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covenha · 2 months ago

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The Perfect Cocktail

Synopsis: You and San get into a fight that leads to Seonghwa and Siyeon having to mix up the perfect cocktail to get the both of you to make up. Pairings: Bff!San x fem!reader ; Renjun from NCT dream is also mentioned in the fic but not as a love interest per se; Siyeon from Dreamcatcher is Seonghwa's fraternal twin in this because I said so genre: crack, fluff, angst if u squint and look really hard Warnings: alcohol drinking and going to a club, oc jokes about offing herself once because of school, Siyeon jokes about a dilf professor WC: 2.8k (I got way too carried away this was supposed to be a blurb 😭); flashbacks are in italics a/n: this is fiction, so anything that is written in this piece does not portray these people's character irl. Please always read the warnings carefully. I got way too carried away with this one, but I hope you guys enjoy it! HIMYM is one of my favorite TV shows and I was inspired to write this fic because I rewatched a couple episodes. I also have no clue why I keep writing about clubs and sports, I have like 0 background in that so if there are any inaccuracies then you'll just have to deal with it lmao. I highkey think the formatting of this fic is off but as always, your feedbacks are always deeply appreciated. Hope you enjoy the fic!

“You know, if it bothers you so much, you should just go and talk to him.” Siyeon points out, taking you out of your train of thought.

“I mean, I could…” But you wouldn’t. Siyeon shakes her head.

You and San had a lot in common. You met at the age of six when you both decided you wanted to learn taekwondo. You shared a love for mint chocolate chip ice cream, a dislike for vegetables, and a deep passion for cats. But above all, you were both painfully in love with each other and too afraid to admit it. In your years of friendship, this was one of the biggest fights you’ve had to date.

[ 1 week ago ]

“I can’t believe you, San. You know how much this club means to me!” You point at San, your eyes are filled with disbelief. The arts club was something that you had joined on a whim during the first week of freshman year, but as time lapsed you grew to love the small group of artists in it.

“It was only a suggestion, I swear. I didn’t know they meant the arts club. C’mon, y/n, you gotta believe me.” He massages the bridge of his nose, then looks at you.

“God, you jocks never fucking think about anyone else but yourselves.” You mumble. A hurt expression quickly flashes on San’s face but he quickly regains his composure. You shake your head and cross your arms over your chest. The lunch in front of the both of you is forgotten as the atmosphere gets more heated.

“Look, when I suggested getting funding from somewhere else, I had no idea they’d take it from the arts club. Hell, I didn’t even think they’d take my idea seriously. Y/n, we need the money to get better equipment. You know this. We might actually have a fighting chance against SMU this year!” San argues with you.

“We had to fight tooth and nail for that money, San. You know those funds were going to help renovate the studio.” You bite back.

Siyeon and Seonghwa exchanged concerned glances. As fraternal twins, they were extremely good at communicating with each other, almost to the point of telepathy. They shared a look that they knew meant one thing.

We need to do something about this.

[ 5 days later ]

You groan as you plop yourself on your bed. Today was a long day. You woke up late to your first lecture of the day, scraped your knee because you tripped while running to said class, and had to skip lunch for an emergency meeting with your groupmates for your health ethics class. You silently cursed at your professor for thinking that an impromptu group project was a good idea.

“I despise that man.” You mumble into your pillow, still laying face down on it.

“I don’t know, if it wasn’t unethical I’d probably tap that.” You lift your head off of your pillow just to throw Siyeon a disgusted look.

“Mr. Kyle?! Gross.”

“What? He’s tall and cute. He gives me Carlisle Cullen vibes” Siyeon reasons out.

“He’s also 33, Siyeon.” She just chuckles at my words.

“Well, enough about your professor. You need a break. You aren’t looking too good.” Siyeon looks at me with genuine concern.

I probably looked worse than I felt. It was midterms week and deadlines were piling up. To make matters worse, you and San had not talked to each other for the whole week. But both of you were too stubborn to apologize to each other.

“God, tell me about it. I’m one minor inconvenience away from becoming a statistic.” You joke.

“Well….” Siyeon starts, I look over at her. “Midterms week ends this week, we could go clubbing this Saturday?” I groan at this suggestion.

“Siyeon, you did not just suggest that. Remember the last time we went out clubbing?”

“One more martini, kind sir!” Siyeon giggled at the bartender. He handed her the nth martini of the night, and she waddled her way back to the booth where you, San, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong, Seonghwa’s friend, were stationed.

“You know what would be stupid? If you guys dared us to make out. Wouldn’t that be so stupid?” Siyeon giggles again, while nursing her martini. Your eyes widen as you shake your head. She leans into you, making heart eyes at you then looking over to the boys.

“I dare you guys to dare us to make out.”

Needless to say, you were adamant to get her to sober up quickly that night.

“Every. Time.” You deadpan at Siyeon.

“What?! We had a great timeeeee.” She whines out her sentence. She gives me her best set of puppy eyes and looks at me with a pout.

“Pretty please.”

“Fine. But no martinis. I mean it.” You could never say no to her puppy eyes.

“I only suggested that because it would be so stupid…. So stupid.” she mumbles. But she grins inwardly, the plan had to work.

She sends Seonghwa a text.

SY: she folded, going clubbing tom SH: san just agreed to tomorrow too SH: operation perfect cocktail is a go SY: i did not agree to calling it that SY: nerd 🫵

[ Earlier that morning ]

The twins are sitting at their apartment table munching on some stale cereal. They clearly had a lot on their mind. It had been 4 days and you and San were still actively trying to avoid each other. This fight had been going on too long for comfort. Usually, you and San resolved fights within 2 days of starting them. You guys were whipped for each other, but too stupid to actually realize it.

