Baby Doll||Choi San

Pairing:Choi San and f-reader

summery: Dom san, slightly shy reader, smut, fluff, hand holding,kissing,couch sex, grinding, unprotected sex (wrap it up please), creampie, dirty talk, spitting, spanking, choking, marking, cuddles,cockwarming.

I haven’t written for ateez in ages, I’m low key sad I haven’t. Also I’m low key sad this took sooo long, I’m sorry sweet…I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Stream ‘wonderland’ thank youuuu♡

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“Do you mind baby doll” san groans as you jump onto him, kissing all over his face. Your hands moving up his chest, sliding the phone out of his hands. You slightly grind your hips down onto him, humming as you placed a long kiss to his lips. You placed his phone on the side, moving your hands to grip his, lacing your fingers together.

“I need you” you whimper into his lips, making the smallest of noises and you grind down onto him. You sounded so precious. He placed two kisses to your hands before letting them go and placing them on your thighs.

“Hmm, do you baby? You needy for me huh?” He whimpers, rubbing your bare thighs. All you had on was sans jumper, your pretty blue panties and white knee high socks. You knew it drove san wild when you wore his clothes, especially the socks.

You nod your head, letting your head loll back as pleasure rolls through your body. The feeling of his jeans rubbing against your clothed clit, sending jolts to your heat. He just sat with a dark look in his eyes, inspecting the way your hands gripped at him, the way you bit down on your lip to silence the loud whines you were too embarrassed to let out.

“Let me hear you sweetheart, let me hear those pretty little squeals” he says, taking hold of your hips and grinding you down harder. You feel heat rush to your face, breathless whimpers leaving you as you let go. San loved the sound of your mewls, how the fire in his tummy just lightened when he heard your voice. He loved everything about you.

“Ca-can I have your cock now, sannie?” You rush out, already feeling yourself heating up. Your gaze falling to the floor, trying to hide your reddened face. Until you felt his fingers push your chin up, your eyes making contact with his. All you saw was pure love. A familiar warmth rose in your chest, just how he looked at you with so much love and appreciation, made your heart do many flips.

“Of course baby doll” he says in the sweetest voice, he pushes you lightly so you were sitting on the couch. He stands to get rid of his clothing, before sitting back down and pulling you onto him again.

“Keep the socks and jumper on” you knew he was gonna say that, you let out a giggle as you push your panties down, awkwardly sliding them down your legs until you got them off. All while san just watched you struggle while giggling to himself.

You spat onto your hand, grasping his dick, pumping up and down slowly. You lent your head down further, spitting onto his tip watching it drip down the veins. Hearing his small gasps as you kitten licked him,his precum mixing with your saliva.

“You gonna take me now baby doll? I wanna feel how tight you are for me” he groans out, pulling you up so you were now straddling him properly. You giggle, teasingly grinding down on him. Feeling how he slid inbetween your lips. You saw the look In his eyes, how he was loosing patience and you knew if you carried on you wouldn’t be getting anything. He’d push you to the side and walk to the bedroom, lock himself in and play with himself. You’d hear everything, his moans, the vibrator, anything he was playing with really. He’s be as loud as possible just to make you jealous.

You pushed your self up, gripping him at the base before slowly sliding down. Letting out a breathless whine as he bottomed out in you. His hips stuttering as you clenched around him, slowly grinding.

“Fuck me baby doll” he growls before gripping your hips, helping you to slam down onto him. Loud moans leaving you now as you felt him hit that spot, repeatedly. Your hands gripped at his skin, your nails leaving crescent moons.

He pushed his head in your neck, licking and biting at the uncovered skin. Leaving pink splotches that would turn into purple later on. You felt one of his hands moving from your hip, pushing the jumper out of the way as he began to squeeze at the plush flesh of your ass cheek. Before raising his hand to land a slap to the skin, leaving a pretty red mark that stung in the cold air.

“You love me leaving marks on you don’t ya baby, Hm? Looking at them in the mirror knowing what I did to you just minutes before” he growls, delivering another slap. You mewl at his words, nodding your head. You feel your high crawling, so you began to desperately grind down onto him, moving your hand to rub your pulsating clit Making the coil tighten.

“You close, you wanna cum for sannie? Maybe if I wrap m-my fingers around your throat you’ll cum for me Hm?” His voice sounded so sweet but full of sin, you moan out a “yes” nodding your head pathetically.

A choke whine leaving you as you feel his fingers wrap around your delicate throat deliciously. Your thighs began to burn but you were so close you couldn’t stop, you needed to cum.

With one final hard thrust you came, letting out one loud cry then falling silent as your mouth hanged open. He kept going needing to hit his high, the way you were tightening around him had him seeing stars.

He let go of your throat, pushing you back so you hit the couch. His hand gripped your leg bringing it up against his hip while the other held on to the couch, he began to pound back into you. Letting out all sorts of sounds which had you shaking. You began to feel the painful pleasure of over stimulation, your crys loud, but still you brought your hands down to his hips pushing him into you deeper.

“F-Fuck please cum in me sannie” you whine out, wanting to feel the way he filled you up. Sans hips began to stutter, Small breathless praises falling from his lips as he felt his high hit him. His warm cum filling you, covering your velvety walls in his essence. Marking you as his.

He slowly fell onto you, pushing his head in the crook of your neck. You felt the way his hot breath hit your skin. You pushed your hand up to run it through his hair, whispering how much you loved him. He just hummed placing a kiss to your salty skin.

After about 5 minutes you had both calmed down, you felt san twitch inside of you every now and then when you moved which made you giggle. So you kept doing it, until he turned into a whining mess. But you soon stopped when he looked up at you, his gaze dark and his jaw clenched.

