at him skeptically. "orrr we could bother jen last minute-"

"she's got a date," you inform him, and san looks sad for a moment. "what's wrong with that?"

"that's gonna kill wooyoung," he sighs. "but whatever. he'll be fine with violet, he handles a third grade class on his own and so far he's only killed a fish."

"what?"

"baby, please," san starts to beg, grabbing one of your hands in his bigger ones and squeezing tight. "i would like to go on a date with you tonight. please say yes."

"of course i'll go out with you sannie," you reply, using your free hand to reach out and push some of his hair out of his eyes. "if you trust wooyoung with violet, then sure. just tell me where to be and when."

"be ready at seven," san smiles so big you're afraid it'll split his face. "i'll pick you up. dress sexy."

"san!"

"mommy, what does sexy mean?"

"sorry," san smiles still, leaning in to kiss you one last time. "see you later. bye bug!"

"bye daddy!"

-

you've always tried to be a good role model for violet, to show her what a strong woman looks like. you're not sure how that's translating tonight though, because you're stressing so much about this date with san that violet, in her little kid ways, is trying to comfort you. first she brought you her favorite stuffie to keep you company while you got ready. while you showered and stressed over your makeup, violet cleaned her toys in the living room without being asked. when she finished that and saw you were still frantic, she just climbed on your bed amidst the piles of clothes and started giving her own advice.

"daddy likes when you have sparkles on your eyes," she suggests, and you know she means glittery eyeshadow. san says it makes your eyes look like the night sky, and it always makes your stomach flip.

"if i wear that eyeshadow, then i need to wear one of these," you say as you hold up your outfit options. "these colors go together best."

"really?" violet scrunches her face up.

"yes? why?"

"that shirt is ugly," she says bluntly, pointing to the hanger in your right hand. "but i don't like that dress either. it's a yucky color."

the "yucky" color was an olive green, which you thought wasn't that bad, but violet had a point. the shirt was ugly now that you looked at it, and if she hated the dress too...

"what do you think i should wear, baby?" you ask as you try to organize the mess on your bed. "you pick."

"mmm, something blue," she says confidently, so you help her look. surprisingly, she puts together an outfit that you really like. violet stands in front of you in the floor length mirror, staring up at you proudly. you lean down to squeeze her into a tight hug, kissing her cheek before telling her this outfit is perfect.

violet looks so pleased with herself as you stand back up and watch her in the reflection. you focus a lot on how violet looks like san, but every once in a while you look at her and get this indescribable feeling of recognition in your chest. she is your daughter through and through, and you love sharing moments like these with her. as you stand there, you quickly notice that same glint of mischief you've seen in san's eyes before as she says, "do you think daddy's gonna call you sexy again?"

-

san comes over early with wooyoung in tow. the first thing he says when he enters your home isn't a hello, a nice to meet you, or anything remotely polite. he looks you dead in the eyes and asks, "why is jen on a date with seonghwa?!"

"excuse me?" you ask, looking from him to your date. san just shrugs before running off to find violet, leaving you all alone to answer wooyoung's interrogation.

"i mean, i've only been in love with her for years and instead of going out with me she picks this guy just because he's new and shiny and annoying.." wooyoung grumbles.

"you're annoying too, man," san says as he enters the room with violet in his arms.

"hi mr. wooyoung," she chirps, and wooyoung smiles warmly at her.

"hey violet! i'm your dad's best friend, so i think you and i will be best friends, too."

"i thought mommy was his best friend," violet pouts, and that sends wooyoung into another rant.

"you can have more than one best friend," you tell your daughter. "mommy has more than one best friend, and nobody is upset about that," you shoot wooyoung a look, and the mom eyes get him to shut up. "also, if you've been in love with jen for years then you've had plenty of chances to ask her out. sorry that seonghwa manned up and did it before you-"

"wooyoung, let me show you where all of vi's stuff is," san cuts in, afraid that you and wooyoung were about to get into a catty argument. you'd be late for your reservation if san let you keep going, so he runs through all the important things for wooyoung as you finish making violet's dinner. you don't hear san join you in the kitchen, too distracted by the sound of wooyoung and violet pretending to be what sounds like fighter pilots in the living room. you jump when san wraps his hands around your waist, sliding under the apron you tied over your dress to keep it pristine while you cooked.

"hey gorgeous," he whispers into your ear, and you feel goosebumps erupt over your skin as his lips trail from your ear down the column of your neck and to the exposed skin on your shoulder. he turns you around, hands still firmly around your waist, and he kisses you quickly. against your lips, he whispers, "this dress is gonna kill me."

"you'll be fine," you whisper back, hands rubbing over the crisp black fabric struggling to stay buttoned over his broad chest. you take him in then, the all black outfit making him look so handsome it's almost intimidating. the way his shirt is buttoned all the way to his neck, though...

"what's wrong?" san asks, his thumb rubbing at the crease between your eyebrows. "is my shirt wrinkly?"

"no, you just look like a waiter-"

"y/n," san whines, his hands squeezing your waist. "seriously baby?"

"well it's just," you start, your fingers finding their way to the collar of his shirt. "with all the buttons done up, yes, you look like a - very handsome - waiter. i think it'd look better this this," you mumble, undoing the top few buttons. now it's san's turn to get goosebumps, little tingles traveling across his skin as your fingers brush against his neck. you readjust his collar to show a little more skin, and you smile, satisfied with your work when you notice how flushed he is.

"better?" he asks as he clears his throat, and you nod.

"will you get violet in here? her food is ready."

once violet is set up at the kitchen table with her dinner, you and san start to say your goodbyes. you're running through violet's nighttime routine with wooyoung, and the boys assure you that you'll come home to your daughter in one piece.

"i've watched kids before, y/n," wooyoung says. "violet will be fine."

"you know i'll kick your ass if we come home and she's not," san says, and you hit his arm as violet calls out, "swear jar, daddy!"

"ok, we really need to go," you say. "we're gonna be late-"

"wait!" wooyoung shouts, getting up from the kitchen table with his phone out. "baby's first date. i need to get a picture."

"wooyoung," you groan as san says, "let him, baby. it'll be cute."

so you let wooyoung dramatically take pictures of you and san together, treating this more like senior prom than a date with someone you've known for almost ten years. san is eating this up, but you're trying to fight it. he's wrapping you in his arms, trying to kiss you for the photos, and you can't help it, you become a giggly mess. wooyoung is cooing over you two as he snaps the photos, but your eyes find violet watching from the kitchen. she's smiling, and it almost makes you tear up. you hope violet remembers moments like this as she gets old, and remembers how much you love san and how much he loves you. you want this same kind of love for her, something pure, protective, and so caring. you want this girl's standards so high, because she deserves all the love in the world. you wonder for a moment if you've found that kind of love, and when san calls your name to lead you out the door, you know. the look in his eyes tells you just how loved you are.

-

you and san share a beautiful evening together. san took you into the city to one of your favorite restaurants, and you were spoiled all night. dinner was delicious, the champagne was just strong enough that you're just tipsy but still very aware of how warm san makes you feel, and you share a dessert that you took turns feeding to each other. as far as "first" dates go, this was absolutely perfect.

neither of you wanted to leave, but you knew you had to get home for violet. she's on your mind as you make the short walk back to san's car, and a sign in the distance catches your eye. you turn to san with a twinkle in your eyes and say, "let's get donuts."

"what? baby, aren't you stuffed?" he asks, but you shake your head and grab his hand anyway. you lead the way to the donut shop a few blocks down, san following behind you with a content smile on his face. he'd follow you anywhere, he thinks. hell, if you wanted to run down this street until you ran out of road he'd follow you. he's glad the trek isn't that far though, but he wonders briefly if your shoes will be able to make the walk back to the car.

"violet will be so stoked to have donuts for breakfast tomorrow," you finally explain, and san nods along as you pick out what's left from the day. you're still gripping his hand firmly in yours, so you struggle to reach your purse when it's time to pay. san uses his free hand to take out his wallet, paying before you have a chance.

"still date night, still my treat," he whispers to you before kissing the top of your head. he takes the bag of donuts from the cashier as you both call out your thanks, and san sees you grab a couple napkins before he tugs you out of the store.

"gimme," you reach out for the bag, and san holds it out to you. you search for something, tongue peeking out between your lips in concentration. when you find what you want, you pull it out with one of the napkins, presenting a strawberry frosted donut with sprinkles. you take a bite, humming at the sweetness, and then you hold it up in front of san's face. "take a bite, it's really good."

"i'm full my love," he tells you, but you bump the donut into his mouth anyway. when he laughs, you try it again and aim for his open mouth, but he keeps managing to pull away. laughing softly, you come to a stop at a red light, and you decide to address something.

"san? you know i love you right?" you ask, and san looks at you in confusion. "what? you didn't know?"

"no, i knew," he shakes his head. "but, baby, i don't think we've said that to each other before."

"yes we have," you scoff, but san shakes his head again.

"as friends, yeah. but not seriously."

"oh."

"yeah."

"sorry?"

"sorry?" san chuckles, the light turning so you can cross the street. he watches you carefully try to navigate the bumpy crosswalk, and when you look back up at him he sees that you're blushing.

"yeah, i'm sorry i said it like that for the first time," you shrug. "like it wasn't a big deal."

"it's still a big deal," he assures you.

"but that's not how you're supposed to tell someone you love them!"

"i think we just do things differently, baby."

"whatever," you mumble. you're stopped at another light, so you turn to him fully, eyes holding his gaze, and say, "choi san, i love you."

"y/f/n," he replies, "i love you even more."

"oh really?"

"yeah," he nods. "like, way more."

"hmm."

"and you know what?" he asks. you hum in reply, and he continues. "i think your name would sound a loooot better with my last name."

"what?" you stop in your tracks. "are you-"

"i'm not proposing," he laughs. "just flirting, a little bit."

"oh so we're flirting now?" you ask. "then might i say, your ass looks great in those slacks."

"classy," san squeaks out. you're coming up on the street where you parked, and you stop san before he can turn. he's about to ask why, but you just point up toward the buildings ahead. it's a clear night, so you can almost see the stars in the night sky, but the skyline is glittering in front of you so beautifully it takes your breath away. you stand together admiring it, and only when you turn to find san already looking at you do you pull him in the direction of the car.

he unlocks the car from your side, but you stop him before he can leave. you wrap your arms around his neck, lean your face close to his, and whisper, "i love you so much, san." you kiss his forehead, then his nose, then his lips, and he boxes you in so you're pressed against the cool metal of the car as he deepens the kiss. you make out for what feels like only a few seconds, but when san finally pulls away you notice you're out of breath.

"let's go home," he whispers, a fire in his eyes you've only seen once before. you've got butterflies in your stomach as san drives home, a firm hand on your thigh the whole way. you're watching him the whole drive, and san tries to focus on the road. he steals glances as much as he can, and when you get close to your house you start to get antsy. you place your hand on his, pushing it ever so slightly farther up your leg, and san's other hand is gripping the wheel so hard he's afraid it'll snap. he speeds the final few minutes back to your house, and as soon as the car is off he's grabbing your face and crashing his lips on yours. your hands start at his shoulders and slowly make their way down...and then there's a buzzing sound coming from somewhere. you want to pull away and look for the phone, but san holds you tightly in place. you have to speak directly into his mouth to ask, "who is it?"

"who cares?" san mumbles back into your lips. he keeps kissing you, and the buzzing dies out. but then you feel your purse start to vibrate by your feet, and you push san away with a pop as his lips disconnect from yours, his mouth still pursed and eyes closed like he doesn't believe you actually pushed him away. you reach for your phone, mumbling about how it could be an emergency, and when you show him that it's wooyoung, you think you've been vindicated. you answer and ask quickly, "is violet alright?"

"i'm not getting paid for you two to make out in your driveway," wooyoung replies, and your head falls back with a sigh.

"you're not getting paid at all, wooyoung."

"what?!"

"thanks man!" san shouts into your phone. "totally ruined the moment!"

"good!" wooyoung shouts back. "i'm bitter! and bored! come inside!"

"i'm gonna punch him," san tells you as you collect your things. he's out of the car before you and rushes to open your door.

"you are not," you roll your eyes. "just get him out of the house quickly, please."

"fine," san grumbles as you get your keys out to unlock the door. wooyoung is faster though, tearing the door open with a big smile on his face.

"welcome home lovebirds," he greets you with a sweep of your arms. you almost gasp when you see your house, because it's cleaner than you've maybe ever seen it. you look to wooyoung in shock, and he shrugs. "told you, i was bored. violet's been asleep for about two hours, so i needed something to do."

"you cleaned my house," you say in disbelief, peeking around corners and seeing things neatly put away, blankets folded, dishes washed and dried. you turn to wooyoung and say, "i think i might love you."

"whoa," san jumps in. "let's not say things we don't mean."

"whatever," you say, still looking around in surprise. "wooyoung i take back anything bad i ever said about you."

"you said bad stuff about me?" he pouts, and you remind him, "jen? not asking her out when you're both obviously into each other?"

"you think jen's into me?" wooyoung asks, and it's his turn to be shocked.

"he's never gonna leave now," san sighs as he comes up behind you and tucks his head onto your shoulder. "i've told you that before, man."

"yeah, but you're not a reliable source," wooyoung chides. he's about to say something else, but you cut him off.

"listen, i'd be happy to tell you how in love jen is with you, but maybe another time," you say, trying to use the mom eyes on wooyoung again to get him to leave. it seems to work, because he looks between you and san with a knowing look in his eyes.

"right, right, you two probably wanna get busy," he nods, and you feel san groan rather than hear it. "i'll leave you to it, violet was telling me how she wants a baby brother-"

"alright man, i'll see you later," san says as he detaches from you and pushes wooyoung toward the door. you watch them bicker a little before san shoves his friend outside and closes the door softly after. he leans against it and sighs, eyes reopening to find you watching him. "c'mere."

you saunter over to him, hands cupping his chin as you place a chaste kiss to his lips. you think if you step back and head for your room he'll follow you, but instead he grabs you by the hips and spins you around so you're pressed against the door. he makes sure there's no space between you, your chest pressed to his and his hips slotted over yours as he leans down for another kiss. he slowly trails his lips down your chin, across your neck, and stops right where your collarbone dips down slightly. he sucks a kiss into your skin, relishing in the way your breath catches as you try to stay quiet. he stays there, biting and kissing at your neck, and you reach up with a shaky hand to snake your fingers through his hair. you pull him off of you, a sounds close to a growl coming from deep within san's chest. you stare into his eyes, that flame still flickering from before.

"let's go to our room," you say breathlessly, and san nods. before you can stop him, he's scooping you up in his strong arms and carrying you to the bedroom, a squeal dying on your lips as he kisses you harder. he's able to kick the door closed before he tosses you down on the bed. you watch as he undoes his belt and tosses it to the ground, and you giggle.

"somebody's eager," you tease, and san groans.

"been waiting too long for this, damn right i'm eager," he mumbles as he crawls on top of you. he kisses you again, and this time it's messier, more teasing, and it takes you back to the first time you and san were in this position. you remember how he made you feel like your skin was on fire, and you feel that same way now. he breaks away from you and just stares, which starts to weird you out.

"earth to sannie?" you whisper. "what are you doing?"

"admiring you?" he smiles. "sorry, i got distracted."

"you got distracted staring at me?"

"yeah?"

"you're sickening," you tell him before kissing him again. this time, you wrap your legs around his hips and flip him over so you're straddling his lap. san has that same dopey look on his face from a second ago, so you decide to do something that will break this sappy haze he seems to be in. "so i was going to take my dress off, but i'm not wearing much underneath it..."

"baby," he whines, holding your hips and kind of kicking around like he's having a tantrum. "why didn't you tell me that sooner?"

"we never would've left," you answer, and he shuts up. you lean down to kiss him, and over his lips you tell him, "and if we hadn't gone on our perfect date, i wouldn't have told you i loved you," you kiss him, "and knowing you, if we had stayed home, this would've been faster," kiss, "more frantic," kiss, "and what's the fun in that? we took our time getting here. why don't we enjoy it?"

"exactly," san growls, using his hands on your hips to pull you closer to the tent in his pants. you gasp at the friction, so san moves your hips again, and again, as he says, "we've waited this long. i don't want to wait anymore, just wanna make love to you."

"oh you do?" you ask as your hands find the buttons on his shirt. you trail kisses across his jawline as you undo his shirt, sitting up to admire his broad chest as your hands slide under the fabric and push it away. san refuses to let go of you, so you leave his shirt hanging off his shoulders as you trace over every freckle, every line, every curve of his chest. your hands trail lower, reaching the waistband of his pants, and san grabs both of your hands in one of his to stop you.

"take your dress off," he says lowly, and you feel his words in the pit of your stomach.

"not fair," you pout, but he shakes his head.

"wanna see you," he says, already breathless. his hands find the hem of your dress, fingers tracing along your skin and sending goosebumps across your thighs. he helps you push the skirt of the dress up, and he lets out a hiss of breath when he sees your panties, almost the same shade of blue as the dress. you keep pulling the fabric up and over your body, and san moans softly when he sees you weren't wearing a bra. "baby, you're gonna be the death of me."

"told you there wasn't much underneath," you laugh as you pull his hands from their slow ascent up your legs. you bring them to your chest to cup your boobs, and san sighs at the soft feeling. you lean back down over him, replacing your mouth on his. you make out like that for a while, san getting lost in the feeling of having you this way again. he doesn't know how he went years without this. he curses himself for all the lost time, but he smirks into your mouth as he thinks of all the ways he can make up for it in the future. you feel the shift in his features, so you pull back and ask, "what are you thinkin about?"

"about how much i love you?" he tries, and you don't fall for it. he squeezes your chest as he admits, "thinkin about all the ways i wanna have you this weekend."

"have me?" you tease him, and he nods. "what's the first one?"

"want you to ride me."

"you sure? we made a baby like that the last time," you tell him as you unbutton his slacks anyway. you're both impatient, so you don't even try to get his pants off, just low enough for you to cup the bulge in his boxers before you pull those down too. his cock springs free, and you spit in your hand before wrapping your fist around it. you stroke him a few times, even though it's not necessary. san might be harder than he's ever been right now, but you can't help it. he's moaning beneath you so beautifully, you get lost in the sound until he moans out your name.

"y/n, please," he groans. "just sit on it, please. need to feel you, baby."

"what if i wasn't ready?" you ask, but you pull your panties to the side anyway.

"could feel you soaking my pants," san smirks. "can't be cocky when i know exactly how bad you want me, baby."

"shut up," you mumble, trying to focus on guiding his tip to your entrance. you feel his tip against you and you hiss, you forgot how big he was. you lower yourself on his cock, moaning softly as san holds onto your hips for dear life to keep from bucking up into you. he waits for you to settle in his lap, no space left between you, and then he lets out a deep breath.

"feels so good, y/n," he sighs. "like your pussy was made for me."

"i need a minute," you tell him, and he rubs soothing circles into your skin.

"take your time my love," he says. your eyes are screwed shut, genuinely not used to feeling this full, and san reaches a hand up to your face to soothe the tension away. his other hand travels to your core, swiping through the arousal dripping from you so he can drag his finger up to your clit. he draws lazy circles around it, tapping over the bundle so softly. if you weren't so desperate for his touch, maybe you wouldn't be jerking at each little movement, but it's helping you relax.

you feel ready to move, and you place your hands over san's stomach for leverage as you pull off of him, leaving just the tip in. san's going crazy, he's trying to hard to go at your pace, to let you take your time, but he's losing that battle fast. he watches as you bounce above him, cupping your chest and focusing on your nipples so he doesn't put all his attention on how bad he wants to fuck up into you, to make another baby with you. he wants to enjoy this, like you said, he wants to take it slow if that's what you want, but god, he wants so much more.

"how do you feel baby?" he asks, and you whimper in response. that alone could kill a weaker man, he thinks, but the way you're gripping around his cock, how warm you are, how beautiful you sound, he's not going to last long. you put the final nail in his coffin when you whine out, "you feel so good sannie, missed you, missed your cock..."

san can't take it anymore, he grabs onto your hips again and slams you down onto his cock. he holds you there for a second, letting you feel every inch of him as you squirm in his lap, and just when he thinks you're about to tap out he grinds into you. you didn't think he could get deeper, but you can feel him in your gut. he pulls you up and guides you back down, and he does this a few more times before you finally gasp out, "'m close, sannie, 'm gonna come-"

and that's all he needs to hear. he holds you in place above him, braces himself from below, and starts fucking up into you. he's been waiting for this, god he's waited for this, and he wants to ingrain everything into his memory. the way you look, the way you sound, the way you feel. it's overwhelming, and he can't help it, he starts to come, fucking his load into you as he tries to get you to your own high. he brings his hand back to your clit, and you're gasping above him, coming so hard you think you see stars. san lets you catch your breath above him, his cock still buried deep inside you. he's also afraid that if you move, all his come will leak out, and selfishly, he doesn't want that to happen. he felt his heart skip an excited beat at the idea of having another kid with you, so he's happy to sit and wait until you're ready to move.

"fuck," you whisper as you start to separate from him. "fuck, that felt really good."

"and to think, you deprived yourself of that for so many years," san says with a shit eating grin. you pinch his chest as you get up, but he takes you by surprise and pins you down before you can leave the bed. "where ya goin?"

"to shower?" you reply, and san smirks above you.

"who said i was done lovin you though?"

-

san wakes up the next morning and immediately puts his arms out to find you. he sighs happily as he pulls you into his chest, nuzzling his head into your hair. he takes a deep breath in, thinking not for the first time that he would be happy staying like this for years. he doesn't know how you expect him to leave once this weekend is over, condemned to come and go just to end up at his lonely apartment each night. he understands why you both decided on this set up, but he hates it. he'll just have to find a way to convince you that you'd be miserable without san here 24/7, and he thinks he's got a good idea to start.

you'd think the three rounds last night would be enough for any regular man, but not san. now that he's had you again he can't help himself. even holding you and feeling your warm breath hit his chest has him shifting to accommodate the growing problem beneath the sheets. he has no idea how he was able to wait years to fuck you, because he can't imagine waiting another second right now. he slowly rolls you back onto your pillow, hoping he won't wake you just yet. he makes sure you're comfortably laid back and then he pushes the sheets away, crawling down until his face is level with your bare stomach.

he leaves light kisses across your skin, starting above your bellybutton and trailing down. he sucks a couple hickeys on the skin of your hips, tracing his thumbs over the reddened marks in satisfaction. you begged him not to leave too many marks last night, but he looks up proudly and sees the result of your lost fight. there's only one or two spots on your neck, but your collarbone and your chest are a different story. san wants you to know you're his, finally his, so if he has to leave daily love bites on your skin to remind you, he will. happily.

he kisses one of the marks on your hips now, licking the skin just to taste you. he feels himself get excited at the thought of really tasting you, and he continues his descent down to your core. he thought about this as you were falling asleep last night, but he's never really seen your pussy. the few times you've had sex, there were just other things on his mind, so now that he can, san takes his time admiring you. he uses his thumbs to pull your lips apart, moaning softly at the sight of his come dripping out of you or dried on your skin. he leans in and places a kiss over your clit, and your legs jerk, but you stay otherwise still. that won't do, san thinks, so he delicately traces your entrance, collecting some of the wetness that's still pouring from you, and strokes your clit. he licks over it carefully, wanting to savor this moment.

his ears perk up as he hears you start to whimper, so he cups his lips around your bundle of nerves and sucks ever so slightly. his fingers trail back to your entrance, dipping in just so, and he sets a steady rhythm of playing with your clit and easing his fingers into your core. he's focused on his work, determined to make you feel good, but he wants more. he switches his fingers up to your clit, your wetness helping them glide over you easily. he kisses down your pussy until he gets to your entrance and dips his tongue in. you stir again, so san repeats his movements, determined to wake you up. he loses himself at the taste of you, and when he thinks about last night, how many times he came inside you, he moans into your core. he's getting impatient, his senses drowning in you. all he can feel is you, all he can taste is you, all he hears is you calling his name...wait-

"sannie, fuck," you gasp above him, your hands pulling at his hair to get him away from your sensitive core, but he holds strong. you try to use your thighs to squeeze his head and push him away, overwhelmed by the feeling of his lips on your pussy, but he reaches up and holds your legs apart so he can eat you like a man starved. now that you're awake, he doesn't have to keep quiet. he's drunk on your pussy, moaning and slurping obscenely, mumbling about how good you feel, how good you taste, how he wants to make you feel good. you can't help it, you start to come, gasping above him trying to take a deep breath. san feels you tighten around his tongue, but he keeps going. he keeps eating your pussy like he'll never get the chance again, and your sleepy haze mixed with the way he's making you feel has your vision spotty and your mind in a haze. he gets you to come again soon after, and you finally whine his name loud enough for him to look up at you, his mouth lazily teasing you as you exhale, "well. good morning."

"morning baby," he smiles, your arousal all over his chin. you whine, and he strokes your thighs comfortingly as he asks, "can you give me another one? still hungry."

"we have donuts."

"they're not as sweet as you," he insists, diving back in. you can't keep up with him, your senses so overloaded with san that you're begging for something but you don't know what. san works you up to another release before giving you a break, crawling up your body and trailing kisses the whole way. you try slapping his chest, but the movement is so weak it only makes him laugh. "what are you doing, love?"

"trying to hit you," you reply. "i'd kick you but i don't think my legs work."

"good, i did my job then," san says happily. he collapses on top of you, and you blush at the feeling of the mess between your legs. with san's chin on your chest, staring at you so content, you flick his nose and he bursts into laughter. "what was that for?!"

"for being perfect. and for turning me into a shell of a woman. i can't move, seriously."

"need me to help you into the shower, doll?"

"no," you shake your head. "i don't trust what you'd do in there."

"nothing out of the ordinary," he smirks, and you flick his nose again. he moves quick, biting your finger before you can move away, and you squeal. with your finger between his teeth he asks, "so? shower?"

"if you can carry me, then yeah," you give in. san pulls himself out of bed, easily lifting you from the bed as you raise your arms to wrap around his neck. he places you delicately on the bathroom counter, laughing with you as you squeal over the cold marble. he runs a bath for you, insisting that if your legs don't work you shouldn't be standing in the shower. he helps you into the warm water once it's ready, and you assume he's going to join you but instead he turns back to your room. "baaabyyy," you whine, and he's in the doorway immediately.