“We need to interfere.” Seonghwa breaks the silence.

“Yeah, but they clearly won’t talk to each other. At least, not sober.” Siyeon reasons out.

“Wait no, that’s actually a great idea. We need to get those bitches drunk!” He suggests, pointing his spoon around.

“But, we can’t just get them any kind of drunk. We need a plan, Hwa.”

“Right, right. We need to get them the right kind of drunk. How about something mellow, red wine?” He suggests.

“I don’t know, red wine has a weird effect on y/n. She reaches like, a sad point of clarity.”

The room was buzzing with excitement as the countdown for the new year was about to start. Siyeon was sitting across y/n, at a college bar sipping on some red wine.

“B+. All my life I just wanted to be an A, but I’m a B+. And I just have to live with that?” she stares at her glass with a forlorn expression.

Happy New Year!

“If we want them to open up, I say we go straight up gin.” Siyeon gets a piece of paper to write down their ideas.

“Hmmm, last time San got gin drunk it was at that trashy sports bar. He almost got into a fight that night” Seonghwa shakes his head.

San was trudging through the dimly lit hallway trying to find the men’s room. He turns left and notices another guy walking towards him.

“Look at this dude. Who does he think he is? Walking to me, showing me no respect. I’ll show this chump what I’m made of.” San thinks to himself.

He continues walking down the hallway, taking large strides trying to size up his opponent. Just as he is about to make contact with his newly sworn enemy– thump.

What the?

Oh. It was a mirror.

“How about cocktails… Pina Coladas?” Seonghwa suggests.

“Well, when san has one of those he gets really into himself.” Seonghwa recalls.

It was a halloween tradition for the five of you to hang out at the twin’s apartment and have cocktails. And as the night progressed everyone was getting buzzed with the “pina ghoul-adas” made by Hongjoong. Everyone was gathered at the front of the television watching Gonjiam– all except San who was too scared to even look at the TV. Instead, he was stationed at the front of a full-length mirror nursing the yellow drink in his hand and swaying to the sounds of the movie. He was looking at his own reflection with sensual feline eyes. Clearly he was feeling himself.

“Hey guys. I dare you to dare us to make out.” San playfully winks at his own reflection.

“Sannie, you know that’s another mirror right?” Hongjoong points out. But San is too busy flirting with his own reflection.

“They’re idiots.” Seonghwa sighs.

“Agreed.” Siyeon nods.

“This better work. I can’t have another lunch with the both of them going at each other. They ruined taco tuesday.” Seonghwa says solemnly.

“We got this.” Siyeon smirks.

If there was one thing the Park twins were great at, it was meddling in other people’s lives. To this day, you still shudder at what they did to Chris after he stole and reformatted Hongjoong’s laptop. You never wanted to get on either of their bad sides.

[ Saturday night ]

Dolled up and ready to finally let loose, you and Siyeon book an uber going to the club that you guys usually frequent. But when you get there, you aren’t too thrilled to see San standing near the entrance with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. You look over to Soyeon with an unimpressed look.

“Really?” You deadpan at her.

“The boys wanted to come with, okay? And I knew you would cancel on me if you knew….” She smiles sheepishly at you. But you know what? You were not going to let some stupid boy get in between you and a fun time.

“God, I need to get drunk.” You sigh to yourself. This night better be a fun one.

You guys walk into the club after lining up to get in. The place is teeming with sweaty bodies dancing and grinding on the dancefloor. Usually, you would have cringed at the sight of so many people. But with the 3 shots of tequila you and Siyeon drank as pre-game, the positive buzz was humming through your body and your inhibitions were starting to melt away. You guys make it to the bar but there is a line to get drinks. Hongjoong leaves for the men’s room, and the twins volunteer to get the first round of drinks, leaving you and San to awkwardly sit in silence as you wait for the twins to come back.

Lining up at the bar, the twins look over to you and San basically ignoring each other. Sitting across from each other at the booth, it looks like the both of you haven’t even said anything to each other.

“Okay, we’ve cross-referenced every alcoholic drink with their reactions. What’s the right drink for this situation?” Siyeon she eyes the both of you sitting at the booth.

“They aren’t even looking at each other…. Hmm, we need a drink that will start a fight.” Seonghwa says.

Gin.

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“God and we’re back to this again. You can’t honestly believe that I would suggest something like that and be serious about it y/n.” San’s eyebrows furrow at your unimpressed expression.

“I don’t know, San. Can I? I knew you didn’t like me hanging out with Renjun but this would be taking it way too far.” You roll your eyes at him. Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing in you. Or maybe it was the over stimulating environment. But whatever it was, you were getting fired up. In fact, you both were.

“What does this have to do with me not liking Renjun?! I don’t like the bitch but I wouldn’t backstab you like that like some crazy psycho!” Bringing up Renjun clearly bothered San a lot. Of course, he didn’t like him. He could tell that he also had a crush on you. It takes one to know one, you could say. But he would rather manscape coach Liu before he admitted that out loud. Deep down, he knew that some sick part of him was a little happy that you would spend a little less time with the boba-eyed boy. But, he didn’t want to tear down something that he knew meant a lot to you.

“Well if you really were my friend, you should’ve fought for me!” You point at him.

“Okay, now that we have them where we want them. We need a drink that will make them emotionally vulnerable. I’m talking full on Kim Kardashian ugly crying.” Seonghwa says.

“Right. Right. We need something that will turn subtext into text.”Siyeon scans through the handy notes that she took down.

Whisky.

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“I just felt like I was never good enough to be your friend. I’m not talented in drawing like you are. I could never really relate to how you and Renjun banter over your arts and stuff. It felt like I was being replaced!” He tears up. His pout and his red face was melting your heart.