“Don’t make me punish you baby doll”

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.

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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.

[masterlist in bio]
30 january 2020
a/n: i felt good about woo’s so pls at least read his,,,also members under the cut since this is so long oops

warning: implications of sex, vulgar language

s e o n g h w a ♡

• he finds it funny, really
• the fact that he’d spent so much time focusing on you and you only, had given up so much for you and you just took advantage of him like it was nothing
• it’s hilarious to him to look back on how fucking stupid he’d been to ignore the feeling in his gut and try to wait it out in hopes of his suspicions being false
• but of course, like everything else, it was too good to be true
• he’s been waiting for you to come home for a good few hours now
• you haven’t been answering your phone at all and god knows where you are at this hour
• and this isn’t the first time either. but seonghwa doesn’t like being by himself, so he always goes back to the dorms during these situations. and you know that
• but you don’t know this time he’s decided to wait, to see what’s really going on, if it’s really worth staying and trusting you
• when he finally hears the lock of the door clicking, he’s up against the counter in the kitchen with his arms folded over his chest that’s moving heavily up and down
• and it only gets worse when he hears not only you giggling, but also another voice he doesn’t recognize
• he harshly knocks down a chair on his way into the living room, storming all the way to the man whose neck you’ve attached your lips to, grabbing him by the collar and swinging his fist into his jaw as hard as he can
• kicking him a couple more times as he falls to the ground
• you’re terrified of what seonghwa’s going to do to him or what he’s going to do to you
• but there’s no point. he’s too much of a gentleman to ever lay a hand on you
• so all he does is scream and shout at you about how he shouldn’t have stayed, how dumb he was to believe your lies, how he should have been able to see right through you the whole time
• and he hopes you’re fucking happy with the douchebag bleeding on the floor and if you want to be with him so much take him and leave, your stuff will be outside in the morning
• after you’re gone, it’s hard for him to think. maybe it’s because he’s tired
• or he’s completely hopeless from losing the one thing that kept him sane
• but is now causing the worst pain he never thought he’d feel

h o n g j o o n g ♡

• he’s been too busy with work to notice how distant you’ve become the past few weeks
• and maybe it’s his own fault this happened since he hasn’t made time for you
• but he’s still hurt and heartbroken and it’s still not a good enough excuse to throw away everything he’s done for you
• hongjoong told you he’d be home before you go to bed, but he finds himself caught up in work again, losing track of time
• he curses at himself under his breath, haphazardly grabbing his things to get to you as quickly as possible
• he wants to make it up to you, he really does
• but the idea’s completely thrown out the window as he opens the door to find you on the couch with another man
• he stumbles in shock, not sure what to do or say
• all you do is give him a small look and stand up slowly, calmly beginning to speak as if you’ve been expecting this to happen
• it’s not that hongjoong doesn’t want to hear your explanation, just that he physically can’t
• his breathing and heartbeat are too fast to consider safe. his vision begins to blur, but he doesn’t know if it’s from tears or because he’s beginning to feel lightheaded
• heloved you. he gave you everything he could for you and you didn’t care
• he told you in the beginning time management would be difficult and if it was going to be a problem to talk to him
• you stepped on his heart and spit on it like he means nothing to you
• he doesn’t realize he’s been screaming or crying until his fist comes in contact with the wall. he also notices you haven’t said anything or tried to justify yourself at all
• he shakily turns his head in your direction but your eyes are somewhere else, arms folded over your chest and an almost-guilty look on your face
• and he looks at the boy he assumes is the one you’ve been with. he’s practically in the same stance as you, trying not to get caught up in everything
• the room feels hot. too hot for hongjoong to stay
• so he walks past you and begins to grab some things, thanking himself for never leaving too much at your place
• he leaves without another word. he wanted to tell you how much he fucking hates you, but then he’d be lying through his teeth
• you don’t deserve to be hated anyway, and he silently wishes you the best because all he’s every wanted is for you to be happy
• and if he can’t give it to you, he’s more than satisfied to let you find something else to take his place

y u n h o ♡

• maybe he should have listened to the guys all the times they’d told him they’d had a bad feeling about you from the beginning
• or maybe he should have just put in a little bit more effort, giving you more than you’d ever wanted
• but there’s no point in thinking about that now. it’s too late.
• he’ll never be able to describe the feeling of walking in on the love of his life with their legs wrapped around another man’s waist
• the man you said was nothing more than a coworker. the constant meet-ups for “work purposes” were clearly just quick fucks behind yunho’s back
• he’s angry, sure. that’s a given
• but he’s more confused and insecure and broken-down than anything
• what did he do wrong? what does this man give you that he doesn’t? did you ever really love him?
• tears are already streaming down his cheeks as he screams for the man to get the fuck out of his house
• but as soon as he’s gone, yunho goes quiet except for the sobs that escape his throat
• he wants to talk. to know what happened when. and he’s willing to give you another chance
• he knows he shouldn’t. he doesn’t want to think about what the guys would say about this
• but he loves you way too much to ever let you go like this
• his feelings for you could rival that of someone who was genuinely obsessed. a stalker, if you were willing to go that far
• he’s willing to do anything to keep you by his side. you two can move on together
• but when you tell him there’s no moving on, there’s nothing the world has to offer the two of you anymore
• he falls to the ground in pieces
• he’s crying so hard he barely makes any noise
• he can’t breathe. he’s shaking. he wants everything to stop
• he begs and begs and begs for you to stay. he can’t live without you
• yunho can barely hear your apology as you step around him and walk out in the direction of your new lover, leaving him on the floor alone with his demons
• he’d spend the next nights wondering what he did wrong
• what he could have done differently to have made you stay
• his body is completely drained of energy. every night he limps to the bed, alone, to cry himself to sleep
• ever so slightly hoping he doesn’t wake up