"what's wrong? was it too much? are you sore?" he asks in worry, but you shake your head and make grabby hands for him in response. he smiles as he comes closer, holding your hands in his as he asks, "are you always this needy after sex?"

"yep," you reply. "get used to it. and get in the tub with me."

"can't," san sighs, dipping down to give you a kiss anyway. "i'm getting dressed and then checking on our daughter."

"she's probably still asleep," you say as you lay your head on the cool porcelain edge of the tub.

"then i won't be gone long," san tells you before ducking back out of the bathroom. you keep your head on the tub though, admiring him from afar. you love having him here, you think. you wonder if he'd be ok with staying longer than just a weekend.

-

while san took care of violet, you got an idea. you enjoyed the rest of your bath, but as soon as you were dressed you got down to business.

you were buried amongst boxes, piles of clothes, and shoes you'd never wear when san and violet come looking for you. you hear violet run into your bedroom calling for you with san right behind her, not sure if you were decent or not. when they don't see you in the bedroom, san peeks into the bathroom as vi goes for your closet, and she giggles when she sees you on the floor.

"mommy, what are you doing?" she asks, kneeling down in the mess anyway.

"i'm cleaning out my closet, bug," you answer. you push a box toward her and say, "call for your dad, i want him to look through those."

"i'm right here," san appears, popping his head through the door. he looks at you quizzically, then decides to go with it and kneel next to violet.

"i'm cleaning out my closet," you repeat. "i want you to go through that box next to vi, that's all of her work from preschool. you can keep any of it that you want."

"really?"

"yeah, we've got plenty of it around the house, and i've basically made wallpaper out of it for my office, so i figured you might like some," you shrug.

"thank you baby," he smiles, dimples on full display. you watch fondly as he settles on the ground, violet climbing into his lap almost as a reflex. they sit together and go through everything, violet giving commentary on what she remembers and calling on you to explain what she doesn't. you're constantly in motion, trying to organize your clothes and make piles of what you can donate. you turn to your family every so often for opinions, violet giving it to you straight when she thinks something is ugly, and san being no help at all. he just says you'll look great in whatever you're holding up, and borders on compliments too vulgar for your daughter to hear. it's a good thing violet knows how to speak her mind, because with her brutal honesty and a good idea of what clothes will drive san insane, you're left with the perfect amount of clothes.

you won't take any outside input on which shoes to donate, though. that's a personal decision for you, and san is smart enough to stay out of it. violet, on the other hand, picks up her favorite shoes and tries them on, laughing with glee when she trips and san has to dive to catch her. she asks if she can keep some of the shoes for herself, but knowing how expensive they are, you try to find nice ways to tell her to back off. san promises to buy her "mommy shoes" and that seems to satisfy her, but now she's bored and wants to go play. you shoot san a sympathetic glance as he's pulled out of the closet by your hyperactive kid, and then you're alone. you step back and look at the space you were able to clear, and you think that should be enough for san's things. you can always use the hall closet if he needs more space, but he's a man, how many clothes does he need?

"hey," he whispers from behind you, making you jump. you would turn around to talk to him, but he wraps his arms around you and sways your bodies from side to side as he informs you, "i got her set up with a movie. i love that girl, but i needed a break."

"thank you for giving me the morning to myself," you tell him, leaning your head back on his shoulder. you turn to place a kiss on his jaw, whispering against his skin, "you're so wonderful to me. and to violet. we're very lucky ladies."

"and i'm a lucky man," he responds. his eyes fall to the pile of violet's work on the floor, and he separates from you to pick it up. he shows you the stack and says, "got enough for my apartment and my office. there's not much left in the box, though."

"that's fine," you brush it off. "i needed the space in here, so."

"hey, did you eat this morning?" san asks while he tucks violet's work into his duffel bag. when he stands up fully he points an accusing finger at you. "i wore you out twice and you haven't eaten, that's not good for your health."

"you're not good for my health," you scoff. "last time i was this sore was after labor."

"sorry," san says sheepishly. he reaches for your hand and tugs you toward the door. "come on, let's get you some food and then hang with violet. i put on one of your favorites."

-

the rest of the weekend passes by in complete bliss. it's like that night with san bridged any gaps that timing and poor decisions might have created between you, and you've never felt more in love or more like a family than you do right now. but there's a pit in your stomach as you sit with san and violet at the dinner table, knowing that san needs to go back to his apartment tonight. he didn't pack any work clothes, so he really needs to leave, but he so doesn't want to. he wonders how many more weeks he can get by with going to his place just long enough for you to miss him and call him back home. meanwhile, you're wondering how you can inconspicuously get jen and wooyoung to help move san's things to your house on such short notice. san checks the time, and you feel the pit in your stomach tear open as he stands to leave.

"alright girls," he sighs, putting his dishes in the sink. "i guess i gotta go. need to get ready for the week."

"i'll miss you daddy," violet pouts, and san mimics her with a pout of his own.

"i'll miss you even more bug, you have no idea."

you stand and clear your own plate as violet sadly pushes her peas around with her fork, and you catch san staring at her from the doorway. "what's wrong, san?"

"i don't wanna go," he admits. his voice is so quiet you can barely hear him, but he can't say it any louder. it hurts leaving you two, and san isn't sure how many more trips he can take before his heart just kicks it.

"then don't go," you shrug. "move in with us."

"are you serious?" san asks, a smile slowly breaking across his face. he takes two steps and he's in front of you, hands on your waist, asking you again, "are you serious?"

"yeah," you nod. "violet? what do you say? should daddy stay here forever?"

"and ever?!" she adds, making san laugh, a happy squeaky sound that sends your heart soaring.

"i'll stay forever and ever and then some," he agrees. he pulls you into the tightest hug known to man, spinning you around the kitchen as he whispers to you, "this is finally happening."

"it took us long enough, right?" you whisper back, gripping onto his shirt. you squeal as san pushes you off balance, and you realize he's trying to move you toward the kitchen table. he lets go of you long enough to lift violet into his arms and smush her between you both, and then the spinning continues.

"my girls," he smiles proudly. "i love my girls."

-

that monday at work, san feels like superman. he woke up with your head on his chest, he ate breakfast with his girls, and he had a sing along in the car with violet as he drove her to school. he put works of violet art up in his office (and a couple on the gym bulletin board, she was very embarrassed), and he walked violet to her classroom before carpool started so he could tell jen the good news.

"hey violet!" jen greets her, and violet runs up to give her a hug. "how was your weekend?"

"good!" violet replies. "daddy spent the night, and then mommy told me he was staying forever and ever, and then this morning i saw mommy and daddy naked wrestling-"

"she saw you what?" jen hisses, and san has to look embarrassed.

"um, yeah, i wanted to celebrate my first morning moved in, so...we forgot to lock the door, and...yeah. it's been a long morning at the choi household," san explains, and jen pushes his arm surprisingly hard.

"so you moved in?!"

"kind of?" san rubs the spot jen basically punched. "y/n asked me to move in last night, so we filled our cars with some of my stuff and brought it to the house. i'll really move in this weekend."

"well, if you need me and wooyoung to help, you know where to find us," jen offers.

"you and wooyoung?" san wiggles his eyebrows, and jen nods eagerly.

"yep, we're an item now. you and y/n aren't the only ones who did some naked wrestling this weekend."

"please don't say that," san groans, and thankfully, the bell rings to alert teachers to their stations. san stoops down to kiss violet's forehead as he says goodbye, and he rushes off to his carpool spot. he hears jen say as he leaves, "violet, you need to knock before you go into mommy and daddy's room..."

-

you have to admit, living with san is bliss. you didn't know how easy it could be having someone else around to take care of violet, and you especially didn't know how nice it would be to have someone around to take care of you. san was quick to show his love with actions and words, and all he asked for in return was your time. if he had his way, he'd spend every second of every day with you and violet. it hurts to watch you leave for work in the mornings, and it hurts him again when he parts from violet at school. at home, he's always attached to one of you. some nights he's lucky, and he gets you both.

tonight, san stopped by the store for you on the way home because you needed some last minute things for dinner. san got what you needed, plus some wine he knew you'd like, and he got violet her favorite ice cream without her even asking. he had everything ready for you when you got home, and since violet helped get the ingredients she wanted to help cook, too. san always stays in the kitchen with you as you fix dinner, because he likes to clean up after you as you go. he claims it's efficient, but it's also a chance for you to catch up on your days. you're happy to have violet with you tonight, but it did ruin one of your mom secrets.

"what can i help with, mommy?" she asks once she's set up next to you, standing on her tippy toes on top of her step stool.

"you can help me tear the spinach to go into the spaghetti," you show her how to do it, and she copies your actions with a frown on her face.

"what's wrong bug?" san asks, given up on the dishes. he just wants to watch you and violet work together.

"where's the 'pinach going?"

"into the sauce, baby," you answer her. "i always put it into the sauce, it's yummy."

"do i like 'pinach?"

"you like it in spaghetti."

eating dinner together is one of san's favorite things, too. he loves the conversations that come out of violet, and he feels so privileged to see her personality growing and maturing before his eyes. she's an incredible kid, and san reminds you constantly that you did a phenomenal job raising her. you insist that his genes made her an angel to begin with, and that makes san blushy and shy enough to change the subject. he starts to ask you about a work thing, so there's no attention on violet for a moment. she starts giggling though, and when you turn back to her you see that she's slurped noodles so quickly that there's sauce all over her face. it reminds you of a similar mess when she was a baby, so you show san pictures and videos of baby vi that have his stomach doing flips. he asks you to send him those, and you do as he says while he and violet start to clear your plates.

you move into the living room to get ready for one of your favorite shows. it's coming back after a hiatus, so you made it clear this morning you didn't care what san and violet did as long as you got to watch. what you didn't expect was for san to come in from the kitchen with violet in his arms, dumping her down on top of you in a giggly pile. san leaves to grab your favorite blanket and takes his time tucking it around you and vi before he slides in next to you, intertwining his legs with yours and pulling you so your head will lay on his chest. he wraps his arms around you and violet, and sighs happily when he's all done.

"whatcha doin?" you turn your head to his as he flips through the channels, looking for your show.

"we're watching this show together?" he says like it's obvious. "violet told me there's cool stunts."

"and the old guy is funny!" she adds.

"see? cool stunts and a comedic grandpa, i'm sold," san says, kissing the top of your head as the show starts.

"ok, but no talking until the commercial breaks," you mumble, pulling san's arm further around your shoulders so you can hold his hand over your chest.

"is that the old guy?" san asks a minute later.

"baby," you whine. "i said no talking!"

"i have to go potty," violet says a few minutes after that, climbing over the pile of her parents. san watches her go then turns to you, calling your name.

"sannie, please, it's almost a commercial-"

"i want another one," he whispers excitedly, and you look confused for a second before it clicks.

"another kid?" you confirm, and he nods eagerly. "right now? i don't think we have time-"

"no baby," he chuckles. "just. whenever. but sooner rather than later, please. i want at least three, so-"

"three?!" you shriek. "that's a lot of kids for me to push out of my-"

"daddy, can i have some ice cream?" violet asks as she returns from the bathroom.

"of course baby," he responds, sliding his limbs from under and around you slowly. he comes back with violet quickly, and she plops down next to you with san on her other side. they eat in silence, which you're thankful for since your show is back on, but san calls your name and you stifle a groan. you look up to find him holding a spoonful of ice cream out for you, and you let him feed it to you with a soft look in his eyes. he wipes a dribble from the side of your mouth, presenting his finger to you. he tells you with his eyes to taste that next, and as you stare up at him and suck on his finger, you feel your skin erupt in goosebumps. you let go of his finger with a pop and then basically hide under the blanket until the show is over.

as the credits roll, you look to san and see violet curled up in his side, the empty ice cream tub long forgotten. san's carefully stroking violet's back, and when he catches you staring he reaches a hand out for you. you grab it, bringing his knuckles to your lips so you can kiss each one before speaking. against his skin, you whisper, "i'm ready to have another kid with you. but let's start with one, ok?"

-

agreeing to have another kid with san might have been a bad idea. if you thought he was all over you before, now he really can’t keep his hands off you. it's a sisyphean task getting him out of bed in the morning. he grabs onto whenever you pass each other in the house, stealing kisses that he hopes will lead to more. he's rushing through bedtimes with violet so you can have more "mommy daddy time" in violet's words. it's so bad even your kid has noticed! but....you're not complaining. you pretend to hate it, you pretend to resist just to give in later, but really you're eating this up. a match made in heaven, you two!

after a particularly active morning, you decided to work from home for the day. you were feeling under the weather anyway, so it was nice having the option. especially on days like today when san forgets his lunch. he called you about an hour into his day in a panic, already whining that he was going to starve to death. you roll your eyes but listen intently before offering to bring it to him. halfway through the call you found his lunchbox looking lonely in the fridge, so you were happy to spend your lunch break doing something for san. before you head out, you tear off a paper towel and write him a little note like you do when you pack violet's lunch, and then you're out the door.

san said he would be in his office, so you park in the teacher lot and make the short walk to the gym. it's its own building behind the school, so it's quiet as you make your way to san. your footsteps echo on the wooden floor, and an eager san slides out of his office in his desk chair. like an excited puppy, he jogs to meet you halfway and wraps you in a hug, peppering kisses over your face along with whispered thanks.

"what would i do without you, baby?" he asks.

"starve, apparently," you tease, pinching his cheek. "so i guess i'll see you at home?"

"eat lunch with me," he begs, not giving you a chance to answer. he takes the lunchbox in one hand and wraps his other around your waist, leading you to his office. he sits in the rolling chair and walks it back over to his desk while you stand at the door. "you waitin for an invite, doll? get in here."

"where do i sit?" you ask, semi-distracted by the way san has decorated his office. your heart warms seeing so much of violet's work in here, and you blush as you notice the pictures san has printed of you and violet to tack up along with her art. san hasn't replied, so you turn to find him patting his lap with a wiggle of his eyebrows, and you just laugh at him. "i'll stand."

"at least stand closer to me," he whines. "so far away over there."

you sigh, but walk to his desk anyway. you hop up so you're sitting on the one space free of junk, but that puts you directly in front of san. he opens your legs slightly, and you feel your heart rate spike, but he just scoots closer and starts unpacking his lunch. you watch as he focuses on tearing his sandwich equally, his tongue caught between his teeth as he works. you take this time to snatch his chips, feeding one or two to san as he searches for a napkin to wrap your sandwich in. he finds the note you stuffed in there and smiles, a blush creeping over his cheeks as his dimples appear.

"what's this?" he asks in a squeaky voice.

"reminder of how much i love you," you shrug.

"i love you too," san says happily as he straightens the napkin. "thanks for bringing my lunch."

"you said that already."

"well let me thank you another way?" he asks, his hands drifting to your knees and sliding up your thighs. you try to close your legs, pushing him off, but his grip is stronger than yours.

"san, there's kids here."

"so? we're trying to make one-"

"sannie!" you hiss. "no! not at school."

"but no one's gonna be anywhere near the gym for another thirty minutes!"

"what about wooyoung? or jen? don't they come check on you when you don't eat lunch in the teacher's lounge?"

"they can deal," san says, leaning down to trail kisses up your leg. as much as you want to, and god you want to, you can't. not here. so you use your foot to catch the rolling chair and push san back. he thuds into his bulletin board with an "oof!" and you laugh as you hop down. "what are you doing? come back here-"

"ah, i'll see you at home," you tell him. you're almost to the door when he catches up with you, holding onto your waist like his life depends on it.

"just one kiss before you go," he whispers, and you feel yourself nodding before you can say no. he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, moaning as he slides his hands around to grip your ass, but you grab his hands and pull them off of you. you give him one last kiss and then you step back, pointing a finger at him as you say, "you are trouble, mr. choi."

"and you're sexy, mrs. choi," he smirks, watching you leave.

"not your missus!" you shout back, turning to catch him still watching you walk away. he waves teasingly, blowing a kiss that you catch and place over your heart. "i'll see you at home, you crazy man."

-

san tried using the rest of his lunch to plan, but you were right - jen and wooyoung came to find him before lunch ended, so it's really a good thing you didn't take up his offer to fuck in his office. wooyoung makes himself at home, playing with some of the loose equipment as jen asks why san didn't show for lunch.

"i forgot my lunch, so y/n had to bring it to me," he explains, and wooyoung gasps.

"you had sex in here!" he shouts, pointing an accusing finger at san.

"no, we didn't," san sighs. "but i wanted to."

"y/n said no?" jen asks, and san nods. "of course she was the voice of reason."

"what do you both want?" san asks. "shouldn't you be with your classes right now?"

"there's an assembly after lunch, so they're the vp's responsibility," wooyoung smiles evilly. "so you didn't even get some head while y/n was here?"

"wooyoung!" jen shrieks, and he shuts up. "sorry he's disgusting."

"i'm more sorry for you, you're dating the guy," san teases, and jen blushes. "so you both came here to bother me? no other reason?"

"i suspected you had a visit from the milf, so i came to get the low down on that," wooyoung replies.

"and if y/n was here i wanted to talk to her," jen says. "i need to have one conversation with someone sane today."

"you're talking to me!" san says, and jen laughs. "ouch."

"whatever man," wooyoung says as he walks toward the door. "if you're gonna lie and say nothing happened here, then i'm outie 5000."

"actually, i do want to tell you something," san starts nervously. "it's nothing saucy, but i think i need your help. both of you."

"anything," jen says, and wooyoung nods in agreement.

"great," san smiles. "well, uh, i think i'm going to propose to y/n..."

-

there's a daddy daughter dance at the end of the week. san, of course, will be taking violet. that means you need to go shopping! violet needs a new dress, and san has to buy a shirt that matches. violet chose a light purple, her favorite, and insisted on you getting something that color, too. since you were just spending the night at home, you tried to buy a light purple pajama set, but san vetoed it. he made you pick out a dress of your own despite you saying you won't wear it but for five minutes.

"but now we have a family outfit," san smiles. "we can wear it all the time."

"violet, your dad is embarrassing," you say to your daughter, and she nods.

"whatever," he sighs, taking the clothes from you and violet anyway. "i'm just excited to do family stuff with you."

"is family stuff like mommy daddy stuff?" violet asks, and you let san handle that one. you've stopped at the jewelry section, wondering if you can find a necklace for violet to wear. you play with the charm around your neck now, the heart necklace violet gave you. as you're spinning the display around, you hear two sets of footsteps come up behind you.

"whatcha doin mommy?" violet asks, tugging on your hand. you pick her up and point to one of the necklaces, answering, "trying to find something that matches your new dress. do you like this?"

"ooo, yes," she nods at the flower charm you're showing her. "can daddy have one too?"

"not sure that's my style, bug," san squints at the necklace.

"and it's a kid size, it wouldn't fit around your beefy neck," you point out. you look around and your eyes light up as they fall on what you're looking for. you grab violet's necklace and head to a display of rings, holding the necklace up to find something that goes with it. "daddy can wear a ring to match with you at the dance. how's that sound vi?"

you get an enthusiastic yes from her, so the three of you look quietly for a moment. san holds something up and asks what you think, but you shake your head.

"that's too dainty for you," you say.

"for you," san corrects. "do you like it for you?"

"hmm," you inspect the ring, and shake your head. "no, i think i prefer gold jewelry."

"what about this?" san holds up another ring, and you like this one. it's a simple gold band with a purple gem set on a raised back, but you nod and offer san your left hand since violet is currently occupying your other arm. san slides the ring onto your ring finger, but it won't get past your knuckle. san tries his best, but it won't budge, and you can't help but laugh. "hmph. you have chubby fingers."

"hey!" you whine, "that's what having a kid does to you. parts of your body are never the same again."

"really?" san asks. "i never knew that."

"yeah, there's a lot of weird stuff that happens with pregnancy," you shrug. "but i got used to it."

"you'll have to tell me everything soon," san says, cupping your head to pull you in for a forehead kiss. he's distracted now, thinking about something else, and starts to turn back in the direction of the registers when violet reminds him, "daddy! the rings!"

"oh right, thanks bug," he winks at her, and you kiss violet's cheek in thanks. san finds a bigger size and tries it for good measure. it's a perfect fit.

"do you still want a ring?" you ask san, and he searches for a moment before holding one out to you.

"what about this?" he passes it to you, and you cock your head in confusion. "what? you don't like it?"

"hm, i like it," you tell him. "it goes with mine."

"even better," san smiles.

-

the night of the dance can't get here soon enough. violet has been bouncing off the walls excited for it all week, and you know san is looking forward to it too. he told you that he gets stuck overseeing the dance every year because it's in the gym, and he admitted this was the kind of thing he dreamt of taking his own kid to some day. he seems a little nervous though, which you think is sweet.

because he had to plan the dance, the week leading up to it is a busy one at your house. san is constantly stepping outside to take calls, and he's running off to errands throughout the week to make sure everything is perfect. he's taken over the coat closet, claiming there's things in there violet can't see, but he won't let you look in there, either. one afternoon, he catches you peeking and turns a bright red.

"what are you doing!" he squeaks. "you can't see this!"

"why not?" you laugh. "i'm not going to the dance."

"yeah, but if you see it, and then violet asks what you saw, you'll tell her-"

"i'm not a snitch," you scoff.

"well you're usually on her side," san rolls his eyes.

"hey, i'm on your side all the time, babe," you assure him. "but girls gotta stick together, so i guess you have a point."

"exactly," san sighs, checking that the closet is closed before pulling you in for a hug. he inhales deeply and lets out a breath of relief once you're wrapped around him, and you rub his back soothingly.

"you're doing a great job, my love," you tell him. "it's gonna be a great night, everyone will have so much fun, and it'll be all thanks to you."

"i hope you're right," san says, and he hopes you don't catch the quiver of nerves in his voice. he also hopes you can't feel the box of the engagement ring poking out of his pocket. you caught him before he could slip it into the closet, and he's starting to sweat having you so close to it. even though he doesn't want to, he slowly lets you go, stroking your hair as he gets an idea, "hey, can i ask you to do something for me?"

"anything."

"anything?" he smirks, and you smack his arm. "no, i was wondering if you could make pancakes for dinner?"

"really? that's it?" you ask, but he nods like he's completely serious.

"i hear you're better at them now," he teases. "but, i don't know, i've just been so stressed this week, and that's like a comfort meal for me-"

"oh sannie, yes, yes i'll make you pancakes," you promise. "you want chocolate chips?"

"i love you," he says as he nods vehemently. you giggle as you stand on your toes to kiss his cheek.

"dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes then," you tell him. "unless i burn the house down, then we're just going to waffle house."

-

it's the night of the dance. to anyone walking by, it might sound like your house is having a party, but it's just you blaring music while everyone gets ready. you're already in your dress, so you're helping violet while san showers. he was so jumpy when he got home, you're really worried about him. this dance must have been a lot of work for him, so you're glad he'll get to rest when it's done. once san and violet leave, you've got a riveting night of laundry ahead of you so san can come home to a clean, comfy bed to collapse in. you know he'll need it after the week he's had.

you're mentally trying to organize the loads of laundry you have to do while you work on violet's hair. she's digging through your make up bag because you promised she could use eye shadow and lip gloss tonight, and you're both humming along to the music. you don't hear her stop and say something to you, and you certainly don't hear whoever is knocking at the door. violet twists around to look at you, ruining the heart shape you were trying to pull her hair into.

"aw, vi, now i have to start over-"

"mommy, someone's knocking on the door," she cuts you off. you reach for your phone to turn the music down, and she's right, there's someone frantically knocking at the front door. you walk out warily, unsure of who it could be, but you spot a flash of jen's hair through the window. when you open the door, she looks relieved.

"good, you're dressed," she breathes out. upon further inspection, she frowns and says, "but you haven't done your hair? no make up? y/n we're gonna be late."

"what?" you're confused. late for what?

"san didn't tell you? we need you to chaperone the dance," jen explains as she steps inside. that's when you notice she's dressed up too. "one of the fifth grade teachers was supposed to help me with the photo booth, but she's puking everywhere-"

"ew, gross," you stop her. "i mean, san didn't tell me anything, but i guess i can help? i'm not doing anything tonight." looks like you needed this dress after all!

"great," jen smiles. "now about your hair..."

seconds later, violet is standing in front of you while you sit on a kitchen chair as jen works on your hair for you. you're still trying to finish violet's, and then you need to help her with the make up she picked out. you could care less how you look, you'd rather violet get the pampering she wants, but jen is insisting that you "at least need to look put together tonight."

"hey, is san still here?" you ask suddenly. "i don't hear the shower anymore, but he's being awfully quiet if he's home."

"his car wasn't here when i pulled up," jen shrugs. "ok, hair's done! now where's your make up?"

"in violet's room," you reply. she goes to grab it, and when she returns you're done with violet's hair. "how's our girl look?"

"just as beautiful as her momma," jen replies, and she laughs when you and violet blush the same way.

"careful, i'm a taken woman," you warn.

"i could totally take san in a fight for your hand."

"wooyoung would be pretty upset though," you remind her, and now it's her turn to blush. "is he gonna be there tonight?"

"yeah, he's helping san with some of the set up i think."

"so what time do we need to get there?" you ask as you work on vi's make up. "keep your eyes closed, baby."

"ok mommy."

"um, we might need to leave soon," jen barely answers your question.

"that's vague."

"we should leave in fifteen minutes."

"shit, ok," you mumble, then you catch yourself. "jen, can you find my purse? put a quarter in the jar on the counter please."

"two," violet corrects you. "you said the fuck word when the elastic in my hair snapped."

"violet!" you and jen screech.

"now you need to put a quarter in the swear jar," jen jokes, but you have to lecture violet on not using those words while you finish up her eye shadow. you ask her to purse her lips so you can do the lip gloss, and jen says, "she really looks like san, doesn't she?"

"yeah, she does," you smile proudly. "they're both pretty cute, huh?"

"if you have another kid do you think it'll look like you?"

"we'll have to wait and see i guess," you say as you cap the lip gloss. "vi, go like this," and you show her how to rub the lip gloss in. she gets it all over her lips, so you lick your thumb to wipe it off as she tries to squirm away. "alright, my turn. can you show jen where your shoes are baby? i'll finish getting ready if you can help her with shoes and maybe a jacket."

