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ATEEZ San- Weakness (oneshot)

Genre: mild angst, fluff, smut, arranged marriage au, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!San x reader (fem)

Word count:2.6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, oral (f receiving), dry humping, riding, clit play, protected sex.

“A lot of women here are beautiful, but she stands out. She is truly stunning,” San stated, taking a sip of the expensive wine offered at the party, eyes watching you—his wife of four months—while you conversed with other mafia wives.

You were dressed in a v-neck black gown that had a slit running up to a few inches above your mid-thigh. You were wearing a simple diamond necklace that San had given you a few weeks back, and he couldn’t stop himself from feeling happy that you chose to wear it today.

“And yet you never let her know that,” Wooyoung said to his bestfriend, reaching into his pocket to take his pocket knife out. “Sometimes, I feel like stabbing you,” he stated, holding the small knife up.

“Of course you do. She is your sister, after all,” San chuckled. “I do give her a lot of gifts every week. She’s content… or at least she seems to be.”

Wooyoung sighed, downing his sixth shot for the night. “Sannie, my sister isn’t like most women here in this hall who are content with a materialistic life. Y/N would’ve never married you if our father didn’t force her to. She always wanted to marry for love.”

San felt a slight ache in his chest. “I can never give her that. Love… it’s nothing but a weakness.”

Wooyoung snorted, downing another shot, having heard that sentence from San’s mouth ever since they became bestfriends three years ago. San’s father always told him that love was a weakness, especially in the mafia world; if a rival group knew you were madly in love with someone, the best way to get what they want is to kill the person you love.

“I know your father always told you that ever since you were young, but you need to give yourself a chance to experience it. Trust me, there’s no better feeling than love. And you really need to hurry up before Y/N reaches her limit and dumps your ass for another man.” San’s jaw clenched at the last sentence; he couldn’t even stand the thought of you in another man’s arms.

San was about to say something, but he saw you making your way towards him and your brother.

“Woo!” you hugged your twin brother tightly. “I missed you so much!”

“You’re squishing me!”

“Oops!” you laughed, pulling away from him with a bright smile that made San’s heart flutter.

San listened to you talk to Wooyoung about how you wanted to buy a yacht, mesmerized by how happy you were in your brother’s presence; it was something he rarely got to see as he’s cold and ignorant to you most of the time. He never wanted to be like that with someone as sweet as you, but he knew if he didn’t treat you like that, his true feelings for you would be exposed and you would become his weakness.

“Oh, excuse me for a moment,” you said when you spotted an old friend. You made your way towards the man. “Bae Jinyoung!” he turned to look at you, surprised to see you here.

“Oh? Jung Y/N?! Oh wait no, now you’re Choi Y/N,” he stated with a smirk. You chuckled, pulling him into a friendly hug, making San’s blood boil with jealously; he hated how you smiled and laughed with another man.

“Oh you look pissed off, I wonder why,” Wooyoung teased an evidently annoyed San.

“How does she know him?” San questioned, eyes never leaving you.

“Jinyoung is our childhood friend,” he took another shot. “And Y/N’s first love,” he added.

“What?!” San half-yelled, causing a few people nearby to briefly look at him. You glanced at your husband for a second before turning your attention back to Jinyoung, pissing San off further. “That was him?!” he asked in a lower volume. San knew you were in a friends-with-benefits relationship for almost two years; however, he wasn’t expecting it to be with Bae Jinyoung. San had nothing personal against the guy, but he just didn’t like the way Jinyoung boasted about his wealth and success when there were many other young mafia bosses who were as successful as him. He didn’t understand how an extremely humble woman like you would be into a man like that.

“Chill, they’re just friends now,” Wooyoung said with a smirk. San watched how you laughed with Jinyoung, feeling his heart ache; he knew it was his fault for being so cold to you, but he still wished you would be like that with him, too.

“If it affects you so much, pull your shit together and go get your woman,” Wooyoung stated.

San took a few deep breaths before he made his way towards you, surprising Wooyoung because San usually never listens to him.

“Babe, it’s getting late,” San said, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Let’s go home, yeah?” he placed a soft kiss on your head. You froze in shock for a second, wondering why he was suddenly being so nice and affectionate to you, especially in public. Once he let you go, you cleared your throat.

“Until next time, huh?” Jinyoung said to you with a wide smile. You chuckled and nodded, giving him a quick hug while you told him to take care before leaving with San.

-

As soon as you got home, San went straight to his room. You wanted to ask him about the kiss he had placed on your head, but you decided against it, coming to the conclusion that he just didn’t want other people to gossip about you conversing alone with another man who happened to be your ex-lover.

You moved to your closet, removing your clothes and jewelry. You wore clean panties and a large t-shirt before going to the bathroom to take your makeup off.

Once you were done, you went to the kitchen to fill up the water bottle you kept beside your bed. San was in the living room, going through some documents about a drug deal his gang was going to make with an international mafia gang. He was shirtless, only wearing his gray sweatpants.

After you filled your water bottle, you tried to reach for the jar of stroopwafels that San had brought from his trip to Amsterdam.

San made his way towards the kitchen to get a drink, stopping in his tracks when he saw you standing on your tippy toes, trying to reach the jar. He couldn’t help himself from checking you out. Your t-shirt had risen up your thighs to your hips, revealing the red panties you were wearing. San took a deep breath, trying not to seem bothered while he moved right behind you to get the jar down for you, placing it on the counter.

You turned around, a little flustered by how close he was. “Thank you,” you mumbled shyly, trying your best to not look at his bare upper half.

San chuckled, noticing everything. “You can look at me, it’s okay,” he said, amused by your stunned expression and the pink shade coloring your cheeks. He leaned forward a little, placing his arms on the counter, trapping you in between his muscular arms. “I am your husband, after all.” San slowly leaned in, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. He stopped just a centimeter away. “Fuck, you make me feel so many unexplainable things,” he murmured, pulling away. He gave you a small smile before walking back to the couch, continuing his previous task of reading the documents, leaving you standing all alone in the kitchen, utterly stunned by his actions.

You snorted, realizing what just happened. You made your way towards your husband, letting your eyes roam over his toned upper half this time. You gently took the documents away from his hands, tossing it onto the adjacent couch.

“You can’t just leave me like that,” you climbed onto his lap, “after saying such things.” you straddled him, and this time it was his turn to be surprised and flustered by your bold actions.

