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mybelovedwoo · 1 year

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i'm glad i have you with me

bff!san x f!reader

fluff, comfort, childhood best friends to lovers (slow burn) / wc:1.3k

warnings: cheating, crying, swear words, cuddling

note: so tell me how you liked this one. i am a bit nervous because this is my first non-wooyoung fic, but i really enjoyed writing it. please stay tuned in the future for other members' fics too. if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

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Sitting on a couch at a house party all alone with people you don't know, there's literally any other place you would rather be. Originally you came with you're boyfriend Seungjun, but you haven't seen him in hours. You weren't much of a party person, but this time you accompanied him, because he begged you for days for it, but now you are starting to regret it honestly.

You take out your phone from your back pocket, but before you open it, you look around once more to see if your boyfriend pops up somewhere, you are out of luck, so after you unlocked it, the first thing you open is your messages. Your fingers linger over Seungjun's name, but it says he's been unavailable for hours, no shit Sherlock, you think. Instead, you scroll down a bit and open the messages for your best friend, San.

You know well that he probably not gonna answer, because it's Saturday night, and he is most definitely out with his friends too. You don't care, you try it anyway, he is your best chance to rescue you out of this hell. "Hey, San." is the first you send, you're not sure what to write him, you don't want to bother him. "What are you doing?" you wait a few minutes, but he's not responding, his phone is probably on mute. "I'm kinda bored, I don't know where Seungjun went. I need your rescue ㅠㅠ." Nothing, no response. You feel really annoyed at this point, but not because San, poor boy did nothing wrong, it is just a bad moment. "You know what I'm gonna look for Seungjun. Don't worry and have fun." You lock your phone and put it back in your back pocket.

You look around the kitchen, then in the yard, but you don't see him anywhere. You are getting kinda worried that maybe he left you there. At last, you walk up the stairs, the hallway is full of kissing couples, who must have only met tonight. The moment you enter one of the rooms, you regret everything you did until now. Your boyfriend was there with another girl you had never seen before, doing things you never expected him to do with anyone except for you.

You didn't know what to do in the big shock, but you didn't speak up, maybe they didn't even notice you or just didn't care. But you turned around and hurried down the stairs, unable to control your tears. You just needed some fresh air, you had to get out of this place immediately. You crashed out of the entrance of the house and fell down to the stairs. Sitting there you didn't even think, you were already calling San. This is urgent now.

Your phone didn't even ring for two seconds when they already answered it. "Hey Y/N, is everything okay? I'm sorry my phone was on mute I haven't seen your texts. Have you found Seungjun? Wait, are you crying?" You couldn't even speak, though you wanted to tell him everything. "Y/N please say something! What happened? Are you hurt?" You took three big breaths to calm yourself down enough to talk a few words. "He cheated on me. Could you come to pick me up?" You didn't have to say more. "I've already sat in the car the minute I saw your messages, don't worry. I'll be there soon."

He wasn't lying, he got there in record time. You watched as he pulled up with his car to the driveway of the house. When he gets out of the car, is only when you get up from the stairs you've been sitting on. San rushed towards you at a high speed, so you didn't have time to move even an inch in his way.

"Where is that dickhead?" He asked with blunt words when he got to you. He seemed really angry, maybe even angrier than you, you had never in your life seen him like this before. You shrugged, implying that you don't know and don't care either. But that was not enough for him. "Is he still inside there?" You started to get a little worried.

"I think so. But please don't make a scene, let's just go home." You pulled him through his forearm when he already started walking to the entrance. "Wait for me in the car, okay? I'll be quick, I'm not gonna do anything he doesn't deserve, I swear." He said to you, while he stroked your face with his right hand. You hesitated, but who are you to tell him what to do, so you went up to his car and sat on the passenger side for like five minutes.

At this point you didn't care much about waiting a little longer, that's what you did all night long. San slammed the door behind himself, and somehow he looked even angrier than before. He got in the car next to you and when he looked at you his expression softened. "What did you do?" You asked him with a sobby voice. "I just showed him where he belonged. Let's just say he went swimming." You look down at his hands and you see it's all bruised up.

He started the engine. "San, I don't wanna go home. What if he comes there?" You didn't know what to do, since he had a key to your apartment. You couldn't bare to see his face once more.

"We're going to my place." He didn't even hesitate. You slept at his place many times now, but not since you started dating Seungjun. San was worried when you found out you are going to different colleges, he was afraid that you wouldn't spend as much time together as you used to. But you thought that was nonsense since you have been best friends since you were very little, you grew up together.

He never liked Seungjun, he always said he didn't deserve you. But he was your first boyfriend, and you were blinded with love, at least that's what you thought. Looking back, you also know that he didn't treat you well, but you don't know that when you're in it.

Entering San's apartment, all you could think about was that you needed to get some sleep asap. Weariness hit you the moment you got hit by the heat of the comfortable room. You didn't want to bother San with your presence, you don't know what plans he had.

You've been quite comfortable in here, so you decided to lie down on the couch in the living room. "What are you doing?" Asked San, entering the room with a glass of water in his hand.

"Sleeping. I'm really tired." You mumbled, not able to speak properly.

"You can't sleep here. Go to my room, there is my bed. I'll sleep on the couch." You sat up at his statement. "No, you can't. This is your place." There's no way you letting him sleep out here in the cold living room when he has his own warm bed just a room away. "Let's sleep both in the bed. I think it's big enough for the both of us." You said. It's not like this is the first time you sleep in the same bed, you always fell asleep next to each other when you were little.

"Are you sure?" He hesitated. "We are not so small anymore." The joke made you both laugh, it made his heart clench to see you happy again.

After you took a warm shower, he gave you a big shirt of his and a jogger pant that was definitely too big for you. You got under the cover, San was already there, lying down. He turned off the lamp on the bedside table, which illuminated the whole room until now.

As soon as it got dark your eyes started watering again, you remember everything that happened today. All of a sudden, you feel a pair of hands slip on your waist. San hugged you tightly from behind. "I got you." He whispered in your ears. He didn't let go of you all night long, you woke up in the same position the next morning.

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i-luvsang · 1 year

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〜％［ boyfriend headcanon — choi san

gn!reader , fluff , cw : none, you might fall in love tho , wc : 0.35K

✧ to bf!san nothing is better than cuddles

✧ he just wants to love on you; he wants hugs, your hand clasped in his, kisses anywhere and everywhere

✧ you are the sparkle in his eyes and the reason his dimples seem like a permanent fixture in his expression

✧ simply put, this man is lovestruck

✧ but it’s not simple to have him fall so hard; to him, the ability to be vulnerable and transparent with each other is so so so important, he really wants to be able to look to you for comfort and to be able to provide that for you the very best he can

✧ san does love romantic gestures, he wants to fulfill a fairly traditional boyfriend role in that he love to make you blush with flirting or flowers

✧ and he’d definitely love that energy to be reciprocated however it may manifest for you as an individual (though he definitely swoons if you buy him flowers or a different sweet gift like that)

✧ he loves to have certain things or tokens that remind him of you and your relationship that are almost like an inside joke but full of tender love and soft memories

✧ he’ll marry you on the spot if you give him plushies those are literally the perfect gift to him and those are definitely the types of tokens that he looks to as memories of your relationship

✧ i think he looks for simplicity; love in the things like a competitive gaming session regardless of your skill or a homecooked meal that maybe didn’t go as well as planned

✧ he wants kisses in the spring air and to hold your hands in his sweatshirt pocket if you’re getting chilly before the onset of rain

✧ san looks for freedom along with stability in his relationships

✧ there’s a chance he sometimes feels insecure in your relationship but it’s definitely something that fades with time and reassurance

✧ overall he wants to put his all into and to feel like you want to put your all into him <33

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ateezlovely · 1 year

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Please Kiss Me

pairing: choi san x reader (genderneutral)

genre: fluff + first kisses

description: although shy and inexperienced, you were determined that this was the night that you were going to ask san to kiss you (700ish words)

note: so happy sm ppl enjoyed my first writing, hope this one is liked too ^_^

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San had taken you on five dates and officially asked you out three weeks ago, you were so happy but you were nervous. Being very inexperienced with love and only now in your first relationship, both made you scared to partake in any intimacy with San. The furthest you have gotten is holding hands and San kissing your cheek a few times after your dates. You have already noticed how touchy of a person San is, he is almost always touching or cuddling his friends. This makes you feel bad because you can tell he is holding back from doing a lot with you because you never initiate any physical touch first. But now you want to change that.

Saturday nights are San nights, he claimed them saying he needs to spend every Saturday night with you. Most of the time it is spent hanging out at either of your places to watch a movie, play games, or talk. This Saturday night is movie night so you are walking to San’s place nervous because you are going to ask San if he can kiss you.

Knocking on the door it only takes a few seconds before the door opens and San's cute face is smiling at you, ‘’Hi lovely, I missed you’’

‘’San you saw me this morning’’ you giggled walking in and walking to the living room to set down your stuff and the snacks you had brought as a surprise.

''You brought snacks! My favorite ones!'' San gleamed at you smiling so bright it made your heart warm. His eyes and the way his hands almost moved towards you, showing how badly he wanted to touch you. Instead, San unpacks the bag of snacks onto the coffee table and tells you about a few movies he picked for you guys to watch.

Halfway through watching movies you couldn't remember anything of what you have been watching, every time San moved you were so conscious of it. You were so incredibly nervous that your palms were sweating.

San was sitting next to you on the couch but there was some distance between the both of you. This seemed like a good place to start and give you time to work up the courage.

Slowly you moved closer to San until your thigh was lightly pressed against his, so light that San didn't even notice. You keep moving closer until your body is touching San's from your shoulder to your thigh. Now, San notices but he doesn't say anything, he doesn't even move. Neither of you moves until the third movie is over and San takes this as a chance to get up to get another drink.

''Uh-do you want something too?'' San asks, and it almost looks like there is a faint pink color on his cheeks.

''Water please'', when San comes back you were going to ask him to kiss you, it was now or never.

As soon as San sits down next to you, the same closeness before he left, you take a sip of your water and turn to him.

''San..can you,'' the nervousness is building up in your throat, making you stumble on your words, ''um, could you please,''

A hand comes to rest on top of yours and you pause to meet San's eyes. His eyes are so kind and his smile is so soft and sweet. Everything about him was beautiful, his soft imperfect skin, the shape of his nose, and how inviting his lips looked.

''y/n? Baby?''

Realizing that you have just been staring at him, your mouth decides for you and says, ''please kiss me''

San breathes out a small laugh before his hands come to hold your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

''Baby all you had to do was ask'' he teases

''Sannie-'' you start to whine but his lips on yours stop you. The kiss is so soft and his thumbs never stop moving against your cheeks. When San pulls away from you, instinctively you chase after his lips, making San laugh lightly at you again.

Letting go of your face his hands move to rub your upper arms, ''Was that good?''

''Mhm, thank you'' you blushed and leaned away from him so you could lean against the back of the couch, but San moved with you. He took your hand in his and pressed so close to you that your faces were only inches apart.

''I won't be able to keep my lips and hands off you now'' he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

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cosmicdumpling · 9 months

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monster » choi san

SYNOPSIS: You’re the devil-may-care daughter of a rich conglomerate, and that’s why you need Choi San, a top-notch bodyguard, for protection. The problem is, you want and need him in more ways than one, and while he remains professional albeit not naive to your advances, his patience is starting to wear unbearably thin.

PAIRING: san x fem!reader (no pronouns used)

GENRE/S: suggestive with a hint of angst

THEME/S: bodyguard!san, reader is a brat (you get the dynamic haha)

⚠️ WARNING/S: profanities, so much sexual tension, anxiety, smoking, mentions of blood, violence, brawling

WORD COUNT: 2k

➺ MAIN MASTERLIST

Brat.

San clicks his tongue as he wipes his knuckles free from a mix of dirt and blood, the bathroom door slowly creaking shut behind him. He hears a few muffled clicks and clunks, groaning, and then a poor bottle hitting the door as a result of being thrown out of a sheer tantrum.

With a huff, he turns his head and looks at the door from over his shoulder, the gears in his brain slowly rotating as he contemplates whether to help you out or not. But after a few moments of hesitance, he chooses the latter.

He finishes wiping the remaining grime off of his hand, then chucks the wipes into a nearby bin. San’s footsteps echo inside the large yet empty bedroom, his hand fishing the pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his suit as he slides the balcony door open and steps out. He lights the cigarette, inhales an amount of smoke, and then exhales it back out.

He needs it to relax after tonight’s storm-tossed events.

San is the type of bodyguard who will settle things borderline politely as long as he can, maybe merely twisting one’s arm or grabbing somebody by the collar as a last-minute defense mechanism. But tonight, you definitely pushed him to his limits.

You’re allowed to go clubbing, yes, but under San’s supervision.

You’re allowed to drink and get wasted, but still under San’s company and supervision.

You’ve never tried to break free from it, ever, that’s why when you tried to do just that tonight, San went off the deep end. After a few moments of panicking, aggressive searching, and maybe a little bit of threatening, he finally found you getting thrown over the shoulder of a man, maybe to bring home or up the stairs into one of the rooms for him to enjoy.

Sadly enough for the stranger, he didn’t get to take his fourth step up the stairs, and San had him beaten into a pulp.

And surprisingly enough, you were sober enough to actually stop him and tell him to just bring you home.

“Daddy!” Your muffled voice makes San snap out of his trance, and he whips his head to stare at the door past the windblown curtains.

So, you’re about to throw a drunk tantrum all over again, calling for your dad to whine and complain about what San had done once more. Your dad, who will obviously take his side because you’re reckless, and everything that San has done is what your dad had expected of him to do for your safety.

“Daddy!”

San drops the cigarette butt on the ground, steps on it, and throws it into the bin on his way back in. He slides the glass shut, draws the curtains back, and knocks on the bathroom door.

Before he could speak, the door flings open, and he’s surprised to see you still fully clothed, leaning against the wall next to the crack of the door. San jerks his head to the door of your room.

“He’s not home. He went out.”

“I know, silly,” You sigh, removing your other earring before you slam it down onto the surface of the sink. “I was calling for you.”

San’s brow jerks discursively in response.

So, you think it’s playtime.

“You reek of smoke. You know I don’t like the smell of smoke,” Chuckling, you open the door wider and take a step closer to him. Eyeing him up and down, you take notice of the broadness of his shoulders and the buff of his chest, your eager fingers coming up to toy with his tie.

“You’re doing that on purpose to keep me away from you, aren’t you?”

San angles his head away as he swats your hand using the back of his wrist. His gaze is intense as he clenches his jaw while looking at you.

Of all the tests life has given him, maybe this is still the hardest. Patience. You really like to mess with his patience, and that’s because you know his tolerance is a little low.

“What do you need?”

“You,” You say and raise a brow, narrowing your eyes at him as much as he remains stoic. And then silence; he seems unfazed and yet you’re not embarrassed, so you chuckle to yourself and turn your back against him.

“I need you to unzip my dress, I can’t reach it.”

Click.

He takes a step closer, his large hands fiddling with the little zipper that’s barely half an inch of his finger. He unzips it just low enough for you to reach, and before you could say more, he makes eye contact with you through the huge bathroom mirror.

“Is that all?”

You smirk. “Unless you want to do more for me, then yes.”

San clicks his tongue, and he huffs before finally moving out of the door, making sure to slam it shut and make it known to you that he’s pissed after everything.

Perhaps, your homegrown personality and attraction to your bodyguard is a bad combination as well; it takes all of San’s strength to maintain professionalism when you act like a whole bratㅡ for instance, at times like this, when you’re tipsy and even more whimsical and flirty than you already are.