“Oh Sannie, I could never replace you. I was just so hurt when the club’s funds were going to be used for something else. I was so upset that I took it out on you. I just wanted something to be involved in, you know? To feel important.” You slur out your heartfelt words.

“y/n, you are so important to me. Like super duper atomic bomb important.” San hiccups.

“It just felt like you were getting so involved with soccer that you would forget about me…” You pout, tears starting to gather in your eyes.

“Oh god, I never thought about how you would feel.” San cries out.

“I never thought about how YOU would feel. I’m such a dingus.” You wipe away your tears and frown. You see a bit of your mascara in your finger. But you felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulder.

“Man that got depressing real fast.” Siyeon looks over at both of your forms drunkenly leaning on one another after that heart-to-heart conversation.

“We need them to let loose a little. I mean, that’s what we came here for anyway. Might as well give them a little of what they actually came here for.” Seonghwa points out.

Pina Colada.

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You and San are slowly swaying your hips to the tunes of Charli XCX’s top hits. The strobe lights are bouncing off the walls, the bass of the songs vibrating throughout the club so hard they make your heart hurt. The both of you were finally having some fun after midterms week fried your brain.

“Wooooo! Fuck health ethics, fuck my professor, and fuck midterms week!” You nod to the beat of the song.

San was dancing in front of a mirror placed on the corner of the club, just having a great time twirling the little umbrella that came with his drink. He was making the same sensual look at himself in the mirror, biting his lip even.

“God I missed this feeling.” Seonghwa sighs in satisfaction, looking over at the two of you breaking it down to Guess by Charli XCX.

“I know right. Now I know why we love meddling in people’s lives so much. Dance my puppets, dance!” Siyeon rubs her hands together like a villain in a disney movie.

“Okay, let’s end the night before they black out and forget everything. We need to end it with a bang.” Seonghwa says.

Beer.

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“I love you.” San slurs while stumbling across the pavement with his one arm wrapped around your waist.

“No, I love YOU.” You giggle and boop his nose. You are swayed by his unsteady walking.

“God, we are just so loving. Nobody is doing it like us, y/nie.” San smiles thoughtfully.

The both of you are a giggling mess as the twins try and haul you into Hongjoong’s car. The drive to the twins’ apartments was riddled with a bunch more “I love you”s being drunkenly slurred between the both of you. Hongjoong, who was the drunk driver, was nervously looking at the backseat every now and then, hoping and praying that neither of you vomit in his car. But the real challenge was getting the both of you up 3 flights of stairs.

After successfully hauling the both of you into the apartment, you and San lay a tangled mess on their pull-out couch. The both of you are out cold once the twins managed to change most of your soiled clothes. Sleeping like babies while cuddling each other, the twins look exhausted but satisfied at their work.

“Mission Perfect Cocktail: Success!” Seonghwa whisper-shouts while pumping his fist in the air.

“I never agreed to call it that.” Siyeon repeats herself.

“Whatever, you donkey. You just hate that I’m more creative than you.” Seonghwa snaps back at Siyeon.

“Oh please, like I could ever be jealous of your virginity corner.” Siyeon claps back.

“Hey!”

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jeonginslefthand · 4 months ago

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Morning Flowers 💐

Pairing: FlowerShopOwner!ChoiSan x Reader Genre: Little shop of horrors AU/Fluff Word Count: 2.2k+ Plot Summary: You’ve recently heard rumors about a mysterious flower shop that just opened up. You decide to go check out the shop wanting to get some new plants for your home. Little do you know the owner catches your attention more than the store (and possibly your heart) Warnings: Depictions of self-harm towards the end (reader discretion is advised!!), slight mentions of murder A/N: Part one of my first series is here! I was thinking about the time San said that if he wasn’t an idol he would be a flower shop owner. Not only is that very fitting, it also makes a great fic idea. Also spicing up the idea making it Little Shop of Horrors related cause I love the musical a lot. I’m not sure how many parts I plan to make with this but enjoy the first chapter! Little Shop on 8th Street Masterlist Ateez Masterlist

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“This looks like the place…” you softly say to yourself as you drive past a flower shop. You find a parking spot near the shop and prepare to go inside.

You didn’t even know there was a flower shop this way until your friend brought it up on last night’s FaceTime conversation. She told you about the rumors coming from the shop. Certain customers would disappear after a few visits with the shop being the last place they were seen at. In the moment you laughed and brushed it off as a silly conspiracy theory, but you got a little curious after the call. You looked into the shop further and found no actual evidence. There was only word of mouth and conspiracy Reddit threads on the topic. Still, you needed some new plants for your apartment so you decided to check out the shop the next day.

And here you were now. Standing in front of the flower shop with a sign in bright red letters “Little Shop on 8th Street.” An interesting name for a flower shop. You walk inside the flower shop taking in the scenery inside. It looks like a typical flower shop with different types of flowers in glass displays, other plants scattered around the shop as decoration, and flower food and tools neatly lined up on the shelf displays. It does live up to its name not being a big shop, but the setup makes the inside feel like a plant nursery. You also noticed that not all the products were flowers looking at the green plant displays. You look around some more, feeling overwhelmed by the options around you.

You find yourself drawn to a bouquet of yellow flowers. The flowers look like they had just bloomed and have a faint smell of apricot.

“Beautiful aren’t they?” You hear a voice behind you say. You jump at the sound of his voice and turn to face the man as your eyes meet

You start to examine the man that came up behind you. He’s tall and muscular with his hair colored black. The hair is slicked back with some strands sticking out framing his face, which you move to next. His face has many sharp features but his smile softens those features. He has a warm gentle smile, a smile that comforts you, makes you feel secure. You move down to notice his nametag that says “San” decorated with flowers and Sanrio stickers.