y e o s a n g ♡

• yeosang is a very attentive man. he should have been able to pick up on all the little things that would have led to this situation
• but you’re a very secretive person. good enough to keep it from him for however long this shit has been going on.
• it hurts that he found out through a friend. he doesn’t know if it would have been better for him to see it directly, but he’s still glad he didn’t.
• wooyoung had pulled him aside a few weeks ago to tell him that he’d seen you kissing someone he didn’t recognize. but yeosang didn’t want to believe it
• so he waited it out and paid close attention to your actions. he can’t really tell what’s different, but it doesn’t add up nonetheless
• and yeosang is not a confrontational person in the slightest
• so when he comes to you with a simultaneously angry and terrified look on his face, you already know you’re in shit
• he’s direct and straight to the point. not that you’d expect anything else from him
• “are you seeing someone else?”
  
• it doesn’t take a psychologist to recognize the way you tear your gaze away from him and try to hide the pure guilt on your face
• you don’t answer. so he repeats his question, but harsher and louder and more aggressive.
• “are you fucking cheating on me? fucking answer me, y/n!”
  
• he’s already zoned you out by the time you start spitting apologies from your lips
• he doesn’t understand what he did wrong
• he took care of you
• he dropped everything for you the second you called
• he put you before everything
• he’s been through absolute hell for you
• but you really took that for granted
• and the fact that you’ve had the audacity to tell him you love him? you’re a fucking liar
• yeosang doesn’t hate many things, but liars definitely top the list
• but he’s never really encountered liars like you. nobody’s ever gone that far to rip his heart out and stomp on it
• so he doesn’t know what else to do other than run out of the apartment and let his legs carry him as far as they can take him
• he doesn’t know where he’s going
• he can’t tell if he’s crying or if the cold wind is making his eyes water
• but as long as he can get as far away from you as he possibly can, it doesn’t really matter at the moment.

s a n ♡

• though san is one of the members to fall the hardest, he’s attentive and mature enough to know when things aren’t going as well as they used to be
  
• he’s noticed you’ve been a bit more distant lately
• you’ve been on your phone a lot and have been staying out later
• and more often you have excuses to not spend time with him, so of course he already has his suspicions
• but he’s been terrified of saying or doing something in fear of being wrong and damaging your trust
• until now, a little past two-thirty in the morning when you get a text from a name he’s noticed on your phone before
• and you must have not been smart enough to change your passcode, he thinks as he opens the message to find pictures of you he’s never seen even though he’s the only one who should have
• his blood begins to boil, but not as much as it would have had he not already figured you’ve been doing things behind his back
• he quietly slips out of bed so as not to wake you up, but the action is completely pointless once he picks up your phone and hurls it at the farthest wall as hard as he possibly can, a loud grunt escaping his throat
• your body shoots up, confused as to what san is making such noise for
• but it clicks when you flick the light on and see san’s stance
• his hands are balled into fists so tight his knuckles are white, his face red and scrunched up in anger
• there are darkness and betrayal clear in his eyes, almost making you scared of what he’s going to do
• there’s a lot of things he wants to do, but all he can is yell and let his emotions out
• how he shouldn’t have let this played out so long
• how he believed you when you told him you loved him and no one else
• he screams for you to get out, but the only direction you move in is towards him in an attempt to convince him to let you stay
• all you did was make it worse. you don’t deserve to stay
• he picks up the framed picture of the two of you and throws it the same way he did your phone, finally causing you to leave
• he doesn’t care if you don’t have your stuff or if he’s sending you on your own in the middle of the night. you don’t matter to him now
• you could get hit by a car for all he cares, and he’d think you deserved it
• all that matters is that he’s finally gotten everything taken care of and never has to see you again

m i n g i ♡

• unless there’s been a fight between the two of you, it’s rare that mingi’s in a bad mood when you’re around him, even if he’s had the literal shittiest day in all of human history
• you’re the first person he goes to when he needs someone to lean on or listen to him rant about everything on his mind
• you don’t even have to do anything to make him feel better. just the thought of you makes his heart beat faster with pure love and gratefulness that he found you
• so it’s really unexpected when you, the sole person he’s willing to give up his life for, do the exact opposite of what you normally do
• today wasn’t a particularly stressful one, but he’s still dying to lie in your arms and listen to the soft thumping of your heart right now
• he goes to make his way to your shared bedroom, already walking a bit slowly from being so worn out from practice
• but all of his movements cease–including his breathing and probably his heartbeat, too–when he takes his first steps into the hallway
• there you are, pinned up against the wall by somebody he recognizes to be “just a friend” from a while back
• he notices how you scramble away from your partner when you realize he’s standing there, so you do know that what you’re doing is wrong
• so why are you still doing it?
• he has so many emotions right now he doesn’t even know how he’s feeling
• but it absolutely tears him up inside
• did you ever really love him? was he just a toy to you?
  
• he’s useless. of course it was too good to be true. nobody could ever love him. he was stupid to think that you shared the same feelings he had for you
• the other man’s already left the house by now. i’ll stop by later, he said. it just made the situation worse.
  
