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s4nniebe4r · 2 days ago

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the roommate

part eleven: leftover

pairing: roommate! san x fem! reader

synopsis: at the coffee shop, you’re teased by the group, but maybe there’s a reason for it?

wc: 7.1k

tags: slight nsfw, slow burn, roommates, enemies to lovers, angst, forced proximity, eventual romance

etc: hi all! so sorry that this took forever to release, please keep in mind that i do this for fun on the side, as i am a college student that works part time! i hope this chapter compensates for missed time! and as always, this is not proofread!

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mature content: this chapter contains a little nsfw-esc content toward the end (which is a little out of my comfort zone to write), read with care, and minors, please do not interact!

The warm air from the coffee shop is a relief after the cold outside. The buzz of conversation and the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the space, but you can’t help the cozy feeling of meeting with your friends after so long. There's light chatter all around you that doesn’t require much effort on your part. You’re just happy to be here, surrounded by friends, even though it’s a bit crowded, it always is, there’s a lot of people crammed into this little space, but you’re used to it by now.

San is next to you, of course he is. You don’t even think about how that’s become normal. He’s just there, sitting with his usual relaxed demeanor, sipping his coffee as he scrolls through his phone. Mingi’s across the way from him talking with Wooyoung about this ridiculous thing, that’s probably an argument about something trivial that’s been blown way out of proportion. Yunho and Jongho are laughing at something, too, whilst Yeosang is absorbed in his book, and Seonghwa is leaning back into his cushion, clearly watching the entire group interact, as Hongjoong rests his back against his side as he’s scrolling through his phone.

You sit back in your seat, glancing at San for a moment, but it’s nothing unusual. He’s just there, as usual. A little too casual about his drink, A little too relaxed in the way he occupies space next to you. He's scrolling through his phone, but his leg Is brushed so close to yours, you can feel the heat of him through your jeans. And you don't notice it, not consciously, but your body seems to set a little more against him when you shift your weight.

Seonghwa glances at you both from across the coffee table, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. He's always been keen on picking up on the little things, the small gestures, the way people move when they're comfortable with each other, always, a little, motherly. And right now he's noticing something, Something in the way you and San are just… settled.

He tried to ignore it, but the weight of his gaze is hard to miss. He gives you a small teasing smile as he leans and his voice light but still knowing.

“You seem… different,” he says, his tone just shy of being a, but there's something underneath that makes you pause for a bit longer than you'd usually like to.

You blink at him, caught off guard. “What do you mean?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

Seonghwa just shrugs, leaning back into his chair, as Hongjoong finds his seat again. “You and San, you know… just different. Lately. Like dinner, the other evening.”

San, who's been mostly focused on his phone, looks up at the mention of his name. He meets Seonghwa’s gaze briefly, then looks back down at his phone, before clicking joining in on Wooyoung and Mingi’s conversation, though his posture shifts slightly, leaning a little closer to you in the process.

“I don't know what you mean,” you say with a nervous laugh, brushing it off. You immediately grab your pastry, taking a bite to distract yourself. You feel his eyes linger, but he doesn't press, thankfully.

Seonghwa doesn’t miss a beat, though. Simply raises an eyebrow and just lets it go, turning his attention back to his own drink.

And you know he's not going to push it further, not unless he really feels like having a bit more fun with it later. But you're not sure how to feel about it, so you let the moment pass. For now.

Conversation does pick up again, but there's something different now, something that you can't quite place, though it's mostly in the back of your mind.It's like the air is just thick again, and yet you don't let it bother you too much.

Your focus drifts back to San, whose gaze has flicked briefly to you, only for him to talk with Mingi again. But it’s his body language shifts slightly—his leg inching only a little closer, a little too deliberate, like he’s trying to be just near enough without crossing a line. Or maybe he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.

And maybe that’s what bothers you more. You can’t tell if this is all just a normal thing now, or if something’s changed that you don’t fully understand just yet. You sigh and try to focus on the conversation around you, but your eyes can’t help but flick to San once more.

You take a deep breath and try to ignore whatever awareness is prickling at the back of your mind. It’s like your body is in sync with San’s now, without you even realizing it. When he shifts, your attention shifts too. When he leans in to talk to Mingi, you lean forward just a little too, wanting to be part of the conversation, but a little unsure of why you're reacting like this. Your legs brush once again, and you just let it be.

It’s when you hear a quiet voice again, this time softer, but still clear enough to cut through whatever was racing in your head.

“Did you have something to add, Y/N?” San’s voice is low but teasing. His gaze flicking from Mingi back to you, his eyes catching yours, and you feel the heat rise in your cheeks from the unexpected attention.

You open your mouth to respond, but the words falter before they even reach your lips, you glance down at your drink, and let the silence settle before finally mumbling out, “I don’t think so,” feeling the awkwardness creep up your spine.

San shrugs, his attention already shifting back to Mingi as he picks up the thread of their conversation, but not before he gives you one last glance. It’s a quick moment, but you feel it. The way his eyes flick to yours and linger for just a second longer than usual. Then, as if nothing happened, he goes back to the easy flow of banter, though the tension in the air still feels thick, almost like you’re both playing a game neither of you can quite name.

You try to keep the conversation going, nodding and offering a comment here and there, but your mind is still on that brief interaction. Seonghwa catches your eye from across the table, and you quickly look away, embarrassed, but it doesn’t stop the small, knowing smile that curls up at the edges of his lips.

You swear, it’s like he’s always lurking.

It’s not until the conversation shifts again, this time around something entirely ridiculous, that you feel the tension start to ease just a bit. You let out a small breath and adjust in your seat, trying to ignore how close San is, how his leg brushes yours again as he shifts, settling in beside you. It feels natural, but for some reason, it doesn't make it any easier to just let go.

