#choi san can’t behave as it seems

[shinescape]

Imitation

Human Ateez x Android Reader

Requested!

note: a birthday present for @navihwa requested by a dear anon. I hope you like how this turned out. Happy Birthday and enjoy the read <3

Out of curiosity, San had brought you back home, an android he found standing outside a pizza place. He went out by himself, trying to get his hands on the new game he’d been dying to play but instead found you looking ahead outside a restaurant, standing as still as a statue.

He stepped closer and took in the sight of the uniform you were wearing, a stained apron on. “Are you okay?” He asked and made a step back when you suddenly looked him in the eye.

Your pupils focused on the stranger’s face as you started to analyze him. A normal citizen that meant no harm, that’s what he was according to the processed information that you collected.

“I’m fine. I just got fired from my job and have nowhere else to go.” Your face was void of emotions, as if the words meant nothing to you at all. “Well, you can’t stand here forever. Do you have a family to go back to?” He asked, unknowing to the fact that you are not a human like him.

You brought your left hand up and pulled down the sleeves, showing him a series of numbers. “I’m an android, I don’t have a family.” San couldn’t believe what he was seeing, a real humanoid in the flesh or metal in this case.

As someone who’s quite a geek himself, he knew how expensive androids were and you seemed to be the latest version. Human-like features, not a speck of metal seen in your appearance at all. He only realised how robotic you were from your speech and your stoic face.

“Would you like to come back home with me, YN-1024?”

You processed the emotion he was showing and stored it in your database. Happiness. Not that you’ve never seen such emotion while dealing with customers or co-workers, his happiness was on a different level. Now that you don’t have a purpose, following this man might give you a reason to be useful.

“I’ve checked. You are a normal citizen who is not dangerous, Choi San. I will follow you.” He flashed you the brightest smile before pulling you from the shade of your old workplace and walking ahead.

A month passed by in a flash, you were currently residing with San and his seven other friends. You thought he would be the only human but seeing even more people back at his place caused you a bit of shock in your wired body. Scanning all of them for any threat and uploading it in your database the same day took a toll on you that they had to plug you in to recharge when you fell flat on your face without a warning.

They even gave you a name to go by instead of calling you either ‘ten twenty four’ or ‘one zero two four’. You helped around the house sometimes and would copy whatever actions they were doing but Seonghwa being the eldest would make sure the others behave around you. He doesn’t want you copying weird things even when you were just an android.

But you started to change gradually from the way you talk especially, sounding less robotic and more human. You would smile and even know how to pout which shocked some of them at times. They also find it fascinating how you could emit warmth like them when right underneath that synthetic skin lies nothing but metals and wires.

You were the latest humanoid version after all. Too advanced that you started having feelings like them. Everyday was like a new experience, you collected the information about their emotions and would use it as and when fitting to the situation.

Mostly being frustrated with their obnoxious behaviour or happy when they complimented about your capabilities that they don’t have. Like getting patted on the head when you make toast with your laser eyes or having them wowed at how you could dip your fingers in a boiling pot to check the temperature.

They get so hyped at the most random things but it excites you as well having to make them feel like that. That’s when Hongjoong and Yunho would notice how you’ve been spending more time with Seonghwa than San who initially found you.

“How long have they been watching that drama?” Hongjoong took a sip of his drink as he watched you staring blankly at the screen, unmoving at all. “If I’m not wrong, it’s been three hours.” Yunho answered as if it was normal but his friend had a different reaction.

You felt their gaze on you and turned to stare at them with an innocent look. “Is anything the matter?” You tilt your head, remembering that Wooyoung would do the same if he wanted something from the older members.

“Does it not hurt to stare at the tv like that?” Hongjoong questioned, breaking the silence.

“I’m not human, it doesn’t matter.” You answered back.

“But you've been talking and acting like one, at least blink once in a while.” Yunho’s words flipped a switch in you. You knew he meant no harm but the way he put it made you want to be better for them. You started to feel the need to act even more human than before.

WIthout another word, the two left and you turned back to watch the drama. You took in how there’s one character that seemed to love slapping people’s cheek so you asked Seonghwa out of curiosity. “Is it normal to hit someone’s face all the time?” he laughed and shook his head. “No, that's why it’s called a drama. You don’t slap people that much in one day unless you hate everyone around you.” He explained calmly.

“Then, can I try slapping you, Hwa?” He was surprised by your request and held your hands before it could swing at his face. “You can try that on someone else but me.” He smiled to which your eyes reacted and scanned his face. “Okay, I’ll go try it on him.”

Not even waiting for an answer, you jogged your way to Wooyoung’s room and saw him sprawled on his bed. He sat up and watched as you sat in front of him. “What’s up?” You answered him with a hard slap on the cheek.

“What was that for?” His voice went louder than usual but not loud enough for the others to hear. “Hwa said I could try slapping someone and according to my calculations, your name was at the highest percentage. Did it hurt, Woo?”

He didn’t expect your palm to feel warm against his cheek knowing well that you’re made out of metal. “Yeah, it hurts. Did you copy from a drama again?” You nodded innocently.

“You know what happens after the slap?” Wooyoung leaned to your face trying to get a different reaction from your usual stoic or innocent expression. But, you remained calm even when his face was an inch away.

“They usually grab the hair and-”, Before you could finish, he tilted your chin and brushed a finger over your lips. He wondered how your lips felt natural, almost forgetting you are not human like him. “They kiss the part where they just slapped. Now do it.”

You felt a slight danger coming from him but after learning that he loves to tease, you pushed him away. What was that feeling? It was foreign to you even when you tried hard to search for it in your memory.

“Where’s my favourite AI?” You stopped processing the new found information and instantly stood up at Yeosang’s voice. Wooyoung watched with wide eyes when you went up to the newcomer and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m here. Is there something I can help you with?” Nothing can compare to Wooyoung’s reaction and Yeosang was feeling kind of pleased as he wrapped his arm around your neck. “Nothing, just wanted a hug from you.”

“I can’t believe you hesitated to kiss me but went straight to hug him.” You narrowed your eyes at him, hands still wrapped around Yeosang.

“He gives off zero threats compared to you on a daily basis.” At your words, Wooyoung groaned and Yeosang laughed wholeheartedly.

You got off from the charging port that they recently bought for you. It was situated right beside the sofa where you were able to see everything and notice that no one was up yet or was probably resting in their respective rooms.

You cleaned up the clutters around the living room then moved on to the kitchen and checked if there was anything needed to be refilled or stock up. After making a mental note, you went to Mingi’s room.

Walking inside, you took in the sight of a big lump on the bed. You stepped closer and pulled the sheets away slightly. Making yourself comfortable on the bed, you lightly shook him and watched as he stirred under the covers. “You’re fully charged, Mingi. It’s time to get up.”

He rubbed his eyes and stared at you. “No, I’m still sleepy.” “If you don’t get up, the others are going to finish up the food.” At that, he whimpered and pulled your frame closer to him.

“Then I don’t have to eat since you don’t eat too, right?” You thought that would trick him but being held that way somehow made you feel at ease. His words shouldn’t give too much effect but yet you let him be as he fell back to slumber.

You are reminded everyday that you are nothing but a man made machine. You are a tool in society but living here changed a lot of things. It doesn’t feel like they are using you like back at your old working place. They would treat you as an equal which was not supposed to happen.

“I’m an android. Why am I thinking so much about useless things?” You said to yourself as a hand went up to stroke Mingi’s head. You learn that even when humans get enough sleep they prefer to not wake up. You still have yet to get an answer to that.

The door creaked open, revealing Yunho smiling at seeing you. “There you are.” You mimicked his expression. “The others are fighting about what to eat. You want to join?” He explained and you nodded at his words before pulling Mingi up in the process.

“Let’s go sleepyhead.” Mingi pouted at you as he rubbed his eyes with one hand as the other held onto yours. You continued pulling him out from the room to where the loud noise was already evident even from the hallways.

It’s been ten minutes and you were standing by the counter in the kitchen as you observed the mess in front of you. Mingi had fallen asleep right after he dropped what he wanted to eat. Wooyoung and San ganged up against the two oldest about how their choices are a better option.

Not even talking at this point, just straight out shouting and you were glad that the selective hearing option was programmed into you. You’ve been reading their lips instead, perks of being the latest version of your kind.

Yeosang, as you know, would sit at the single sofa and watch everything but would shout out “I want chicken!” a couple of times just to make sure his option was considered. Yunho was just enjoying the heated discussion from a distance, laughing from time to time.

Jongho on the other hand had walked up to you with an annoyed face. “I bet they end up wanting to eat everything.” He said and you couldn’t help but to agree. The probability was high and Jongho, who's well aware of your perfect calculations and readings always seemed to get excited every time you said he was right.

“Seonghwa is going to smack San if he keeps on taunting like that.” You explained to him and he was anticipating if what you said was right. Seconds later, his loud clapping proved that you were indeed right after all. “Woah, you were right. He got smacked!”

Apparently, that wasn’t the only right thing you had calculated. Some time later, you found yourself walking in the streets with no other than Jongho himself. The others caught both of you laughing and enjoying that they sent you off to buy dinner instead of ordering it from home.

“I’m sorry. You don’t even eat yet you get dragged in this.” He said apologetically. “It’s fine. I don’t mind walking with you.” You could tell he was not only feeling guilty but kind of shy which made you question his odd behavior.

“Jongho, can I hold your hand?” He stopped in his tracks and looked at you with wide eyes. “I just want to confirm your temperature since your face is getting red.” You could see he was suspicious of your words. “You know that I know that you don’t need to hold something to know their temperature.” He caught you and you didn’t know what to do then.

The day where you placed your hand in the boiling pot was to feed their amusement because right after that Jongho found out that you could tell the temperature without touching it and you told him to keep it a secret.

That’s when he knew you were different and was starting to change from the norms of a humanoid. You weren’t supposed to know what keeping a secret was yet you were telling him so.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” He questioned to which you immediately shook your head. “No, I’m not. I just thought that I’ll never be a real human but I’ve learned so much by just living with all of you and it’s starting to make me want to be one.”

“I know it’s wrong for an android like me to say these things and I would get deactivated and thrown away almost immediately if the authorities find out. But I want to live longer and be with all of you. It feels like home and I’ve never had that.”

Jongho for the first time was at a loss for words. You sounded like a normal human confessing what you’ve always dreamt of having and wanting to do in life.

“I can’t produce tears but the wires inside my body are reacting the same way when a person is feeling overwhelmed.” You finished off your short speech with a small smile.

Without a second thought, he pulled you in his embrace. Hugging you as how he would hug the others when they have an emotional breakdown, tight and assuring. Moments later, Jongho pulled away and stared into your eyes and grinned.

“No one has ever confessed like that to me. I guess I have to treat you much better now. You still want to hold hands?” You smiled back at him and nodded. He swiftly wrapped his fingers with yours, surprised at how warm they were.

“So, am I your favourite out of everyone now?”

“You could say that.”

Both of you started walking back, realising the skies had already gone dark but your future together seemed brighter than ever.

[silkentragedies]

A boyfriend sounds good, but…

Non idol! Jung Wooyoung x fem! Reader

3.1k words, Highly suggestive at best, making out, FLUFF, E2L vibes, College AU

Warnings: Mentions of STDs, making out. ( This is so self-indulgent it’s horrible lmao- also, not explicit at all.)

This piece of fiction does not reflect the actions of the real-life Jung Wooyoung. Not meant for minors. 

College was supposed to be late night parties and hurried submissions, overdosing on caffeine and woefully unedited essay compilations. College was supposed to be hellish hangovers and greasy weekend brunches in bed, helter-skelter running to part-time jobs and missing classes with snoozed alarms.

You got all of that, of course, but you also got one thing you didn’t ask for, in fact, wished beyond wishes that it wouldn’t happen but of course, your guardian angel was up to some mischief: You got yourself an archenemy.

Jung fucking Wooyoung.

It all started off small, of course; bumping into each other rather violently in the hallways on orientation day ended with your coffee on the floor. Minor detail- his phone had also dropped on the floor.

You apologized profusely- he seemed like an upperclassman with his leather jacket, slim but solid build, a head of double-toned hair and oh were those tattoos peeking out of his collar- no point in causing a ruckus on the first day. You even offered to pay for the damage. 

And then he opened his mouth. 

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?”

The sheer annoyance in his tone rubbed you the wrong way- obviously you had to respond, you weren’t the only one at fault- 

“Sorry, but you weren’t watching where you were going either. So don’t tout the blame to me-”

“Oh, whatever, just keep your money. I can get it fixed myself.”

The audacity of this bi-

“Good for you then, because my offer is off the table now, pretty boy.” 

A smirk curled up his lip- “You think I’m pretty?”

“About as pretty as a skunk, especially with that hair.”

You had to tamp down the urge to childishly stick your tongue out at his bemused, mildly annoyed expression before walking past him.

 Lamenting the loss of your morning coffee, you hurried your way to the orientation venue. At Least he was an upperclassman. Thankfully you wouldn’t have to deal with him-

“Did you see that hot guy in the leather jacket and that black-blonde hair ?”

Fuck’s sake. 

“His name’s Jung Wooyoung and apparently all the upperclassmen already have an eye on him. He’s in our major so we really lucked out, hot guys-wise.”

Fuck’s sake.

Surely you could just avoid him and pretend he didn’t exist?

But no.

Jung fucking Wooyoung turned out to be the apple of the campus’ eye in a matter of 2 weeks. He was as new to the university as the rest of you and yet, managed to look more put together, cooler than the rest of you still struggling to figure out class numbers and professor names.

He was the upperclassmen darling- people drooled over him, wanted to befriend him, and invite him to all the big parties…

and fuck- even the teachers were already wrapped around his infuriating pinky finger. They allowed him to waltz into class 25 minutes late, smile his infuriating innocent smile and chill in the back row, scot fucking free.

A month in, he’d gotten into the Dance Club too-  cementing his legendary status in the university. It was unheard of, after all, for a freshman to get into the unattainable Dance Club in his first attempt. 

You happened to visit one of the club’s performances one weekend and even you couldn’t ignore the sheer talent he radiated. It only infuriated you more to watch Wooyoung hog the stage’s spotlight with almost no effort- all perfect lines, sharp and clean movements…

It’s fine, you could still ignore his existence

But no.

Another thing about Jung Wooyoung- he found sick pleasure in annoying the living daylights out of you. 

It was so juvenile, so high-school, so immature of him- sticking gum in your hair, snapping your bra strap, kicking the back of your chair, striking up nonsense debates with you in class…

And then he had the nerve to laugh in your face when you glared at him with hellfire in your eyes because you were too polite to lash out in front of a professor.

Of course, you exhibited no such restraint outside the classroom.

“You vs Woo” was a commonplace explanation for the commotions that blazed up in the campus courtyard every other day. You were like wolves, the way you snarled at each other, not hesitating to slash at each other with as many cutting words as you could find. 

This went on for months, an entire semester marred by an enmity that seemed to stem from nothing- until one day, mister Jung Wooyoung really fucked up.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? FACE ME, YOU COWARDLY WORM!” Your angry yelling and thudding on the door had Wooyoung’s roommates Yeosang and… Choi San? running to open the door to their shared dorm room. 

You barged into Wooyoung’s room, unplugging the game he was playing. “What the fuck-”

“You dirty fucking bastard. You shameless shitstain of a fucking human being-” 

Slap. Wooyoung reeled back. In all this time, you’d never actually hit out at him physically. It had always been words. Maybe this time he crossed a line?

“You told Changbin I had a fucking STD. THE GALL OF YOU-” You lashed out at him with every few words, pushing Wooyoung further back against the back wall of his room. 

“How fucking dare you make assumptions about me like that. you lowlife scumbag.” You snarled in his face, now having him trapped between you and the wall.

You were smaller than him by quite a bit- it was almost amusing to see Wooyoung cowering in front of you, lowkey terrified of what you’d throw at him next. 

“Okay okay, fuck, I’m sorry!” He burst out finally, cutting you right across your angry rant. “I didn’t mean it like that!! I swear, I didn’t even know you were the one he was talking about. And I only told him to be safe from STDs, not that anybody had one.”

“What makes you think I’ll believe you, Jung,” You screeched. “You’ve always been a dick in general to me. I wouldn’t put it past you to say something like that and lie to my face about it.”

You back away, almost disgusted at being so close to him, “Seriously, dude. Get fucked.” Flipping him off before leaving, you turn around to look at him still standing where you’d backed him up to, an evil glint in your eye.

“It will be so fucking unfortunate if somebody told the campus gossip blog you had erectile dysfunction and your hookups were all fake.”

\

Safe to say, Wooyoung never made digs at your sexual activity again.

Neither did he have much sexual activity of his own for a while. Not that there was much sexual activity in your case either.

Maybe it was that exact…starvation that led Wooyoung to behave the way he did.

What was juvenile teasing became more… flirtatious?

Oh gods, what the fucking fuck is going on-

Suddenly, it wasn’t gum in your hair, it was soft whispers against your ear, breath warm against your cheek

It wasn’t kicking the back of your chair, it was leaning in front of you to fistbump Lee Felix on the other side of you until you could smell his intoxicating chocolate-honey-sweat scent.

He’d taken to taking his leather jacket off and sitting through classes (he still turned up late for) in a muscle t shirt that showed off his toned arms- 

All of his movements now seemed to be designed to tease the crawling under your skin you hadn’t been able to quench recently-

Not that you were a serial hookup kinda person, but you’d been fairly sexually active until semester exams and Wooyoung’s rumors had brought around quite a dry spell for you.

It was like every action of his sparked something wildfire hot in your head, tension stringing your senses into overdrive- were you imagining it?

Wooyoung was having some troubles with said crawling under-skin himself. 