He’d been with you for three whole years, doing the same thing. Standing by your side, making sure nobody gets too close, and ensuring that nobody harms you in any way. And of course, in those three years, you’ve shown him kindness. You’ve shown him goodness even if you try to conceal it with another playful remark right after.

Heck, sometimes he even wonders that if you’re not so closed off and stuck up in your own arse, you would become friends. You always say that. You always tell him you want friends, that you want him to be your friend. And if he’s going to be honest, he wants to be your friend, too. But the problem is, he thinks you don’t mean what you say, only because you say it when you’re drunk and sad and a little playful.

San hopes you’re sober when you say you want to be with him while having this whole different look in your eyes– one he could possibly mistake as the desire to be loved by him.

But you’re always drunk when you do exactly that.

Sure, a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts, but a part of him wishes to hear them from you without alcohol clouding your head. He wants to see you mean it.

But then the other part of him thinks that it’s better off this wayㅡ for you both to be distant and nothing near friends. For one, it’ll be harder for him in his job. And two, you both belong in two different worlds that don’t cross.

You’re meant to be in the center of the room in all your lavish glory. He’s meant to be somewhere in the room ensuring you don’t get robbed of it. That’s it.

San stops pondering for a moment, and the night goes completely still. It’s suddenly so quiet. No grumbling, no stomping, no throwing of things, and no running of the shower.

It’s quiet.

Too quiet.

“y/n?” He turns around and calls. A few seconds pass, and then he hears it. Your troubled screams echo into the still night, and San pugnaciously pushes the bathroom door open.

The door goes wide ajar, with San frantically looking around for the possible intruder. And just then, the worried look on San’s face is wiped off; replaced with a rather restrained expression when he sets his eyes onto your. . . rather. . . relaxed figure on the tub.

“Woah there,” You chuckle, looking up at him with an amused expression as you toy with the water your body is submerged in. “Easy, big boy. It’s just me,”

An airy snort leaves your nostrils, and you purse your lips in an attempt to hide your smile.

You sit up slightly, pulling on the tub’s drain stopper as the water begins to clear out. San turns away, shoving his hands inside his pockets.

“I needed help because my towel was too far from me. Could you hand it, please?”

Mischief clouds your voice, and with the way you sounded, San could visualize the shit-eating grin on your lips.

Clenching his jaw for the umpteenth time tonight, San forcefully tugs the material off of the golden hook, eyes locking with yours as he hands it to you; persistent enough to not let his eyes wander anywhere else.

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Alarming me when there’s no emergency.”

With this, you chuckle in mischief, the long, dragging, hum enough to tell him it’s nowhere near your agenda nor in your vocabulary.

“I’m just playing around with you because I want to be friends. Father never allows me to socialize with other teens and I have nobody but you. Is that too much to ask?” You say, faking puppy eyes as you grab the towel from his hands, sparing him a fleeting flirty gaze and a quirk of your brow as you wrap the towel around your body.

He rolls his eyes, stepping away to walk back out into the bedroom. You snicker at his signature expression, finding fun in the way he reacts to your flirting, and so you step out of the tub to play even more.

“Why don’t weㅡ”

“Stop testing my patience.” He growls, cutting you off by pushing your hips against the nearby sink when you try to place your hand on his shoulder, taking you by a rather pleasant surprise with his sudden roughness; the tips of his fingers digging into your towel.

“I’ve been holding myself back for a very long time and your mighty daddy won’t like what ungodly things I could do to his little princess if she continues pushing my buttons,” San says through gritted teeth, his lingering gaze piercing through your own orbs.

“Nobody said you should hold yourself back,” You grab his sleeve before he could pull away. San tries to avoid your eyes, so you push yourself up from leaning against the sink to run your fingers, ghosting them against his clothed chest.

“You’re not an imbecile and you know that I want you, San.”

His fingers dig deeper into your towel as you speak, his lashes fluttering prettily against his cheek as he rethinks his actions. Then, he lifts his head, jaw clenching again whilst his gaze flutters from your lips and your eyes.

You cup his jaw and lean in, just as San pulls away.

The sudden action is enough to leave the both of you stunned, and you stare at him as he shuts his eyes close, shaking his head at himself before he moves out of the bathroom and slams the door shut.

The door closes, and so you scramble to compose yourself, shakily opening the door before looking at his retreating figure in desperation. It’s your first time miraculously sobering up completely, and you refuse to believe it’s because you’re passing fancy for your own bodyguard, and you’re about to get rejected.

“You can beat somebody into a pulp but you can’t give somebody a kiss? I didn’t know you were such a coward, San!” You taunt and tease from the doorway, and you try to hide the trembling of your voice by feigning a jesting tone, in an attempt to stop him from walking away and make him come back.

But he doesn’t; not even when you’re wrong.

There’s a reason he’s learned how to protect, to fight, to kill. He isn’t a coward nor a good man— he’s the farthest thing from one.

You’ve already got him going crazy, and now you’re letting him in as he pleases, so he musters the strength to walk away.

He walks away, because the moment he sets a single foot over the line between you two, he knows he’ll never let you go, even if the time comes when you beg him to. He’s going to keep you, love you, indulge you, break you— and it’s an obsession he knows he will never let go of until the day he dies.

Why there's always been a monster in him waiting to be roused, after all.

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hoshalicious · 10 months

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ateez bf headcanons maknae line

a/n : enjoy the maknae line version to the bf!ateez headcanons. read the hyung line version here.

cw : there are food mention in san’s and wooyoung’s. please send an ask if i have missed something! -daisy

san

• i feel like san would be really mischievous as your bf

• he would be the one to steal your food when you aren’t looking

• would also be the one who will say he doesn’t want fries but then would steal yours

• would love to cuddle you whenever he could, in any way he could

• you would find out of so many new cuddling positions with san

• san would be really attentive to your needs and emotions

• he likely would know if something is wrong without you telling him

• may know if something is bothering you before you know it is bothering you

• he would love to hold you while he’s playing games

• he’d be playing on his console and he’d have you sit in his lap while he plays

• your face would be buried in his neck or his face in yours depending on if you want to watch him play or if you want to fall asleep in his arms

• TICKLE FIGHTS !!! this man loves your laugh and will tickle you when you’re least expecting it so you can’t get an advantage

• this man loves you so much and thinks of you very highly

mingi

• dorky boyfriend!!!!!

• this man would love to tell you random facts he knows

• he’s just so smart and it would make him feel so appreciated when you listen to his random facts even if you aren’t too educated on the topic

• would also love to hear random facts about things you’re interested in even if he doesn’t know much about the interest

• this man would love to have dance parties with you at like 3am when you’re both sleep deprived

• would be the one to put things where you can’t find/ reach them so you have to ask for his help to find/ reach stuff

• loves to give you forehead kisses

• would ask you to slow dance to love songs in the living room at random times

• would always make sure he calls you everyday while he’s away on tour because he misses you

• he’d ask you to record him messages so he can listen to them while he’s away when he isn’t able to call you

• you have him wrapped around your finger he would do absolutely anything for you

wooyoung

• such a proud boyfriend

• he is ALWAYS showing you off

• like he wants people to know you’re his

• makes sure he tells everyone

• “look, that’s my baby”

• definitely calls his mom and talks about how much he loves you to her

• he thinks you’re the best thing that has ever happened to him

• is always cooking for you or with you if you’re cooking

• would be the one to back hug you the whole time you’re in the kitchen

• he would love to cook and bake with you as dates

• always giving you kisses

• would wrap around you when y’all are sleeping you’d have to wake him up if you had to get out of bed

• would ask if you REALLY had to get out of bed

• y’all would have karaoke nights and he would always say “you win” and doesn’t take any complaints even when you tell him that he’s literally the professional singer

• he thinks you’re absolutely perfect

jongho

• jongho is such a sweet boyfriend you are SO lucky

• i feel like he’d be really clingy in a relationship

• he’d help you with whatever you needed

• i think he’d love knowing that you needed his help with carrying things and if you needed his help doing even regular things

• he would back hug you A LOT

• he would love for you to come on walks/runs with him

• he’d definitely litter your whole face with kisses

• would probably bite you because he is like a cat and gets cuteness aggression

• would sing you to sleep if you were having trouble falling asleep

• would love to hold you to sleep and would definitely caress you sometimes because he thinks you’re pretty

• would hold your chin when he gives you a kiss

• he would give you a lot of piggyback rides

• communication is very important to him i think he would be the one that would rather talk about the problem right then instead of waiting for a bit

• very soft for you he would be putty in your hands

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hwaightme · 1 year

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Your fan, San (part 1)

(part 2) (your fan ml)

💬 pairing: san x interpreter!reader 💬 genre: romance, fluff, mutual pining 💬 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if san was stanning you 💬 wordcount: 5.3k 💬 warnings/tags: language, simping, hopeless romantic, linguistics, interpreter/translator reader, duo bird terrors, ateez wingman alliance, concerts, public speaking, job stress, slow burn, falling in love hard and fast 💬 taglist: @acciocriativity, @senpai-of-doom, @layzfeelit @jcngh0-hq @black--awsum @honey-lemon-goose @i-luvsang @jackinmyarea💬 a/n: Hello there <3 we all know the standard languages, but how will Choi San, our next Fan in the series, go about learning the language of love? Let's find out! Thank you so much for your love and support, biggest hugs and stay tuned <3<3<3

ATINY were overwhelmingly supportive when San spoke a foreign language.

But he disliked it.

Because it meant that you had to stop.

And San loved nothing more than to see you gaze at him, fully focused, professional, and practically reading his mind as you translated his words at record speed.

Well you did that for every single member of ATEEZ, but that was besides the point. His focus was always on you.

You reminded him of a river. Gentle in your appearance and demeanour. At the same time, you possessed a unique turbulence, you could stand strong and proud, a fire in your eyes - the embodiment of passion as you spoke.

But exclusively if you felt the moment called for it. You were always transforming. Fluid. You were an ever-changing season. An unstoppable current. San wholly believed you had the power to see right through people because of how well you captured their sentiment.

San had always valued communication, and wanted to be on the same page as anyone he talked to. But unfortunately, that meant spending long hours hunched over books and staring at a demonic green owl on his phone.

In the early days of his career, that had been enough, but as the fanbase grew larger and more international, the pressure he had begun to feel when it came to simply talking and delivering a message was unprecedented.

He was not able to joke around, not able to say exactly what he wanted, and more often than not gave up and said something easier. But the passion was still there. Very much alive. So, San kept at it. Trying not to make Duo sad.

Of course, he was well aware that no matter how hard he tried, he and the rest of the members would not be able to become perfectly fluent by the next promotions and world tour, so having an interpreter on board was a must. This was so that they could focus on connecting with the audience on a much deeper level, so they would not be hindered either by vocabulary or by worry (even if they could explain themselves well).

Hence why it had not come as a surprise that the selection process for an interpreter, according to some staff San was friendly with, had been immensely difficult. So much so that apparently, a high percentage had quit before even making it close to the final rounds, and then those in the last selection stage had to risk facing humiliation, the test being interpreting at a live, high stress event.

And then, with only a few days before ATEEZ were meant to depart to Japan, they had received the news that an interpreter had been picked out. Prior to the concerts, you had barely interacted - only a couple of waves here and there. San noticed that you were on the quieter side, an avid reader, and had a habit of making notes on your phone.

He had initially assumed you were always texting someone, but after curiosity got the better of him and he had decided to at least become acquaintances, he was shown the insanity that was literary Japanese, reviews of honorifics and formal speech, colloquial phrases and translation of slang. You had even gone so far as to create your own guide for finding local analogies to different mythological or popular media references.

That was strike one.

Every single concert you were adaptive, and attentive to ATEEZ. You had even begun to check in on them prior to know what emotional landscape they wanted to deliver. You knew the setlist off by heart, had memorised the pauses between songs and when the members were to have live interactions with the audience that would require your participation.

When in your role, your demeanour changed entirely. Your voice was level, pronunciation like that of a native, and well measured out. San swore even he had begun learning Japanese passively simply because it was so easy to understand you.

Then, after the concerts were done, you did not take any compliments, merely smiling them off, instead being proud of everyone around you. You thanked the sound engineers, the technical staff, the security... anyone who you had the chance to thank, you did. It was a given that you congratulated ATEEZ after their performances, commending them for their hard work. When San had attempted to return the praises, he was met with that same bashful grin, and you explaining that you were merely extending their hearts out to the audience.

That was strike two.

And finally, there was the last concert. Sold out, with tens of thousands of ATINY, there to spend this amazing time together with the idols. And then, to deliver a surprise gift in the form of an animated video created by a group of dedicated fans who had painstakingly adapted submissions into the style of an animated film. It was a story of how important ATEEZ were to the fans, how they were heroes, how they deserved infinite amounts of love.

Each of the nation's prefectures had been represented, and at the end there was a 'handover' to the rest of the world, sending appreciation to other ATINY who will be meeting ATEEZ next. The majority of the group was tearing up, and while delivering their speeches, struggled to control their emotions. Each phrase was a cry from the soul, and San was not sure how it was possible to translate something like this.

And yet, you did. In that mellifluous voice, now holding a tinge of melancholy, you patiently collaborated with each member, listening to them pour themselves out, and pouring yourself out eightfold. Those who were able to understand Korean had already been misty-eyed, but as you included the others, the atmosphere changed completely.

It was a total unity. That complete understanding. The communication that San was always seeking. It did not matter how many people there were in a given place. What mattered, was that you were the key to reaching them all. So, on a whim, instead of letting Hongjoong do the honours like he normally would, he overtook the leader in announcing you. In thanking you for your hard work and for being the link between them and ATINY. Please applaud L/N Y/N, master interpreter.

That was strike three.

San was ready to risk it all, became the president of your growing fan club, and hearing your voice stopped being a want. It became a need.

To this day you were confused as to how your life had unfolded. To an extent, it was like you were put on standby and then watched someone who looked just like you go and do cool things with your life.

You had joined KQ Entertainment on a contractual basis to support ATEEZ in the Japan leg of their tour, and technically, were supposed to part ways as soon as it was over. But as luck (or someone else's unfortunate series of events) would have it, due to the incredibly short time between schedules, unexpected illnesses and conflicts, you were offered to join the group in the US as well.

It was an easy decision for you.

Firstly, because you had gotten close enough with the members, since your job was to deliver not only the words, but also their emotional weight.

Secondly, bold of anyone to assume that you had other job offers lying around when most companies had hiring freezes and could not care less for your work experience and skills.

But no one needed to know about that second part.

Instead, you simply agreed, and as such, signed yourself up to way more than you had ever expected.

And what was that exactly? Your own strange version of fame in the form of ATINY calling you the ATEEZ Megaphone, the Voice of Reason, 8 Makes 1 Voice, Miss Worldwide (which officially imprinted the rapper Pitbull into your head), ATEEZmind... among many, many others.

You had become a kind of staple to ATEEZ performances abroad, with fans cheering when you made appearances for the interludes between songs. And the couple of times that you had been asked to be on standby for fan signs, there had been some ATINY who came up to you, as though you were the ninth member of ATEEZ, just to thank you for being there for the fans, for making the connection so much more special, and for working so hard to make ATEEZ global.

Did you cry a bit in your hotel room after that had happened? Yes - what could one say? You were very sentimental, and this kind of softness just did it for you. Also you had made a small plushie, a big-eyed, adorable kitten that an ATINY in the US had given to you, a permanent travel companion.