The conversation around you carries on, everyone chattering like the waves. Seonghwa is still half-watching you and San, but his attention is now split between the group and whatever thoughts are running through his head. You can’t help but feel the weight of his gaze every now and then, as if he’s waiting for something, for you and San to slip up, maybe.

Mingi’s still going off about his topic, and the others are laughing alongside him, but you can’t help but feel slightly disconnected from it. Your attention keeps wandering back to San, who’s still engaged in his conversation with Mingi. He’s relaxed again, leaning back into the couch, legs stretched out, but there’s something in the way that his body is angled toward you, there’s a shift in his posture that feels a little too deliberate. His legs brushing against yours again, and you can’t ignore how loud it feels, like he’s settled into your space and doesn’t plan to move.

You’re barely paying attention to the conversation when your leftover pastry sits between you and San, partially eaten. You glance at it for a second, then at San, and without thinking, you push the small plate closer to him on the coffee table. You don’t even ask, it’s just become an unspoken thing. He picks it up without a word and finishes it off in a few bites, you’ve had your fair share.

It’s something so small, so familiar, that it doesn't register until you hear a small giggle from across the way. Hongjoong, who’s been half-listening, raises an eyebrow. “Well, that’s… something,” he comments, his tone light but laced with amusement that makes your face heat up.

You glance over quickly, your fingers curled around your drink. “What?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but the way everyone’s looking at you makes it impossible to ignore the sudden shift in the air.

Seonghwa leans back, eyeing the two of you with an almost amused expression. “You two are... getting cozy,” he observes, a teasing tone in his voice. “The other evening, and now...”

You shoot him a side glance, feeling heat rise to your face. You knew it wasn’t anything new between the two of you, but now it feels… well, noticed.

Jongho only grins and nudges Wooyoung. “It’s like you two have your own little routine going on here.” He points toward the plate, his grin only widening. “She gives him the leftovers, and he’s all too happy to eat them up. You know, like a couple, or something.”

The comments leave a pang in your chest, but you laugh it off, trying to hide the sudden flush growing on your cheeks. “I wasn’t hungry,” you mutter, hoping it’ll end the conversation.

But, of course, it doesn’t.

Mingi, who’s been listening with a wolfish grin plastered on his face, chimes in. “Honestly, I’m just waiting for her to hand feed him the next treat, and I’ll really be convinced you’re dating in secret.” His voice is so light, so teasing, but it feels like there’s an underlying tone that makes you feel like everyone is starting to notice the unspoken things between you and San.

Yeosang gives you a small smile, but he doesn’t join in on the teasing. Instead, he leans back in his seat, looking between you and San. “You two haven’t always been so comfortable around each other, have you?” he asks, the question was casual, but laced with curiosity.

You try to smile it off, but something tightens in your chest. You glance at San, who seems completely unfazed by all the extra attention. He just shrugs, looking down at his coffee, as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. But you can’t shake the feeling that everyone;s watching you two a little too closely.

Hongjoong leans over Seonghwa, putting his drink down and giving you both an exaggerated look of disbelief. “Seriously, though,” he says with an extra chuckle, “If you two aren’t secretly dating, you’re about to be. It’s written all over you.”

You groan inwardly, trying not to blush more. “We’re just roommates,” you say quickly, forcing a laugh that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Nothing more.”

San just nods in agreement, though he says nothing else. His quiet confidence in the way he responds only makes the whole thing feel more like a dance you’ve been doing.

Jongho, not wanting to let it go, turns to you both with a little smirk. “Right, right. Just roommates,” he says sarcastically. “Then why does it feel like we’re missing something? Seonghwa, you said what, about a dinner?”

You roll your eyes, but the question still lingers, and you can’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, they’re right. “Can we just drop it already?” you intervene, trying to steer the conversation literally anywhere else.

But the group isn’t ready to let it go. Wooyoung, always ready to stir the drama, leans forward to the coffee table with a wink. “You know, I’ll put twenty dollars down that you two are dating in secret.”

You stare at him for a beat before breaking into a nervous laugh. “It’s not like that,” you say, but it comes out more unsure than you’d like.

“Oh? Then what’s it like?” he continues.

“You guys are impossible,” you say with a sigh, shaking your head. “Can we just enjoy the drinks, please?”

Everyone laughs, but you’re still stuck in the back of your mind, wondering if they see something you don’t. The conversation carries on, but you find yourself glancing over at San again, catching his eye for a moment. His gaze lingers just a little longer than necessary, but he doesn’t say anything.

The group’s chatter slowly dies down as the night wears on. The boys start gathering their things, grabbing jackets and bags, preparing to leave the coffee shop. The table starts to feel emptier as everyone stands around and stretches as the conversation begins to dissipate into the background.

You stand up and give a small stretch, feeling the weight of the evening’s conversations linger in the air. There’s a small tension in your shoulders, but it's nothing you can't shake off. The sound of chairs scraping against the floor and footsteps heading toward the door fills the room, and you take a moment to grab your jacket, preparing to leave too.

Seonghwa, who’s been moving slowly per usual, notices you standing near the door. He smiles, his expression soft. You meet his gaze and can’t help but return the smile, he always brought you some sort of comfort.

“Alright,” he says with a gentle nod, walking toward you. He extends his arms out, “It’s been good eating out again,” he adds, his voice warm.

You wrap your arms around him briefly, feeling the weight of the hug more than you expected. It’s a comforting gesture, the kind that makes you feel like everything is okay, even when you don’t know exactly what’s been building up inside of you. “I missed it, even with you looking too far into this roommate thing,” you say quietly, pulling back just a little as you both step away from each other. “Thanks for coming out, Hwa.”

“Anytime,” he says, eyes glinting mischievously for a moment. “Take care of yourself.” And with that, he gives you a quick squeeze on the shoulder before turning toward the rest of the group.

