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I can’t believe it’s the end either😭 and yeah they are so in love and so passionate too🤭🤭 thank you for coming along on this ride with me bby✨ I loved reading your lil reviews every week🫶🏼

Be With You | ch 17

☆summary: who knew that the hot guy you've been paired with for a class project is also a kind soul? Certainly not you, and you feel yourself falling even though you know you shouldn't. Will it be your demise, or will it all work out in the end?

☆pairing: Choi San x female!reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)

☆genre: slow burn strangers to lovers, college!au, smut, angst and fluff

☆warnings: cursing, mostly just a lot of fluff and happiness, explicit content: oral sex (male and female receiving), hair pulling, mouth fucking, edging, clit and nipple play, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex (be careful), praising, creampie, they make love

☆word count: 8.6k

☆series masterpost

☆a/n: last one :( thank you to @moonleeai for your amazing work as my beta reader, I love you and am forever thankful for you <3

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Cold snowflakes Withered down Until you bloom As a spring flower I'll be with you

Be With You, Ateez (english translation)

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Thursday, July 10th

You wake up with the morning sun, its gentle caress on your features bringing you back to reality from the land of dreams. You don’t open your eyes just yet though, the comfortable weight of San’s arm on your stomach keeping you tethered to grogginess.

It’s early anyway, if the sun is entering his room at an angle that allows it to shine in your face.

San is breathing deeply behind you, still sound asleep, and you snuggle your face in the soft blanket that’s wrapped around you, hoping to fall back asleep.

Last night was fun. You had dinner with San’s mother as she came to visit her son for his birthday, and she gave him a plushie that she claimed was from his collection back home. San thanked her with a blush, and you tucked that information in the back of your mind.

Of course, San has a plushie collection.

San’s arm tightens around you in his sleep, and he lets out a soft sigh that curls your lips upwards. And maybe it’s the weight of his arm on you, or the warmth of his body. Maybe it’s his soft breathing, but you do manage to fall back asleep, waking up again later when he shifts and turns on his back.

“Morning,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep, as you peek behind you.

“What are you doing?” you ask as you yawn, pulling Mr Snake tighter against your chest.

Because of course you always sleep with the plushie in your arms.

“I have to pee,” he admits. “But I’ll be right back.”

You whine as he moves and he lets out a small laugh that only makes you smile. “Happy birthday, Sannie.”

He’s already up, and he bends down to peck your forehead. “Thank you, princess.”

And then he’s leaving his room, stretching as he walks through the walk-in closet to access the bathroom. It doesn’t take long for him to be back, and you turn to face him as he lies down next to you, facing you too.

“You’re so old now,” you tease.

He narrows his gaze even though he chuckles. “Careful, we’ll be the same age soon.”

Indeed, your birthday is next month.

“But for now I get to call you an old man.”

He rolls his eyes, and then moves closer to pull you in his embrace. You laugh as your forehead ends up pressed against his pecs, and he only holds you tighter. “Alright then,” he grumbles. “I guess I’m old.”

Satisfied, you nod, and then you sigh again as sleep refuses to fully leave you. But then, thoughts about the day that’s to come awaken you thoroughly, and you sit up so fast you almost bump San’s nose on the way up.

“What?” he asks, startled.

“It’s your birthday!” you excitedly say.

“Yes, we’ve already established that.”

You squeal, and then you bend down, pecking his face repeatedly as he just starts laughing. It’s more of a giggle, and it’s adorable and makes your heart so full of love for him you think you’re about to burst.

You haven’t told each other the three little words yet. San came close once, or at least you think he did, but still, the words haven’t been said yet. Not because you don’t feel them - you’ve been feeling them for a long time now - but only because you wanted the perfect occasion to tell him. And you’ve prepared the perfect occasion now, even though he doesn’t know it yet.

But you still have to wait until tomorrow as today is reserved to hanging out with your friends and celebrating all together. Indeed, you’re going to spend the afternoon in a park on the riverside, where the wind should hopefully help with chasing the heat of the day away. Indeed, it’s supposed to be incredibly warm today, with lightning storms at the peak of the afternoon, but they never really last long at this time of the year.

“Truce, truce!” San yells as you just keep pecking his face.

His cheeks are flushed red when you pull away. You’re now straddling his lap, and you sit back on him, putting your weight on his dick. His reaction is immediate - he reaches for your waist, holding you in place, and lust seeps into his gaze.

The honeymoon phase is strong between you. It’s been even more intense since you’ve decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend at the beginning of May, after that dinner with his father.

About that, you’ve met up for dinner with his father two times since then, each time going better than the last. You saw him last weekend, and San was genuinely happy the whole time, not even once making a comment about his father leaving. You know he hasn’t forgiven the man, and you don’t think he ever will, but you can tell that those dinners have been healing something in him. And his father has been trying so hard to be present for San, texting him more often - all you can hope for is that it’ll last.

You zero back in on the present, your eyes skimming San’s features as he looks up at you. He wets his lips, and you glance at that too, right before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.