At the very start of your time at KQ, your insecurities had been running high, and you would spend sleepless nights reviewing just what you had translated, convincing yourself that you could have done a better job, writing ceaselessly on receipts, envelopes, in notebooks and in notes on your phone the myriad of alternatives your could conjure only after the event.

You had never thought that after completing your higher education in linguistics you would end up being a moderately high profile interpreter. At best, you had laid out a peaceful, uneventful life as a translator in some publishing house, spending your days in front of a computer and stacks of dictionaries. You imagined yourself to be a theorist, a silent practitioner of the craft rather than an attention-demanding performer.

That was how you had been throughout your early years. Reading. Writing. Speaking when necessary, afraid of saying the wrong thing. It was a vicious cycle. You dedicated yourself to classics, finding tranquility and reassurance in complexity and archaic passages (a stark contrast to the slang and inside jokes that you were now having to process at high speeds).

It was only in later years of university that you started breaking out of your shell, after you and a couple of your peers had been scouted to aid in an international conference. You had agreed since it would be a glorious add-on to your CV, but did not expect for it to take you as far as it had done.

If you had to use an analogy for how you felt, it would be like a surfer who just kept on living through fluke after fluke. The waves that you were being hit with were more and more menacing, approaching tsunami heights, but you were still standing, amazed that you had not been swept under.

Maybe no one was going to stop you, or talk to you on the street, ever, but the sheer thought was enough to throw you through a loop. You were not there to be a persona, nor a star. You were there because you loved languages, for goodness' sake, and had been selected to use that love in a way that helped those who actually wanted to be and were stars to connect with their fans.

Interestingly, from the beginning of your journey, you had found reassurance and comfort in one of the unlikeliest people. And really, it had been him who had ended up making a lot of things in your life just fall into place.

San.

Aside from Hongjoong, who, being the captain, was constantly interacting with all staff even outside of the immediate circle, San had been the first to take an interest in what you were doing, and why you were loitering around the corridors backstage, eyes glued to your phone.

You had at first assumed that he was going to scold you, having seen a couple of live shows where he was more than displeased about fellow members not paying their full attentions thanks (or no thanks) to the mobile phones in their hands.

But the look of genuine curiosity in his eyes quickly cleared up your concerns, and when he had begun to ask questions... you had gone on a roll. Conclusion: if someone were to ask you about linguistics, they better prepare themselves for a TEDx Talk because you were not going to serve them any less.

Although you had tried to convince yourself all throughout your higher education and work life that you did not need validation, the passionate encouragement that San had given you that day was a big driving force for you to try even harder for the Japan concerts. And even to you, your own biggest critic, the change had been noticeable. And nothing short of exhilarating.

By the last concert in the country, you were excited to step on the side of the stage. You wanted to speak to ATINY, you wanted to share the beautiful words ATEEZ were sending their way, with them. It was your duty and your desire. And it is a commonly known fact that a job that is loved, is a job that turns into fun.

It was that exact concert that had become your 'break'. Right at the end, when everyone was saying their goodbyes, San decided to give you a special mention, to which the lighting team had responded by, quite literally, putting the spotlight on you.

Over thirty thousand people in the arena, and even more online, now knew who the woman behind the voice was. They knew who was, effectively, dubbing their favourite K-Pop group.

The shoutout had been entirely unexpected, sure, and it had made your confidence crumble a little as you struggled to find the right words to both thank San and translate what was happening. It felt like two conflicting signals were entering your brain at the same time.

But at the same time, it made you feel real. It made you feel like you really had been speaking. And that you had been heard. The beauty and the curse about language, was that it was a tool to connect. Even in written form. It's perception and appreciation could only be achieved if there was a person to do it. And in spoken form, seeing the nods, hearing the sighs, any reactions from another, that was the way you knew you had done your job.

So instead of cowering away, like you would have done only a couple of years ago, you stepped into the light, in front of the audience. You thanked them from the bottom of your heart, bowing, and then, turned to do the same to ATEEZ, with perfect grace, and honest appreciation. The photographs of you had rapidly made rounds around the internet, and the hashtag #thankyouYN had climbed up in trending on Twitter for a short while.

It was odd to think that you felt at home in the environment that you had been afraid of, and that people praised you for what you had been insecure about all your life. At the same time, you did not want to be a star, and even when ATINY sent you messages, or cheered for you, you kindly tried to switch the attention back to ATEEZ. You were there because you loved languages, and had been selected to use that love in a way that helped connect the real shining, talented and hard-working stars with the loyal, brilliant and kind fans.

If your short progression from a nervous new hire to a fully-fledged interpreter with a tour under your belt were to be simplified, one could say that San had been a catalyst for your opening up. Thus, he might have been the reason why you had been made a permanent member of staff.

it was only so far that luck could carry you, and without having the skill and dedication to your name, KQ had the power to dismiss you with a click of a finger. There were undoubtedly thousands of talented interpreters out there, who would have dropped everything to go to the US and beyond. But KQ had settled for you. And you wanted to do your best to do everything in your power to make ATEEZ perfectly international.

And just like that, a whirlwind of a world tour had passed, and you, plushie in hand, and heavy luggage rolling behind you, were on your way home to an apartment that probably forgot that it even had an owner (who - shocker - still had to pay rent even when continents away). You were told that you were to have a 'bit of a break' since the group was to firstly rest, and secondly focus on local promotions for the next couple of months.

What did that mean for you? It was time to become a social recluse and freelance some translations. Another side benefit that had come from your increase in popularity was that you had come to get more commissions both through your independent channels, and through company requests.

It was easy enough to plough through the standard documents that publishing houses sent you, the only difficulty being if say, you had been translating from Korean to Japanese for hours on end, and then your next project asked you to translate English to Spanish, you would need a moment to rewire a bit. But at the same time that was the fun bit - keeping up fluency to a top-level professional standard in as many languages as you could.

What was a little less easy, but had grown to be your guilty pleasure, was the private commissions you received. Of course, you had your set of rules, limitations, restrictions - whatever one wanted to call it, but undoubtedly, the individual was more creative than the corporation. You had received requests to translate long paragraphs of breakup texts, fan fiction - though you did have to put an end to that era since you had begun to receive... interesting ATEEZ content, love poems, dark poems, essays... if it was written, you had probably received it at least once.

Since starting this little side adventure, you had been quite selective, as this was still a portfolio of your work, and you needed to keep a good image. So you were no stranger to dismissing orders if they did not sit right with you.

This was exactly what you were doing, early morning upon your return. The sun was streaming into your bedroom as you were sat at your desk, clicking and typing away response after response, deletion after deletion... until one particular request had caught your eye.

It had been sent at an odd time of night, but who were you to judge - you had not even slept yet. The writing felt familiar, friendly, open. The greeting and explanation were all respectful, and they had even commented on some of the work you had previously done.

They were also honest about how they had discovered you - they were a dedicated ATINY, and a big reader, so when they found out who the skilled Korean to Japanese interpreter for ATEEZ was, they really wanted to get to know your work better. And after doing so, felt it only right to request your services.

You were flattered, and after looking through the file they had sent - which turned out to be an excerpt from a very recently published Korean book that had not been translated to any language yet, you agreed to help. With a smile on your face, you sent back an email accepting the order, adding a reminder of expected timescales and fees.

"OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS IT IS HAPPENING IT IS HAPPENING IT IS HAPPENING SHE RESPONDED AND SHE ACCEPTED AAAAAAH"

San yelled at the top of his voice, nearly approaching Wooyoung's witch laugh register. Seonghwa, who had made the mistake of sitting right next to him rapidly covered his ears and winced as the action did not help - the man took him by the shoulder and started shaking him excitedly, while rereading the standard business email from you as though it was a Nobel laureate's magnum opus.

With the hoots of support from the rest of the members, they were sure to have scared off any form of wilderness and other visitors in the vicinity - since they had a few days off, on a whim they decided to get out of the dorms and enjoy nature by going on a camping trip.

Though this action seemed to result only in higher phone use than usual, particularly from San, who had reached his breaking point when it came to you.

It was obvious from the start that he was not indifferent towards you. From the quick glances in your direction, to the efforts that he had made in secret to try and improve both his English and Japanese (to the point of changing language settings on his devices and getting some novels and textbooks in the respective languages), he was always paying attention to what you were doing.

During concerts, when he knew you were out there on the stage, ready and in place before a talking segment, he would perform with even more vigour, sending the cameras his most alluring glances. He knew you would be looking at the screens, and he wanted you to focus on him.

And then there was his new role as president of the interpreter fan club. This was an inside joke floating around the fandom, becoming more popular when during a concert in the US, he had decided to jokingly test you by saying pickup lines he had learned in different languages. Everyone had taken it to be 'classic San being playful', but his intention was to just shamelessly flirt with you.

But he was the one who had ended up being flustered as you translated all that he said without your eyes leaving him a single time, a hint of a smirk on your face. It was almost like you were saying it all right back to him. Only him. He hoped that were the case.

If he were to be any more obvious, Hongjoong personally would make a public service announcement about San being all up in his feelings for you. He had busted through the wall of being just a fan like a monster truck, and was already a few months deep in the infatuation phase.

"Who's the simp now, huh?" Hongjoong could not resist taking a jab at the younger member, out of respect for the nerve cells he had lost.

The only downside was that San was not even denying it, nor fighting against the label. Instead he just kept on showing those near him the fact that he had an email from you, and in the future he would have a translation, done just for him, by you. And what fun was it if the person you were trying to roast had no verbal ammo at the ready?

"At least it's not bath water he is buying..." Seonghwa whispered, still unable to fully recover from the shake-up and massaging his now sore shoulder.

"We couldn't find it, that's next on the list." Wooyoung picked up on the retort. He approached San and patted him on the back, "Isn't that right?"

"Oh fuck off... but for real this is so cool. She is going to be doing what she loves, and doing it for me~" in a sing-song voice, he recounted, again, the battle plan that he and the rest of ATEEZ had conjured.

"See? I told you it would be a good idea." Yunho commented proudly, while climbing out of his tent. Mingi followed suit, though he did not get out fully, instead choosing to sit right at the entrance and applaud himself from there:

"And look at me go with that perfect book choice."

It had been a very spontaneous decision to pick it, but he did not have to market it as such. Since he was the one to actually go into book stores at least sometimes, the members trusted him well enough to go with what he proposed.

"Well executed, lads. Mission successful, we are levelling up." Wooyoung clapped his hands and gave a quick salute, while San was still in his own reality.

A rare silence fell upon the group. But, just as they were about to move on, with some of the members being on 'response-crafting duty', Yeosang, after much pondering, stated:

"Senpai is finally noticing you after like... a year," which finally snapped San out of his enchantment.

"HEY it's only been like... nine months... and a bit... that isn't a year!" he tried to sound convincing, but it just came out as desperate. At least he stopped himself from saying the exact number of weeks and days since he had first met you.

"Yeah, yeah, keep saying that."

"This is exactly why we are doing operation 'Love Language'." to come to the smitten one's defense, Yunho piped in, now having managed to wedge himself between San and Seonghwa, the latter mouthing him a 'thank you' with a pained smile.

"I thought it was because we are sick and tired of his shit?" Jongho asked monotonously, head perched on his hand while he had at the far end of the picnic table ATEEZ had expropriated.

"That too! But-"

"And that if he goes any harder on stage he'll turn into Magic Mike?" Yeosang took Jongho's side in a split second, them exchanging a knowing look of comrades in misery.

"Careful, ATINY might ask for that."

The captain attempted to get the discussion back on at least some kind of track, while being well aware that this group had a special talent in de-railing. And his comment did not help a single bit, instead provoking Wooyoung.

"They already do, ever been online?"

"I have, and it's either cursed conspiracy theories about our lore or thirst edits." Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose, getting flashbacks to an impossibly long Twitter thread that he spent half an hour of his life on, just to confirm that at this point, him and CEO Kim Gyu Uk were alone in big-braining the universe.

"I bet you watch demon line edits Joongie-" Wooyoung winked at him, and sent some finger guns.

"Right this is OFF TOPIC!" the captain attempted to rein the kids in, albeit half-heartedly.

"There's a topic?" Yeosang leaned over to Jongho and asked him, not expecting a response, since it was obviously 'no'.

"Yeah, and it is that Y/N and San are going to be in closer contact now." Wooyoung addressed the group, stretching his hands out, every bit a narrator on stage.

"But isn't it more like: Y/N being in contact with San who is parading as an ATINY with an interesting taste in books?" Mingi raised an eyebrow and questioned.

"Tom-ay-to tom-ah-to, whatever. At least they're going to be talking more personally."

"And not in front of my fuckin' salad," the maknae asserted, "I am seriously surprised she has not caught on that you are trying to pull moves all this time."

"Maybe... just maybe... I have a sneaking suspicion... that it could be the million-person audience that does it. Really sets a romantic, and intimate mood." Seonghwa added, words dripping with irony.

"Well, you guys, there isn't much that I can really do about that, can I? This is what our jobs and lifestyles are."

With an exasperated sigh, San shut off his phone and slumped down on the bench, just nearly missing Yunho. He cupped his head in his hands, and gazed off, wistfully, into the distance. As of late, when he was not practicing or performing, he would be be daydreaming, just like this.

"Maybe you could just forget that and... ask her out?" Hongjoong verbally knocked San back into the ring,

"SAYS WHO? My man, do you want me to remind you of a couple of things?"

"Yeah, please do, and I will remind you of your shamelessness and the death wish you apparently still have."

"Gents, gents! We still have a 'thank you' email to write, we need at least one brain cell for that."

Yunho's call for action ended up being the most effective of all, as the group gathered around San, and commenced shouting over one another in an attempt to write a single coherent line acknowledging that the information has been received, and that they will be paying half the fee shortly.

Why had the call been effective? Because San managed to do the impossible. He managed to drive his fellow members up the wall with his pining to the point where they could not take it anymore, and made it their mission to save San.

It was Y/N this, Y/N that. All. The. Time.

"Y/N taught me some English slang the other day, do you want to hear?"

"Did you know that Y/N co-translated this bestseller?"

"Have you heard her speaking in French? I am out here only knowing 'Paris Baguette' and she is like a native - while saying that she barely knows it."

"Did you see how she looked at me after that performance? Told you it was a good idea for me to change the outfit up!"

"Wait I'll be back in five minutes I want to say hi to Y/N!"

Even Wooyoung minimised his teasing, simply because the man was totally gone. There had been a phase for about a month where his affection towards you maybe was within the realm of reasonable, and 'light' enough for the rest of ATEEZ to poke fun at him.

But San being San, that changed fast. The more chances he got to speak with you, the more he got to find out what you liked, the more certain he became that 'you were the one', you were 'talent and skill itself' and you were the dream alive.

At the same time, San being San, he was not verbal about his feelings. Not even a bit. In his mind, that was over-stepping, and was off limits. So he did everything else 'over the top' instead.

The peak of it had of course been the 'putting you on a (well-deserved) pedestal' in front of ATINY. That had been a cry of a man who fell hard and fast in love, and that same night, ATEEZ had hosted a UN-level meeting around how to proceed. Hongjoong had already been aware that you were going to be extended a permanent offer, so timelines did not matter much - except for the remnants of the members' sanity.

Wooyoung ended up interrupting the proceedings with his screech of "IT IS OKAY TO FALL IN LOVE", and as such, the action was let go, only to see it become a much adored trend in the fandom. The members thought that this would mean major progress. But no. No, you had to be the oblivious one.

Had to be the one so dedicated to her job that you interpreted San's signals as general friendliness and support. You respected him, yes. You most definitely were grateful to him, and out of all ATEEZ members you spoke to him the most. But to none of them was it ENOUGH.