You watch him walk off to join the others by the door, your thoughts trailing behind him. The door clicks open, and you hear the sound of voices echoing out into the cool night. You breathe in deeply, looking around the nearly empty shop, the weight of the evening’s atmosphere settling around you.

San, who’s been standing off to the side, catches your eye. He’s already slipping on his jacket, moving with that familiar lazy ease. He looks over at you, but instead of speaking, he just nods with a soft smile. The others have already filtered out by the time you make your way to the door, and soon it’s just the two of you left. The air outside is colder, but not enough to make you shiver. You slip your hands into your pockets, glancing over at San, but neither of you says anything immediately. The night feels too good for words, and somehow, that silence is more comfortable than you expect.

You fall into step next to him as the two of you start walking down the sidewalk, the soft scrape of your shoes against the pavement the only sound filling the quiet.

It’s strange, this silence. You’ve walked with him like this before, but tonight feels different somehow. You don’t feel the need to break it, don’t feel the weight of tension or the pressure to fill every moment with something. It’s just the two of you, walking side by side, the city lights flickering in the distance. San doesn’t seem to mind the quiet either. He keeps his hands in his pockets, his strides are long and relaxed, but his attention is more on the path ahead of him than on anything else.

As you walk, your eyes flicker up to him again. He’s not looking at you, but there’s something in the way he moves—like he’s waiting for something, or maybe it’s you who’s waiting. Your thoughts drift, but you don't address anything, you can’t. You’re not even sure you want to. Instead, you focus on the quiet hum of the evening, the soft rustle of trees as the wind pushes through them. Every now and then, your steps fall just a little too close, and you end up brushing against his arm. Neither of you pulls away. It’s just how it is.

The walk feels long enough for you to notice the subtle shift between the two of you but not quite long enough to really understand it. Still, when you get to the apartment building, you don’t say anything about it. There’s nothing to say, not yet.

San steps ahead of you and opens the door, holding it for you without a word. You nod in thanks, walking inside, the warmth of the apartment greeting you. You slip off your shoes, but there’s still no conversation, no need for one. It’s just the two of you again.

The apartment feels quieter than before, the light from the lamps casting long shadows on the walls as you walk in with San. The evening’s winding down, but you’re not quite ready for it to end yet. The night’s been easy, comfortable, and you find yourself not wanting to break the rhythm.

San glances over at you as he kicks off his shoes by the door, a small smile on his face. “You want to finish the movie we started earlier?” His voice is casual, but there’s a hint of warmth there, like he’s offering you something simple, familiar.

You nod, pulling off your jacket and hanging it on the coat rack, the weight of the evening settling over you. “Yeah, just give me a second to change,” you reply, and San watches you for a moment before nodding and walking toward the kitchen.

You head to your room, your fingers tapping absentmindedly on your phone as you text Yeosang. You’re not sure what compels you to, but you want to catch up with him sometime soon, just the two of you, maybe debrief about San, afte rall, he’s the only one who doesn’t seem to enjoy teasing you about it.

You finish typing out the message, put your phone down, and change into your comfiest clothes. The familiar stretch of your sweats, the softness of your hoodie, his hoodie, really. It’s a piece of his closet that you ‘borrowed’ from him a few laundry days ago and never returned. It’s warm and soft, and you feel a bit silly for not giving it back sooner, but it smells like him, and there’s something comforting about that.

When you step back into the living room, you see San standing by the kitchen counter, a mug in his hand as he moves about, carefully preparing something. His back is to you, but you watch for a second as he works, the quiet concentration in his movements. You can hear the faint click of the kettle as he fills it, the soft hiss of steam rising from it.

“What flavor are you brewing?”

San glances over his shoulder, looking up at you with a small smile. “Maybe ginseng or something. Whatever sounds good,” he says, the nonchalance of his tone making it sound effortless.

You give a small nod in acknowledgment, but your attention shifts to the pantry as your eyes land on the binch biscuits you know he loves. You grab the box, a small grin forming on your face. You walk toward the couch, settling down with the biscuits in your lap, just waiting for San to finish up.

He finishes the tea and heads toward the living room with your tea and his water in hand, and you follow suit, grabbing a box of binch biscuits from the pantry on your way. The simple gesture of grabbing a snack for the two of you feels easy, like it’s something you’ve done a hundred times before, even though you’ve never actually done it this way. You sit down on the couch first, placing the biscuits in your lap. When San joins you, he pulls the blanket around both of you, settling in next to you with a soft exhale. You scoot closer to him, feeling his warmth through the blanket, and without really thinking, you lean against him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. It feels right. Familiar.

San looks at you for a second, a glimmer of something in his eyes, before he sets down his cup and slides a little deeper into the blanket. “Wait a second,” he says, eyes narrowing at you. “I finally found where my hoodie went.”

You blink, confused for a moment, but when you look down at yourself, you realize you’re wearing the hoodie he gave you a while ago. “Oh, this? I guess it’s mine now,” you joke, your voice a little unsure.

San grins, shaking his head as he gently tugs at the sleeve of the hoodie. “I didn’t say you could keep it.”

You feel your heart skip a beat when he tugs you closer with the fabric, just enough to make you lean into him. His move feels so natural, and before you know it, you’re nestled against his side, the two of you getting comfortable under the blanket. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you just a little bit closer. You didn’t do anything to get away. If anything, you let yourself melt into him more, your body fitting into his like it’s always been this way. You let out a small sigh, finally relaxing into the warmth of the moment.

The movie continues to play, but now it’s just background noise. Your thoughts are more focused on the way San’s arm is wrapped around you, how his hand rests lightly on your waist, his fingers brushing against your side. You can feel his heartbeat beneath the fabric of his hoodie, and it’s oddly comforting.