Since when did you wear skinny jeans like that to class? Did you always have such a pretty neck, just waiting to get marked up? Did you always have that sway to your hips when you walked out of class?

The forced abstinence was doing bad things to him. 

It did rather amuse him, however, when he could see your breath catch a little from his murmurings in your ear, or squirm in your seat when he spoke to Felix before the professor arrived. It was the little things, truly. 

You still fought like a cat and dog though- there was no way the two of you would ever let on that your scope of noticing each other had gone beyond annoyance and rivalry a while ago. 

//

“Fuck no. I’m not doing this fucking project with you. It’s worth half the fucking grade and you’re a numbskull when it comes to this subject.”

“Like I want to deal with you anymore than I have to, sweetheart. You’re pretentious enough in class as it is.” 

Fate really loved playing the cliche card with you- of course you got paired up with Wooyoung for one of your semester projects. 

No, it definitely wasn’t the teacher that saw you two glaring more at each other more than the whiteboard and decided to take matters into her own hands.

Of fucking course the teacher refused to allow switching of partners or individual grading- it had to be a team effort or you’d both fail the subject. As a team. Yippee-ki fucking yay.

So you two ended up in the library at 11 p.m, two nights before your first check point review, having procrastinated the fuck out of working together until the last possible minute.

Amidst cursing at each other and cups of ramen and iced americano, the two of you found yourself stuck with each other and attempting to build the basis of an acceptable report to present. 

Surprisingly enough, Wooyoung wasn’t entirely a lost cause when it came to the subject. He actually made sizable contributions to the report. He even got you some coffee on his break, despite the jibes and taunts you threw at him about going soft- you were the type to hold a grudge.

You were both wandering down the shelves in the library, looking for more references when Wooyoung decided to open his big mouth again.

“You do realize that shitty rumor you put out didn’t really mess with my prospects, right?” Wooyoung was so full of shit. “If anything, I’d be worried about you, sweetheart.”

There it was again. Sweetheart. Another of those taunting things that just riled you up in all the wrong(right) ways. It was like he knew everything you would go weak for and then shamelessly exploited them all.

“Unlike you, Wooyoung, I don’t need people to stroke my ego…or anything else. I can get myself going just fine.”

“If you did know how to stroke anybody’s anything, sweetheart, you wouldn’t have trouble getting some.”

Ohhh, so he wants to play some games!!! Okay then-

You reached out to flick at his ponytail, ever-so slightly enamoured by how well he pulled off the double-toned look.

“Like you know anything about how to please in bed, babe.” 

It was unfair how much that nickname falling from your lips affected Wooyoung. Some…not very appropriate thoughts had already taken root in his brain and you running your mouth was not helping at all. 

“Good enough for them to beg, sweetheart.” 

A soft crow of laughter escaped you as you turned to fully face him, the both of you standing between the Greek Architecture and Geography sections.

“You sure you weren’t the one doing the begging?” 

“Oh, really now?”

You really should’ve thought through what was leaving your mouth 

Because now you were wedged between the shelves and Wooyoung’s (unfairly) toned body, his arms caging you in with that signature shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned closer to you- 

The tension was almost atrocious now, suffocating you when it had only previously nudged at you. You could feel it settle under your skin, in your veins, fingers itching to reach out and pull him closer 

But you kept your hands braced against the shelves- you would not give him the satisfaction of making the first move yourself…right? 

Fuck, you really wanted to though- 

It had be the late hour leaving you with lesser inhibitions than normal or possibly the pent up horny in your system or maybe the questionable direction your conversation was headed in

There was no other plausible reason for your arch nemesis’ lips to look that inviting

It must’ve been the way your attention flitted from his eyes to his lips that gave you away, a momentary lapse of self-control before you looked away, off to some point behind his shoulders-

And he smirk only widens

“You know, nobody really visits this corner of the library.”

“Your point?”

Both your voices were whispers now, your bodies close enough to touch but not quite, Wooyoung’s face a few inches away from yours and holding your gaze 

(He had honey flecks in those dark eyes, 7 on one side and 4 on the other, like gold leaf in coffee)

“We could easily find out who begs for who…”

He still hadn’t touched you yet, his hands placed on the shelf on either side of you- you could move out from the space if you so wished-

Despite the tension between the both of you, it seemed like… like he was waiting for you to make the first move, voice your consent, act on it 

How considerate, you thought to yourself as you let your sight wander to either side, checking for people 

Surprising you found Jung Wooyoung’s one possible redeeming quality like this, mind hazy and barely restraining yourself from kissing the living daylights out of him- 

Oh well, fuck it

A soft sound left Wooyoung as you curled your hand around the back of his neck and pulled his face to yours, lips meeting in a soft, hesitant kiss

How dare he be a good kisser too?

One hand reached up to cup your cheek and you instinctively tilted your head into the warmth of his palm as the kiss deepened

Unfair that he could take your breath away so effortlessly

There was nothing hesitant about the way Jung wooyoung kissed you back

Lips pressing more persistently against yours, teeth grazing your lower lip and pulling slightly before diving in again, hand now curled around the back of your neck

His other hand caressed your side and gripped your hips as he pressed you gently against the shelves, your arm slipping down to clutch at the front of his shirt as his body molded all too perfectly against yours

You could feel him everywhere

Everywhere 

From the way his lips had begun to land messy kisses against your jaw and neck, the hand on your hip tightening and slipping under your shirt to clutch at soft skin, hips flush against yours 

You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from Wooyoung, your head spinning at the intoxicating feeling he brought with him 

The sensation of his mouth against your neck was almost euphoric, your head lolling back against the books and leaving you to pull your lower lip between your teeth, an almost futile feeling bid to keep silent, you’re still in public

Somehow your hands wound up in his hair, pulling the double-toned strands as his head dipped lower, a quiet groan from Wooyoung your only pointer that he liked it

So this is why he was so sure of himself, your mind temporarily blanking when Wooyoung’s teeth pulled against the sensitive skin, biting and sucking gently

A choked, uneven sound escaped your mouth when he pushed you harder against the shelves, hand reaching lower to squeeze your butt-

A smirk lit up his eyes as he straightened up to look at the line of red- blue blooming across your neck, then at you, cheeks warm and still biting your lip, looking resolutely away from his gaze

“Weren’t we supposed to be working on the project?” 

This little buzzkill.

//

You didn’t work on the project that night

You spent it in Wooyoung’s bedroom, getting railed within an inch of your life.

Not without the lack of the both of you being absolutely unable to keep your hands off each other on the way there 

Between the library and his dorm, you pulled or got pulled into shady alleys and corners for ‘another taste’ 

“Never again.” You warned him when he dropped you off at your dorm, you looking windswept from the wind of course and his hoodie up because of the cold not because his neck was more purple than tan-

Lies.

Your daytime dynamic remained the same 

But now with added benefits- 

He got to corner you after class, feel you up until you were gasping his name and then leave you hanging 

You got to make brazen moves under the table in the library whenever he got too snarky for his own good

He could ask nicely, you learnt. Broken groans and choked-up sounds would escape him when you ran your nails over his skin, soft and sharp and wanting and unyielding as you kissed your way down his body

Down his neck, over his chest, the hard planes of his stomach 

He would plead for more when you sucked him off, bucking his hips closer to you everytime you slowed down or stopped

Find him at the right time, though and he could just as easily return the favour

He would tease you relentlessly, hands ghosting everywhere dangerous and then pulling away just to watch you squirm and make grabby hands at him, a frown marring your kiss- swollen lips 

Leave conspicuous marks too high up on your neck for you to cover, dark enough for a day or two that even makeup left shadows

Spending a long, long time between your legs only to get up and start dressing, claiming to be late for class

Quickies were your religion at this point 

Janitors closets locked and hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans before a dance competition, empty bedrooms in frat parties with one of you getting pushed onto the bed

It was an infernal coupon from hell : Find one archrival, get a fuck buddy free of cost!

Of course, there were side effects

“Did you just walk out of that empty classroom with Jung Wooyoung? After class hours?” “We were studying for the midterms!!”

“Uh.. Wooyoung, who was that leaving the dorm building? at 1 in the morning?” “uh yEAH WE WERE DOING THE PROJECT YEAH.”

Yeah, a boyfriend sounds nice but an archenemy you can make out with in secret sounds ravishingly pleasing-

When the boy in question is a certain young man with double toned hair with a penchant for leather jackets and out-of-line snark, you couldn’t agree more.

Yes, this is a revamp and repost from my main account xD. Like I said, this was self indulgence to the peak 😩 I'm a tad whipped for snarky boy Jung Wooyoung 😀

Do lemme know what you think ^_^. xoxo, A💕

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[eatyourchancletas]

SUMMARY |  y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?

PAIRING | choi san x male reader

INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, angst

WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, adult language

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at this point y/n wondered why he followed his instincts. had he known it was a mafia on the other side of where he was, he could have gotten in his car, gone home to enjoy a cup of ramen, and then go to sleep. then again he didn’t know, so he blamed life’s cruelty.

“hey, good morning.” a soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. he glanced over at the familiar voice that belonged to the only person he’s seen in the past few days.

y/n said nothing, watching the other slide in a tray of steamy fresh food. “i noticed you eat a few things more than the others so i tried to give you bigger portions.”

“thanks,” y/n accepted the tray with no expression and seonghwa pursed his lips at the short answer. 

at the tense atmosphere, seonghwa excused himself. he wasn't sure if he felt pity for y/n, but either way, he just wanted y/n to grow used to this new environment because one thing was certain and that was that y/n could never go back to his old life.

seonghwa sighed softly, "good morning."

y/n tilted his head at him, looking up at the second in command with dull eyes. he simply hummed in greeting, clearly not in the mood during the past five days. 

the blonde gripped the tray, his patience running low with the older’s behavior. he's meaning well, he understands y/n, he does, but no one will get anywhere if there’s constant passiveness between the two.

 “i threw in an extra cookie,” he gestured to the pastry, “i figured you’d like some extra sugar in your system.”

once more, y/n hummed, nodding his head lightly.  it made seonghwa's blood boil—clearly, y/n wasn't vibing with him, and the last thing he thought of in this situation was the way y/n was being affected.

"hey, listen. your little silent treatment isn't gonna do jack here. you either socialize or stay down here, which isn't gonna happen because sooner or later they'll drag you up there. keep in mind you won't have anyone else to socialize with—forget your friends, family, everyone you had around before this. you'll be around us for as long as needed, maybe until your last breath."

y/n scoffed, looking away from seonghwa, something the older didn't take very nicely until he heard y/n’s meek reply, "you say that like it's easy."

the younger sputtered, handing y/n the tray of food, "i know it's hard, but just know each of us gave something up too. but, eventually, we all learned how to live with it,” seonghwa squatted to y/n’s level, “and you will too." 

the doctor swallowed, taking the tray and finally making eye contact with seonghwa. they shared a small pained smile, and seonghwa made one last comment before heading back, "make sure you eat up—don't want you dying on me after i took all that time to make such delicacies." 

y/n smiled to himself as he heard seonghwa shuffle to turn around. "thank you…i'll see you later…"

"sure will…” seonghwa’s chuckle ricocheted off the walls as he walked down the hall to the metal door. he pushed it open, making his way up the stairs and to the living room where a few of the others were gathered.

“hyung! just on time, we were talking about this upcoming mission we might have in a few days,” san commented as soon as he saw the older.

“is that so?” seonghwa mumbled in response as he sat down next to hongjoong, the other sipping iced bourbon from a glass cup.

“i’m not sure about it yet,” hongjoong set the glass down on the coffee table in front of him, “wooyoung still needs to gather more info before i verify anything. can’t be careless, remember?”

“totally, hyung. i’ll dig more into the client and have the info needed before morning.” wooyoung gave a reassuring smile to their boss, who simply hummed in return.

“by the way hwa,” hongjoong glanced at his boyfriend, leaning back into the leather couch and crossing his legs, “how’s the doctor?”

seonghwa blinked, “he’s fine, a bit down but he’ll get over it. so, in short, he’s behaved well these past days.”

hongjoong nodded, “that’s good, we’ll let him out tomorrow then. but right now i need you to go with san to the mechanic shop, make sure business is flowing well—which i don’t doubt. maybe visit mingi and yunho and see how well the loaning business has been. if i recall correctly, mingi said something about a few people not paying back on time; tell them not to get aggressive, we aren’t monsters after all.” there was a playful lilt to his tone, but they picked up on the seriousness behind it.

san got up, nodding at hongjoong’s orders, “we’ll tell yeo if anything happens.”

seonghwa followed suit, “we’ll see you later then,” he waved farewell without looking back at them.

wooyoung slid the folder over to hongjoong, the older raising a brow while taking it in his hands. “i gathered some info, it’s all in there—but to put it simply, i think we’ll gain lots of benefits after signing a deal with him. his name is yoo dongwoo, lives in seongnam.”

“that’s a bit too close to us, don’t you think?” hongjoong hums as he sets the folder down, resting his elbow on the armrest and his chin on the palm of his hand. 

“yeah, it is. but i think it’d be worth it. he seems to have lots of connections, and so far he’s never had an issue with payments, transportation and business—” wooyoung’s attention is taken when the door leading to the basement is pushed open.

“people!” yunho blocks y/n, capturing the attention of the others in the room. the tallest holds his arms out in a way of grand gesture, bowing, “i present you, y/n-”

“that’s...not necessary…” y/n can feel his skin grow warm under the tense and awkward atmosphere. luckily it’s broken by the one and only choi san.

“well we haven’t properly introduced ourselves if you think about it,” he pushed himself into y/n’s space, the doctor tensing up a bit at the close intrusion. yunho watched san, stepping aside to give the two some more space,“i’m san! nice to meet you! i’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”

the cheerful boy grinned widely, dimples making an appearance while his eyes did the opposite. y/n blinked, processing how close san was before taking a small step back. he didn’t reply verbally, giving a small smile and a nod instead,

“you know me already,” yunho said while taking a seat at the table.

"you know me too," seonghwa walked in with a tray of cookies, baking gloves protecting his hands.  "and take a seat."

y/n glanced at the table, not sure where to take a seat, but he guessed it didn't matter as long as he didn't sit near the boss.

"i'm hongjoong, the boss in case you didn't know," hongjoong watched the tray seonghwa placed on the table, waiting to grab a pastry.

"i'm mingi!" said male smiled as y/n hastily took the seat next to him. 

"i'm wooyoung, but call me woo if you want!" wooyoung was on the other side of y/n, making the doctor sandwiched between him and mingi.

"yeosang," the said male sat across from y/n, an intensely bored expression taking over his features. 

"did we miss anyone?" seonghwa rose a brow while taking off the gloves. 

"oh right, jongho! he's our bodyguard," san gestured at the buff male that stood by the door. 

y/n turned to look at him, jongho gently nodding his head at him and y/n doing the same. 

hongjoong clapped his hands, capturing everyone's attention. "great, now with that out of the way, let's get down to business."

everyone nodded at his words, taking a cookie from the tray seonghwa placed on the table. y/n accepted the one san handed to him, smiling a bit at how caring the male had shown to be so far. 

"we're heading out in the morning, i need everyone to get back to their usual jobs by evening so we'll try to make the exchange as quick as possible. everyone except y/n and yeosang will go, we need info and updates from the outside. 

before we leave i need yunho and mingi to make sure all the parts we'll hand over are correct. i don't want mistakes. wooyoung and i will take care of the talking, san and seonghwa will stand by the nearest exit to make sure everything is in order. jongho you'll be with me and woo." 

all nine of them nodded at hongjoong's orders. y/n voluntarily nodded, remembering seonghwa’s earlier words, “each of us gave something up too. but, eventually, we all learned how to live with it.” he knew he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, so he figured he’d make it a bit easier for himself.

"and i need you all to wear bulletproof vests under your clothes just in case. your guns must be locked and loaded, got it?" 

"guns?" y/n blinked, capturing everyone's attention, "why are you guys willing to blow your organs out?" 

wooyoung smiled, his head tilting a bit, "why are you willing to work for people who’s organs have been blown out?” 

y/n opened his mouth before closing it and nodding in defeat, "fair point. i get paid for it, at least..."

they were all quiet before chuckling, the atmosphere feeling more warm and calm than what it was when they first gathered.

"has anyone seen y/n?" 

his peers shook their head, speaking of the last time they saw said male. the doctor he worked with mentioned something that made the nurse worry even more. 

"last thing i knew was that his car was towed since he never picked it up. didn't hear anything else though, but don't worry heeseung, maybe he picked it up afterwards." 

heeseung, the nurse that had asked about y/n's whereabouts, sighed. "right...i hope so...see you guys tomorrow!" 

his peers returned the smile and farewell. 

as heeseung took a seat on the bus, he pulled out his phone. the first thing he did was go to the messaging app and open his and y/n's chat. 

'hi :] 

how are you?

[chaseatinydream]

sly san who sacrifices (i) || c.s (atz)

➳ pairing: reader x choi san (ateez)

➳ word count: 2396

➳ genre: badboy au; fluff; angst

➳ synopsis: to the school, he may be a bad boy, the worst of the worst, but to you, he’s choi san, father of three cats, your best friend and ultimately, the boy you love.

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San has often been called ‘catlike’.

It’s no surprise, given his near obsession with picking up strays from roadsides and giving them a home in his family’s third mansion, where he lives, and his behaviour does remind you of a cat’s. There’s something distinctively feline about him, from those uncannily sharp eyes to his whimsical, distinctly teasing personality. Some find it off putting, citing him as arrogant and aloof, but you know him better than that.

He’s your best friend, after all.

Honestly, you’re not very sure how the two of you became friends. It’d started this way on the first day of term with him seated at your side. Within the first three minutes you had known each other, he’d ripped off his tie, called it ugly and flung it across the room, all while ranting to you that the colour scheme was an abomination and how the school should have at least hired a competent designer to do their uniform.