San quickly composed himself. “What are you gonna do about it?” he questioned with a smirk, hands moving to grip your bare thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in, brushing your lips against his. “This,” you whispered, pressing yourself down on his bulge, causing him to suck in a breath. San’s hands gripped your thighs tighter while you gently moved on his growing bulge. You crashed your lips onto his, letting out a gasp when his hands moved to grip your ass. San kissed you back passionately, enjoying the way your hands moved to tug on his black hair. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter while San moved you faster on his bulge.

You pulled away, gently pulling at the ends of his hair. “I want you.”

San looked quite hesitant, wondering if you really wanted to take it to the next level despite everything. His hand reached up to cup your cheek. “Are you sure?” he asked, gently stroking your skin with his thumb.

“Yes… please,” you begged, leaning your forehead against his.

San couldn’t refuse. He picked you up, placing an arm below your ass to support your weight while your legs wrapped around him. He carried you to his room, heartbeat racing faster and faster with every step.

He placed you on his bed, eyes never leaving you while you pulled your large t-shirt over your head, exposing your upper half. San gently pushed you onto your back, hovering above you. His lips latched onto your neck, kissing around the area until you let out a whimper, signaling that he found your sweet spot. San began sucking and nibbling on the spot, making sure to leave a mark. He trailed kisses down from your neck to your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while he rolled the other one with his fingers. He gave the same treatment to the other one before moving down your body, stopping at the waistband of your panties. He looked up, asking for your permission. When you nodded, he pulled your soaked panties down your legs, tossing it somewhere in the room.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” San said, eyes taking in the sight of you naked, your glistening pussy on full display for him.

He situated himself in between your legs, spreading them further apart. He gave your clit a few kitten licks before taking your nub into his mouth, gently sucking on it.

“San!” you moaned, hands reaching down to grab his hair while he sucked on your nub. “Fuck! It feels so good.” Your legs tried to close, but he forced them open. Your chest heaved while your husband ate you out like a starved man. “S-San, I want you in me right now!” he hummed in response, the vibration causing your walls to clench. He left your clit to collect your wetness with his tongue, satisfied by how wet you were.

San pulled away, licking his lips. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” He took his sweatpants off along with his hip briefs, exposing his hard cock that was already leaking with precum. He reached for his bedside table, taking a condom out from the drawer. He quickly tore the packet and slid the condom onto his length while you admired his well built body.

San leaned down to kiss you. “Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded and he positioned himself at your entrance. He slowly entered you, causing you to clench at the sudden stretch that you haven’t experienced in a long time. He continued to push in until you were completely filled up. You took a couple of seconds to adjust to his size. “You can move now.”

San began thrusting into you slowly at first, just wanting to feel you and the way you clenched around him. “Fuck, babe, you’re soo tight,” he commented, eyes scrunching shut in pleasure when your walls tightened around him. He leaned forward to capture your lips with his own in a slow, sensual kiss. You moaned into his mouth when you felt him hit your spot. He pulled away to kiss your neck while your nails ran down the expanse of his back. “S-San,” you mewled. “I wanna ride you, please.” He looked up at you with a smirk.

“What my baby wants, my baby gets.” He pulled out of you to sit against the pillows. You straddled his lap, sinking down onto his cock. You immediately started bouncing on his length, wasting no time. “Fuck, babe!” San moaned, hands moving to grip your hips. “Slow down, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”

You smirked, moving even faster, making him groan in pleasure. San watched your boobs bounce while you threw your head back, feeling him repeatedly hit your spot. You felt the knot forming in your lower area. “San, I'm—” you couldn’t even finish your sentence due to the intense pleasure.

“I know, me too,” he managed to say through grunts. His hands moved to grip your ass, making you move even faster. The sound of your moans and skin clapping filled the air, and a thin layer of sweat formed on San’s body, making it slightly glisten under the light.

“Baby, come for me,” he said, rubbing your clit in circular motions. Your legs shook and your walls wildly clenched around him. You yelled out San’s name when you reached your high, a great euphoric feeling taking over your entire body. San came right after you, spilling into the condom. You moved on him a few more times, milking him dry, before you got off of him, collapsing beside him while you tried to control your breathing. San kissed your head before moving to dispose the used condom in the trash-can in his bathroom. He turned on the water in the whirlpool tub, knowing how much you loved it.

“How do feel?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You smiled up at him. “I feel amazing, so ecstatic… I can’t even describe it.”

San chuckled, his dimples showing. He gently picked you up bridal-style, carrying you to his bathroom. He settled down in the large tub, pulling you against his body, feeling like he was on cloud nine.

Although San was taught that love is nothing but a weakness, he knew he had fallen hard for you. If this is what it felt like to have a weakness, he was ready to risk it all.

Choi San—A whole damn masterpiece.

Genre: angst, fluff, suggestive, university au.

Pairing: badboy!San x reader (fem)

Word Count:7.3K

Warnings: profanities, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of bullying and cheating, drink spiking, and attempted sexual assault.

Except Ateez, all other names are fictional.

“I don’t understand how these stupid people party here when we’ve got exams in two weeks,” your bestfriend, Doyeon, muttered under her breath while scribbling down some notes. You both were at a café in your university, studying for the upcoming exams.

You chuckled, glancing up at her from your notebook. “Your boyfriend is one of those stupid people who are partying right now.”

She rolled her eyes. “Believe me, I want to smack Yunho with this,” she held up her notebook, making you snort. “I’m surprised you don’t get frustrated when San is literally doing the same thing.”

“Well, it’s his life,” you said. “I’m not his parent who can nag at him to study.”

San and you have been dating for a little over eight months now; other than Doyeon and San’s friends, no one else knew about your relationship. Doyeon and Yunho were also dating for a while now. You both didn’t really know why the boys didn’t want other people to know about your relationship, but you both just went with the flow despite witnessing girls throwing themselves at them everyday. Doyeon was really calm about the whole situation, but you actually weren’t even though you never let it show; you were quite worried about San leaving you for other women who were like him. You never understood why he’s dating someone like you: the type who rarely parties, rarely drinks, never smokes, decently studies and gets good grades, never gets involved in fights; the opposite of him, basically.

Doyeon was about to say something, but your conversation was interrupted by someone who suddenly sat beside you in your booth, placing a textbook on the table. “Don’t mind me, ladies,” one of your university’s badboys, Kangmin, said. “There was no place to sit, so here I am.”