San leans in slightly, his lips near your ear. “You know, you're my favorite roommate,” he says in a teasing, lighthearted tone.

The way he says it is enough to make your heart pulse just a little quicker, but you don’t think too much of it. You’re still trying to adjust to the fact that everything between you and him feels a little different. Like something changed, but neither of you has said anything about it yet.

You reach for the binch biscuits, your fingers brushing lightly against his hand as you grab one, then hold it up to him. “Want one?” you offer.

He doesn’t hesitate. “Of course,” he says with a grin of his own, leaning forward slightly to take the biscuit from you.

But this time, you raise the biscuit to his mouth, but he hesitates for just a second, a small flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. You feel a little awkward, unsure if he’s hesitating because it’s strange or because of something else. Before you can figure it out, you mutter quietly, “Sorry,” and start to bring the biscuit down to his hand.

But before you can move it away, San leans in and bites the biscuit straight from your hand, his lips brushing against your fingers as he does. The soft touch makes your pulse quicken even more.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says with a warm smile, his voice low and reassuring. “I got my biscuit.”

It only makes you smile to yourself as you adjust back to face the screen.

You both settle back down, the blanket now draped comfortably over your bodies, and the movie continues to play. The soft sound of the characters on-screen is barely a distraction as you settle even closer to San. You feel his arm tighten slightly around your waist, pulling you in just a little bit more.

The movie’s been playing quietly in the background, but you and San are barely paying attention. The warmth of the blanket, the soft glow of the TV, and the closeness of him beside you all seem to have your focus. You're still nestled comfortably against him, the rhythm of his breathing steady and calming as the movie continues, though your mind is more focused on the way he’s holding you.

But then, suddenly, there's a loud, jarring sound of something on screen ripping through the air, blasting out of the speakers that catches you both off guard. It’s a sound that seems designed to startle, and it works.

San jumps, a sharp, instinctive reaction that’s so sudden it makes you flinch, your own heart leaping in your chest. Before you can even process it, his arms wrap around you, pulling you so tightly into his chest that you feel a brief, almost painful pressure against your ribs. You gasp slightly, your breath catching at the intensity, but it’s not a painful kind of tightness—it’s more like a reaction, his body tensing up and seeking comfort at the same time.

“Sorry,” he mutters, his voice muffled, but you can feel his breath warm against your ear. The way his body shakes just in the slightest makes your heart ache a little.

You reach down, your fingers brushing his hand instinctively, and squeeze it gently, as if offering him the same comfort he’s giving you. His grip doesn’t loosen, though. If anything, he holds onto you a little tighter, his arms wrapping further around you.

You swallow, trying to calm the nervous flutter in your chest, and let your hand slide slowly from his hand, up to his forearm. His muscles are tense, but you trace soft, slow lines up and down his arm, trying to calm him just a little to give you some leeway to breath. He shudders slightly beside you, his breath still shaky, and you softly coo at him, the sound almost instinctive.

“You’re alright,” you whisper gently, your voice just about a murmur, really it was meant for the both of you. “It’s just a movie, Sannie. Nothing to be scared of.” You’re not really sure where the name came from, but you hope it wasn’t too out of the ordinary.

You feel him nod slightly against you, though his grip remains tight around your waist, like he’s still unsure if he’s safe. But you can feel him trying to settle, to push past the fear. “I know, I know,” he breathes out. “I’m fine.”

But the tension in his body doesn’t quite dissipate. You notice the way his muscles stay tight, the way his arm remains wrapped around you protectively, even though the immediate scare is over.

“Hey,” you whisper, your fingers tracing gentle lines over his arm, as you move yourself to face him more clearly, angling your legs to him. Your fingers slowly wander up the soft fabric of his hoodie, moving to his shoulder, your touch lingering there for just a second. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

He exhales shakily, but doesn’t pull away from you. You notice how he shifts just the slightest, his legs adjusting underneath the blanket, moving slightly closer to you. Your heart beats a little more as his body naturally gravitates toward yours, his need for closeness mirroring yours.

But then, a second loud, abrupt noise comes from the movie, a sound that’s too sudden, too harsh, and it catches San off guard again.

He tenses completely this time, his hands gripping you so tightly you wince slightly from the pressure. Without any sort of thought it seems, he pulls you completely into his chest, practically lifting you off the couch as he pulls you. You’re almost out of breath from the force of his arms around you, but the warmth of his body is undeniable, and it feels so instinctive, so natural.

This time, though, San doesn’t just hold you to his chest. He shifts under the blanket, his movements sudden as he wraps one arm fully around your waist. Before you can blink, he’s pulling you up on his lap, and you gasp slightly, not fully expecting it. You settle awkwardly for a second, your legs finding their place on either side of his. His hands are still gripping you gently, but firmly, as if he needs the reassurance.

“San?” you whisper, your heart pounding through your throat. You knew he was nervous from the movie, but you hadn’t ever expected him to react this way, to pull you so close, to have you quite literally sitting on his lap like this, straddled onto him. You try to keep your voice light, not wanting to make it awkward, but your voice comes out in a small, shaky exhale.

“Yeah, I know,” he murmurs, his voice quieter, as if he’s trying to make some sort of light out of the situation. His hand on your waist shifts, his fingers loosening a little, but his thumbs digging into you from the nerves. “This feels… better,” he adds, his voice dropping off slightly, like he’s unsure of how to say it without making things weird.

You glance down, and your breath catches for a moment when you realize you’re fully and completely on his lap, your body leaning slightly into his chest. It’s a bit awkward of course, but you can’t deny that there’s some sort of comfort in the closeness.

You both settle into the moment, trying to find some semblance of normality as the movie continues to play in the background, even though the tension between you two could be cut with a knife. You try not to overthink it, to ignore the way your heart beats faster every time his hand shifts slightly, every time his warmth surrounds you completely.