"on it," jen nods. "we gotta leave in ten!"

as promised, ten minutes later, you and violet are in jen's car. you wanted the fun to continue for violet, so you've got music playing as jen speeds toward the school. she kept saying you weren't late, but the way she's driving you wonder if she's lying.

a few minutes later, you can see the school in the distance. you don't know why, but your stomach starts doing flips at the idea of seeing san. you know he's going to look great, so that's enough to make you all excited, but you're more interested in seeing what he's worked so hard on all week. you're staring at the gym as it gets closer, and then jen drives right past the school entirely.

"um, hello?" you call out. "earth to jen? we just passed the school."

"we're not going to the school," jen says simply. what's going on? you look to violet in the backseat, but she's staring out the window, kicking her feet the way you know she does when she's excited. you sit back with a "humph!" and watch as jen drives you to the park down the street. she pulls into the gravel lot and turns off her car before turning to you. "get out."

"what? jen, what is going on?" you ask, but jen is out of the car and won't respond. you're confused as hell, but you unbuckle your seatbelt anyway as jen gets violet out of her car seat. jen meets you at the back of her car, pointing off to the path in the distance.

"you need to go over there."

"i'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's happening," you stand firm.

"come on mommy!" violet chirps. she holds her tiny hand out to you, and you look to jen. she just smiles, so you take violet's hand and walk with her to the wooded path.

"baby, where are we going?" you ask, but violet shakes her head and mimes zipping her lips. can't argue with that, so you succumb to the circumstances and follow her lead. you're looking around, trying to catch any kind of clue. as you come over a hill, you see a clearing in the distance, and you gasp when you see what's waiting for you.

underneath an ivy covered arch stands san. he's dressed in his outfit for the dance, dark grey slacks and a vest with the light purple shirt underneath. he left his hair natural, how you like it, so the ends of his bangs just barely brush over his glittering eyes. he's smiling at you so brightly he could be the sun, and you look down to find violet smiling back at him the same way.

as you get closer, you notice the flower bushes are all violets. san must have brought more though, because there's flower pots and bouquets all around. you close your eyes and take a deep breath, admiring the soft scent flooding your senses. when you open your eyes, san is approaching you shyly, and violet squeezes your hand. you squeeze back even tighter.

"hi gorgeous," he greets you, his voice soft and quiet, like he doesn't want to disturb this moment. he leans in to kiss your cheek, then kneels and says to violet, "you look beautiful, my love. thank you for your help."

"you knew about this?" you ask violet, and she looks to san before she responds.

"YES! daddy told me all these secrets and said mommy can't know, and if i pinky promised not to tell then he would get me the princess bed i want," she explains rapidly, and you look to a sheepish san.

"i'm not proud of the bribe, but she did a good job. you had no idea?"

"san, what is this?" you ask in a nervous whisper. he lifts violet into his arms and then offers you a hand. as he walks you over to a bench beneath the ivy arch, he begins.

"this was my favorite park as a kid," he says as he sits you down and carefully places violet between you. he holds onto your hand as he speaks, his thumb stroking over your knuckles softly. "and when i moved back here after college, this was the first place i came. i missed you so much already, and i needed someplace to clear my head. i found myself here a lot, actually. i would walk the entire path just thinking about you, wondering how you were, wondering if i should reach out, try to make things right. it became a habit. i'd come here every time i missed you, and i wouldn't leave until i got you off my mind. then, out of nowhere, you show up at school. i noticed you, that first day. i noticed violet," and as he says her name he boops her nose. over her giggles, he continues.

"i saw her walking in and thought, man, that kid sure looks like me," san smiles sadly, and you squeeze his hand. "so as soon as school ended, i was over here, pacing and wondering again how i could reach out. then i caught you parking in the wrong spot-"

"i didn't know where else to go!" you defend yourself, and san chuckles.

"you not knowing where to go worked in my favor, because it was like someone shouting in my face, hey! here she is! don't lose this chance! so i knew i had to wiggle my way back into your life somehow. it wasn't until you mentioned violet, her name, that i felt something inside me. again, i came back here, to this spot, and thought about what to do. as i sat here, i noticed all the violets around me, and i knew. i've always thought we were meant to be together, but that day i knew for sure. i wanted to be in your life. in violet's life. forever."

"and ever," violet whispers, making you and san both laugh. as you quiet down, you stare at san, and that warm feeling you get in his presence rushes over you. finally, you think. finally finally finally.

it's like san can read your mind, because he nods before tugging you back up to your feet. violet holds onto your hand as you both watch san reach into his pocket, and even though you knew it was coming, it still takes your breath away. san kneels, holding out a velvet box. he takes a deep breath and says, "y/n. my love. my best friend. you're the love of my life, and i can't imagine our story ending any other way. will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? will you marry me, finally?" he opens the box to reveal the perfect ring, and you're nodding before you can even speak.

you look at san's glistening eyes, his happy smile, and you cry out, "yes, san, oh my god, yes, i'll marry you." san pulls you down to smash his lips into yours, but you can barely keep the smile off your face long enough to actually feel his lips against yours. you end up kneeling in front of san, wrapping him in the tightest hug as you start to cry. you feel violet's tiny arms working their way around you both, so you separate and cover her in kisses to her delighted giggles. you hug them both, holding onto your family so tight it almost hurts.

"wait, wait!" san cries out. "the ring! gimme your hand!"

you present your left hand to him as he takes the ring out, and you love the way it glitters in the setting sunlight. he slides it onto your ring finger, interlocking his hand with yours. as you admire your hand in his, you hear cheers off in the distance.

you look around to find jen and wooyoung just outside the clearing. wooyoung is holding a camera, and jen is smiling like she just pulled off the heist of the century. as they get closer, violet runs over to jen and they jump and squeal, something about secrets and another bribe you'll have to learn about later.

"so everyone knew about this but me?" you ask san, and he brushes hair behind your ear as jen and wooyoung join you.

"sorry, but that's the way it had to be," san shrugs.

"you were so surprised," wooyoung says, "i can't wait to edit these pictures, i think i got a really funny one of you when he pulled the ring out."

"i'll make sure he only keeps the good ones," jen cuts in, but you shake your head.

"you send me every single picture you took," you say sternly, and wooyoung salutes you as he says, "aye aye mrs. choi!"

"oh my god," you turn to san then. "i'm gonna be your wife."

"yeah you are," he smiles proudly. "'bout time."

"oh, what time is it?" you ask. "don't we need to go to the dance?"

"baby, there is no dance," san admits. "i made that up so you wouldn't be suspicious of all the calls and errands without you."

"you sneak," you slap his arm. "and involving our daughter!"

"we got you," violet giggles, looking up at you as she wraps her hands around your legs. you pinch her nose and she squeals.

"well, what do we do now?" you ask. "i don't know what engaged people do."

"i've got an idea," wooyoung says suggestively, and jen groans.

"actually, i was going to take us to dinner," san says, reaching for you and violet. "we need to celebrate!"

"that's our cue to leave," jen says to wooyoung, but san stops them.

"nope," he shakes his head. "you helped. i owe you dinner."

"well if you insist," wooyoung smiles, wrapping his arm around jen. you all start walking back to your cars, jen and wooyoung ahead of your family. you and san are walking with violet between you, hands swinging happily.

"hey," san whispers, and you find his handsome face smiling at you. "are you happy?"

"happier than i've ever been, san."

"good," he nods. "sorry for all the secrets, though."

"whatever," you brush it off. "but, uh, i guess i have a secret of my own to share?"

san stops in his tracks, worry in his eyes. jen and wooyoung stop too, hearing the lack of footsteps behind them. everyone is watching you, and you look at each of them with a growing smile on your face. you end with san, and you blush as you say, "my love, my husband to be, i'm pregnant."

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[tafeekafee]

⌛🧸🐿️ I know, I’m with you, lean on

Sickie: Jongho + Hongjoong

Caretakers: Seonghwa + Mingi + Yunho + San

It was dark outside, the only light coming from the few buildings they were passing and the occasional car that drove in the opposite direction. It was calm and quiet and Jongho was reminded of the car trips with his parents when he was younger, where he would watch the streets passing by until he fell asleep curled up under a blanket and his dad carried him inside to his bed.

He missed them.

Despite his parents living in Seoul he barely saw them, the last time nearly three months back. He supposed he couldn’t complain, San’s parents were all the way in Namhae and Seonghwa’s in Jinju. His oldest hyung hadn’t seen his family in over a year and hadn’t even met his older brother’s daughter yet.

Jongho turned his attention to his sleeping members. Their day had been exhausting between recording and dance practice and now they were on their way to some remote location for their next M/V shooting.

He could see all of them from where he sat in the back row where he was squished between the window on his left and Mingi on his right. Their normal van had to be repaired so they were left in a regular nine-seater divided in three rows, which was a tight fit especially for their taller members. Mingi was resting partially against San, his long legs entangled with Jongho’s in the younger’s footrest. San, for his part, was asleep against the window, using Shiber as a pillow.

In the middle row Yeosang and Wooyoung were curled up against each other, having fallen asleep while listening to music together. Seonghwa was leaning against the door, his neck bent in an uncomfortable position which surely would leave him aching when he woke up. Jongho didn’t want to disturb him and possibly the others when they got so little sleep in total to get him to sit in a better position.

Yunho was asleep in the front row, leaning against the door, the only place where he could at least somewhat stretch out his legs. Hongjoong, who was talking quietly with the manager driving them, was resting his head against Yunho’s upper arm.

Originally they had decided that Mingi would sit in the front with Yunho so he too could stretch his legs. 

Their plans were crossed when Hongjoong had woken that morning with a headache which had gradually gotten worse over the day. At one point their captain had even taken pain medication, which he normally refused since they made him drowsy, and let Eden do the recording with them while he napped on Seonghwa’s shoulder until it was his turn. 

Their second oldest hyung had still looked pale and ashen when they had made their way down to the garage and had quietly asked Mingi if they could switch places as he wasn’t feeling well and whenever he was not feeling good it was a sure thing he would get motion sick. Mingi had agreed immediately, worried for his favorite hyung, and proclaimed that he wanted to sit next to Jongho.

The maknae smiled faintly at the memory until without much warning dizziness overcame him, making him feel hot and cold at the same time. He was confused, he had been feeling completely fine one second and now he had to rest his head firmly against the headrest as the world tilted around him. Nausea made itself known in his stomach and he took a deep breath. He tried to breathe through it, hoping it was a momentary fluke.

But no, with his eyes closed he felt even more dizzy, his brain not sure where up, down, left and right were. It was disorientating and not knowing what else to do, he tried to reach out for his Mingi-hyung, wanting some purchase and comfort. His hands trembled and he let them fall back to his lap, whining lowly in his throat in frustration. He really wasn’t feeling good.

“Mingi-hyung”, he whispered. No reaction.

“Mingi-hyung”, he tried louder. Still, Mingi only shifted slightly but kept on sleeping.

“Mingi-hyung, I don’t feel well”, he said loudly. If he wasn’t so distressed and focused on staying upright, he would have thought it funny when suddenly most of his hyungs jerked awake. 

Still staring straight ahead to abate the vertigo he saw how Yeosang and Wooyoung’s heads collided painfully as they startled. Ordinarily he would have laughed at them. Ordinarily he wouldn’t have felt sick from the disturbance as Mingi in his confusion detangled their legs rather violently.

“Jongho-yah?”, Hongjoong asked from the front, apparently the only person not completely disoriented as he hadn’t been in deep sleep a few seconds ago, “what’s going on?”

Jongho tried to speak, but his tongue wouldn’t move and his mouth was filling with saliva. He tried to lean forward, as he hoped that putting his head between his knees might help the nausea but he hadn’t accounted for the seat belt pressing against his stomach.

He gagged violently and suddenly his stomach contents were escaping from his mouth, splattering on his hands, jeans, shoes and the back of Yeosang’s seat. He was vaguely aware of loud and confused shouting but the only things he could focus on was the lack of air in his lungs, the warm vomit on his body and the hand rubbing his shoulder blades.

He cried, frustrated as his body betrayed him and left him feeling so so sick.

⌛

The next thing he was really aware of was gentle hands pulling him from his seat between two bouts of retching, soft voices coaxing him towards them. He blindly trusted his hyungs, not knowing how else to feel. Somebody was helping him slide out of the car but his knees buckled the moment they had to support his weight. Strong hands caught him and helped him to the ground, where he continued getting sick.

Yet, the fresh air was helping with the dizziness and - while he was still extremely nauseous - for the first time since it started he was mostly aware of what was going on. He was leaning against a strong chest, the person behind him definitely taller than him, so he supposed it was Mingi holding him. Seonghwa was kneeling next to him, softly smiling when Jongho lifted his head to look around. San, Yunho, Hongjoong and their manager were standing a few meters away, far enough to give him some semblance of privacy but close enough to help should they need it. He couldn’t see Wooyoung and Yeosang from his position on the ground.

As the vertigo started to abate Jongho became acutely aware of how embarrassed he was. Yellowish sick was covering the ground around him, his jeans, shirt and hands and even worse, some parts of Seonghwa’s pants as well. If he had to guess Mingi probably also wasn’t spared.

“Hey, baby”, Seonghwa said, a sad smile on his face, “are you feeling better?”

Jongho took a moment to take stock of his body. He wasn’t as dizzy anymore and the slight queasiness he was still feeling stemmed more from the disgust than actual nausea, he thought. His head was aching faintly and his stomach was feeling a bit weird but otherwise he felt … fine.

He nodded reluctantly. “Yes, hyung”, he said quietly.

“How about we move to the picnic table?”, his oldest hyung suggested, gesturing at the sitting area a few meters away. Luckily it was completely empty, like the whole rest stop they were at, so nobody else had witnessed his … episode. God, if somebody had recognized him and posted it. Tears welled up in his eyes but he refused to cry over something that hadn’t even happened. 

Instead he nodded yes to Seonghwa’s question.

Gently, like Jongho might break, he was lifted to his feet by Seonghwa and Mingi who, as expected, had been the one to sit behind him. They took it slow, walking a wide berth around the sick on the grass and letting Jongho decide the tempo and rest his weight on them. 

As he stared at the ground, unable to look up in embarrassment, he noticed how Mingi’s lower pants were completely covered in sick, causing the older man to walk slightly awkwardly so it wouldn’t stick to his legs. Now tears were falling down Jongho’s cheeks again in earnest.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered, feeling like he had reached a new low. Sure, he had been sick during the time he knew the others but he wasn’t sick often. Especially not this terribly, disgustingly sick. Not like Yunho and Seonghwa who seemed to catch every illness going around or even Hongjoong who wasn’t ‘sick sick’ often but often enough sick from his food intolerances, motion sickness and migraines. This was the worst time for Jongho yet.

⌛

“It’s fine, maknae. Don’t worry”, Mingi assured him, following his gaze downward to his pants, despite wincing a bit, “everybody gets sick sometimes.”

If the situation wasn’t as bad as it was, Jongho might have laughed at the timing. His other hyungs and the manager were coming closer now that Jongho was done playing the exorcist but apparently it wasn’t enough that he had stopped vomiting.

Hongjoong, who was trailing a bit behind the others, lost all of his color then (considering that he could probably see and smell everything, Jongho couldn’t blame him), placed a hand in front of his mouth and gagged, looking panicked.

“Oh, God”, he groaned, barely loud enough for them to hear, and turned on his heel to run towards the bathroom signs illuminating the side of the rest stop. Hongjoong managed to take a few steps before he stumbled and crashed to his hands and knees. He coughed loudly and even from the distance Jongho was able to sick the sick splattering onto the ground in front of him.

Yunho and San worriedly and a bit overwhelmed looked at each other, apparently not having expected that. Then San followed their captain, kneeling down beside him and rubbing his back. Yunho and the manager knew that Hongjoong hated attention when he was ill, so they turned their backs and came closer to Jongho.

“Shit”, Seonghwa, on the other hand, cursed but tugged Jongho to the bench where they helped the maknae sit down, Mingi sitting to hug him from behind again. They both glanced towards Hongjoong a few times but tried to focus on the maknae.

“Baby, can we clean you up?”, Mingi asked carefully.

Tearing his gaze away from the sick captain as well, Jongho nodded blankly. Seonghwa squeezed his shoulder, probably the only part of Jongho that was not soiled. 

“Hey, don’t worry. Joong-ah will be fine, you know he hasn’t been feeling well all day. It’s not your fault”, the eldest comforted, squatting down in front of Jongho. 

“If I hadn’t gotten sick…”, Jongho started, body starting to shake in the cold air. He was still glad that despite being treated to the sounds of retching and gagging, as well as the sight of his captain vomiting, he wasn’t feeling sick again himself.

“Yunho-yah, can you go get Jongho-yah some fresh clothes?”, the manager said, leaving no time for arguments. “And maybe some towels and water?”

The manager crouched down to look up at Jongho and gave him a sad smile: “For what it’s worth, Joong-ah asked me to stop at this gas station anyways because he wasn’t feeling well even before that. It’s not your fault, I’m surprised he held out this long.”

“Hm, do you think it’s a virus or food poisoning?”, Seonghwa asked then. “I mean”, he offered when they all looked at him, “maknae here doesn’t get motion sick normally. Hongjoong-ah wasn’t feeling well all day, yes, he could be motion sick but considering that Jongho was also sick I think that’s unlikely.”

The manager shrugged. “Did you and Hongjoong-ah share food that nobody else ate, Jongho-yah?”

Jongho bit his lip and tried to think back. “I mean, we had some eggs for breakfast today which Wooyoung didn’t manage to eat because he was so slow in getting ready but I could have sworn they were good.”  

“Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t”, the manager said and groaned as he got to his feet, “it doesn’t matter really. I will see if I can get the car clean, you three take care of Jongho-yah, hm?” 

At that moment Yunho appeared next to the manager, holding towels, water bottles and fresh clothes as instructed and the manager patted his shoulder before leaving. Out of the corner of his eyes Jongho saw San lead Hongjoong into the gas station, probably to help him clean up too. San was carrying a towel too, so Yunho must have stopped to give it to them before.

Jongho was too tired to protest when Seonghwa wet the towel with a water bottle and started to clean his face and hands, while Yunho helped Mingi get out of his pants and held a big towel around him so he could change without being seen. There was nobody there except them but being idols they had learned not to assume things like that.

Jongho was bundled up in one of Yunho’s large sweaters and a pair of sweatpants he didn’t recognize who they belonged to. When he looked up he saw San and a pale Hongjoong approaching them. The captain truly looked awful, face washed out and his hairline was covered in sweat. San had wrapped an arm around the captain’s shoulders and held an honestly impressive amount of plastic bags in one hand.

Seonghwa raised his eyebrow at him as they arrived and the younger man grinned. “I think the cashier likes me. I asked for a few bags and he gave me like at least fifteen.”

“Don’t you think it’s rather because Hongjoong-hyung still looks really bad?”, Yunho asked teasingly, hoping to lighten the mood.

Hongjoong just weakly stuck out his tongue, lacking his normal enthusiasm at disciplining unruly dongsaeng. He must still be feeling really awful and Jongho noticed his hand hovering over his stomach. Yeah, definitely still nauseous. 

Before the mood could get awkward San offered: “Well, anyway, I figured the bags might come in handy. Since Jongho-yah normally doesn’t get carsick and he and Hongjoong-hyung shared breakfast we think they might have food poisoning.”

“Yeah, we came to the same conclusion”, Mingi agreed, having managed to change himself and now  was helping Seonghwa.

“I’m really sorry, Jjongie”, Hongjoong whispered sadly, a vast difference to his normally loud and happy voice, “I should have been more careful. Next time please tell me to wear my glasses and check the best-before date.”

San sighed, obviously unhappy with the captain blaming himself but he kept quiet and helped Hongjoong sit down on the bench next to Jongho. Then he handed a few of the bags to Seonghwa who put the soiled clothing inside to be discarded. 

Most of Jongho’s and Mingi’s clothes couldn’t be saved anyways and Seonghwa probably wanted to get rid of the memory with the clothes.

“It’s alright, hyung”, Jongho said, feeling bad that his captain was feeling bad. He had genuinely enjoyed their morning. It wasn’t often that the two of them had uninterrupted time with just each other with their hectic schedules so he had relished in just talking with his hyung about not-work related stuff. It hurt, feeling unfair, that their amazing time had turned into this disaster. “I should have been more careful too. I don’t regret having spent time with you this morning for once.” 

He beckoned Hongjoong closer and wrapped an arm around the smaller man. Hongjoong relaxed into his side and nodded faintly, letting Mingi wrap an arm around him too. It was clear that the captain was exhausted by the ordeal and likely long nights spent at the studio.

“That’s all very nice”, Seonghwa interrupted them, turning his oldest-hyung mode on, “but how are you two feeling now?”

Jongho took a second to check in with his body and he was very surprised. He was still slightly queasy, but it was more of an empty feeling. His vision had stopped swirling some time ago. Honestly, if he hadn’t thrown up half an hour ago he would have assumed he was just fine.

“I feel okay”, Jongho said and, when Hongjoong and Seonghwa stared at him with similar looks of disbelief, he added: “Truly! I’m not dizzy anymore and my stomach feels okay, just empty but not nauseous. I’m just really tired.” As if to prove his point, he yawned.

“Okay”, Seonghwa agreed, “that’s good. What about you, Joong-ah? Also the truth, please.”

Hongjoong grimaced, looking dazed. “My head still hurts and I’m a bit queasy still. I think I just need some more pain medication. I took some like half an hour ago but I threw it up just now, so…” He trailed off, looking at the manager who was walking up towards them. “I can go on though. No use in staying here of all places.”

“Alright”, the manager said, “Sadly they don’t have a pharmacy inside the station, so I couldn’t get any medication. We can stop later if you need us to. I bought some cleaning supplies though and the car is as clean as it gets. We can go on if you’re ready. Anybody who needs the bathroom better go now and somebody please go find Woo and Sang-ah.”

“Oh, well, they are inside in a booth”, San explained, “Wooyoungie wasn’t so good with the puking, so Sang-ah is distracting him with ice cream and games. I’ll go get them.”

The manager nodded and they split up with Jongho, Seonghwa and the manager going towards the bathroom while Mingi and Yunho, both having wrapped an arm around Hongjoong’s waist, walked towards the car which the manager had moved away from the puddle of vomit.

⌛

When they returned Yunho, Mingi, San, Wooyoung and Yeosang were standing next to the car with Hongjoong sitting in the footwell in the middle row, legs pulled up to his chest and leaning sideways against the middle row seat. He looked incredibly tiny and young that way, making Jongho feel extra bad for him. It was unfair really how much he was suffering while Jongho was fine after throwing up once. 

In all seriousness Jongho was surprised that Hongjoong had been so sick while the maknae had eaten way more eggs than him but he supposed the elder’s exhaustion, headache and motion sickness didn’t make his situation better. Still, he wished that the captain would feel better soon. Jongho knew that Hongjoong had looked forward to the filming a lot, able to escape his stressful everyday life for a more relaxed atmosphere with his friends.

“We weren’t really sure how we should do the seating arrangement”, Yunho explained sheepishly, “technically Jongho-yah and Hongjoong-ah should both be in the front to help with the nausea but we don’t think it’s a good idea since they might get sick again and can’t help each other.”

“I can sit in the back row again”, Jongho said immediately, “I don’t feel sick anymore.”

“That’s very good, Jongho”, Seonghwa placated, shaking his head, “but I agree with Yunho. You already got so sick, we should try to avoid a repeat of that.”

Jongho nodded, too exhausted to discuss this in detail. He knew his overprotective hyungs would do everything to protect him even if there was nothing to protect him from. Also, he wasn’t sure if the motion of the car might set his stomach off again.

“Jjongie can go in the front, with either Mingi or Yunho”, Hongjoong said tiredly and without lifting his head from the seat, “Wooyoung and Yeosang should go in the middle row, we all know that Wooyoungie feels better when he feels like he can escape easily out of the door as soon as we stop. San can go with them. I’ll go in the back with Seonghwa and either Yunho or Mingi. I can take Jongho’s old seat so I’m furthest away from Wooyoungie as possible.”

Jongho couldn’t help but be impressed with their captain. He had put some obvious thought to the seating arrangement, despite still looking in pain and queasy. 

San would be able to help Yeosang calm Wooyoung down should he have another emetophobia-fuelled panic attack. Mingi and Yunho needed the space the front provided. Seonghwa always felt best when helping members so he would go with Hongjoong (though Jongho supposed it was also a slightly selfish longing on the captain’s part, wanting his only hyung close). And Jongho would feel best in the front should the illness return.

The only flaw was that Hongjoong looked all sorts of ashen and green already and Jongho didn’t doubt he would be sick again, no matter if it was motion sickness or food poisoning.

Seonghwa seemed to think along the same lines as Jongho. “Joong-ah, you can’t be serious? I’m sorry to be so frank but you look like you’re about to hurl again and sitting in the back won’t help.”

Hongjoong sighed. “I feel like it too but whatever we do, if this is food poisoning I will be sick again no matter where I sit. Jongho might avoid getting sick again if he is in the front, considering he feels better, and Wooyoungie can’t sit in the back row, no matter how much it was cleaned. I’m sorry that you have to suffer our stupidity, Wooyoungie.”

Wooyoung just silently nodded in thanks, squeezing Yeosang’s hand tightly.

“Alright”, the manager interjected, “let’s get in everybody.”

Seonghwa sighed and helped Hongjoong up, so they could crawl into the back where the captain immediately rested his aching head against the cool window and clutched a plastic bag in his hands. Without looking at Mingi, Yunho jumped into the last empty seat in the back. When Mingi tried to protest he was shushed: “Go sit in the front with our maknae, Mingi-yah, I know you want to be with him. Besides I already had the privilege of not being a sardine in a box.”

Mingi grinned and thanked him before hopping into the front seat and pulling Jongho to sit next to him. Within minutes of exiting the rest stop, Jongho was asleep on his hyung.

⌛

During the drive he vaguely woke up when the car stopped and the members in the back got out of the van but Mingi guided his head back to his shoulder, whispering that he should go back to sleep, Hongjoong was just sick again, but he needed to rest.

