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MATZ

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ASH

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✦Synopsis; In a dimly-lit metropolis, the Hawthorne mansion's ruins hide a 20-year-old arson that framed Jasmine Banks' dad. The bookstore clerk teams with Choi San, a flirty reporter whose winks rile her, chasing coded clues to prove himself and for her to prove her dad's innocence.

✦Pairing(s); Choi San x OC

✦TW; Violence, Psychological Distress, Romantic Content, Implied (or straight up?) Sexual Content, Crime and Corruption, Language

✦Genre(s); Romantic Thriller

✦Notes; I'm really enjoying writing this🤤 I hope you guys enjoy and please like and reblog if you do!! It really helps😁💙

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EIGHT

You both spend time cracking jokes, laughing, and once again, getting to know each other even more. San had set up a movie, but you guys weren’t exactly watching, more focused on each other.

“So you’ve known them forever, huh?” You ask San, talking about his friends, Hongjoong and Mingi.

“Mhm. They’ve been here for me since the people at ATZ aren’t exactly fond of me,” he chuckles softly.

You nod, “So what we’re doing, figuring out the real story of the Hawthorne fire, is to help you gain respect?”

“And to help you. But yes, to gain respect so I can be treated like a normal person,” San nods, smiling at you.

You smile back, leaning against the back of the couch, “I have another question.”

“Shoot.”

“How long have you, like, felt this way? For me,” you asked gently, a small grin on your face as you watched San get flustered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Uh, since I met you, to be honest. You had this charm about you that I liked. It was your snappiness, your attitude…I liked it,” he admits.

“In school, though I wasn’t rich or anything, I was very liked. Every girl just threw themselves at me and it’s been like that forever, even at my job.

“Some of my female colleagues would ask if I wanted them to pull strings to get me to the top. Obviously, I declined. I like honest work. But you, Jazz, you never threw yourself at me. In fact, I’m pretty sure you hated me at first.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “It wasn’t hate. It was annoyance. I thought you were gonna be one of those cute reporters who use people to get your story and then you don’t give credit where it’s due. But clearly, you aren’t one of those guys,” you smile.

San smiles back, his dimples showing. “You think I’m cute? No, you’ve always thought I was cute?”

You roll your eyes, smile still gracing your features. “Shut up, who wouldn’t? You’re a tall guy, big muscles, and you’re a sweet talker. Anybody would think you’re cute.”

He grins victoriously, shifting closer to you on the couch. “So…about that kiss?” He says, wiggling his brows at you like a teenage boy.

You smile, turning your head. “You’re so…”

“Gorgeous? Handsome?”

“Such a dork,” you grin before tugging him closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. San chases you, putting more force, more passion into it.

His hands wrap around you, pulling you onto his lap, pushing his tongue into your awaiting mouth. You moan, your nails slightly digging into his broad shoulders.

He groans against you, pulling you flush against him, his hand traveling to the back of your head, kissing you deeper.

He pulls away first, his breathing heavy and full of need.

“Why’d you stop?” You ask, breathless yourself. He looks up at you, a laugh falling from his lips.

“I’ve got a boner, baby. Don’t wanna go too far,” he huffs, running a hand through his hair. You look less than pleased, but nod, getting off of him.

He sees your frustration and smiles, poking your cheek. “What’s wrong? Mad you can’t kiss me anymore?”

“Kind of.”

“I never said you couldn't, period. Just that I needed a breather,” San winks, tugging you closer once more. “Do you wanna kiss me?”

You nod, “Thought I made that clear.”

San smirks, hand on the back of your head. “Then go on, kiss me.” And you do, crashing your lips against his. It’s more charged, more needy.

His tongue tangles with yours, tasting you. He groans against you, grinding your body against his. You’re no better, running your fingers through his hair like it’s grounding you.

His hands roam your body, stopping at your boobs, cupping them through the fabric of your shirt. “Is this okay?” He grunted into your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

You nodded, “More than okay,” you sighed into his mouth, taking it upon yourself to grind down into his growing bulge. He grunts, hands gripping your hips as you move yourself back and forth on his lap.