Even when he had made you to interpret his flirtations (as prompted by Wooyoung), you took it just as 'a regular day with ATEEZ', whilst making him nearly go into cardiac arrest.

That was when the plan came about. To strike through literature. Through language. To express love through the pages of a book, in the hopes of translating that to real feeling. It was convoluted, and had no real outcome except trusting chance, and fate, but San was enough of a hopeless romantic to agree to it in a heartbeat.

Because what was the fun in confessing over text, right? He had your number, you messaged one another before, but again, 'what if he ruined something by messaging the wrong thing'? Besides, he could not think of an excuse to text you outside of work without feeling like he was being too pushy.

Thus, operation 'Love Language' became everyone's problem, and everyone's daily dose of drama.

Except for you, without a clue, having brewed some tea, sat down like L from Death Note on your chair, and got to work.

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Heaven is a place in hell with you.

Member: San as Hades x Reader Persephone

Plot: It's not the typical myth although it does share some similarities I've made some changes too to fit what I had in mind.

Genre: Angst, Fluff and eventual smut (not in this chapter)

Endless darkness. That's all his eyes have been seeing for the eternity of time. If only someone could imagine the depth of time combined with the depth of the darkness, they'd lose their sanity. Being a God grants you great power but being the God of the dead might not be seen as attractive as other God's kingdoms. Poseidon, ruling the vast sea or Zeus, ruling the mortal world. But death is the most powerful of all, Hades thinks, for it holds the power to diminish everything else. Whether someone was rich, privileged or one of a kind, after their passing, they are just part of the soul parade, a group of shadows with no purpose, just lurking around till the dawn of time. Maybe even after that. Hades has a bit of a reputation if you will, hated by most, if not all the living. The God's aren't fond of him either. He is too monotonous for their liking, keeps mostly to himself, he is on his own, just like what he rules, a lonely experience by default. His body is as immortal as it can be, a vast contrast between his surroundings. He stood tall and proud, well shaped and proportionate. His face chiseled and enigmatic, his prominent bone structure and intense gaze making him intimidating in a striking way. Appearance wise he looked no older than 25, but his soul felt awfully old. Maybe others were right to despise him. He can't stand himself either at times. A gloomy haze was his life, that seemed to have no end.

"A girl is playing around the lake, Lord" Thanatos, his trusted winged friend mentioned.

"She comes here often. She doesn't look human, but not godly either. More like a mixture of them too, not ordinary enough for a mortal, not divine enough for a goddess".

Hades decided to take a closer look after Thanatos' description. He is someone that likes to keep his thoughts and opinions independent, but he couldn't agree more. Her beauty was like something he'd witness before and something entirely different, all at the same time. She appeared delicate and gentle, her hands brushing through the bush, as the wind blew against her face. She seemed beautiful, but in a very different way than Aphrodite is. He didn't feel an ounce of lust for her, her vibes innocent and pure, almost angelic. The type of person you want to protect with your life, if he even had such a thing.

"Maybe she is a nymph? But she is someone I've never seen before and I keep up with them to say the least" Thanatos laughed, confirming his womanizer nature.

Hades laughed as well. His friend had a charm that drew others to him. Maybe they liked getting a taste of death while still alive, literally.

"That's true, you'd know her by now. I'm sure Artemis despise you, my friend. You are ruining chaste virgins left and right."

"Well what can I say? I'm popular with the ladies. I guess they might have a thing for my wings? I mean there aren't that many of us, even in the immortal world. But speaking of getting down and dirty, you haven't been laid in such a long time, Hades!"

The latter's eyes grew at the realization. He had some needs but they never bothered him to that extent. Keeping busy did the trick so far and he was more of an old fashioned man to say the least. His mistress was the night but he grew sick of her. They were too similar, he thought. He wanted some light to enter his world, a blinding brightness to shake him up and warm his icy heart. Or at least that was his persona, his mask. He knew, better than anyone, how much he felt and loved and longed for it. But he could wait for that, he had time, that's for sure.

"Mind your business boy" he said in a teasing tone but failed at intimidating his friend. Hades looked dark, dangerous even, until he became familiar to you. Once you made a place for yourself in his heart, he couldn't be further from that.

"Okay okay, I was just saying that it's a pity for you to go like that. But whatever makes you happy." He answered and raised both of his arms in a defeating manner. Thanatos knew that he was basically a brother to Hades, but he still wanted to keep their relations good, because he had the tendency to say more than he should.

"It's all good, I'm just teasing you!" Hades smiled his way and showed his dimples, the sweetest sight his kingdom had to offer.

Thanatos smiled back and took a look at the lake again, which they were able to see from the inside, as it was the main portal for the underworld. His smile quickly turned sour, and worry played over his handsome features.

"What is it?" Hades asked.

"The girl...seems to be in danger". Thanatos pointed out and Hades took a closer look. A wolf was some meters away from her, moving eerily elegantly for such a creature. Given the area the lake was, it seemed unlikely for an actual wolf to be there. It's size was extraordinary large too, all this made him believe it was one of Zeus' tricks again. A sudden surge of protective energy took over him and he wanted to save this poor girl from Zeus. She didn't deserve Hera's wrath either. None of them did. Hades took a hold of his scepter and pushed it on the ground. The lake started waving and it turned dark as if it was raining during a perfectly sunny day. The girl gasped at the sight in front of her and took a step back since she was almost right next to the lake by now. The waters were divided and a set of stairs showed up. When Zeus realized that the girl was about to escape, he started running towards her and she felt such an overwhelming fear that made her run without even realizing that this was probably a bad idea. She followed the stairs which turned to water again after each of her steps. As soon as she touched the ground, she broke down in tears and hid her face inside her hands, too scared to open them and face her destiny. But sometimes our destiny isn't as scary as we think it is, because there, in this dark and seemingly unwelcome world, she'd find a man with no soul, but more capacity to love than anyone else with a soul ever could.

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a-soft-hornytiny · 1 year

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Endearing Tease.

Summary: You spend a relaxed day at home with your boyfriend San.

Word count: 1.7k+

Genre: fluff with a bit suggestive at the end

Pairing: San x neutral!reader

Warning: teasing, use of princess as a gender neutral pet name (be careful while reading) let me know if I missed something.

Notes: my little bean’s ( @hijirikaww ) request hehehe I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. So cute. I had to add the Mario Kart scene because that’s something I do with my loved ones. And my best friend is a mario kart GODDESS. So I thought of it haha

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“No no no no no oh come on!” You threw your controller onto the couch in frustration. One hour. You had been playing mario kart for one hour and you hadn’t won a single time. San was doing his little happy dance, celebrating that beat you again. It was always so close that you started sweating but in the end he always crossed the finish line first.

“Just tell me, San. What’s your secret? You must be secretly practicing. There is NO other way.” You took your controller again to start the next race. San thought it was cute to see you this worked up about a simple video game. He wouldn’t deny that he would be just as upset about it as you were if he lost. But he didn’t so he just continued jumping around.

Something about seeing his 6ft tall significant other sit on his living room couch, eagerly choosing the next track murmuring something about finally beating him this time, made San incredibly happy. He couldn’t help but jump on the couch to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. Your face immediately lit up. As much as you hated losing, seeing him happy outweighed everything that upsets you.

San was about to lean in for a second kiss on the cheek when he stopped right before touching you. A grin formed on his face as he responded to your little rant.

“Maybe you’re just not as good as you think you are.” He giggled while jumping off of the couch. And it was good he did because you had already reached out to grab him. You missed.

“How dare you!!” You jumped up after him. After chasing each other around the couch for a bit, and San stubbing his toe on the coffee table, he finally stopped. Before you could catch him he got on his knees right in front of you, begging for forgiveness in a playful tone.

“Please Y/n, I’m so sorry, what can I do to make it up for you?” He said, clearly holding back laughing. You crossed your arms and fake pouted while turning away from him. “You have to cook dinner for me.” You answered, obviously using the opportunity he was giving you.

“That’s not really a punishment.” San stated, getting ready to run again. You turned around, giving him a death stare while he completed his sentence. “Having to eat what you cook would be more like one.” He said, instantly taking off to the bathroom. He had locked himself in before you could reach him.

You couldn’t even be angry. He was so adorable. The way his eyes sparkled when he was teasing you. The way he waited for you to react so he could act accordingly. You loved how you played with each other.

“Oh well if that’s what you think. I’ll be making my way into the kitchen to start cooking.” You said loud enough for him to hear and walked away from the bathroom. You hadn’t even fully reached the kitchen or even touched a single ingredient when he came sprinting down the hall.

“Please, anything! But I want to keep my taste buds.” He stopped right in front of you, keeping you from touching anything. You had to admit it. Cooking was definitely not your strength. And it was not like San was a master chef either but ever since you managed to burn noodles, he didn’t trust you in the kitchen anymore. The only thing you were allowed to do was prepare ingredients like peeling or cutting them.

“Let’s just do it together okay?” He suggested, giving you a sweet smile. You nod.

San gave you everything that needed to be cut while he started preparing the pan and everything else that was connected to heat. Cooking together was fun. Especially since you could always tease him for not being able to reach the high shelves. He always looked at you with those big round eyes and you knew you had to get something off of the shelf for him.

“So smol.” You pinched one of his cheeks as you gave him the salt you had gotten for him. You had always wondered why he would place something that he would need so frequently so high up but one day you realized he did it so he had a reason to call you. San secretly loved it when you did things like that for him. Most of the time he would even be able to reach it himself by just getting a chair but he wanted to see you smile as you teased him about his height. And a plus point was that you usually gave him a kiss afterwards.

And there it was. You gave him a short peck on the forehead before turning around to continue chopping.

San giggled as he turned around to check on his, now hot, frying pan. He had just added the vegetables you had been cutting, when your hands wrapped around his waist from behind. Your chin rested on his shoulder.

“My little chef.” You whispered, giving his shoulder a quick kiss.

San let his head lean against yours as he carefully cooked the vegetables on butter before adding some rice to the other side of the pan, seasoning it with soy sauce and frying it. The smell of freshly cooked vegetables mixed with a bit of butter and soy sauce made its way into your nose, causing you to take a deep breath.

“Smells amazing Sannie.” You say while letting go of him. You pulled out two plates which he promptly filled with the freshly made fried rice.

“So what do we watch?” You asked while settling on the couch, plate and utensils in your hands. He shrugged before taking the remote and zapping through a few channels before giving up and opening Netflix.

You decided on a documentary on whales before starting to eat.

“Here comes the plane.” You joked, raising your spoon. San raised one of his eyebrows as you started making plane noises.

“Come on, we don’t want the plane to crash do we?” You teased, getting him to finally open his mouth. “Good boy.” The praise made his face light up immediately.

After eating up and placing the dishes on the couch table where they would probably stay for a while, San laid his head down on your lap and pulled up a blanket. Huge majestic sea mammals were crossing your tv screen as a male commentator explained their behavior. In that calm atmosphere, you let your fingertips trace along San’s arms, following every little detail and vein on his skin.

He let out a deep relaxed sigh as you reached his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. This is what he had needed. San had had a very exhausting week at work and had been looking forward to this day all week. A day he could fully spend with his loved one.

You raised his hand up gently and started to set kisses on every single one of his knuckles. You couldn’t help it. He was too beautiful.

As you let your mouth wander further, kissing his wrist and his arms, you felt San squirm under you. “You like getting my affection mhm?” You murmured against his skin, kissing his shoulder next. But San didn’t answer. He just turned on his back, now looking up to you. You couldn’t read his eyes as he stared right into your soul. And before you realized it, he grabbed you by your collar and pulled you down into a kiss.

You melted into the kiss as San carefully nibbled on your lower lip. Without any hesitation, you opened your mouth letting his tongue meet yours. Goosebumps formed all over your body while he explored your mouth. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted himself from your lap and pushed you down onto the soft cushions.

He was now sitting on top of you, pinning your hands above your head. He grinned as he let go of your lips and eyed you from the top.

“You’re such a big baby.” He whispered while gently caressing your cheek. You smiled. But you already had a plan on how to get back at him for his teasing. You looked at him with big googly eyes as you took his hand and pressed kisses onto it.

“Can we..” You stopped, pretending to be shy and hiding behind his hand.

“Can we take this to.. to the bedroom?”

San’s eyes immediately went dark, obviously loving your submissive self. He slowly leaned closer before groaning into your ear.

“Of course princess.”

Now you were blushing for real. You loved that pet name. It made you feel so tiny and pretty.

San got off of you and helped you up. “Go and undress for me princess, I'll be right there.” You nodded, giving him a quick kiss. You hurried into your bedroom, your heart beating up to your throat. As much as you would love to sub for him, you wanted to tease him back. And this was your chance.

You stood behind the door as you heard footsteps approach.

“Princess?” San asked entering the room, searching for you with his eyes. And suddenly you slammed the door shut.

San didn’t even have the chance to react when you pushed him against the door, cornering him with your arms. You glanced down to San. He was still in shock staring straight onto your chest.

You smirked while you put your finger under his chin to lift his gaze.

“My turn to tease you now princess.”

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abandoned-anemoia · 1 year

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Time of Love

☯ Pairing: Dad!San x Mom!reader ☯ Genre: fluff ☯ Word count: 2.3k ☯ Summary: You and San have an anniversary coming up but will you have time for yourselves when your son wants nothing more than your attention? ☯ Warnings: jokes about making babies, your son gets called a hurricane, San being really soft because that needs a warning in iteself ☯ A/N: Yes, I did add in the Tony Stark scene in Avengers: Endgame... Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.

Pt.2

Please do not copy, translate, or post as your own!

The sun splashes colors of orange and red across the sky and onto your bedroom wall as it begins to sink behind the horizon. Standing at the end of the bed, quietly folding an outfit into a night bag, you hear the door creak open and turn to see San leaning against its frame. He sends you a soft smile, eyes glistening in the remains of sunlight, "Are you excited for our little trip?"

You return the smile, heart swelling at the look of adoration on his face, and nod your head as he walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and planting a kiss on your cheek. Turning your head to face him, he leaves a chaste kiss on your lips before helping you check your list for anything you may have forgotten to put in the overnight bag you are currently packing.

Your seven year wedding anniversary is tomorrow and San is determined to make it special. He told you about your vacation getaway last week but you both had one little problem: your son, Minjae, is a stage five clinger.

In his five years of living, he has never truly been away from you or at least not without the help of his grandparents. He is your world and you adore him, but the chances of this night with San falling through are very likely. There was one person who was free and willing to look after Minjae tonight—Wooyoung.

He agreed to come over and watch your son but Minjae had never been alone with Wooyoung for more than a few hours and that worried you. San seems to notice the worry written on your face, "Minjae is a sweet kid and Wooyoung does very well with kids, I'm sure they will have a great time together."

Just as San finishes his sentence, the doorbell rings and little feet can be heard quickly stomping down the hall. You both let out a short laugh before following those footsteps to the door where a tiny figure is attempting to unlock the front door. San steps next to his son and helps him unlock the door, opening it to a very happy Wooyoung.

"UNCLE WOO!" Minjae's smile reaches his eyes, which turn into crescents just like his father's do. Wooyoung is truly Minjae's favorite uncle and his presence is always welcomed.

"MJ!" As Wooyoung steps through the entrance, Minjae's small frame is launching at him hoping to be caught.

As he successfully catches Minjae's flailing body and holds him close, Wooyoung turns to the both of you with a smirk, "You guys are gonna make another one tonight, right?"

You playfully smack Wooyoung's arm as he lets out something akin to a witches cackle. San follows suit, snickering as your cheeks turn pink. Minjae looks confused but before he can ask, San leads Wooyoung into the living room and distracts Minjae with toys.