“Sorry to startle you,” San says breaking you from your trance. “I noticed you were staring at these flowers for a while.”

“Yeah, they’re beautiful. Can you tell me more about them?” you say, stumbling on your words a little in the process.

“Of course! These lovely flowers are begonias. They make great houseplants and are great to put by windows. They love the sun and tropical climates the most. You may have noticed they smell a little like apricot. They tend to emit that scent during the summer season. If you’re wondering how long they last, typically 2-3 years. It all depends on where you grow them and how you care for them!”

You notice how San’s face lights up as he explains the simple flowers in front of you. You can tell he’s passionate about his work and knows a lot about the subject.

You walk over to another batch of flowers that caught your eye. “What about these?” you ask pointing to the purple flowers.

“Those are African Violets! They are one of my favorites here. They also make great houseplants and respond well to room-temperature environments. If you are considering getting these, just keep in mind the soil must be evenly moist. And avoid getting water on these cute fuzzy leaves. They won’t be fuzzy anymore and will turn an ugly brown color. I also have some in a ruffled pattern and a white color pattern. Highly recommend these especially if you’re looking for an easy plant to grow.”

“Oh, nice!!” You take note of those flowers for later and move on to the plant next to them. “These also look interesting.”

“That is a pothos plant! I love the multi-colored leaves on this plant. It can help add some variety if you have a lot of solid green plants. These are also low maintenance. They only need to be watered once or twice a week. They also grow great in low-light environments. If you’re looking to use them as a house decoration, I would recommend hanging them up for the best results!”

You continue talking with San about the different plants in the shop and he eagerly explains every plant you ask about. You aren’t completely clueless about plants, but you love hearing him explain each type of plant and how to take care of them. The way he explains everything with passionate energy makes you smile and intrigues you enough that you want to hear more. Eventually, the conversation moves away from plants and you begin to learn about San.

He tells you that he’s moved around for years now. He owns the shop (no wonder he knows so much) and has mainly lived in big cities.

“I don’t like the cities that much. I get a lot of customers, but it’s overwhelming living in large cities. That’s why I wanted to move to a smaller town. It’s so peaceful and I have more time to care for my plants properly,” San explains.

“I understand. It’s the only reason I haven’t moved out of here yet. This town is a bit boring at times, but the peacefulness makes up for it,” you respond.

San starts to ask about you as well. You tell him about how you’ve lived in this town your whole life and are jealous that he got to explore many different places. You start talking about your job a little and about your hobbies. The conversation flows so naturally you forget what you came in for in the first place. You find out you and San have very similar interests, especially when it comes to Sanrio products.

“Between us, I have a huge collection of Sanrio plushies. They are nice to sleep with and I love the cute character designs.” San tells you.

“Oh same with me! I collect a whole lot of plushies and fuzzy toys. Don’t tell anyone this, but I used to be a big Furby collector back in the day.”

“No way! Seriously? You used to collect those creepy little birds?”

“They aren’t creepy, they were adorable to me at least! And I sold most of the ones I owned a long time ago. I still have a few left I keep for sentimental reasons.”

“Never knew why people liked those things so much. Isn’t it weird that they stare right into your soul? Who knows what evil things they could be plotting behind those eyes.”

You laugh hearing San’s response. “Well, it’s not like they were going to take over the world or overthrow the government. Although, it would be funny wouldn’t you think? A Furby revolution?”

“Alright, no more Furby talk. Have you decided which plants you want for your house?”

Right, you came in here to buy plants, not to chat it up with the store owner. Although, you weren’t sure if you wanted to buy anything anymore. You wanted an excuse to come see San again. But you would feel bad if you didn’t get something, especially after he talked a lot about these plants. You end up getting seeds for the African violets and a succulent plant you saw. You also get the soil and pots you need for the plants and head to the register to check everything out.

“Anything else I can get you? Maybe some plant fertilizer from our selection here?” San says as he gestures towards the glass display at the register.

“Oh, that’s alright!” You respond. But you’re thinking to yourself “Maybe I can get your number and a date—” being very careful to not say it out loud.

“Great! Then here is your total for everything. Just follow the instructions on the keypad.”

You tap your card to pay for your new plant materials. As San is processing the payment you notice out the corner of your eye a door with a glass window. Through the window, you vaguely see a plant that you don’t think you saw anywhere in the store. You don’t think you’ve seen that plant in your life. You’re curious and turn to San. “What’s the plant in the room over there? Why isn’t it out here with the rest of the plants?”

San freezes. It seems he wasn’t prepared to answer that question. Or maybe he forgot about the plant in the room across from the register. Whatever it was, he took a breath before answering.

“Oh, that is… a special plant of mine. It’s one of a kind but it grows like a weed so I try to keep it away from the rest of the plants. Trust me that’s… not a plant you want in your home. Or anywhere…” San hesitantly answers. His answer about the plant was different from his other answers. The answer didn’t have the same passion he had before. It seemed that he didn’t want to talk about the plant. You decided not to question him further and take your stuff off the register.

“Please come back again! I enjoyed talking with you today!” San says before you leave.

“Same here! I will definitely be back. I’d love to hear you talk about these plants more!” You respond smiling.

You walk out of the shop realizing you were in there longer than you thought. Thankfully you went in the morning so it was late afternoon when you finally left the shop. You get back in the car with your new houseplant projects. You recount the day you had with San and didn’t find anything suspicious about the shop other than the weird room with the seemingly large plant. Although it was weird San was reluctant to answer the question about the plant, it wasn’t anything that rang any alarm bells. Maybe it was just an annoying plant. You drive off to your home, excited to add these new plants to your collection, and your mind on the pretty flower shop owner San.