“You keep doing that, I’ll cum in my pants, Jazz.”

“Not my problem,” you say back, trailing kisses down his jaw, sucking hickeys into his skin. He whines, tilting his head back for your pleasure, his fingers digging into your skin.

Minutes pass and suddenly, San’s hand is in your pants, his middle and ring finger knuckles-deep inside you. Your face is buried in his neck, your whines soft as he curls his fingers once more, rubbing your back affectionately.

“You close?” He breathes, voice husky in your ear. You nod, teeth indecisive if they want to plunge into his shoulder or not.

His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing in quick, tight circles. “Come on, sweet girl. You gonna cum for me?”

“Y-yeah, oh fuck,” you gasp, teeth finally digging into his shoulder as you cum on his fingers, pussy clenching tightly around him.

He rubs your back soothingly, slowly pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his lips, sucking your arousal off of them. “God, you taste good.”

“Glad you think so,” you laugh, letting him zip your pants back up. He fixes your hair, brushing a few strands from your face.

“You ready to go home?”

“Mhm,” you huff, standing up. San leads you back down to his car and drives you home in a comfortable silence. He does his routine check, making sure you’re safe, before leaving with a kiss.

Your shower is filled with giggles and thoughts of what happened tonight, your heart full when you drift to sleep.

San, on the other hand, can’t sleep. He’s wrecked, thinking about you. About how he’s lying to you while you’re finally happy with him.

“I gotta tell her,” he hums, staring at himself in his bathroom mirror.

But he would be too late, not knowing that in two days, when you both go back to the Hawthorne mansion, everything he’s worked so hard to build with you, will come crashing down.

[honghwalvr]

ASH

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7 > 8

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✦Synopsis; In a dimly-lit metropolis, the Hawthorne mansion's ruins hide a 20-year-old arson that framed Jasmine Banks' dad. The bookstore clerk teams with Choi San, a flirty reporter whose winks rile her, chasing coded clues to prove himself and for her to prove her dad's innocence.

✦Pairing(s); Choi San x OC

✦TW; Violence, Psychological Distress, Romantic Content, Implied (or straight up?) Sexual Content, Crime and Corruption, Language

✦Genre(s); Romantic Thriller

✦Notes; I'm really enjoying writing this🤤I hope you guys enjoy and please like and reblog if you do!! It really helps😁💙

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SEVEN

The next day, you’re stressed about seeing San. You’ve never felt this way before, for obvious reasons, but now? After you’ve kissed him? You were a wreck.

San was no different, indecisive about how to style his hair. It’s not like he wasn’t before, it’s just worse now that you’ve kissed him.

He decides to leave it fluffed and down, and you decide to face your fears.

But you two are even worse at the bookstore. Neither of you can actually get a sentence in, too many “No, you first’s” for either of your liking, and too much silence all at once.

You guys toss away the talking, now just sitting in the worst awkward silence in the world. Mr. Chang notices and laughs softly to himself, taking another customer while you try to figure out how to speak again.

“I—“

“We—“

“You first—“

“No, yo—“

You guys fall silent once again.

San takes it upon himself to speak first, taking a deep breath before he does. “Uh, do you think we should go back? Tonight?”

You thank him internally for speaking first, shaking your head. “Too risky. We should wait, um, like two more days. I think that’s a safe assumption.”

San nods and it’s quiet again. You refuse to look at him and all his teasing is gone—he can’t even stare at you like he loves anymore, not without feeling his heart rate pick up.

“Do you, uh, wanna go somewhere then? Just us?”

Your brain pops. “Uh, today?”

“Tonight, yeah.”

You fight the urge to say no, to say you’ll be busy with some made up work. So you nod instead, “Yeah. Where?”

“I’ll call you. 7 o’clock,” he says before getting up, your steps following.

“You want me to meet you or..?”

“No, I’ll pick you up. It’s a date,” he smiles softly.

You return it, “Sure. A date.”

By 6:45, you’re waxing the last piece of hair from your legs, having done it everywhere else already. You hold in a squeal as you rip the wax off, a hand over your mouth so as to not disturb your neighbors.