You had merely stared at him in wide eyed shock and nodded along with everything he’d said.

And that… was how it’d just happened.

You like to think that you understand him, but it seems a humanly impossible task. Choi San toes the line between sweet as cotton candy and cold as ice like a professional tightrope walker, a double faced enigma that you can never predict. One second, he’s cradling a baby bird in his hands, cooing about how cute it is to you, and the next moment, he’s in a fist fight with another student, your hands pulling on his sleeve as you desperately beg him to stop with tears in your eyes.

Sometimes, you don’t know why San is your friend. All the rest of his gang – ATEEZ, as they call themselves – are what one would label as bad boys, terrible influences, a stain on your school’s otherwise pristine reputation. The two of you are polar opposites, you’re everything he’s not and he’s everything you would have steered clear of.

But here you are, in this strange, peculiar situation, with Choi San still seated at your side two years after your first meeting, his head resting against your shoulder as he dozes off in class.

You jab his side with a pen.

“Psst, San.”

Your best friend cracks open one eye lazily, feet propped up on the table. He’s wearing slippers today, you groan mentally, together with school issue pants and one of his self-designed shirts. Not the typical bad boy image he usually goes for, but then again you know that San had been out clubbing in town till the wee hours of morning, so it explains his state of casual dress. Still, if he was just going to sleep the whole lesson away, he should have just stayed at home!

“Wassgoinon?” San mumbles sleepily into your shoulder and you puff out your cheeks in exasperation, ready to lecture him on how he should be paying attention to the teacher instead of sleeping his life away like an actual cat.

But then one look at how peaceful and serene he looks with his eyes closed has something melting inside and you momentarily falter, chewing on your bottom lip as you struggle to chide him.

Stupid pretty face. Stupid jawline. Stupid dimples.

“If you were just going to sleep you should have just stayed home, you know?” You mutter, running your fingers through the red streaks in his hair that he just refuses to get rid of. He mumbles absentmindedly under his breath, curling into your side like a large cat and your breath hitches in your throat.

You turn to study him a little more intently. He looks tired, with purplish-black bags under his eyes that remind you of bruises, his flawless skin a little more sallow than usual. Frowning, you press a hand to his forehead… and yelp when you realise how feverish he is.

“San, you’re sick!” You whisper worriedly to him as you sit up a little straighter, hand touching his neck, where his leather choker lies. Yup, he’s burning up, alright. Concern shoots through you and you immediately speak your mind. “You should go home.”

But he merely bats your hand away, grumbling incoherently under his breath as he shifts into a more comfortable position against you. “But I wanna stay in school…”

Your eyes widen in horror at the words that have just left his mouth. The fever must have fried his brain, turned it into a smoking pile of mush, because San never wants to stay in school. Truly on the verge of panicking now, you turn towards the teacher at the front of the classroom and raise a hand desperately, trying to grab her attention.

When she does turn to look at you, you gesture at the pouting boy next to you.

“Professor, can San go home first? He’s sick.”

Your best friend doesn’t have the best reputation with the professors, in fact, most of them are scared stiff by him. San is a wild card, you’re never sure what hand he might play when dealing with him, so you can’t really blame the teachers for being terrified of him, but you can’t leave him be like this in class.

The class abruptly falls silent, tension settling over the room like a thick, unbearable smog.

The teacher glances over at the pair of you, looking nervous when her eyes flit over San. “Well, of course Mr Choi can leave-”

“I don’t want to go.” San growls from next to you, starting to rise from his seat with darkening eyes. The teacher actually shrinks back in fear, colour draining from her face at the potential ticking time bomb on her hands. Instead, you smack your best friend over the head, the charms on your bracelet jingling as you scold him for his bratty behavior.

“San, you’re sick! You need to go home and rest!” You chide, but San merely gives you the best puppy dog eyes he can, a complete opposite of the terrifying glare he’d been projecting earlier.

“I’ll go home if you come with me.” He whines like a petulant puppy, tugging at your sleeve and you groan in exasperation, jerking your head in the teacher’s direction.

“San-ah, lessons are still ongoing! You know I can’t just leave class like that-”

“You can leave too! Please!” The teacher near begs and you scowl at San, who quickly paints the gaze of an innocent angel over the smug, victorious grin on his face. Scowling, you shove your books into your bag before you reach over and grab him hard by the ear, yanking him out of the classroom as he yelps in pain behind you.

“Ow… ow ow ow!” San squawks as you haul him out of the building to the main gate, whipping out your phone with your other hand and speed dialing San’s chauffeur. Honestly, you love San, but sometimes he’s just... ugh.

Ring, ring, ring.

“Good morning, Young Miss. What has Master San done this time?” The dry, monotonous voice of San’s chauffeur and personal assistant comes over the phone and you snort at his opening gambit, both of you all too used to San’s shenanigans.

San flails and struggles against your vice grip on his ear and for a moment you’re afraid that you might actually tear the piercing out of his flesh, so you let him go and he stumbles to the ground dramatically, groaning as he cradles the abused appendage with both hands.

“Surprisingly, nothing. He’s just sick today.” You tell Claude honestly and you can practically hear the stoic man’s eyebrows rise from over the phone.

“He has not? Please, wait for a moment while I check Young Master’s room for him. The one at your side now cannot be the real Master San-”

“You know I can hear the two of you, right?” The topic of your conversation slings an arm over your shoulder, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. You shiver at the feeling of his warm breath against the juncture of your shoulder and raise a hand to smack him in the face, but he dodges to the side with ease. “And Claude! I’m supposed to be your master, you know? Could you stop talking about me like a mutt that keeps pissing on the carpet?”

The man draws in a deep breath to counter. “Well, Young Master, perhaps I would have reason to if you behaved more like a young master instead of a dog-”

You shove San away from you and press the phone to your ear once more. “Anyway, Claude, could you please pick up San from school? He’s at the main gate now.”

There’s the purr of the engine over the call, sleek and velvety as you hear the car pull out of the driveway. “Anything for you, young miss. Please keep Master San under containment until I reach the venue.”

San grabs the phone from you in fury and shrieks into the receiver, voice reminiscent of a dying cat. “Stop talking about me like that! And I’m your master, not her, you know-”

The call hangs up abruptly.

You dissolve into fits of laughter at the look of stunned shock on San’s face and pluck the phone from his hands, while he merely continues staring blankly into the space where the mobile device once was. Bopping him once on the nose to snap him out of his daze, you grin smugly at him and wave the phone in your palm. “I told you that Claude likes me more than he likes you. Honestly, sometimes we have tea chats over the nonsense you get up to.”

Your best friend sputters incoherently.

“Preposterous! Unbelievable! Unacceptable!” San’s face is red with disbelief, almost the same hue of crimson as the coat he wears. Giggles nearly spill forth from you at the comical look on his features as you fight to keep your laughter in your chest, admiring the way his flush makes his cheeks like blossoming roses. “I’m going to fire that traitorous little bastar-”

He breaks off into a coughing fit.

“San!” You yelp in horror, dropping all pretense and rushing to his side to support him. Your arms wind around his shoulders and pull him close to you as he bends over still coughing, waving you off with a raspy ‘I’m fine, I’m fine– ’.

“You shouldn’t lie, Young Master.”

Whirling around in surprise, you see Claude standing there, sleek black limousine behind him, posture perfect like a statue, not a thread on his impeccable suit out of place. San had designed it for him with his very own hands, from the sketching of the outfit to the selection of the material, explaining to you every bit about how all these would come together eventually to form a suit perfect for Claude’s thirty seventh birthday gift.

You had strongly vetoed San’s idea of making the suit canary yellow, but that had been one of the experiences that had really bonded the two of you together. You remember staying over at his house till the wee hours of the morning, curled up in his bed with Darong as you watched him work the sewing machine through sleepy, half lidded eyes. When you did fall asleep, you would often wake up a few moments later to see San on the floor of his room, head tilted against the bed in a manner that must surely not have been comfortable, his long fingers wrapped loosely around your wrist and Puchi in his lap as he snoozed away before you.

Innocent and vulnerable.

Your heart softens at the memory.

“What? How did you get here so fast? I swear you’re like… Usain Bolt in disguise or something.” San grumbles as he tosses his backpack with the force he can muster at the chauffeur, the older man catching it easily with the same, unruffled, serene smile on his face.

“Usain Bolt is a respectable Olympic Sprinter, I merely have a very expensive car provided to me by your father. Also, I did tell you this morning that you were sick and needed to stay at home today, but you refused to listen to me and walked all the way here on your own.” Claude answers as he holds open the door to the backseat. San’s face turns even redder at being exposed and your eyes widen in shock.

“San, you walked all the way here this morning? It was pouring buckets!” You exclaim angrily, now thoroughly furious and also confused by why San was so determined to come to school today. There was nothing especially exciting or interesting going on in school, so San’s behavior was completely counter intuitive. “You’re sick and you don’t carry an umbrella! So that’s why you were so wet this morning! Stay at home next time, you dummy!”

Instead of defending himself, something in San’s eyes soften at your little outburst, the dimples in his cheeks appearing as he gazes at you. “Cute.” He hums under his breath and you recoil a little in confusion, a frown pulling at your lips. San has been doing strange stuff like this recently, dancing hot and cold around you, saying strange things. You chalk this one up to his fever – it must have really fried his brain – and turn your head away to hide your flush.

“I’m just worried, okay?” You mumble, a little embarrassed by his words but you push them out of your mind, forcibly shoving San into the backseat of his car. He nearly trips, stumbles a little, and falls into the leather seat with a yelp. “There! Now, I’m heading back to class–”

His fingers close around your wrist and tug you in after him.

“Choi San!” You shriek in indignation but San merely chuckles tiredly, sagging against your side with his head resting on your shoulder, eyes already sliding shut. You’re about to push him off, but you falter when he sighs gently, his warm breath fanning over your collarbone.

You nearly shiver at the feeling, but keep a hold of yourself.

As Claude closes the door after you and slides into driver’s seat to begin the drive back home, he glances at the interior driver’s mirror to see the peaceful expression on his young master’s face.

He smiles knowingly to himself.

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× genre: smut, everyone is filthy rich × pairing: San x Reader (fem.) × word count: 4.7k × warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol, smoking, fingering, oral, clit play, dirty talk, explicit sex, marijuana use

× synopsis:The only excitement at this boring extravagant party was the taste of a random kid’s lips on yours mixed with the devil’s lettuce, who happens to be the son of the CEO your parents partnered with. It couldn’t get any better than that. 

☁️: i don’t smoke weed, but that shit is lowkey hot, especially when you end up shot-gunning with a slicked-back-blonde-hair san.

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You never knew what the point of holding such extravagant parties was. Did they really donate proceeds to charity, or was that another cold lie your parents fed the guests apart from the disgusting over-priced cheese and caviar? 

It was nights like these where you wanted nothing but to go home and empty the fridge or possibly passed out face flat onto a lawn at some random frat party you found yourself in. Anything would be better than standing in feet-aching heels at a party with no one to talk to. 

If you earnt a dollar for every time you welcomed guests and greeted them with your million dollar realistic fake smile, you’d become a billionaire, rich enough to buy your parent’s company and probably two others. Your cheeks were aching just as much as your feet with the number of times you had to smile through the pain of talking to business people about their stupid taxes and so on. 

“You might want to slow down on the tarts, dear, there are guests you know” It wasn’t like anybody bothered to get their hands crumby with the tarts, so why not do it for them?

“That’s your fault for inviting so many people, mother” You didn’t even need to take a glance at her to know she rolled her eyes into another dimension at your snarky comment. 

“Behave” To be completely honest, it was quite satisfying seeing your mother fed up with you. It could possibly teach her a thing or two. It was honestly the least you could do after living a life many wished for. If only they knew the consequences of actually living it. 

It felt like the walls were closing in with every passing second you stayed inside, surrounded by countless bodies that wanted nothing to talk about money and other materialistic desires. You felt disgusted with every fibre of your body as you take a swift glance at your parents, putting on a show with the same plastic smiles as their snake tongues lure the interests of tycoons.

The longer you stayed here, the more you wanted to throw up from basking in overly expensive perfume and cologne. Your cheeks were on the verge of seizing from the smiles, it was exhausting.

It felt even more suffocating, literally, as you squeeze passed guests and avoiding the urge to knock over the sparkling champagne glass in their hands. The balcony seemed to be the only place of refuge. Sliding the glass door, you stepped outside into the midst of breezy night with slight shivers travelling up your body.

You felt like you can breathe again after escaping out into the open. The chatters and laughs muffled as you slide the glass door closed again, turning your back on the faces to bask in the chilly air with nothing but a loose satin dress short enough to hide the case of cigarettes strapped to your thigh. 

The balcony was long, it wrapped around one entire side and halfway around the other. It got colder as you dipped around the corner, perfect and away from prying eyes. You hiked up your dress slightly, taking the case of cigarettes strapped to your thigh before holding it between your lips. 

If your parents ever found out you were one of those tobacco users, they’d blame you for tarnishing their reputation with ridiculously absurd malicious headlines, ‘Heiress of Multimillion-Dollar Company or a Tobacco Addict?’ ‘The Irony of a Smoker Running A Biomedical Company’.  It was as if it were the apocalypse if they’d ever catch you, not that you would let them.

“Those things kill you fast, you know?” You were in the middle of a drag of your cigarette before a voice jolted you up from your spot, making you spin around to a man leaning against the wall.

“I’m counting on it” You were only joking of course.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here smoking?” The man kicked himself off the wall before stepping into the more lit area of the balcony.

“You can’t call me pretty if you don’t know me” Your lips kissed the cigarette again, blowing smoke between your lips as you stared out into the city from the rails of your penthouse balcony. 

“What if I do know you?” His features were sharp under the dim lighting, cheekbones stood out very prominently as his feline eyes left your jaw dropped. He was truly astonishing.

“I don’t seem to know who you are” You turned to face him, getting a better observation at his god-like features as you held the cigarette over the railing.

“I’m Choi San” Now that was a name that had rung a few rusty bells in your head.

“Don’t tell me you’re the Choi San of-” 

“Choi Biomedical Technologies? Yes, I’m that Choi San”

Almost half of all hospitals had the equipment and resources produced by San’s father in use day and night. Fortunately enough, the company had decided to pair with your parent’s medical research and company. 

“Funny enough, I don’t see your face around often” 

“It’s pointless to just show my face at a party where I don’t have fun” San shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants, shuffling a bit in his spot before finally turning his face towards you. 

Now you could clearly see everything, and my, he was indeed a masterpiece. You were amazed at how he managed to slick back his hair without the look of heavy hair products glistening under the light. 

“So what made you show up to this one?” If there was any way possible that excused you from attending these parties, you’d take it in a heartbeat. 

“To see what the hype was all about, my father’s tried setting me up with many girls when I don’t go. So I figured if I showed up just once, he’d finally leave me alone” 

“And did he?”

“Why do you think I’m out here?” San smirked as he ran his hand through his hair, staring down at your cigarette.

“Sounds pitiful” You bring your hand up, holding the slow killer against your lips before puffing one out into the air.

“May I?” San nodded towards the cigarette, eyes drooping at the sight of it between your lips.

“You don’t spike me as a smoker” You handed the stick over to him, watching him take a drag before smoke escapes pass his lips. 

“You’d be surprised about other things” San grimaced at the cigarette before handing it back to you and looking out into the city.

“Like what?” Now you were genuinely curious.

A smirk crawled up San’s face as he faced you again, eyeing you with curious eyes before licking his teeth. You could tell he was trying to avoid your question, but it just worked your curiosity even more.

“What are you doing out here?” You scoffed at San’s diversion, turning around to rest your forearms against the rails. 

“For a smoke obviously, and my feet hurt from walking around” You shook off the ash from the cigarette, hesitantly bringing the nearly finished stick up to your lips once again.

“You always smoke at parties?”  

“Only when I have to”

“What made you tonight?” 

“Look at that and tell me you don’t want to get out of there” San didn’t have to look to know what you were referring to. In fact, he felt exactly the same.

“You know, I have something better than this,” San plucked the cigarette out from your lips and threw it off the balcony before reaching in his jacket, pulling out a small clear bag of what seemed to look like chopped up parsley “, that would relax you”.

“What the fuck?” Your eyes widen as you finally realise what was in front of you. This guy really just stored weed in his jacket like it was nothing. 

“What? Have you never tried?” You shook your head, eyeing the green flakes sitting in its little ziplock bag. 

“I never knew where to get it-”

“Wow, look at that!” You could’ve sworn your head was about to rip right off your neck from how fast you swerved behind.

Silhouettes of guests fill the floor as a few flooded out into the balcony, making your heart race as you assured San to put the bag back in his jacket. Thankfully, the two of you were around the corner which let you dodge a bullet from noisy guests.

“Shit” As much as you wanted to smoke whatever San offered, it was too risky out here even behind the unlit corner of your balcony.

“I know a place where we can-”

“No, I can’t leave the building, they won’t let me” Your parents have had enough of you to strict you from leaving the party, mainly to keep a close eye on you and prevent anything that would blacken their name.

“Does your bathroom have a big window?” San fixed his jacket before stepping aside, walking around the corner with you following behind.

“Yeah, but it’ll look suspicious if we go upstairs together” You immediately spot your parents the moment you stepped back inside, no surprise they were buttering up more guests.

“The more you think about it, the more it’ll look suspicious” Technically, it wasn’t that hard staying out of your parent’s vision as they chattered away with more people and sipping on their champagne. 

San stayed behind you as you quickly trod up the stairs to the second level, quietness flushing over you as the party stayed below. San appeared not long after, inspecting the new surrounding as you opened the door to your bathroom. 

The marble glistened the moment you flicked on the lights, most of which doesn’t seem to phase San one bit. The door locked behind you as you unlatched the window, letting the cold air in as well as making it an escape for your smoke.