You’re not big on wet kisses in the morning - morning breath is just not it - and so the kiss doesn’t deepen too much, your tongues not reaching for each other like they usually instinctively do. It’s more lips, and you love it that way too, if only because San’s lips are always so soft.

But you have a goal in mind for the birthday boy, and it’s not to kiss him. No, you want to make him feel good, want him to start his day in the best way possible, so you leave his mouth to find his neck. He turns his head to the side to give you better access, and you kiss down the soft skin of his neck, nipping at the spot that connects his shoulder to his neck. He lets out a barely audible sound that makes your insides grow warm, and so you keep travelling down his body, kissing every inch of skin until you reach the band of his boxers.

“Can I take these off?” you ask.

San is looking down at you and he nods, wetting his lips. “What are you up to?” he asks.

“Just want to treat the birthday boy good, is that wrong?”

“Nope.” He raises his hips to help you remove his boxers, and you quickly slide them down his legs, removing them entirely to throw them on the floor.

San watches you carefully as you look at his dick. He’s still relatively soft, but you know that will change in no time.

“Then, be nice for me, will you?” you tell him, tilting your head to the side like you’re a predator sizing your prey.

He doesn’t have time to answer. Indeed, you’re already cupping his balls, and he hisses at the contact, a muscle feathering under the skin of his jaw at the sensitivity. He curses under his breath, but you’re already leaning forward, pressing a kiss on his hip next to his dick.

“Careful with the balls,” he reminds you.

You release the pressure, not wanting to hurt him, and your tongue darts out to tease his dick. “I didn’t say you could talk.”

His gaze widens, and you take him in your mouth, sucking lightly. His teeth dig in his lower lip, and then you’re slowly taking all of him in, swallowing around him. The fact that he’s still relatively soft makes it easier, and your eyes flutter shut as you focus on the action, on running your tongue on the underside of his dick as you slowly pull out.

A string of spit hangs between his tip and your mouth, and it breaks as you start jerking him off, keeping that slow rhythm you’ve settled on for now. San lets you do it, eyes closed as he enjoys the blowjob, his head resting on his pillow in a way that makes his jaw even sharper than it usually is.

You reach up, nails dragging on his abs, and he immediately looks down at you. Your gazes connect as you take him in your mouth again, swirling your tongue around his tip before teasing his slit. And then you go down again, this time choking a little as he’s already harder.

You start moving up and down, keeping that slow rhythm that will drive him crazy in no time, and you stroke his dick with your hand in time with the motions of your head, making sure to drool on him so that you can use it as natural lube. It works, and San’s breathing grows heavier, louder, yet he keeps the groans that make you go insane to himself, so you keep the slow pace.

San curses lowly, and one of his hands finds the back of your head, as if he’ll try to push you down on him. But he doesn’t, just follows you, though he’s soon gripping at your hair, pulling it in a makeshift ponytail.

“You’re being a tease, mmh?” he asks as he pulls on your hair.

You pull away from his dick, looking at him innocently. “Me? I would never.”

“Fucking brat,” he says, his eyes dark. “There’s something I want to try.”

He sits up while you sit back on your heels, wiping the spit on your chin with the back of your hand. “What do you want to try?”

He looks at the side of the bed, then chuckles awkwardly. “Feel free to say no. But… what if you hang your head from the bed?”

You try to picture it in your mind, though you’re not quite sure how it would work. “Huh?”

San gets up, his now-hard dick bouncing with the motion. One of his hands wraps around himself, and he strokes twice as you move to the side of the bed.

“Lie on your back,” San indicates. You do, though your head is still on the bed. “Now, if you move closer to me a little…”

He stops talking as you do so, and a few seconds later, your head is hanging from the bed.

“Mmh, my bed is a little low for this,” he pensively says, yet he manages to bend his knees slightly, and then his dick is right in your face.

Unable to resist, you tease him with your tongue and San chuckles, before tapping your lips with the tip of his dick.

“Now, I can fuck your mouth like this,” he says. “If that’s okay with you?”

He’s waiting for your consent, and you wonder how long he’s actually been wanting to do this. Because just having you in this position has gotten him rock hard, his balls tight like he’s already close to coming.

“You want it?” you ask.

He pulls away enough so that he can meet your gaze. “I just think it’d be really fucking hot. But I’ve never done this, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

You love him. You fucking love him so much and, if he wants to try, then you’ll try with him.

“I’ll tap your leg if it hurts,” you reassure him. “I want to try, too.”

He wets his lips, chest going up in a sharp inhale of breath, and then he’s bringing his dick back to your mouth, pressing it on your lips. You open wide for him, and he slowly pushes in, his tip rubbing on your tongue in the most decadent way. He stops with just his tip in, and then pulls out just as slow, before pushing back in.

He’s trying to be gentle. That much is clear to you, and it turns you on to no end. So, without hesitating, you bring your hand between your legs - you’ve never been so happy about choosing to sleep naked - parting your lips to see that you’re already soaked wet.