Without thinking, you lean into him, the warmth of his body seeping into yours. The movie is forgotten. Anything outside the couch is irrelevant. You let your fingers trail lightly over his arm, tracing the muscles that tense beneath his hoodie. He’s solid, and the comfort of him, mixed with the rawness of the situation, makes you feel like you could drown in him.

The movie continues to play, but the sound is distant now. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is the way he’s looking at you, his gaze locked onto yours, eyes dark with something you can’t quite name, but it pulls at you in a way that makes your stomach twist. The way he’s holding you, the way his chest rises and falls with his breath, it all feels too much and yet not enough.

You shift, feeling the shift of your body against his, and you just can’t deny the heat growing between you. His hand moves up, cupping your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your jaw with an almost reverent touch. You catch your breath at the feeling, your body responding to the soft, careful way he touches you.

“Are you okay?” His voice is barely a whisper, his lips brushing against your ear as he pulls you even closer. You don’t trust your voice to answer anymore, but the only thing you can do is nod, a small sound escaping your lips as you lean into him, your body reacting to the closeness. The heat between you is building, and it feels like a slow burn that’s about to catch fire.

Before you can think, your lips are on his. Soft, hesitant at first, but then a little more urgent, more desperate. His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you into him, deepening it all. You lose yourself in the feel of him, the taste of him, the heat that just seems to radiate from his skin. His hands are everywhere now, one still cupping your cheek, the other sliding down to your waist, pulling you even closer, somehow.

He breaks the kiss for just a second, pulling back slightly, eyes darkened from the situation. “Are you sure?” The question is quiet, and heavy with meaning. You know exactly what he’s asking, but you can’t bring yourself to answer with words. You don’t need to. Your body gives the answer for you.

So, you pull him back to you, your lips crashing against his once again, harder this time, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. He groans softly into your mouth, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s trying to hold back, but it’s too much. You’re both just a little too far gone now.

He moves, his body shifting beneath you, and it’s fully coming to your attention that you’re straddling him with your legs on either side of him, your body pressed so close that you can feel every bit of him. His hands grip your hips, pulling you down against him, and you can feel the way his body reacts to yours, hard and warm beneath you.

Everything feels deeper now, frantic, his hands just moving around you, pulling at you, but it’s not desperate, it’s just instinctual. Everything is happening just a little fast, but it feels like it’s been building for ages now. You should stop, but you really don’t want to.

But then he pulls back, his breath ragged as he looks at you, and for a moment, you both just pause. His hands rest on your hips, and his gaze shifts between your eyes and your lips, the weight of the moment settling in. Neither of you speaks. The silence is thick, heavy with everything unsaid.

Finally, he whispers, his voice a little hoarse, “We should slow down.”

But you don’t pull away. Neither of you do.

The silence between you two feels electric now, the weight of it heavier than anything either of you have said. He’s still breathing hard, his chest rising and falling beneath you, and you feel the heat radiating off of him, pulling you back to him. Before you can even think about what’s happening, his lips are on yours again, somehow even more urgent this time, a little messier, a little desperate. It’s not gentle anymore, not soft like before.

His hands are on you again, one moving from your hips to your back, pulling you flush against him. The pressure of his body beneath yours is so intoxicating you just can’t think, you just let yourself feel. You feel the roughness of his lips as he kisses you deeper, more fervently, his breath mixing with your, and you can’t help yourself from responding with the same intensity.

At some point, his mouth leaves yours and begins to trail down your jaw, down your neck, and you gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair. The sensation is overwhelming, and you tilt your head back instinctively, giving him more room, more access. His lips are warm, almost unbearably so, and the way his teeth graze lightly against your skin makes you shiver, a soft moan escaping you before you can stop it.You can’t focus on anything but him, the feel of his mouth on your skin, the way he’s moving against you. You let your hands slide through his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, tugging him closer as he kisses his way back up your neck. His lips are still sloppy, still hungry, but they’re soft, too, deliberate, as though he’s trying to savor every moment, every inch of you.

He murmurs your name, low and breathless, and you can feel the way his voice vibrates through you, sending a shiver down your spine. His hand moves from your back to your waist, sliding down, his fingers pressing into the soft fabric of your hoodie, tugging it just slightly to pull you even closer, like he can’t get enough. You feel the heat of him against your chest, the rapid beating of his heart matching the pounding in your own.

You pull him back up to kiss him again, deeper this time, no hesitation, just pure need. His hands are everywhere now, one hand cradling your neck, the other slipping down your side, tracing the curve of your body. You let out a breathless laugh, but it’s interrupted by the way his thumb brushes along your lower lip, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your mouth, waiting for something, though you’re not sure what.

But, before you can ask, he leans in again. You feel the tension in him, the way he holds himself back, but you’re too caught up in the moment, too lost in how right it feels to be close to him like this. You kiss him just a little harder, one hand finding its way to his chest, feeling the way he shifts beneath his shirt.

You break away for a moment, gasping for air, and your forehead rests against his. You can’t tell if you’re shaking or if it’s him, but the intensity of the moment doesn’t let up. His lips find your neck again, trailing down your pulse, and you shudder under the touch, eyes closing, completely lost in the sensation. You can’t think, can’t focus on anything but him, and the way he’s making you feel. His hands slide underneath your hoodie, warm against your skin, and you stiffen slightly at the touch, but it’s not unwelcome. Far from it. You lean into it, leaning into him, and you can feel his breath against your neck, his lips trailing lower, brushing against your collarbone. The sensation makes your body tingle, a heat spreading through you, and before you can stop yourself, you move, pressing yourself even closer to him.

San groans, low and throaty, his hands moving to your back, pulling you up slightly. His hands slide down your sides, grasping at you, like he’s trying to hold onto you as if you’ll just slip away.