“What kind of shower is that?” San snickered. You honestly have no clue either.

“I don’t know, we don’t use this bathroom” You always questioned why your mother had such a desire for homes with more than enough rooms, it was pointless really.

“So your family’s like that too huh?” San pulled out the little bag again, placing it on to the marble counter before reaching for something else. 

“Like what?” You stared at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair as you patted smudged mascara underneath your eyes.

“Money this, money that?” Your eyes turned down to San, packing the green flakes into a thin piece of paper. 

“It’s sickening” You were just glad you managed to escape the trap of falling into the mindset of materialistic wealth and whatnot.

“It’s surprising to finally find someone like me” 

“Like you? So you’re telling me all those campaigns and charities are bullshit too?” San’s father always loved taking every chance he got to host events beneficial to his company.

“Blatant lie, every single one of them” San sounded embarrassed, ashamed of his family’s immoral choices.

You almost feel sorry for him, but yet again, your family was exactly like that too. You couldn’t judge him one bit, not that you would anyways. Nowadays, you were always met with rich privileged dickheads boasting about which Rolex they bought with their ‘daddy’s’ black card.

“Lick” San brought the rolled stick up to your lips as you sat on the counter, waiting for you to the seal it up for him.

His eyes locked onto yours as he stood in front of you. Without taking yours off his, you stick your tongue out, swiping across the thin paper before letting San close off the stick.

“Where’d you buy it?” If you didn’t have eyes watching you 24/7, you’d be at some random back alley buying as much devil lettuce as you want and possibly smoking it at some random back alley. 

San, without a doubt, would have security with him all the time. The fact that he managed to obtain weed was questioning.

“A friend of mine sells it from his gym” San tapped your lip with the stick before flicking the lid off of his Zippo lighter, letting the flame spark as it flickered close to the end of the stick.

“Smart” The paper burnt black as it shrivelled from the flame. San set the lighter down onto the counter, packing away the contents of your little construction before taking off his suit jacket. You could’ve sworn his shirt was about to unbutton, not that you were complaining.

“If you ever need, look for Jongho down at the gym besides the 7/11 parking lot, call for Wooyoung if he isn’t there” 

“There’s a lot of 7/11′s” You took a hit of the stick, head instantly feeling lighter as your eyes drooped a bit.

“There’s only one 7/11 with a parking lot downtown with a gym next to it” 

Your feet dangled off the ground, heels clanking against the counter as you let your sore feet take a break from walking on tiptoes all night. San hung his jacket on the hook by the door, rolling up his sleeves up to his forearms as he nodded towards the stick. Boy, those arms were nice.

The hit did a lot more than expected, it was worth the wait, and the risk. You take the stick from your lips, pressing it against San’s as you take the strap on your thigh off with the cigarette case on it.

“You should quit while you can” San muffled, blowing the smoke towards the window as he leaned against the counter with his hands either side of you, still keeping a distance between his body and yours. You honestly wish he was closer though.

“I already know it’s going to be hard” You almost instantly regretted buying your first pack of cigarettes, if you knew what withdrawals were at the time, you would’ve never had pressed that toxic stick against your lips.

“It’s better than ending up black lungs” San raised his brows, letting you take the stick from his lips for another hit.

“I’m gonna need more of these if I start quitting” 

“You can keep the ones I brought tonight” You gulped at the closing distance between you and San, the dangling chain around his neck hitting against his chest every time he moved wasn’t making it any easier to stay reserved.

“I’ll pay you back”

“Don’t bother. Consider it a gift” 

“A gift for what?”

“Being decent I guess” You were so tempted to blow this smoke into his face.

“You’re decent too I guess” More than decent actually, but you were too scared to say that. After all, you only met him ten minutes ago. 

Your head felt lighter than the clouds, it was everything better than your average smoke. Now you were definitely going to attempt quitting.

“How is it?” San smiled softly, droopy-eyed as he slumped forward towards you with arms caging you in.

“This shit is amazing” You almost choke while pulling the stick from your lips, making San chuckle in such a deep but mesmerising voice, faintly showing off his dimple you didn’t know he had.

“This is probably the most fun I’ve had at these parties” San chuckled, tilting his head to the side as you press the stick back onto his soft lips once again.

“I have you to thank for that” Your heart was on the verge of jumping out of your chest as you stared at San’s devilish smirk. There was that hint of cockiness in him that had attracted you to grown to like him.

“I guess you could call it fate” San flickered back and forth between your eyes, blowing smoke out from the side of his mouth before giving the stick back to you.

“You know what would be more fun?” You couldn’t really stop yourself from saying anything further. But, you really wanted to just pop that button on his shirt that’s been on the brink of slipping out of its hold.

“Don’t say you have more drugs up your dress”

“Kiss me” You said nice and slowly enough for San to comprehend, you couldn’t help but bite down on your lip at your sudden boost of confidence, giggling at San’s bewildered face.

“You know, that would be fun” San smirked, grabbing a quick hit before locking his lips onto yours, smoke plummeting into your mouth as your fingers tangle in his hair with his body pushing between your legs.

“Oh yeah, this is so much better” Your arms slung around his neck as you inched yourself closer to the edge of the counter, pressing your cunt against the bulge in his pants as your legs cage him against you with his arms doing the same to you.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you outside” San moaned against your lips as he subconsciously pushed his hips forward, grinding against your sopping wet cunt.

“Then why didn’t you?” Your forehead rests against San’s with a hand tangled his hair as the other slides down his chest, hooking your finger onto his chain.

“I thought you were one of those bimbos who say ‘daddy’ too much” It was quite insulting to know you’d given off those vibes, but who could blame you for wanting to look your best?

“I would’ve figured those were your type of girls” Your lips brush over San’s once again before softly biting it.

“Guess we’re both wrong” San’s hands cupped the bottom of your thighs, smoothing over your skin as he plants a wet kiss on your lips before trailing them down your jaw, making you throw your head back as his lips graze over your sensitive skin, plastering rough kisses all over as you squirmed in pleasure against his hold.

You pushed your hips further, almost falling off the counter if it wasn’t for San’s body pushing against you and his hard crotch grinding against your soaked pussy. San’s hand slid up and down your leg before hiking under your dress, scrunching the satin material up to your waist as you squeezed his forearm.

You could feel your arousal soaking every inch of your panties as San’s hand runs across the skin of your waist, thumb rubbing the bottom of your bralette as you pushed his head closer to yours for another sopping kiss. A low groan from the back of his throat only made your head lighter in lust as you slowly pop the buttons off his shirt.

Looking back, you never thought you’d end up in the bathroom making out high with a semi-stranger. But, it was better than floating in a pool of rich narcissistic fucks. 

San’s chest frees as you rip open his shirt, letting him drop it to the ground as your fingers trace over the lining of his defined abs. Your nipples harden as San’s fingers slip under your bralette, cupping your breast in one hand as your nipple rolls between his fingers.

A wet stain was probably evident against San’s crotch area from your subconscious grinding. It was nothing a blow dryer couldn’t fix.

You could feel his cock throbbing under his pants against your pussy. A hand glides down from his abs and down to the belt of his pants, fumbling with it before scrunching his pants down to his thighs along with his boxers, freeing his pulsating cock against your thigh. 

San’s tongue swiped across your bottom lip as he drove his hand down your thigh, inching his thumb towards your clothed clit and rubbing it slowly as your wetness soaked through your panties. Your fingers remain tangled in his hair as the other hand grasped his cock firmly, thumb swiping over his slit before pumping slowly.

“Fuck” San groaned against your lips, cock twitching in your hold as you smear his precum over his reddened tip. 

You clenched around nothing as San dragged your panties down to the ground, letting your bare ass sit on the cold marble counter as his thumb circled at your clit. Your legs ache from staying in the air with nowhere to rest upon other than San’s waist. 

“Oh my god” A breathy moan escapes from your lips as San presses his fingers against your folds, coating them in your juices as he slides them up and down before pushing them into your hole.

“I want you so bad- fuck” San pumped two fingers in and out of you with your juices glistening on his fingers. 

“Nothing’s stopping you” You cupped his face, shooting an assuring look before planting a sloppy wet kiss on his lips before he kissed down your neck again, moving much faster down to your collarbone and just the top of your breasts before lowering his body.

San’s fingers were still buried deep in you, pumping steadily as his face reached down to your thighs, smothering the inside with his soft kisses before moving over to your clit. It throbbed intensely as San let his tongue press flat against it before circling it around.

You gripped San’s hair tightly, legs quivering on San’s shoulders as he lapped at your pussy, dragging his fingers in and out of your tight hole. Thankfully, the chatter down below was loud enough for your sinful doings to be covered up. 

“Right there- oh fuck” San’s tongue flicked rapidly against your clit before sliding it up and down your slit with his thumb now circling around your clit and hands flat against your stomach, holding your dress up.

“Mhm” It was a soft moan against your core that got you going crazy. You needed more than just his tongue, you needed him.

You cupped the side of San’s head with both hands before pulling him back up to your lips, letting the tip of his cock twitch at your entrance, slipping with your juices and his precum. San hooked an arm around your back, hugging your close as he kissed you hungrily, tongue lapping everywhere with yours.

“Look in that drawer” San pulled back, tilting his head to see which one you were talking about before gripping the knob and pulling it out.

“I thought you said no one uses this bathroom” A pack of condoms appeared from below as San rips the box open, pulling one out and ripping it with his teeth before spitting the foil to the side. 

“That’s exactly why I stored them there” You grabbed latex, rolling it down his cock as he threw his head back with a groan.

“Mhmmfuck” Your mouth hanged wide at the stretch of San’s dick sliding into you, taking a few breaths before letting him move. 

“Fucking christ, so tight” San groaned against your neck before pecking it, slowly thrusting his hips into you as your legs lazily wrap around his waist.

You weren’t sure if you were able to keep your moans to a minimum when San was breathing down your neck like this and hips rolling into you smoothly. God hope the commotion below was loud enough to save you.

San rolled his hips, burying his cock deep in you as he moved slowly. Your head pounded like crazy his hands roamed every inch of your body, squeezing everywhere he could, literally, get his hands on.

The pleasure immediately flooded your head as San quickened his pace, pumping waves of pleasure throughout your body with each thrust. Your forehead rests against his as your lips hover over San’s, brushing ever so lightly as they part.

“Ohmygod yesyes” The sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls as San grunted loudly, tensing his abs with each hard thrust.

Your moans were almost high-pitched as San knocked the air out of your lungs, gripping on to your thighs for dear life as your hands travelled up and down from his chest to his toned abs.

“You like that? Hm?” A smirk crawled its way onto his face as he gazed at you with hooded eyes, still fucking the daylights out of you as your breasts bounced in their place.

“Yes, oh my god- fuck yesnnghaa” You absolutely love the way San’s hips rolled against yours, it was like riding a rollercoaster to heaven and you weren’t even riding anything.

“You like the way I fuck this perfect little cunt of yours?” San grunted through a clenched jaw, slamming his hips against yours, making you gasp wildly for air.

“Fuckfuckyes- yes!” Your hand slapped behind San’s neck as he rutted into you like no tomorrow, sending your head to a cloud of nothingness except lust and pleasure. 

“Mhmffuck you’re so perfect” San’s lips attacked yours once again, you could care less about the slobbering mess, it was actually kind of hot. 

San held hugged you close as your legs gave him no chance of withdrawal as his dick continuously hits the spot of limitless pleasure, sending your breath straight out the window. A whine falls from your parted lips as your face scrunches in pleasure with brows furrowed deeply as your foreheads touch.

“S-So close- mmphh” Your legs quivered with every passing second, skin becoming sensitive with every touch as San cherished your body against his.

San quicked his thrusts, literally knocking you back further as he plunges his hips harder against yours. A bundle of pleasure in the pit of your stomach starts to go wild, seizing with every thrust made to reach the spot inside you that you could never reach. 

Your walls clench tightly around his cock like you were holding on for dear life, slamming your lips against San’s to muffle your sickly moans as he rammed into you. It was like floating in a utopia filled with nothing but euphoric bliss as your vision went blurry with San’s grunting against your ear.

“Oh fuck! Yes ohmygodddnngghh yesyes-” You gasped sharply, legs starting to quiver as your abdomen tensed from the sudden burst of pleasure ricocheting all around your body to flooding your brain. You could’ve sworn you went cross-eyed for a bit. 

“A little bit moremmph fuckk” It was only a matter of seconds before San rutted hard into you one last time before spewing his release into the latex, moaning wildly against your lips as he hugged you closer than before.

Your body subconsciously spazzed subtly as San slowly slid himself out from your hole, letting his cock twitch against your thigh as his forehead rests against yours. It was a comfortable silence that washed over the two of you, there was nothing but the sound of your desperate pants of deprived breath. 

It felt like everything had frozen at that moment when San’s eyes met yours, it was like you had just seen a thousand stars pooling in his eyes when he pecked your lip. 

You pulled back to get a better look, still accumulating your clear vision as San rolled off the latex without looking down, discarding it in the trash can beside you. A small bead of sweat lined the side of his face, making you pat it away with a tissue you pulled from the box behind you. 

“Your makeup’s ruined” San pulled up his boxers along with his pants, letting it hang at his hips as he leaned forward with his hands rested against the edge of the counter. 

“Not like I’m going anywhere afterwards” You gently dabbed San’s sweat away before throwing the tissue into the trash, leaning back on your arms with San still inches away from your face.

“I can try to sneak you out” San whispered, gazing deeply into your eyes as you did the same.

“Now why would you want to do that?” 

“To have proper fun” San pushed himself off the counter, reaching down for your panties that had been plastered onto the floor just ages ago before carefully sliding them back up your leg and holding your ass in the process, caressing it gently.

“We just had our fun” You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his naked one as you hopped off the counter.

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other quite often” 

“I’m actually counting on it” You traced your finger along the outline of his pecks before landing a soft kiss on his lips one last time.

“Music to my ears”

“Hm?”

“Party’s over, sweetheart”

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Copyright © 2020 by serendipityunho      All Rights Reserved

[lunnanunna]

Pummel Friends

STRAY KIDS Extra Member AU

Summary: It’s game night and Ollie really sucks at Pummel Party. (Feat. friends from Ateez, Dreamcather, Day6, and Seventeen.)

Warnings: swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @boss-baby-jongho @kimonmars @mythicalamphitrite @poutypoutybin @sunflower-0180​

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A/N: Thank you guys for patiently waiting for me to write again! Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Please let me know what you think.

Ollie sat back in her chair, munching on some chips while she waited for everyone to get online. Felix sat next to her, with his computer on and Discord open, just like hers was.

It was their online gaming night that they had with a few other idols. Parker had started it up, but didn’t know many people to invite, so Ollie took it upon herself to recruit people. 

Their main lineup consisted of her and Felix, Parker of Day6, Yoori, San, and Yunho of Ateez, Yoohyeon of Dreamcather, and Wonwoo of Seventeen. (Ollie wasn’t called Kpop’s Social Butterfly for nothing.) The group even had a group chat going called Pummel Friends, seeing as Pummel Party was their main game.

“Ooh, Noona! They’re logging in,” Felix grinned, sitting up in his seat.

Ollie sat up too, already smiling. She wondered who’d be the first to show up. When Yoori’s face appeared, Ollie squealed.

“Hiya, Unnie!” Yoori waved through the camera, “‘Sup Felix!”

“Yoori, my baby!” Ollie waved and Felix did too.

San and Yunho were the next ones to join. (Apparently Yoori had taken the faster computer, and the other two had to wait for theirs to boot up.)

Next came Yoohyeon and Wonwoo who came mere seconds from each other. They laughed when they realized that that was their fourth time that month.

“So now we’re just waiting for Parker,” Ollie nodded, eyes traveling to the time on the corner of her screen. It was half past eight, and normally Parker was the first one on, already playing some games as she waited for the others.

“Can’t we start without her for now? I’m itching to play,” Yoori said, bouncing in her seat.

“Soojin’s the one who set up the codes for each game,” Wonwoo said as he looked down at his phone. “She should be coming in soon. Apparently Sungjin-hyung had her on kitchen duty and she put it off for too long,” the rapper chuckled as he shook his head at his phone.

“Typical,” Ollie sighed, but smiled nonetheless. Putting chores off until the last possible minute was such a Parker thing to do.

“I did that last week. Hwa-oppa had me on bathroom duty,” Yoori grimaced.

“Poor baby,” Yoohyeon pouted. Yoori nodded and patted her own head, to console herself.

“You’re so dramatic,” San said rolling his eyes. Yunho laughed at the screen, but also turned to look at Yoori who was next to him and laughed. (Ollie always found it funny that those three and Felix and herself included, joined these game nights while sitting next to each other on their own computers.)

Ollie turned to look at Felix and smirked. He smiled back then reached over to grab her bag of chips.

“Yah!” Ollie shouted as the bag was plucked out of her hands. She watched as the Aussie evilly smiled at her as he ate.

“Yah, behave yourselves,” Wonwoo chided, but even coming from him it sounded weird and everyone laughed.

“What are we laughing about?”

Everyone looked at the screen and saw that Parker had finally joined them. She was aggressively lathering her hands in lotion.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Yoohyeon folded her arms over her chest and tilted her head.

“Forget about that, I want to play! Unnie send us the code!” Yoori demanded, once again bouncing in her seat. Ollie could see an arm reaching over to settle her. Judging by the way San was leaning in his seat, Ollie guessed it was him who was trying to calm Yoori.

“Uwah, Yoori’s feisty today,” Ollie said snickering as the rapper swatted San’s hand away and even threatened to bite him.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting, Yoori. There I sent the code over for Pummel Party,” Parker said as she finished typing something.

Ollie’s computer dinged and soon everyone was ready to play.