It was early in the morning when they arrived at the filming location. Jongho had slept through the rest of the drive, he was told, through Hongjoong getting sick a few times until they arrived.

They had Hongjoong sit out from the filming for an hour or two, letting him sleep curled up in the middle row of the van with a member occasionally checking on him. But when he woke up, claiming to feel much better, he basically begged the manager to film with them and the manager agreed since he hadn’t thrown up since the drive.

When they returned to their dorms a few days later they found the carton of eggs to toss, which mocked them with a best-before date that was still  in the future. 

At least they weren’t to blame.

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Halazia~ San

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 3.2k

Includes- Love making, slow sex, missionary, riding, choking, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"San!", I scream, waving and jumping as the music for Halazia starts

He walks around the stage with the robe on, looking off to the side

Beautiful

Simply beautiful

He starts off the song, singing his lines and goddamn he looks so good

His black hair pushed back off his gorgeous face, that sexy cut in his eyebrow, the clothes that show off his chest and stomach, his beautiful skin peeing through

My boyfriend is a sexy motherfucker

But everyone knows that because he's Choi, San of ATEEZ

He screams sexy

I watch him dance, wiggling his body then moving behind Seonghwa for the move

Seonghwa opens his hands, San coming in between them, his hand out and all of the crowd screams

It's a cool move, surprising me when I watched the video

All the guys leave, just him and Wooyoung singing and dancing on the stage, his necklace flying around his body

I'm proud of the amount of lines he has for this song

It puts him in the limelight where he deserves to be and where ATINYS can hear his beautiful voice more

See his gorgeous body dancing

Moving to the middle again, he blows out, his hands separating and he sings the chorus, body moving at the same time

I'm mesmerized by him

Always am, every time I see him perform

Hell even when he's not performing

I can be mesmerized by him just sitting somewhere spacing out

It's ridiculous

I love him so much it's ridiculous as well

After Mingi's verse, San comes to the front again with Wooyoung and Jongho, singing his heart out

I smile, cheering and singing along

I'm almost never in the crowd and I wanted to be there this time to support him where he could see

He's been glancing at me from time to time during the performance but I know he can't do it a lot

It would be obvious and even though we've been together for three years, it's still a secret to the world

I'm fine with it

I knew we had to be a secret going in and for me it doesn't matter

I love him and as I long as I have him I'm fine

The dance break part comes up and I watch San dance, going hard, all of the crowd screaming the fan chant

San ends the song, singing loudly, all of the members standing and posing

As San stands there, giving a smoldering stare, I unfold and hold up the large poster I brought and scream his name

"San!"

I decided to be extra just like he always is

His eyes move to me, then the poster, reading the message

A smile breaks on his face and he nods, mouthing yes

On the poster I wrote, "San, my future husband, marry me! I'll give you a big shiber plushie! Love, the biggest ATINY"

Then I drew lots of hearts all around it

He's always getting marriage proposals during his vlives and posts on their Instagram and he teases me that one of these days he's gonna take an ATINY up on one

I decided to play around since this is one of the rare times I'm in the crowd and can do something dumb like this

He waves, smiling and doing finger hearts to the crowd

His eyes keep darting back to my sign, laughing every time he sees it

I only put the sign down when they all walk off the stage

Time to go backstage and fangirl over my baby

"Baby!", I squeal, as he picks me up, smothering my face in kisses, "Sannie!"

🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈

"Hi naekkeo. Had fun?", he asks between kisses

"So much fun", I giggle, "You were so good Sannie. So sexy. The best"

"Aww naekkeo", he smiles, before pressing a kiss to my lips

Finally

Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him deeply, loving the feeling of his tongue against mine

When the kiss ends, he leans his forehead against mine

"Sweaty", I giggle

"You love it", he teases

"I do", I laugh

He puts me down, asking, "Let me see that sign you made you crazy girl"

Taking it out of my bag, I hand it to him

He unfolds it, laughing as he reads it

"I wanted to do something crazy and be extra like you"

"It is extra", he agrees, "But..."

But?

There's a but?

Why is there a but?

"But naekkeo, how did you know?", he asks, smiling widely, his adorable dimples on display, his hand going in his pocket

Tilting my head, confused, I ask, "Huh? Know what Sannie?"

He pulls his hand out of his pocket, opening a small box

And there's a freaking ring inside the box

"Uh what?", I ask, so very confused

San just looks at me, kneeling down on one knee and I'm flabbergasted

What the actual fuck is going on?

"How did you know I was going to propose to you today?"

My mouth drops open and I assume I resemble a fish

Not so pretty for a proposal

"I uh...I didn't...I uh...what?"

He just chuckles, "I was going to propose later tonight but after your poster, I couldn't wait"

"This is really happening? Like seriously?"

"Seriously", he laughs, "You know I love you more than anything in this world. You know I adore you. You know you're my everything. My rock, my best friend, my support through everything. The love of my life and I'm so lucky I found you early in life. I knew from the first kiss that you're the one I want for the rest of my life. I know we're young but I don't want to wait naekkeo. Will you marry me?"

I nod, still stunned and so happy at his words

"Yes Sannie. Of course it's yes", I say

His smile widens as he stands up

Taking my hand, he slides the ring on my finger and holy shit, it's beautiful

Perfect

Exactly what I'd pick

"Sannie", I gasp, looking up at him, "It's beautiful. I love you so fucking much"

Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him hard, pouring all my love into the kiss

His arms wrap around me, kissing me deeper, holding my body against his

The kiss turns heated, our tongues playing with each other's, my fingers playing with his strands of hair at the back of his neck

He bends a little, hands on my thighs, easily picking me up, my legs wrapping around him

I move my kisses to his neck as he turns and leaves the viewing room

"Well there they go", Wooyoung says

"Oh shush, they just got engaged. Let them have this one time", Yeosang says, "Joong don't have a panic attack this time"

"Easy for you to say", Joong grumbles

"You won't", his girlfriend says, "Cause we're fucking too. Let's go"

"Ok", Hongjoong agrees right away

I laugh in San's neck at the interaction

Hongjoong's girlfriend knows exactly what to do or say to keep him calm which is good or Hongjoong would have had several heart attacks without her

San carries me down the hall and into a vacant dressing room

Kicking the door closed, he lays us down on the couch, his lips back against mine

Moving my arms around him, I pull the tie that holds the sash on his jacket open

Pulling it off, he moves back so I can open his jacket

"One button?", I ask, raising my eyebrow, "One button is holding this jacket closed?"

He smirks, nodding

I pop the button open, his muscular chest and abs hitting me in the face

Lots of ATINYS get to see him but only I get to touch

And touch him I will

Looking into his gorgeous brown eyes, I slowly push the jacket off his, his arm muscles bulging and turning me on more

Once that's off, I place my hands on his chest, slowly moving them on his skin, down the sides of his body, his eyes closing as he bites his lip

He loves being touched as he's an extremely affectionate person

I never was affectionate, not liking to give it or recieve it

I never wanted to be touched or hugged unless it was during sex

But with San, I live for it

I crave his hands on me, his arms around me, his hand in mine, his fingers playing with my hair, his kisses, his love

I need it

I've had it and I can't live without it anymore

I get to his pants, opening the button and zipper, sliding them down his body as far as I can

He stands, getting out of his clothes and I just stare at him, admiring him, oogling him

Naked San is a beautiful sight

Naked San with a hard on is even better

He smirks, moving back to me, his hands working quickly to get me naked

"So fucking beautiful", he murmurs, his eyes on me, "So perfect. My perfect naekkeo"

"My perfect Sannie", I say, "You're perfect baby. My perfect everything. I love you so much"

"I love you naekkeo. More than anything"

I smile at him, knowing that he loves me just as much as Iove him

He moves my legs around his waist, leaning down, his lips pressing against mine

Moving my arms back around his body, I hold him against me as he pushes inside me, stretching me around him

I sigh in happiness against his lips, loving the feel of him opening me wide

I take him easily, him bottoming out in seconds, big cock buried so deep inside

Shivering against him, his arm moves around me, cock pulling back

He rolls his hips forward, his length plunging deep into me, hitting my spot that he can find within one thrust

No one has ever hit that spot other than San

I almost thought I didn't have one until the first time we had sex

I was so fucking surprised it was there, he got it and it felt incredible

Since then he makes sure he pleasures me there every time

He moves slowly, thrusting deeply every move, intense pleasure filling my body

He moves to his knees, his cock still entering me at a slow rate, his force increasing slowly

His hand moves to my clit, thumb playing and I moan from the increased bliss

"So wet", he murmurs, my cunt flooding his cock, "My pretty tight pussy. My beautiful naekkeo"

His eyes roam my body, as he fucks me slowly, his free hand running all over my skin

My skin trembles under his fingers tips, a completely sexy laugh coming from his lips

"Baby's sensitive?"

I nod, loving every second his fingers touch me

His hand moves around my boob as he leans over, his tongue running over my nipple, sending shivers up my spine

"Pretty nipples so hard for me", he murmurs, his mouth wrapping around my other nipple, sucking softly

"Oh god, Sannie!", I cry, unbelievable pleasure crashing over me as I cum around his thrusting cock, "San"

He groans into my nipple, fucking me through my orgasm

When it's over, I open my eyes I didn't know I closed, finding San's eyes looking up at me

I know he loves watching me cum

He's said it turns him on

I was shy about it at first but now I don't care

I love watching him cum too so I know what he's feeling

Pulling off my nipple, he sits back up, cock not stopping as he moves inside me

His fingers play with my clit faster as he says, "So fucking stunning when you cum. I wanna see it again"

"Mmm", I hum, not minding another orgasm

"I wanna see your cream coat my cock, your hole strain around my cock, want to see your body shake, hear you call my name", he says, "Need to see it"

His free hand moves from my boob to wrap lightly around my neck and I get so excited

"Look at you", he murmurs, "Cunt getting so tight just from my hand around your neck. Do I even need to squeeze to get you to cum?"

"Want it", I moan, the steady pleasure of his cock against my spot, his fingers on my clit increasing with with every thrust and flick

"Beg for it"

"Please Sannie, want you to choke me. Please baby, it feels so good. I need it"

The lust mixed with love in his eyes is beautiful and addicting

He consumes me and I willingly let it happen

I want it to happen

His hand squeezes, cutting off my air

I instantly clench around him, the feel of his cock dragging in and out of my cunt intensifying, sending bliss down my spine

He lets go and I breath in, my body relaxing

"Fuck, you're pussy gets unbelievably tight when I choke you. Feels fucking amazing"

I know that and I'm actually surprised he hasn't gone feral yet and isn't fucking me into the couch

He's still going slow, controlling himself

"Does it?", I ask, his eyebrow raising in a question, "You're still moving slowly, not uh...like you normally do when you choke me"

He just smiles, "Because I'm making love to you naekkeo. I want to go slow, I want to feel all of you, want to experience your orgasms fully. But just because I'm making love to you doesn't mean it has to be boring"

I feel my cheeks blush at his words

I absolutely love that he's making love to me

San is usually wild, hard, fast when it comes to sex, only making love a handful of times, so when it happens it's special

"Do you want it fast?"

I shake my head, "No Sannie. I love it like this"

He nods, his hand around my neck again, "Ready?"

I nod and he squeezes, everything heightening again

So good

All too soon he lets go again and I whine

"What baby? What do you want?", he teases

"Wanna cum like that", I whine

"Do you now?", he smirks

I nod, "Please Sannie. Make me cum all over your big cock like that"

He nods, "I fucking will naekkeo"

He chokes me and the way his cock fucks into me, the rub of my clit makes me snap, out of this world ecstacy taking over

His hand squeezes harder, his eyes watching me intensely, his mouth slightly open as his moan filters through the buzzing in my head

My brain shuts off and I just feel, letting the bliss run through my veins

His hand moves off me when I finish, his hard breathing filling my ears

"Fuck naekkeo. Soaked me so much"

"Huh?", I ask, still coming back from the fog

"You squirted so fucking much. I've never seen so much juice come from you before. Did it feel good?"

"Amazing", I answer

"Felt that way for me too"

"Did you cum?", I ask

He shakes his head, "I wanted to give one you more"

I nod, struggling to sit up

He helps me asking me what I'm doing

"Riding you, so lay down", I answer

He lays on his back, helping me get on top of him

I straddle him, moving his head right to my hole

I sit down, taking his whole cock in one move

"Naekkeo fuck", he moans, his hands gripping my hips, "Fuck, I love being inside you"

"Mmm", I moan, grinding on his cock, feeling his head rub my spot again and again, so much pleasure running through me already, "Love having your cock inside me baby"

"Show me how much naekkeo"

I nod, slowly sliding up his thick cock

"God, so much cream baby. You're leaking so much, making a huge mess"

Sliding back down, I take him all in again, feeling him hit deeply

"You know I love making a mess on your cock", I tell him

He nods, "I know baby. I love seeing it"

I bounce again, slowly, leaning back on his legs, "Fuck I could bounce on this cock all day"

He nods, his eyes on us

"Like watching my pussy take your cock huh?"

"Love it. You're pretty hole opens so much for me, you're pretty lips spreading wide. It's so pretty and feels so fucking good"

"Glad you like it baby", I say, continuing to ride him slowly, switching between rocking on his cock and bouncing, "You're always so hard for me, always feel so good"

"Want you to feel good", he pants, "Love your pussy coming on me"

"Is that what you want?", I ask, feeling myself getting close

He nods, "Yes naekkeo. Want you to cum around my cock"

"If I do, I want you to cum inside me"

"I will", he assures me

"Are you sure?"

He nods, "Want to fill your cunt so bad"

Bouncing down, I grind against his head, moaning his name as I cum for the third time

"Oh god baby", he moans, watching me as bliss crashes on me

"Fill my pussy", I whine

Almost immediately his cock throbs, hot cum spilling and filling me perfectly

"Joanne, oh fuck"

"Yes Sannie. Sannie", I call, still rocking on his perfect cock

As the pleasure fades, I look down at him, his eyes closed, chest heaving, his body glistening in sweat

Stunning

Moving off his dick, I lay on top of him, his arms wrapping around me

"I love you so fucking much", he says, kissing my forehead

"I love you so much Sannie. Always"

"Always", he repeats

His hand moves into my hair, playing with the strands

"Just a few minutes to relax", he breathes, "Then we have to go"

I nod, cuddling into him, "Ok baby"

"Alright"

After a few minutes, we get up and get dressed, heading back to the viewing room

"Oh you're back", Wooyoung smirks

"Shut up", San snaps, "Like you don't go to be with your girlfriend every second you get"

"Hongjoong isn't back yet. You guys were quick", Wooyoung teases

San is about to say something when Wooyoung's girlfriend calls him, "Woo, come here and stop it. Leave them alone"

He pouts at her, making her laugh as he walks to her

"My pouty baby", she says, kissing his cheek, pulling him into a hug and he completely melts

"How long before they get married?", I laugh

"Knowing him, he'd have married her already if they didn't just get together"

I smile watching them, happy that Woo and all the guys have someone they love and who love them like San and I do

"By the way", San says, and I look at him, "I'm so fucking excited to marry you"

I giggle, "I'm so fucking excited to marry you"

"Not on my date", Yunho says as he passes us with his fiance, "We already picked a wedding day and I call dibs"

San rolls his eyes, "Alright, relax. Just tell us the day and we'll pick another"

Yunho nods, his fiance pulling him behind her, "Leave them alone Yunnie. Let them have their day before you start the wedding competition"

"It's not a competition jagi", he whines, making me and San laugh

San pulls me to him, holding me in his arms

"Your apartment this time?"

I nod, "Too many people at the dorm"

"Or none depending if they guys go to their girl's apartment"

I snort, "You never know with all of them"

He laughs, nodding

"You know", I say, "Since we're gonna get married....maybe...you should move in with me"

His eyes widen, "Really? You'd want me to live with you?"

"Of course Sannie"

He nods, "Yeah naekkeo, I want to"

I smile, "Ok baby. We'll get boxes and move you in"

"Great", he smiles, "I love you"

"I love you Sannie", I say and his lips meet mine in a soft loving kiss

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Soft Boy San Head Canon

Prompt List               MasterList         Buy me a Coffee

- He’s so cuddly, he’s constantly wrapped around you smothering you with cuddles and kisses.

- When he’s not able to smother you he’ll settle for holding your hand or having an arm around you.

- Constantly praising you, both over big achievements or tiny things. You could do so much as breathe and he’s like “Yay, you’re amazing I love you so much!”

- He’ll love when you play with his hair, doing so much as running your fingers through his hair will send him to sleep, and if you have the audacity to stop he’ll pout and nudge his head against your hand for you to keep going.

- He’d love to cook with you, mostly baking. He’d be the best assistant getting everything you need and measuring them for you and would get way to excited to decorate once everything is baked. You better give him that spoon to lick when you’re done with it!

- Give this man all the cheek and forehead kisses. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, if you grab his face and kiss him on the cheek or forehead he’ll melt into your arms in an instant.

- After being away he’ll always come back with a new stuffed animal for you, the size will vary each time but he always remembers to bring you one and the excuse will always be “It made me think of you.” or “I thought it was so cute so I had to get it for you.”

- For special occasions his gifts will be very well thought out, like he’s been planning it for months. The gifts will be something that either reminds you of him, a meaningful moment in your relationship or simply something he knows you’ve had you eye on for ages. He’ll keep mental notes all year round of the stuff you point out that you like and will note it down as a potential gift.

- He’ll get so pouty over the smallest things. You don’t want to share a bite of your food *Pout*. You don’t agree with him over a movie to watch *Pout*. You’ll always give in to his pouty lips and big puppy eyes.

- His pet name for you would be Baby, and if he’s especially soft he’ll say it in the cutest way possible and would puff his cheeks just to emphasise his cuteness.

- Having a bad day will vary with San. If he’s had a really bad day he’d probably like to be left alone for a while to get his head straight so he doesn’t risk snapping at you, but other bad days he’ll come up to you with a sad look on his face and arms open wanting only to be held by you and you play with his hair and give him small kisses.

- He’s always looking for ways to get you to smile whether it be with big gestures or small ones, your smile is what brightens his day the most so he make it his daily mission.

- You’d be one of the very few people he’d let look after Shiber. When he goes away he’ll leave Shiber with you to keep you company and remind you of him.

- He’ll always look at you like you’re his whole world, because you are. 

- If you’re feeling self conscious over anything he will immediately give you an EXTENSIVE list of everything he loves about you and why, so free up your day because you’ll be there a while.

- He’ll blush at every compliment you give him, big or small, and every compliment you give him he’ll remember and would play them back in his head when he needs reassurance when you’re not around.

- He’ll always check in on you and make sure you’ve eaten and if you’re feeling okay. If you just so happen to tell him you’re feeling under the weather he’ll drop anything and everything he’s doing and come straight to you with food, medicine and loads of cuddles.

- When he’s tired he’ll be even more cuddly (like that even possible) he wouldn’t want to be even an inch away from you, he’ll follow you around the house and give you sweet back hugs when you stop as he buries his face in your neck.

- Expect to fall asleep with his limbs wrapped around you and good luck escaping him. You do so much as move out of his hold in your sleep, he’ll straight away pull you back in close to him.

- Overall, San is the biggest fluffball you will ever meet 

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The Eight Evil Thoughts // OT8

Part 3: Envy

You were a firm believer that when you died you were bound to go to heaven…but what happens when you get casted straight down to hell. Before kneeling before the most famous evil thought/leader you run into the other evil thoughts along the way.

“Never underestimate the power of jealousy

and the power of envy to destroy.

Never underestimate that.” - Oliver Stone

🏔️ Pair: Reader x ????

🏔️Genre: Angst, Thriller, Possible Yandere, Suggestive, Slight Religion Talk, Cursing

🏔️Word Count: 4.1k

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Tossing the apple in the air you continue your journey within the labryinth. Deciding to just give up you sit on the ground. Leaves crunching underneath you as you sit. Tossing your loser apple in the air to help pass the time. While trying to come up with any thoughts of how you are going to get out of here. Your last two visits, Mingi and Jongho, were a complete bust.

“I have to pass the rest of these. There is no room for failure now.”

Exhaustion slowly starts to take over you, eyes shutting while you grip the apple Jongho chucked at you. The apple felt like the only thing keeping you grounded like everything was a fever dream, the apple was your reality check, that it all was happening. This was all real.

Letting your thoughts come to a screeching halt you drift off. Sleep now fully consuming your body, a belly full of the apples from Jonghos orchard.

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You feel a wet soft object touch your face. The wetness throws you off, eyes flashing open ready to fend off what or whoever is deciding to disrupt your sleep. You move quickly to sit up, hand clutching the apple tightly.

Right before you is a small light brown dog with small white dots for eyebrows, its underside is completely white while its top half is a caramel brown color. Eyeing it closer…you are hesitant but hold your hand out so it can sniff you. Nudging its head forward in your hand like it’s signaling you to pet it. You decide to run your hand over the top of the dogs head, shocked completely that this dog, cute and innocent looking, would be down here in a place like this.

Tucking your apple into your side so the dog wouldn’t eat it. You bring your other hand up, squishing the dogs face together while petting it.

“Well how are you good boy? Who’s a good boy?” You repeat while cooing at the animal in front of you that looks so happy. Checking to see if the dog belongs to anyone you pull at the small collar around the dogs neck.

“Shiber?”

The dogs ears perk up at its name being called.

“Are you Shiber? Well, aren't you adorable Shiber!”

Continuing to coo at the cute dog in front of you. Rubbing its belly, the dog was just a big ball of love. This felt like the most human thing, the most normal interaction you had since you’ve been down here. Nothing was off about the dog; it looked like a normal dog. Getting lost in the affection and love for the dog. You hear a whistling noise. Shibers ears perk up. Assuming that this was the owner signaling for the dog to return, you brush your hand across the dogs head one more time.

“Come on boy, let's find your owner.”

Brushing your pants off while standing up, grabbing the apple. You notice Shiber is wagging its tail excitedly.

“Show me that way. Let’s go boy!.”

The dog happily starts trailing in front of you. Taking you through a heavily wooded area. It’s like you are on the edge of the woods. Nothing but dark trees and dead leaves are all that’s around you. Worried, you start to slow down. Shibber senses you aren’t walking anymore. Turning around to look at you he lets out a small bark.

“No can do buddy. I’ve had my share of scary places already.”

Letting out a small whimper noise giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen.

“No. No. No…please come on. Don’t do this to me.” You whine out to the dog, the eyes tugging at your heart.

“Don’t do this please. You don’t understand the days I’ve had down here. Come on..!”

You whine to the dog who is proceeding to let out sad whimpers at you. Ears laying flat on his head head. Big sad eyes looking up at you. Letting out a groan you proceed forward.

Dead branches smacking you in the face, dead leaves in your hair, trying to not stumble on the dead roots on the ground. Putting so much focus into trying not to injure yourself you realize you have made it to the edge of the wooded area. Picking the dead leaves out of your hair with frustration.

“You know this is against my morals!”

You look down, eyeing the dog. Letting out a small groan of frustration. You decide to look around at your new surroundings.

“Wow…”

You are rendered speechless. You are surrounded by small house like pets from dogs all the way to small goldfish.

“It’s like a pet store here..”

You think out loud, still stunned by what is all in front of you almost missing the whistling noise that sounds off. This time it is much closer to you. Shiber nudges his head against your ankle knocking you out of your awe like state, looking down you rub your hand over his head.

“Alright boy, lead the way.”

Giving the dog a small smile, proceeding to follow behind him. Passing by so many animals…You had never seen so many animals in your life it was like being in a small zoo. Birds, fish, cats, you had even seen a snake just hanging out in a tree looking like it was resting. Following aimlessly behind this dog, it was like your feet were on auto pilot again. Everything was so amazing to you, you were being wrapped into the scenery.

“Ah..Shiber I see you’ve brought company!”

Coming to a screeching halt, body completely freezing, whipping your head to look at the person in front of you. His features were sharp, with a big brightening dimpled smile, about the same height as Jongho, and solid gold eyes, no pupil.

Shiber makes his way towards the young man before you. Rubbing his head against the mans pants leg. Wagging his tail excitingly. You knew right away this was his owner. He had such a comforting aurora but that ick like feeling was scratching at the back of your head. Screaming in warning but yet you could not fight the feeling you got seeing this solid gold eye man grin at you.

“I’- I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to enter your space without permission…I just wanted to make sure h-he got back to his owner…”

You say silently while letting a small smile creep on your face…eyeing the man closely.

“Nonsense! You are fine. Shiber has a tendency to play by his own rules, don’t you Shiber?”

He says while rubbing behind the dogs ears. You feel a sudden ick, upset he’s showing so much love and attention towards the dog yet you try to shake that feeling. He looks at the dog with so much love. You find it hard to believe a sweet man like this could be trapped down here. Yet you are still on guard, trying not to fall into any traps set up for you. You cannot afford to fail again.

“Are all these animals..yours?”

Letting another big dimple smile across his face he looks up at you, solid gold eyes boring into your own. Your brain is on high alert, it’s like it is screaming once again at you to get out of there but the way this man is smiling at you it’s hard to leave. Your heart is persuading you to stay. Your body feeling insecure the more he looks at you yet so fulfilled that he’s even glancing your way.

“Why yes they are! Have you taken a look around at them? If not, you should! They are the most gorgeous animals you’ll ever see.”

Getting lost in his smile you shake your head in a nodding motion. At a loss for words, there is so much you want to say but it’s like you are short circuiting. Feeling something brush against your leg, you look down. It’s by far the cutest cat you’ve ever seen.

“That’s Byeol, she’s quite friendly.”

Squinting slightly you see in the left eye of the man his solid gold eye is starting to slightly turn a green like color. Your brain now feels like it’s sounding off an alarm, bells, whistles are going off in your head yet you can’t get your body to move your heart is swooned. Bending down you rub your hand over the cats back. Shocked by how soft she is.

“Wow! She’s so soft! You must take very good care of her!”

He lets out a small laugh. This left eye slowly goes back to being fully gold. A big smile appears on his face, blush dusting his cheeks. He kicks slightly at the grass in a shy manner. Slightly shrugging his shoulders.

“I mean yea..I try.”