Ji Kangmin was handsome, and a typical badboy from what you’ve heard. You didn’t really know much about him personally, but you knew his friend group and your boyfriend’s group were rivals and often got into fights.

“I’m surprised you’re here,” Doyeon stated, raising an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be at some party?”

“I don’t party when exams are near,” he said with a small smile. “I know I don’t have a good reputation, but unlike other people here who have the same reputation as me, I actually want to score well and decently graduate.” You were stunned, not expecting to hear that from someone like him. Well, maybe all badboys aren’t the same.

-

“Babe!” San whined sleepily when you pulled his blanket off his body. “God, my head fucking hurts.”

“Serves you right for drinking all night,” you said, running a hand through his messy black hair.

“But the party was epic,” he mumbled, eyes closing at the way you played with his hair.

After a few minutes, San took some painkillers and got up to take a shower. When he finished, he immediately pulled you into a hug. “I missed you,” he said, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You chuckled. “You saw me yesterday morning.”

“But that was in class,” he murmured, placing soft kisses on your neck, making your heart race. “I didn’t get to talk to you.”

“Then maybe you should start talking to me in class,” you said and immediately regretted it when you felt San tense up.

San moved a step back to look at you. “Babe, you know I can’t do that,” he stated. “I don’t want people to know about us or start—”

“Yeah, I know,” you cut him off with a small smile, hiding your disappointment. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s fine,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Let’s go have breakfast, yeah?”

“Um, actually, I have to go back to my dorm,” you said, making San frown and ask why. “I’ve got a study session with Doyeon,” you lied; you just didn’t feel like being here at the moment.

San sighed, cupping your cheeks. “Babe, you study so much. These exams don’t matter much.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “San, these are end of the first semester exams. They’re extremely important.”

San didn’t say anything; he only leaned down to capture your lips with his own. “Stay for a little while, please,” he murmured against your lips. Before you could protest, he kissed you again, this time more passionately. He gently pushed you onto his bed, hovering above you before reconnecting your lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck, playing with the hair at his nape. One of San’s hands slipped under your blouse, moving to cup your breast, giving it a squeeze. You gasped due to his actions and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. Your phone began ringing but both of you ignored it. You were getting wetter by the second and you could feel San’s growing bulge pressing against you. When your phone rang for the fourth time, San pulled away with an annoyed sigh. You chuckled, getting up from his bed to get your phone from your bag.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Where are you?! Class is gonna start in ten minutes!” Doyeon exclaimed.

“What? What class? All our classes were canceled for today.”

“Mr. Byun said he’s gonna take class today. Didn’t you check your email?”

“Fuck. I’ll be there in five.” You hung up and quickly checked your reflection in San’s mirror, reapplying your lip balm and tying your hair into a ponytail. San’s eyes were on you the entire time.

“Are you ditching your lovely boyfriend for a class?” San asked with a pout. “Especially when you made him get all hard?”

“Yes,” you replied with a small giggle. “I’ll make it up to you when I’m done, I promise.” you placed a quick kiss on his lips before rushing to your dorm to collect your stuff.

-

“Can I sit here?” you heard someone ask, making you look up from your notebook. Ji Kangmin was giving you a small smirk. “Seats are full.”

“Go ahead,” you said, returning your attention back onto your books. Fortunately, Kangmin studied quietly, not disturbing you even once.

“Why is this so hard?” you muttered under your breath, eyebrows furrowing in irritation due to the differentiation problem you’ve been breaking your head for.

“Need help?” Kangmin asked.

“Are you good at calculus?”

He snorted, showing you the cover of his textbook. “I’m a math major, darling.” Your eyes widened, not expecting that at all. “I thought you knew but you clearly don’t,” he said with a chuckle. “But I know you’re a computer science major.” He reached for your notebook, scanning through what you’ve written. “Ah, so this is where you went wrong,” he murmured before explaining everything to you.

After a good three hours of studying, you got up and stretched your arms. Kangmin helped you with a few sums and told you many tricks and tips to save time and make the problems easier to solve. He walked with you to your dorm building since his was right opposite yours. You caught a few people staring at the two of you, but you brushed it off; Kangmin was popular, so obviously they would stare. You had to admit, it felt quite weird to see people staring at you. You were sure they all would react the same way if you were with San.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Kangmin grinned, running his hand through his brown hair. You nodded with a smile before entering your dorm building.

-

You spent the entire week studying with Kangmin and sometimes Doyeon joined the two of you. You were really anxious about the exams, but Kangmin managed to make you calm down a little; you were really grateful for his company.

“So Jihoon asked me out and I said yes!” Hyewon said, making you and Doyeon squeal.

“Girl! I told you this day would come!” Doyeon exclaimed, making Hyewon blush. You and Doyeon teased her for blushing, laughing at how her cheeks got even pinker.

San secretly glanced at you from across the classroom, smiling at the sight of you laughing; he thought you were absolutely beautiful.

“What’s he doing here?” Jongho muttered, making San and Mingi follow his line of sight.

“Probably here to find someone to fuck,” Mingi said in an unbothered tone.

San focused his attention back on you until that very person tapped your shoulder. “Why the fuck is he talking to my girl?!”

You turned to look at the person who tapped your shoulder. “Oh, hey, Kangmin! What are you doing here?” you asked.

He pulled a notebook from his bag, handing it over to you. “I accidentally took your notebook yesterday, so I came to return it,” he said. “Sorry about that.”

“Oh no, it’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you smiled. He was about to say something, but your professor arrived, so he had to leave and go to his own class.

After the lecture ended, you had lunch with Doyeon, Hyewon, and Jihoon at your dorm’s dining hall. You couldn’t help but gush about how great Hyewon and Jihoon’s chemistry was; they were the cutest couple you have ever seen.

Your phone rang and you picked it up as it was San. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” San asked, sounding a little annoyed.

“At my dorm’s dining hall,” you replied. “Why?”

“Come to your room right now,” he said and hung up before you could say anything. You quickly had the last few bites of your food before excusing yourself, telling your friends you had some work to do.

You made your way over to your room, spotting San right outside your door, wearing a blue hoodie with the hood up and a black mask. You unlocked your door with your key-card, feeling a little anxious due the serious look in your boyfriend’s eyes. He closed the door before moving to sit on your bed.