• he’s rambling and he’s crying and he’s bumping into things trying to back away from you
• don’t fucking touch him. he wants to say it. he tries, but the words get caught between sobs in his throat
• it feels almost as if he’s dreaming. it’s what he wants to believe, anyway. so he doesn’t bother stopping you when you wrap your arms around his body and pull his head into your chest, dropping to your knees on the floor where he sits now
• he lets you cradle him even though he knows you shouldn’t. he’s so, so confused.
• it’s a hard debate in his head, whether or not to leave
• he loves you way too much to ever even think of letting you go
• maybe, he thinks, there’s a solution. everyone deserves a second chance, right…?

w o o y o u n g ♡

• wooyoung is someone who falls in love easily. and when he does, the feelings are extremely strong to where it takes a lot to let go
  
• he forgives and forgives because he loves you so much and he’s given you his entire soul to take care of
• but never has he expected you’d crush it just like that
• a few hours ago, he texted you to let you know he’s coming home early
• he didn’t get a reply, so he assumed you were busy or simply taking a nap
• god, how he wishes that were the case
• he gently closes the door and sets his bags down before padding to the bedroom, trying to be quiet just in case you’re asleep
• it’s only now that he hears sounds that definitely don’t sound like snores
• sounds that definitely aren’t coming from you
• the feeling of his heartbeat pounding against his ribcage is almost terrifying when met with his hands shaking without rhythm
• he prays you’re just watching a video and you’re by yourself and he can just walk in and take care of you
• but when he opens the door, he’s greeted with the sight of you on your knees with hands that aren’t his in your hair
• he’s flooded with so many emotions—anger, fear, heartbreak—that he doesn’t even notice your partner scrambling to pull his pants up or you walking closer with your hands out, struggling to find an explanation
• tears completely blur his vision as he tries to back away from you, not yet knowing what to say or do
• but his mind takes over and his voice gets loud, slamming his fist against the doorframe, screaming for the two of you to get out and never come back
• he screams and punches his fist against the wall, not caring if you can hear from outside and not stopping until blood is visibly dripping from his knuckles down his forearm
• he’s angry at himself for not being so naïve, angry at you for taking advantage of him, angry at god for allowing something so terrible to happen to him
• and the anger fizzles into sorrow, and the sorrow fizzes into hopelessness
• and all he can do from here is curl against the wall and cry until his head pounds at the tempo of his broken heart

j o n g h o ♡

• it all began when you started calling someone’s name in your sleep. a name that wasn’t jongho’s.
• he didn’t know who he assumed it to be, but he tried not to think too much of it
• he should have, though
• the last time he hears you call that name, you’re not asleep
• you’re lying on the couch, yes, but you’re just as awake as he is
• his first reaction is shocked. this was not what he expected to come home to. hell, he didn’t even know you were gonna be here, let alone cheat on him
• his second reaction is angry. he’s fucking pissed at the person whose was sitting between your legs moments ago, a place jongho thought was reserved for him and him only. who is he to think he has the same rights?
• then he’s pissed at you. who the fuck do you think you are, letting some stranger go down on you on the same couch you sat with your boyfriend just last night, telling him you loved him?
• then he’s pissed at himself. he should have known better. he didn’t see any signs, but he should have picked up on them. they had to have been there
• the way his brows furrow and his nose scrunches puts a terrifying expression on his face. you’ve never seen him like this, and it was probably for the best
• he tells the man simply to get the fuck out. when he doesn’t do it quick enough, jongho grabs him up by the collar and knocks his fist square into his jaw before practically throwing him out the door and slamming it shut hard enough for a nearby picture to fall off of the wall
• his third reaction is denial. he’s shaking when he turns back around to you. he begs you to tell him it’s all a dream. tell him it’s just some sick prank and none of this ever really happened and everything can go back to how it was yesterday
• it breaks your heart to see the rivers already streaming endlessly down his cheeks
• his last sliver of hope disappears, however, when you only respond with apologies. you can’t even think of an excuse to give him. he would find that funny if he weren’t in this current situation
• his final reaction his heartbreak. there’s no going back. how long has this been going on? he wonders. but he doesn’t bother to ask
• he turns just enough to be able to punch the wall hard enough to leave a hole before plodding past you to the bedroom, not even sparing a glance at you
• “i want all your shit out of here by the time i wake up.” it’s not a suggestion, even with the lack of authority in his voice. he sounds so drained, so helpless, so broken inside.
  
• he doesn’t know why he’s lying in bed. he’s not tired. he can’t sleep
• all it does is remind him of you. but it’s a good place to cry, he supposes. locked out from the world. just him, himself, and he. nobody else.
• especially not you

i rly wanna make an interactive au but would anybody even be interested

*this post was commissioned|find other ateez aus here
 warnings: suggestive themes (no strings attached situation), hp themed au but we ignore jkrowling <3

• something crawls across your desk
• round and dark and you don’t have to look twice to know what it is
• part of you wants to turn and look over your shoulder where you are painfully aware of the fact that san is eyeing you up 
• he’s always sat at the back of potions - while you sat diligently in the front and part of you suspects its a strategical ploy on his end
• actually, you don’t expect, he has told you many times before that the view is just better from back there
• it’s sleazy and you should scoff at the attempt of bad flirtation
• but it’s hard for you to hate it as much as maybe the rest of your gryffindor housemates might
• because
• you like san
• but 
• you aren’t about to let anyone in school know
• so instead of looking behind you, you take your wand and flick the spider off the corner of your desk
• it falls - disappearing in a little cloud of smoke midair
• san’s always said he prefers them to snakes, he knows his whole houses deal with snakes slithers back to the ancestral wizards and bloodlines - but arachnids are so much cooler in his opinion
• you don’t like bugs or snakes or anything that likes the cover of darkness
• the only exception funny enough is …… well……… san
• “so did you get a date to the deathday party?”
  
• you break from thought and turn to your friend
• “huh - we don’t need a date for deathday parties. it’s just halloween basically.”
  
• “but it’s so much more fun to have someone to cuddle up to while the ghosts do all their prancing around….like what if you get scared and your boyfriend just……..”
  