“Fuck,” San curses as you start rubbing circles on your clit, and you moan as he pushes in, so deep you feel him in your throat.

You keep the gag reflex in, and it’s strangely easier in this position. San notices it, too, because he starts going faster, his restraint slowly falling out the window. And then he’s truly fucking your mouth, and it’s so hot that you’re a moaning mess around him. It has to feel good - the sounds that he makes are pornographic, sounds you commit to memory for when you’re apart from him and need a reminder.

He pulls out occasionally, letting you breathe a little, but it’s clear to you that he’s chasing his high, and that he’s going to get to it soon. Indeed, his motions are sloppier now, less focused, and his groans have turned into moans.

“Where should I come?” he asks as he pulls out once more, and you immediately reach for his dick, jerking him off fast.

“Wherever you want,” you answer, your voice raucous from getting your throat fucked.

You’ve barely had time to finish your sentence that he’s already coming, spurts of his seed falling on your breasts and on your stomach. Some even fall on your cheek, yet you don’t stop jerking him off, milking his orgasm from him as he shakes over you.

Once it’s clear to you that he’s done coming, you let go of his dick, licking your fingers clean. You then pick up his cum on your cheek, licking that clean, too, and San looks down at you, his eyes wide.

“That was so fucking hot,” he lets out. “Holy shit.”

You chuckle. “It really was.”

“Let me wipe you clean, and then I want you to come all over my face.”

His words barely register - he’s already running to the bathroom, and he comes back with a wet hand cloth that he uses to clean your breasts and stomach, and then he’s lying down on the bed next to you.

“Climb on,” he tells you.

You laugh at his eagerness, but you’re quick to obey, straddling his face.

What a way to start the day indeed.

*****

The park is crowded, yet not as much as you imagined it would be on a summer day. It makes sense - with the lightning storm coming later, most people have chosen to do activities inside. But not you and your friends, and especially not San.

You’ve been watching some of your friends playing frisbee while you’re eating an ice cream cone you got from the vendor by the river. Sydney is next to you, reading a book, and Taeri, Wooyoung’s new girlfriend, has also elected to hang out with the two of you.

She’s nice. You don’t get along with her as well as you did with Lyla, but you haven’t spoken to the latter since she and Jongho broke up last month, and you have the feeling that you likely won’t speak to her again.

Not when they broke up because Lyla cheated on Jongho with her ex.

You were appalled when Yeosang told you about it two weeks ago while you were hanging out on the rooftop of his and Wooyoung’s building. The sun was setting, the atmosphere more that of a party than that of somber confessions, but the alcohol had loosened Yeosang’s tongue, and he told you all about the breakup.

It made sense, then, that Jongho didn’t speak to anyone for a few weeks. The news were devastating to him, and though he’s come along today in honor of San’s birthday, you’ve noticed the shadows in his eyes.

All you can hope for is that today helps him, too. He deserves it.

“It is so humid,” Taeri lets out, and you glance at her to see that she’s got a small portable fan directed towards her face, her eyes closed as she enjoys the wind that it projects on her. “I feel like the storm will be wild.”

“It’ll probably be,” Sydney agrees. “But we’ll be fine, we reserved the second floor of a café nearby.”

Taeri’s eyes shoot open as she looks in Sydney’s direction. “No way.”

“Yeah,” you interject. “I figured it’d be better to be prepared, and Seonghwa knows the owner from working there last year. It was easy to reserve.”

“That’s great!”

The conversation naturally dies as she leans back against the tree behind her. Indeed, you’re sitting in the shade of a large tree, and the leaves allow some sun rays to pass, creating a dappled carpet on the grass you’re lounging on.

Wooyoung cheers loudly from where they’ve been throwing the frisbee around, and you look in his direction, noticing San, Yeosang and Jongho all dapping up. The other team, composed of your brother, Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Mingi - he’s visiting for the week - appears to be crestfallen, the loss visible on all of their features. You laugh at the sight, though they all cheer up the second San says they should rearrange the teams.

And then they’re back to playing, and you take a long sip of the water bottle you brought along with you, making a mental note to make sure that San drinks a bunch once he stops playing so that he doesn’t get dehydrated.

It’d be easy to get dehydrated in this heat after all.

The boys play for a while longer, and clouds have started gathering in the sky by the time they finish, hinting at the storm that’s to come. They all walk back towards you and the girls, and San plops down on the ground next to you, grabbing the water bottle you hand him.

You’re not surprised that he chugs it in one go, and he takes a deep breath when he’s done, meeting your gaze.

“I won all my games,” he says with a proud smile, and you reach to his forehead to push back a strand of hair that stuck to his sweat.

“Look at you.”

He leans closer, a smirk growing on his lips. “I think it’s because the day started out so well,” he teases. “Can’t get bad after that.”

You snort, pushing him playfully, though you don’t reply anything to that.

Mostly because you agree with him, but also because thinking about it too much will make you want to start again where you left off, and that won’t be possible for a while.

Once the boys have all had their shares of water, emptying most water bottles that you brought with you, you decide to head to the coffee shop. Indeed, the sky has gotten even greyer, and you all know it’s just a matter of time before it opens up and hell falls on your group.