Wooyoung is quick to help San make his escape, pretending to attack Minjae with the toy dinosaur in his hand. San quickly disappears from his son's view and guides you back to the bedroom to grab your bag.

Sneaking past the entryway of the living area, you both wave to Wooyoung who is holding Minjae upside down by his ankles as he wiggles and screeches out laughter. He shoots the both of you a smile and goes back to focusing on dangling your son upside down.

San cautiously opens the door and ushers you out before carefully closing it behind the two of you. Rushing to the car, he opens the passenger side door, allowing you to enter the vehicle before closing the door behind you. He makes his way around the car and gets into the driver's side. He sets his hand on your thigh while driving the two of you to the restaurant you had made reservations at, your hand lying on top of his.

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Setting your things on the floor, San lies down on the stark white sheets of the queen sized bed, sprawling out in the shape of a starfish. He stares at the ceiling for a moment before raising his head to look at you, standing at the foot of the bed. Your husband sends you a goofy smile before letting his head fall back against the pillows once more. You take off your shoes, crawling over him and laying your body on top of his, your head resting on his chest.

He is quick to wrap his arms around your form, tracing shapes on your back with his finger and pressing his lips to the top of your head, "Do you wanna make another Minjae?"

Caught off guard by the question, you let out a snort, lifting your head to look him in the eyes, "Could we even handle another Minjae?"

San giggles at your question, shaking his head, "No, but I think he's worth it."

Nodding your head in agreement, you lift yourself off of him, getting undressed so you can sleep comfortably. San gazes at you, eyes glazed over with what one can only assume is pure love and admiration. Your eyes catch his, cocking your head to the side, "What?"

"I love you," he pauses, getting up from the bed and making his way over to you, "so much." He softly presses his lips to yours, pulling away slightly, breath fanning across your lips, "And I would love to share that love with another Minjae."

"Oh, so now you want to split your love into thirds?" You tease, wrapping your arms around his middle. San's love for your son is more than anyone could ever explain. You know that San would set the world on fire and watch it burn just for the two of you. And you know that he would use every second of every day loving his family, no matter how many of you there are.

He lets out a puff of air through his nose, shaking his head, "I could split my love into a thousand pieces and I still wouldn't love you any less."

San's words etch themselves into your brain. He means them and there is no denying it. It seems so effortless for him to tell you these things. His words always have the same effect on you—pulling you in like the moon does the tides.

You love him more than Nightingales love to sing. More than flowers love the rain. More than the depths of the deepest ocean. More than rivers run deep and mountains run high. Yet, no matter how much you love him, you can never express your love as well as he does.

Leaning into his body, your chin pressing against his chest, "I love you more than I can ever show you in a lifetime, Choi San."

Looking down at you, hands coming up to rest on the sides of your face, he attaches his lips to yours. It's slow and sweet, pouring all the love you have into one another. Gently pulling away, he guides you to the bed and leaves a kiss on your forehead before changing out of his own clothes.

He sends Wooyoung a quick text to check up on him and Minjae, receives a perfect report, then climbs into the bed and lies next to you. He pulls you close, tucking your head under his chin as he rubs his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner. You let out a content sigh, pressing a light kiss to his bare chest and falling asleep.

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You wake up the next morning to an empty bed. Assuming San is in the bathroom, you lie under the sheets and bask in the morning sunlight shining through the thin white curtains that are covering the window.

Hearing a knock at the door, you rise from the bed, check your clothes to make sure you're decent, and make your way to the door. Looking through the peephole, you can see the grinning face of your loving husband, body clad in a gray sweatshirt and black sweatpants. You open the door, surprised by the fact that he had left the room, and let him inside.

"Good morning, angel." He beams at you, hands tucked securely behind his back.

"What are you hiding?" You attempt to look around him, curious as to what he had behind his back, but he successfully blocks your view.

He pouts his lips, "Can I have a kiss first?"

A smile forms on your lips before you softly press them against his. One is his hands comes out from behind his back to rest on your hip and tug you closer.

Pulling away from you, he moves his other hand in front of you. He's holding a beautiful arrangement of vibrant purple Calla Lilies, soft pink Roses, and vivid greenery, "Happy anniversary, darling."

Tears spring to your eyes as you take the flowers into your hands and wrap your arms around him. The gesture was simple but he knows it got the message across by the way you crash your lips onto his after pulling away from the hug. San walks you backwards, pulling away once you reach the edge of the bed.

You sit on the bed, San taking the flowers and setting them on the dark brown table pushed against the wall. Looking up at him, "What's the plan for today?"

"Well, I was thinking that you could put these two lips," he presses his finger to your mouth, "to these two lips," he moves his finger from your mouth to touch his own, "because I got you these tulips." He points to the flowers that lay on the desk.

"Sannie, my sweet sweet boy. The light of my life. My sun, moon, and stars. Those are not tulips, my love, they are Lilies and roses." You didn't let the pickup line slide, resulting in a very pouty San.

"I was hoping you would overlook that fact and just kiss me." He huffs, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed.

Giggling at his antics, you stand up, moving to hold his face between your hands. You squish his cheeks together and peck his lips, "Better?"

"Better." He mimics, voice more assuring than your own.

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The day was spent walking the streets hand-in-hand, having no particular destination. You both visited multiple shops and tried new foods before ultimately heading home.

San walks up to the door with you following closely behind, softly rapping his knuckles against the wood before entering the house. It was eerily silent, concerningly so. You call out to Wooyoung and Minjae but receive no answer. Starting to worry, you walk farther into the house.

Just when you walk past the entrance to the living room, a figure catches your eye. You and San stand in shock at the sight before you. Wooyoung is sitting on the floor, propped up against the couch, hair disheveled and clothes wrinkled. His hands are colored by what was presumably black ink and he is missing a sock. Surrounding him are scattered Legos and an assortment of toys strewn across the room. Curled up on his lap, lies a peacefully slumbering Minjae.

"Woo… are you okay?" You were a bit taken aback by the man's appearance and even the appearance of your living area.

Wooyoung sighs in relief, "I don't think I've ever been happier to see you two. I've experienced hurricane MJ and the damages are extensive… and costly."

San chuckles at his friend's disheveled state and makes his way over to where he sits. Gently lifting Minjae off of Wooyoung's lap, he presses a tender kiss to his son's head as the boy stirs, opening his eyes slightly before they spring open.

"Hey, Jae. Did you have a good nap, buddy?" Your husband coos at your son, forever willing to baby him.

Minjae nods, turning his head, beaming when he sees you, "Hi, mommy!"

"Hi, Minnie! Did you have a good time with Uncle Woo?" You smile at your son, softly brushing his hair out of his face as he nods again and begins to tell you all of the things he had done.

It didn't take long for him to wear out again. Once he is finished telling you about his day, he is laying his head back down on San's shoulder and wrapping his little arms around his neck. San, holding Minjae tightly in his arms, carries him to his room to put him to bed.

Kneeling on the floor and tucking Minjae under the soft blue sheets, that he had picked out himself, San sweeps Minjae's hair away from his forehead to place a kiss to it, "Love you tons."

Minjae's eyelids are slowly drooping and his voice is small as he responds to his father, "I love you 3000."

San stands from his kneeling position next to the bed, turning the lights off to leave the room, caught off guard by the statement, "3000? That's crazy."

Walking back into the room, San cocks his head to the side, smiling wide, "Not that it's a competition, but he loves me 3000."

"Oh, does he now?" You snort, knowing how happy the statement made San from how his smile reaches his eyes.

"You were somewhere in the low six to nine hundred range." He teases, coming to stand next to you as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

Wooyoung looks at you, eyes pleading as his voice shakes, completely ignoring your playful squabble with San, "Y-you guys didn't make another, d-did you?"

You didn't think you would ever laugh as hard as you did when those words left Wooyoung's mouth. You are bent over, hands clamped onto your knees, wheezing as San doubles over in laughter at his friends' panicked look and wavering voice.

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mybelovedwoo · 9 months

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when we were younger

bff!san x f!reader

fluff, childhood best friends to lovers (slow burn) / wc: 2.5k

warnings: flashback secens, car ride, a very sleepy sannie

note: the second story of the san best friends to lovers drabbles. in this one, we can see a little more of their bond and how much they mean to each other. i hope you love the flashbacks too!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

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Every year, you looked forward to one thing the most, and that was your annual vacation. Your whole family and your best friend San's, altogether far from the stressful days. It's been a tradition ever since you were a little kid, and it's still an ongoing thing, even now when you are all grown up. You never go to the same place twice, you are trying to travel through the whole country, that was the entire concept your guy's dads came up with.

You always go with two cars, one with San's family, his dad, mom, and his older sister, and one with your's dad, mom, you, and of course San. When you were little, San always wanted to go with you, because you were inseparable. You were an only child, you never had someone to play with at home, to be said you always were a little jealous of San and Haneul. They were there for each other always, Haneul was the best big sister to San, you just wished you were their sibling too. But they took you in as their own.

In truth, they always thought of you as their own sibling, you all grew up together, and you and San being the same age made everything much easier. And there was Haneul, who always acted like a big sister to you, you looked up and learned a lot of things from her, she even helped you get ready for your first date.

"Is it on? Let me see it already!" Haneul shouted from behind the closed door. You put on one of her dresses, which she gave you so that you can wear it tonight. This was your very first date, and the guy from your class that you liked asked you out to watch a movie with him. Sure you were nervous, but to be honest you were more excited.

After school ended, you literally ran straight to Haneul's house, you asked her to help you get ready. You have never really done your make-up or hair like this before, so you couldn't be more thankful to have someone like her in your life, who can teach you things like this.

You opened the door and stepped out with that little flowery summer dress on you from her bathroom. You weren't much of a "dress" girl, you liked comfy pants much better, but you have to go all out on your first date, right?

"So, what do you think?" You asked of the girl in front of you.

"I think it's perfect Y/n. If Daejung doesn't fall in love with you tonight, then he is dumb. Or blind." You both laughed at the last statement. But that soon stopped, when the door to Haneul's room suddenly opened, after two little knocks. You didn't even have time to answer it before San poked his head in.

"Hey, I just heard you two talking. Y/n, why didn't you wait for me? We could have come home together." He looked a little disappointed. You two always came home together from school every single day. You only live two streets away from each other, still, San always walks you home first, even though he lives closer to the school. "Wow, I've never seen you in a dress like this before." He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and got distracted.

"I know, but how do you like it?" You spun around, so he could see the whole dress. You waited for his answer with curiosity. You were interested in San's opinion, he was your best friend after all and he is a guy, he should know what other guys like.

"You look beautiful Y/n, as always, it doesn't matter what you wear. But why are you in one of Haneul's dresses?" Oh yes, in the big excitement, you forgot to tell San about the news.

"She's going on a date with Lee Daejung!!" Haneul's told him excitedly, you couldn't even say anything. You wanted to say something, but nothing came to your mind. You don't know if San's disappointment is because you didn't tell him about it or that you left him there in school or something completely else.

"What?? So this is why you didn't wait for me after school, hm?" You've never expected this reaction from San, he seems kinda upset about this date. He must have found something more interesting on the floor because he didn't look back up at you, he just turned around and walked out the door, but before he completely closed it behind him he said one last thing. "You deserve so much better than him!"

Thinking back San never liked any of the guys, you dated. But now you know he just wanted to protect you, because at the moment you didn't see how shitty those guys were, and you wish you would've just listened to him, then you would have saved yourself from a couple of heartbreaks.

You've been in the car for the past 2 hours, and while you are all nostalgic, the boy next to you is deep in his sleep. You can't blame him for it, he had a schedule yesterday, from where he went home very late at night, but still proceeded to come early in the morning today. The moment the traffic jam cleared out and you left the city, he was fast asleep.

And here you were bored as hell, without your best friend giving you any attention.

You couldn't be happier, when the car stopped, and your dad announced that you have finally arrived at your destination. San was still asleep, and you wondered how can someone sleep so much, not even speaking, from any place he slept in the car. The road to this campsite through the forest was very bumpy and he didn't even wake up once.

"San-a, wake up sleepy head. We're finally here." You shake his whole body to wake him up, and your mission seemed successful when you saw two drowsy eyes open up at your loud voice, (he probably didn't even notice that you shook him).

"What? We're already here?" He stretched his whole body and you could only wonder how much it hurts right now, that he slept in a very uncomfortable position for hours. You two get out of the car, leaving a big slam behind you when you close the door. "Did I snore loudly? I'm sorry for that, I didn't know I was that tired."

"No, it's okay. Everyone knows that you work too hard, so don't worry. This little trip is for you to finally rest." You bumped his shoulder for him to remember your words later. You don't want him to work here even more, he seriously needs some rest, and you are worried about him all the time anyways. But you know San is the type of person who is unable to rest for more than an hour, he just has too much stamina. He looked at you with such a loving way, that even his dimples showed up, it made your stomach flip and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

You two walk up to the place where your parents have already packed everything out of the cars, the only thing left is to set the tents up. You girls decided to give that work to the boys, and you will explore the area until then and bring back some wood for the fire. It was only the second time you come camping on vacation, usually, you rent out a house or go to a hotel, but since this one's purpose was to relax a little, where can you relax more than in the forest?

You were around 7 when you last came camping, but that whole experience was a disaster.

"What was that sound? You heard it too, right?" You asked San as you sat up in your shared tent. Your parents decided it would be convenient if all three of you kids would sleep together in one tent because your still small bodies would just fit in there all and in that case, they don't have to buy another one.

"Yes, I heard it too." San sat up next to you too with so much concern. You moved closer to each other finding comfort in the other's presence. You both were just two scared little kids.

"Wait, where is Haneul?" You asked looking at the boy next to you, worried about the oldest one. As San was about to say something the whole tent started to shake as something was growling from outside. Only screams could be heard from the two of you as you hugged San closer to yourself, you don't want to die at such a young age.

"Don't worry Y/n, no matter what happens I will protect you!" San tried to calm you down a little, but he was just as scared as you if not more. But you knew you can count on him, he really did prove to you multiple times that he will be there for you always, and will protect you no matter what, even at this young age. His hug became tighter around you, and at that moment you indeed felt safer in his arms.

In the next moment, laughter came from the outside and the tent's entrance zipped out. Haneul came into the tent with tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. "Omg, you should've heard yourselves, it was so funny!" While she couldn't stop laughing, you were so confused, but San didn't let go of you, you were still hugging each other.

Even now, San never stopped caring about you, even when his schedule was tight he always found time in between breaks to text you or send you a picture, and when he forgot about it you knew at the end of the day he will call you no matter what.

"Mom, I swear to god, you can go back with them. I can pee on my own!" You told your mother, she made you so annoyed sometimes. But she was just worried about you, wandering off alone in the woods, even tho you didn't plan to go that far away, you just wanted to pee in peace. You held it in all day in the car, you can't wait any longer.

"Okay, just be careful, honey!" She hesitantly turned around and went back to the camp with Haneul and her mom. Your mother tends to get a bit too protective from time to time, but you don't really get it, what could possibly happen in a few minutes?

You've found a perfect spot and quickly done what you had to. It literally took you like two minutes, nothing more. When you got out, back to the main trail that lead back to the campsite, you saw San just standing there on his own. "What are you doing?" You asked him.

"I saw you go in there, so I waited for you here." He tried to explain, a bit flustered. "The others came back and you weren't there, I got a little worried." He pointed behind him, where he came from.