~

“Yah, Soojin-ah. Don’t make any rash decisions,” Wonwoo warned. It was Parker’s turn and she had gotten the rocket that would move her ahead. It would also take out anyone in it’s way. Wonwoo was in it’s way.

“Too late,” Parker said as she let the rocket fly.

“So mean,” Wonwoo whined, and Ollie could hear the pout.

“Yah!” Ollie cried out as she too was caught in the line of fire. “Why’d you take me out?!” As much as Ollie loved playing this game, she sucked at it and was always the target.

“Oops,” Parker said, though Ollie knew she was far from sorry.

“My turn!” Yoori cheered.

Ollie watched as Yoori’s avatar rolled the dice. Yoori cheered when she was able to advance to a chest. When she opened it she squealed.

“As long as she doesn’t unleash her bunny I’m fine,” Yunho said.

Yoori was notorious for getting a bunny that killed players. No one else had been able to get it except for her. San and Felix both came to the conclusion that she had rigged the game.

“What was that Yunnie? You want me to unleash my bunny?” Yoori asked in her most innocent voice.

“I just got chills from that,” Felix said.

“Same,” Wonwoo agreed.

“Yoori’s a little monster when it comes to gaming,” Parker chuckled.

“I don’t know why you guys are always so surprised,” Ollie added just as the screen loaded their next mini game.

Ollie’s jaw dropped at the cute yet maniacal laugh that only came when Yoori was winning or was about to attack.

“San-ah control her!” Wonwoo said.

“I would if I could!” San protested.

Ollie and Felix side eyed each other and laughed. Game nights were always the best. They were crazy, but so so fun.

“We need to stream our games. I’m sure our fans would love to see this side of us,” Ollie smiled.

“Yeah! Unnie, didn’t you say you wanted to open a Twitch account?” Yoori directed the question to Parker.

“Eh, streaming is more of Jae’s thing. I don’t wanna look like I’m copying him,” Parker said as she finished the maze in first. Ollie frowned as she fell off the cliff again.

“I think you should still do it. I don’t think anyone would think of it as copying. Many idols have Twitch accounts,” Wonwoo said as he came in second.

“I hate it here,” Ollie mumbled to herself as she made it a bit closer, but then fell right after.

“I mean, I guess,” Parker said.

“And you can have special streams where we join. Pummel Party with Kpop Idols,” Felix said. Ollie looked at him as he bounced slightly in his seat at the idea. When she looked back at the screen, she fell again.

“GAH! I’m done,” Ollie threw her head back and groaned.

“Seriously, Soojin. Go for it. Imagine people’s reaction when they see how evil Yoori is and how competitive yet bad Unnie is,” Yoohyeon said, laughing.

“Why?!” Ollie whined and Yoori just giggled. The American slid off her seat and landed on the floor, pouting.

“Noona’s slipped into Ollie Emo Mode,” Felix announced, side eyeing the older.

“Is she on the ground pouting?” San giggled.

“Shut up, Choi!” Ollie scowled.

“Okay, Unnie. We finished the mini game. It’s your turn to roll,” Parker said.

Ollie sighed dramatically and Felix watched with a smirk as she climbed back onto her chair. She rolled the dice then sat back as her avatar moved ahead.

“Bunny time!” Yoori cheered.

Everyone groaned and Ollie laughed as Wonwoo was the victim.

“Why is it always me?!”

“Suck it up, Oppa,” Parker giggled.

“Unnie, I’m sorry,” Yoohyeon stated.

Ollie’s eyes widened when she realized that it was meant for her. She didn’t even get time to process as the rocket took off and scooped her up, dragging her across the board.

“Why do I even play this game?” Ollie dropped her head onto her arms that were folded on her desk.

“Wah, Noona. Either you’re completely out of luck or you just suck,” Felix said.

Ollie peaked at him and watched as he smirked at her.

“I raised you! Respect me!” Ollie shouted. Before she could say anything else, another rocket came towards her, with Wonwoo perched on it.

“Oh come on!” Ollie threw her hands in the air and everyone laughed at her outburst.

Even though she was coming in dead last and it seemed like everyone was targeting her, Ollie still had fun. She always did when she gamed with them. She just needed to find a game that she was good at so she could win at least once.

Ollie’s Masterlist

[sparklingchan]

Tipsy Turvy || Choi San(Ateez)

Pairing : Reader (fem.) x Choi San

Word count : 5k+

Warnings : Cuss words , alcohol , hangover , mentions of over drinking, not proof read.

Genre : Fluff , a tiny bit of angst , romance , friends to lovers au.

Description : You have a complicated relationship with San , and the alcohol in your system makes it worse ( or better).

Author's Note : So with all honesty , I have NO idea how people behave when drunk so I searched it up and wrote this 90%  based on that ( and 10% on  my friends’ advice). I hope at least one of y’all get the horrible pun in the title  -_-

Please do reblog , like and comment if you like this. My DMs are also open so if you want to gimme a review , feel free.

Enjoy!

The coffee in the cup must have gone cold by now, because the moment you touch it’s surface ,you don't feel the same sting as you did a few minutes ago.

Not that it tasted good anyway. You're almost glad you didn't have to drink it but maybe, right now, you could use a sip or two to spare yourself a few seconds of peace.

"The coffee is wonderful, isn't it? It's my favorite one." The man in front of you - Mike - needs to seriously give you a break, or else there will be blood on the streets. Literally, "I'm glad you like it."

Does he not see the clearly disgusted look on your face ? Or was he so sure you'd like this drink just because he ordered it without even asking you?

"Yeah ,its fine." You sigh , touching your lips to the mouth of the cup and then putting it back down. You're not drinking that already tasteless and now cold coffee. No way.

"So ,y/n, since we're expected to give our parents an answer after this date, I'd like to know about your opinions first . And please be honest. I would hate to upset you." He says , scratching his chin .

Your eyes widen at the unexpected string of words. This is the first time since this stupid date began that he actually asked your opinion on anything.

"Well," you begin, your mind filling up with tons of words that you'd waited patiently to let out , "Marriage is a big decision. At least for me. And this is all too fast. I just hope we have enough time to know each other before our parents set the date."

He nods his head , “ I agree, I agree. Its important . Right."

You furrow your brows. His reaction seems very forced. Like he really didn't agree with you , but for the sake of it , he's agreeing.

"And what kind of qualities do you look for in a man,y/n?" You want to roll your eyes at the question but you pull your lips up in a smile, not quiet touching your eyes but enough to convince him. You wonder why he was trying so hard to save a date that had been going downhill from the moment he sat down in front of you. You guys clearly didn't like each other, and the spark was missing.

A spark you'd only ever felt with one person.

"Its difficult to describe ideal types but yeah,I'd like someone who's compatible with me and loving and well.. obviously respectful." You say. Mike chuckles at your answer , as if amused by it, "I was expecting you to say you wanted someone who's rich and handsome like...me , honestly. But it's alright." You wonder if he actually hears himself because he really sounded like a self absorbed piece of shit right now. And you'd really do anything to escape from this date.

"Well , I guess not. " you reply with a chuckle. In all honesty, you yourself don't know what your ideal type is. It's not about the conditions or requirements that a person fulfills. It's not a job , it's a connection. You can't confine people to certain criterias. It defies the whole purpose of that connection. And even if you did have qualities you looked for in a man , everything would always end up pointing at only one damn person. You push his images away even before they can surface into your mind.

"So anyway, as I was saying before the coffee arrived , my dad bought this really pretty yacht for me last month and it's super amazing to - " and you shut him out completely while he continues blabbering and you quietly sip the disgusting coffee in front of you.

You really want to groan now. Like on his face. Putting emphasis on how draining and boring this whole conversation is for you.

But all you do is smile and nod.

You were going to reject him the moment your parents set you up on a date with a ' nice and charming bachelor '. What side of Mike did they find even remotely nice or charming? You would never know. But one thing is sure now ,you will at least not have to deal with your parents pestering you for marriage after you reject Mike.

The weather is extremely humid today , despite it having rained in the morning so without a doubt , you'd spent your day indoors , reading a book and drinking unhealthy amount of fruit punch.

"Are they still upset ? " your parents should have seen it coming ,really. The rejection was as inevitable as the rising of the sun every morning or the setting of the sun in the evening. Yet , your parents are pretty disappointed at the decision even after three days since that stupid date. You , on the other hand are happy to have gotten rid of Mike - even if it meant your parents being angry.

Your younger brother , Jongho ,sighs into the phone, " What do you think? They really thought you'd finally marry now."

You don't really blame them though. Not at all. That's what they were always taught ,weren't they? Graduate high school, finish college ,get a good job and get married. The full circle.That is all they've every known yet you find yourself upset at the fact that they didn't consider your unwillingness to this marriage ( or any other marriage) at all. You're just barely starting to work ,you cannot throw away all of that to be a good wife and daughter in law. Sure Mike is the son of some rich man who does business with your father, but economical relationships cannot be a basis for a marriage.

"Well, I can't help it . I'm not marrying that asshole at any cost. " you huff , " He is so creepy and weird. Let mom and dad stay pressed. I don't care."

"Is it just because you didn't find Mike interesting or something else?" Jongho asks.

"I guess? " you reply, scratching the back of your head.

"You know , y/n, I understand that you don't want to get married and whatever but we both know there's a solid reason behind it and I am sick of you denying it all the time." Jongho is too honest for your liking. Too brutal , no sugarcoated words. Just the truth.

And the truth stings.

"Shut up." You grumble, fiddling with the book in your hands , legs dangling from the edge of your bed, " I told you not to mention it ever again?"

"Y/n, you love him. Okay? You have loved him for seven years now . It is high time you shoot your shot or else you'll end up with some rich asshole who doesn't give two shits about you!"

He's right,of course he is. His words are not really an opinion or a vague prediction of the future. Those are facts. But hearing him say all that out loud makes your blood turn cold in your body. Fear creeping through every inch of your skin , making it hard to think clearly.

"I don't think it matters if I love him or not. I gave up on him. We haven't spoken much ever since college ended. " you say.

" You didn't give up. You just ran away instead of acknowledging it. There's a difference." Jongho replies , " And for your kind information it's only been six months since college got over. You need to stop talking like it was twenty years ago or something. "

You chuckle at his last phrase, grateful that he's trying to uplift the weirdly tense mood. "I don't think I can do it , Jongho. I want to. I really do but I don't think he likes me back." You admit.

"You're delusional if you think he doesn't like you back, y/n. All the late night car drives, movie dates , eating unhealthy food late into the nights - San loves you too. Obviously he does."

You sigh ,running your fingers over the rough page of the book in your lap. 'Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.' The words read out. The tightening of your chest increases.

"He was just being nice." You mutter.

Jongho sighs loudly from the other side , "Okay , believe what you want . I can't handle both you and mom-dad together, okay? Spare me your bullshit. Bye."

Wow, talk about being a rude, disrespectful child !

You are usually not the one to point fingers or put blame on other people , but you really despised your best friend right now. And you have every right to do so. Your best friend is the main reason why your parents are so desperately trying to get you married and see you settle down and have kids and whatever. Jisoo is the epitome of every good quality all parents desire in a daughter. She's perfect. Even more than that sometimes.

"How's your husband?" Your question doesn't sound very genuine - the words slipping out of your tongue like they were being forced out. But Jisoo seems to let it go.

"He's good , really good. " She replies ,taking a sip from the only can of cola you had left in your fridge. She passes it over to you.

"How lucky ." You mutter , taking a sip of the same drink.

"I know what you're thinking ,y/n. I know your ass is upset about everything that happened with Mike but things take time. Okay? I married early because I wanted to." she says, reading right through you like you were a book she'd read millions of times ,"If you don't want to marry , don't. Stop blaming yourself for not finding good guys." " I wonder if I'll ever find anyone even remotely nice, Jisoo. The only few guys I've been set up on dates with are not my type and well , Mike ... I don't know. We're just not compatible." You complain , " And besides I'm so terrified of marrying a guy I barely know."

Jisoo sighs , "Then marry a guy you've known for a long time."

"Who are you talking about?" You frown. You know exactly who she is talking about but you want to hear her say it. Say his name which you dare not even repeat to yourself when alone.

"Choi San ,of course. The love of your life ,your sun and stars , your sweetheart. " she says , her dreamy eyes widening to exaggerate her point.

You slap her arm hard , almost a little too hard. But you're convinced that she deserves it. "Ow !" She yells ,rubbing the sore area on her arm.

"That name is forbidden in my vicinity." You say.

Okay ,maybe now you are the one who deserves a slap. On the cheek. You couldn't believe that his name still fills your stomach with butterflies and causes your heart to beat so fast that you feel dizzy even though you claim that you're over him.

"No, it's not, y/n. Come on ,dude. You're still not over him. You will never be unless you confess and face the supposed rejection on your own. Only then you'll find it in yourself to seek other guys , unless that's not what you want." She jabs her finger on your shoulder softly , "That, or you can marry San himself. It's very simple ,really."

Now that she put it that way ,it sounds even more complicated and it sends your mind to a voyage into the sea of memories that you rarely even acknowledged anymore( or at least ,you tried to).

San's pretty eyes and alluring smile , the soft hold of his hand on your arm as you run to the movie halls just five minutes before it closes , the warmth of his hugs that you so dearly loved , his silky black hair that you've wanted to touch on so many occasions and the day you were sure he had leaned in to kiss you but your annoying brother decided to call just at that exact moment. You almost wish you could go back to your university graduation day , and wait a little longer for him after the event got over and tell him that he meant the world to you. More than he could ever imagine. You really wish you had waited that day.

"Jongho has this stupid theory that he likes me too. He's making me even more confused. " you say.

"At least Jongho has more brain cells than you. That kid deserves an award or something." Jisoo replies , chuckling.

"He's not a kid. He's just a year younger than me and you." You deadpan. Great, your best friend and brother are now on the same team.

She rolls her eyes , "Yeah , you are a kid too. Only a kid acts so naive and stupid when everything they've ever wanted is right there in front of them. Hell, even a kid would realise that San loves you !"

Jisoo talks a lot , but her words are never empty or vague. She says whatever she wants to and has to. And she is always able to make a point. But you're a dumb bitch who likes to pretend she's still not in love with her childhood sweetheart and is looking for love somewhere else.

"Anyway, can we go for a drink?"

"Glad you finally asked." Jisoo grabs your arm and drags you out of the house.

Your favorite bar in the entire world has to be the one you've been going to since you were in high school. From your first time drinking to vomiting in its toilet after having way too many vodka shots , from dancing with your friends to crying alone in a corner , that place has seen it all.

Coincidentally( not really), its Jisoo's favorite bar too.

"Okay, y/n. I think you should stop now. That's enough."

Coincidentally also ,you happen to not have a good alcohol tolerance yet an endearing desire to drown your sorrows in those glasses.

"No, I'm not even properly drunk." You whine ,your words only barely making sense to Jisoo. She grabs the glass away from you.

"Come on , let's take you home. " she tries to pull you from your seat , "Can't believe I thought it was a good idea to drink on a weekday."

"No, no, Jisoo. " you resist , pushing her away. " I want to..stay. here. I like it here. It's so warm and cozy . If I go home, I'll cry. I hate home. It's so ugly. Ew. This place is so pretty ."

Your vision is so blurry that your brain can't even form clear images anymore. You see Jisoo's form after squinting hard enough.

"You won't cry. I'll take care of you, y/n. Come on." Jisoo is so insistent you have to hold yourself back from punching her. Her lucky ass would never understand how much in pain your heart is in. And how much the alcohol helps in forgetting all that even just for a few minutes.

"You go home. I'll stay. I'll stay here for as long as I can. Away from all you blood suckers." You slur. And then giggle for no apparent reason.

Jisoo heaves a sigh ,sitting beside you. "Are you going to come with me or do I have to call San to pick you up?"

That was a threat. Jisoo always uses the same one and somehow, it always seems to work. Not today though.

"Hah! Joke's on you ! He doesn't care about me." You point at her face , giggling again.

San? Taking care of you? Funniest joke of the year.

"He does ,y/n. You know he does. What are you being like this?" She asks , rubbing your hand comfortingly. "I see the way he looks at you."

"He probably has a girlfriend already. He always posts romantic shit on Instagram. " you say ,resting your chin on your arm.

"He doesn't have one. I know he doesn't. He probably posts all that for you." She says.

You want to believe her but your brain feels fuzzy and foggy now. Like the sky on winter mornings.

"I want to see San, Jisoo. I miss him. I miss him so much. " you keep muttering under your breath , "Take me to him. I miss him."

Jisoo stares at you - wide eyed and slightly annoyed. Your low alcohol tolerance will get you into serious trouble one day.

"We can see him tomorrow. Let's go home now. Now." She pulls your arm again.

You push her off , "I said I want to see San ! Right now! Take me to him!"

You have never yelled at anyone while in a drunken state before so the sudden increased volume of your voice scares Jisoo. She let's go of your arm.

"Okay, will you come home after meeting San?" Jisoo asks ,taking her phone out to call a cab.

"Yes. No. Depends. I never want to be away from him." You say. "Take me to him , please. I haven't seen him in months. Years. I don't remember how long. Do you think he'll recognize me?"

Shaking her head , Jisoo makes a mental note to never take you out for drinking again.

San lives a few minutes away from your own apartment, but with traffic sometimes it takes almost an hour to reach his apartment.

Today must have been your lucky day because the traffic was almost negligible. Although you don't remember the journey to his house , you do remember his familiar voice greeting you and Jisoo like he had almost expected you both to arrive at his door this late at night.

"She was throwing a tantrum that she wanted to see you. So I brought her here. I hope it's not a problem. " Jisoo says in her sweet voice that she uses on everyone but you and her husband. You scowl.

"Hey, I wasn't throwing a tantrum! " You hit her arm again , but she puts on the fakest smile when San looks at the both of you with a confused face.