Thankfully, you make it to the coffee shop just in time, and the loud splatter of the rainfall creates a serene ambiance as you settle around the second floor, scattering around the different tables here.

The coffee shop is pretty. With a lot of plants, and a view of the inner yard and the trees in it, and you admire them as the rain showers endlessly, the low rumble of thunder in the distance an indication that the storm will hit soon.

But it doesn’t matter. Not when you’re inside, and the owner brings up some dessert for you all before taking your order for your drinks. You choose a matcha, and San gets his usual iced Americano, and then the owner goes around the group, leaving your side.

“This is nice,” San says, and he picks up a small bite-sized cake that he immediately eats. “It’s much better than the box cake I have at home.”

You chuckle. “Do you mean that one you almost fully ate yesterday?”

“It doesn’t count, it’s my birthday,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.

You laugh, grabbing a paper napkin to clean the frosting that stains the corner of his mouth. “You’re the one that complained you were going to lose your abs yesterday.”

He glares at you, right as Wooyoung plops down in the chair next to you, Taeri behind him. She sits next to him, and she offers you a small smile as you glance her way.

“Y’all got the best desserts, apparently,” Wooyoung says as he also grabs a bite-sized cake. “At least according to Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa is currently busy chatting with Hongjoong at the table overlooking the inner yard, and they look lost in their own little world. You assume Wooyoung and Taeri were with them before though, as there are empty chairs that clearly don’t belong to the table next to it.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong… They still haven’t made their relationship official, though everyone in the friend group kind of knows about them. They’re being less and less subtle as time passes, and you can tell it’s just a matter of time before they do make it official.

It’s not like they really need it, though. They’ve both been visibly happy, and that’s the only thing that matters in the end.

“Can I have one?” Taeri politely asks San.

He snorts. “You don’t have to ask me, just grab some.”

She nods with a blush - like she often does around everyone that isn’t Wooyoung, you and Sydney - and she does grab a bite, her eyes widening in appreciation.

You might be harsh with her. She’s just a shy girl, someone you wouldn’t expect to be with a guy like Wooyoung, but then again maybe Wooyoung will help her get out of her shell a little. It’s already started to work, as she talks to you and Sydney more, but you reckon she still has a long way to go before she’s comfortable in the friend group.

The lightning storm hits about fifteen minutes later, the rain growing even heavier outside, and it’s loud enough to make you all have to talk louder to hear each other. It doesn’t deter anyone though, the excitement and delightful relaxation in the café lingering all through the storm.

You like spending time with all of your friends like this. It’s so rare that you manage to get a full day with everyone like this - especially on a Thursday - yet you managed to make it work, and you know you’ll keep those memories close to your heart when you’ll look back on this day in the future.

Indeed, the fun lingers around for quite a while, even after the rain stops. You all go back outside, splitting the bill for the check between everyone - except San, obviously. Though puddles of water greet you the second you step outside, the humidity has fallen, making the heat much more bearable.

It helps that the sun is back as the afternoon ends, slowly drying the city around you. You take to walking around, stopping at different shops to buy some clothes and other items, and you end up getting a plush toy for San even though you already gave him a gift yesterday night, when his mother was over. It’s a bracelet, and he’s been wearing it proudly all day, showing it off to his friends like it’s the most precious thing he owns.

You love him so fucking much.

“I got you this,” you tell San as you walk out of the shop you and Sydney went in.

San’s gaze falls on the round seal in your hands, and he bursts out laughing. “You did not have to get me anything.”

You proudly hand him the plushie, and he hugs it to his chest, gaze widening. “I know!” you tell him.

“This shit is fluffier than I thought it would be.”

You nod. “It’s a perfect cuddle buddy for when you miss me.”

San laughs again, leaning down to press a quick peck on your lips. “Thank you, princess.”

Your eyes shine as you meet his, and he looks so happy, so beautiful like this.

So… yours.

“Come on, lovebirds, we’re not going to watch you give googly eyes to each other all evening,” Wooyoung says from just a little further down the street, and you snort as you glance his way to see him with his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder.

“Respectfully fuck off,” you throw his way.

He just winks at you, pulling Taeri closer to kiss her temple. “Nah.”

And then they’re walking away, and you follow behind him. Sydney is in front with Yunho and Yeosang, and you can’t see the rest of the group from where you are. It doesn’t matter - you’ve been slowly heading towards a popular Korean barbecue that’s just a couple of streets over, and you know everyone will make it there.

Or at least everyone that wants to be there, which you assume is everyone.

And you’re right. You arrive at the Korean barbecue all of ten minutes later, putting your names in on the waiting list, and then you go wait in a small park nearby, playing in the playground that’s currently empty of kids considering the sun is slowly sinking towards the horizon.

You end up sitting on the swings with Sydney and your brother, while they bicker about something that seems to be entirely inconsequential, yet the epitome of their life.