You get up quickly, take another shower, and as you get dressed, you drink cranberry juice and eat a bowl of pineapple.

You weren’t sure what the occasion was so you dress casually—a pair of dark, low-rise jeans, and a black, off the shoulder, cropped shirt.

Your makeup is simple with the addition of some winged liner and you put your hair in a bun, leaving some stray pieces.

At 7:00, you’re heading downstairs.

When the elevator opens, it reveals San in almost the same fit—black slacks, black compression shirt, and a leather jacket. He smiles at you, reaching out to you. You take his hand, giving him a smile of your own, and let him take you to his car.

His actual car, which is a black BMW.

“This is nice,” you hum softly, sitting on the plush seats.

“Mhm,” he mumbles after starting the car up. He drives for a little while before he’s bringing you to another building.

“We’re going to the roof,” he grins, squeezing your hand. You smile and nod, “Okay.”

On the roof, it’s beautiful. San strung up fairy lights, set up a couch, and somehow got a working tv up there. There was also a small coffee table that had some pre-ordered food.

“San, you did this? For me?” You ask, in awe. He nods, chewing on his bottom lip, hands in his pockets.

“I, uh, wanted it to be original. No cliches, so, I did it on my own,” he smiles, laughing when you throw yourself into his arms.

Being that you grew up estranged from your dad and people, you’ve never had too many grand gestures. Mr. Chang took care of you when your father got arrested and even then, he wasn’t sure how, being that he only had boys.

But he did his best, and now, you have another person in your life, doing their best. And you love it.

“It’s gorgeous, San. I could kiss you right now!” you exclaim happily, San grinning at your words.

“‘Could?’” He repeats, pulling you close to him. You shake your head, a hand against his chest.

“Let’s eat. Then we can discuss…this,” you motion between you two, walking towards the couch. San smiles as you walk away, his eyes landing on your ass. He sucks in a sharp breath before following.

[honghwalvr]

ASH

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6 > 7

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✦Synopsis; In a dimly-lit metropolis, the Hawthorne mansion's ruins hide a 20-year-old arson that framed Jasmine Banks' dad. The bookstore clerk teams with Choi San, a flirty reporter whose winks rile her, chasing coded clues to prove himself and for her to prove her dad's innocence.

✦Pairing(s); Choi San x OC

✦TW; Violence, Psychological Distress, Romantic Content, Implied (or straight up?) Sexual Content, Crime and Corruption, Language

✦Genre(s); Romantic Thriller

✦Notes; I'm really enjoying writing this🤤 I hope you guys enjoy and please like and reblog if you do!! It really helps😁💙

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SIX

San deemed it safe for you to go back to your place a month after the stabbing incident. He had no doubt that you were probably in the clear, considering that neither of you had made moves to enter the mansion again, putting you both off the radar of whoever was monitoring the ruins.

But, in that time, San had introduced you to a few friends of his. They didn’t work at the paper but instead were underground fighters who knew their way around a knife or two.

The “leader”, Kim Hongjoong, was insistent you learn how to spar with a knife of any size, wearing protective gear so you could practice the actual stabbing part.

And another, Song Mingi, taught San how to throw proper punches.

The two men flip flopped between you and San, teaching you both how to protect yourselves to the best of your abilities.

So now, as you climbed over the Hawthorne mansion wall once more, you knew in your heart you were more than prepared.

You let San in, just as you did last time, and you both got to searching once again, only this time, you’d discreetly mark the rooms you searched with a piece of chalk.

You both met up around the 2 hour mark, having finished searching the first floor.

“Find anything?” you asked, to which San nodded, showing you another note. This one was dated back to January and you both sat on the floor as you read.

01/06/05

He’s getting bolder, has been straight-up telling his father that if he doesn’t get what he wants, what he deserves, he’d burn.

I’ve been writing for my safety but I think he’s starting to catch on, always asking me what I’m writing, if I’d show him. But my answer is always the same.

“I’m writing about Jazzy, Sir.”

But how many times can you claim you’re writing about your 5-year-old daughter while having the nastiest scowl on your face imaginable.