“Sannie, what’s wrong?” you asked, moving to stand in front of him. He stared up at you, staying silent for a while before he took off his mask, tossing it on your desk.

“Why did Ji Kangmin talk to you today?”

“He accidentally took my notebook yesterday so he came to return it,” you answered honestly.

San raised an eyebrow. “Yesterday? Why were you with him yesterday?” he asked in a stern tone.

“We were studying. He was helping me with calculus.”

San scoffed, getting off your bed. “I’m sure that’s not what his true intentions are. Stay away from him.” San’s words annoyed you.

“And how do you know what his true intentions are?” you asked. “We were literally just studying, that’s all.”

“I don’t fucking like him, Y/N. He isn’t a good person and I don’t want him anywhere near you. So please just stay away from him.”

You sighed, glancing at the tiny cat tattoo on San’s finger. “Fine…”

San gently cupped your cheek, making you look at him. He didn’t like how disappointed you looked and he couldn’t help but think about Kangmin stealing you away from him. “Baby… please trust me, he’s just trying to get into your pants.” You wanted to tell him that all those girls who flirt with him wanted the same, but you knew he already knew that and he liked the attention he got.

“Okay…” You moved away from him, picking up your textbook from your desk and placing it on your bed. “Do you wanna study with me?” you asked San.

“Nah, I’m not in the mood to study.”

“You never are,” you snorted, earning a wink from him.

“You study, I’ll just take a nap here beside you,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead, lying down on your bed.

“Don’t try anything, San,” you warned him, lying down beside him. He chuckled, placing an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

San fell asleep while you studied. When you took a small break, you couldn’t help but admire your sleeping boyfriend; he looked so angelic… ethereal, even. You placed a light kiss on his cheek before slowly getting off the bed to go to the bathroom.

When you came back, San was awake. “How long did I sleep?” he asked in a raspy voice.

“Almost two hours,” you said, returning to your bed.

“Oh… oh crap! I should get ready. I’ve got a party to go to tonight,” he said, stretching his arms. “Do you wanna come?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You already know my answer to that.”

He chuckled, kissing your head. “Have fun studying, babe.”

—

“Finally!” Doyeon yelled in happiness. “We’re finally done after two weeks of torture!”

“Thank god we have an entire week off,” you said, gently massaging your aching wrist.

“These exams were way harder than I expected,” Hyewon said and you agreed. “You both are coming for Kang Hyunsuk’s party tonight, right?”

“Of course! It’s in a huge mansion, you know? Besides, I need to get drunk and laid in luxury,” Doyeon said, making you and Hyewon laugh.

You quickly got ready at Doyeon’s dorm in the evening before taking a cab to Kang Hyunsuk’s mansion that was fortunately not too far away.

The mansion was decorated with LED lights inside and out. The large hall was converted into a dance floor and he even hired a DJ. You were sure more than half of the students at your college was here, and there were certainly a lot of people from the neighboring colleges as well.

Doyeon grabbed your hand, pulling you to the large kitchen where the drinks and snacks were. You both took two shots of vodka each before you greeted some of your classmates. Doyeon was already really tipsy due to her poor alcohol tolerance. On the other hand, you took another shot and you were still quite sober.

“Wow, Y/N, you look so hot!” Hyewon said, approaching you with Jihoon.

You were wearing a lacy dusty-rose bralette with black ripped jeans and combat boots. The bralette showed off more cleavage than you’d usually show, but you were feeling a little extra today.

You noticed Yunho approaching the kitchen with Seonghwa and Hongjoong, his eyes scanning Doyeon from head to toe. You nudged Doyeon with your elbow, gesturing to Yunho with your eyes. She glanced around, eyes landing on Yunho who gave her a smirk. She smiled at him before moving towards him. She whispered something in his ears, making him drag her away immediately. You weren’t expecting your bestfriend to ditch you this early, but oh well.

“Hey Y/N,” Seonghwa greeted you. “Have you seen San or Jongho?”

“Nope, I came to the kitchen as soon as I got here,” you replied, pouring yourself another shot.

“Ah, all right.” Seonghwa and Hongjoong took a drink before they disappeared into the crowd.

One of your friends dragged you outside to the area beside the swimming pool; she wanted to introduce you to some people from another university. You spotted San, Jongho, Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yeosang on the other of the pool, surrounded by girls as usual. There were a few guys there and they were all playing a game of spin the bottle. There was a girl sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, and that annoyed you a lot. You couldn’t do anything about it since San didn’t want anyone to know about your relationship. When you got to see the girl’s face, your eyes widened; it was your ex-bestfriend, Park Hyejoo. You scoffed in disbelief; San knew who she was and what she did to you in high school, yet he let her sit on his lap. You tried not to pay attention to them by focusing on the conversation your friend was having with the people she had introduced you to. It somewhat worked… until you heard cheers and whistles which caught everyone’s attention.

Hyejoo’s face was buried in San’s neck, no doubt giving him a hickey. He wasn’t even pushing her away. You felt your eyes tear up, but you blinked it away. You couldn’t look away until she pulled away. And then she kissed him, causing you to gasp.

“Why are you so surprised?” your drunk friend asked you. “She fucks around as much as Choi San does. I even heard they’re fuck buddies.”

San pulled away from Hyejoo, but he only smirked at her, making no effort to push her off his lap. Yeosang—who was sitting beside San—noticed you watching, and he immediately elbowed San. “You fucked up big time, bro,” Yeosang murmured in his ear.

“What do you mean?” San asked.

“Y/N’s over there. She saw everything.”

San glanced around until his eyes found your disappointed and sad ones. He wasn’t even expecting you to attend the party. He scanned you from head to toe, eyes darkening due to the way you looked in that outfit.

“You dumb fuck,” Yeosang muttered, low enough for only San to hear. “Are you seriously eye-fucking her right now? Put your damn reputation aside and go talk to her before you fuck shit up more, idiot!”

San excused himself, pushing your ex-bestfriend off his lap, making his way over to you. But of course, he couldn’t be seen with you, so he just gestured with his head for you to follow him. Even though you were so upset, you followed him a few seconds later. He stopped at the garden where there was no one; you could still hear the blasting music from here.

San was dressed in all black and he looked absolutely irresistible. You would’ve asked him to fuck you right here against the wall, but you were damn pissed at the moment.