But when is it not when it comes to them? They already sound like an old married couple, and Yunho even told you last week that he sees himself marrying Sydney in the next few years. He’s even asked you to try and figure out what kind of ring she’d like, and you told him that, as her boyfriend, he should be the one to figure that out.

Though, obviously, you already know what she wants, but you’re not going to make your brother’s life easier. Where would be the fun in that?

“What’s Mingi doing?” Sydney asks suddenly, stopping the bickering, and you look around, only to find Mingi on the phone by a park bench, a couple of meters away from everyone.

“On the phone with his mom,” Yunho replies easily.

“Cute,” you let out, and memories of his mother and her sweet smile come to your mind. “How has she been?”

“Good, I presume,” Yunho says. “Mingi didn’t say anything, so I assume she’s good.”

“You’re so useless.”

His head whips your way. “Fuck off.”

“No.”

He glares at you, but he doesn’t say anything as San stops in front of you, handing you the seal plushie you got him.

“Can you hold this?” he asks. “Wooyoung said I can’t do the monkey bars, so I’ll show him he’s wrong.”

You chuckle. “The monkey bars?” you repeat. “How old are you again?”

“Twenty-three, thanks for asking.” San pushes the plushie on your lap, and then bends down to kiss your forehead quickly.

You just laugh as he runs back towards Wooyoung, Yeosang, Taeri and Jongho. Jongho is currently doing the monkey bars, obviously making his way across. They all do - even Taeri easily does it, and you’re left wondering if your friends are adults or if you’ve all jumped back ten years in the past - hell, fifteen years in the past - to when you were kids and meaningless challenges like that were personification of happiness.

It’s fun. You love your friends for that. They make youth even better than it already is, filling it with laughs and smiles and so much joy. They’re like family in a way, and you just know the friendships will last through the years.

The lively chatter at the Korean barbecue later tells you so, too. Conversation flows easily between the group, everyone having their piece of mind to say, and the food is amazing, as good as this place’s reputation led you to believe. You even end up sharing soju and, though you hate the taste, you find yourself having to take more than one shots from losing at some drinking games that Hongjoong initiates.

When your bellies are full and alcohol has already started flowing, you head towards the nearest karaoke place so that you can rent a room for the evening. You walk hand in hand with San, Yeosang lingering at the back of the group with you as he texts away on his phone, and you can help but wonder who’s got him chuckling to himself like that.

“Who are you texting?” you ask as he laughs for the fifth time.

“None of your business, mom,” he replies without missing a beat, not even looking up from his phone.

“Got someone in your life?” San teases.

That makes him look up, his cheeks turning beet red, and he shakes his head. “What makes you think that?”

You and San exchange a look, and you both burst out laughing. “That reaction?” you say.

Yeosang turns off his phone, putting it away in his back pocket. “Y’all shut up,” he says, though it has no bite. “It’s still early, and I don’t want everyone to know and ask questions.”

Another look is exchanged between you and San. A knowing look - you’ve worked together to get Sydney and Yunho to date, you both knew about Hongjoong and Seonghwa first, and you even helped Wooyoung to plan his first dates with Taeri.

It’s like you’re somehow always involved, whether it be from close or far, in your friends’ relationships.

“Don’t worry, we won’t say shit,” you reassure him. “We’ve known about Seonghwa and Hongjoong since last year and we haven’t told anyone.”

Yeosang’s gaze widens. “No way.”

“Yup,” San says. He lets go of your hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer. “She figured it out first, though.”

You did, but you’d immediately told San about it as he’d walked you home from that bar in December, back when things were so… uncertain between the two of you.

Back when he’d given you your Christmas gift, your own personal Mr Snake.

“Not surprised,” Yeosang says, and it somehow sounds ominous.

“What’s that supposed to mean!”

He laughs, shrugging his shoulders, before innocently saying, “Nothing.”

You glare at him, but then Hongjoong is calling Yeosang’s name, as he’s the one that called the karaoke place to rent a room while you were still at the restaurant. Yeosang jogs to the front of your group, leaving you alone with San, and you turn towards your boyfriend.

“At this point, everyone in the group will be dating soon,” you say with a laugh.

San winces. “Besides Jongho.”

Right.

“We’ll find him someone,” you say with quiet conviction. “He’s a great guy, it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“Not sure if he’ll want to date right away,” San says. “Considering the… cheating, and all.”

“True.” You ponder for a time, and then shrug your shoulders. “It’s not like he has to date anyone. As long as he heals and gets better, I’ll be happy for him.”

San glances towards Jongho, who seems a little out of place with the somber look on his face. You don’t hesitate, pushing San towards him, and your boyfriend takes the cue, heading towards his friend.

They end up chatting for a while, lingering outside after everyone’s already gone in, but when they come up, Jongho is smiling, and you’re relieved that San was able to cheer him up.

You’ve never been part of a karaoke session that’s as chaotic as this one turns out to be. Everyone is screaming more than singing, alcohol flowing between the group of you, and you go through classics like Celine Dion, to songs by IU, passing by other songs from popular pop artists. It’s a blast, especially as Hongjoong impresses everyone with his rapping skills, and Seonghwa looks at him like he’s never seen him before.