Smiling brightly through every word he says. Byeol and Shiber both seem to really like you. His eye once again starts slightly turning green. Feeling goosebumps litter your spine. Your brain once again feels like it’s yelling at you, calling you an idiot.

Bending down now fully crouching to scratch the cat, the apple Jongho threw at you falls out of your pocket, rolling right in front of the mans feet.

That’s when you hear it. The scribbling noise. You heard it with Mingi, you heard it with Jongho, now you are hearing it with this man. Slowly moving your hand off of the cat. You look up at the dimpled man before you. Cautiously standing up from your crouching position, noticing that one of his eyes is fully green. Standing fully..leaving the cat fully purring below you, walking in between your feet.

“You are one of them…. aren’t you?”

The man is just staring hard at the apple on the ground. Staring at it so hard you would think he could light it on fire just by his gaze.

“Where did you get this?”

Your eyes grow slightly in size. His voice sounds nothing like how it sounded just moments ago. He lets out a low chuckle. Suddenly it feels like everything around you had froze, the cat no longer is purring below you. Out of your peripheral vision you see Shiber whimpering with his ears close to his head like he is afraid. A sinister smile graces his face.

“Where did you get this apple?”

Now fully scared you slowly back away..putting as much distance between you and the mystery man as you can. Eyes darting around looking for any sign of what the name to this man could be. Whoever he is has had no effect on you so he must not be as powerful as the others you’ve come across. Eyes still dancing around you glance back towards Shiber. There it is! There is a board with his name on it. Slightly stretching your neck to see the name.

“I’m going to ask once more…and once more only…Where did you get this apple?”

Nervously you bite your lip. Goosebumps are now littering your whole body. Fight or flight is now in full gear. You could just turn around, run away but you are too frightened to move. Fear is nipping away at you. Everything is still so still, so quiet around you. All the animals you had been hearing earlier are no longer making any noise, like they never existed. Shrinking back into standing up straight, as curious as you are to figure out who he is, your body is quivering with anxiety which is taking over.

“From Jongho…”

You say through a whisper.

The man lets out a sick cackle. One eye is now fully dark green while the other is sparkling gold. His grip on the apple now is so tight you see his knuckles are now turning white. He’s now laughing so hard he’s bent over his face almost touching his knees like he is caving in on himself.

“Can you just give the apple back to me please..?”

Continuing his hysterical laughter, gold and green tears are running down his face, smacking the ground. One hand on his chest like he’s trying to catch his breath. You can almost taste the uneasiness, the ick now running up your spine.

“Sir please..I just want it back..”

You slightly take a step towards him, hand slowly coming out to pat his back, to show him you mean no harm and you are here for peace, no other problems.

“You want your filthy apple…he’s never once given me an apple. He’s never even let me in the orchard so you tell me..what makes you so special?”

He whispers through a raspy voice. Full on standing up, you swore he had grown in height. Jerking his body back, catching your hand before it can even grace his body.

“What makes you so special huh?! What do you have that I don’t?! You think I want your stupid apple?!”

“I-..I don’t..it’s not..it’s nothin-.”

“I’ve been down here with him since forever! I’ve asked to go multiple times, no invite and here you show up, getting to frolic through the orchard!”

“Please the apple..I just want it back”

You step back now noticing both eyes are pouring with tears. It’s like whiplash with him. He’s a whole different person than he was moments ago. It’s reminding you of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, two sided coin. No longer having the bright smile grace his face. Green and gold tear stains are littered across him, eyes holding so much insecurity, pain, and hurt. Holding out the apple in his hand, locking eye contact with you.

“If I can’t have it…no one can!”

He closes his hand in a tight fist causing the apple to burst. Apple chunks fly everywhere, some smacking your lower legs, other pieces flying towards Shiber who was as still as a statue. That’s when you felt it. The feeling of jealousy pins your body. It comes in palpitations, your heart feels like it’s going to turn sour. Letting out a shriek.

“How could you do this!? You insecure asshole! You couldn’t handle the fact he gave the apple to me and not to you?! But you knew of him prior I had to wander to find him! You had it all laid out for you! Look around you have everything that I want! It’s perfect here!”

Falling on your knees. Throwing your hands over your mouth. Eyes growing in shock you can’t believe you even had said that.

Silence is all you hear.

Before your eyes can rake their way up to look at the two colored eye man…you spot the board with the gold encrusted writing.

Envy.

Eyes growing wide once again.

“Green with envy.”

Your eyes flicker up to his face. He looks down upon you. Like you’re scum, like you are the small thing in this world built up of garbage. Green eye piercing your soul, or what’s left of it. Cause as you know your humanity is slipping right through your fingers, into his hands.

“That’s why your eye turns green, right? I’m sure you’ve heard of that saying before. I’m green with envy.”

Gritting his teeth, jaw tense, his arms are at his side, apple juice dripping off his hands. The waft of envy was rolling off of him. He resented you, even though he looked down at you like you were worthless you still could feel the heat radiating off of him. Watching his eye twitch at you quoting the famous saying is what flooded your ego.

“You sit here tending to your animals all day. Crying about not having an apple. A stupid rotten apple that someone you know gave me. You have nothing but luxury here. I’ve been wandering around for God knows how many days, barely making it, barely surviving. Yet here you are crying to me about what you don’t have. You have everything here! You have the dog! You had my fucking apple that your insecure ass decided to combust, you have I’m sure every animal that was on Noah’s fucking ark here. Yet you are crying about a damn apple!”

Chest heaving from the yelling you just did…sweat beading down the sides of your temples. You brush off your pants, standing up. Not even sparing him a glance, turning around you start to walk towards the entrance you came from.

“You sound so insecure…jealous of what I have…dare to say I’m getting into your head?”

You feel it…You feel the envy snipping at your bones, the insecurity trying to seep into you. Everything you lacked this man had. His looks, this scenery…He had everything yet he was envious of an apple. The emotion now was feeling so strong…Like being in the middle of a tidal wave, your brain and heart were constantly knocking against each other. Biting your lip you keep your mouth shut, continuing to walk. You know he is just trying to provoke you, get into your head, stroke his own ego. You were not going to give him that luxury.

“San! That’s my name sweetheart!”

Deciding to cover your ears with your hands, the more he talked the more you felt the emotion running its course through your veins. Painfully you feel it, trying to remain strong. The feeling now is hollowing itself in your body. Pain surges through the back of your head, the same feeling when Mingi had his hand on the top of your head. It feels like someone is splitting you open from the top down, your knees start to get weak. Legs slowly are giving out. Trying to walk as fast as you can, the edge of the woods is in plain view. Your legs don’t feel like they can carry you much anymore, dropping to your knees, falling into the dirt below.

Gripping the back of your head, the pressure being unbearable. You try to remain on all fours, attempting to crawl your way to the edge of the woods. You feel a weight on your lower back, your whole body knocks to the ground. Wincing as your body makes full contact with the dirt.

“You think you’d turn your back and just walk away from me?”

Removing the foot he had on your back to under your stomach, flipping you over so you are face side up. His smile is huge, something like the Cheshire Cat. Dimples on full display yet one of his eyes is still green. He looks so angelic, yet you’ve seen the act he had just put on so you know it is too good to be true. Squatting down so he can get closer to you. He grabs your face in his hands. The envy feeling in your body spikes. The feeling makes you sick, like you have too puke. He has a pout on his face.

“I know you feel it in your body. I can smell it on you.”

He inhales deeply.

“You think you are above me? You're the bigger person by walking away? Sweetheart…It’s already consumed you.”

Both of his hands grab the front of your shirt pulling you up right. Disgusted by his actions yet your body is so weak you can’t pull away. Your face scrunched. You continue to keep your mouth shut. Trying to put all your focus on trying your best not to feel the jealousy nip at you.

“I must admit tho…you are kinda cute. I like them stubborn. It makes it all the more fun to rile up. Like a ticking time bomb, you blow up. Like a stick of dynamite! You take time to set off but boy oh boy when you do…”

“…I could just spit on you.”

A smile graces his face once again. He’s amused by your comeback. It’s like a game to him, cat and mouse. He’s the predator, you are his prey. His gaze is so intense, your body is in a high panic, you try to remain calm on the outside, inside you are shaking, terrified.

“By all means please do.”

A smirk gazes across his face. Opening his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Like he’s poking fun at you. Mocking you. Gritting your teeth you clamp your mouth shut. His eyes are so cat-like, so intense. He’s so gorgeous, it makes you insecure, sickly upset. Dimpled smile grazing across his face again.

“What? No treat for me? How rude.”

He says while fully standing up from his squatting position. Pulling you fully upright. He stands behind you gripping your shirt, starting to drag you off. You try to shake out of his grip.

“Hey! Hey! What are you doing with me?! Let go!”

Trying to muster up all the strength you have left but he’s so strong. He’s pulling you away from the woods. Dirt gathering underneath you.

“You know I can see why Jongho took pity on you. You are very enticing! Like a surprise box, you never know what to get but I see the appeal from you now. He always was one for the kinder hearts. He’s a sick man if I do say so myself.” He silently chuckles to himself. Face still beaming with his dimpled smile.

You stop thrashing trying to get out of his hold. Pity? Pity? How in the hell did Jongho have pity on you? Dealing with Jongho was like its own personal hell.

“He knew you were coming to see me next so he tried to prepare you! Can you believe that?! He’s been down here since before time yet he’s still so faint at heart. You almost got away with it too! Ooo it’s so exciting to say that!”

You can hear the chipper tone in his voice. You can feel true excitement rolling off of him. This man was insane, you were convinced, he was so two sided.

“If that apple hadn’t rolled out your pocket. You would’ve almost overcome me! You were so close. What was it like almost tasting victory? Ah..I’m so jealous! You almost had it too!”

You feel bile crawling up your throat at those words “You were so close.” Nausea starts to swim through you. Resentment fills your heart, that’s all you feel towards San.. You can’t believe that he is now the cause of you failing. You are disgusted with yourself, hurt, let down.

“You know resentment is a feeling of envy! They both go hand in hand.”

Your eyes grow wide, confused if you had spoken your thoughts out loud or if he was a mind reader.

“No, no. I’m no mind reader, don’t you worry about that sweetheart!”

The hairs on your body stand up. Terror fills you, he can read minds. He hears your thoughts. You try to think of anything to get your mind off of what you’ve been thinking. Trying to focus hard on any random object. You try to set your focus on the ground, the dirt, anything. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize he had stopped dragging you. Too afraid to look behind you to see where he had led you. Your hands quiver in fear, sweat is beading down your body, lips raw from biting the skin off of them.

He squats down in front of you, wanting to be eye to eye with you. Wicked grin plastered on his face. One eye is still green while the other is gold. Feeling a soft cool breeze hit your back, your skin is covered with more goosebumps. So many emotions are crawling all over you. Trying to penetrate your skin by the only one that pierces you is fear. The fear of not knowing what’s behind you, the fear of what he’s going to do to you, the fear of not knowing, the fear of it all.

“I hope you can swim.”

“Wait wha-.”

He shoves you with full strength, falling backwards into water, surely he has bruised your skin with the shove. You can swim yet you are sinking it feels like you are anchored down, drowning. Water is filling your lungs, the burning sensation takes over. Your lungs feel like they are on fire. Is this the cost of failing? Dying all over again? Dying a painful death? A painful memorable death?

Life must be making a mockery out of you cause all you can see as you sink deeper into the dark water is Sans face smiling brightly at you while standing on the edge of the water like he’s just won a prize. There it was again that feeling of resentment and envy. This is what feels like to be consumed by such an emotion. Accepting your fate you close your eyes and let the darkness consume you.

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Authors Note: I’m so sorry it took me a while to post part 3. When I tell you school has been occupying so much of my time. This week is my last week before winter break so I’ll be able to put out part 4 on time! Besides that well…What are our thoughts👀👀? San was interesting to write for. I think I revealed quite a lot in this part. Its kinda revealed in the form of “If you read between the lines well enough you should be able to piece things together.” I can’t wait to hear y’all thoughts on this chapter!

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[mazeinthemiroh]

Remember San's lost plushie, Shiber? The one that went missing on cleaning day?

It happened again- you don't know how, but you're pretty sure it's gone for good.

The only solution to avoid a distraught and heartbroken Sannie? Buy an exact copy and hope he doesn't notice the difference. (He does 🥺)

the fact i've had the same situation when i was younger 💀 PLUSHIES ARE PRECIOUS OKAY??

the things you do for this man, istg...

you basically went on a speedrun to warn the other members about this whole situation. "have you seen shiber? you haven't?? where tf is it????" ofc they all try and help you find it, but to no avail.

shiber is gone.

you feel very much distraught because you KNOW that plushie means a lot to your soft bf. the only thing you can think of is to buy him a new one.

so you go to the ends of the earth trying to get the exact same plushie ASAP. and when it finally arrives, you pretend you have found the old one it and present it excitedly to sannie.

he smiles widely, then it falters. abd you cab see in his eyes that he knows it's not his shiber. he just knows.

but he'll kiss you and thank you, because he's so greatful that you care so much for him, enough to do all of this and go through such trouble all for his precious plushie.

but everyone is on the look at for the original shiber until he is found again :(

#san #choi san #ateez soft hours #soft hours #soft thoughts

[absentcaryatid]

Caught in San's Bed

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

San catches the reader in his bed with another, Wooyoung appreciates his friend being so understanding.

376 words, Content note: gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns used for reader, mild illness, food mention, vomit reference but not occurring in the story

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You knew you were helping the one in your arms cheat on San, in his own bed even, and yet you could not bring yourself to care in the moment. Tired and sweaty, you clung together and began to drift off.

An unknown amount of time later San came into the room and was surprised to see you two entwined. “You horndog,” he softly exclaimed. Stepping closer, he swept the damp bangs off your forehead then crept back out as quietly as he was able. Finding Wooyoung he reported, “Your hot partner did not go home after all.”

Wooyoung looked up, surprised in multiple ways. “Didn’t know you found them attractive.”

San smiled, “Not like that, good looking as they are, but I just discovered them cuddled up with Shiber in my bed. Running a fever too, so you should get some drinks and plain food while I see what we have in the medicine cabinet to bring a temperature down.”

“You are very understanding, San.”

He shrugged. “It won’t be the first time my stuffed animal has had to go through the wash. Sweat will come out easy enough and if it gives them comfort it is worth it. But, I draw the line at puking. That starts up and Shiber will be rescued. Nobody is going to burn my baby with stomach acid,” he declared with vehemence.

“Pretty sure my beloved would agree with you if they were well enough to discuss it. They have quite a pile of friends in their own bed. It is no wonder they sought yours when feeling low. Thank you for being so generous about it,” Wooyoung added.

“I assume you will be giving me your own bed while you take the couch tonight.”

Wooyoung nodded. “Yes, of course, only fair.”

San looked at his friend. “You like them a lot don’t you?”

“I do. Even the chance to care for them while sick makes my heart happy.”

Watching the glow of Wooyoung’s face while speaking, San could tell it was true and he hoped for his own chance to take care of a loved one some day in the future. For now though, he was content with Shiber, even if Shiber was not always loyal to him.

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Masterlist

#ATEEZ Fanfic #Kpop Fanfic #Wooyoung x Reader #diverseinsertknet #gender neutral reader #They/Them pronouns used for reader #Shiber #Shiber is my favorite member of ATEEZ #San #Wooyoung

[kpoplilpotato]

Lost Soul (xlvii) ☯︎︎ (ATEEZ)

Lost Soul (xlvii) ☯︎︎ (ATEEZ)

PAIRING: Yunho x Ji Ah

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

GENRE: fantasy+pirate au; romance; mystery; adventure; action; angst; gore; mythology

<- 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 \\ 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 ->

 “Bloody hell…” You heard Mingi grumble under his voice. He quickly rushed up the quarter deck as he pulled out his [handheld] telescope. He looked through the smaller side to try and get a better look at the opposing ship.

“They're loading their cannons already!” He yelled out. Closing his telescope and placing it back down in his holster as he stood in front of the crew. 

“Man your stations! Prepare for battle!” He yelled, looking at everyone continuously running up and down the cargo access. “Hyung!” He called out for Hongjoong who quickly went up the stairs to stand next to Mingi.

“There’s nowhere for us to escape to, we’re coming close to the rocks surrounding Hydrthis,” He told the one-eyed male. The shorter male frowned as he looked ahead towards the horizon as he could see them in the distance. 

“Then we have no choice,” He said, turning to look at you with an emotionless gaze. You furrowed your brows as you. “You can’t be serious! You must’ve gone delusional!” You yelled at him, running up the stairs.

You stood in front of him, mixed emotions flowing through you right now. “If getting to Hydrthis helps you remember your childhood, then as your captain, I must help you,” He said as he rubbed your shoulder gently.

You shook your head, tears filling your eyes. “We’ll lose Treasure,” You told him. It was quiet for a minute at your obvious statement, but he only chuckled and spoke. “I don’t mind,” He smiled, looking at you and how you were in complete disbelief.

You shook your head as you backed away from him, his hand dropping back to his side. You looked at him with tears trickling down your face before running back to the busy men on the main deck.

“Captain, we may have to set a few of our weakest mates on the long boats and have them quickly row to Hydrthis,” Mingi said, finally speaking up after the quick, but tense, conversation you and he had.

He turned and looked at the taller male before nodding his head. “Be quick,” Hongjoong told him, nodding his head and running back to get some of the others safely in the long boats and journey to Hydrthis. 

“San, Seonghwa! Grab some of your needed things and get out here!” Mingi yelled as he bursted through their room, watching them already packing up things in sacks. 

“We’re coming!” Seonghwa yelled back, grabbing onto San who was also done and had Shiber in his arms. They ran to one of the long boats and got in as others joined. “Yeosang, do you have everything?” San asked as he saw the scholar.

He nodded his head before replying. “Everything that we’ll need for the next year.” San nodded his head before feeling the boat go down. “Do you think this’ll be the last time for us?” One of the mates said, worry written on his face as he looked at the other men on the boat.

It fell silent as the boat reached the sea and a few of the men began to row towards the rocks to reach  Hydrthis. “We’ll sail the seas again, I feel it.” Yeosang interrupted the unbearable silence.

Everyone turned to him for a brief moment, looking at the stern look on the males face. “Let’s not give up hope,” He added. They all slowly nodded as they agreed with the brown-haired male, smiles slowly appearing on their faces.

“Wait…” Seonghwa spoke out as he frantically looked around. “Hyung, what's wrong?” San questioned the older male. “Where’s Ji Ah!?” He asked, making everyone's eyes widen and look towards the ship. “Oh no…” San mumbled under his breath as worry grew in him, like everyone else.

“JI AH! I TOLD YOU-” “I DON’T CARE MINGI!” You cut the tall male off. “You’re putting yourself in danger!” He continuously yelled at you, grabbing your wrist just in time. “We’re all in danger! Some of us will die, whether it's because of the battle with Balmoral or because we’ve drowned in the depths of the ocean!” You yelled back at him.

He groaned before feeling you rip your wrist away from him. “Three of the main crewmates are off to safety while the other five are here! Does that make sense to you!?” 

He looked at you with sadness and anger in his eyes. “And if you die?!” He questioned you, hoping you could come to your senses. You two stood there, staring at each other on the main deck as the opponent ship was growing closer.

“Then so be it...I die, I die.” You said before walking off from him, not giving him time to respond to you. He groaned before turning around to the quarter deck. “Ji Ah is still on board, ” Mingi told the few others that were talking to one another. “What!?” Yunho yelled.

He walked up to his friend, looking into his eyes. “Why didn't she get on the longboat?!” He pressed further. Mingi shrugged his shoulders. “I'm not quite sure, ” He truthfully told the other. 

“Captain, what next?” Jongho asked. The short male with a mullet looked at the ship before facing Mingi. “Fire the cannons before they do, we have an advantage since our cannons are facing them,” He told the quartermaster.

He nodded his head as he ran back down and confidently stood in front of everyone. “Starboard! Fire!” He yelled out, a big boom erupting the eerie silence as the ship rocked to the side from the forceful push.

He continued to order them as powder monkeys ran back and forth from the cargo hold to the cannons. But it didn’t stop the rival. They were able to get closer and turn as their weapons faced them. 

Boom!

A cannon erupted from their side as it crashed into the side of Treasure, making a hole in the side. It lunged the ship to the side, almost tipping over with a single blow. “Fire!” Mingi yelled out again, smoke beginning to fog up the area between both ships.

“Mingi! They’re coming from their longboats!” Wooyoung yelled out from the crows nest. “Shit, must’ve gotten us distracted so they can sail and get onboard,” Mingi muttered under his breath. 

“Yunho! Wooyoung! Try and snipe them down!” The quartermaster yelled out to the two that were on top of the masts. “Jongho!” He called out. “Already on it!” Jongho yelled as he made it to the railings as he had something in his hands.

He grabbed one before lighting the slow match and throwing it towards one of the longboats. The impact set an explosion off, water erupting upward. The wails of men echoed throughout the area as the Balmoral men fell over. 

He threw more grenades out as Yunho and Wooyoung shot at them from the top of the masts. They managed to get most of them down before climbing down the ratlines to Mingi.

“This isn't enough, they're going to board us if we don't get away!” Wooyoung yelled at him as Yunho agreed with him. Mingi furrowed his brows as he looked over his shoulder to look at the captain. He grunted as he faced the two males in front of him.

Boom!

Another cannon exploded and hit the foremast, having it crack and crash down, tumbling over into the sea underneath. The ship hauled over as a few men fell over the railing crashing into the sea. “Men overboard! Captain!” Mingi yelled out as he grabbed Wooyoung and Yunho back onto their feet.

“Hold on tight! Be ready for impact!” Hongjoong yelled back as he tightly held onto the wooden mechanism that guided the ship. Mingi let go of the two and returned to giving more orders.

The Treasure began to move fast despite losing a mast. “Hyung! We’re heading into the rocks, we’ll lose Treasure!” Jongho yelled as he stomped up to Hongjoong manning his station.

Mingi grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. “We already went through this, we will lose our lives instead if we don’t make such a sacrifice!” Mingi yelled at him. “What about Ji Ah!?” He yelled back. Mingi kept quiet as fury boiled in him as he gave the young battle master a death glare.

The blue-haired male sighed as he shoved the youngest away and stormed off back to his position. The rocks came more in view as they towered above the watercraft. “Prepare for impact!” Mingi called out in time as Treasure crashed between two rocks, scrapping the wooden vessel as it shook the ship.

“Water flooding in, sir!” A crewmate yelled as he came from under the cargo hold. Hongjoong pressed further as the ship continuously hauled in every direction. He looked over his shoulder at the opposing ship. Their starboard facing them. 

His eyes widened. “EVERYONE! TAKE COVER!!” He yelled out as he dashed down to the main deck. Multiple explosions rang out into the air as they crashed into the ship and the rocks next to them, hearing the earthy material crack and quickly crash down into Treasure, sinking it and everyone on board as the rest of the members on the longboat watched from afar. 

<- 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 \\ 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 ->

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[pvrkacciosan]

The Revelations of False Truths

❈Through HELL or HIGHWATERS masterlist

Taglist: @dreamiezpsycho @piratequeen-queenofgames @ms-starlight @yunascular (If you wish to be added or removed just ask)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Swearing

Akari’s POV

The arms unravel from around my torso at my words, as the pirate behind me climbs to his feet. He extends a hand out to me. I met his gaze, his signature engraved cutlass strapped to his side once again.

I slip my hand into his, allowing him to help me to my own feet. I’m a whole head smaller than him and it's only now as I look around that I realise they are all so tall.

“Why did you guys even come back, I assume pirates only look after their own?”

Wooyoung drops my hand after holding it for a second longer than I expected, I smiles at the reddened tone to his cheeks as he steps back from me, hand settling to rest on the handle of his weapon.

“Well we had a little help in our persuasion” one of the pirates with a wide set of shoulders said, turning his body around to open the door behind him.

Joy fills my chest as I recognise the small patter of shiber’s claws on the wooden floor boards of the ship’s main deck.

Going down onto one knee I spread my arms as the preppy wee dog flew into them, almost soundless whimpers of happiness escaping his furry golden body.

“Shiber” I cooed as his stub of a tail shook violently with excitement.

“It's a fine little companion you have yourself there” Hongjoong laughed, as he spoke, eyes never leaving shiber’s body for a second.

“He came to get you guys?” I ask, lulling my head back to look up to them, a couple had now dispersed from the group leaving only a few members of the crew on the deck.

“Yeah, he came flying onto the deck faster than a bullet fired from a gun” San admired sharply, his tone showing nothing but adoration for the little dog.

I dug my fingers into the thick coat at the back of his neck, he was such a good dog.

The captain took a couple steps towards me, gaining himself my attention

“You need to change, your clothing smells of smoke”

My gaze down cats itself to the clothes that still hung from my body. It was never the right fit for me but they had kept me warm when I needed them to.

“Well you lot don’t exactly smell of roses either” I snapped back in defence of myself. There's a snort as someone tries to cover their laughter, Hongjoong tilts his head with an eyebrow raised in waiting, I eventually give out sighing.

Now that he pointed it out, I could also smell the smokey aroma of the burnt wood as it clung to the cotton shirt.

“If I could go back, I can try to salvage some stuff from the house,” I offered, hoping with all hope I could go home and hopefully find Akio still alive.

Hongjoong stared at me with a blank expression for a second before shaking his head.

“Not a wise idea, we're about to set off anyway” he added, casting a guilty look my way. Did he perhaps feel… bad for me?

Never had I ever expected for pirates to be helping me out of everyone in the world. It makes the skin at the base of my neck curl at the mere idea that they may not be this willing to help me if they knew who I was.

“Where exactly are we going?” I ask rising to my feet once more, following behind Hongjoong after he gestured for me to do so. Wooyoung easily passed me with his strides.

“Typiani, it's the next island over from here and we can get you some proper cloths there”

He pushed open another door that I saw one of the crew members enter while we were on the deck.

“In the meantime you can borrow some of our cloths”

Borrow their clothes?

The clothes of a pirate?

What in God’s name have I gotten myself into.

We walked on into the room, there was a chest and barrels layed neatly around the wooden beams supporting the roof above us. The wood began to groan as the ship started to sway, signalling the departure from Zydari’s small port and dock. My throat throbbed as tears of fear brimmed at the surface with my memories. Memories of being out in the open water.