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San has a couple more customers come in after you leave. After the last customer leaves it’s evening time and San officially closes the shop and locks the door. He then goes to the back room, the room with the plant you had asked about.

“Finally you’re back! You got any fresh meat for me?” The plant says as San walks into the room.

“No, I don't have any real food for you today. You’re going to have to suck it up and take my blood today.” San responds, seeming very annoyed.

“Aww come on! All those customers and not one you’re willing to sacrifice?”

“I hope you realize that some people are starting to get suspicious. I can’t pick any random person to feed to you.”

“Tough titty.”

San rolls his eyes as he picks up a knife nearby and cuts into his left arm. He holds the arm above the plant as the plant sucks up all the blood dripping from San.

“I can’t survive on your blood forever. I need real human meat soon!” The plant says.

“You’ll get your ‘real food’ soon I promise. I have to lay low for a little while. I think someone filed a missing persons report on the last person I gave you. Probably what’s started all the rumors online.” San says as he gets bandages to wrap over his arm.

“What about that girl that came in here earlier asking about me? The Furby girl?”

“You heard that??”

“I hear everything. This shop ain’t that big sweet cakes.”

“Fair. And no, under no circumstance are you allowed to even touch her.” San starts to get more annoyed with the plant at the mention of you.

“But, she would taste delicious. Could last me at least a week and a half!”

San’s annoyance starts to turn into anger. He doesn’t know why he’s feeling this way about you. He just met you today, yet he can’t get you out of his mind. And he was just starting to get to know you, he doesn’t want that to disappear. He finishes wrapping the bandage around his arm and walks to the plant.

“If you do as much as lay a vine on that girl, I will not hesitate to rip out your roots and chop up every part of you until there is nothing left. Am I clear?” San says in a more sinister tone.

“Hmph, fine. Better fetch me a finger-licking good meal flower boy.” The plant responds in a condescending tone.

“Goodnight Audrey.”