“Damn, babe,” he said, lips pulling into a smirk. “My girl’s looking so hot.” He reached out to pull you into his arms, but you took a step back. San frowned. “Babe…”

“You knew what Hyejoo did to me,” you said with a bitter chuckle. “And you let her sit on your lap.” You pointed at the hickey on his neck. “You let her do that to you despite the fact that you have a girlfriend, who is in fact, standing right in front of you!” You would never lash out like this if it wasn’t for the alcohol in your system. Hyejoo bullied you a lot in high school to the point where you had to change schools. San knew every little detail of what Hyejoo did, and you remembered how angry he was when you told him about it.

“Babe, calm down, please,” San said softly.

“Calm down? You want me to calm down?! That fucking bitch was sitting on your fucking lap the entire time and she gave you a damn hickey! You didn’t even stop her!”

“It was just a dare and—”

You scoffed. “And what about the kiss?”

“She kissed me. I didn’t kiss back, I swear!”

“And you made no effort to push her off your damn lap even after that, right?”

San sighed; he really didn’t want to fight with you right now. “I think you’re overreacting, Y/N. Like I said, it was only a dare.”

“Yeah, how about I go sit on another man’s lap and suck his neck, hmm? I fucking bet you would love that,” you chuckled bitterly. San clenched his jaw at your words; if that were to ever happen, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch that guy.

“That’s not going to happen,” he placed his hands on your bare waist, pulling you against his body. “Let’s not fight, okay?” he murmured, kissing your head.

You moved away from him, eyeing the hickey on his neck with disgust. “Fuck off, San,” you mumbled. “I need a damn drink.” Before San could could say anything, you made your way to the table of drinks beside the pool. You quickly downed three shots, eyes closing at the way the liquid burned your throat.

“Woah, woah, slow down there. You’ll choke,” you heard someone say from behind you.

“Who gives a fuck?” you muttered.

“Well, I certainly do, darling,” Kangmin said, moving to stand in front of you. “You look really nice, even though you look like you could murder someone right now.”

You glanced at San who returned back to where he was sitting before. Hyejoo started clinging to him, and he made no effort to do anything about it again. You rolled your eyes, not even surprised that your words went into San’s ears and left just as fast. “Believe me, I want to,” you said, feeling the alcohol starting to hit you harder.

“I don’t know who pissed you off, but loosen up, yeah?” Kangmin said, pouring himself a drink. You noticed the tattoos all over his arms, one of them catching your eye. You grabbed his arm, trying to get a better look. “It’s a… squirting dick?” you tried to control yourself from laughing.

“My friend’s a tattoo artist and he tattooed it on me without telling me,” he said with a chuckle.

“I want one too,” you whined. “I want one now.”

“What? A squirting dick?”

You lightly punched his bicep, swaying a little due to the effect of the alcohol in your system. “No, a good tattoo!”

“You’re drunk right now, darling,” he chuckled. “It’s never a good idea to get a tattoo when you’re drunk, trust me.”

You pouted. “But I want a tattoo.”

He placed his cup on the table and moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “I promise I’ll take you to get a tattoo this week, okay? Now, let’s go dance, hmm?” You nodded, letting him drag you inside to the dance floor.

San saw everything and his hands clenched into fists. He was so tempted to punch Kangmin and yell at him to stay away from you, but he couldn’t risk his reputation like that; he didn’t want anyone to know about your relationship no matter what. San went to where you were standing before, taking a tequila shot while he wondered what to do.

“Ji Kangmin and Y/N? Damn!” San overheard someone say.

“I didn’t expect him to make a move on her,” the other person said. “She’s a goody two shoes and he’s far from that.”

“Kangmin likes women like that actually,” the first person said. “And Y/N is very pretty. I’m not very surprised that he went for her.”

“Hmm. They do look great together. He seems to like her a lot, no? I saw him walk her to her dorm last week.” San’s jaw clenched and he quickly made his way inside, searching for you. The dance floor was so crowded, he couldn’t even get a glimpse of you anywhere. He tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up. He tried calling Doyeon, but she didn’t pick up as well.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath, moving through tons of drunk, sweaty people, trying to find you.

After nearly fifteen minutes, he found you sitting alone on of the sofas, head resting on the armrest. “Y/N!”

“Kangmin…?” you lifted your head. “Oh, it’s you.”

“We’re leaving,” San said, grabbing your hand.

“No, f-fuck you,” you hiccupped. “Go fuck off to Hyejoo.” San ignored your words, taking his phone out to book a cab to his apartment. He helped you stand up and pulled you along with him. You wanted to protest, but your body was aching and you really just wanted to sleep.

You fell asleep on San’s shoulder in the cab. He carried you bridal style and unlocked his door with the passcode, moving to his bedroom. He gently placed you on the bed and removed your boots. You opened your eyes due to the movement, feeling quite sick. “San…” you murmured. “I think I’m gonna throw up.” San quickly lifted you up and took you to the bathroom, holding your hair back while you threw up in his toilet. He gently rubbed your back until you were done.

You brushed your teeth with the toothbrush you kept at San’s place, and you took a quick hot shower, sobering a little. San gave you one of his t-shirts to wear and he dried your hair for you.

As soon as your head landed on the pillow, you fell asleep.

-

When you woke up, your head was pounding terribly. You slowly opened your eyes, immediately recognizing that you were in San’s apartment; you couldn’t remember much of what happened last night. You moved to his bathroom to take a painkiller and finish your morning routine. After you took a shower, you wore one of his black hoodies with one of your shorts that you usually kept at his place.

You felt a pair of muscly arms wrap around you. “You look so good in my clothes,” San murmured, placing a kiss on your head. You turned around in his arms, titling your head back to look at him. You were about to wrap your arms around his neck, but your eyes landed on the hickey on his neck, reminding you of the events that happened last night, making you immediately pull yourself away from his embrace.

San frowned. “Babe—”

“San,” you start. “Is your reputation that important that you can’t even push another girl away when she’s throwing herself at you? Especially when you know just how terrible that girl is?” you asked.

San took your hands in his. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have let—”

“But you still did,” you argued. “Why don’t you want to tell people about us, San? Is it because I’m not like you or your friends? Do you think I’m not attractive enough to be next to you?” He didn’t say anything. “I feel like you’re just using me,” you continued, remembering the amount of times you’ve heard people say San only screws around. “Do you even love me?” The last question made San freeze. You had fallen in love with San months ago, but he didn’t know and probably wouldn’t have even noticed.