You pause, just for a moment, lips hovering over his, and his breath is coming in short bursts. You can hear his heart beating erratically in his chest, and you feel your pulse quicken in response. You’re both so close now, your body pressed against his, tangled in each other. Neither of you is willing to pull away, there’s really no need to.

Your hands find their way to his hair again, tugging him back for one last kiss. He groans softly against your lips, the sound vibrating through you as his hands tighten.

When you finally pull away, breathless and flushed, you’re still in his arms, still tangled in the heat of him. The room is quiet, save for the sound of your breathing.

You both pause for a moment, breathing heavily, and for a second, it feels like the world has stopped spinning around you. The heat still lingers between you two, like it’s impossible to shake off. His forehead rests gently against yours, and you’re both gasping for air, the weight of the moment settling over you, quieting the chaos in your chest.

San’s hands are still on you, and the feel of them sends little shivers down your spine. He shifts slightly, his fingers slipping from your back under your hoodie to gently trace the bare skin of your waist, his touch soft, lingering. It’s not the urgency of before, not the desperate rush, it’s slower now, softer. He moves, just enough to pull his hand away, and you’re about to ask what he’s doing when he reaches up to click the remote. The sound of the television turning off is a sharp contrast to the stillness in the room. His hand lingers at the remote, but his other hand stays with you, resting just above your waist, fingertips grazing the skin where the hem of your hoodie ends.

He doesn’t let go.

You feel his breath warm against your neck as he shifts again, making space between you two on the couch. It’s like a natural transition, one that neither of you is fully ready to make. But he moves you closer, pulling you with him, his arms wrapping around you as he adjusts the blanket around the two of you. There’s no rush, no reason to hurry. He lets you get comfortable, his hand slipping beneath your sweatshirt again, resting on the small of your back, just barely pressing into you.

The silence feels different. It’s more intimate this time. You feel his breath against your neck again, warm and slow, you find yourself breathing in time with him. Your chest rising and falling in sync with his, like you’re both catching your breath, not from whatever the two of you indulged in, but maybe something else entirely.

His fingers stroke your skin lightly as you both settle more comfortably on the couch. He pulls you closer, pulling the blanket up over you both until the cool air is shut out, leaving only the warmth between the two of you. His arm is still around you, his fingers pressing into your side, holding you close, but gentle, like he doesn’t want to let go, like he can’t.

You shift, rolling onto your side slightly, letting your back press against his chest. You feel his hand move from your waist to your hip, his thumb brushing slowly over the soft skin there. You shift again, and he tugs you closer, his face just behind your ear, his breath still warm against your neck. You let your fingers find his hand, and he holds onto yours without any hesitation, his thumb drawing gentle circles against your knuckles. It's comforting, soothing.

For a moment, you both just lay there, the faint sound of your breathing and the soft brush of his lips against your neck the only things that fill the space. His arm tightens slightly around you, and you shift again, pressing into him just a little more. His warmth envelops you, and you can feel him smile against your neck, the slight movement of his lips brushing against the nape of it sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes close finally, and you let sleep begin to take over, the soft rhythm of your breaths lulling you away.

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squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame · 2 days ago

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Little Dancer

character: Choi San

Summary: Your boyfriend takes you to the studio to teach you a choreo✨️✨️

Warnings: None

It was one of those rare days when Choi San had some free time between rehearsals and performances. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the studio where he practiced with ATEEZ.

“I thought I could teach you the choreo for THANXX,” he grinned mischievously, his fingers lightly grazing your palm. You blinked at him, not sure if he was serious or just teasing. “Wait, you want me to learn the choreo?”

“Yes!” His voice was full of confidence as he pulled open the door to the practice room. The space was expansive, filled with mirrors, LED lights, and a few scattered water bottles. “It’ll be fun. Plus, I get to watch you do it, and that’s worth the effort, right?”

You laughed, feeling your heart race as you followed him in, the soft music from the track filling the room. San, ever the patient teacher, began to demonstrate the first few moves with ease. His fluid movements and natural rhythm were mesmerizing, and you couldn’t help but watch him in awe.

The moment you attempted the first step, though, it became clear that you had no hope of mastering it immediately. You stumbled, and San laughed, his voice rich with warmth.

“Don’t worry,” he teased, walking over and placing a gentle hand on your waist. “You’ll get it.” As he helped you through the next few steps, his touch was electric. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body as he guided you. Each time you messed up, he’d fix it with a quick, soft kiss to your cheek, making you blush.

Finally, after several attempts, you thought you were getting the hang of it, though your legs were starting to feel like jelly. San’s playful grin told you he had noticed.

“Let’s take a break,” he said, stepping back and giving you a chance to breathe.You both sat down on the floor, his arm casually draped around your shoulders. San's fingers brushed against your cheek, and before you could even react, he leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips. You giggled into the kiss, pulling away with a grin.

“That’s better than a water break,” you teased, and he winked at you in response.

But then, you weren't expecting what came next.San suddenly leaned in again, his hands sliding around your waist, and in one smooth motion, he pulled you closer, his lips meeting yours with a sense of urgency. The kiss deepened, and you shivered, feeling goosebumps spread across your arms as his touch sent a thrill down your spine.

His breath was warm against your skin, his lips perfectly in sync with yours as he pulled you even closer, making your heart race faster than before. When you finally broke apart, you were both panting, your cheeks flushed with heat.

“San...” you breathed out, his name barely escaping your lips. He only smirked, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before sitting back down with a playful look in his eyes. “I couldn’t resist.”

You leaned back against him, your head resting on his shoulder. As you looked up at him, you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes again, and you knew something was coming. Without warning, he took your cheeks in his hands, squishing your face in the most adorable way, and kissed your lips again. Then, he kissed you again, and again, his lips brushing over yours with soft pecks.