I caught him digging through my stuff 3 nights ago, claiming he was just making sure I was all packed up to go visit my daughter. That’s when I started hiding my notes since I’ve been back in town.

I’ve started hiding them in Anthony’s dad’s bookstore, hoping that one day, if I get framed, someone will find them and prove my innocence. It’s a long shot, to assume that notes I’m writing in 2005 will make it to someone in the future. But I’ve gotta give it a shot, especially if I want to come out of this victorious.

“Who’s Anthony?” Were San’s first words after reading the letter, looking over at you.

“That’s Mr. Chang, the one who runs the bookstore now. Back then, he and my dad were only, like, 25, so my dad was still in school for doctor stuff and Mr. Chang was training to run the bookstore,” you confirmed, folding the note back up as carefully as possible.

San hummed, “So your dad really thought this through, hm?”

You nod, “Guess so. Let’s get ready to go,” you said, putting the notes in your pocket and standing up, helping San up as well.

You both walk out, heading towards the gate. San stopped abruptly, stopping you with his arm.

“What?” you whispered, understanding the need to quiet down.

“Don’t look, but we're being watched. A guy, across the street. He’s looking at us right now,” San mumbles, continuing to walk, his fingers lacing with yours once again.

“Do you have a mask to put on?” You ask him, worried the guy will see his face in the dark.

“Mhm. Don’t worry about me, act normal. Take the keys and when I say so, you hit the gas and do donuts, alright?” San says softly, placing the keys in your hand as he pulls his mask over the bottom half of his face, following you to the car.

You buckle up, starting the car like normal and starting to drive slowly.

“Now,” San commands, and you do as he asked, stepping on the gas and doing donuts, causing a stir up of dust.

You feel something hit your side of the car and you know it was from the guy across the street, who you’re now blinding with dirt.

“Now, drive off in the opposite direction of my place,” San says. “Be quick.”

And you are quick, driving off as fast as you can. San keeps an eye on the guy, who isn’t there anymore, and lets out a sigh.

“We just need to lie low for an hour or two. I know a spot past the Italian place down the road,” he says, instructing you as you drive.

You drive to a field, where there’s a hill. San holds your hand as he walks up the hill with you, sitting down once you get to the top.

“That was stressful,” you huff, laying back against the grass. San follows, his arms up behind his head as he nods.

“Yeah. You aren’t much of a getaway driver, are you?” He grins, nudging you softly.

“What makes you think you are?” You ask with a smile, looking at the stars.

“I’m the one who drives us to and from the mansion, genius.”

“Whatever,” you grin, shaking your head.

You both spend the time just talking about random stuff, trying to get your minds off of the stressful situations you’ve been in so far.

Around the two hour mark, San gets up.

“Time to get you home, Jazz,” he hums, taking your hand and pulling you up. You’ve been letting him hold your hand a lot more lately, and he hasn’t let it slip past his mind. But he doesn’t comment on it, not wanting to remind you.

He drives you home and you both continue to have stupid conversations, like whether or not you have one butt or two.

As he walks you to your apartment door, you end the conversation. “One butt, two butts—who cares? A butt is a butt.”

“Or it’s a butts.”

“You’re so childish,” you laugh, unlocking your door and stepping in cautiously. Every time San drops you off, it’s become routine to check your place for you.

And tonight is no different, especially as you guys were being watched at the mansion.

He checks every inch, double checking everything until he’s satisfied. “You’re safe once again, Jazz,” he says, standing just outside your door. You’re in front of him, looking grateful.

“Thank you, San. I like that you’re thorough, making sure I won’t be attacked in my sleep,” you smile sincerely. He smiles back, leaning against your door frame.

“Can’t have my pretty girl getting hurt again, now, can I?” He says, rather boldly. You don’t give him a response, too flustered to say anything.

“I, you…you’re annoying.”

“Hm,” he starts, leaning closer to you. “If I was so annoying, would you let me get this close to you?”

You keep your eyes trained on his, resisting the urge to look down at his lips. “I’m debating it.”