Yunho has that look on his face too when Sydney goes up with Yeosang and Wooyoung, too. He just looks at her like she puts the stars in his night sky and though he’s your brother, and he’s just a huge dumbass, you can’t help but find it adorable.

You end up singing your share with your friends, though your voice is not even nearly as good as theirs. It’s still fun, and you’re a laughing mess as the night unfolds, up until you sit back on the couch by the wall to take a breather as all of them are singing along to a popular song from the 2000s. Mingi is chilling on the couch too, and he looks at you as you sit down, grabbing a water bottle.

“Tired?” he asks you.

“I’m losing my voice.”

You both laugh, as you indeed sound like your voice is about to give up on you.

“It’s ‘cause you’ve been screaming,” Mingi says. “Not too good for the vocal cords.”

You wince, right on cue with Wooyoung screaming. “Right.”

You listen to your friends sing, smiling at San as he glances your way. He smiles back, that dimpled smile you fell in love with so hard so long ago, and your heart flutters in your chest.

“I’m happy for you,” Mingi says, and you glance at him. At the sight of your quirked eyebrow, he adds, “You and San seem really happy.”

You beam. You can’t help it - you are really happy.

“Thanks, Mingi,” you gently say.

“You deserve it, after everything you’ve been through.”

You don’t let the reminder of Jungkook, and of the shitshow that happened last semester between you and San, take hold. Instead, you let it wash over like it’s just a wave in the sea, and then you let it go.

“You know, you deserve it, too,” you reply.

Sadness momentarily passes in his gaze, though you could swear it ends with a silver lining. “We all do. Sometimes, it just takes more time, you know?”

You recall what he’d told you about his ex back during the beach trip. How she ran because he was too much too soon for her.

“It does,” you gently say.

Mingi meets your gaze, and you see the sadness. It’s still there, but you could swear it isn’t as potent as it was back in April.

Time does heal everything, doesn’t it?

“One day,” he lets out. “One day, I’ll find someone that looks at me the way San looks at you.”

He will. You know he will - Song Mingi is a good person after all, and he deserves all the love in the universe.

Friday, July 11th

The drive out of the city is peaceful, Yunho’s car eating the miles towards your destination. Destination that you refused to reveal to San, but you reckon he’s had an inkling since you left the city.

It’s strange to be the one driving. You haven’t driven in a while and, though your parents told Yunho to let you use the car whenever you want to, you’re too used to just letting him drive and taking Ubers the rest of the time that you feel rusted as the countryside passes by the window in a blur of deep green leaves and baby blue skies.

You’re holding San’s hand, though he’s dozed off a moment ago, the indie music playlist you’ve put on lulling him to sleep. Though he’ll wake up soon enough, as you’re closing in on your destination.

The camping is nestled a little higher in the mountains, next to a river and some waterfalls, which you’ve planned to go see tomorrow. Today, you just want to relax with San, and maybe stargaze and eat toasted marshmallows. Which is exactly what you end up doing, after having stopped in town at a small restaurant to eat a bite before heading to the camping site.

Camping might be a generous word, or maybe not generous enough word. Indeed, you won’t have to sleep in a tent, as the place comes with a small trailer with a kitchen, a fully-equipped bathroom, and a queen bed. You got a deal for it back in May, and you’ve been looking forward to coming here since then.

There’s some sort of intimacy in being alone in the forest under a blanket of stars with the man that you love. The man you’ve come so far with, the one that stole your heart so many months ago. And though he might have hurt you once, he’s been nurturing your heart so well now it feels like it never happened.

“This is… nice,” San lets out as you walk into the trailer, the setting sun painting the scene in gold. “But it must have been so expensive.”

He throws you a look over his shoulder as you take off your shoes, and you just offer him a small smile. “Don’t worry about it, it’s your birthday gift.”

“You say that as if you haven’t already given me a gift,” he says, raising his hand to bring your attention to the bracelet on his wrist. “You didn’t need to do all this.”

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his waist. “But I wanted to.”

It’s all you need to say for him to turn around, and he immediately goes in for a kiss that leaves your mind spinning. It makes you giggle as he pulls away and pecks your forehead, and then he sits on the bed, pulling you closer.

“So, just us two, in the middle of the woods…” he trails off. “Are you planning to murder me?”

You burst out laughing as you tap his chest. “Nope. But it’d be the perfect place. No one would hear you scream.”

His mouth falls open, and you just push him back, climbing on his lap. The shocked expression turns into a smug one, and he grips your hips. “Oh, scream that way.”

You can’t help it. It’s the way he looks at you, desire blazing bright all of a sudden. It’s enough to make you forget all about the marshmallows you were planning to toast.

All you want is San, and so you dive in, leaning down to steal a heated kiss off his lips. He reciprocates in a heartbeat, his tongue darting out to tease your lower lip. You sigh in his mouth, and he uses the opportunity to push his tongue in your mouth.