San walks out of the room and heads to his apartment above the flower shop. He lands on his couch exhausted, wondering why he’s still taking care of that plant. But all of that doesn’t matter. All San is hoping as he drifts to sleep is that you don’t become his next victim, no matter the cost.

~~~ If you enjoyed consider leaving a like, reblog, and/or comment! It means a lot and I appreciate it 🩷

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adoringsan · 10 months ago

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Princess y/n’s father was keeping something from her for a while, she could tell. What y/n wasn’t expecting when the King finally sat her down to reveal the big secret, is that she now has a boyfriend for the media. Enter kpop idol Choi San, y/n’s alleged boyfriend.

‘Who the hell is Choi San? Because he’s just signed a death sentence.’

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Ateez royalty/idol smau —

Pairing — Idol! Choi San x Princess! y/n

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Genre — smau (featuring some written chapters ! fluff ! crack ! angst ! smut (will be marked with an m for mature)

Note — This is my first piece on here! This is completely FICTIONAL, no aspect of this au is true to the idols featuring. Hair colours and timestamps are inaccurate unless stated. There will be mentions of alcohol, mental health and sexual topics. All interactions are so appreciated as I just started this account! Feel free to send me asks too <;3

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CHARACTER PROFILES — 2 parents, 6 gremlins princess chanhee and his bitches

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 5 months ago

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Hope you’re doing well especially with the personal matters that are going on in your life! Hope you feel better and I hope things calm down for you sooner rather than later! 🖤 happy to see you back though!

I’ve been thinking more and more about how Siren!San would be as a mate (if you don’t feel like writing this that’s totally fine! 🖤🖤🖤)

Being Siren!San's Mate

❥Siren Choi San x gn reader

➯a/n: thank you 🫶🫶 i hope my little ramblings of being siren sans mate are enjoyable !

▼・ᴥ・▼ (✯◡✯)genre: headcanons, fantasy

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: mentions of kidnapping, fantasy body transformations, fated soulmates, not proof read

⁂perm taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

Sannie canonically has blonde hair in Shells, and I don't know if I've mentioned his tail color but I think it would be a pale pink. That in mind, he's a shallow water siren as apposed to a deeper water siren, because he blends in better. (Unlike Hongjoong with red hair and fluctuating tail color, who blends in with the darker waters)

That most likely is the way he meets his mate, and not a wreck or attack. Just his mate swimming a few miles off shore and he catches a whiff and then they're gone *poof*

San, in any universe, shape, or form, is a family man so he's like an excited puppy: swims around in circles at the pool entrance of his den until his mate wakes up.

When his mate wakes up and is inevitably like YO WTF DAWG, he's calm and collected even though his heart is about to jump out of his chest. He won't crowd his mate *cough cough hongjoong* because he's deathly afraid of sending them into shock from his mark.

That being said, he's still incredibly clingy-

Angel in Shells is a lucky woman 🙏(besides the kidnapped and turned into a siren part) because let me tell you Siren!San is not letting a single hair on his mates body be hurt or even uncomfortable.

Too cold? Boom- fire. Too hot? Boom- cooling lotion. Sad? He'll sing a song! Angry? Well that's okay, you can hit his chest and cry until you tire yourself out.

That's par for the course for most sirens with their human mate I think, but San takes it seriously. He'd slap a fish if it looked at you the wrong way and yell at seaweed that spooked you on your first trip into the water. (ex. not wanting Angel to touch Joongs mate because he doesn't want her to get sick, and comforting her)

He's a lot more in tune with his emotions than you'd think, he knows it's 'okay' to be exited but he also knows that you're going through a huge shock and so he lets out his excitement by talking to you. Whether you listen or not, it really doesn't matter.

And it also doesn't matter what he's talking about- though he makes it a point to avoid talking about things that make your heart beat irregular. He sticks to tame things at first, like the tribe and how they work and his own family and his favorite spots to sunbathe just under the surface of the water (promising to take you to all of them).

He tells his mate what's to come, unlike Hongjoong who dropped his moms lore and then shut that shit down 😭

Once you start transforming, he's nearly suffocating with watching your process in pure awe.

The first time he sees his mates tail?? He's thanking the Huntress for every little moment that lead him here.

If it matches his like some mates do, whew boy prepare to be smooched to death. (Prepare to be smooched to death either way actually)

The first time you go hunting together, his cheeks are sore from all the smiling he's doing, he wants to teach you anything and everything there is- and he will in due time.

One little detail I think really fits Siren!San is that every night before bed, even when he slept on the floor in those first few weeks to give you the comfort of his nest, he'd blow on your wrist to see his signature appear- ecstatic every time knowing that you were fated for him.

The first night you do it back, both of your scales turning pink when your name mimics his, he nearly dies of pure bliss.

#ateez #choi san #ateez au #choi san au #ateez san #ateez headcanons

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twilightzoneletters · 4 months ago

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[4:07 pm]

"just like that? This is it?"

"goodbye, san."

the only thing san heard after your final words to him was the dial tone of the phone call ending.

his heart ached but all he could do was sit there. he still loved you and cared for you. he couldn't even imagine a future without you in it, and he had never even once considered it a possibility.

he wanted to run to you, to hold your hand and tell you how much you meant to him. he wanted to do anything or say anything to make you stay.

but he couldn't bring himself to do any of those things. because above anything else, the thing he wanted most of all was for you to be happy.

if this is really what you wanted, if this is really what would make you happy, he would do it. san would endure anything for you.

but that night as he lay in bed, regret claws at his throat, and tears burn his eyes. he can't keep your words from echoing in his head.

"i can't do this anymore san. let's just breakup."

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roomsofangel · 1 year ago

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. . SO IT GOES !

if you asked choi san, his soulmate was absolutely crazy — who the hell eats sardines at three in the morning? not only that, but why was his pizza missing?

if you asked y/n l/n, she was just really hungry.

pairing dancer!san x barista!fem!reader

genre/tags social media au, written, humor/crack, fluff, angst, suggestive, slow burn (kinda, depending on how you see it), college / soulmate au

warnings timestamps/sm numbers + hair colors dont mean anything, but my raging perfectionism tries to make it coherent and matchy. a lot of swearing because im incapable of writing anything that doesn’t involve my sailor mouth. mentions of unhealthy eating/overall serious topics. questionable humor. cyber bullying. sexism/slutshaming. mental illness/anxiety. a lot of dishonesty on san’s end since he isn’t ready for a soulmate. mentions of alcohol/drugs. y/n had a tough childhood that will be mentioned in brief passing but all chapters will have a more thorough warnings if needed — please let me know if i missed something!

notes the taglist is open! & y/n does have a specific faceclaim for pictures, but i try to use a variety!

featuring ateez, a few ocs for y/n’s friends, kang taehyun & choi yeonjun (txt), lee felix (stray kids), shin ryujin (itzy)