"But how did you get here so fast?" And that's when you noticed the drops of sweat on his forehead. You couldn't help, you had to hold back your laughter. "I ran." He confessed, looking down not able to look you in the eyes. You busted out laughing at this, but honestly deep down his actions gave you little butterflies in your stomach.

"Don't laugh at me! You never know who walks around in the woods, even an animal could have attacked you." He said all pouty, turning around pretending as if he got mad at you, but you both knew he was unable to do that. You followed him all the way back, trying to catch up to him. He was just teasing you, he looked back every now and then to make sure you were following him, he would never leave you behind.

Arriving back, Haneul told you that you are going to sleep with her in one tent. San got all sulky from the info because he has to sleep alone, but he claimed it was not because he is scared or something, simply just because he doesn't like to sleep alone. You wondered how can someone be so adorable with such a big body, but that's just Choi San. He had to understand you are not that small anymore, you can't all three of you fit in one tent now.

It was getting kinda late now, so after the bonfire was put out you all went to your own tents to settle down for the night. It was around one in the morning and you still couldn't fall asleep, you hate these sleepless nights, especially since it had to happen now when you were supposed to be relaxing. The girl next to you was far fast asleep for hours now and you just kept tossing around, it felt like the tent was a sauna, and every time you closed your eyes it automatically opened again.

You had no other choice, you decided you needed some fresh air, so you opened up the zipper and climbed out of that hellhole, but careful not to wake Haneul up. You stretched out all your limbs, but what are you gonna do now, you can't just stand here like this until you will get tired, it's too dark and scary out here.

You looked at the tent, where your best friend is probably sleeping tight right now, but there must be some space for you left there still, right? He is sleeping there all alone, he even said he doesn't like sleeping alone, he wouldn't mind it, right? You hesitated a lot, but after a couple of minutes, you made up your mind and went up there. You slowly opened it up and to your own surprise, San was awake. "Y/n what are you doing here?" He sat up looking at you curiously. "Is everything okay?" He woke up when he heard someone walking around outside.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." You froze at your place, outside of his tent. What were you supposed to do now? "I just can't sleep, and thought- "

"It's okay, come here!" He lifted his blanket up and pointed to the empty space beside him. He didn't even let you finish your sentence, he knew exactly what you were thinking about, because he was thinking the same thing. You didn't expect anything else from the person who knows you the best.

You carefully climbed in next to the boy. He put his arms around your shoulders and laid you down with him, right at his chest, pulling you closer to his body. You could hear how fast his heart was beating like he ran a marathon.

"You can sleep peacefully now Y/n. I got you." As if you came home to his arms, you felt so comfortable, you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore, the slumber just hit you. And here you were, falling asleep in your best friend's arm once again, he was your own comfort blanket and you can't even imagine what would you do without him.

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i-luvsang · 10 months

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jam to my peanut butter — choi san

1.2K MILESTONE EVENT ☆ CLOSED gn!reader , fluff !! , non-idol!au , cw : alcohol/drinking, mentions of allergies, unedited , wc : 0.6K , here you go sky !! tysm for the requestttt i hope you enjoyyy hehe

san’s flushed cheeks and drunken giggles must be the most endearing, adorable sight you have yet to witness. you’re not nearly as drunk as he is; just tipsy enough to lean into his soft and frequent touches. though many other loud and happy friends surround you at the restaurant table, you feel removed from them; it’s not a bad thing, though. you just feel as though you’re in your own little world with san.

he flirts with you, you flirt back.

“will you be the jam to my peanut butter?” he slurs.

“first of all, i’m allergic to peanuts–”

“almond butter?”

“eh,” you tease, “not my favorite.” he pouts. “but… just for you, i’ll make an exception.” he grins.

his heart flutters unbeknownst to you, and so does yours. that sensation, you are very familiar with when around san.

he takes shots, and you take less—all in hopes of being the one to take him home. surprisingly enough, luck is on your side when you stay in that little bubble with your long-time crush, as no one around you dares to pop it. then, you’re the one who’s responsible for him in his drunken state, as you’ve begun to sober up after quitting with the drinks a bit ago. plus, no one thinks they could get him to unlatch himself from his spot by your side, both hands at your elbow and his head on your shoulder.

“alright san, it’s time to go home,” you chide.

“why?” he sighs, that permanent pout that always finds its way to his features each time he’s drunk extra noticeable.

“well, everyone else is leaving and i think this restaurant is closing soon, so… that’s why.”

“ah. are you leaving too?” he lifts his head from your shoulder to look you in the eye. his gaze is soft, innocently questioning, and ever-so endearing.

“we all are. so, c’mon! get up with me so we can grab a taxi.” you start pushing out of your chair, san complying easily and happily.

“we’re getting a taxi together?” he asks, voice unabashedly hopeful.

you nod, doing your best to support the weight he puts on you as he leans into your side. “i’m taking you home,” you answer simply. he doesn’t say anything to that, just begins to hum an old song, contentedness filling the notes that escape his mouth.

leading him outside, you say goodbye to your other friends still lingering outside.

“try not to look too happy about having to take care of a drunk san,” wooyoung teases.

all you can muster in combat is a weak, “shut up,” while fighting back a smile.

“couldn’t if i tried~” he sing-songs back at you before waving goodbye with a bright smile and making his way to his car. you roll your eyes, but wave with your free hand in a friendly gesture. “bye, san! don’t cause too much trouble for your lover there, alright?” he yells before disappearing around the nearby corner. you feel your face flush with heat at wooyoung’s words, but san seems to just love it.

“my lover,” he giggles under his breath, sounding too happy about it for you to deny it. you’re probably too flustered to come up with a sentence that makes any sense. you’d do anything for san to call you that, sober. but he’s still drunk, so you’re not too sure what to make of it. all you can do is hope with your whole being that he’s not just saying things, but meaning them too. hope that his actions are what he really wants to be doing when he’s not drunk, not held back by whatever social standards that are set up to draw the line between friends and something more. hope that he wants to be holding you close like he is now, that, however cliche, and however allergic you are, he really, really wishes that you’d be the jam to his peanut butter.

(spoiler alert: he does.)

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ateezlovely · 1 year

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darling you

pairing: choi san x reader (genderneutral)

genre: angst + fluff

description: being away from you has left san feeling worried but your reassuring words remind him you are the only one for him. inspo from darl+ing by seventeen! (0.5k words)

a/n: not usually someone who reads or writes angst so I had to make it angst w sweet fluff ^_^

⏤

San felt exhausted, he felt nervous, and most of all he felt worried. He had been dating you for over a year now and this was his longest relationship yet. It has been good in the relationship but you had to move back home to take care of a family member that was not well. This has put a strain on the relationship and you had asked for a break until you were able to come back and fully focus on him and your relationship.

San missed you badly, it was hurting him so much to be away from you and not be there for you. It wasn’t like you guys stopped talking or you were broken up, it was more like you just needed some space, but San was worried. He was worried you wouldn’t come back to him and this would be the end of the relationship. These thoughts kept overwhelming San it was making his chest feel so heavy he thought it was going to cave in. You were his first serious relationship and he never wanted to let you go, his whole heart belonged to you.

Every day and night San waits for a text or call from you. Not wanting to be overbearing or a burden he doesn’t text you first until the end of every day, giving you time. Except when he knows you are in bed and have some time to focus on him, he can't help but dial your number to hear your voice. Just getting to talk to you makes him feel better, he feels less lonely and the weight on his chest lifts.

It was late at night and you were almost falling asleep on the phone. He laid in bed watching you through the screen with your hair in your face and eyes closed. He thought you looked so sweet and peaceful.

‘’Sweetheart?’’ he whispered, ‘’Darling?’’

You hummed saying, ‘’Yeah Sannie?’’

‘’I love you…and I care for you, a lot’’ he continued whispering not wanting you to be fully disturbed by him.

‘’I care and love you too baby’’ your eyebrows were slightly pinched together as if you were confused by his random words, ‘’I want to be with you forever and I can’t wait until I can be in your arms again’’

He smiled softly, feeling reassured and happy you said that. All he wished he could have right now was you in his arms and kissing you softly.

‘’I will never take you for granted,'' you breathed out, ''darling you are the one for me’’

Your honest and sincere words made San's heart beat fast and all his worries go away. There is no doubt that you are the person he wants by his side forever, he wants to fall into your warmth and never leave.

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gummygowon · 1 year

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10:24 pm + choi san

word count: less than 500

genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, boyfriend! san x stressed! reader

warnings: stress, sort of a break down? midterms (ew)

authors note: i literally typed this on my phone just right now. i need to bake. i kinda wanna add stuff but yolo i can just repost it later

you couldn’t do it anymore. everything was too much. schoolwork kept piling and work just kept getting busier and busier. if you had the ability to stop time you would simply use it to just rest.

maybe you needed a nap, that’s all. but you couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. deadlines from multiple assignments crept crawling into your dreams to the point it was the only thing in your mind.

normally, a good pep talk with your boyfriend would do the job but you didn’t want to burden him since he was busy with midterms as well. it just hurt even more seeing san’s texts of concern when you didn’t respond to him at all today.

9:32am

sannie <3: good morning princess!

sannie <3: have a good day today :D

12:37pm

sannie <3: hey u wanna grab boba after class?

sannie <3: hey

6:40pm

sannie <3: y/n are you okay?

you didn’t have the energy to reply back. plus, san couldn’t see you like this, acting like a big baby who couldn’t handle the heat of midterms. it made you want to curl up in ball and cry away the pain. it was embarrassing truly.

seeing his texts made your chest heavy as you desperately fought the urge to cry. you needed to learn how to destress on your own. you’re an adult now.

but you can’t. just not today, you needed someone with you right now.

more tears flowed as you hugged yourself tightly on your bed. too many thoughts to sort out, you didn’t know where to begin. it felt like the world was caving in with every breath you took. the room was cold and dark. the bedsheets did not help one bit as you clutched tightly around yourself.

your cried drowned out the sound of every thing. the noisy city down below was quiet for once. the loud birds outside were overpowered by your sobs. you didn’t even hear the door open.

“y/n!”

you froze. you couldn’t look up at him. not now.

“y/n,” san softly begins slowly making his way to the edge of your bed. “what happened baby?”

“please go.” you lie, voice cracking. you wanted nothing more than for san to just hug you. “i can’t-“

a hand snakes around your waist as san pulls you closer to him, “y/n, i know you.” your back eventually hits his chest and his arm tightens around you. “you don’t need to talk but i’m going to stay.”

finally, your hand reaches to grab onto his forearm around you. bringing your forehead to it, you push his arm righter around you.

tears fell even harder but it was different. when you closed your eyes, you were met with warmth. the heat that radiated off his body brought you comfort. but it didn’t stop you from feeling guilty.

“i am sorry.” you sob, turning around to bury your face in his chest.

“don’t apologize.” san assures, his head gently resting against the crown of yours. “I needed this as much as you.”

#ateez oneshots #ateez angst #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez san #ateez san fluff #ateez san angst #ateez fluff oneshot #ateez angst oneshots

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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The Lord of Demons

Drabble part 2 (part 1)

Pairing: demon!san×reader.

Genre: fluff, smut, angst (if you squint)

Summary: when the demon appears out of nowhere.

Warnings: BDSM, unprotected sex (cover your little willies or imma fry them), name-calling, hair pulling, choking, manhandling, nasty, nudity (not that it was needed in the tags), oral (fem rec), sex toys, pussy sniffing, spanking, ice-play, nipple clamps. (Lemme know if there is something more). I hope minors are away from this nasty drabble.

Word count: 3.4k+

Note: for @nanibecute because it was the best idea ever. 💓 hope it justices part 1.

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

The bright rays of the sun flashed in your sleeping eyes stirring you up from the sweet sweet sleep. You groaned and tossed around before stretching aggressively. Blinking, you opened your eyes and looked around with your still blurry vision.

You felt some soreness in between your legs, reminding you of the events from the previous night. A silly smile kissed your face but it soon vanished.

"Oh, you think that God would make The Lord of Demons?" His honey-like voice said.

You messily got out of bed with a heavy heart. The regret was seeping in. His drunken daze felt like hypnotized you last night. He didn't though, it's just how you could put it in theory.

You picked up your clothes that were now on the single sofa next to the bed. They smelled clean and fresh. 'He must have washed them,' you thought. Putting them on, you quickly opened the door and silently paddled downstairs.

Keeping the noise to a minimum, you reached the main door. The plan was to leave the house as fast as you could. Even though you had no idea where you were or even if you were on Earth, it won't hurt to try… right?

You were about to open the door—

"Leaving already?" The Demon's soft voice sent shivers down your spine.

You brought your hand back from the doorknob and turned around slowly to face him. And oh was he standing! He was wearing an apron on his naked torso. His hair was slightly messy, bangs falling on his smooth forehead. His feline smile was so killing.

"At least have breakfast with me, hm? I made waffles with fruits on the side," he gestured for you to follow behind. When he turned around, you choked on the air and coughed. His perfect ass was out for you to admire and you could see his gigantic cock and balls hanging. His ass looked so smooth and soft that you felt like biting them.

"You can bite them later," he chuckled after hearing your embarrassed gasp. "Don't worry, I love the attention from the beauty herself."

The kitchen was magnificent. It gave a very antique look and yet modern. You weren't the one for cooking but if you could cook here, you would do it every day.

"You can cook here if you want. No one is stopping you," oh his ability to listen to your thoughts.

"I-I want to go home," you said.

"Sure, princess. But let's have some breakfast. And I know you have questions and you can ask them too!" He smiled, oh that killing smile with cute dimples. His demeanor was totally different from last night.

You hesitantly sat on the counter stool and awkwardly waited for the food. "So… demon, huh?" You swear you just couldn't look away from his perfect ass while he was cooking on the stove, back facing you.

"The Lord of Demons, my love. I rule over them," he said.

"...now what's gonna happen to me," you sounded like you have accepted fate.

San turned off the stove and filled the plates and brought them to the table. He offered you some butter and a few varieties of syrups. The freshly chopped fruits were sitting in the middle with two forks in them.

"I'm gonna make you happy and take good care of you if you let me," he chopped a piece of waffle and plopped it into his mouth.

You harshly placed your fork and knife on the table, "why would a de—"

"Demon do that? They are bad. They ruin people," he completed your sentence. "It's what you were gonna say my love? Wasn't it?" He gently rested his cutlery and looked at you, "you see, there is a bad side and a good side. Similarly, that's how people see us; angels are good and demons are bad. But in reality, the real demon lives inside the human. They become their own demons and blame us who are just trying to maintain the balance between good and bad… You know, angels are made out of pure souls. When a saint-like person dies, they become an angel. But do you know how demons are made?"

"No."

"They are made out of angels. When an angel gets filled with rage and humiliation, they become a demon. When an angel faces the real world and how cruel it is, that's when a demon is born, to hurt the people who hurt innocent people. To hurt a person who tried or did get their hands on that innocent little girl who was playing in the park or the grown woman who was returning home while thinking about what she was going to do later but ends up with some inhumane person, unwillingly. That's when a demon takes birth, to give justice to anybody who is helpless. It might take time to act upon it or might slowly make their life hell, but we do make them suffer. Angels can't do that so we get our hands dirty," you have never thought about it. And now when you do, it feels honorable to be even sitting in front of him.

"Y/n I am a demon, I do sins. The lust, the greed, the jealousy, all of those but to a limit. I wouldn't do a thing that you don't agree with. But if you regret being with me last night, you are most welcome to leave and I will never even look in your way. But if you stay, I won't ever leave you," he looked straight into your eyes.

You realized that your life has been a huge lie. Nobody taught the reality of demons and only said that you needed to be afraid of them. They were just another form of an angel but fierce and punished the wrongdoers.