You suck on the wet muscle, and San grunts, his hands tightening on your hips. And then they shift to your ass, and he massages at the flesh of it, earning a small moan for you.

“Is it wild that I already want to fuck you in this bed?” San asks when you pull away to leave a trail of kisses down his neck.

You sit up, circling your hips on his already half-hard dick. “It isn’t.” You lean down, kiss him languidly for a few seconds, before sitting again. “I want you to fuck me, too.”

He sits up, easily finding your lips. He kisses you, sucking your lower lip into his mouth before gently biting at it. You grind on him again and, before you know it, he lands a hand on the small of your back, the other holding the back of your head firmly, and he spins you around until you’re on the bed with him over you.

“Then I’ll fuck you now, princess.”

He’s quick to take his shirt off, and your hands wander around the strong muscles of his abdomen as he remains kneeling between your legs, his dark eyes swimming with lust.

“I swear every day you get even more pretty,” he praises. “So, so fucking pretty.” He bends down, quickly kisses you hard and deep, and then sits back on his heels again. “To think that you’re mine.” One of his hands slightly coasts its way up your side, and he traces your jaw. “I’m so lucky.”

Fuck, you love him.

“San…” you trail off.

He smirks. “I know, baby. I’ll take good care of you.”

As soon as the words are out, San stands, helping you to sit up so that he can take off your shirt. You busy yourself with unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down his legs before letting them fall to the ground. San steps out of them, and your eyes drop to the bulge in his dark green boxers as he straightens.

“I’m already so hard,” he comments as he readjusts himself in his underwear.

You reach forward, palming him through the fabric. “You always get so hard for me.”

He chuckles, though it ends on a small moan as you lean closer, licking his tip through his underwear. “Fuck,” he lets out.

His single curse makes your blood boil with lust for him, and you pull his underwear down, releasing his dick so that you can directly lick at his slit. He groans, especially as you think better of it, sucking his tip lightly.

“You’re so sensitive,” you purr as you pull away.

He cups your cheeks, bending down to steal a heated kiss from your lips, one that leaves your mind spinning as he devours you.

“Lie down on the bed,” he orders once he pulls away, pushing his boxers down his legs.

Heart beating out of your chest, you obey, watching him though half-lidded eyes as he kneels on the floor, his face at a level with your clothed pussy. It doesn’t stay that way for too long. San quickly takes your pants off, taking your panties with them, and you’re soon bare to him, the last piece of clothing on your body being your bra.

San kisses the inside of your thighs as he hooks your legs over his shoulders, and then he blows on your pussy. You instinctively try to close your legs, but he keeps you spread wide open for him.

“Be nice, mmh?” he tells you.

“Then get to work,” you whine.

He laughs, the sound genuine and amused, and a second later, his lips are wrapped around your clit. He circles it with his tongue, earning a breathless sound from you, and then he flicks it once before moving lower, pushing your folds apart with his tongue. He shamelessly fucks you with the wet muscle, and you throw your head back, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure swarms through you.

San is good to you. He’s always been, but over the months, he’s learned even more of your tells, of what you like, and he always applies it diligently, coaxing orgasms after orgasms out of you. You know tonight won’t be any different - the way his tongue moves back to your clit, making an eight motion on the sensitive bundle of nerves, sends your mind into orbit, and your moans grow increasingly louder as your climax looms closer, promising to hit in a delicious high.

Right when you think it’ll hit, San pulls away, and you let out a frustrated sound as he blows on your oversensitive clit again.

“You’re going to have to be patient, princess,” San teases, and he bites at the skin of the inside of your thigh before kneeling between your legs.

He’s hard, precum beading at his tip, and he grabs the base of his dick, aligning himself with your clit. And then he’s rubbing his tip on you, and your legs twitch as he hits a good spot. You moan, loud, and he chuckles, his hand finding your breast to pinch your nipple.

“Think you can hold it in for me?” he asks, and it’s almost condescending.

Though you know San is never condescending with you.

“It’s so good,” you whine.

“Yeah?” He pulls away, spitting on your pussy, and then he’s back to rubbing his dick on you. “Imagine how good it’ll feel once I’m inside of you.”

Just the thought of it makes a shiver run up and down your spine, and you bite at your lower lip. “Imagine how good it’ll feel for you, mmh?”

“Oh, I’m patient,” he frustratingly teases, pulling away from you. “We have all night.”

You almost curse at him, but you hold it in as he plops on the bed next to you, his large hand immediately going between your legs so that he can run a finger between your lips.

“I might kill you,” you grumble as he circles your clit with barely any pressure.

He kisses your cheek. “You won’t. We both know you come the hardest when I edge you.” He dips his finger inside of you, and you let out a broken sound that’s soon interrupted by his digit returning to your clit. “Besides, it’s my birthday. You’ll let me have my fun, right?”

“It was your birthday yesterday.”

He props himself up on his elbow, looking down at you. His finger is still teasing you in a pace so slow it almost hurts, and he just smiles down at you, his gaze dark. “Thought you said it was my birthday weekend.”