Hongjoong stopped to look at me, I can breathe somewhat normally again when the light of his presence seemed to out glow the surrounding darkness. They were in the past, the memories were simply that─ memories. They can’t touch me, at least not in this form.

“Wooyoung and San will help you find something relatively close to your size and then I expect them to show you around” he sent a pointed look to the pair standing behind me. I wasn’t even aware that San had been with us at all.

I try to hide my shock, but I get the sense the silent-moving man behind me enjoys the surprise he causes people when he goes undetected. It was becoming clear that was his calling in life. Hongjoong give a quick departing nod before walking passed up back towards the door. His presence officially leaves with the creak and sealing of the door.

“Okay” Wooyoung starts, moving to be in front of me, gripping to the lid of one of the chest he lifts it, the hinges protest. He scours through the pile inside assessing the sizing ranges, lifting some up as he searches.

None of them actually answer my question back on the main deck. Why did they help me? I owned nothing to them, or them to me. I was never one to get personal gain from somebody who wasted their sympathy on me. I hated the dishonesty of pirates─ they must be trying to get something from me.

“This should fit, '' Wooyoung said, turning with some clothing laid over his forearm.

“You guys didn’t answer my question” I voiced my thoughts. San had moved out from behind me in the darkness and was perched on top a barrel off to my right, his arm extended to hold the beam above him, steadying himself as the ship swayed.

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, as they exchanged looks,

“Why did you guys help me?” I repeat my earlier question, Wooyoung looks to the ground beneath him as San purks up,

“I think you’ll find we did answer, it just wasn’t the one you wanted to hear” I struggled to read his expression as he sat his form moving like fluid in rhythm with the ship sailing against the waves. My gut twists as the ship precariously tips slightly to the right, my foot moves to balance my body.

“You are so sure?” I ask, reaching a hand to take the clothing from Wooyoung, he avoids my gaze for a moment before finally looking up, he cheeks a tinted a blush of pink, if I didn't know any better I would suggest he was running on a little bit of a fever, I keep my mouth shut of course. His health should be of no concern to me.

“Well what is it you wanted to hear?” Wooyoung spoke, extending the clothes out to me. I take them mulling over his words in my thoughts,

“I want to know why exactly you all helped me, we own each other nothing”

“We’re all human we shouldn’t have to own each other anything to help when one is in need of it” San said, using his hands to push and drop himself off the barrel

“But you guys are..” I started

“We’re what exactly?” a voice from the door said sharply, a challenge dripping from the words spoken almost in silence.

“Pirates" I challenged back, turning to face him, the blonde waltzed in an air of arrogance exuded from his very skin. It buzzed the air and I could have rolled my eyes.

“What’s she doing with my stuff?'' he voiced, not avoiding to show his anger as his head snapped in the direction of Wooyoung. The other boy held a hand up in surrender,

“Yeosang, Hongjoong just told me to find something that would fit her”

“Well couldn't you have given her something from your chest, or jongho’s I’m sure they would fit the same” Yeosang head tilted to look my up and down, he snatched the clothes from my arms, walking over to the chest Wooyoung had opened, he dropped the clothes back into it carelessly before slamming the lid.

I couldn’t help but jump as it cracked shut like thunder across the clear night sky, he glared at both other boys before sending a death stare at me as he walked back out.

“Who shoved a stick up his ass?'' I ask the other two once I was sure Yeosang was gone. Wooyoung tries to stifle a laugh, disguising it as a cough probably in case Yeosang was still outside listening.

“Try to ignore him, he can be…”

“A twat” I interject, crossing my arms over my chest as Wooyoung dips into another chest pulling out another set of clothes for me to replace mine with. The pair of them don't seem overly fond of me name calling their crew mate, and seem more willing to stay out of our little distribution then get involved. My gut twist in guilt perhaps I shouldn't insult their crew mate directly in front of them.

“Here you can take my stuff” Wooyoung sends a small smile at me when he extends the pile to me, I take it gratefully returning the expression

I stand awkwardly as the two stare at me, there eyes drawing over my skin and the clothing held in my arms.

"Are you both just going to stand there and watch me change?" my eyebrow lifts with my question.

Both of them fluster in seconds, cheeks darkening to an embarrassingly dangerous tint of rosy red.

"Right" San choked over the word as he cleared the air from his chest. Tapping Wooyoung's upper arm the two of them turn and I wait for them to move towards the door but neither do.

I guess this is what I'll have to settle with for now, dropping the clothes to the ground at my feet. I grab the hem of my top and begin to undress. The air feels foreign against my skin as it becomes exposed from under my clothes. The cotton which had encased me now was discarded on the ground as if it was nothing but a price of rubbish tossed to the side of a road.

The sentimentality of the worn cotton shirt makes my head and heart ache at the memories of the nights I had spent cuddled to the material as I wait for my body to finally grown into it. I never got a chance.

Partly because I think I've stopped growing.

The rest of my belongings are quickly stripped and dropped onto the floor at my cooling bare feet, my frigid toes that curl into the wood beneath them.

Picking up the clothes of the Pirate, I'm surprised when I don't immediately catch a whift of a purtid smell instead I'm met with a soft and delicate scent, like flowers. Not that I had the chance to find ones to compare this smell with, but it's what I imagine flowers would smell like. Or freshly cut wood.

It's different from the scent of the others, it's strong but pleasant. In my smelling daze I forgot the two were standing meters from my now half naked form ─ I left my underthings on of course. I make a quick haste in slipping the shirt over my head, pulling it down to fit around my waist. Reaching I pull the pair of dark trousers up, they have fabric straps to string up over my shoulders, to keep the trousers up I presume.

Once done, I stand awkwardly for a second or two before clearing my throat. The duo turn to look over their shoulders, San makes a snort of a noise as he looks me up and down. I can't help the frown that etches onto the present scowl of my brow.

In my distraction I pretend to ignore the smirking look Wooyoung is sending my way, he tries to hide it by bringing his hand up to rub his chin but I don't miss it for a second.

"Well..?" I prompt, San has stopped his sniggering and turns to Wooyoung who's face has now seemingly gone back to normal now that he has managed to contain his emotions.

"Shall we go for a tour?" San suggests, I give my clothes a kick off to the side and nod to them. Awaiting for them to lead the way for us.

Wooyoung moves first, avoiding my gaze when he casts his frown to the wooden floor boards that groans as we walk their spines.

Our exit out the door is quick and we make a haste way across the main deck of the ship.

"This is the Fedora, our ship, our home away from homes" Wooyoung beams, circling his body around with his arms extended at his sides to gesture to the wooden frames, ropes and sails surrounding him.

"You all have homes to go back to? I just thought pirates always lived on their ships"

Wooyoung seems to freeze his spinning for a second, "Well, not all of us have homes to go to.."

The solemn tone to his voice brings the air around us down as it it was tied to weights, he shakes his body with a sigh checking a look with San before exclaiming

"But some of us share our families, we'll be going to mine just in time for the Meuali Festivals" his voice went higher a pitch, a small sparkle of pride shinning in his eyes as he spoke of his home and family.

"What is that? Meuali festival?" I ask as we walk to the other side of the ship. We came to the bottom of a set of stairs.

"shouldn't have asked that" San mumbles as if he has already anticipated Wooyoung boasting and ranting about his home islands festivities.

"Only the biggest celebration in all of the world" Wooyoung exclaimed excitedly. Throwing his arms upwards, leaning into a banister as we began to assent the stairs.

"what's it celebrating?" I ask, genuinely curious as he walk up another level, I spot another couple of bodies busy at work with a pile of ropes.

"we celebrate our freedom and indepenced from the Pirate Lord" Wooyoung speaks aloud as if its the most common sense thing ever.

San appoints a scowl in Wooyoung's direction, my stomach drops at the name.

"The Pirate Lord?" I ask aloud, in shock.

I was hissed instantly, both males putting a finger to their lips, to silence me.

I had heard of the Pirate Lord. How could anyone not, he was the most ruthless of pirates and all his power was spread far and wide and his men where everywhere. My father was in close association with the name. So I kept my tabs on people, or Akio did.

"We don't talk about him on this ship"

My gut twists, as if a great giant from one of the southern islands has grabbed me around the abdomen and begins to knot my body, twisting me entirely.

"Seems pretty stubborn to try and avoid the-" I pause when I see the anxious glimmer to their expressions "- his name, when everyone in this part of the world lives under his rule"

The spies he had all over the world make it pretty difficult for anyone to openly speak ill of their Lord. He would have their heads if they utter their disrespect around one of his men.

"But not all of us live under his rule though do we?"

I'm confused by that, when Akio and I moved to Zydari no one had ever moved against the Pirate Lord, any who did weren't heard or see from again. How had things changed so drastically since out time on Zydari.

Wooyoung had talked about how his town celebrated their freedom from the Pirate Lord. When we left the main land, that would have barely been a dream for many people, for other a distant hope. Perhaps the 'great' pirate Lord's grip on the world wasn't as strong as I once knew it to be.

"Rebel groups have started to form against him" San spoke excitedly, warranting himself a sharp look from Wooyoung. This caught my attention, group's?! there were full on groups going against the Pirate Lord.

"It all started when a group of the Pirate Lords slaves were released in a number so vast it cracked right through his power over the people"

My jaw unhinged in shock. The two pirates in front of me stopped at the top of the stairs looking at me in surprise and mild amusement.

"No one knows who the guy who released them was, but he went missing" San stated, Wooyoung looked between them, moving to make room for me at the peak of the steps.

"We all assumed he was finally captured by the Pirate Lord for what he did, but he gave everyone else the courage and hope to finally fight back"

My mind goes straight to a memory of Akio, he never did like the Pirate Lord, hated him with everything he was. My chest hurt─ the giant was now squeezing harder. Akio was a great person always stood up for what he thought was right. I wonder if he knew about the rebel groups when he went on his checks. I pondered on what he truly thought about the person who released the slaves. I wish I could ask him now.

" I still don't get why that means you guys don't talk about him" I exclaim moving to follow them over to the two figures who had now risen upon noticing us approaching.

"Because some of us were those slaves"

❈ Next Part

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[hwaberry-dreams]

Dazzling Light

Part five

Yunho had barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes all he could picture in his head was Byeol and San together. San touching her in ways Yunho has. Her lips kissing Sans, San making her moan. He couldn’t deny his jealousy over this and he hated he was feeling jealous too.

It was only recently he had felt this way. Yunho did not know where it had even come from or why. Their agreement had suited them both since it began. Obviously, they loved one another as friends, but there were never any romantic feelings involved.

He gave up trying to sleep and got out of bed to go for a walk. He wanted to clear his head and he couldn’t do that stuck in the apartment, not with Mingi snoring loudly next door, which he only did after a night filled with Soju, and Wooyoung and Jongho taking up the entire sofa. Throwing on a hoodie and sweats, he made his way out of his apartment.

He walked around for 2 hours, not going anywhere in particular, but finally found himself outside the cafe. On Saturday mornings, Hyejin worked in the cafe for a few hours before she went to her piano and violin lessons. She would open up, especially if Byeol had been drinking the night before. Yunho knew that Byeol would have been in no fit state to open this morning with how wasted she was last night at the club and if she and San had carried on drinking when they got back, then she would have been worse.

Yunho took a deep breath and opened the cafe door. He saw Hyejin serving a table while Byeol was sitting behind the counter, her head hanging down. Her long hair covering most of her face as her small hands clutched a large mug of black coffee. He saw that had hands were shaking slightly as well.

“Good morning Yunho!” Hyejin cheerfully greeted, bowing to him

“Hi, Hyejin.” he replied. “How is the head?” he asked Byeol when he reached her.

“I am dying!” she croaked.

Byeol looked up at him and he tried not to react to her pale face, no makeup, her eyeglasses that she rarely wore were halfway down her nose. Her usual round eyes barely able to open. She looked like death; he thought.

“You made me worry when you just left with San without telling me.” he swallowed nervously.

“I am sorry.” She replied.

“So I assume that you both got back safely then?” he asked

“Yeah, we did.” She answered, a shaky hand taking a sip of her coffee.

“San still here?” He asked.

Yunho tried to sound nonchalant, but he hated this feeling that was brewing inside him. He wanted nothing more to ask her if she had the ‘all night fuck session’ with San that she wanted from him.

“Yep.” She nodded. “Could you actually help me with him? I need to move him, but I couldn’t do it myself earlier.”

Yunho nodded before following her up the stairs at the back of the kitchen to her apartment. He felt sick to his stomach; he did not know what sight he was in for when he entered the apartment. Did she need help to put his clothes back on because he was butt ass naked in her bed? Or was he naked somewhere else? He really didn’t want to see a naked San anywhere in that apartment.

Byeol unlocked the door and went into the bathroom, Yunho in tow, dreading whatever he was about to witness in there. He sighed with relief when he saw a fully clothed San fast asleep in her bathtub, cuddling into Shiber 2.0.

“Bastard stole my Shiber then passed out in here as soon as we got back.” Byeol grumbled, poking Sans shoulder. “I couldn’t pry Shiber out his arms so I had to sleep without him.” She pouted as Yunho laughed.

“Wow, now this needs photographic evidence.” He said, pulling his phone out.

“I need a shower to wake me up before Hyejin has to leave for her lessons. And if he doesn’t shift, I will put the cold tap on.” She said.

Yunho put his phone back in his hoodie after he took enough photos to embarrass San for a while. He shook him first, with no reaction. San was out cold. He then tried to grip underneath his arms to pull him up. However, because San was in a deep sleep, he was full deadweight, so Yunho couldn’t manage it and instead San slipped further into the tub. Yunho nearly fell in with him, causing Byeol to hide a chuckle at the sight as Yunho grew frustrated.

Yunho sighed as he stood back upright, scratching his head, trying to figure out how to get San out of the tub.

“At least we got Shiber back.” Byeol said, as Sans arms had loosened around the plush when Yunho pulled on him. “Lets put the water on. That’ll wake him up.”

“He will be pissed off though.” Yunho commented.

“So? He shouldn’t have stolen my Shiber then got himself in the tub! I told him to sleep on the sofa, but oh no! Choi San does what he wants.” Byeol argued.

Yunho felt more relief when he heard Byeol was trying to get him on the sofa and not into her bed. Maybe he was overthinking things. He always did with Byeol. He didn’t want anyone hurting her. Someone had already hurt badly her. Il-Sung, her exboyfriend, cheated on her with her best friend from medical school.

They all went to the same school and Byeol found it hard being in the same classes as the both of them. Yunho always wondered if Il-Sung and Nari were the main reason she never returned after her gap year. Of course he knew her dreams of owning a cafe, but he also knew she was excelling in medical school. Top of her class in every subject and that she was enjoying it more than she thought she would. She took her gap year weeks after she found out about the cheating.

Yunho watched as she moved the switch on the tap to cold and put it on full blast. Within seconds, San sat upright screaming as Yunho nearly fell over laughing at him.

“Get out my bath!” Byeol said loudly

“What the fuck, Yeolie?!” San shouted, scrambling out of the tub and onto the floor. “You could have just woken me up like a normal person!”

“I did! Yunho tried as well. He even attempted to lift you out, but he couldn’t. So you got the water treatment!” She replied. “Now, if you both don’t mind getting the fuck out of my bathroom. I need to take a shower before Hyejin finishes!”

Yunho laughed as he helped San off the floor before grabbing a towel from the rack.

“You are lucky the water was all you got. You stole Shiber 2.0 and she couldn’t get it out of your arms!” Yunho said as the pair walked into Byeols bedroom.

“Damn, I am lucky to still be alive then.” San groaned, wrapping the towel around him.

“You can put these on.” Yunho said, passing San some of his clothes from the drawer.

“I think it is weird you have a drawer of your clothes here. That is dangerously close to relationship territory.” He teased.

“Do you want to stay in those cold, wet clothes or do you want warm and dry clothes?” Yunho asked, holding the clothes above his head, out of reach of San.

“Of course I do! Sorry!” he whined.

By the time Hyejin was due to leave, Byeol was showered, makeup on, contact lenses in, and was a lot less hungover. Basically, she looked like her normal self again. San was still suffering, so Byeol had left him sleeping it off in her bed.

Shortly after, Yunho left to go back to his apartment and get ready for a dance class he had promised to teach for a dancer friend who was attending a family wedding.

Around 4pm, the cafe was quiet. Apart from a couple of regular customers sitting in and a few takeaway orders that had come in, Byeol could sit down behind the counter for a bit and do some reading. She had been so busy recently she had barely looked at her book.

“How are you getting on with the book?” a deep voice said, making her jump.

She was so lost in her book she hadn’t even heard the little bell above the cafe door chime to let her know someone had come in. Her eyes looked up to see the man from the other day smiling at her.

“Gosh, I am so sorry. I was completely lost, Seonghwa.” She laughed, putting the book to one side and standing up. “I have barely read anything this past week, so I was taking full advantage while it was quiet. What can I get you?”

“A latte and any cake you pick.” he answered.

“Sitting in or taking away?” she asked.

“Unfortunately, I need to takeaway today. I have a meeting in half an hour. Do you read a lot?” He asked.

“I am usually busy with the cafe and baking, so not as much as I would like to.” she answered as she started making his coffee.

“You bake all these cakes?” he asked, his eyes widening.

“Yeah, I make everything in here. The cafe is my baby.” Byeol smiled.

“I didn’t realise you were the owner.” he said. “Sorry, I don’t mean to offend you!” he added quickly.

“Don’t be. Nearly everyone is. I know my appearance doesn’t scream cute baking cupcake cafe owner. Probably more like the scary tattooed, pierced girl you would avoid on a dark night.” She laughed.

“I wouldn’t avoid you. I don’t think you look scary, you are beautiful.” He said without thinking before clasping his hand over his mouth as his ears instantly turned red while Byeol let out a tiny giggle.

“You wouldn’t say that if you saw her this morning in full on hangover mode!” Sans voice suddenly said, “She was like the girl from The Ring!”

Byeol whipped her head and saw him standing in the doorway with a massive smirk on his face and a cup of coffee in his hand. Seonghwa felt his ear heat even further as he looked at the young man. The same one from the other day, he noted.

“San-ah! Get back upstairs!” Byeol hissed quietly through her teeth before turning back to Seonghwa. “I am so sorry about him!” she said

“I only speak the truth, Yeolie!” San’s voice drifted through as he walked back into the kitchen area.

“Gosh, he is such a pain. I am sorry.” Byeol says as she picks up a slice of victoria sponge cake, carefully placing it in a box for him.

Seonghwa shook his head and pulled out his wallet to pay for the cake and coffee.

“Your boyfriend?” he heard himself ask, unable to hold back.

“San? oh god no! Just my pain in the ass friend. I made the mistake of letting him sleep off his hangover in my apartment upstairs today.” She replied, placing a lid on the coffee cup. “He is right though, I did look like pure death this morning.” she added laughing.

“So am I allowed to know your name this time? I came back like I said I would.” he smiled at her as she placed it on the counter.

“It is Byeol.” she answered

“Ahh. Do you believe in fate?” he asked as she tilted her head in confusion. “Your name means ‘star’ and mine means ‘to be a star’. Maybe we were destined to meet.”

And with that, he gave her one last smile before leaving the cafe. As Byeol took a deep breath, gently biting her bottom lip as she watched him walk past the window and out of view. There was something about him. She didn’t know what yet, but hoped to see him again to explore it.

#ateez #ateezau #ateezsmut #ateez smut #jeong yunho #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

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Wet Dreams - Choi San

Warnings: Angst! Smutty!!! One Shot! Fluffy!

Summary: You overhear your best friend San having a wet dream. He moans your name as you couldn’t help, but give him what he needs.

Word Count: 3,802

A/N: Angsty, but very fluffy ending! Hope you guys like this smut! Read at your own risk!

“Because you’re my best friend.” San pats your head as you faked a smile.

You just had to fall in love with your childhood friend. San goes into the kitchen to grab snacks as his phone lit up.

“I had so much fun last night, Daddy~” Your face blushed red as another one popped up.

“So your place or my place tonight?”

You couldn’t help, but read the dirty messages between San and this lady.

You curled up into a ball and hid your face. Of course, you had to fall in love with a playboy who loves to sleep around for fun too.

San is such a sweetheart though. He’s always been there to comfort you and give you advice. He just had that one flaw.

He wasn’t committed to a relationship. San always leaves the girl after she became too ‘clingy.’

He said he likes his freedom, so you were scared to show any signs of feelings for him.

“What are you doing?” San sits beside you as his dimples appears.

*Phone dings*

San quickly grabs his phone as that lust smirk of his shows up on his face.

You knew he had read the messages you saw just a few minutes ago.

“I…I gotta go home, San.” You grabbed your bag as he doesn’t even look up from his phone.

You sighed as reality hits you once again. San wasn’t yours and it hurts.

“Okay, I just got new plans for tonight.” He kisses your cheeks as you immediately turned around to put on your shoes so he doesn’t see your pouty face.

The two of you were affectionate with each other, y’all have cuddled before and San likes to kiss your cheek whenever you two said goodbye.

You hated how you still craved for his attention and hoped he would’ve cancelled on the lady.

“Yeah, bye!” You walked out as San grabbed your wrist.

“Are you mad at me?” He turns you around to face him.

“No. I just don’t feel good.” You don’t even look at him as he grabbed your cheeks.

“Yah look at me-“

*His phone starts ringing*

“Oh hey Nari.” SAN’s worried voice from earlier exchanged with a teasing tone as his hands let go of you.

You turned around as San yells out, “Don’t forget the date tomorrow!”

You gave him a thumbs up and close the door.

You were about to leave as you heard SAN’s voice. “No no! She’s just a friend. What I want tonight is you.” He giggled as your heart burned into pieces.

Your breath hitched as you eyes watered.

*At your shared house with Mingi*

“Hey~” Mingi, your roommate, greets you as you quickly walked past him.

“What happened? Is it San again?” He held onto your arms as you shook your head.

“It’s okay. It’s me who caught feelings for him.” The tears from your eyes threatened to fall, but you held them in.

“He doesn’t need to know about my useless feelings.” You walked away as Mingi grabbed you again.

“Okay, but aren’t you going to be the only one who gets hurt over and over again?” Mingi sighs as he bit his lips.

“Mingi…I want to be alone.” His hands loosened as you went into your room.

Your face buried in your pillow as tears finally came out.

*Next Morning*

“Bye Mingi! There’s food in the fridge if you want breakfast!” You yelled as he nodded.

You were heading over to San’s place because of this new movie you two wanted to watch.

It finally come out in theaters and y’all planned to go together.

You opened the door to San’s apartment as he gave you a spare key.

The snacks from yesterday were still on the couch as you shook your head.

“San?! Where are you!” You yelled and stumbled into his bedroom.

You opened the door as he slept peacefully. His face was delicate as he hugged onto shiber.

You smiled and gracefully held onto his jaw, that’s when his brows furrowed and you felt like he was going to wake up.

“Y-y/n….” He mumbled as you quickly took away your hands.

“I didn’t mean-“ You looked up to see he was still asleep.

“He’s sleep talking?” You tilt your head when he suddenly starts thrusting into mid air.

Your eyes widened as your jaw dropped.

“I shouldn’t-“

“Y/n please.” San’s pleads were needy as he squirmed in bed.

You couldn’t believe your ears. Choi San was having a wet dream about you?

You gulped are the sight as San moans once again. “Please touch me.”

You immediately made eye contact with his growing bulge.

He wore gray sweatpants and it was not helping the situation because you could see it. San’s whines turned you on as you slowly approached him.

Your hands gently traced his bulge as San gasped at the slight touch.

“Hmm.” He breathes heavily as little droplets pf sweat ran down his sleeping face. You squeezed your thighs against one another as you grabbed onto his hardened length.

San let’s out a cute gasp as you bit your lips.

“Y/n….” He calls out once again as you felt confidence running inside yourself.

You wanted to make San feel good.

You slid down his sweatpants and played with his hard crotch.

You wrapped your fingers around it and liked his tip slowly.

San’s hips grind against your tongue as you moaned softly. You see him bite his lips as his cock twitched inside your mouth.

You straddled him and leaned over to his ears, “I’ll make Sannie feel good.”

“Please.” He unknowingly replies back as you giggled at how vulnerable he was.

You immediately got down to work on his length. You sucked his tip as your fingers played with his lower part.

“Argh.” San’s brows furrowed as he groaned out sexily.

“Y/n, I’m coming for you.” His hips shook as you suddenly deep throat him, causing him to release his liquid into your lips.

You swallowed him clean as he was still hard. You gasped at his hard length as San seemed to be waking up.

Your face flushed at the situation you’ve brought upon yourself as you quickly fled the scene.

You got off of San and ran towards the door as he wakes up.

San’s heavy breathing could be heard from outside as you rushed out.

His eyes shot open as his eyes shook with concern.

“Why did I dream about Y/n….?”

San looks down at himself to find his pants pushed away, just enough for his cock to be out. “Huh?”

Nari walks in as you hid inside a closet. “San!! I’m back!”

She went into his room as you could hear her squealing. “You’re hard? Again!?”

Your blood boiled at the thought of her pleasuring San. You swiftly left the place and driven back home and texted San that you couldn’t make it.

San: Are you okay?”

You: Yeah, just allergies

San: We can watch it later then

You ran into your room and looked in the mirror. San’s cum was still visible on the side of your mouth as your hands were still sticky from it.

Your mind immediately flashed back to San’s pretty moans as he thrusted against your hands.

You snapped back into reality.

“Why did I do that!?” You internally slapped yourself as you began washing your face.

“But….why would San call out my name?” You question yourself.

*45 minutes later*

*Ding Dong*

You opened the door as Wooyoung and the boys ran inside.

“San said you were sick so we all came to cheer you up.” He brought in snacks as Yunho brought some games.

“I’m fine!” You pouted because you really wanted to be alone.

“Whenever a girl says that, it means she’s not fine.” Jongho clarifies as Hongjoong agreed.

You shook your head at them as they began settling in.

“Where’s….where’s San?” You scratched you head and nonchalantly looked away to avoid eye contact as Wooyoung teases you.

“I knew you were gonna ask about him.” He nudged your elbow as you glared at him.