San gets bold, dipping to your height, a hand on your cheek. “Still debating?” He all but murmurs, looking at your lips now.

You suck in a breath, “Still debating,” you confirm.

He’s so close now, about an inch away from your mouth. “Still debating it?” He asks, looking back up at you. You shake your head.

“I’ve decided.”

“What did you choose?”

“Yes,” you mumble out before San’s lips are on yours, perfectly slotted against each other. He’s gentle, brushing your hair away from your face, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue.

Your hands instinctively rest on his chest, your heart racing as you let him slip his tongue into your mouth, his other hand wrapping around your waist and pushing you against him, holding you close.

It takes a neighbor clearing their throat for you two to break apart, to which you both rustle out apologies, faces hot with embarrassment.

San stumbles over his words, “See you, uh, t-tomorrow, Jazz.”

And you’re even worse, “Yeah, you tomorrow see!”

He walks down the hall with speed and you shut your door, leaning against it, your heart beating faster than it should be.

“What the fuck?”

[honghwalvr]

can't stop thinking about subby!mingyu with top!reader... hear me out...

his abs glistening with sweat, tensing and relaxing, gripping the bedsheets.

his moans are so vocal, like a pornstar (something you always loved about him).

"come on, baby" his voice is shaky, trying to get you to keep going.

your hand stops moving, you can't help but giggle when looking at the ruined state he is in.

when you said you wanted to do something new, this was not what he thought would happen.

you've been edging him for so long he can't even think clearly.

his dick throbs with precum, twitching at the slightest touch.

you start jerking him off again, going so fast out of nowhere.

his eyes are screwed shut, moans turning into high pitched whimpers.

"look at me" you coo, your hand slowing down.

he looks at you, hoping that'll get you to keep going.

you might think mingyu never has looked prettier, his eyes are even glassy and it looks like he might start crying if he doesn't get to cum right now.

"good boy" you praise him, your hand moves faster again. the petname makes his hips buck into your hand, cock twitching and he is so close to cumming.

"please" he mutters, he keeps repeating it like a mantra. his voice high and shaky, body trembling.

you keep going and it doesn't take long for him to cum all over your hand.

his moans are so loud, reminding you of all the wetness that's building up in your body.

im going crazy bye

[honghwalvr]

the problem is i’ll be mid meltdown about something like not having a job and just start crying about wanting to eat jongho. why is cannibalism the answer all of a sudden

[honghwalvr]

Q: When are you going to marry Yunho oppa??

M: Ah, we won’t get married...In Korea it’s still illegal for now.. And then, that friend…it's just a friendship! I don’t have any romantic feelings...STOP!

People can have "fantasies" about their favorite artists and talk about them with friends, on sm and so on BUT keep asking the same damn question to an artist, moreover on his birthday Live...just NO! That STOP should make some people think about their action...

[honghwalvr]

DUDE— I MEAN BABE !! -˚꩜｡- MARK LEE (이민형)

Oh no! Mark accidentally calls the love of his life dude! And now his baby is ignoring him ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡

Mark’s leaning over the back of the couch, upper body hanging down until his face is almost upside down above you. You’re curled up with your knees to your chest, scrolling through TikTok like he’s not even there, refusing to give him the satisfaction of eye contact.

He’s staring at you with those wide, pleading eyes, the kind that are way too hard to stay mad at.

“Babeeee,” he drags the word out dramatically, like he’s casting a fishing line and reeling you in, “you know I didn’t mean it.”

You don’t even glance up. “Nope.”

“C’mon,” he whines, leaning closer until his upside-down face is level with yours, peppering tiny kisses along your cheek.

You raise an eyebrow but keep your gaze locked on your phone, fighting the smile threatening to give you away. “You don’t call the love of your life ‘dude’ or ‘bro,’ Mark.”

He pulls back, mouth falling open like you’ve accused him of a crime. “I call everyone that!”

Finally, you turn your head just enough to give him a flat, unimpressed look. “Everyone? So I’m just… everyone now?”