"And she's not very sober right now." Jisoo admits ,sighing. San presses his lips in line , observing you as play with the hem of your tshirt and your eyes are focused on his face. You never had so much confidence in a sober state. He knows this because he's seen you like this a million times before and hopefully, if all goes well tonight , he might see this state in the future too.

His stomach does a back flip when you stick out your bottom lip in a cute little pout.

"It's okay. She can stay the night here. I believe you have something important to tell me ,y /n?" San asks, titling his head.

You nod , beaming with happiness. Your eyes never leave his perfect face and his beautiful black hair which he decided to tie in a small ponytail tonight and his toned arms and his breathtakingly sweet dimples as he leads you inside, bidding goodbye to your bestfriend. Jisoo must be very relieved right now ,you think.

"Do you need a glass of water ,y/n?" San asks you , as he takes you gently by the arm to his bedroom. His alert eyes are always on your steps ,making sure you do not trip on anything.

"No. " you giggle. You're so happy to be with him alone at last that you can barely contain it . "I missed you ,San."

He laughs at your words ,shaking his head in disbelief as he makes you sit on his warm ,fluffy bed.

You've always wanted to sit there.

"Waoowww , this bed is so soft. " you swing your legs up and down with a big grin on your face , "I want to sleep on this bed. Oh my god ,awww."

San sees you lean down against the headboard and laugh at the ceiling, pointing out peculiar patterns . You look very content right now ,he notices. Your flushed cheeks , big , curious eyes , messy hair , yet he thinks you look beautiful like this - raw and natural and pretty.

"San! Sit with me, come here." You say , patting the empty space beside you.

San obliges without a question. He pushes you gently to the other side of the bed , himself settling beside you , careful not to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.

"What it is that you wanted to tell me ?" San questions, his fingers reaching upto your forehead to remove the strands of hair that cover your eyes.

"Promise me you won't be mad. " You hum into his touch ,wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around his body and snuggle into his chest. But even with alcohol in your system ,you know better than to do that.

"I promise." He replies with a toothy grin. His head leans on the headboard beside yours , his beautiful brown eyes drilling into yours ,making your knees go weak and heart flutter. And if it were possible to replace all blood from your body with physical adoration for Choi San ,you would have done it already. "Pinky promise?" You ask again ,lifting your right pinky up in front of his face.

Sighing , he connects his pinky to yours then pressing your thumbs together, "Pinky promise."

You take a deep breath then as naturally as ever ,the words you've always wanted to say roll out of your mouth , "I like you. "

San's breathing gets stuck in his throat , his whole being as if swallowed into a black hole for a few seconds. He stares at you like you were suddenly someone he'd never seen , never heard of before. Like you were a stranger that caught his eye in the mall. Like a gemstone he'd found while digging the ground. Like a precious falling star on a cloudy night.

"I-I mean we have known each other for sometime now. It's normal that you like me. As a friend." He stammers.

You roll your eyes , " I did not mean as a friend ,you idiot. I meant I like you as a man. You're so stupid, gosh." You punch his arm.

His heart skips a beat. He'd always known deep down his heart that this confession would happen one day or the other - but he had always hoped it would be him to say it first ,not you. His ego is a teeny tiny bit hurt.

"I know you don't like me , " you whine , your excited tone now suddenly switching into a sad one , " I know you won't date me."

San frowns at this new melancholic side of yours.

"Why would you think that?" He asks.

"I just know ,okay?" You say ,tears filling your eyes , " And that's why I agreed to an arranged marriage."

"You must have met someone nice then?" He takes his hand in yours.

Jongho was right - you love him. So much that it hurts to look at him ,knowing that one day you'll have to marry a man who isn't him. It hurts like someone is pressing a hot metal rod onto your skin.

You start sobbing.

"No! Of course not ! I don't want anyone but you! " You yell , a little too loud , " But my parents are still insistent about it. How do I tell them that I can't marry anyone else because I'm so in love with you?"

That's another new piece of information for San. But this one makes his heart drop into the deepest pits of his stomach , making him go numb for a few seconds. You were almost taken away from him, just because he'd always put your relationship in a complicated situation. You had almost held someone else's hand on the alter. You had almost ended up in someone else's arms.

The image of you with another man nauseates him and he decides to stop being a coward . Right now ,right at this moment .

"I like you ,too, you idiot." He says , not quite meeting your teary eyes." Don't go find anyone else. I'm here. I really am ,y/n."

His sincere voice washes over you like the first showers of monsoon - refreshing and enchanting. You feel like melting into a puddle under his gaze.

"I wasn't planning on anyway. " You sniff and rub your tears away. He leans in closer to your face , rubbing your cheekbones with the pad of his thumb. And you , being the shameless person you are , stare at his kissable, pink lips. If you lean in a little more , they'd touch and you could finally kiss him. You really want to . Would he mind ?

He presses a soft kiss on your forehead , pulling you into his warm embrace.

"I want to go to sleep and wake up like this every morning." You mumble into his chest , your hand playing with the hem of his t-shirt. "We will. I promise." he replies. The thought itself makes him feel warm inside , "I'll talk to your parents about the arranged marriage thing. They love me more than they would any other guy out there."

Your parents in fact do love San. Whenever they met him , they'd be filled with praises for him. Although a little jealous , you could easily see why San was so easy to like.

"You smell so nice." You say abruptly , drowsiness slowly taking over you , your eye lids getting heavier by the minute.

San's chest vibrates as his laugh fills the room , "Thank you, y/n."

"Will you be here when I wake up? You aren't going to run off, right? " You are just spewing out random sentences at this point but he doesn't complain either way. He likes this honest and vulnerable side of you.

"I'll be right here. Don't worry. " he whispers ,running his fingers through your hair , "But I'm pretty sure you won't remember anything tomorrow ."

You laugh, a big hearty laugh as you finally find enough courage to lightly wrap your arm around his torso. "I'll remember, San . I never forget."

San rubs your head soothingly , smiling to himself, knowing that even if you forget about it in the morning , he'll really be there to remind you of it. He'll be there by your side, as he always has been.

Every hangover is like a cycle that includes pain , regret and a promise to never drink so much again yet you somehow always seem to be struggling with the last one.

And the inevitable headache that follows makes you feel like someone had thrusted millions of knives in your head.

It hurt. Badly.

You stir in your position ,groaning at your throbbing head.

"Woah , good morning , sleepy head." San purrs into your ears , his early morning voice sending chills down your spine.

Wait. San? Choi San? With you in his arms? On a bed?

You sit up at the speed of a lightning bolt , breaking away from his warm embrace and crawling to the farthest corner of the bed. You look around the room , your heartbeat in your throat , taking in the unfamiliar surroundings that reminded you of what you might have done while in a drunken state.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Your eyes scan San, his sleepy face pressed to the pillow and his lips curved in a smile. His white t-shirt hangs loose from his shoulder, exposing the skin near his collarbone and his black, messy hair covering half of his face.

And even in panic mode , your first thought is that he looks ethereal with that early morning glow. Is this what being whipped really means?

"Y/n, don't tell me you forgot what happened last night. " he says ,visibly annoyed. He forces himself up in a sitting position as he runs his fingers through his messy hair.

You look away from him , adrenaline rushing through your veins as you try to recall last night's episode. Surely ,you didn't sleep with him since both of you are fully clothed and you didn't feel sore anywhere. Thankfully.

"Y/n? " he calls you again but you don't reply because your brain is way too occupied at the moment.

You remember the sound of a very weird combination of words leaving your mouth last night and an even weirder combination of words leaving his. And that's when it hits you - you had confessed to him. Full on movie style. All those years of daydreaming and trying to keep everything a secret gone into vain , your heart placed naked in front of him.

"Oh fucking hell." You hold your head in between your hands ,closing your eyes.

Maybe this was all a dream and if you focused hard enough ,you'd wake up in your bed , alone and yearning for the man supposedly in front of you. But that would still be better than this.

"Y/n, it's alright. You don't have to be embarrassed. " San says, inching closer to you.

You sigh. It's not a dream and you have to face him now.

"I-I'm sorry for whatever I said last night. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable at all. I don't know what had gotten into me." You say, rubbing your forehead.

By now , San is kneeling right in front of you, his galaxy filled eyes never leaving yours.

"I should be sorry , you idiot." He says , gently tapping your forehead ," if I wasn't such a coward and had confessed to you earlier , everything would have been different now. But better late than never , right?"

You gulp hard.

Now is the time to wake up , y/n, I'm going to be super pissed if this turns out to be a dream, you wonder to yourself.

"So..what you're saying is - "

"I like you , yes. Not as a friend , not as a classmate. I like you as a woman and if you agree to this ," San leans in dangerously closer , "Then I'll like you as a girlfriend, too."

You didn't need time to agree to this. You didn't need a second thought. You only need a small tug at your heartstring , which happened everytime you see his eyes focused on you and only you.

"Yes." You say.

His face breaks into a massive grin as he wraps his arms around you , with yours around his torso. You can feel the fast beating of his heart against your cheek as you snuggle into his chest .

"Thank you. Thank you so much." He whispers into your hair. Your cheeks are burning red by now but it's alright. It's a good type of burning. You can come to like it in the near future.

You don't know how long it is before he finally decides to pull away , much to your dismay.

"I'm going to make breakfast . Are pancakes okay with you?" He says , his arms by his side but his body still close to yours.

"Yeah. Obviously. " You loved his pancakes, as a matter of fact. Once, Jongho had even forced you to confess to San during your college years just so he could eat those delicious pancakes whenever he wanted to.

"Okay. You can go freshen up in the bathroom by then." He then unexpectedly takes your face in his hands , inching closer to yours with every passing second, " Don't miss me too much though."

You pout, playing along , " I already do."

And just like that , he presses his soft , luscious lips to yours, enveloping them in a quick kiss.

"Bye." And just like that too , he runs away into the kitchen , avoiding confronting what had just happened while you are left frozen and shocked and petrified and all synonyms of those words in the English dictionary.

But you hear him hum his favourite song softly from the kitchen and your shoulders relax.

Relax , y/n , you tell yourself , it's just San and he is your boyfriend now.

[atiny-exol]

Yandere! Ateez! Reaction to their s/o yells/curse at them after a punishment

Warnings: this contains yandere behavior, tocix relationships, blood, torture, abuse and strong language

~If you don't like that. Don't read it~

Hongjoong

Usually Hongjoong won't punish you with something more hurtful than spanking but today you really pissed him off

You tried to use his kindness against him and to sneak out, and after that you lied to him

There is nothing that would make him more angry

You tried to argue with him but he doesn't care as you struggle against him

After your spanking session, you are a crying mess but you still had the urge to fight against him

So you yelled at him that he is a sick bastard

He would look at you with an emotionless look and this moment you knew you fucked up

Slaps you across the face

Takes your privileges away

All of them

No walking, just crawling

No talking just barking/meowing

No eating from a plate just a bowl

You do nothing without his permission

If you want to behave like an disrespecting pet you are treated like one

Hongjoong always tried to be nice, but if you can't appreciate this he won't be that nice again

,,What did you just say?" Hongjoong asks you with an dangerously calm voice. You gulped hardly as you saw his dark and unreadable look, you knew that you overstepped a line right now, a line you shouldn't have ignored. ,,I.. I.. I'm-" Without letting you end your sentence he slapped you across the face and pushed you down his lap on the ground, causing you to hiss and whine in pain. As you wanted to look up to him he pushed you down with his foot. ,,Don't even think about trying to get out of this mutt. I will teach some real manners now."

Seonghwa

He took you outside to a very fancy restaurant

Because oyu behaved so well the last months

But then you you made one clear mistake and this was talking with he waiter, even if Seonghwa told you not to talk to anyone

As soon as you entered your shared house and the door closed behind you two

Seonghwa unleashed the beast and punished you

Unlike Hongjoong he is very physical and would make you bleed and cry

You broke his number one rule

After the whole torture, you layed on the floor crying and begging him to stop and he would make fun of you

You couldn't doo it anymore and yelled at him that you hate him, that you didn't do something wrong after all

And Seonghwa snarky, sarcastic site would disappear and he would get more angry than he is already

This punishment doesn't last just for this day, he will repeat that till you won't say something like that again

You hurted him and now he hurts you just like you deserve

Slowly the door of the basement opened and you knew excatly who it was, you didn't have to look up anymore and you wouldn't dare to look up, he didn't allowed you to do that yet. You learned some things the last days, never yell at him and when he is angry don't do anything without his permission,it would end more horrible than the punishments before. ,,Look at me." Obediently you looked up to him, facing a smiling Seonghwa, but just as you thought he might be nicer now and your punishment is over, a harsh slap hits your face,befire he speaks coldy to you. ,,Why don't we try something new today."

Yunho

Always tries to be nice to you

He would never hurt you physically

But he would hurt you mentally

He tortures your loved ones infront of you if you misbehave

And one time, it was clearly at the beginning of your relationship excatly this happened

After he was done you looked at him horrified and you shake in fear

The only thing you thought about was that he is a monster

And this is what you yelled at him

Immediately his gaze darks after the word left your mouth and he would lean down to you

Whispering darkly into you ear that he can show you what a monster is capable of

If you say he is a monster because he killed your best friend what will you say when he kills one of your closest family members

You will never make this mistake twice, I mean if you don't want your family to be dead very soon

,,Look at me doll!" he yelled at you as he holds the knife against the neck on your best friend. Terrified and shaking in fear you looked at him and the teary and empty eyes of your friend. ,,You know why I do this right? You know that it's your fault right?" He giggled before he cuts the skin of his victim multiple times. Tears after tears streamed down your face and you begged him to stop, but he didn't listen to you. It is a punishment after all.

San

You argued with San because he was constantly flirting with someone else

He was so cold towards you, not giving attention

And it bothered you, because you are used to be his little princess/prince to be the the only one for him and now the jealousy is eating you alive

San yelled at you for your complaining and locked you inside your room specifically for punishments

It's an isolation room

Everything is dark, no light not even a single tone is heard

Once San stepped in the room you yelled at him, cursed and told him how much you hate him, that you think he is a cheater and doesn't love you anymore and San would snap

He would leave you alone again, just feed you the necessary amount of food and water

He is angry and if you think he is a cheater he will be a cheater

One night he enters the room and looks at your broken figure, telling you that his date was so good and the sex was the best he ever had

He would repeat that action till you beg him to stop, you bed him to have mercy and take you beg

You have to apologize for your bratty behavior

Because that that's excatly what is was

You just wanted his attention and now you have nothing

Of course he would take you back and tell you how much he loves you

Bur he would also tell you that if you say soemthing like that again, he would replace you

It's a lie but you dont have to know this right

,, I.. Hate you!! You are such an asshole Choi San! You are probably cheating on me too!"you yelled at him out of frustration of not getting the attention you are used too, he was cold and ignorant the last days and that bothered you more than you would say out loud. ,,I'm a cheater? Just because you didn't get attention the last days? You are such a brat y/N!"he yelled back with a dark gaze laying on his face, causing you to back off and hide behind your arms, already getting used to being slapped for this, but to your confusion nothing happened. ,,If you think I'm that cruel. I can be that cruel for you brat. Just watch."

Mingi

He would never lay a single finger on you if it isn't necessary

His punishments are not abusive or bloody just very manipulating

The friends of yours dissappear one by one and you don't know why

Some of them stop talking to you and you don't know why

Everyone is ignoring you and you don't know why

The answer is easy it's mingis fault

He is the reason behind all of that and once you find that out you would yell at him of course

Because why would a person with a normal mind do that

What you don't know is that this makes everything worse

Not only everyone would ignore you everyone will hate you from now on

He manipulates everyone and everything

You can't live without him. And this will just stop if you take your hurtful words back

Because Mingi doesn't like to do that either, but he know that this is necessary so you begin to love him

If you don't have anyone besind him there is no other way then loving him

,,M.. Mingi.. Please w.. Whatever you do stop it.. I.. I'm sorry I'm really sorry.."you sobbed out infront of the tall guy, feeling embarrassed because you had to run after him for his forgiveness. ,,You look pathetic while you cry little one you know that?" Gently he forces your head up and looks at you with a soft look. ,,I may forgive you, but if you say soemthing like that again I will make your life a living hell."

Yeosang

His punishments are always cruel and he would easily break you

But at the beginning you would yell at him after punishments

Cursing and yelling how much you hate him and how sick he is

At first he think it's funny and amusing but after some time passed it really annoys him

I mean you love him and you aren't in a sick kdrama where he has to fight for you

You aren't enemies who hate each over so you should fastly stop with that shit

He doesn't want it anymore and if you won't stop by yourself he willpunish you for every time you yell and curse

It doesn't even have tk be against him

He won't hesitate to break bones and to beat you up, to let you alone and to let you starve

He doesn't play games never

He is always serious so don't let him tell you one thing twice

A strong punsh landed at your stomach and you cry out in pain at his rough treatment. With a loud crash you land on the ground and tears formed in your eyes. ,,I told you to shut the fuck up didn't I? I told you to stop cursing and now? I thought you learned your lesson already." With an annoyed expression he rolled his eyes and unbuckled his belt. ,,but it seems like I have to remind you where your place is."