“He’s with Nari-“ Yeosang blurts out as Seonghwa covered his mouth.

Your heart dropped again. Your eyes looked at the ground as Seonghwa began scolding Yeosang.

They all knew you had a crush on San.

You sighed loudly and faked a smile. “Well then more food for us, right?”

You grabbed some chocolate off the counter and walked into the living room.

Yunho was playing the movie that you and San was supposed to watch today.

“You bought it?” You sat down on the couch as Yunho happily nodded.

“No, San did! He said you wanted to watch this.” Yunho smiles as he cleaned up the area.

You hated how San knew everything about you, from your dislikes to what you loved. It was impossible to escape from him.

You fixed onto a position on the couch with a blanket as the boys sat in your living room. San suddenly walks in as your focus turned to him.

“San? You’re back?” You questioned as he doesn’t answer.

Your brows furrowed as you pat the seat beside you. “Come here.”

He ignores you and goes to sit next to Seonghwa, who was on the opposite side.

“Ohhh…” San must be serious with Nari then. Whenever he ignores your affections, he wants to take the girl more seriously.

One time he didn’t even contact you for one whole month. And his reason was that he was meeting this other girl who he wanted to keep their relationship stable.

“I guess I’m back to being invisible.” You mumbled as your heart dropped.

“Mingi could I have some more mint chocolate?” San asks him cutely as Mingi groaned.

“Ugh! I’m in a a VERY comfortable position right now! I cannot move!” Mingi shook his whole body to deny SAN’s request.

You quickly stood up. “I’ll go get them for you San.” You removed your blankets while wearing only shorts and a spaghetti strap.

You went into the kitchen as Seonghwa followed you.

“I want some strawberries!” He declares and walked behind.

You reached up towards the highest cabinet, but was still unable to retrieve it.

You pouted because you wanted San to eat these new mint chocolate you just bought for him.

“Need help?” Seonghwa asks as you looked at him with puppy eyes.

“Please.” You point towards the candy as Seonghwa easily got them for you.

“Here.” He gave you the jar as you grabbed it. Seonghwa pats your head as you couldn’t open the jar as well.

“Hehe…” You gave him the jar, signaling for him to open it for you.

“Cute.” He smiles and easily opens it. “Here.”

Seonghwa gives you a handful as you thanked him.

You immediately ran towards San with the chocolates in you hand.

“San, I got it!” You placed it in front of him as he ignores you.

“Thanks Seonghwa.” San steals some strawberries from Seonghwa as you stared at him.

You poked San’s tummy as he smacked his lips with annoyance. “San…didn’t you say you want some mint chocolate?”

You placed them in front of his face. “I went to go get them for you.”

San turns away from you. “I don’t want them anymore.” He mumbled as his eyes focused on the tv. Your hands slowly dropped to your sides as tears threatened to fall once again.

You looked down and went back to your spot from before to grab your blanket.

“I…I don’t feel so good. I’m gonna go sleep.” Your voice was breaking at this point as you rushed into your room.

You threw the chocolates on the floor inside your room as your lips quivered from trying to stop yourself from crying again.

*15 minutes later*

The door creaked opened as you were half asleep.

You could feel the person cuddling up to you, mostly holding you tightly. You weren’t sure if it was a dream or not.

You didn’t care anymore. “San….” His name fell off your lips prettily as you turned towards him.

“I know it was you.” His voice captivated your attention.

“What do you mean?” You mumbled softly.

“You touched me when I was asleep. Didn’t you?” San whispered in your ears, sending chills down your spine.

This cause your eyes to shoot open as San was already in between your legs. His smirk was evident as his hair was pushed back. He looked so damn good.

“I…I-“

“Y/n, don’t try to lie to me.” He nibbles your earlobe as you squirmed underneath his body.

“You came this morning to my house and teased me.” His fingers played with your inner thighs as you bit your lips.

“I was home this whole morning!” You lied back as San smiled cutely.

“Babe, you literally left your bag next to my bed this morning.” San giggled as he played with your hair.

You blushed at the name he just called you.

“You know what, who cares if I was there. I bet you had Nari finish you off for the second round.” You pouted and looked away as he grabbed you chin.

“So you admit that you made me cum in the first round?” He leans in as you gulped.

“G-go back to your Nari.” You pushed him as he didn’t even budge.

“Why? Are you jealous?” He teases as your face scrunched up in anger.

“I’m not!” You calmed down and looked away. “Are you disappointed that it was me?”

“Huh?” San was dumbfounded as you continued, “I shouldn’t have done that to you. I’m sorry-“

San crashed his lips against yours, his hands traced down to your waist as he played with your clit in a circular motion.

Your legs tightened around his waist as you moaned into the kiss.

“You’re so wet.” San smirks as you blushed at the comments.

San takes off your shorts along with your panties. “So pretty.” He licks his lips before slowly licking at the slit of your private area.

Your legs shook in pleasure as your hands locked onto his dark blue hair.

“Stop teasing me please.” You whined as he chuckled, playfully slapping your inner thighs.

You twitched at the sudden slap as San moan against your clit.

“You like that?” San teasingly says before moving forward to kiss you.

He sucks onto your bottom lip as you grabbed onto the fabric of his t-shirt.

San’s hands roamed down towards your chest as he pinched both of your nipples.

“Ah.” Your eyes closed at the intense feelings.

San smiles as you looked up at him. The look in his eyes was ready to devour your body and it turned you on. You held onto San’s jaws and pecked his lips.

“I wanna take off your clothes.” You softly asked as San grabbed you by your thighs.

He sits down on the bed as you straddled him.

“Take it off for me.” San tilts his head to the side as he waits for you.

Your fingers found the hem of his shirt and slowly raised it over his head.

San’s beautiful body was finally on display for you to watch as he pinched your cheeks.

“What? You haven’t seen it before ?” He laughed as your jaw dropped.

“Y-you look good.” You told him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sitting against his crotch.

“Ahh!” You moaned at the hardened bulge, it touched your wet clit.

You began grinding against him as he still had his jeans on. Your wet slit made his jeans stained as San grabbed your breast.

“They’re prettier than I imagined.” San grabs both your breasts as her licked onto your nipples.

“Y-you’ve imagined my body!?” You breathed heavily as San held your waist to examine you.

“This is better than my dreams.” He continued to play with your boobs, but you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please put it inside me.” You begged as San kisses you one last time.

“Bend over for me.” San commands as you immediately got on all four, waiting for him.

You looked back to watch him take out his length from his jeans.

It was harder than you remembered. You gulped at the sight as San caught you.

“Can’t wait?” He teases while slapping it against your ass.

You wiggled against him, trying to persuade him to put it inside you.

San place his tip at your wet folds as your body shook in pleasure.

He slowly puts just the tip inside you and immediately pulls out.

“San….please.” You whined as San slowly place his tip inside you once again.

This time you took the lead to push yourself against his dick.

It caught San by surprise as he moaned loudly. “Fuck.” He breathed heavily, but the feeling of his full length inside you didn’t last long.

He immediately pulls back out as you shook your head.

“You’re such a dirty girl. Couldn’t even wait patiently for my dick?” San bends over to whisper in your ears as he spanked your ass harshly.

Your body twitched as you wiggled your sis against him.

“Please, I promise I’ll be good this time.” You pleaded as San bit his lips.

“Because you couldn’t wait like a good girl, you’re gonna have to come to just the tip of my dick.”

Before you could even comprehend, San had slipped his tip inside you and just stayed there.

He didn’t move at all.

Your core got more wetter by the seconds as you waited for him to do something.

San chuckled sinisterly as he touched your wet folds. “You’re so wet just from my tip?”

You grabbed onto the blanket as your legs shook. “Since you’re being such a good girl, I’ll move-“

He enters one finger inside you as you couldn’t help, but came right away.

“Arghh I’m sorry San.” Your body gave out as you laid against the bed.

“I wanted to be a good girl, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer.” You pouted as you knew San was going to punish you further.

However, what you didn’t know was that he was also holding himself back too.

Seeing your body weakened by him, turned him on so bad.

His hips immediately thrusted into you at full length.

“San!” You moaned loudly as he had finally pushed himself inside you.

“Argh….if only you weren’t so sexy then I would’ve punished you harder.” San grunts in between breaths.

“I love you.” You moaned against the bed as he held onto your waist, bringing you upward.

His hand gripped onto your right breast as his left hand held your tummy.

“You feel so good…you’re gonna make me come.” San leaves love marks behind your neck as you were too sensitive by now.

“Can I come too?” You held onto San’s hand as he intertwined them.

“Come for me princess.” San’s thrust grew sloppy as you finally let go and came the second time.

Your body dropped to the bed as San came against your back.

He breathed heavily and slept beside you.

You feel San get up from the bed as you grabbed onto him.

“Where are you going?” You asked with big eyes.

“I gotta clean you up.” He kisses your forehead as you nodded.

You had a breath room inside your room so San used that one. You watched as he used a warm wet towel to clean your back.

“I bet you do this to everyone. You seem experienced.” You mumbled and placed your head onto the pillow.

“I….this is my first time cleaning someone after sex.” San blushed at his own confession.

You turned towards him. “So…what does this make us?”

San kisses your shoulders as you squirmed at the ticklish feelings.

“I like you.” You blurted as San stops kissing you.

“If…we’re just going to be fuck buddies after this then no, I’m not okay. I want you to myself.” You were confident in your words as you sat up, using a blanket to cover you body.

“San…I want to be the only one who can kiss you. Who can make you feel good. I want to make you happy, but if-“

San tackles you into a big hug as you yelped.

“Ahh! Ouch!” You hit his chest as his eyes smiled.

“Never knew you’d say that.” He kisses your cheeks as you pinched his nose.

“When you didn’t answer, you gave me a heart attack you know?” You pouted at him as he takes the opportunity to kiss you.

“You’re mine and only mine.” He kisses your cheeks as you giggled.

“Especially that Park Seonghwa. He was flirting with you too much.” His jaw clenched as you snapped back.

“Wait! You didn’t want the chocolates anymore because you got jealous!?” Your brows furrowed as San’s eyes widened.

“N-no….!” He looks away and sees the chocolates on the floor.

“You threw them on the ground?” SAN’s voice softened as you

“Yeah?” You nodded as San quickly picked them up.

San throws them inside his mouth and ate it.

“San! They’re dirty!” You grabbed his cheeks with one hand as he shook his head.

“You bought them yourself, didn’t you?” He swallows it as you nodded.

San opens his arms for you as you held onto his waist.

“Sorry for being mean. I’ll admit I was a little jealous.” He kisses your forehead as your heart pounded.

San’s phone rang as it lit up.

*Nari*

Your smile faded as you remembered the two of them being together.

You let go of San as he notices and turns off the phone.

“I broke up with her before coming here.” San clarified as your lips pouted.

San lowers his head to level it with yours as he puckered your his lips.

You held onto his shoulders to stop him.

“Didn’t the two of you always did it?” You breathed heavily as you covered your face.

You felt insecure because Nari was beautiful.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t-“

San grabs your cheeks as he stared into your quivering eyes.

“We never did anything. Don’t you worry.” He smiles as you furrowed your brows.

“Then why’d she say ‘I had so much fun last night, daddy’ to you?” Your eyes saddened as he held your hands.

San began laughing as you got frustrated. “This is not funny.” You removed your hands from his grip as he held onto your waist.

“She said to let you see it. She told me you’d get jealous if you liked me.”

You gasped as his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“You two planned this out!?”

“We didn’t plan the part where you touch me though-“

You slap his shoulders as he pinned you against the bed. San kisses your neck as your hands formed into fists against his touch.

“You’re so cute.” He pretends to bite your cheeks as you whined underneath him.

“I….I love you San.” You leaned up to kiss him as San smirked.

“I love you more.”

#ateez san #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #kpop imagines #kpop smut #choi san #ateez san smut #ateez fluff #ateez oneshot #kpop oneshots #ateez angst

[hatsukeii]

—Nerves.

Genre: angst

Recommended song: Nerves- DPR IAN

Pairing: San x gn!reader

Warnings: None

"Hey."

"How are you doing?"

"Are you doing good?"

"I don't know if you'll listen this voicemail, but I'll send it through anyways."

The sound will come out crackly and distorted, it won't sound remotely like something recorded on a mobile phone. He could've easily done that instead of putting coins into a park payphone at 3am.

"I just wanted to call and say that I... nevermind, I shouldn't say that to you."

San runs a hand through his hair, not sure what he wants to say or do. He told the rest of the group he would be back soon. He said he was taking a walk. That was two hours ago.

"It's been really quiet without you in the dorms, you know. Shiber is still doing okay, if you're curious. I've been cleaning him like you taught me, cold water, detergent, hand wash."

Hongjoong holds San's phone in his hand, scrolling through the lockscreen to an array of unread messages the rest of the group had been sending. The screen is cracked, the sides slightly chipped. Hongjoong doesn't remember that crack being there last week. He does remember a resounding thud coming from the wall next to him last night. He also remembers having to physically force San to stay home and rest two days ago.

"If you ever want to pick your stuff up, I have it in a box next to my bed. Keep the hoodies if you'd like, return them, do what you feel like."

San tries not to cry. It doesn't work. A sob pushes its way out of his throat. He tries to suppress it and makes it worse.

"Fuck."

He brings his sleeve up to his eye, forcefully rubbing them dry. The next round of tears follow without delay.

"I shouldn't be crying on this call right now. I'm sorry."

Hongjoong throws his jacket on. He doesn't know where to look, but he's ready to turn the city upside down to find San.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what went wrong, but I'm sorry."

San still doesn't know what you meant when you told him it wasn't working out. Was it his schedule? His fans? The stress? He was ready to risk it all for you. He still is, but who is there to risk it all for?

"I don't know when you're going to receive this, but I'm doing fine. Don't worry."

He's lying. He hasn't eaten in three days. He's skipped practise, skipped promotions, and has stopped talking altogether. In his defense, he wouldn't have skipped practise and promotions if not for Hongjoong and Seonghwa forcing him to.

"This will be the last time you hear this from me. Or hear anything from me."

San's voice cracks, thinking his words through. He wishes he could say this isn't the last time. He knows it's selfish to do this, but he deems this the best course of action.

"I don't know how you're feeling on the other end, but whatever it is, I want you to know it's not your fault. And if you aren't blaming yourself, keep it that way. If this ending is what makes you satisfied, then let it be. I'm not going to do anything."

This hoodie is ruined. He's going to have to throw it in the wash once he gets back to the dorm. San rubs at his eyes and nose, desperately trying to dry them. It stings, the corners of his eyes burn every time his sleeve rubs at them and bits of skin peel off the bottom of his nose.

"I'm sorry if I wasn't there for you when you needed. If I could, I would go back and fix everything. There are so many things I want to say right now, but I don't think I can ever do it."

Hongjoong speeds down the street, checking the local convenience store San loves. It's empty, the flickering and buzzing of the sign only further irritating him. He thinks he knows where San could be, and bolts down the street to the park.

"I want you to know I'm grateful for the past three years. I don't think I'll ever get the privilege to go through anything like that again, and that scares me."

San's legs are shaking and his breath is going short, he holds himself upright with his free arm pressing against the transparent wall of the booth.

"I want you to be happy. Please be happy for yourself and make the right choices. Don't force yourself into anything, meet new people, just forget about me, because after all, you're the most important person in your life, okay? I'm sorry, I love you."

San's hand goes limp, releasing the phone in his hand. The phone dangles and swings from the rubber coil, crashing into the wall. His legs give out and he crumbles to the ground in defeat. The welled up tears spill down his face, staining everything they come in contact with. He pushes his face into his knees. His arms instinctively wrap around himself, pulling his legs closer to his chest while he cries, and cries, and cries. The phone records it all.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Those two words spill repetitively from his mouth, muffled by the fabric of his pants. He can barely tell what he's trying to say, so he says whatever comes to mind.

Hongjoong watches it all from outside the booth. He walks over, slowly pulling the door open. He doesn't say a word, hanging up the phone for San while he goes on with his string of apologies. He tries to pull his friend up, but he's holding himself too tight.

"San, let's go home."

San isn't sure what home there is to go back to.

tags: @canadianwatermelon @troy-on-sea @bubba-t3a

im honestly not sure who to tag since this is a drabble so i tagged people who i think would like this but dm if you want to be added to taglist for any other works I come out with:> and yes i am still working on the long fic that's gonna take a while though

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[seacottons]

—ateez as boyfriends [ domestic au ]

notes: swearing. suggestive dialogue. fluff. i blame a certain someone for this, not gonna say who. @kireiwoo

— hongjoong

very caring and attentive towards you

so much so, that even his friends have complained how it isn't fair he doesn't scold you like the way he does to them

he enjoys many activities with you, such as

helping him dye his hair an ungodly color every other month

he'll insist you try experimenting with your own tresses

but you only have the courage to dye the very ends of your strands

"i don't think i can pull off that color as well as you do," you'd say.

"that's a load of bull. you'll suit every hair color."

you'll just roll your eyes playfully at his biased behavior.

other activities include getting tiny matching tattoos together.

the tiny flower and butterfly on your wrists was most likely your favorite due to its simplicity in design and the meaning behind it as well.

spontaneous dates are his favorite.

behind closed doors, he loves to constantly shower you with pecks and smooches.

often gets teased by his friends from how whipped he is for you.

randomly books vacations for you two to relax and unwind every so often.

although he enjoys it, he is a big, tired baby when it comes to traveling

always wanting to lean his head against your shoulder

or cuddling you close for warmth due to the airport's air conditioners blasting frigid air.

has written many songs about you

and when he's finally ready, he'll not only ask you to listen to them, but to also spend the rest of your life with him and share his last name as well.

— seonghwa

constant pet names

"darling."

"the sun to my stars."

"the moon to my sun."

"love of my life."

you like to call him mars, mostly.

but he revels when you call him 'twinkle eyes' for some reason.

has a habit of pulling you into his lap.

you'll subconsciously play with the strands of his hair as he does so, him being too distracted bickering with his friends to realize sometimes.

will always give you pleading looks whenever wooyoung or san tease him.

sometimes, you walk in to find wooyoung settling onto your boyfriend's back while he greedily devours the bowl of popcorn entirely by himself.

or other times when both wooyoung and san constrict his limbs with their arms whenever you're near.

"y/n can't save you now, so cut the whining."

you'll only sigh and shake your head in amusement.

"what are you guys doing to my poor boyfriend?"

"he changed the movie we were watching without our permission!"

"because i have no damn clue what's going on, and harry potter is too confusing!"

coffee dates.

loves to sleep with you tucked against his chest.

always has an arm draped around your frame.

butterfly kisses on your neck.

soft touches against the small of your back and waist.

his favorite pastime with you would be stargazing.

"baby, look. it's me, mars-io," he'd say whilst pointing up to the large, bright star in the night sky.

when it's too cloudy outside, or when the weather isn't forgiving, he'll turn on the indoor star projector he bought so the two of you can stargaze in the comfort of your own bed.

— yunho

is the epitome of romantic.

is constantly smothering you in love and affection.

always has heart eyes and admiration in his eyes at whatever small task you do or say.

rant about an ancient dynasty?

heart eyes.

bombard him with useless information about a certain abandoned island.

heart eyes.

gush about the new cute bakery that recently opened up?

heart eyes.

if you had a money jar for every time he says 'i love you', you'd have enough money to buy a plane ticket or two.

always willing to drop everything to help you with whatever it is you need.

will wake up in the middle of the night when you text him to ask if he's awake or not.

willingly stays up to keep you company.

but sometimes, when he's too tired, he'll knock out accidentally and profusely apologize to you in the morning.

very supportive of your life choices.

hates seeing you cry because it makes him want to bawl his eyes out as well.

his hugs are bone-crushing.

but he is a gentle giant nonetheless.

likes to attempt to bake pastries with you.

half of the time, the goods either turn out undercooked or burnt.

"they have love in them, that's all that matters."

will always insist that you can rant to him about anything and everything.

you've never felt so valued in your life before meeting him.

is the most understanding human being you've ever gotten the pleasure of knowing.

"i wish we were vampires," he says one day.

you give him an amused look, lips outstretched into a smile, "why, silly?"

"so we can spend an eternity together."

— yeosang

his heart flutters when you notice the smallest things he does.

it makes him feel appreciated and acknowledged.

like when he changes up his hairstyle or earrings.

or when he wears a new sweater.

a big, big softie when it comes to you.

can and will want to spend all day in your arms on his days off.

quick witted and has a knack for noticing the tiniest detail.

very shy and awkward at first.

but when he gets more comfortable as time passes on, you won't be safe from his snarky little comments anymore.

will constantly bring up the thing you said or did months ago to prove a point.

"oh, you like this flavor? three months ago you told me it tasted like vomit."

"remember that time you woke up in a rush to get to work thinking you were late, only for me to drag you back inside because it was three in the fucking morning?"

you stop mid-chew and peer up from your plate of rice.

"your point, yeosang?"

"oh, nothing this time. i just wanted to tease you."

is the type to have a mid-life crisis when you can't decide on a restaurant.

"but i don't want to eat at the chicken place again," you'll whine.

"it's been thirty minutes, and you still haven't decided what you want!"

"you're rushing me!"

"y/n! just pick!"

loves to cuddle with you, especially in the colder months.

wraps a blanket around your frame and tugs you in closer against his chest.

pretends not to understand your jokes just to spite and tease you.

loves when you cling onto him.

his favorite pastime with you would be just walking around together at night and trying out different types of street food.

or even visiting any of the local beaches for a relaxing walk together.

— san

persistently keen about whenever you feel upset or down.

he reads you better than any open book.

sometimes, it scares you, but you appreciate how he's always so eagle-eyed about your behavior.

loves to hug your head.

you allow wooyoung to crash some of your dates with san sometimes.

other times, san will whine and tell him to go find his own date.

"if y/n accepted you as a boyfriend, then you should've disclosed that i'm part of the deal as well. buy one get one free."

"as what exactly?"

"the hot, clingy best friend."

will take numerous duck-faced selfies of himself because you think they're cute.

often times, he'll ask you to mirror his expression, only for him to press his lips against yours a second before his phone snaps the picture.

likes when you kiss his dimple.

"y/n! it looks like a crater from the amount of times you've kissed it."

he likes to tease you.

a lot.

touchy.

very touchy.

always has an arm around you.

rests his chin against your shoulders.

playfully smacks your rear when you're sassy with him.

or leans in to hold your jaw whilst whispering teasing words into your ear that has you becoming docile and bothered in mere seconds.

has you wrapped around his finger as much as you have him wrapped around your own.

likes to have weekly picnics with you at the park and admires all the dogs running about.

"i should bring byeol next week. maybe she'll like to play fetch too."

"i don't think that's a good idea.."

you often find him fast asleep holding onto a plushie for dear life whenever you're away.

you'll pull it away from his arms, causing him to stir awake groggily.

he'll stare in confusion as you throw the plushie aside, before pulling you in tighter as you wriggle into his arms.

"you're softer than shiber," he'll mumble sleepily against the crown of your head.

— mingi

mingi is sometimes self-conscious around the public eye and others, but when it comes to you, those layers of fear and insecurity get stripped away instantly.

doesn't mind being vulnerable with you.

he craves affection, adores it even, but is insecure about not being able to return it well enough for his liking.

likes when you give him attention.

easily gets jealous when someone else grabs your interest.

reassuring him 24/7.

"yes, mingi. you're the love of my life."

kissing his pouting lips for good measure.

the smallest of gestures has him a blushing mess.

even holding hands in public.

when he's not being a sentimental sap, he'll like teasing you lovingly.

"wow, you have this many photos of me in your phone?"

you'll scrutinize him in confusion.

"are you that obsessed with me, y/n?"

"mingi! you told me to take half of those photos of you!"

"oh, right. i forgot."

a silence weighs down onto the two of you.

"but would you have taken them if i never asked you to?"

constantly laughs about the things you say, although you don't think you're that funny.

always seeks your approval subconsciously.

will always shield you from the rain, playfully yelling at the droplets sometimes.

"you can't make y/n wet! only i can!"

"mingi! we are in public!"

wanted to go strawberry picking because he saw a celebrity try it out on instagram live.

accidentally steps on many berries though.

"it's okay, they'll just make another plant. i did them a favor."

brags about you like no tomorrow.

even for the tiniest, minuscule thing.

"oh, i've already tried the brand of ice cream. y/n always buys that for me."

"i don't need to pay all this money for a measly slice of cake. y/n's cakes are much better."

"no, wooyoung. i'm not jealous of your new shoes." he'll lightly pinch the boy's side, "y/n and i have already bought ourselves matching pairs."

"you two are so fucking cheesy, it hurts."

when he's not bragging about you, he's boasting about himself.

but if that's what helps him raise his confidence levels up, you'll gladly sit down hours on end listening to how he has more 'swag' and 'charisma' than all of his older friends combined.

— wooyoung

teases you like his life depends on it.

says you can't get enough of him, when in reality it's the other way around.

but you let him believe whatever he wants.

but deep down he just really gets satisfied with himself if he raises your mood and makes you smile.

especially when you're not having a great day.

uses way too many emojis when texting you.

"wooyoung, why am i saved as as 'clingy bug' on your contacts?"

he'll squawk indignantly and laugh awkwardly for a second.

"who told you this lie!?"

"seonghwa?"

always wants to show off your love in front of his friends.

"no, i don't want my early birthday gift now. wait until the others show up, and do it front of them."

"but why?"

"so everyone can see how much you love me. can you also cry for good measure?"

"absolutely not."

he enjoys the dates you have in his apartment the most.

the ones where he cooks for you and asks for your help, only for him to pester you about over-seasoning or undersalting something.

"okay, fine! we'll just order take out if it tastes that bad," you pout, flinging a small piece of onion on his face.

his head instantly snaps back to eye you judgingly, fist gripping the poor spatula.

"over my dead body."

"so, y/n. how does my plating look?"

"it's beautiful, wooyoung. you've outdone y-"

"what else is beautiful?" he demands, face leaning over the table to give you a knowing grin.

you shove a piece of meat and rice into his mouth, shrugging nonchalantly.

"me."

he deflates at your answer, spluttering pieces of rice onto your face.

"jung wooyoung, you slob!"