status ongoing

elf practice | dysFUNctional family | priv accounts

(quality possibly will suck until chapter twelve! apologies! i moved over this fic from @solenthill to this account and didnt realize how bad the quality was</3)

. . # chapters !

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 2 years ago

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Reacting to best friend!San's thirst traps

Warnings : swearing, suggestive af

A/N : This man. Just. This man. Enough said. I don't think anything else needs to be said.

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

Part 1

@mxnsxngie @maeleelee @lethallyprotected @eastleighsblog @abbiestearsricochet @berryblog @th3melthatfell @weird-bookworm @randomwimp @dreamingaboutjisung @the-lemon-boy @choisoorin @minhoino @retromalum @junebug032 @comingupwithacoolnameishard

#ateez imagine #ateez x reader #ateez au #ateez smau #ateez fake texts #ateez #choi san imagine #choi san x reader #choi san au #choi san smau #choi san fake texts #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

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anyamaris · 4 months ago

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It's You

Title: It's You

Word Count: 2540

Summary: Getting lost at an Ateez concert has an unexpected experience you'll treasure forever.

Pairing: Choi San x F!Atiny!Reader

Trope-Idol AU/Angst

Warnings: Concert stuff, a bit of vulgar language, a bit angsty...I think that's it?

Tags: @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @starlitmark @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @wooahaeproductions @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @starillusion13 @minki-moo @woosanbby @frenchkisstheabyss

@cafekitsune Thank you for banners and dividers! 🤍💜🤍

A/N: I'm dedicating this to @sanjoongie because you helped me talk through this and you know what you did 🤍💜🤍It's short and a bit rushed but I had the idea the other night and wanted to get it out of my head. I hope you all enjoy!

The air around you is humid as you watch Ateez wave and walk off stage.

Sound check was entirely worth it, though you’d waited in lines for hours.

Despite the disorganization, the chaos, the other random not so pleasant events building to this moment.

Despite it all, the moment you got to see Ateez walk out onto that stage, in person, right in front of you?

It was all worth it.

You look around the enormous venue from your place on the floor, at all the Atiny gathered around talking.

Sweat beads on your brow and one of the girls you met today smiles at you as she fans you both.

“I’m going to go get some water and possibly stop at merch, did you want anything?” she asks.

Touched at her offer, you nod.

“Yes, please! Can you get me a Yeosang picket?”

She nods as she stands, “Of course!”

“You have my insta, message if you need anything!” You wave as she wanders off up to the higher floors.

One of the best things about concerts was meeting all the fans, at least for you that was a massive part of it.

Turning to see what your friends are doing, you try to join the conversation but they seem to have their own thing going on.

Fighting down the feeling of third wheeling, you just slap on a smile and wander around to meet some more new people.

The screens keep randomly coming on with some videos to tease everyone, making you all think the concert is about to start, but it’s not quite time yet.

After what seems like ages, you finally spot your new friend walking back down the arena steps, pickets in hand.

Excited to see her, especially since the concert is about to start soon, you watch her approach as you wave to her.

Yet when she presents your two other friends with pickets and nothing more, your stomach drops.

“Oh…they didn’t have anymore Yeosang?” you ask, fighting back the sadness overcoming you.

Oh well, maybe next time, you think.

“Oh….” the younger girl says, looking between your two friends who now hold their own biases.

“You didn’t say you wanted one?” One of them throws in and you feel your heart plummet.

“I…I did…when you left…” You tell the younger girl who’d gone.

“Oh…when I messaged they said they were the only ones who wanted them….” She says, regret washing over her face.

“It’s okay.” you say, fighting back the way your throat clenches and tears prick your eyes.

“Maybe next time.”

After a bit of back and forth and waving it all off, you turn to just try to focus on the show.

It didn’t matter if you didn’t get a silly picket, really.

You were here, at Ateez.

But still…

A hand on your arm brings you out of your sad thoughts.

“Hey, I’m so sorry….I know you said Yeosang when I left but when I messaged them…they said just the two….”

Glancing at your two friends who were back to conversing, you just shake your head.

You had asked her when she was going…and they hadn’t asked you at all.

They are just excited to see each other, catching up.

Things you tell yourself over and over as whenever you’ve attempted to join the conversation just earns you a tight smile, a nod, a snappy retort that makes you feel as if you’ve butted in.

So you just retreat into your own mind, ignoring the overwhelming feeling of heartbreak threatening to ruin your experience.

“Really, it’s fine. I don’t think they were listening when I said it anyhow.” you tell the poor girl, who looks like she’s about to cry.

You can’t help but glance back at the stairs, head spinning now.

For some reason, you know you don’t need the damn picket, but…

Now it feels like you need it to stop your mind from imploding.

“I have some time…you know what…I’m going to go get one.” you finally announce.

The younger girl’s sad face perks up and she nods, “I’ll come with you!”

“No, it’s okay, we have twenty minutes and I don’t want you to miss anything.” You tell her.

It’s not her fault, and she doesn’t need to make up for anything.

She hands you a Yunho pc with a smile and gestures for you to follow her.

“Really, I’ll at least show you where to go. And have a Yunho cause I feel really bad.” She says.

Not wanting to argue, you just smile, touched that she’s willing to accompany you.

It sounds painfully selfish in your head, but it was nice to feel like someone cared about you, even for a moment.

This wasn’t how your first kpop concert was supposed to feel.

You’d wanted a week building up watching Ateez, eating and breathing them.

Squealing with your friends over the upcoming show, just being a completely ridiculous fangirl.

It had been anything but that.

All you can do now is make sure the rest of your night was happy.

Just focus on Ateez! You think to yourself.

That’s what brought you here.

All the other Atiny you’ve met have been amazing, spending the time you’ve waited in line and after soundcheck talking about your biases and what you’re looking forward to.

Finally getting into the long merch line, you wave off the younger girl as she returns downstairs and turn to wait.

Here too, you find yourself chatting to other Atiny, especially when the videos keep coming on to tease at the show starting, watching everyone in line around you panic.

“Please…please please….” you mutter, watching the merch sell down, eyes on your Yeosang picket.

As you draw closer, you hear the music start again, mere minutes for the start of the actual show.

Heart pounding, you can’t help but grin as the man pulls down your picket and you scan your card in record time.

“Yes!” you say out loud, feeling silly, but then sprinting off to get back down.

Suddenly, you look around, watching the Atiny at the general admission seats all file out to see the show.

Yet, it feels like you’ve gone far past wherever you came out.

“Uhhh…” you hum aloud, turning in a circle to look around.

Heart pounding as you hear the music growing louder, you try to fight back panic as you find a staff member.

“Where are the elevators?” you ask, and nod as you try to comprehend directions.

Yep, you’d run right past them in your haste.

Feeling stupid, you turn and run back, randomly stopping a staff member to make sure you’re heading the right way.

After three times, you’re finally directed to some nondescript doors and push through, a sense of relief washing over you as you see the elevators.

“C’mon…” you mumble, watching some people come through behind you.