Wooyoung

He is such a tease

He spoils you with affection, you get everything you want

But you have to behave well

And if you don't behave well he punish you

For small things there a sexual punishments and for bigger mistakes he would spank and humiliate you

If you curse at him after a punishment he will use that against you

If you yell something like I hate you! He acts like it hurts him so much that you can't do soemthing else than apologize

But if you yell at him that he is a sick bastard, a crazy stalker or a monster

Believe me you don't want that

He would humiliate you in every possible way

At the end of his training you won't ask why you have to lick his shoes or why he holds you in chastity

You just accept it

Wooyoung is manipulative, he is a sexual teaser, he would punish you sexual for that

No clothes for you anymore and no touches from him for you

He let you watch how he fuck someone else if it's necessary but it isn't his favorite thing

He often just threats you with that

But he would do it if you won't stop the cursing at him

With an unbothered look, Wooyoung watched the movie of his choice while you layed down infront of him, not wearing anything else than the collar he closed around your neck a while ago. From time to time he would look down to, just checking if you moved an inch or looked at soemthing else then the ground. Before the movie ends he looked at you one last time, smiling satisfied at the view infront of him, petting your head gently. ,,See it isn't that hard to be a good pet right?"

Jongho

There was one time he snapped at you for talking with someone else

It was the first and only time he got physically abusive and after he slapped you, you yelled at him

How much you hate him for that and that you would never forgive him that

This was the moment Jongho regrets his action

He hates himself for hurting you, because thats the only thing he never wanted

He wants to protect you, that you trust him and that you just need him

But he failed

Starts to cry and to beg you to forgive him but if you say no

He wouldn't let you go

You can hate him like you want

You can kick him, slap him and call him a monster

You can say that you hate him

But he will never let you go

Because he tries to make everything right again

He tries to be a better boyfriend and to protect you

The first slap on your cheek hits you surprisingly, and both you and Jongho looked at each over with pure shook. You because your soft boyfriend slapped you and him because he couldn't believe that he hurted you. Immediately he backed off and teared formed in his eyes as he stuttered an apology, but you just looked away. ,,.. That.. Was too much Jongho." you whispered under your quiet sobbing before you turned around, warning to leave, but Jonghos firm grip on your wrist stopped you. ,,.. I can't let you go.."

[heavenlysan]

Cruel Love [4]

Mafialeader!San | Detective!Reader | Soulmates | Choi San x female reader | NSFW | Explicit language? |

Words: 2,494

Chapters:

1 | 2 | 3

(Y/N's POV)

Through all my life I've been always treated like garbage but tonight… what a fucking night. What a fucking exhausting ugly night. I was kicked in the ribs and slapped on the face I haven't felt so humiliated in a long time if this whole fake identity is gonna keep me feeling this way I don't know what I'm gonna do and for how long I'll be able to keep it, I admit that it could've been worse but it wasn't and that was thanks to Choi San.

At least the way back home was in complete silence this man Wooyoung didn't say much he just gave me his jacket to cover my legs and after dropping me off at home he just waved goodbye and disappeared.

I decided to take a long bath and a shower after that mess. Being around men and being treated like meat and just like shit in general definitely made me upset. But then there was Choi San, his behaviour confused completely an old man got shot by him and then the same old man apologised to him and then the owner he called him Mister and I swear his hold felt shaky he was scared of him too. But to me he was a completely different man he didn't seem scary he was… a gentleman.

My old phone started ringing I tried to reach for it as it kept ringing and vibrating but when I finally got it whoever was calling hung up. I looked at the screen to see who it was. It was Irene. But I didn't call her back because I didn't feel like talking to people right now the exhaustion was draining me completely and I just wanted to sleep.

I dropped on the bed to try to sleep but the only thing on my head was Choi San. If he is a cold blooded murderer the big head of a Mafia and a most wanted why was he so nice and even charming? And why was he so nice to me.

As I kept moving and rolling on my bed to find a good position to sleep I abruptly got up remembering that I forgot to put on all the artefacts that were given to me to record my first meeting with Choi San. I fucked up big time. If I didn't die at the bar I'm surely going to die when the moment to give all my reports to Irene comes.

"You think somebody is going to love you? You really think that? just look at you you're nothing an animal has more value than you do. You're ugly and you don't behave like a normal human being. If someone ever shows affection to you is only gonna be out of pity." I look around and I'm in a big empty room the lights are pretty dim and across the room there's that man laughing hysterically at me, the room feels extremely cold and I'm shivering and crying, as I try to hug myself to make myself warmer I realise that I'm tied up in chair. Why? "y/n you're still pretty naive if you could only be smart enough people would consider adopting you" he laughs "But you're ugly and stupid and that's why you're still here and you'll always be here" The lights go off but they come back on in seconds but now I'm no longer tied up and the man is now dead in front of me. And then I hear in the distance "RUN"

I wake up abruptly when I hear there's someone knocking on the door. I get up to open the door and before opening I check the clock it's 10am? When did I sleep so much?

I look through the peephole and I fall on my butt. What is he doing here? He knocks harder after the noise I made by falling down and I'm unable to comprehend what's going on why is Choi San at my door?

"I'm coming" I run to hide all the papers and my old phone under the mattress making sure this place doesn't look like a detective is living here. And I try to look a little bit decent before opening the door.

I shyly open the door "Hey"

He looks so well dressed he's wearing all black and his shirt is unbuttoned just enough to expose a little bit of chest.

"Hi" He says with a smile on his face, "I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind, Wooyoung told me where you live, I just wanted to make sure you were alright"

"Oh you didn't have to, everything's alright after he dropped me off I just went to sleep" I say awkwardly and then I remember that we're still on the door "Shit I'm sorry you wanna come in? I can make you some coffee" He smiles again and just enters.

"You have a nice place" he says and I get so embarrassed because all my normal clothes and my fake ones are all scattered around.

"I'm sorry for the mess let's stay in the kitchen please"

I'm doing a terrible job I'm supposed to be a confident and sexy woman but instead I'm being my normal awkward self, he's gonna find out that I'm a detective and he's most likely going to kill me.

"Don't worry about that princess I don't mind, it's making you blush and you look adorable"

I don't even want to answer that "So how do you like your coffee?"

"Black is alright" He sits and stares at me.

I try to analyze him he's staring at me but it's not the way my boss stares at me or they way Dylan does or the way any other man has ever stared at me. His stare feels… Kind and just different and Choi San keeps confusing me. I snap back when I get embarrassed and turn around breaking our staring contest.

"By the way, it's good that you're here your friend gave me a jacket last night you can take it with you" I say still not looking at him.

"That was my jacket, before you got on your car I gave it to him for you, your dress looked like it was making you uncomfortable"

"Oh" I genuinely don't know how to keep the conversation going I turn around to face him and he smiles really big… he has dimples, beautiful ones "Thanks and thanks for everything last night" I give him his coffee and I sit down next to him.

He sips the coffee and looks back at me "You were new right?"

"Yeah it was my first day there"

"No no I mean new as a…" He tries to find a better word than prostitute.

"A prostitute"

"A sex worker"

"It's the same thing but yes I'm new why?" I try to figure out where this is going to.

"It's nothing princess" He smiles and flips back his hair "I just knew it the moment I saw you"

And then I laugh not so much since I don't want to offend him "Then I probably looked lost"

"Not exactly princess you looked fierce like you weren't up to let anyone touch you and if someone even dared to you'd probably jump on them, you have this gaze that amazed me"

I look at him almost confused and lost. Choi San what do you mean with that and why did you have to appear here. I know that he's lying just to make me feel better about myself If I had looked fierce like he said nobody would've touch me but two men did.

"But anyways, another reason I'm here is because last night I paid for your services" He looks at me and I freeze completely he wants to have sex? As in right now? If he tries something what am I gonna do? I realise that I probably look like a fool when he starts laughing.

"What things are you imagining in your head? I'm not here to have sex princess I want to take you out for dinner"

"Dinner?"

"Yes" He puts a single piece of my hair behind my ear.

He is so close I can see every detail of his face he has a mole close to his eye and I must admit Choi San is extremely good looking and I kind of want to punch him in the face for that nobody should be that handsome.

"I'll go" I say and he opens his eyes not believing what I just said I give him a shy smile and he does the same.

He finishes his coffee and gets up to the door "I'll come back tonight to pick you up at 7pm" he gently holds my chin and I thoughtlessly hold my breath. "I'll see you later princess" And then he walks away.

I close the door and I drop on the floor holding my legs astonished not knowing what just happened confused it's not even the word to describe what I'm feeling right now what am I even feeling right now?

My old phone starts ringing and it brings me back to this dimension.

"Hello?"

"Miss y/ln, it's Irene I called you yesterday but there was no answer everything went alright? We don't expect you to meet Choi San right away that would be impossible he's definitely unreachable but we'll get ther…"

"I met him" There's a silence on the phone

"You what? You recorded everything right? That's crucial for this investigation"

Fuck

"No I didn't" I pause and I close my eyes with fear "I forgot to put on the mic"

There's another silence. She's pissed.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, today you're completely free I want an extremely detailed report I told you this is important and you're not in the place to fuck this up"

"I'm actually not free I'm seeing him again tonight"

"That is not possible we've been trying to get slightly close to him for the last 2 years and you got this close in one night? There is no way" She pauses "You had sex with him didn't you? After all you're pretending to be a prostitute I guess you played too well your new role"

Her words are hurtful and I take a moment to absorb what she just said.

"Okay I want the report tomorrow morning" Before I speak she ends the call.

No I did not have sex with him you stupid bitch. "you played too well your new role" that was disrespectful and so unprofessional just because she has a higher position than I do more money than I do and more in general than I do doesn't give her the right to talk to me like this.

I get in the shower and after that I quickly grab something to eat if I'm gonna be busy with Choi San and I have to send my report in the morning I need to start writing now.

Choi San

…

Hours pass and absolutely nothing comes to my mind what should I even write? Choi San is a charming man that respects women? They would laugh at me. I can't write about him shooting a man it would be just like the people that tried to report him we have no evidence without evidence we're back to zero I don't know who's the man that he shot to have him as the victim so that's not really an option besides that man looked frightened he didn't even want to make eye contact with Choi San I'm pretty sure he would deny everything or blame someone else.

There's a knock on the door is that him? No way it's still too early and I look like trash. I see through the peephole and there's a delivery guy. He probably has the wrong address but I open the door anyway.

"Hello package for y/n" Says the delivery man.

What?

"You have the wrong y/n then, I didn't order it"

"No ma'am I got specific instructions to send it exactly here just sign here please" Oh shit I don't have a fake signature, I improvise one and the man gives me a big red box I say thanks and I close the door.

I've watched a lot of movies and I just know that this is from him but this can't be good a mysterious box out of the blue is a big red flag, he totally found out about the real me and he probably sent a snake, a deadly one to kill me. I stare for too long at the box across the room he was too nice to be real it was just a facade.

After over thinking for too long I grow a pair and I slowly open the box there's thin paper covering whatever it's inside but thankfully there's no sign of a snake I remove all the paper. It's a dress and at the bottom of the box there's a card.

Just a little something for tonight you can wear this or whatever you want, I know you'll look beautiful regardless of what you choose

San

Wait… I take a few steps back not believing what I'm seeing. I jump on the bed and I put a pillow on my face and I let out a big and loud scream. First of all what the fuck.

I get up again and I hold the dress pressed against my body in front of a mirror it's a beautiful tight black dress with long sleeves and exposed shoulders. It's so pretty and it isn't too short and that's such a relief it's the perfect length for me.

It's 6pm he'll be here in an hour so I have to hurry up. I put on the dress and must say I don't look bad at all it fits so well it's as if it was designed just for me I check tutorials on the Internet to do my makeup no the one I'd usually wear to work or any other simple day but something more fitting to the occasion. I look at myself in the mirror I feel weird in all this since I don't think I've ever looked like this but I feel confident and happy with myself.

I look up to the clock and I apparently took too much time on my appearance it's almost 7pm and he'll be here any moment now. I run back to the room opening the briefcase and search for the artefacts to actually record my meeting with Choi San this time I grab the mic and the mini camera that look like earrings and I put them on.

I hear a soft knock on the door and I stare at myself one last time on the mirror and I turn on both the mic and the camera before finally opening.

Oh shit

[thepandapig]

A small piece of what ?

A/N: this is my first story.

Summary: When they met their love stand under a bad star. Over a year later they met again and maybe this time everything will workout

Pt 1 /??

Choi San x Reader

He was standing right there. Choi san. He looked just like he did a year ago when you had to leave him. Only his eyes were a little duller, and you could see slight shadows under his eyes. He looked thinner than before and paler too. It makes you sad to see him like that. Again and again you thought about what could have been, if you had not been so selfish and had decided to stay with him. But it would've made you unhappy. You could still remember exactly how it was then. About your quarrel and the evening when you had decided not to let him into your life anymore if he treated you like that.

A year earlier- You and San had been dating for several months. You had met through a meeting. It had been like love at first sight. When he looked at you with his dark eyes, you couldn't resist him and let him invite you on a date. You laughed a lot and shared a lot and also spent several hours showing and telling each other the stupidest things. After a few weeks he asked you if this could be something serious between you two and you agreed. San was a good boy and was always trying to make you feel good. He behaved like a gentelman, brought you flowers, held the door open for you and showed a behaviour that was impeccable. However, there was a problem in your relationship. His idol training. He traveled far too often and rarely visited you. Most of the time he wrote you text messages and sent a photo every now and then. At first you didn't mind because he was in Korea and you could see him once a week or so. But when he sometimes had to leave the country for training, that stopped and an emptiness started to spread inside you. You didn't feel like you were really with San. He started to fall out of  touch with you, he stopped sending photos and didn't react when you wrote something to him. It almost seemed as if he was distancing himself from you and concentrating only on himself. You weren't the jealous type and didn't know why you were, but you didn't want anything more than to have your boyfriend back. When he didn't even tell you that he was back in Korea, you got fed up and tried to talk to him. You remember the conversation because it leads to the argument that would change everything. "San, I'm not saying I don't want you to be an idol. I just wish that we could spend more time together." You stared into his eyes and he returned your angry look. "Well, Y/N, I can't help it. The entertainment wants us to concentrate on being a trainee and that's what I will do. Don't you understand that this is my dream? A dream that I've been working towards for years? I love you and I promise it'll get better!" You just looked at him and said nothing. What else could you say? You were both right. You wanted more time with him, and that was understandable, and he wanted to fulfill the dream he'd been working towards for years. This was also understandable and you did not want to be in his way under any circumstances. San put an arm around you when he saw your face and began to caress your hair. What do you think of that? "I'll get us something to eat and we'll watch a movie together?" You nodded and he went to get something to eat. You finished everything at your place and picked out some movies for San to choose from. Hours went by ... San did not come back and you got angry. You wrote him, but he did not answer you. In the middle of the night, while you were already sleeping, you got a message from him. ------ Don't bother coming back tonight. We have an spontaneous meeting. Sorry. I love you, San... When you read the news the next day, you couldn't believe it. Your conversation had been fruitless. You talked about it for hours and he did this? You knew you had to draw a line in the sand and pack your bags. Actually, you wanted to tell San that you got a job in the States and that you could go and be a journalist. But if he would act like that and would tell you nothing, you would do the same and not care about what happened to him.At least that was something you tought you would do. ----------------------------------- Well? Now he stands here before you ready to be interviewed together with his group.

[hauntedbubblewriter]

Lost in Hope Chapter 4

Summary: San fell in love but can't help the petals on the floor

Pairing: Choi San x Original Female Character

Words: 4,943

Genre: Angst

Chapter: 4/4

Previous Chapter: Chapter 1

When he was back home, he remembered to take a look at his phone again. He saw the notification next to the familiar picture of the sunset. "Morning, fine I think. How about you?" He almost forgot that he had texted her in the morning after all that had happened, but it really felt like healing to see her reply, even if he felt stupid about it. "I’m okay. It was a rough night though". One thing he had learned from talking to her was that she valued honesty. So he tried his best to be honest with her, and unlike before, it didn‘t take an hour for her to answer, nor did she complain that he answered her so slowly, like many people he know would. After all, Wooyoung was already spamming their group chat now that he saw San was online. "Do you want to talk about it?" It was such a simple question, but it would mean to show so much vulnerability to answer it honestly. He couldn’t shut down the voice in the back of his head telling him to not bother her, but something in him was louder than that. The voice that told him how he now had the chance to tell her everything, to just casually talk to her, to get the same kind of comfort that he got back when she had visited him at the hospital.

So he complied. He told her that he had a nightmare that bothered him a lot. He couldn‘t gather the courage to tell her what exactly it was about, but he didn’t hide the fact that he had one. She didn’t stress on asking what it was about, but instead made him feel like it was normal, that he was okay now, and that he didn’t have to worry. Afterwards, he decided to tell her what was truly bothering him: What had happened to Seonghwa. He never thought it would be possible to talk to someone like this, but she just made him spill all of his bothers with ease, just by simply listening and making sure he knew that she cared. The nightmare suddenly seemed so pathetic again, that he ever even for a second thought she could do something like that when she was such a soft-hearted person. 

"Do you maybe want to meet up tomorrow? We can go get some ice cream and talk a bit more if you want to". San was surprised at her even suggesting that. She must really be trying her best, reaching out to him like that. He knew she usually didn’t do that very often. She was usually the kind of person to be dragged along with others, so her inviting him by herself meant so extremely much to him. And of course, he agreed.

Next morning it was Saturday. San got his usual amount of sleep, and he was quiet disappointed to find himself throwing up petals again that night. Though he was relieved that he didn’t have to sit there for hours, but instead just for a couple of minutes. He was really grateful, and this time, he just tried to fall asleep again excitedly, trying to focus on the fact that he was going to meet her tomorrow, instead of drowning in self-pity.  

He woke up way too early for the time they wanted to meet up at, but he was really nervous. He felt like an idiot as he looked at his clothes. Was he really contemplating what he was supposed to wear for this? Should he go for the cool bad boy look? Or would his cute purple turtleneck be better? But wasn’t it to warm for the latter one? But he did look cute in it. He remembered Wooyoung saying "It’s unfair how huggable this makes you look. Just unfair. Don‘t  wear it anymore", so of course he had to wear it. He put it on and looked at himself in the mirror. The hoodie had gotten quite too big for him over the past year, but he liked how that made him look even smaller. It also did a good job hiding how much weight he had lost. 