You waited for him to say something, but he only kept quiet, eyes fixated to the floor. “San, I think we should just,” you gulped, eyes tearing up again. “We should b-break up. I really can’t tolerate this anymore…” Your words felt like knifes were constantly slicing his heart. “Don’t you have anything to say?” you asked, hoping he would fight for you or convince you that continuing this relationship is worth it. You wished he would change.

“How can I when you’ve already made up your mind?” San murmured, avoiding your eyes. “If you think breaking up is what’s best then okay…” he wanted to say much more. He wanted to beg you to not leave him. He wanted to tell you just how much he loved you. But he couldn’t. Even if he tried, he just couldn’t.

“I’ll collect my stuff from here tomorrow,” you mumbled, putting your boots on. San could only nod as he watched you.

Before you could leave, San stopped you. “I… I just wanted to ask you… if you ever,” he took a deep breath. “If you ever loved me.”

You smiled sadly. “It doesn’t matter,” you whispered, but it was loud enough for him to hear you. “Take care, San,” you mumbled before walking out the door, shattering his heart.

-

“You fucked up even more,” Yeosang said, watching San smoke a cigarette.

“That’s very helpful. Makes me feel great,” San stated sarcastically, blowing the smoke to the air.

“No offense, Sannie, but I agree with Yeosang,” Hongjoong said. “You should’ve told her how you felt instead of keeping quiet.”

“I know,” San sighed. “But she already made up her mind.”

“Dude, you’re really dense,” Wooyoung stated. “She asked you if you had something to say. That translates to ‘fight for me.’ I don’t think you’ve noticed, but Y/N is definitely in love with you.”

San’s head shot up. “She wouldn’t have broken up with me if she really loved me, Woo.”

Seonghwa groaned in frustration. “If I was in Y/N’s place, I would dump your stupid ass too.”

“Agreed,” Yeosang said. “I told you before, San, your reputation is going to fuck up everything. You need to let go of your past as well before it’s too late.”

“Ji Kangmin’s got his eyes on her,” Mingi stated. “I heard his friends talking about it.”

“Yeah, I heard that too. Y/N is close to him,” Jongho added.

San rolled his eyes, taking a drag from the cigarette. “He has nothing else to do other than stealing the girls I like.”

“Exactly, and you’re letting him do it again,” Yunho said, taking the cigarette away from San and crushing it with his shoes. “You have to make a decision Sannie. Either you sort things out with Y/N, or you lose the woman you love to that very bastard again.”

—

“So you had the hots for Y/N, huh?” Kangmin asked San while he waited in line to order his drink.

“That’s none of your business,” San said in a cold tone to his ex-bestfriend.

“I saw you talking to her privately that day,” he said, referring to the party you attended almost two weeks ago. San ignored his words. “I don’t know what was going on between the two of you,” Kangmin continued. “But whatever it was, I’m glad it didn’t last long. I want to make her mine.”

San scoffed. “You just want to get into her pants.”

Kangmin snorted. “Obviously. But after spending two weeks with her, without you around, I’m quite interested. Y/N is gorgeous and has a great personality. She’s a rare gem, you know? I bet she’d be just as wonderful in bed and tastes as sweet as she loo—”

San took a step towards Kangmin, grabbing the collar of his shirt. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll break your damn face!” San warned.

“Ohhh, I’m so scared,” he teased, pushing San away. “Fuck off, Choi San. Someone like Y/N doesn’t deserve a bastard like you. You weren’t and will never be good enough for her.” San chose to ignore him, not wanting to cause a big scene at the café. Kangmin’s words stabbed him in the heart. San always thought he wasn’t good enough for you, but he never expected to hear anyone say it out loud.

Kangmin’s phone started ringing and he couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face. “Hey, gorgeous,” he answered, loud and clear. “I’m at the café near your building, getting you your favorite drink and some cupcakes. I’ll pick you up from class.”

“That won’t be necessary,” you replied, pushing the door of the café to enter. You instantly spotted Kangmin and made your way towards him, unaware of San who was standing right behind him. “Hi!” you said to Kangmin who hung up once he saw you.

“Hey, beautiful! How was class?” he asked, secretly glancing at San; you still hadn’t noticed San as your back was facing him.

“Ugh, tiring. I hate extra classes. I couldn’t understand any—” your phone started ringing, interrupting your sentence. You answered the call as it was from your bestfriend.

“Where are you?” Doyeon asked.

“At the café near our dorm,” you replied.

“Come over fast, we have to get ready for Hyewon’s party. She wants us to come early cause she needs help.”

“I’ll be there in a bit.”

-

“I didn’t expect any of them to be here,” you said to Doyeon while drinking some whiskey and coke from a red cup, watching your ex-boyfriend converse with his infamous group of friends; they usually went clubbing on Saturday nights. “Aren’t you gonna go over to Yunho?”

“I don’t wanna ditch you,” she answered. You gently pushed her in Yunho’s direction.

“Go, I’ll be fine.”

Before she could reply, Kangmin wrapped his arms around you, startling you a little. Doyeon gave you a wink before making her way towards her boyfriend, leaving you with Kangmin.

“Can we talk?” he whispered in your ear, making sure to move closer to your body once he noticed San watching. You nodded, letting him pull you upstairs. You had gotten quite close to Kangmin these last two weeks; you were really glad to have a friend like him. He distracted you from the pain you felt from not being with San anymore.

Kangmin gently pushed against the wall, trapping you between his arms. You gasped. “What are you doing?”

“I like you, Y/N,” he confessed with a smile. “I wanna date you.” Before you could say anything, he kissed you. You were a little too shocked, so you let him kiss you for a few seconds. When you regained your senses, you pushed him away. He stared at you, confused by your actions.

“Kangmin, I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way…”

Kangmin rolled his eyes. “It’s cause of Choi San, isn’t it?”

“No,” you lied. Of course it’s cause of San. You were still in love with him. You didn’t want to date anyone until you got over him. “I only see us as friends, Kangmin,” you stated honestly. “You’re a really good friend and I don’t want to lose you.”

Kangmin sighed. “Okay, let’s just forget about this. Let’s have a drink, hmm?” You nodded, following him downstairs to the kitchen.

You were talking to one of your friends while Kangmin got a drink for you.