“Stop thatttt,” he groans, pressing another kiss to your cheek before nuzzling into the side of your neck, covering your skin in warm little kisses. You roll your eyes, turning your face away to hide the stupidly giddy smile trying to break through.

But Mark’s relentless. He slides his hands along your jaw, gently tilting your face upward so you’re forced to look at him. From where he’s leaning over the couch, he gazes down at you with that boyish grin—half guilty, half smug.

“You’re not everyone,” he says softly, thumb brushing your cheek. “You’re my baby. My girl. My princess. My—”

“—dude?” you interrupt, lips twitching.

He groans again, dropping his forehead dramatically against yours. “Okay, fine. I’ll never say it again. Just don’t ice me out like this, I’m dying.”

You smirk, finally setting your phone aside. “We’ll see.”

Mark’s grin is immediate. “So… does that mean I can kiss you now without you rolling your eyes?”

You try to act unaffected, but he’s already leaning down, brushing his lips against yours in a quick, eager kiss before you can protest. And you can’t help but kiss him back.

yayyyyy i finally posted !! and it’s more mark !! he’s so cute i could eat him !!

[honghwalvr]

HongSang ♥

[honghwalvr]

Trans women are women, pass it on

Trans women are women. Pass it on.

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Trans women are women. Pass it on.

[honghwalvr]

Abbot Elementary – 1.13: Zoo Balloon

[honghwalvr]

hongjoong

breeding kink

stress relief

seonghwa

is it really a punishment when it feels so good?

riding

makes you work for it

yunho

biggg

strength

anal

yeosang

pretty man, pretty dick

teasing

san

sharing with wooyoung

messy

deep and full

mornings

squirting

let's you use him after a bad day

I don't even have a caption for this, it's hot and I wanna do it to him

worship

after a performance

mingi

couldn't wait to get home

wooyoung

you can't stop

sharing with san

videos he sends you on tour

jongho

stretch

tit worship

[honghwalvr]

i calculated incredibly wrong in my San fic “ASH”…in 2005, Jasmine is 5, meaning she was born sometime in the year 2000. But san is 15…i hope everyone can just move past that lmao

[honghwalvr]

𝘚𝘒𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 | 𝘗𝘚𝘏 𝘹 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

✂︎ [𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 1]: You hated blind dates. Desperate times called for desperate measures—your parents insisted you give this one a shot. Then, to your surprise, he was perfect. Charming, attentive, and almost too good to be true, the chemistry crackled like static between you. Jokes flowed, and your walls melted away. Just like that, he asked, “Meet my parents at our villa this weekend?” Was it excitement or dread? This fairytale was moving fast, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

✂︎[𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 2]: A dreamlike breakfast leads to a chilling brunch with Seonghwa’s parents—too polished, too wrong—and Eunji is suspiciously absent. His touches grow more possessive with irritation but it simmers beneath his charms. Yet, his charms slip when you ask to go home—he’s already taken leave for you. That day, you step past the seam in the gallery (slightly) after hearing noises again, and something shifts. The air, the walls, Seonghwa himself. It’s the after that sets you deeper into his trap: a visit to the place that makes him feel human. An orphanage. And his velvety creation.

✂︎[𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 3]: Seonghwa’s lips pull you deeper into a game of push and pull. Every touch of his—teasing. Every word a command. And every look a promise more than you’re ready to surrender. He said the others called it a sick business proposal, to him it was an agreement. But you had a choice…to sign the contract or to give in to something that left room for growth, desire and love.

[honghwalvr]

San really went through all the stages of grief in this episode because he wasn't paired with Yeosang...

AND THEN THEY CUT TO THEIR REACTIONS AND 'BE WITH YOU' STARTED PLAYING 🤣

AND HE WASN'T EVEN IN YEOSAN'S TOP 3 PICKS!

Brutal...and Wooyoung won't let up with the commentary 😈

("Everything is his own delusion")

And San won't stop commenting throughout the episode:

Jongho was having the time of his life because he got to do two things: spend time with his favorite hyung AND annoy San.

And San is totally fine with that

poor San...let him have his SanSang date!!

[honghwalvr]

He looks like he’s getting the best head of his life (I was on my knees)