He decided to stare at his phone for the remainder of the time, answering some of Wooyoung’s whining compliations, joining Yeosang in making fun of him. After getting done with that, he decided to start walking over to the ice cream shop even though it was way too early, but he was just too eager to finally see her to wait any longer. He proceeded to wait in front of the shop while sitting down on a bench, letting his legs dangle in the air. He looked like a small child waiting eagerly for his mom’s permission to finally unwrap the Christmas presents. He didn‘t have to wait for long, Serin showed up quite early as well. He beamed up as soon as he spotted her, waving at her in excitement. He looked really cute as he jumped up to greet her. She couldn’t help but smile looking at him and how he excited he was. He looked like a happy puppy that was finally seeing its owner again, and it was truly unfair. After greeting each other, they talked about their favorite ice cream flavors before placing their orders. Serin said she usually took cookies as well as the blue-colored ice cream with its infinite number of names. She confessed how she didn’t really know what was inside of it, but that it just tasted great, and San found her way of explaining it incredibly adorable. He told her how his favorite was mint chocolate, and he thought people treated it extremely unfairly because it’s great. They got their ice cream and just chatted for a while, spending some nice time together. They decided to sit down close to the river and to just enjoy the nice weather. San especially enjoyed her company. He tried his best to not be obviously staring at her, but, from an outsider‘s perspective, he was definitely obviously staring at her. How she had not found out that he had a crush on her was truly a miracle. He was really too obvious, but not even once did she change her way of treating him, as if she thought this was how he naturally behaved. 

At some point, the day had to come to an end. Not even once had they talked about anything that could be considered negative. She didn’t ask him about the petals or urged him to remove them, and he could only be thankful for that. He was just so happy about how the day went. He couldn’t even find the words to describe the feeling he went to sleep with that day.

Soon it was Monday, and he had to go back to school. Surprisingly, everything felt quite normal. Some people asked him if he was feeling better, some told him about how worried they were, and it all just kind of felt weird to him. As if these words weren’t even meant to be for him. 

The week went by as if it were nothing, but seeing Serin during break time felt completely different now. She had brought him pudding everytime they met up, so that they would be able to eat together. Their chats felt very casual now, and he couldn’t help but just feel happy when he got home. His happy reality unfortunately never lasted for long, as he would soon be thrown out of it because of the petals falling from his mouth in the middle of the night, but it was so worth it to him. He had been able to see her smile and even laugh daily now, and she was just so goddamn adorable that he couldn’t believe he was allowed to see it all. On Friday, she invited him to go eat ice cream together again, and he still couldn’t believe his luck, feeling like suddenly everything had changed. He could have never imagined this happening, but he also couldn’t be more grateful for it.

"How are you feeling?" has become the most meaningful question. They were sitting next to the river again, the empty ice cream cups long forgotten and in the trash. He stayed honest, saying he felt tired most of the time, but it go so much better compared to before and he just felt happy. Serin could sense the sincerity in his voice, and she just couldn’t understand how someone could be so happy even when suffering so badly. "You really don’t make any sense", she said with a smile on her lips, but her confusion was apparent and didn’t seem like it would be clearing up in the near future. "Well, don’t you know the happiness that comes with loving someone?" It might sound like just a casual question, but to him, it felt like the safest way to find out about how she was feeling. Of course he knew that she wasn’t in love with him in particular, but he had always been wondering if she could maybe be in love with someone else. It was a scary question to ask, but he thought it would be the best way to find out more. 

She, on the other hand, didn’t really know how to answer that. It had always been a weird topic to her. Sure, she was not some alien that had never heard of that feeling, but she was unsure. "I think it seems like something desirable, but I just really can‘t imagine myself in such a situation. Like, why would someone ever like me that way? It’s probably just not my kind of world". He found it both funny and sad to hear those words from her. "You really are oblivious", he chuckled a tiny bit. It wasn’t a full-on chuckle, it left a slightly off feeling behind. Serin just looked at him, a little bit taken aback. "There is so much to love about you". He didn’t even think about how that would sound. "Just look at you. You are here, spending time with me even though you don’t like me, trying your best to take care of me. It’s just... How can’t you see how beautiful you are?" It’s as if he was lost in his disbelief. Not even once did he think about the possible consequences of his words, he just needed to make sure she knew how amazing she was, and that she had no reason whatsoever to worry about these kinds of feelings. "Even just your actions. How you always talk to people like you really care about them, the way you get shy so easily, or how you judge me for my stupid jokes. I could give you an entire list of reasons why someone would love you". Now they were just sitting there staring at each other, way too close for Serin‘s usual comfort, but she couldn‘t even pay proper attention to that currently. All these words sounded so unreal coming from his mouth. It didn‘t make any sense to her that he would think this way. She wouldn’t be surprised if he were to just start laughing at her surprised reaction now, saying how it was just a prank. It would be the more realistic alternative compared to believing that any of this was real. It was weird, and she couldn’t help but think about what that would mean for the future. Not even once had she thought of this being the case. "Who is your crush?" She wanted to turn back time to take that question back the second she had asked it. It would have been way too unrealistic for someone like San to like her that way. It was way too unrealistic that someone would fall in love with a person so incapable of love, so incapable of grasping the concept of it all. She felt stupid for even having that thought cross her mind, and then she made the mistake of looking into his eyes. That bittersweet sadness that looked back at her, combined with such longing. The longing which she had always avoided, because she just didn’t want to think about it. It seemed like even just the look in his eyes spoke enough words to fill an entire book, and she had just been too scared to properly start reading. She had ignored what all of it meant. What it meant to be the person who had been hurting him so much. What her help truly meant to him, how she was probably hurting him this whole time just thinking about it, but in her mind, it was the most unrealistic thing in the entire world. Even now it all felt like a big elaborate joke to her. "I think it’s too obvious now, isn’t it?", and that sheepish smile of his, the way he averted his eyes now, it just triggered all of her alarm signals. It couldn‘t be real. Don’t be stupid. Her eyes were fixated on his face like never before, too caught up in how unreal this situation actually was. "Well, it’s kind of weird to actually say, but... And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or scare you away or anything, I mean, it‘s obvious... God, I just like you. I’m sorry. I know I should have told you earlier, especially because you’ve just been so incredibly nice to me, but I’ve just been so happy this week. I haven’t been this happy in so long and it was just so selfish of me. I’m sorry". He started rambling as soon as he he had said it. He was so scared that she would just run away. He was so scared that she would just insult him and call him disgusting because she would be shocked that he would have used her like that all this time. He suddenly felt so acutely aware of what he has been doing this whole time, and he just felt guilty. She, on the other hand, just couldn’t believe any if this. She saw how he started to panic and she didn’t know what to do. She just followed her first instinct when she grabbed his hand, hoping it would interrupt whatever train of thought he was on, hoping it would make him focus on her. "Why are you apologizing? You’re an idiot, but there‘s nothing you have to apologize for. But, just... Why are you hurting yourself like that for me? Why, out of all people, for me? I don’t want you to be in pain, but... I don’t think I can feel the same way. I’m sorry. You don’t have to be sorry, but I definitely should be. How long have you been suffering like this? Please... Just do the surgery. I don’t want you to be in pain". 

Those were the words he had never wanted to hear. He didn’t want to. How often had he told himself that she was worth it? How often had he told himself that he would do it if she told her to? He couldn’t hold back the sob coming from his mouth, and it broke Serin on the inside to see him cry like this because of her, realizing that she was the reason for all of these tears. She didn’t know what to do other than to just hug him, holding his head carefully. "I’m so sorry". She felt him whimper in her arms, and she just felt so sorry towards him, wishing that none of this would have ever happened. This was never supposed to be, it was not supposed to happen. He was supposed to be happy. All she could do was to apologize over and over again, and San could only keep crying. He didn’t want to let go of her anymore, not after how far he had gotten. It hurt so much to see her care like this. It hurt so much that she didn’t want this. He wished she would just yell at him instead of being so caring, it would hurt a lot less.

Anything would be better than this, but his crying calmed down at some point, and now he could only hold onto her shirt all tired and drained, just so scared at the thought of her leaving. God, he was so scared that she would just leave. Why couldn‘t he just suffocate right now? It was going to happen eventually anyway, so he just wanted to suffocate right here in her arms and have it all be over. He couldn‘t remove these feelings, no matter how aware he was of how it would be the right thing to do. He couldn‘t do it.

"Do you really want me to remove it?" He looked up at her when he asked that question, and seeing his face was heartbreaking. His tears had washed away his make-up, revealing the dark circles under his eyes, and it had all been her fault. She could only wipe away his tears, shaking a little while doing so, but seeing him snuggle up against her hand at the touch, she could only feel her heart breaking all over again. "Yes, San. You don’t deserve to suffer like this. Please, listen to me". He couldn’t look into her eyes anymore, overwhelmed with the longing to be back in her embrace once more. He just wanted to be in her arms again, he didn’t want this to be real. "Could I ask you for a favor? It’s really stupid, and you don’t have to agree if you don’t want to. I just need to know how it feels. I mean... You can hit me or something if it’s too weird for you, I wouldn’t blame you, but just... Before I remove it, I’ve just always wondered... You know, how it would feel to kiss you. I’m sorry, I understand if you don‘t want to. I can leave right away if this made you too uncomfortable". He really sounded like a broken child, and usually Serin would have hit him without a second thought. She would probably be long gone, but how could she be so cruel right now, looking at how broken he was? "I don’t think you would want that. It won’t feel good if I don’t feel the same way, and it would just make it harder for you to remove it". San just shook his head, looking up at her with tearful eyes. "It‘s okay if it ends up feeling bad, all of it is okay. I promise I’ll remove it afterwards, it will be easier if it feels bad. I’m sorry, I know I’m such an asshole. I shouldn’t be asking you to do something like that". She could only pity him, now remembering all of his stupid attempts of getting closer to her, and it just hurt to think he did all of that just because he wanted her to love him, too. Why did he have to have such bad taste? Why would he do this to himself? "I guess, you’ve suffered so much... I’ll be fine, but you need to promise me you will do go to the doctor right afterwards. Let’s just get this over with and then we’ll go to the doctor together, alright?" She hated it. She really did. She didn’t even quite grasp the concept of kissing, there was nothing desirable about it to her whatsoever, yet it just seemed so unfair to make him suffer like that even more instead of doing this stupid favor for him. "Are you serious?" He looked at her in absolute disbelief, but she just tried her best to look unaffected. She nodded. "Just do it". She was really awkward to say the least, she just didn’t know what to do. She swallowed as he began to softly hold her chin, and it all just felt so wrong. It felt so wrong for her to be in this situation, but it was the only thing she could do for him. So she closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves, but she couldn’t help but feel her heart race like it was about to lose a marathon. And then she felt his lips. She didn’t know what to do. His lips were chapped and dry, yet they were moving so gently and softly. It was almost scary how delicately he was treating her, and she could only hope that he would finally find someone worthy of his love after all of this was over. 

It didn’t feel bad. She was so wrong. It was the best feeling he had ever experienced. He could just cry on about how beautiful that feeling was. She didn’t have those magically soft lips but they weren’t really chapped either, they were just sweet. That’s the only way he was able to explain it. Her lips just felt so sweet. It felt like just that simple kiss had a cleansing feeling for him. As if everything bad in him was just disappearing. For a couple of seconds he felt like he was a character in a Disney movie, where the credits would start rolling now, ending with the happy end everyone wanted, but he knew that wouldn’t happen. He knew he would have to pull away now and realize that this was the first and last time he would ever get to experience this. It was so hard for him to pull away. He had been longing for this moment for so long. He could just stare at her for a couple of seconds after pulling away, just taking in her beauty before she opened her eyes again. There was still this look of pity in her eyes, making him look away immediately. "Are you ready now?", and the time has come. The moment was gone, and now he could only try to remember it forever. He only nodded, looking onto the floor sadly. 

The doctor was very happy to see him again. "I’m glad you came again, have you made your decision?" It was as if his voice was suddenly gone. He could only nod again and again, as if it were the only way for him to communicate. Serin had of course accompanied him, just like she said she would. He had called his parents over to sign the agreement, consenting that the surgery would be allowed to happen now, and he was devastated. He just felt empty. It was still there, and he wanted to keep holding onto it, knowing it would be gone very soon. He just couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want it, but he had promised it to Serin, and he wouldn’t ever break any promise of theirs. So the doctor did all the necessary examinations and prepared him for the anaesthesia. They would keep him in for the night to measure his blood pressure, with the results being ready the next day, and then that toxic flower would be removed. Serin had followed him into the room he was taken in, but their familiar chats were gone. They were just quiet. "Do you want me to leave?" She felt so bad, as if she kept bothering him. She just felt weird after everything that had happened. She didn’t want to make it even worse, but San asked her to stay. Of course he would, he looked like he was about to lose his everything, and even though she had wanted this to happen, she couldn’t bear to see him like this. "Would you hold my hand?" She agreed, that was really not a problem right now. So she held ontohis hand, unable to look away from the sad sight right in front of her. It didn’t take very long for him to fall asleep. Serin only let go of his hand when she was told that the visiting times were over and that she had to go now. She knew she wouldn’t get another chance to see him again before the surgery. It was probably for the better, but she just couldn’t help but feel devastated. 

She felt so bad about everything that she didn’t realize she had healed him.

"Choi San, I have great news for you". San, who was busy staring at the sky while stupidly thinking about Serin and that kiss, turned around. "Is it already ready?" He was too busy looking at the floor to notice the doctor‘s bright smile. "It won’t be needed". Hearing those words made him turn his head. "What?" This was not the time for a joke. Sure, his doctor was a chill guy, but it that was really tasteless to joke around right now. He didn’t need to suffer even more from false hopes. "The results of your blood tests are out, and the flower is actually dying". San looked like normal people look in math class. "That means it won’t grow any further. It will take a couple of weeks for it to wither, and then it will be go away by itself. I’m going to prescribe you some medication to support your body in the process of removing the flower, but the surgery itself won’t be necessary anymore". San studied his doctor‘s happy expression, carefully looking for signs of a lie on it. "How could that happen?" The doctor couldn’t help but think that San looked so adorable when he was so lost. Maybe it was just him being happy to be able to tell this young boy that his suffering was worth it in the end. "There are only two ways for the flower to die naturally: Either the patient moves on from their love by thenselves, or their love is not unrequited anymore". And okce again, San looked just like a pre-schooler having memorized the alohabet for the first time as he slowly realised what the doctor’s words meant. He knew for a fact that he hadn’t moved on from her. "So, can I leave?" The doctor just told him to notify the nurses of his exit, and then he would be good to go. He texted Serin right away. "Meet me at the ice cream shop". He was so excited. He ran to the shop as if his life depended on it. Serin got the message, but she was beyond confused. "I’m on my way, but why are you of out of the hospital already?" She had expected him to sleep for the remainder of the day so that his body could calm down. She thought he may have chickened out, so she would have to try to get him to go back to the hospital. 

When she arrived, San was already there, her favourite ice cream in hand and ready to go. He gave her the ice cream in excitement and she instinctively took it, not expecting him to suddenly take her hand and to literally run to their river. "San, what are you doing?!" He just ignored her confusion until they finally sat down in front of each other. "San, please tell me what’s going on?", she whined, but don’t tell her it‘s whining, because she definitely wouldn‘t like that. "I love you". He said it with such happiness in his voice, and she was just confused. "I know, that’s exactly why you should be in the hospital right now". She said that with a lot of cofidence, but all San did in response was to giggle like a child. "But why should I be there when I could just watch you blush instead?" She had never seen San this happy before, why was he being so flirty suddenly? What the hell had the doctors given him? She felt her cheeks warming up to an unusual temperature, but she know she doesn’t blush, so she just felt panic and confusion building up in her. "Shut up, I’m not blushing. What has gotten into you?" She was very much overwhelmed, trying to figure out where his sudden confidence was coming from. So he just handed her the document that the doctor had given him. She took it, reading it in confusion. They were just blood results and statistics of chemicals, she didn’t know what they were supposed to mean. "San, please state clearly what’s going on, I don’t get doctor-ish".  It was as if that was exactly what he had wanted to hear her say, leaning forward towards her, way too close for comfort. "That doctor-ish translates to the results of my blood tests. They explain the condition the flower is in, and it is dying. I won’t need the surgery anymore, and I can guarantee you that I’m still very much in love with you". It didn’t take her as long to understand as it took him at first. "Huh?" She could only look at him dumbfoundedly. She knew what he was saying, but she still couldn‘t comprehend. "It means that my love is not unrequited anymore". He said that with the brightest smile on his face, but she just didn’t know what to say. "But it‘s okay, you don’t need to confess just yet. I mean, it also took me about a year to do so", he said teasingly, and only then did she jolt back into reality. "I’m- Hey, what? Shut up, what are you suddenly so cocky for?" She just pushed him lightly, not able to really do anything big at the moment, she just didn’t know what to do with this situation. He just hugged her afterwards, effectively shutting her up.

"I’m so happy to be allowed to love you".

[ao3feed-ateez]

by angelseoul

Hongjoong is back in Korea after having studied abroad for 4 years. Mingi can't seem to be able to behave normally around him anymore.

Yeosang is so pretty everyone is coming on to him whenever he and Jongho are out together, but why does he keep telling everyone Jongho is his boyfriend?

Two main couples, lots of confusion and FEELS.

Words: 4333, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jung Wooyoung, Choi San, Jeong Yunho, Park Seonghwa

Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Song Mingi, Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang

Additional Tags: side woosan, but it's very tiny, mostly gay romance, there is some explicit stuff but its not going to be in all the chapters, this is all about the feels, Aromantic Character, Gay ATEEZ Ensemble, everyone is gay because that is how we roll