• she clasps her hands around herself
• “holds you~”
  
• you roll your eyes and close your textbook
• you pull your worksheet out and get up to place it on the professors desk
• they smile and wave their hand to let you know you’re free to go, you say bye to your friend who grumbles in response that you’re abandoning them
• and as you walk down the rows of students - you reach the back of the room
• you don’t pause when you reach out for the door, but you feel the same gaze that’s been burning through you since san transferred here last year
• you thought you’d be disgusted with it by now
• but you’ve come to enjoy the slight, hot sting 
• “so, about that deathday party?”
  
• you groan
• you don’t want to talk about stupid trivial school events right now
• with sans lips against your neck and your back against the cool walls of the greenery
• instead of an answer you just tilt his head back up, gripping under his jaw and letting your mouth find his in an attempt to kiss him, of course, but to stop him from asking anymore questions
• san kind of gets your point and his hands slip from under your robes lower
• until they’re pressing into the skin of your hip and then
• his teeth sink into your lower lip and you pull back
• “hey - i said don’t do tha-”
  
• “do you want to go to the deathday party with me?”
  
• you give him a blank stare
• you hope he gets the point of it too, but with the way he hasn’t gone back to touching you, it’s clear he’s waiting for an actual verbal response
• “you know we can’t just show up to a party together.”
  
• “why not?”
  
• his hands leave your skin and your uniform falls back into place, he moves a little but still remains standing between your knees
• the sudden retreat of full contact makes you upset and you hook your foot around his to tug him forward
• instead of tipping over and into you, he puts a hand flat on your thigh
• “seriously, why not? are you scared that people will be mad about it.”
  
• “no - you know that isn’t the reason.”
  
• “then what is?”
  
• you sit up and want to tell him the real answer 
• the one that has been bubbling in the back of your mind these past couple of weeks
• it had really just been for fun, a thrilling and almost wholly self-serving reason 
• when you let san, a slytherin who was barely managing to pass half his classes, and notoriously known for being quite uninterested in studies, magical morality, or any of the things you held so near and dear to your heart
• corner you in the history section of the library 
• the books ruffling their pages on their own to hide the sound that came out of your mouth when he’d bit down into your skin for the first time
• really you had just wanted to do something reckless 
• because you were well on your way to being perfectly clean cut in every other manner
• but now - if you were to be completely truthful with him - you couldn’t just say
• “the reason is because im just using you. you mean nothing to me.”
• because through all the sneaking around in tight corners
• using disappearing spells to hide from teaches and classmates
• finding yourselves alone in that room of his
• far down the twisting halls of the slytherin dungeon
• you had fallen for all the charms of a person you had told yourself you should loathe 
• but san’s embarrassingly bad flirting, desperate manner of scratching to be as close as possible to you, loud and attention hungry attitude
• had spun tight around you
• because he was all those things, but through it all - through the bedroom eyes and lips on your thighs
• he was one of the most gentle people who had ever laid hands on you
• sure, you two could get caught up in a firestorm of young energy that would lead to both of you parting ways with evidence under the layers of your clothes that you’d admire in the mirror of your bathroom for days after
• but that’s not what you meant when you described him as gentle 
• it was his soul, that was at the core, tender
• little pretty whispers about your neck, your wrist, your eyes 
• sometimes when you were just talking there was the righteousness that people said he lacked laced through each, carefully chosen word
• he could seem like a wreck of a person to everyone, even his own friends
• but you’d somehow managed to catch the moments
• of him that were most vulnerable
• soft gaze that waits with manner to know if you are comfortable and safe with him, poetic words about the shadows of your bodies, there was even a mark of true faithfulness
• when you two had almost gotten caught by a angry upperclassman
• and san had let you escape before turning himself in and being slapped loud and hard and echoing 
• “who was with you?”
• the angry voice had barked and san had stood with his hands clasped in each other, knuckles white
• “no one. i was alone.”
•  so now when he asks you what the reason is that you don’t just want to let the world know
• why you don’t want to make a statement
• that this fling isn’t just that shallow pleasure seeking adventure you had intended it to start as and end as
• but that it’s two people - that really fit each other like puzzle pieces 
• you can only think of the real answer 
• which is
• “im scared. im scared that you don’t mean it as much as i do.”
  
• you don’t mutter those words, you just keep quiet again instead and san finally slips completely away from you
• he grabs his robe, hands curling around the green collar
• “saying nothing is enough of an answer.”
  
• you slide off the table and try to stop him
• but your hand doesn’t leave your side and your knees are weak
• and you’re worried that too much noise will make someone curious come looking 
• so you just watch him weave through the plants, until he’s gone. 
• he’s really gone.
• the days seem to start going backwards ….. even though the dates get closer and closer to the end of the month
• maybe its you that starts to function on some kind of made up timeline? because everywhere and everyone you look
• is somehow san
• the couples sitting in the courtyard sharing food, notes, kisses - they’re you and san
• the solitary roaming owls circling the sky with letters in tow - all the letters you imagine rain down 
• and when you pick one up it says his name, written with the pen strokes that you’ve seen flipping through his textbooks
• even the spells that leave your lips while you practice just turn to chants of his name
• but he doesn’t …. come back like you wait for. he’s not in the classes you share. he’s not waiting in the secret corners you’ve both chosen.
• he’s nowhere and yet everywhere for you. 
• the night of the deathday celebration - the entire school is buzzing
• not only are the ghosts all out to chatter and reminisce about their time as the living
• but the students are rushing up and down between the houses in costumes and masks
• you shove your face into your pillow and snap your fingers, commanding the door to your room to shut
• only to be knocked on a moment later
• you shout your roommates name, telling them to get it
• you’re in no mood to celebrate. you just want to fall deeper and deeper into your bed until you’ve completely disappeared from view
• you hear the scurrying of footsteps, laughter, and conversation and then suddenly a hand grabs your shoulder and flips you over
• “get up! we’re going to the party!”
  