You couldn’t help but giggle uncontrollably, your face squished between his hands, as he continued to shower you with gentle kisses.

“Stop,” you laughed, your voice full of affection, but San only grinned and pecked you once more, then again, until you were both laughing and breathless.

“I could do this forever,” he whispered, his face hovering just above yours, still close enough that his breath was warm on your lips. You smiled, completely content. “I think I could, too.”

And for the rest of the day, the THANXX choreo faded into the background, the only thing you both focused on being each other and the endless moments of affection shared between kisses.

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323cutie · 4 days ago

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how do we think each atz member would react if they were asked to send nudes. bc i personally would be asking for a tip pic from sannie after the gym

-bd nonnie

u r crazy and hilarious nonnie

hongjoong immediately freaks out. says no. tells u he trusts u but its too risky and he wouldn't want anything to happen... sends you the most devious fucking photo of his entire lap in the studio like a week later at 3am (at the top of the pic u can see his cocky little grin. it drives u mad).

seonghwa would pull some stupid joke and send like pics of him gradually losing more and more clothing and they're all stupid and funny u can't take them seriously. but then he's sending a Real nude (is it too woke to say he'd absolutely demolish that silhouette trend from a couple years ago) and suddenly everything is very Not Funny.

yunho sends feet pics first. u send the rolling eyes emoji. then Bam. invisible-inked dick pic. u send the tongue emoji. cue phone sex (see here!)

yeosang says HELL NOOO. and then he says ok maybe later when i'm home. is so embarrassed the entire time he's trying to figure out what Kind of picture to take (cuz were you asking for like, nudes? or like... Nudes.) he doesn't yet know that you will go feral for any photo. so when he sends you a pic of his veiny hand wrapped around his dick you're at the dorms in record time, practically drooling.

san sends u sooo many cute messages about what he's doing he just likes to keep u in the know. he says "at the gym! :)" and you Immediately respond "tip pic plz" and he reacts with the like, fuckinf question mark and doesn't say anything else. 2 hrs later you get the most delicious text of your life<3.

mingi immediately sends nudes. Does not question or hesitate. then asks you to send some back with the 🥺 emoji for dramatic effect

wooyoung makes a huge fuss. nudes? you want him to send nudes? how bad do you want it? you're so dirty, asking for pictures of him... it goes full sexting very quick, complete with videos (sound on, of course)!

jongho would do that "crease of your knee looking like cleavage" thing and you would fall for it. sends a real pic after teasing you about it cuz he feels bad (cleavage or otherwise).

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h0efor2ho · 2 days ago

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This is what I envisioned while writing this 😌

San X Reader

TW ; Gym sex, Unprotected Sex ( Wrap it up )

WC : 539

"Sannie" you whine out "Someone is going to walk in and catch us" When San asked you to come to the gym with him you didn't think it would lead to him having his hands shoved down the front of your workout pants. Your sports bra pulled down so your chest is spilling out, San's mouth attached to one nipple while his other fingers play with the other. He hums before pulling off. "The guys went out to dinner and the staff know not to bother me when I'm in here. Perks of having a idol only gym in the building"

He quickly attaches his mouth back to your hard nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue making you arch your back into him. His fingers running through your slit, gathering your slick before finding your clit, drawing lazy circles on it. Your moans echoing off the walls of the room. His mouth moving back and forth between each of your hard nipples, your hands gripping his shoulders. It's not long before San pulls his fingers out and completely pulls your leggings off, leaving you completely bare.

Quickly picking you up like you weight nothing at all to him. You wrap your legs around him as he walks you backwards to the wall. "Please" you whine out as he continues the assault on your chest. Responding to your please he reaches down, pulling his shorts down to his thighs. You feel his hardness pressing against you with each movement of his body. Your impatient's getting the better of you as you reach down, your hand wrapping around his hard cock and positioning his tip at your wet opening.

He didn't hesitate, thrusting into you with a force that took your breath away. Letting out a groan as he sets a brutal pace. Your nails dig into his shoulders was you watch the muscles in his back contort with each movement, his perfect ass ripple with each thrust in the wall of mirrors behind the two of you. Each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through you. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent. You could feel your orgasm building, heat pooling in your core, a pressure that was about to explode. "I'm close," you gasped, your body tensing at the pleasure.

He responded by thrusting even harder, his dick hitting that sweet spongy spot deep inside you with each movement. You cry out, your orgasm vaulting you over the edge. Your pussy clenching around his dick, the sensation pushing him on. With a final thrust, San stills, his cock deep in your walls, his cum filling you up. The feeling of him releasing inside you was incredible, a final act of possession that left you breathless.

You clung to his body as he stood there, breath coming in deep pants, his forehead pressed to your. Your body still connected. "Holy Hell" he breaths out. "I may not need the gym if we keep fucking like that" you cant help the giggle that leaves you. "Come on babe, let's shower" Without putting you down or even pulling out, he shuffles his way to the locker room. The both of you giggling like school kids along the way.

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j3suschr111st · 4 days ago

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dolly. (coming soon)

series masterlist

distant mind and gray noise, an isolated doll maker haunted by past choices comes to ablution when he encounters his own prototype. the story of two souls unaware of their beauty.

pairing: perv!san x fem!reader

genre: angst, smut (mdni)

tw: nsfw, gore, violence, not for the fainthearted.

chapter i: inhuman.

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wwooyology · 3 months ago

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Glowing Caverns | C.SN

「pairing」 : san x fem!reader 「word count」 : 4.5k

「synopsis」 : you were on vacation, taking the time to get away from your chaotic city life and enjoy the tranquility of the beach. it was supposed to be an easy laid back few weeks yet you weren't expecting to catch the eye of a lifeguard who just couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of you.