“Thanks,” you said, taking the cup from him. You took a sip of your drink. It tasted a little salty, but you didn’t mind. You felt yourself relaxing a little while you nodded your head to the music. By the time you finished your drink, you felt pretty lightheaded. You clinged to Kangmin’s arm. “Hey, could you take me to the couch?” you requested, words slurred. “I don’t feel very good…”

“Of course,” Kangmin lifted you into his arms, bridal style. He carried you upstairs into one of the rooms, shutting the door behind him with his foot. He placed you on the bed. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” he said, licking his lips while he took your crop-top off. You didn’t know what was happening and your vision was really blurry. Kangmin pushed you onto your back before hovering above you. The sudden movement made your head spin even more, causing you to pass out. “Oh, too bad she couldn’t stay conscious for this…” he murmured to himself. He ran his hands up from your jean-clad legs to the soft skin of your abdomen before reaching behind your body to unclasp your bra. Before he could pull the piece of clothing away from your body, the door swung open.

“You fucking bastard!” San yelled, pushing Kangmin off of you. Jongho and Hongjoong were right behind San.

“What the fuck, dude?!” Kangmin yelled. “Get out! Can’t you see we’re busy?!” His words pissed Jongho off. He immediately grabbed Kangmin by the collar and punched him twice in the nose. Kangmin fell to the floor, holding his broken, bloody nose in pain. Jongho wanted to punch him one more time, but Hongjoong held him back. “Don’t. You’ll end up killing him.”

San started crying when he saw your passed out form; he couldn’t even think about what would’ve happened if his friends didn’t overhear Kangmin’s friends talking about him spiking your drink. San clasped your bra back and put your crop-top on you before he lifted you into his arms. “I’m taking her to my apartment,” he said to his friends.

“I’ll drive you,” Hongjoong offered.

-

When you woke up, you immediately recognized your surroundings. You had absolutely no idea of how you ended up in your ex-boyfriend’s bedroom.

Your head was pounding and you wondered what time it was as it was really sunny outside. Before you could get off San’s bed, he entered the room.

“You’re awake,” he said softly, relief clear in his eyes. “Take a shower and come eat. You must be really hungry.”

“What happened? What’s the time right now?” you questioned, your heart racing at the mere sight of him in a lilac hoodie and black sweatpants.

“I’ll tell you after you eat,” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s three in the afternoon. Doyeon got some clothes for you. There’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, getting up to go to the bathroom.

After you took a shower, you made your way to San’s kitchen. You took a seat at the dining table, looking at all the different dishes on the table.

“You made all this?”

San shook his head. “I wasn’t able to cook today. Wooyoung and Seonghwa made it. They left a few minutes ago.” You noticed how tensed and sad he was; you wanted to ask him what was bothering him, but you knew he wouldn’t answer your question until you ate.

You both ate in a comfortable silence. You tried to recall the events from last night, but you weren’t able to. You frowned, wondering if you really drank that much.

“Are you all right, San?” you asked, settling on his couch after you both finished eating.

He took a deep breath and you noticed the slight dark circles beneath his eyes. “Can I hug y-you?” he asked, voice cracking while his eyes teared up.

You immediately scooted closer to him on the couch, wrapping your arms around him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck while he held you tightly. His body shook convulsively while he cried, his tears wetting your neck. You ran a hand through his soft hair, knowing it would help calm him down a little.

San pulled away from you, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his lilac hoodie. “I’m sorry…”

You grabbed his hand, intertwining it with yours. “What happened, Sannie?”

Hearing you call him by his nickname brought another set of fresh tears to his eyes. Your other hand reached up to wipe his tears away.

“I love you, Y/N,” he confessed, more tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that before. I’m so sorry for being a jerk to you and prioritizing my reputation. I fucked up and I regret it so much.” You took a deep breath, trying to control your rapid heartbeat while you listened to every word he said. “I felt like dying after what happened last night. I’m so sorry, this is all my fault,” he sobbed.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What happened last night?”

“O-Oh you don’t remember…?” You shook your head. San cleared his throat, trying his best to not to break down again. “Wooyoung and Hongjoong overhead Ji Kangmin’s friends say that he spiked your drink after you rejected him.” you froze in shock. “They immediately told us about it, and me, Hongjoong, and Jongho rushed over to you. You weren’t conscious when we found you. Your top was off and he was about to take your bra off as well, but I pushed him away. Then Jongho punched him. I brought you here after that.”

You stared at San in disbelief. “Kangmin s-spiked my drink…?”

San nodded. “He had it all planned. I’m sorry, Y/N… none of this would’ve happened if he didn’t see us together.” You were too shocked to say anything; you couldn’t believe Kangmin would go this low just cause you rejected him. “Ji Kangmin was my bestfriend in high school. After I got a girlfriend, he acted like a bitch to me cause he wanted her. I really loved her, and she cheated on me with him. He spread a lot of false shit about me after I ended our friendship. When I tried to move on with another girl, he took her away from me too. I didn’t want other people to know about us only because he would find out. I didn’t want him anywhere near you because I knew he would try to take you away from me. I didn’t push Hyejoo away that day because he was watching me and would get suspicious of my actions if I pushed her away. I tried my best to do everything that would keep him away from you, but I still failed…”

You burst into tears, wrapping your arms around San; you had no idea he went through all this. “I’m sorry, San. I should’ve listened to you when you told me he wasn’t a good person,” you managed to say through sobs.

“No, Y/N, I’m the one who should say sorry for not telling you all of this before.” He held you, gently rocking you back and forth while he cried with you. “Thank you for rejecting him…”

You pulled away, cupping his cheek. “How could I ever date someone else when I’m love with you, San?”

His heart raced in his chest due to your words. “That’s why you rejected him?”

You nodded. “And I’m glad I did.”

San smiled, leaning his forehead against yours. “Can I…” he hesitated “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

San immediately captured your lips with his own, kissing you oh so gently. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He smiled, causing you to smile as well while you kissed him; you both missed this so much. The kiss was slow and soft, the two of you just wanting to savor this moment. Your hands played with his hair while his hands lazily ran down the expanse of your back. San pulled away, holding you tight against his chest.

“I know I hurt you a lot and I don’t even deserve to speak to you right now… but I want to start over, Y/N,” San said honestly. “I want to treat you the way you deserve… show you off to the world… I want to make things right between us. These two weeks were pure torture without you, and I realized that I can’t… I can’t live without you, Y/N. I really need you, baby.”