• your roommate gleams with a grin and you politely, but harshly refuse
• “but your date will be so sad if you don’t show up!”
  
• you spring up at the word date. a part of your stomach flips and you think - is there anyway it could be him?
• your friend takes your shift in expression as a positive sign, whisking you up and out of bed - putting something that feels like a headband on your head - and pushing you toward the door
• you haven’t seen san for a week
• even though you feel as if the thought of him has more than tortured you every hour of every day
• so even with the chances being slim, you feel your shoulders tense and a nervousness seep in through your veins
• did he really come all the way to the gryffindor tower? is he finally coming back? did he tell my friends he-
• but you look up when you get to the hall and instead of san you see
• kim hongjoong
• he’s standing beside mingi, who is twirling your roommate around and giggling in unison with them
• “i-”
  
• you start and hongjoong extends his hand
• “your friend said you wanted to ask me to the party, but didn’t have the time. but ill gladly take you if you’d like.”
  
• you stare at his palm
• then back at him and the pretty prince’s costume he has on
• he’s actually exactly what you should want
• he’s in the top ten students of the ravenclaw house, he took OWLs early, he has been interning at the ministry of magic since he was a fourth year
• he’s clean cut, gentlemanly, quiet spoken, and just - perfect
• like you
• but your stomach flips again, in a bad way, in a way that’s telling you 
• no you don’t want to go to this party with him, but to refuse him to his face is somehow even worse than just giving in
• so you put your hand in his with a fabricated smile, that somehow is enough to convince everyone else.
• until you hear mingi let out a sound of surprise, you turn and look at him - fully expecting him to read through your fake happiness
• but instead he points the floor
• “spider!”
• you turn and see the spider
• “sa-”
• hongjoong crushes it with his shoe - hand still holding yours 
• “got it, should we head to the party?”
  
• so you end up in a familiar place with an unfamiliar persons hands on your waist
• dancing in the low light of the slytherin dungeons dorm 
• which has been transformed with pumpkin lighting and live music where every time the beat drops a bolt of electricity sparks from every corner
• the ghosts, always fond of the cold and the dark, had chosen this as the venue for the deathday party
• and although the headmaster and professors were looking grim about the prospect of the dorms being absolutely trashed
• everyone else was having a blast
• drinking spiked candy corn punch and pressing closer than mandated by the rules
• prefects were running around casting spells to push people from each other, but they were just snapping back into each other like magnets
• and in the shadows and heat of everyone else you can’t help but think about san again
• you are looking at hongjoong, you are trying to focus on something he is saying about the music
• but the wires of your mind are tangling and twisting and turning his hands on your waist into sans and his eyes into sans and his lips into sans-
• it takes you a moment because you’re so dazed
• to realize the lips you’re dreaming about aren’t kissing you, but hongjoong is 
• you pull back in horror and he mumbles an apology - but you turn, sensing something daunting 
• when you see - against the wall - staring right at you is the gaze that’s been on you for so long that you can never mistake it for another
• “san!”
  
• you gasp, and your hands drop from hongjoong’s shoulders, fast enough to watch san turn and disappear through the doors
• “san?”
  
• hongjoong repeats
• “the slytherin? why are you-”
  
• you rush toward him, pushing past the bodies that all seem to meld into one and other
• the electricity zaps just as the door closes and it makes you jump and when you push it back open
• the sound and the crowd shrinks 
• and you are looking down a dark, cold hall
• you take your wand out and spark a small light from the tip - “san?” you call his name
• legs shaking, voice a small tremble
• there’s no answer
• you keep going - subjecting yourself to the deeper parts of the dungeon until you think you’ve walked almost the entire hall and in front of you is a wall
• something crawls up the side of your leg and you freeze
• “san?”
  
• you breathe again - but there’s no response and the feeling keeps coming up your skin, up your clothes, up and onto your neck and then 
• just as you think you can feel it begin to crawl up to your lips
• it disappears and you turn because something like a flame starts to bloom from the center of your back
• and when you do
• it’s san
• a spider crawls across his cheek, disappearing into smoke on him too
• you don’t want to settle your breathing yet 
• you feel like you’ve been bounded to the spot you’re standing in
• “you could have just told me there was someone else.”
  
• “there isn’t.”
  
• “i saw it - you can’t just -”
• he starts, voice dropping until you think there’s only one thing you can say that would prove to him that it’s him
• “i want to be with you.”
  
• his eyes, long and overcasted with pain, widen
• “being without you is like being without myself”
  
• you stumble over the words - unfamiliar with this feeling of anxiety that has never grasped you so fully
• “it’s stupid to be scared of you leaving me, but i am more terrified that i won’t have you at all to begin with.”
  
• he is searing through you with the gaze 
• but the flame that used to burn hot with desire is now a cool, blue fire 
• that is scoping you out, weighing your words in his mind 
• until he presses his lips to yours and you lean back against the wall to let your hands find his neck
• “i won’t leave you.”
  
• he breathes into your skin
• his scent floating around you and comforting you in the dark as you drop your wand and the only light you two had is gone
• “you might even get sick of me and ask me too, but i won’t because i love you.”
  