— jongho

is the type of boyfriend to stop you in the middle of the road to tie your shoe for you.

very charming and goofy in his own way.

takes pride in himself and his abilities to cater to your every whim and need.

even when you don't ask for his help.

aggressively opens jars for you when you struggle to pry them open.

"no one messes with my y/n."

"you're fussing at a jar of pickled radish, baby."

the type to cling close to you in public in fear of any of the bicyclists or pedestrians bumping into you and harming you in any way.

sometimes acts like you're made of glass.

while it's endearing occasionally, it is a bit suffocating at other times.

doesn't believe you when you say you're tough and don't need protection.

very selfless and willing to help you with anything you need.

never one to shy away from social gatherings with his friends, always pulling you along with him despite you being shy and clingy most of the night.

also a big tease.

when you help him hold down his legs for sit ups, he asks for a smooch.

pulls away from you when you try to kiss him.

and will laugh at your pouting face as he urges you to try once more.

"stop moving, i just want to kiss you!"

after numerous tries, he finally allows you ( you truly think you over-powered him though ) to kiss his cheeks or lips.

he then proceeds to squawk loudly in retaliation and playful disgust.

although he loves teasing you, when the game is flipped the other way, he'll be a shy mess of embarrassment.

"i don't mumble your name in my sleep."

"you always do, silly."

tucked underneath his macho exterior, you know he's prone to criticism and takes it to heart much more than he likes to show and admit.

so, whenever you get the chance, you always fulfill his need to be appreciated, loved, and taken care of.

is utterly and extremely protective of you.

"who just whistled at you?" he grumbles, "i'll break their jaw like an apple, you know i will."

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[atinysunbaby]

⏳First kiss with ateez⏳

💖Park Seonghwa💖

Seonghwa is a prince, so it needs to be perfect. He'll prepare a few weeks in advance and plan a whole day date.

He comes to your house to wake you up with a breakfast he specially cooked for you. Then he tells you to shower and get dressed. When your done, he drives you guys to the mall. He spoils you, because you're his princess.

For lunch, you eat at a fast food and get ice cream for dessert. You think it's over when you enter the car once again. After around 10 minutes, you realise you're at the beach. For a few hours, you have fun. Until, Seonghwa tells you that it's time to go.

Next stop, a small hill where you can look at the starts and admire the city. He had made dinner and brought it in a cute little basket. You eat, then you lay down and relax.

"Thank you for everything today. I'll never forget it" You smile softly at him. He chuckles and caresses your face lovingly, locking eyes with you. "I love you" He doesn't let you time to process it and kisses you gently. When your lips part, you both have the biggest smile on your faces.

💙Kim Hongjoong💙

He wants it, he did for a while now. The only problem, is that he's worried you'll think it's too soon. Ended up talking with Seonghwa and Yunho for advices. They told him if he isn't sure he should talk with you first.

Didn't plan anything special, he wants it to be comfortable and without anyone around. So, he calls you and asks you to come to the dorm. The others aren't here, scared of what Hongjoong could have done to them. The day before he threatened everyone so they would leave. San didn't want his Shiber to be confiscated. Wooyoung wanted to be able to cuddle with San. Yeosang will get chicken. Seonghwa and Yunho didn't care. Mingi just followed the others and Jongho listens to his hyungs well.

You arrive at his place, he prepares a few snacks and you guys watch movies. He looks at you every once in a while, wondering if he should do it or not. You noticed it during the previous movie, but didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to make the first move, but it seems like it won't happen any time soon.

"Hongjoong, come here" He does as asked and turn to face you. You take his chin between your fingers and peck his lips. He blinks rapidly, then he becomes pouty. "I wanted to do that" You giggle and kiss him again, this time longer.

💛Jeong Yunho💛

A puppy. Always needs your attention and needs a lot of care. Loves skinship, his favorite thing is cuddles. Especially when you pet his hair while humming softly. It calms him and helps him fall asleep.

You kiss each others faces, neck and even stomach, but not the lips. It just never came to that, you guys didn't think about it. Yunho one day, changes that, telling you he needs kisses. You give him what he wants, of course.

You give him a peck at first, then another. Every kiss become more intense, more passionate. Until you were straddling his laps on the couch, making out. His tongue down your throat, it's about to become hotter-

But.. You're interrupted by a blushy Jongho complaining about regretting some of his life choices. You get off of Yunho and you both go back to cuddling, pecking each other every few minutes.

💜Kang Yeosang💜

After months of relationship, there's still not too much skinship. A few hugs here and there, you hold hands a bit more, cuddled only once. Let's say you're taking things slow, nothing too bad. But, you wish you could show how much you love him.

You're at a coffee shop, talking and drawing cute little hehetmons. Not long before you have to leave, you wonder if you should bring up the subject.

"Sangie?" You ask, your eyes fixed on the empty sheet on the table. He hums, giving you his attention. You finally turn towards him, putting your pencil down. He does the same, noticing the atmosphere becoming serious.

"It's about us" You don't have time to continue, seeing him start to panic. "W-what-" You take his hands, hurriedly telling him it's nothing bad. He lets out a sigh of relief, before motioning for you to go on. "I need to know if you'd be okay with me kissing you?" He collects himself rather quickly and nods shyly. You take the lead, moving closer to him. Your lips touch slightly, you let him make the decision to kiss you fully. He does, also pressing himself against you a bit more.

🖤Choi San🖤

San's duality is insane. One second is a cute baby and the other, a whole daddy- So you've always been attracted to him, and you never hid it. You even made sure to let him know, he did the same.

You're at the restaurant with ATEEZ and their manager, also there's a few staffs. You're celebrating San's birthday. In the middle of the meal, you decide it's too boring.

Slowly your hand moves to San's thigh making his expression turn form bright to dark. His dimples disappear, his eyes piercing the side of your head. You take your hand off him, doing as if nothing happened.

When you arrive at the dorm, San is quick to drag you in his room. He pushes you on his bed and places his body over yours. Then smashes his lips on yours, taking out all of his frustration on you.

💚Song Mingi💚

You start kissing the same day you become a couple. It's something you both need. Show as much love as you can, and kissing his the best way for you guys to do it.

Mingi is the one to initiate it. You're helping him out with his dance, he asked you to watch him and give your critic. When he's done, he comes to you and wait for your evaluation.

"Well that was hot~ I kinda felt like I was about to-" He cuts you off with his lips. He firmly grips your waist and pushes your body against the mirror. The sexual tension between you always has been pretty intense. Anyone who sees you together can easily see it.

Your first kiss. Basicaly, is tongue down your throat and body against yours. It's filled with desire and love.

❤Jung Wooyoung❤

Even before you start dating. You're friends, but Wooyoung pecks your lips. It becomes a habit for you guys to kiss everytime you feel like it. It's normal for the both of you. People might find it weird, but you don't really give a fuck.

Then it becomes more then small peck. You kiss a bit longer, with more emotions. After a few months , it leads to makeouts in every place possible. In the kitchen, the living room, public places, other member's bed-

Anyways, it starts to become too much. You guys talk about it, you both know it's impossible to stop. So instead, you decide to become a couple and be able to kiss each other even more if possible.

🧡Choi Jongho🧡

Tries to act manly in front of you. Actually, he's a shy baby. Doesn't want to admit being soft. You have your ways though, to make him weak. Sitting on his laps sideways, pecking his neck softly. He always gets so flustered, not moving an inch.

You love to tease him, and watch him trying to compose himself. His cheeks red and goosebumps on his skin. He's easily affected by your touch. So even thinking of kissing you, makes him a flustered mess. Not able to look into your eyes or even respond to you.

You need kisses, desperately. You're laying on his bed, playing on your phones. You suddenly sit up and watch him. He notices you and puts his phone away. "What is it?" He asks you, concerned. You pout, turning away from him. He chuckles, then hugs you from behind. His body his wrapped around yours, enveloping you completely. The roles are reversed, you're the baby now.

"Why are you suddenly sulking baby?" He asks softly. You turn your head to answer, but instead look at his lips, then his eyes. You silently ask him to kiss you and he gets the message. Not wanting to upset you, he grabs your cheek and kiss you. It's not a gentle kiss, it's quite aggressive and hot.

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[bteezxyewriter12]

Player/ 20

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Includes- Fluff!!!!!

So here's the last chapter of Player. I had so much fun writing this. Thanks to everyone who supported the story and who enjoyed it. 💖😘

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1 year later

J POV

"Wait for me naekkeo!", San calls, running after me

"It's not me Sannie. Shiber is running and I can't stop him", I call, holding the leash as our puppy leads me on a squirrel chase through the park

I know I should be controlling him but I don't have the heart to tug on the leash hard or to stop him from having fun

He's still little, only five months old and not fully trained to be let off the leash

San got him two months ago for our one year anniversary

As a gift for me

I got him a necklace with a lock pendant and a bracelet with infinity symbols on it

I saw him looking at them online and he showed me asking if I like it

I told him no so I could buy it for him

When he opened the gift he called me sneaky and I just smiled sweetly, saying I had no idea what he was talking about

Then he took me to a dog breeder and told me to pick any puppy to take home

The breeder had a lot of puppies but once I saw the boy Shiba Inu puppy, I knew I had to get him

San has one plushie that he kept from his childhood and it's a Shiba Inu named Shiber

He asked me if I was sure because he knows I love German Shepherds and the breeder had a lot of them

But I picked Shiber, saying we can always get a German shepherd later on

He wanted me to name the puppy and when I said Shiber, he smiled

We now have a real Shiber and a plushie Shiber

And even though Shiber was supposed to be a gift for me, I love seeing how happy San is playing and cuddling with Shiber

He's not my dog, he's ours

San catches up to me, running next to me

"Want me to take over?"

I nod, handing him the leash and I stop to catch my breath, watching San run after Shiber

It's so cute

After catching my breath, I walk after them taking my time

Eventually the squirrel runs up a tree, Shiber standing on his back legs, front paw on the tree and barking cutely

He thinks his bark is scary but it's really adorable

San is training him not to bark because he said it'll get annoying when Shiber is older

San is standing next to Shiber, watching him with an amused look on his face

He isn't even breathing hard

No fair

I finally get to them, kneeling to Shiber

"What are you doing baby boy?"

He turns to me, yipping and jumping on me

I laugh, cuddling him and giving his kisses on his head

Shiber loves being cuddled

He and San have that in common

"Were you chasing a squirrel? Making us run after you? You silly puppy", I coo

"Man you're so whipped", San laughs

I snort, "Yeah and you're not?"

"No I am", San confirms, "But it's cute on you"

"Thanks", I smile

"Well he seems to have forgotten about the squirrel. Maybe he'll be better with walking now"

"Maybe", I agree

San and I just started taking Shiber out on walks, trying to train him to pee and poop outside

Sometimes he gets it, sometimes he doesn't

Putting Shiber down, I stand and San wordlessly hands me the leash

I take it, starting to walk with Shiber, trying to get the handle of the leash around my wrist

Something is swinging on the handle, hitting my arm

I stop, wondering if something got caught on the handle

Holding the handle to my face, I see something dangling on a piece of ribbon

Is that a...

No, it's not

It can't be

I touch the object and find I'm looking at a ring

A beautiful ring

What?

Who?

Where?

How?

What?

"Uh San-", I start, turning around

Whatever I was going to say dies on my tongue as I gape in shock

San, behind me, on one knee, cute dimpled smile on display

Is this really happening?

"Sannie what's happening?"

His smile gets wider, "Come here naekkeo"

I listen, my feet walking to him

He takes the leash, quickly undoes the ribbon and hooks the leash around his wrist

Then he holds out the ring to me

"I'm gonna keep this short since you know how much I love you"

I nod

I know

"I know our relationship started out different, you know with you hating me but I'm so happy you gave me a chance"

I remember what he said when he asked me out

That he wouldn't be a player with me

That he cares about more than just sex

That he can prove it to me

And he has, a thousand times over

"I knew from the end of the first date that you were my one. I still know that you are"

I smile at him

He's my one too

Took me a little longer than him to see it but I do

"You're actually my first real girlfriend and I want to keep it that way. My one and only. I don't ever want to be apart from you Joanne. I love you more than you will ever know", he tells me, "Will you marry me Jo?"

"Yes Sannie", I answer with no hesitation at all, "You're the love of my life San. I want to be with you always. I'll marry you baby, every time you ask. It'll always be yes"

The smile on his face is completely stunning

He stands up, pulling me to him, his lips against mine

Throwing my arms around his neck, I get as close to him as possible

I'm so unbelievably happy

If I was told a year ago I would be marrying San, I'd have kicked that person's ass

But now, I can't imagine being with anyone else

I can't imagine wanting anyone else but him

When the kiss ends, he takes my hand and puts the gorgeous ring on my finger

"It's so beautiful Sannie"

"I'm glad you like it. The small stones are diamonds but the big one is a moonstone"

"Really?", I ask, surprised

I noticed that it looked different from the diamond

More glowy and white

I love it

It's different, unique, gorgeous, simple and I'm happy he knows what I like

"Is that ok? I just saw it and I thought of you. I didn't want to do the same boring thing everyone else does. And plus, you know, I love you to the moon and back", he says, blushing

"Sannie", I whisper, a few tears pooling in my eyes, "You're so cute baby. The best. I love you so much and I absolutely love the ring. It's perfect"

"I love you naekkeo", he says warmly, brushing the tears away

Throwing my arms around him, I kiss him again

I'm unbelievably happy and excited

As we kiss, I feel little paws on my leg pushing me along with little yips

I pull away from San giggling, "Our baby is calling us"

We look down at Shiber, laughing at him standing on his back legs, front paw on my leg, his head tilting as he looks at us with those adorable brown eyes

"What's up Shiber?", San coos, kneeling down

I laugh at how cute he is around Shiber

He becomes a total mush

"What naekkeo?", he asks, grinning

I just shake my head, then run my fingers in his soft hair. "Nothing Sannie, you're just completely cute and adorable"

He grins wider, "I try"

I snort

He doesn't have to try

Shiner's ears twitch and he snaps his head to the right

Immediately he zooms towards another squirrel, stopping when the leash runs out, straining and pulling to keep going

San sighs, "Another squirrel run"

I hold out my hand to him

He takes it and stands up

"Run together?", I ask

"Always naekkeo", he answers, kissing the back of my hand

I nod, "Always"

I'll always go anywhere with him and I know he'll go anywhere with me

We're together forever

"Ready?", he asks

"Yeah"

He sighs, "Let's go"

Together, hand and hand, we run with Shiber after the dumb squirrel

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𝐃𝐚𝐝! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲'𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"What even are you doing Mingi?"

Hongjoong questioned when the taller boy randomly picked up his son from the carrier and proceeded to take him inside the recording booth.

"I'm bored and we got writer's block. So I'm trying to have a little fun."

Lifting the boy up so his tiny mouth could reach the microphone, Mingi looked back at Hongjoong.

"Try recording his little babbles and let's make it into your alarm ringtone since obviously his cries are the only way to get you to wake up." He teased the leader.

Hongjoong was about to retaliate, but ultimately opted not to. Obliging instead to the request, he put on his headphones and pressed the live button. Mingi gently bounced the baby in his arms, making him emit tiny giggles and squeals.

"Ok that is pretty adorable." Hongjoong smiled fondly.

Mingi began making faces at the boy and raised his voice in a higher pitch.

"Can you say a few words? Like Uncle Mingi is the best? Or I love Uncle Mingi more than his Dada?"

The boy looked at Mingi in puzzlement.

"Yeah. You love me more than Dada." He repeated, puffing his cheeks out and pointing to Hongjoong who was just rolling his eyes by now.

The baby looked over at Hongjoong before blurting out the softest "Da..Da."

Hongjoong fell out of his chair and scrambled to get up to run inside the booth. Taking the baby away from Mingi, he held his face close.

"Can you say that again? Just one more time. I need to get that recorded right now."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa let out a series of noises as he carefully fed his daughter in front of him.

"Babe, you're doing that again." You told him as you continued whisking the pancake mix.

"Doing what?" He hardly payed attention to your question though as he continued to play around with the spoon in his hand, making it swirl around in the air while mimicking airplane sounds.

"Acting more like a baby than our actual baby." You snorted.

"No one's more babier than our little baby. She just likes playing around during eating time."

Seonghwa held the spoon close to her mouth, allowing her to take it into her mouth, some of it spilling on her chin as she munched it down at an alarmingly fast pace.

"Ok hold on there. Eat a little more slowly babygirl. Geez for a tiny thing, you sure have a big appetite."

When he pulled away the spoon, she started whining, upset at having her meal taken away from her. Her tiny eyebrows furrowed and her puree covered lips pouted in discontent.

"Oh look. She turned into an angry bird." You chuckled at her frowning face.

"It's not her fault she loves food."

When he held up the spoon again, her eyes widened and she began squirming around.

"You want more? Want more Num Num?" Seonghwa used the term that always seemed to get a reaction from her.

"Num num!" She squealed out of nowhere.

Seonghwa dropped the puree filled spoon on the table, not caring that he made a mess as he began freaking out over her first words.

"OH MY GOD Y/N! DID YOU HEAR HER?! SHE SAID HER FIRST WORDS! NUM NUM!"

Right away, she repeated after him when she heard the word again, making him lose it even more.

"Seonghwa.......num num isn't an actual word though....it's more like an onomatopoeia.."

But he was not listening to you.

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You held your daughter on your lap as the boys in front of you continued to practice their choreography ardently, her tiny figure loving it whenever you began bouncing her on your knee.

"Mingi!" Wooyoung screeched for the thousandth time.

"What?!" Mingi exclaimed, tired of being called out every 16 seconds.

"You're doing it wrong...again!" San joined in.

The other guys began groaning, some of them just dropping to the floor as they knew it would turn into another argument on who's right and who's wrong. Yunho looked over at you, shooting you an apologetic look as he had promised just one more run through and then you could both leave, but clearly that wasn't happening. You just smiled and grabbing your daughter's tiny hands, you waved them around, mimicking a show of support.

"Ok ok guys stop. Fighting will get us nowhere, so let's just go through it one more time so we can go home. Deal?" Hongjoong stepped in to put everyone in their place.

"Don't mess this up anymore Mingi. I got a scheduled cuddle session with Shiber that I can't be late for." San glared at him.

"I won't! Geez!" Mingi scoffed dramatically.

"Guys? Should we huddle up and shout 'hwaiting'?" Jongho suggested.

All of them immediately got together and placed one hand in the center.

"8 makes 1 team! Hwaiting!" They all shouted loudly.

Before they could press play on the music again, a tiny and excited 'hwaiting' made them all turn their heads towards you and the baby.

"Y/N......was that you or..?" Yunho looked at you with hopeful eyes.

You immediately shook your head and pointed at the tiny baby in your hands, who repeated what she said, a little jumbled, but still coherent.

Not just Yunho, but all of them started hollering and going insane over the baby's first words. Yunho rushed over and tried to get her to say more things.

"Ok now can you try and say daddy for me?"

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang poked a piece of chicken off the drumstick. Looking over at his son, he began to hold it towards his face, luckily you got there just in time to stop him.

"Yeosang!" You scolded him.

At your sharp tone, his fork slipped off his grip.

"I did nothing!" He held his hands up.

"Were you seriously about to feed our 1 year old chicken?" You exclaimed in disbelief.

"But honey! Look at him! He's hungry. What kind of father lets his child starve?" He pouted at you.

"Well here's an idea: why not get up and make him a bottle?" You suggested.

Yeosang looked at the baby and then back at you.

"Why not just pull your nipple out of your shirt and give him your milk?"

Seeing your widening eyes and wandering hands that were reaching for the nearest thing to throw at him, Yeosang immediately got up and went to the cabinets to start making a bottle.

"Geez! It was only a joke. No need to take it seriously. Besides...."

He snorted to himself before glancing back at you.

"It was pretty funny. Hehet."

You were going to say something back to him, but when your son repeated his father's 'hehet', you both stopped and stared at him before staring back at each other, silently asking each other if they heard right.

"Hehet." The boy answered your question when he said it again.

Yeosang came over, a smug smile on his face as he shook the baby bottle before lifting his son up in his arms. He kissed the top of his head and chuckled.

"Hehet. I knew you'd inherit my sense of humor."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San waved the plushie in front of the boy's face.

"Shiiiiberrr." He spoke out once again, but the boy stayed unfazed.

"Ok ok, I get it. I'll go slower this time."

Clearing his throat, he shook the plush rather violently.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiibbbbbbbbbeerrrr."

You cringed at San, inwardly regretting telling him about the fact that supposedly your son should have started talking by now, or at least babbling some words.

"San just give up. Maybe he's not ready yet."

But he wasn't going to be persuaded.

"No! I will get him to talk. Trust me on this, our son will soon say mommy or daddy or Shiber. Whichever comes first."

As San continued his attempts to get his son to mutter even a single word, your furry feline friend decided it would be a good idea to watch and proceeded to perch herself on the dresser right in front of your baby and San. Your son caught glimpse of his favorite bedtime buddy and began squealing, arms outstretched wanting to cuddle her.

"I'll give you the plushie once you say his name. Shiber." San offered.

You rolled your eyes.

"He doesn't want Shiber, he wants Byeol." You pointed out.

Having had his back turned, San whipped his head and saw Byeol staring him down.

"What? Byeol! Out I say! I'm still mad at you for getting your litter all over my clothes. Stop distracting my baby and get out!"

When the cat hissed at him when he tried to pick her up, San retreated.

"Byeol!" He warned her.

"B.....Bo....Byeol!" Your son finally spoke up.

You were so overjoyed at his words you immediately crouched in front of him, making sure to bring the cat with you.

"Yes! Yes! This is Byeol! Can you say her name again?"

The cat purred softly as the baby petted her ears before repeating her name, this time more clearly. San stood there looking shocked. Huffing softly, he crossed his arms.

"This doesn't mean you're off the hook Byeol."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Shifting the camera around, Mingi held it up towards you as you were currently playing around with your daughter who was in her little bouncer.

"And here we have the most beautiful creature to bless this earth."

You were about to let out an 'aww' at Mingi's words until he spoke up again.

"Honey could you please move aside so we can see the baby more clearly?"

Glaring at your husband, you picked up one of the tiny plushies surrounding your daughter and threw it at him, causing the baby to start laughing at her dad.

"Agression caught on camera!" He exclaimed as he faked being severely hurt by your actions.

You ignored him and turned your attention back to your daughter.

"Don't pay any attention to daddy. He's mean and bad." You cooed softly at her.

Mingi gasped dramatically, holding a hand over his mouth.

"Me? Bad?" He asked.

You nodded your head, not even bothering to look at him as you repeated yourself.

"Yes. Very very bad daddy." You tickled your daughter's feet.

"Bewy bad."

Both of you were surprised that your daughter said not 1, but 2 words, and it was even more surprising because it wasn't even time for her to start babbling just yet. Mingi sat down next to you, focusing the camera on her tiny face.

"Did you guys hear that?! She actually said 'bewy bad!" Mingi began squealing from excitement.

Not taking her eyes off Mingi, the baby began repeating herself.

"Bad.......bad...bad."

Mingi chuckled.

"Ok sweetheart, I get it. You can say bad, but maybe now try saying 'Dada'. Similar right?" He urged her to continue.

The baby simply picked up another toy and threw it at the camera.

"Bad!" She piped out.

Mingi now turned the camera to you.

"Look what you've done! Now she'll forever refer to me as 'bad'!" He huffed out.

"Ok but where's the lie though?" You teased him.

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

After the initial shock died down of hearing your daughter's first words, Wooyoung and you began screaming.

"She said her first words!" You cheered.

"I know! Wait! Was it a one time thing or...?"

Pressing his face in her view, Wooyoung intently stared at his baby.

"Repeat what you said. Mama." He told her.

Although it took her a while the second time, ultimately she said the word again, making you both applaud at her efforts. You were on the verge of crying at hearing your daughter call out for you for the very first time.

"Ok ok. Now.....say 'dada.' You know? As in your favorite parent? Dada." Wooyoung giggled at her.

"Mama." The girl said again.

"Yes yes, we get it. You can say mama, but now I want you to say dada ok?"

Wooyoung kept repeating the word over and over again, but each time the baby would instead say the one word she had learned so far. It was honestly hilarious watching Wooyoung get frustrated as his daughter refused to budge and instead continued to annoy him by saying mama instead of dada.

"Ok.....one last time. Da...da." Wooyoung went slower this time.

The baby took a tiny breath and Wooyoung actually got his hopes up but ultimately being let down.

"Mama." The baby squeaked.

Wooyoung began yelling in anger.

"Ya! The whole reason I wanted a girl was so that you could be daddy's little princess, not mommy's little pet! You're supposed to love me more! I'm the fun parent, your mom is supposed to be the one grounding you and forbidden you from doing fun things, how could you betray me like this?!"

Wooyoung wheezed violently after he got his rant out. The 10 month old just blinked at him, not understanding what caused him to be so agitated, but responded the only way she could.

"Mama."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho looked over at you every once in a while, chuckling at your seemingly futile attempts to get your son to say his first words, particularly, you wanted him to say "mommy" or "mama."

"Mommy." You repeated once again.

But the baby seemed more interested in his dad, watching him peel some apples and put them in a bowl. Normally he'd be splitting them in half, but since you were going to be baking an apple pie, you just needed them peeled at the moment.

"Baby. Please pay attention." You waved the rattle in his face to get him to look at you.

"Honey don't force him. There's still time. Besides you can't really trust everything google tells you." Jongho tried to comfort you.

But you weren't about to give up. You were hell bent on getting your son to call for you.

"Mama. Mama."

You pouted when the boy adamantly ignored you and just continued cooing softly at his father's movements.

"What? Do you prefer daddy over me?" You asked him, not really expecting him to answer.

"Da........deeee."

Jongho dropped the apple he was holding, eyes shooting up as he heard the baby's babble.

"Did....did he just say daddy?" He looked at you, but your son confirmed it once again for him.

"Daddeeee."

Jongho got up and went over to stand in front of your son, smiling proudly at him.

"Yes my little buddy. I'm your daddy and you just made me so happy."

He picked him up and kissed his cheek before stealing him away from you to spend more time with him.

"Ummm....we were having mother- son bonding time?" You told him.

"Well it's obvious he prefers my company."

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