"I- I think I don't have anything to do now. The time for university has probably passed… Maybe I can look around?" You tried to act innocent.

San's face turned from serious to fun in a snap of the finger. "Yeah? So you wanna stay? You want me to love you? Hm? Show you your true worth. Lemme tell you one thing, those little boys were too egoistic to see the true you. I don't know if you will be happy with me or not because it is up to you but I do know that you will know that you are worth more than what you think."

"How are you gonna show me?" You bit your lip, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to appear knowing that you were playing with fire.

San smirked and his eyes shined golden. The lust. It showed the lust that rushed through his body. He got up from his seat and stood behind you. He whispered in your ear, "back to the room, my love?" And licked your whole ear.

Without any other thought, you stood up and laced your fingers with his, and went towards the room you left in the morning. He clicked open the door and ushered you inside.

"So, what do we want today?" He asked while removing his apron. And, oh, that big cock on display was already getting hard.

"I did enjoy spanks," you bit your lip.

"Such a pain slut we have here. You have been different for the best… I live for it," he moved closer and held your waist. His hands moved under your shirt and were caressing your warm skin. "Is your butt okay?"

"Sore but ready for more," you whispered.

"Wanna try something new, my love?" He smirked.

"What?" He just nodded and pointed in one direction, to the bed.

"Be a good girl and strip for me," he whispered and sexily stepped in the direction of his sex equipment closet.

You obediently listened and stripped out of your clothes and sat in the middle of the bed. The cold silk purple sheets were soft against your body.

He came out with a few things in his hands. You watched him as he organized everything on the side table next to the big bed. "My love, would you mind if I blindfold you?" He asked as he picked a black silk cloth. You shook your head. "Words, my love."

"No."

San smiled and covered your eyes with it. He then pushed you back so that your back was flat on the bed and your head was on the black silk-covered pillow. "So perfect for me."

You flinched when a feathery thing touched your shoulder. It slowly caressed your neck and moved down. He brought the black feather tickler down to your sternum and encircled your right boob and then your left, teasing you just enough to make you feel greedy for his touch.

Your nipples perked up, asking for attention. It felt so good. "Please," you whined.

"Why do you want my love?" He teased you.

"Please, touch me more!"

San caressed your nipples with the tickler and moved to your stomach. It felt way too sensitive there. You moaned when it touched your belly button. But then he stopped and you cried out of neediness.

"Why did you stop!?" You asked.

"Shuuu," he shushed you.

You heard something clunking and then felt San's hands on your right wrist. He pulled it above your head to the side and cuffed it. He did the same with your other wrist. Just when you thought that he was done cuffing you, you felt his hand around your ankle as he lifted your leg and cuffed it there, and so was your other leg. You were totally exposed in front of him. Your pussy was pulsing and leaking too much, clenching around nothing.

"Only if you could see how beautiful you look like this," he spoke as he clicked open a bottle of arousal gel and poured it onto his fingers.

You flinched at the strange cold sensation on your nipples, and your breath hitched when he massages that substance on your clit. It started to tingle pleasantly, adding more fun to the already funky feeling.

"Feels good," you remarked breathily.

"Yeah? Wanna feel better?" He asked.

"Mhm," you moaned. "Fuck!" You screamed when you felt a cold and wet hard thing on your clit. Ice. "Fuck, it's so cold."

"Babe, say red if you wanna stop and green if you want to continue."

"Green!" You whined.

The ice was back on your tingly clit. He moved it around your pussy, making it even wetter. The cold against your hot pussy felt breathtakingly pleasurable. And then he shoved it in your leaking hole.

"Saaannn," your voice trembled. "Please, stop teasing me!"

"My love, let me take my sweet time with you. Let me make you feel good," he shoved another ice cube in your pussy. "Your pussy looks so delicious with ice leaking out of her. Just oh, look at her."

You moaned out loud when you felt him lick your hole. He kissed around and sucked your clit harshly. Before he could lose his mind, he removed himself and picked a pair of adjustable nipple clamps.

Your nipples were already sensitive when he adjusted just right enough to make your mind go blank. You were desperate to see what was going on. Your hands were fighting against the cuffs. "Oh, God!" You moaned. "Ah!" You cried when he harshly smacked your ass.

"Baby, I'm still not on the same team as God," he smacked again.

Your pussy was aching for attention so tried to rub it against his hand that was on your ass. You whined when he removed his hand completely.

"You are just asking for punishment, aren't you? Brainless slut. Just want to rub that little pussy of yours all over me, hm," you don't know how it was possible but you felt yourself leaking even more. "Oh, look at you dirty, dirty girl. Just want to get humiliated. Right?"

"Yes! Only you," your words came out broken.

"Yeah, that's right, baby. Only for me," he took your lips in his. His warm tongue licked every inch of your mouth, spit running down the chin and teeth biting each other's lips. He tasted like strawberries. His hot hands ran all over your body.

San pulled away from the kiss and came down to your hot pussy. He could feel the heat coming from your pussy. His pointer finger poked your angry and throbbing clit and flicked it left and right. His mouth salivated when your sweet scent reached his nose. He did the next thing that came into his mind: burying his nose in your wet pussy. You moaned with a giggle and tried to shut your thighs around his face. He giggled and sniffed it deeply.

"So in love with your scent, my love," he kissed your pussy lips and shoved his long tongue into your hole. You whined and clenched around his tongue. His hands grabbed your thighs to keep them in place. Je lapped onto you like the hungry demon that he was.

San was on cloud nine. His cock was painfully hard. Usually, he never felt this way. But with you, all he wanted to do was shove his twelve inches straight into you and make you moan like a broken cassette.

"San, uuh haaa," you were a mess only from his tongue. It went nice and deep; nose rubbing against your clit. Legs were trembling and your hips were in the air. Your head fell behind and your hands pulled on the cuffs as if your life depended on them.

"Yeah, baby. That's right, say my name, louder," he sucked harshly on your clit and spat on your hole. Your cunt sucked it all in while clenched. That was enough of a tease for San himself, thinking about this is how your cunt will suck his cock in, and he got even harder.

Hastily, he unlocked the cuffs from your wrists and ankles. Ripping away the blindfold, he attacked your neck. Sucking deep blue and purple hickeys everywhere on your neck and chest.

Your eyes adjusted to the light and immediately fell on San who was sucking your tit while looking up at you through his lashes. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it on your pussy and entered his head. Just like yesterday, you already felt full. He slowly pushed himself into you as your mouth opened in a silent scream. He felt bigger than yesterday.

"Y-you got bigger?" You asked.

San rested his forehead against yours, "my size changes depending upon how aroused I am. But fuck baby, I thought my limit was twelve from the usual ten but this looks like a solid fourteen inches. You make me so, fuck! Hard," he moaned as your cunt clenched around his length.

"Fuck me, please!" You fisted his hair with one hand and the other dug into his back.

San slowly started moving, "fuck baby, you take my cock so well."

"Faster!"

He sat on his knees and hosted your legs over his shoulder and started slamming into you at an animalistic speed. His heavy balls were hitting your ass, leaving a red don't on them. He rubbed your clit in a circular motion that sent shivers down your spine and your back arched up high, only leaving your head on the bed.

He swiftly picked you from the bed, legs around his waist as he pushed you against the window. His beyond human powerful hands held you up and paced harder.

You started squirting with a loud scream, nails scratched his back. Your mind was empty and only filled with his cock. You loved how it filled you so well.

"Fucking cockslut, look how you are wetting me. Love this so much," San kissed your open mouth. The spit was drooling over your chest.

You were just where he wanted you to be: fucked up messy on his cock.

He took a minute to admire how you looked. Your cheeks were red and tear-stained. Drooling. The hair was messy. Neck and chest filled with his love bites. Better than how he imagined.

San's cock drooled a heavy load of pre-cum in your pussy and twitched violently at how beautiful you looked like this. "I'm never gonna leave you, darling. You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine," he chanted as if it was a mantra.

"Yesyesyesaaaahhhh," oh the pleasure was so sweet.

"Can you go a second time?" He asked and you dumbly nodded.

He took you to the bed again and threw your face first. Ass high up in the air. You had no energy to hold yourself up. He got behind you and entered your gaping hole without any warning. He grabbed your hair and pulled them and snakes his other hand around your throat and squeezed it just enough.

Your eyes rolled back and now you were just going with the flow, too tired to even say a word.

"Come on, baby, squirt one more time for me. Squirt all over my cock," his breath came out harsh along with grunts.

"Sanie!" You came harder than before and just as he asked, squirted all over his dick.

The tightness of cunt pulled San to the edge. He finally released his seeds into you. His head fell behind and moaned your name so loud that you were sure that people around the house must have heard.

San came so much that your tummy bulged out. You felt so weak and tired and fell onto the bed, without another thought, you slipped into your sweet sleep with a dumb smile on your face.

His cockhead was still you, keeping all the cum inside. He chuckled dumbly. Oh, he was so in love.

…

The next morning, you were woken up to feeling soft lips against your shoulders. You giggled and turned around to face San who was smiling ear to ear. You cuddled against his chest and he kissed your forehead, his lips lingered for a moment.

"Good morning, my love."

"Best morning," you said in your morning voice.

"How did you sleep?" He asked.

"Better than ever," you hummed.

"Good thing," he kissed your lips.

You thought you were going to feel all sticky and messy with dried juices all over you but you felt all clean.

Reading your mind, San said, "don't worry, I took care of you last night."

Your heart filled with pinks and purples, "you are the best! I doubt that you are a demon," you said.

He chuckled, "hmm, trust me, I'm only like this with my little demon lady. I'm surprised myself, honestly, I have never been so caring about anyone ever. I love this feeling. I love how it is exclusively for you," he kissed you again.

You smiled widely, "I love how you express yourself so well. I can't do that."

"Just tell me you love me, rest I already know," you both giggled and cuddled closer.

"What if I say it's too soon for that word?" You asked while looking at him with your irresistibly beautiful eyes.

"Then I will wait for as long as you want," he whispered against your lips, "love is about surety and not lust. I don't want you to say anything for as long as you don't feel them," he kissed your lips a little longer.

"Hmm," you were satisfied. "How can you be this good and romantic?"

"That's who I am for the only person who is in my arms right now," he said.

"Ou, I'm honored," you laughed when he tickled you, "no, honestly! I mean it!"

He stopped and rested his head over yours.

"Can I ask something?" You raised a question.

"Anything, my love."

"Is this your real bedroom?" You asked.

"No, but I think I want it to be. You know, easy access," you snickered.

"Are you always this horny?"

"I can't resist you, my love," San grabbed your chin and gently tilted it towards him, "I just can't."

"Hmm, you fucked me dumb last night," he laughed at your statement.

"That's what I wanted," he teased.

You looked around the room. It was really exotic. You name anything related to sex, it was there. "Maybe we can put your Master Series Dicktator Sex Bench in work," you innocently said.

He looked over his shoulder and back at you, "already planning the next playtime?"

"I can't resist you, my love, I just can't," you tried to imitate his voice.

San squinted and attacked you with tickles, "such a naughty girl!"

"Sorry! Sorry! Stop!!" He cuddled you again and pampered you with kisses.

San hummed while kissing you, "I have a feeling of an eternal future with you…"

.....

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Your fan, San (part 2)

(part 1) (your fan ml)

💬 pairing: san x interpreter!reader 💬 genre: romance, fluff, mutual pining, drama 💬 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if san was stanning you 💬 wordcount: 4.5k 💬 warnings/tags: language, conflict, two shy dorks, homie sabotage?, misunderstandings, love above all, touring, busy life, reader is a pro linguist, we stan simpteez, unedited oop- 💬 taglist: @acciocriativity, @doom-fics, @layzfeelit @jcngh0-hq @black--awsum @honey-lemon-goose @i-luvsang @jackinmyarea , @izuijin @justhere4kpop 💬 a/n: Hello there <3 here is PART 2 of YOUR FAN SAN!! Hopeless romantic? Check. Chaotic? Check... and the FINALE is coming soon??? ;~; P.S. that uni life do be getting wild so apologies if I'll be haphazardly uploading or if trains of thought are derailed~

'The Beauty of Falling in Love - a collection of short stories, poems and musings'

That was the title of the book you had to translate. And if you were not a (fully) sappy and sentimental mess before, you sure as hell were now. Because each little chapter, be it an anonymous recollection of favourite moments with a loved one, or a vignette dedicated to someone special, was some of the most heartwarming work you have ever read.

Each piece sounded so personal, so real, that you found yourself spending more time than usual on this commission. You had made an agreement with the client that they would be sending chapters out one by one, and prior to receiving one, you would send back a completed translation.

It was an easy enough arrangement, and was not too taxing when it came to your personal time. You could ruin your sleep schedule to your heart's content by watching dramas that you had missed whilst on tour, could make late night trips to the convenience store because you did not want to be caught in the businessperson rush, could catch up with people who you had inadvertently ghosted because of work and inability to find words when you wanted to.

Outside of your preferred mode of relaxation, you kept in touch with some of the members of ATEEZ, thanks to a group chat that San had created and 'simply had to add you' - at least that was how he had advertised it. The group chat consisted of him, you, Wooyoung, Yunho and Yeosang, who to you seemed like a random pick, since you did not interact with neither Yunho nor Yeosang as much.

But over a very short period of time this had changed for the better, and you had grown very comfortable, attached even, to the chaotic quartet. If anything this it was a top up vaccine for being able to keep up with the ATEEZ chaos - otherwise you would be familiarising yourself with it again for tour, as if it was the first day of work.

Little did you know, you were talking with the Operation ring leaders + Yeosang who was in it for the gossip, and to control the fire... in the way he wished. It was more or less a regular conversation, aside from San occasionally panicking and running up to one of the guys for advice.

"Yeo why did you write 'AMOGUS'?"

"Don't question me. This is art- ah see, Y/N sent the prayer hands emoji, she agrees." Yeosang responded, pointing at his phone screen.

"I feel like you guys are six parallel universes ahead of me and I don't like it."

"Make that ten, you boomer."

"This is an ancient meme you are quoting Yeo~" Wooyoung joined in, trying to poke fun at his friend.

"Say that again, the king of social boomers? Are you salty that I did not put hyung after AMOGUS because it's old?"

"What even is this chat-" Mingi, who was observing from his position lying across three dining chairs, threw the question out into the air.

"It is us trying to force San to dm Y/N by pushing them together like two dolls." Wooyoung, slightly irritated, explained.

"Man, you really are done." Mingi responded, chuckling

"I don't know, am I? San is breaking up with me so I am going through all stages of grief."

"Double u tee eff?" San raised an eyebrow and stared at Wooyoung, phone loose in his hands.

"How far along is she?"

"She isn't pregnant dude."

"Ugh you know what I mean."

"Like... a third of the way?"

"Damn you guys are slow as shit. We planned for this to take how long? You even have the confession already written up for the last chapter, this is kind of ridiculous. You know what, hold up."

Wooyoung tackled San, and thanks to the surprise nature of the attack, got the perfect opportunity to grab his friend's phone. After securing 'the bag', Wooyoung strode off to the other side of the room, clicking away, while San attempted to stand up, shouting.

Yunho seemed to have caught onto what the other was about to do, as he launched himself at the shorter man sat on the sofa and splayed himself right over like a blanket.

"No hard feelings bro this is necessary."

As San way trying to battle his way out, but was further restrained by Yeosang who had finally stopped taking photos, Wooyoung giggled deviously and locked the phone again, sauntering back with a devilish grin and handing it to San.

"It is done. You can thank me later."