• you want to laugh at that 
• not because it is funny but because he must be insane
• to think you’d ever get sick of him
• even a week without him has left you suffering in withdrawl, for the first time it’s you who san can’t keep up with
• as you kiss him back harder and lick into the roof of his mouth and pull your hands under his shirt
• and he has to nearly stop you from undressing him there - because you just want to devour this moment over and over
• until the taste of him is ingrained in your memory and you can recall what its like to have his pulse against your tongue even if a million miles separate you
• san returns the sentiment, his hands itch too to find the places he adores most but even still
• the entire school is a hallway away, so is the headmaster
• so he lets you kiss him again, mark the side of his jawline and get your hands down to his belt before he mutters that he knows a shortcut to his room from here
• you and san don’t return to the party
• but the house ghosts saw you
• and in the morning when san is walking down the gryffindor hall from your dorm
• everyone knows very damn well why he’s there
• the shock the questions the side eyes are all what you expected
• but they don’t compare to the comfort that comes with having him beside you again
• sitting with him at the top of the tower, legs swinging over the side, his smile in your neck
• “i think its kinda cool that our anniversary is on halloween”
  
• he comments one day as you’re sitting in his lap in slytherin commons
• you turn to look at him
• “wait, did you have a costume for the deathday part - what was it? i didn’t see.”
  
• “oh you didn’t notice?”
  
• you shake your head and san plays with your fingers before grinning up at you - long cheshire smile
• “i was dressed as your boyfriend. fitting huh?”
  
• you lean forward and he puckers his lips in anticipation, but then yelps when you flick his forehead
• “i think you might have been right about that getting sick of you predication.”

✁ pairing: soulmate!san x g.n reader

✁ genre: soulmate au, reincarnation au, forbidden love au from their first life, semi-angst, fluff and happy ending! warnings:mentions of death from their first life from San k wording them, language rated pg-16

✁ wc: 1897

✁ plot: maybe you’ve met one another from a past life; at least that’s what you wanted to tell yourself. there was something about his alarming presence that wasn’t all red flags in your head, but you wondered why you felt so safe around him. the only thing, however, you were absolutely sure of was that you must’ve gone absolutely insane over this one handsome stranger who claims to be your soulmate.

✁ a/n: finally back this weekend to get some stuff out for the time being!! i hope you guys like this next installment of the rewritten series as it’s my favorite soulmate trope of all time!! let me know what you all think of it!

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✁ gina is listening to: [ dusk till dawn by zayn & sia ]

It was almost like clockwork where you’ve woken up in a sweat because of a vivid dream that you had. 

Your heart was palpitating so hard you felt as though it could’ve fallen out of your chest, sweat slightly forming at the edge of your forehead. You glanced at your alarm clock to see the illuminated clock mocking you, the time showing that it was 5:53 in the morning. It was supposed to be your day off from work, yet your body had woken you up at this specific time almost everyday in fear that you had been forgetting about something.

Getting up to at least shake off your nerves, you thought back to your dreams as you tried to make sense of what it meant. You were confused considering it was a recurring dream, or at least the setting was, and you recall being a royal in each one of them. It made you wonder if it was actually a sign of your past life just flashing behind your eyes, or if it was showing you what you must’ve done in an alternative universe.

Short to say that it never ended well as you recalled tonight’s events with a churned stomach.

“Your royal highness!”

Your head towards a familiar voice in the midst of your frantic movements, the sight of them making you even more stressed given the last couple moments. Today was supposed to be your coronation, in which you were meant to be crowned queen of your kingdom after years of training for etiquette decorum; it was finally paying off.

“Seonghwa-“

“Something is happening outside, we have to get you to safety, now.” He says, gently taking your hands into his and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his words.

“What are you talking about? What’s going on?” You asked him, briskly walking down the corridors of the castle with a million thoughts on your mind, but your first priority came to a specific person. 

“Where is he?”

The mention of the individual makes him freeze up for a moment, making you realize that it involved him. There’s a look in his eyes that you couldn’t identify but the screaming sounds of fear makes you think that this must’ve been what the latter was trying to talk to you about the other day, when he claimed that they were all hypothetical. He had been scheming this the entire time for every moonlit walk that he took you on that cost you your life because you would’ve snuck out just for him; everything was for him.

“Y/N, we have to get you somewhere safe…” He says tugging on your hand a bit, but tears pool into your eyes the moment that you hear the footsteps trail behind you and watch as Seonghwa freezes in his spot. 

You turn around in your spot to see him, making your stomach drop at his stained sword that he so proudly holds in his hand, his tattered clothing proving that he had gone through all the other security guards to get to you. Chills run down your spine as your blood runs cold at the sight of him; he was no longer the lover that you were forbidden to be with, but instead the enemy that held your fate in his hands because he stood in front of you, the ruler of the land that he was damned on. 

Your dream would always end with him driving his sword into your abdomen and his final words whispered into your ear, making you consistently wake up in a gasp with your hands on your stomach. You didn’t know who this man was, but you knew that if you were to see him in real life that it would’ve been a curse come true. 

Getting up to go wash your face and grab a glass of water to cool your nerves, you feel your phone go off in your pocket from when you had pocketed it earlier to see that you were getting a text from your friend, San. Looking at his text at this moment sent chills down your spine, the same ones that you felt in your dreams, but you were confused as to why you had felt them in the first place. 

There’s a comb at the corner of the counter that you recognized to be San’s, having to have left it from when he came over the other day for you to help him dye his hair. A smile creeps its way onto your lips as the fond memory of you both enjoying your night, and it was as if you both were almost lovers; almost was a way to put it as there was something on the inside telling you to not date him for some reason. 

“Y/N!” 

The very voice on the other end of the line was from him, an incoming call that you chose to pick up while you were grabbing your keys to allow yourself to take a walk to clear your mind for a bit. Your mind seems to be troubled for a moment as you spoke to him, the calm and comforting voice that you were always adorned to suddenly became uncomfortable, or unsettling at least as you spoke to him ever since you woke up from the dream. 