The door dings and opens, and the people behind you file in.

“Which floor?” one of them asks.

“Ummm..”

Good question, you think.

“Down, maybe P1?” You tell her.

She shakes her head, halting the door from closing.

“This is going up, you’ll have to catch the next one.”

Shit.

Nodding, you exit off so they can go, apologizing, then turning to press the button down.

Stop making mistakes cause you’re in a hurry, you chastise yourself.

Suddenly, everything building up the whole week feels heavy.

The feeling of not being wanted around, third wheeling.

The sense of being alone in an arena packed with people.

Heart breaking even while your favorite group is about to step onto stage in moments.

Am I going to miss this?

What floor am I even supposed to be on?

Your mind races, getting on an elevator alone and hitting a button for one of the lower floors.

It feels like hours, even though it’s only seconds before the doors open and you race out, finding yourself in a long hallway.

“Shit…” you grumble, clutching your picket to your chest.

Turning around, you make your way back to the elevators and try another floor.

Finding a moment of clarity, you message your friend.

“I have no idea where I am…”

You doubt they will be looking at their messages though.

Your heart drops as you realize you actually may be lost, stepping out onto a floor that looks just like the rest.

You run halfway down, heart sinking as you realize you’re going to miss it.

You’re going to miss Ateez.

And no one is likely even wondering where you are.

It’s not supposed to be like this.

You feel your eyes burn, not even worried anymore about your makeup as you swipe at your eyes.

Picket clutched to your chest, hair damp from the heat, crying in a stupid hallway all alone at an arena packed with people.

How fucking ridiculous.

A sob escapes you before you can stop it, doing your best to collect yourself because crying isn’t going to-

“Hey…you’re not supposed to be down here!”

The male voice startles you, heart skipping as both panic and relief fill you.

Maybe he can help you find where you’re supposed to be.

Maybe you’re about to get kicked out for going somewhere you’re not supposed to be.

“Calm down.” You hear another voice, then your heart about jumps right out of your throat.

The security guard turns to look behind him and take in the sight that threatens to overwhelm your poor Atiny heart.

Choi San.

He rests a hand on the guard's arm, then turns to you with a worried look on his face.

“Are you..okay?” He asks softly, and you feel your cheeks heating at your appearance.

Shit, crying in front of Choi San….

“I…” you swallow, blinking to try to make your brain work, “I’m lost.”

“Ah…well…our friend can help you find your way. Right?” He says, turning his dimpled smile to the guard.

“Of course.” The man says, immediately coming to direct you back to the elevators.

Embarrassed beyond belief, yet feeling surreal at being this close to San, you can only nod your head and mumble an apology and a thank you to him.

“Don’t cry, Atiny. Just look at me and smile, okay?” He calls out, waving to you as he rushes back to where some voices are calling to him.

You can only nod, the image of his crinkled eyes and adorable smile setting your heart back on the right path.

Before you get to the elevators, you hear his voice once more behind you.

“And Yeosang is mine!”

The elevator door close, and you look down at your picket where Yeosang’s face is clutched in your arms.

The guard just chastises you lightly for getting lost but you can only smile as the doors open to the correct floor and you step out, finally rushing to find your friends on the floor.

Holy shit…Choi San?

If nothing else happens tonight, this is a memory you’re going to hold with you forever.

You smile at your picket as you join your friends, the crowd erupting as you watch the show start.

Everything is a blur once it begins.

Every single one of them is amazing, and the entire show feels surreal.

You’d told yourself that it’s just a show but each member seems larger than life.

Wooyoung’s solo stage, each unit song….Cyberpunk…HALAZIA?

Give the cameraman an award, you think.

And when Mingi says fucking jump, despite the sweat coating your skin and your aching knees, you fucking JUMP.

Each one comes over and waves during certain moments, and it’s of course your own personal delulu but it feels like sometimes they look right at you.

You beam with pride, hoping every Atiny around you feels as if they are looking directly at them because damn this is a wonderful feeling.

But there’s a moment, when San makes his way to your part of the stage.

You swear that he looks right at you.

He opens his mouth as he points and waves, just like the rest of them do, but you swear he winks at you.

No way, he definitely didn’t notice you in a crowd of people based on a moment of meeting.

But when he touches his eye and runs it down his face, then shakes a finger at you as if to say, “Don’t cry!”

…well your heart just bursts with happiness.

As with all good things, the show seems to fly by and before long you’re filing out.

You’ve gotten such good videos, so many good pictures.

You can’t wait to go through them all.

Watching your friends talk, you find yourself waiting outside the venue for some of their other friends as you just let the evening swirl in your head.

The post concert rush was washing over you, the ache settling in, the reality of it all.

But it wasn’t a bad thing.

Sure you still felt left out.

Of course your body was covered in disgusting sweat, makeup probably looking like some halloween costume, clothing soaked through from dancing and jumping around.

I hope I don’t stink, you think to yourself.

It’s a long drive back and by the time you finally get to your friend's house and head to bed, you swear you pass out before you even close your eyes.

The next day, you wake early and head back to real life.

You’re now deemed the “cutest toad” by some friends that you send voice messages to and you can’t help but laugh because yeah….

You’d screamed and sung your heart out.

There was only a small little croak left of your voice.

Life goes on of course, but you enjoy the time you get to spend uploading your pictures and videos to everyone.

Instagram, Tumblr, sending to friends and your little groups.

It was a blur, a memory but you choose to keep the good ones and ignore the small little things that peppered your heart with sadness.

It’s only days later, when the excitement is dying down that something happens that you’re not expecting.

You hadn’t mentioned your encounter to your friends, for a few reasons.

First, when you’d tried to mention you’d gotten lost and cried, they’d just brushed you off and you swear they weren’t actually listening.

Second, well….somehow you wanted to keep this experience to yourself.

It even sounded fake in your own mind.

And besides, San had said maybe three things to you?

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

Really though, you know it’s because it’s your secret now.

A silly, secret thing that happened because your stupid ass got yourself lost.

It was all fading into the little memory box in your heart until it happened.

Of course your posts have gotten plenty of likes and some comments.

But what you don’t expect is the comment you are currently staring at, slack jawed as you look at your phone.

No way.

It’s not really….

Is it?

Your brain seems to seize as you read the comment a few more times.

You hadn’t said a word to anyone.

It had to be him.

“You’re not crying, right?”

Choi….San???

#cultofdionysusnet #choi san au #ateez san au #Choi San angst #Ateez San Angst #San Angst #san fanfic

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i-luvsang · 1 year ago

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jam to my peanut butter — choi san

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

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

he flirts with you, you flirt back.

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

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

“almond butter?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(spoiler alert: he does.)

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