"What did you do?"

"Something that you should have done like... a year ago."

"DID YOU TEXT HER?"

"Yeah. And don't worry, nothing Woo-style, you grilled me enough times for me to remember her preferences. Plus, I know how to text like you."

"And when did that come in handy?"

"Uh... I have to go water my fish BYEEE~" Wooyoung quickly departed from the living room sprinting back to the dorm, while San remained in shock, swiping at the screen to reveal the message that his friend had sent on his behalf.

Damn. It really was just like him.

The text came to you as a surprise. Though you have had some conversations over private message before, most of them had been in some way work related. Not San messaging you out of the blue to ask how you were and that you should catch up.

With the group chat all but abandoned, you happily launched into texting San. There was never any pressure for a phone call, which you greatly appreciated, and there was no specific guidelines that either of you enforced - without a care you double, triple, quadruple texted, abruptly disappeared only to reappear with a link or a photo... main things was that together, you kept your conversation alive and thriving.

You would have never, not in a million years, imagined yourself getting this close to San, or anyone with a celebrity status for that matter. Simply because you felt like they would need and deserve more than you could offer socially. You were all about human connection and uniting minds, but when it came to your own personal preferences, you would much rather write out your thoughts in astonishing detail and hit send, than say the same things out loud and to somebody in person.

And yet, contrary to your assumptions and what you could only say had been prejudice on your part, San was supportive of you and of your choices, saying he could 'imagine your voice well enough anyways'. He steered clear of pushing you to communicate in a style that was not yours; though you did enjoy hearing his voice, and would be lying if you said he was not a charmer, you could not bring yourself to reciprocate that approach. It was too overwhelming to do during the time that you had allocated for yourself as your regenerative state. And San made your heart melt by showing that he got that, without you having to tear yourself apart and explain.

To him it had been fairly easy to figure out that you were a text over call kind of person, and was something that he had advertised to the Operation Love Language squad. Given your notes app being packed, post it notes sometimes threatening to pour out of your bag, and him spotting you willingly sitting far away from any groups so you could watch something, earphones in, all pointed to that conclusion. And San found that he liked it more than he would have guessed.

Each text was like a memory, and an expression not only of something that they wanted to blurt out, but more often than not of a considered, weighed out opinion, even if it was onomatopoeia or a string of emojis. He would have never been able to get to know you like he did over text, and get so close to you that you were now happily discussing with him your own worries, and passions, and dreams, not just responding to his stream of musings and questions.

It was through one of these extensive texting sessions that you had revealed to San your endeavors as a freelance translator, and gushed about the commission you were working on.

This made San's thumbs freeze midway through typing. Carried away and impatient, he had tried to strike on all fronts, and now that he was in continuous communication with you, he regretted it. Deeply. Except he did not yet know just how risky the decision to parade as someone he was not could be.

After the first time you had mentioned your side work, he had begun to get progressively more quiet. Bit by bit. Until his responses to you turned almost into a conversation with a wall. You were unable to figure out just what had gotten into San, what had changed?

You turned to the work you were meant to translate as a distraction, expecting that the client would have shared the new chapter with you already... but no such thing.

Instead, there was an order cancellation, and a short apology.

What did you do wrong?

What happened?

Was there something that had not been quite right?

You looked over your already completed translations - you were searching for anything to suggest a reason for cancellation. The words appeared blurry, fading into one big mush. It was all terrible... wasn't it?

Who were you kidding you were probably rusty after not working with fiction for so long, and for not focusing hard enough. You had stopped paying attention to the craft. Who even were you? And interpreter, a translator, or a fraud?

You looked at the cancellation email again, knowing full well that it was pointless to try and reach the customer - they might have blocked you for all you knew. This hurt. This really hurt.

You saw that San had responded to your messages, again in a weirdly cheery tone, asking you how you are and what you have been up to? San would understand... right? San would listen to you...?

So you did something that you yourself did not expect, and pressed on the call button. He picked up on the first ring.

He sounded nervous, and almost tearful as you bared all and talked him through what had just happened. You needed him. He was the only one who had understood your language.

When you told him that you were probably over reacting and just humiliating yourself by being 'so deep in sad mode' over a whole lot of nothing, he instantly was there to catch you and call you out. He emphasised the importance of your work, of the beautiful job you had done so far... but then halted, unsure of how to proceed.

This left you confused. He then picked his words in a strangely careful manner, and almost beginning to side with the customer, saying how maybe it was for the better, and that now at least you could relax and find another project...

"San. This is really unlike you. What is up with that personality switch?"

"What do you mean Y/N? It's nothing-"

"I have an ear for speech, San, if there is anyone who could be a bullshit filter, it is me."

Silence.

More silence.

You were about to call out to him again, when you hear a muffled, barely there whisper:

"I'm sorry..."

You were sent reeling. What did he mean? Why was he sorry?

"I... it was me. Y/N. I am sorry. I really did not mean it to turn out that way I-"

"Okay first of all, why?"

"I..."

"Second of all, whilst I am grateful for your support and stuff, it does make me uncomfortable."

"I'm-"

"Thirdly, actually you know what focus on point number one."

When you did not hear an answer, you tried again: "Hello? I am waiting."

"I like you."

"...What?" you were left in shock.

You had suppressed your feelings for San in the deepest caverns of your soul out of the terror that it was bound to be unrequited, but here you were. Listening to that same man who had supported you from the beginning of your career to now (and exposing yet another ridiculous attempt at that), who had read your quirks and style and knew you better than most. Listening to him confess.

"I... how do I say this... it has been a while. A long while. I have been trying to approach you but... I was either too shy for it, or the attempts were just ridiculous. So we- so I came up with this idea, to try and tell you... this book right. The Beauty of Falling in Love. It is... it spoke to me. And I had planned to give it to you piece by piece until I could then reveal myself to you... but then we started talking outside of that and then I panicked and- yeah, I am... I am just so sorry, this is confusing as hell."

"Wait... wait wait... this is... so were you paying me to get me to like you? Was that what you were doing?"

"GOSH! NO! NO, DON'T MISUNDERSTAND!"

"Look. As much as I do like bringing joy to people through my work, this crosses a line. And it's not the fact that you ordered something from me - hell, support the artist right? It's the fact that you decided to be somebody else. You decided to conceal yourself to talk to me. Like you did not trust me. Even though you want me to like you.

I'll be returning the money to you shortly. M-kay? And... talk on stage, I guess."

Before San could respond, you ended the call sharply. No more phone calls. They were cursed, apparently.

With these thoughts, and a heavy heart, you departed for Japan.

---

"Maybe... just maybe if you had seen it through and not abandoned ship... your ship could have sailed?"

"Yunho just because it's your idea does not mean is good!" San retorted, having recounted the story to the members, gone into full crisis mode.

"Hello!? You agreed? I am just generating ideas here."

"I think we all blew this out of proportion and did not consider risks... at all." Mingi interjected, massaging his temples.

"You guys, I have an idea-" Wooyoung began, but was quickly cut off by San, who was already half way out of the door.

"You know what? I am done with the ideas. I will just do what I think is right."

---

You were conflicted. In a way, you had gotten what you wanted. A confession from your crush that you had been quietly keeping in the shadows. But at the same time, your anxiety spiked. Were you that unapproachable that San had to have twisted everything to get to you? Was your work more entertaining than you could ever be?

With these thoughts, and a heavy heart, you departed for Japan.

If your presence was not explicitly required at the venue, you would not go. Once an event ended, you would leave. If anything, you were acting just like any employee would.

You were trying to bury the conflicting feelings that you were experiencing. To an extent, you felt disrespected. Like you had been mistreated via the means of 'i am using your translation services so you should love me'. And it was one unpleasant thought.

So, you stuck to what you knew and were more or less confident in. Words that were not yours. ideas that were not yours. Feelings that were not yours.

In a matter of an hour after the first small event, however, you could not sulk in your room how you wanted, thanks to a random slip of paper being shoved under your door. You ran across the room and slammed it open in an attempt to catch the culprit, but there was no one in sight.

You gingerly picked up the papers, and read. It was unmistakable. It was the next chapter of the book, with an interesting translation on another sheet of paper, and an additional note.

"I am sorry, and I can only hope that you will read this and let me fight. <3 San"

As much as you were ready to forgive him then and there, you decided that you wanted to see just how far he was going to go.

The next morning - another letter had arrived. The next chapter, a translation, and another note.

During filming for a morning show, San had shot you numerous glances in an attempt to see whether you were even reading what he had been Amazon Priming to your room, but with a cheeky smile dancing on your lips, you let your fun continue.

Another package.

And another.

And another. Until, finally, the last chapter had arrived. At least that was what you thought right up until the evening of the same day. You had assumed that it was going to now be your turn to act, or at least to start talking again, but a loud knock jolted you out of your thoughts.

And another.

And another knock on the door. This man was an unstoppable force.

"I... I translated the last one. Well, tried to."

"But there were only eleven stories-"

"Nope, twelve. Here."

You saw a two pieces of paper appear from under the door, just like before. Except instead of the Korean page being a scan from the book, it was evidently a document that either San... or somebody else, had typed up, and then managed to print.

To be respectful, you attempted to read the Japanese, but soon enough gave up since the kanji somehow managed to look cursive, and instead took the Korean text in your hands.

You took a seat with your back against the door and knees almost flush against your chest, and began to read, your heart rate picking up pace as soon as you saw "Dear Y/N,".

It began as a little story. A re-telling of how both of you had met, and how you had come to own a little space in his heart, eventually leading to him simply giving it to you.

"Did you know that you look so beautiful in those moments when you don't think anyone is watching? The more I think about it, the more I feel like it has been what had drawn me in. How you typed and typed on your phone. If time allowed, I liked to try guessing whether you were going to switch the keyboard at some point or not. How you were and are in your element. And of course, how you are, simply, you."

He recalled the moments that you two had shared. The levels of pride and admiration he felt when he saw you being approached and congratulated by the fans, and when he could take a moment to just enjoy what you did.

San moved to explaining 'the plan' to you, and though you were ready to scold him then and there (especially since there was the door between you that made confrontation easier), you could not help but admit that the general notion (aside from making affection and crushing on someone a monetary exchange - better not put feels on Etsy) was heartwarming.

As it turned out, both of you were shy dorks who could not act on feelings. Admittedly, one of you was a LOUD shy dork and the other a 'language is life but still can't read between the lines' shy dork, but at least you made it here.

San was a nervous wreck, barely stopping himself from either pacing up and down the corridor or going into a meltdown and lying face down on the carpet. He already looked suspicious enough as is, just standing by a random hotel number like a vampire who had been refused entry.

Or perhaps more accurately, like a cat who had been shut out of the house and was now desperately trying to claw its way back in.

But that stress was quickly washed away when your form suddenly appeared before him, peeking out, drowning in an oversized hoodie. The papers were still clenched in your hand as you motioned for San to come in.

You waited until he was right in the middle of the room before closing the door. Part of you was afraid that he was going to nope out at any moment. You needed the reassurance. The confidence that was normally there when you were working. But every fiber of your being was screaming in protest, wanting simply to hide.

You observed him. He looked like he was barely breathing.

"I... really I am... so sorry... again... I know that it was so fooli-"

"私でもあなたのことが好きだ..." (I like you too)

"eXCUSEME?!"

"All this translating and you still can't process?" you joked, but began to pull on the drawstrings of your hoodie in an attempt to make your face disappear.

"ohHH NoONOOO I just want to hear you say it in every language that you know!!!" San exclaimed and in a matter of seconds was inches away, peeking at what was not yet concealed by the fluffy cotton.

As he leaned closer and closer, flustering you (and himself) in the process and took both of your hands in his, in the last leap of bravery you whispered:

"Well that, you'll have to earn, San. And I don't take traditional currency."

"You will never let that go."

"Never ever, Choi San, it's a core memory now."

"Well hey at least it means you are not letting go of me~"

"Oh the way you twist words..."

"Like you twist me around your finger, not to give you an ego trip or anything..."

"It's 'wrap'. The correct word is 'wrap' around a finger."

"Okay you know what how about I translate it to body language?" he puckered his lips, making you giggle.

"As long as I don't need to correct grammatical errors."

"Now now I'd say I'm fluent."

The habit of sliding notes under your door or passing them to you did not stop - it only got stronger and became an 'any location', Mission Impossible note transfer agreement.

It had become something of a game, muddling languages together and writing near-nonsense just to sit there almost crying, trying not to laugh.

Soon enough, the game spread to Wooyoung, who would on occasion intercept the messages and add in his own flair, and soon enough to a curious Yunho and Mingi, who then turned it into impromptu paper plane throwing tournaments.

Really, the only reason why Hongjoong did not intercept was because you managed to at least keep the messages under strict PG rating and had good aim - with a saving swoop you had managed to return one such airmail right into San's lap during a fan sign, leading ATINY to give you an additional "aimbot" title.

It did not matter what the schedule was, you left each other encouraging notes (and without the other knowing, stored them away in your luggage).

"Good luck being the first one to get hair and makeup done..."

"Good luck with the translation deal on the book <3" (after an entire evening of a pouting and pleading San, you had reached out to the editors of the romance book you had translated for him, and now were in very promising negotiations)

You raced ahead, in time with each other, creating your own language.

The extended time ATEEZ had spent in Japan was coming to an end, and in the blink of an eye, it was the final concert. The "closing remarks", the epilogue.

You were prepared to interpret in full, as always. One member down. Another... finally, it was only San left. The other members were looking at him expectantly, while some sent glances in your approximate direction.

You took Hongjoong's tranquility and him nudging San in the shoulder as a sign that no, you will not have to pretend he said something different and double speak it - whatever he was about to do was, apparently, captain certified.

At that moment, San pulled out a note from a pocket that you had no idea even existed. The action seemed to have the same effect on ATINY as they "oooohed" - Yunho fake whispered into the microphone that San was now a part-time magician, so these things were the norm.

You had your microphone at the ready. With bated breath, you waited for San to begin. And that, he did.

In Japanese.

Grammatically correct, coherent and well-delivered Japanese.

Even though some of the phrases were obviously not his style and word selection, leading you to imagine him poring over this text like he was writing the declaration of independence with the boys, it was him. It was his feeling. It was his message.

Your arm fell to your side with a thud, and you were grateful that your microphone had been turned off for the time being. You caught yourself gaping, and had to forcibly compose yourself to reveal only a soft smile, as you took the scene in.

San was not exactly trying to hide that he was paying special attention to a specific part of the arena, with his body turned almost completely in your direction and only a few glances off to the sides and at the note.

"...and I hope that we will always be together, as one, and share this world. sometimes there may be struggle, there may be darkness, but WE," he makes a grand gesture with his hand, as if highlighting the area in front of him, but really it was just to, again, symbolise that certain someone at the forefront of his mind, "will last, and be the light."

The crowd roared, and you could allow yourself to internally combust as you watched ATEEZ wave, bow and bid their farewells.

Some things did not need a translation to be understood, and some things were not up for interpretation.

Like how San sprinted to you as soon as he was out of public sight. How he swept you off your feet both literally and metaphorically.

How Jongho muttered 'get a room', but still smiled at both of you when he passed by.

How, upon your return to South Korea, he had practically made it his mission to dote on you, and any moment he got, show that you were together.

Matching plushies? Check.

Basically exposing you both on Late Night Dive (though there was not really anything to expose because the entire ordeal was almost a live streamed ATEEZ drama)? Check.

Happily chatting away with ATINY about love and about finding it, sending loving stares your way? Check.

This was the love language you shared. No hiding, no scheming. Two native speakers, who found each other in translation.

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