“Why are you up so early, San? It’s only six thirty, and you’re not opening.” You point out while you could see the sun slowly peek out from behind the buildings that you were passing by, mixtures of warm colors painting the sky and you suddenly feel calmer.

“Would it be weird if I said that I woke up, because of you?” 

Your heart freezes up for a moment as his words made you feel as though they struck a nerve, and it was almost as if there was a strange pull that was telling you to turn around. There right behind you stood him in all his glory, a warm smile on his face as he gives you a small wave just seconds before the line cuts and he walks over to you in long strides with his sun glowed proportions almost knocking the wind out of you. 

Since when was he already out at this hour?

It was almost as if time had slowed down unknowingly in your favor, watching as different parallel universes cross over and suddenly you see him in all of the recurring dreams that you’ve been haunted with. It was him that answered every missing piece of the puzzles that you’ve been presented with, and you could feel yourself wanting to leave if it weren’t for the fact that your legs felt paralyzed at the sight of him heading over towards you.

Color leaves your face the moment that he touches your hands and no longer was the smile on his face, instead rather replaced with a frown as he wonders why you weren’t happy at the sight of him. You looked scared, terrified almost, as if you were no longer sending him the signals that you had been giving him since last night, and if he could, he would confess to you on the very spot if he wasn’t worried about what had been going on.

“S-San… What if I told you that I’ve seen you before? Like not in this universe, but instead another.” You finally spoke up and looked him in the eyes, seeing concern written in them but nothing indicating what you had just found out on your own. 

You remembered him from a past life.

He doesn’t say anything as his eyebrows furrow at your words, unsure as to what he should respond with while he thinks about what you had meant by that. Eyes avoiding yours for a moment, he wonders if he had done anything wrong until he feels your fingers gently pull his chin back so that he was looking at you in the eyes and suddenly you’re placing your lips against his, hoping that all the fairytale books were right while the same surge that you went through when you had found out. 

The two of you kiss under the rising sun, the familiar blue sky pouring in past the warm colors that were painting it earlier as time suddenly stops being frozen, and the moment you pull away is when you feel tears stream down your face. He looks at you worriedly, unsure of what to say because he realizes that you two were meant to meet once again since then, as if you were soulmates, however you were sure of what was supposed to be next in your story. 

“I can’t be with you, again.” 

The six words easily break his heart as he watches you cry because of him, something that he dealt the consequences for, and he would forever have to learn and deal with them because he was the one that enacted those same decisions. You were going to be hurt because of him constantly, but he doesn’t want that to happen again, especially not now when he had just found you again after vowing that he would. 

There wasn’t any way for you to hear what he had said after he promised that he would find you again, because the moment that he said that he would promise to love you better in your next life and give you both a different ending was left out. You weren’t aware of the weeks of tears he shed unknowingly behind the closed doors of the kingdom he took over from you, and he would never let you know that he had done so.

“But I love you.” He whispers softly, moving his hands from where they were previously holding onto yours and onto the apples of your cheeks. 

You shake your head in response because as much as you would’ve loved to be in his arms again, you were scared; the thought of being with him when he could hold your vulnerability, your everything in the palm of his hands to crush was evident. However, you weren’t ready to come home to him yet and maybe in another life you could be with him 

“Maybe you did then, but right now… I need time to process the fact that we’re soulmates,” You reply, making him nod in response as you pull away from his touch, making chills run down your spine once more again today.

“I still can’t forgive you for what you did, San. You need to show me that you changed, if you want to take me home with you.”

He knows why you had asked him to do that, and he is going to do it. He wants to be with you in this lifetime, because he doesn’t want to lose you again due to his own selfish actions. You were the one that had always loved him for more than who he was back then and even in this life that you somehow made up for yourselves, and with the lingering thoughts of your past life slowly blending in up to the events of last night when you had dyed his hair with him, he knows that you were it for him. 

It was always you that was his home.

“I promise that I will show you… And when I do, I’ll take you home.”

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OOOOOKKKKAAAAAYYYY BUT LOOK AT HIM OMG HE GREW SO MUCH

I love him sooooo much, CHOI SAN PLEASE KEEP SMILING LIKE THAT FOREVER

The best photos of Woosan ever, i love them so much and their friendship ❤️

“I’veworked hard on myself and achieved things but then again, if they’re things that ATINY can’t recognizeorcan’t see then they’re parts of me that cannot be seen with one’s eyes. Therefore, as much as I’m feeling right now, I feel like I should become a person that ATINY can be even prouder of in the future.

And he suggested ”FROM“ as today’s song, i love him so much. We don’t deserve his pure heart.

SA(TA)N IS SO MUCH FOR US

gummygowon:

chat noir | choi san

word count: less than 1k

genre: black cat familiar! san x witch!reader, sort of of angst?, suggestive, overprotective san

warnings: drunk man harasses reader, implied smut, blood (nothing super gorey)

a/n: this is the most spiciest thing ive ever written and it’s not even that hot lmfao also pls lmk if i missed any warnings!

the moon shone brightly in the starry night sky as you wiped off blood from your familiar’s face in your old pick up truck.

“san, how many times have i told you to not get into fights for me?” you scold as you dab an alcohol pad on his face.

a hiss erupted from your familiar, “too many times.”

“then why do you still do it?” one of your hands holds san’s chin between your fingers as you tilt his head to examine for more cuts.

“he kept touching you, miss.” he answered, the same firey glint in his eyes still there. “he would’ve kept doing that to other women or you, if i didn’t come in.”

“i had the situation under control san.”

you opened another band aid to place on his cheek, your mind drifting back to what happened a few moments ago.

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