You did say that. Yet all you do now is clench your jaw, trying to glare at him despite the way he plunges his finger in you again.

“You’re soaked,” he praises, and he pulls his finger out to look at it. It’s covered in your juice, and San sucks it clean before meeting your gaze again. “Now, let’s get to work.”

He does. He gets to work, kneeling next to you as he pushes his finger inside of you, curling it to rub at your nutty spot for a few seconds before he pushes another finger inside, fighting against your walls until they swallow him in. And then he’s going at it, playing with your g-spot like it’s an instrument he knows by heart, his other hand resting flat on your lower belly. It doesn’t take you long before your high hits and, though he didn’t say you could come, you climax all over his hand, screaming his name as he keeps going.

You’re squirting. You don’t know how long he makes you squirt for, but you’re a mewling mess under his talented hands, and soon the bed is soaked, his fingers dripping with your juice as he finally pulls them out of you.

You whine from the loss of sensation, but then a second later, he’s pushing all the way in, his dick hitting your cervix. It doesn’t even hurt, not when you’re as aroused as you are. Especially not as his hand becomes a lose necklace around your neck, and he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow, the bed slamming in the wall hard.

But here, there’s no one to hear you. It’s just you and him, so you moan and scream his name as he gives you orgasm after orgasm, his skillful thrusts keeping you on cloud nine so long you’re convinced you’ll forget how to walk by the time he’s done with you.

“You always take me so fucking well,” San grunts as he slams all the way in. “So, so fucking well.” He bends down, kissing you deeply, and then the motions of his hips grow slower, yet they remain just as deep. “I could fuck you like this for the rest of my life.”

He’s out of breath, covered in sweat, yet you run your shaky hands on his back, holding him close to you.

“Do it,” you whisper.

He raises his head to meet your gaze. You can barely focus on him, ecstasy coursing through your blood, yet you find his eyes, diving head first in the love they hold.

“I will,” he promises.

This time, when he kisses you again, all the lust is gone. There’s just love left, so much love, and he fucks you slow, makes love to you for what feels like hours, up until the sun fully sets and dusk falls upon the two of you. Only then does he climax too, painting your insides white as he unloads his cum deep inside of you, your legs wrapped around his waist as if you could bring him closer, too.

Hell, you’d want him under your skin if you could.

It takes forever for your heartbeats to settle in your chests after, your breathing entwined as San rests his forehead on yours. There’s love in the sound, in the space between your lips that’s connected more often than enough, yet not enough at all.

You’re consumed by San. Thoroughly, completely consumed by him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Wow,” he breathes out between one heartbeat and the next. “Princess…”

You peck his lips. “I know.”

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he confesses. “Every day of my life, I want you by my side.”

“San…”

“Yes?”

It’s time. You feel it in your bones, feel it in your soul. And maybe you wanted to say it under a sky full of stars, maybe you wanted to say it while listening to the crackle of the fire. But the moment has come, the time is right, and the words need an out, more than they’ve ever needed before.

“I love you.”

He beams. Brighter than even the Sun that sits at the middle of the solar system, San beams, grinning from ear to ear as he raises his head just enough to meet your gaze. “Princess…”

“It’s true,” you insist, and you rub your hands on his back. “I love you, Choi San. I’ve loved you for a long time already, and I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time but… yes, I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says in a breathy whisper heavy with emotion. “And I will always love you.”

You laugh, happy tears welling up in your eyes. “That’s a big promise to make.”

“I mean it,” he insists. He lies next to you, and you feel his seed dripping out of you. “There’s no one else but you.” He kisses your cheek as you grin, glancing at him. “Besides, I’m meeting your family next week. They have to know how much I love you.”

“And how much is that?” you ask, feeling greedy.

“More than you can imagine.” He props himself up on a shoulder to look down at you. “I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”

“Cheesy.”

He laughs, kissing you in the middle of it. It’s awkward, but it makes sense for you and Choi San.

Happiness and love will always make sense for the two of you.

“You love it,” he replies.

“I love you.”

“Look who’s cheesy now?”

You scrunch up your nose, unable to keep your grin in despite trying to. “Fuck, San.”

Your words are serious, catching him off guard. “What?”

“It took us so long…”

“Oh, princess…” He tugs you closer, wrapping his arms around you. “No matter how long it took, we got here. And that’s what’s important.”

He’s right. You know he is, and you love him even more for it.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he whispers next, kissing the top of your head. “I love you, Y/n. And I’ll love you for the rest of my life, too.”

“For the rest of our lives,” you say. “I will love you too.”

You think it’s the easiest promise you’ve ever made.

After all, nothing could have stopped you and Choi San from happening. Not when it’s been written in the universe long before you even existed. And so, for the rest of your life, you’ll spend your time loving him, for every second and every minute and every hour. From this moment until your very last one.

From now until the end of your time.

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oddinary4bts · 12 days ago

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Thank you bby✨ I’ll miss them so much too🥺 I hope you enjoy what I have next in plan too!! Finally managed to start writing again🤭