You rested your head on his chest and you could hear his fast heartbeat. “I need some time, Sannie.” you noticed him tense up a little and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “And no, this isn’t me indirectly rejecting you or anything. I want to be with you, San. I always have and that isn’t gonna change. I just need a little time, considering everything that happened.” San nodded in understanding. “I promise that I will come back to you.”

“I love you and I’ll wait for you,” San said, placing a kiss on your head.

“Thank you… I love you too, Sannie.” He giggled, loving the way you say those three heart-fluttering words. He cupped your cheek to pull you into another sweet kiss, making your heart race again.

The two of you knew that no matter what, you both would always find your way back to each other.

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa had just come back from his hometown, telling you all about his short trip and about a restaurant his aunt opened.

“Ah, the tteokbokki was amazing! The menu is filled with all my favorite food!” Seonghwa said to you, his beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement, making you stare at him in awe. “And it’s right beside the ocean! You can see the pretty sunsets and—”

You quickly leaned in and kissed him, unable to stop yourself. Seonghwa was surprised for a second, but he kissed you back.

He pulled away, a large smile on his face. “What was that for, love?”

“I couldn’t stop myself… your eyes are literally shining,” you stated, running your hand through his soft hair.

Seonghwa only chuckled, pulling you into a sweet kiss to hide how flustered he became by your words and actions.

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong was rearranging his clothes in his closet, trying to make more space. He was humming to a song, doing a little dance while folding and placing his clothes in the closet.

You watched him do a little shoulder dance while he got a few hangers. You didn’t know why he was in such a good mood today, but you were really happy to see him like this.

You just thought that he looked adorable, so you walked up to him and kissed him, taking him by surprise as he didn’t know you already arrived at his place.

“You’re so cute, Joong.”

He chuckled, pulling you into his arms. “When did you come?”

“About three minutes ago. What’s got you so happy today?”

He grinned, placing multiple kisses on your face. “You. I’m so happy that you’re here!”

Yunho:

You were one of Ateez’s makeup artists. You started dating Yunho around nine months ago and you’ve been nothing but happy ever since.

You were doing Yunho’s makeup in the waiting room of a music show. Yunho had just met his role model, Yunho from TVXQ, for the first time, and he couldn’t stop giggling in happiness.

“Yunho… stay still,” you mumbled, trying to contour his jawline.

“Okay,” he said, but started giggling five seconds later.

You glanced around the room, checking if everyone was occupied; you and Yunho preferred to be professional even though all the staff knew about your relationship.

When you saw that no one was paying attention, you leaned in and kissed Yunho, making him stop giggling.

Unfortunately, five seconds later, he giggled even more. “Sorry… I’ll try not to laugh,” he said, hitting his chest, though you both knew it was impossible at the moment.

Yeosang:

Yeosang was lying down on your bed, reading a book while you worked on a university assignment.

When you took a break, you glanced at Yeosang for a second. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed while he focused on the book.

You don’t know why you felt like kissing him at that moment, but you did it anyway.

“Do you want something to drink?” you asked after kissing him, getting off the bed.

Yeosang’s cheeks visibly turned pink; he wasn’t used to you randomly kissing him. “Uh… I—” he started chuckling, hiding his face with the book; he was quite shy as your relationship was still new.

“Ohhh, do I fluster you that much? Should I do it again?” you teased, sounding exactly like Wooyoung.

Yeosang nodded his head, moving the book down to reveal his pretty eyes, laughing shyly. “You’re spending too much time with Wooyoung.”

San:

You were seated beside San on the couch, scrolling through your social media while he played a video game.

Once you got bored, you opted to watch him play instead, finding it quite amusing how his hands were moving fast on the controller while his eyes were practically glued to the TV screen. Every once in a while, he let out little sound effects.

“Oh no no no noo! Oh my god, I died! Oh shit,” he muttered, a cute pout immediately forming on his face after his character died.

He was about to restart the game, but you cupped his cheek, pulling him into a quick kiss. San was surprised for a second before he kissed you back.

When you pulled away, San became a happy, giggling mess, instantly forgetting about the game. “Babe! What was that for?”

“For being so cute,” you replied, poking his dimple.

Mingi:

You walked over to Mingi and pulled him into a sudden kiss. Your reason for it was that he was rapping with his deep voice with a big smile on his face, looking insanely adorable.

“I’m not complaining… but what was that for?” Mingi asked, pulling you against him by your waist.

“Do I need a reason to kiss my boyfriend?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Mingi grinned. “Or maybe you just wanted me to shut up?”

You chuckled and shook your head. “Nope, I love listening to you rap and you very well know that.” You stood on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his cheek. “You have such a deep voice for someone who looks like a giant baby.”

Mingi pouted. “I’m not a baby.”

You chuckled, pecking his lips. “Whatever you say… baby.”

Wooyoung:

You were one of Ateez’s choreographers. You started dating Wooyoung quite recently after he accidentally told you about his feelings for you when he got tipsy.

You were currently in the practice room, watching your boyfriend trying to perfect a certain dance move he was struggling with; you told him it didn’t have to be extremely perfect since he already did it well, but he didn’t listen to you.

“I got it!” Wooyoung said with a satisfied smirk, glancing at you through the mirror. “Right…?”

You didn’t say a word. You simply got up from the floor and walked towards him. He thought he messed up and you were going to show him how it’s done, but instead, you kissed him.

“Does this mean I did it correctly?” he mumbled against your lips, hands moving to grip your waist.

“It was perfect.”

Jongho:

Jongho was singing random songs while you scrolled through your social media.

When he started singing a sweet love song, you kept your phone aside to listen. You didn’t want to interrupt his heavenly vocals, but you weren’t able to control yourself, so you placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Jongho giggled, cheeks immediately turning pink. It took him a few seconds to calm down before he asked you why you suddenly kissed him.

“I don’t know, I just felt like kissing you,” you answered, intertwining your hands. “Your voice is amazing, Jongho. It’s really calming.”

Jongho brought your intertwined hands to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on it. “Thank you, love. But you’ll get tired of my voice one day,” he teased.

You shook your head. “Nope, never. I could listen to it forever,” you honestly said, making his cheeks turned even pinker.

“I love you,” he murmured, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

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