「genre」 : smut, lil bit of fluff, lifegurard!san, summer fling au

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, flirting, unprotected sex, biting/marking, messy makeout, rough sex, slight clit play, dirty talk, teasing, dom!san x sub!reader, overstimulation, pet names (princess, baby, pretty, pretty girl...), multiple orgasms, slight buldge kink, creampie, dumbification, slight manhandling, praising, breeding, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : this has been sitting in my drive half finished for at least a month now and I can't believe that I'm just now getting back to it 😭, but lifeguard san was the first thought that came to mind when I saw the crazy ass video he posted 🥴. special shout out to @kitten4sannie for listening to insaneness and letting me share my crazy ideas, this ones for you babes! also, HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥂

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, warming you to the core as you walked along the beach. The book in your hand is long forgotten as you soak in the warm rays, enjoying the sea salt air. It was refreshing to finally have a place that didn’t have you running around like a chicken with its head cut off or a manager that would yell at you for every little thing that you did wrong and even the aches in your body due to overtime were melting away the longer you stood in the summer breeze.

Moving your hand up, you shielded your eyes from the bright sun as you looked around, you saw only a few families on the beach, parents lounging around on their towels under large umbrellas while the kids were off playing in the water or giggling with one another as they attempted to build sandcastles a little too close to the water. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the three kids jump to their feet with squeals as a wave crashed over their newly built sandcastle, completely demolishing it.

This was the life that you had longed for, and you would give anything to be able to call this your ‘every day,’ but you knew that it would never be true. You couldn’t leave your life in the city behind; as much as you would love to, there was just too much at stake.

Letting out a conflicted sigh, you turned back to the ocean and watched the waves roll calmly on the surface. The gentleness of it all lured you in like a siren's call, tugging at every fiber of your being, and you took a step forward, allowing the cool water to wash over your bare feet, the temperature causing a chill to run down your spine.

After a few moments, you could feel the burning gaze of someone’s eyes, the hairs on the back of your neck standing tall. Peeking over your shoulder, you met the eyes of one of the lifeguards; he was perched on top of the watch-out chair. Heat flushed your cheeks as you took in his appearance, his shaggy hair falling in front of his eyes, but it didn’t hide the intensity of the look he was giving you. Your eyes took in more of his appearance, and you felt like your face was going to burst into flames at any moment. His honey skin was on perfect display. The only thing he was wearing was the bright red swim trunks that all of the lifeguards were wearing.

Swallowing thickly, you raised your hand, sending him a small wave, and your heart nearly stopped when he smiled, waving back. A smile of your own spread on your lips as you turned back around to look out at the ocean once more.

San’s eyes stayed glued to you even after you turned back around; something about you intrigued him. He’s never seen you around town before, and he knows almost everyone. The town doesn’t have very many tourists, so he was curious. It was like there was an invisible string tethering him to you, and he felt a pull, one that wouldn’t go away until he learned more. So he leaned over the other side of the lookout chair, searching for someone.

“Hey, Jongho!” He called out to the other male, who turned around a pair of dark sunglasses adorning his features. “Can you cover for me for a few minutes?” San asked, causing the younger to cock an eyebrow.

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll buy your lunch for the rest of the week.” San bargained, and Jongho thought about it for a second before ultimately nodding and agreeing.

“But don’t think I won’t throw your ass under the bus if boss shows up,” Jongho told him pointedly, and San chuckled before patting his shoulder.

“Thanks!” San then turned and jogged over to where you were standing while Jongho climbed up the ladder, drink in hand, as he leaned back in the seat.

You were crouched down, your book in your lap, as you combed through the sand to find any seashells. The sound of footsteps nearing you tore your attention away, and you pulled your hand from the water. Looking over, you found the lifeguard from earlier making his way towards you, so you shook your hand, trying to dry any of the leftover water before standing to your feet once more. Your heart fluttered when he got closer, and you were able to see his dimpled smile and his teeth peeking out from behind his lips.

“Hi.” He greeted you as soon as he got close enough, stopping just a few feet away from you.

You turned to face him, returning his smile as your fingers curled around the spine of your book, “hi.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around town before.” He tilted his head a little bit, causing some of his hair to fall further into his eyes, but he didn’t seem to mind.

The only thing that came to your mind as you watched him look at you curiously was that he was cute. His soft brown eyes drew you in like a freshly made batch of brownies, and his sweet smile left you wanting more.

You laughed softly at his statement before nodding your head, “That would be because I’m new around here.” You told him before quickly adding on, “Only for the summer though, then I’ve gotta go back home.”

San didn’t miss the solemn look that crossed your face when you mentioned going back home, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for you. However, hearing that you were going to be here for the summer gave him an idea, albeit possibly a horrible idea, but an idea nonetheless.

“Would you care for a tour of the town? I can show you all the best places around.” He gave you a cheeky smile, and you felt your stomach flutter.

The last thing you expected was for someone to offer to show you around the foreign town, let alone someone who was like a godsent. You thought it over for a few moments before ultimately deciding that it wouldn’t be a bad idea, seeing as you were going to be in this town for at least another three months, so you nodded your head with a smile of your own.

“I’d love that.” You told him before you heard shouting from behind him causing both of you to turn only to find an older man marching down the beach.

Chuckling nervously, the boy turned back to you, rubbing the back of his neck, “That would be my boss, I should probably get back. Do you know where the ice cream parlor is?” He asked, and you nodded, recalling seeing it as you were on your way to the beach. “Awesome, I get off at six. Meet me there?”

“San!” You heard someone shout causing the male in front of you to look over his shoulder, seeing the older man now standing next to the lifeguard post with Jongho.

“You should probably go,” You laugh softly. You would hate to see him get into any more trouble for staying and talking to you.

“Probably…” He sighed, turning back towards you, “I’m San, by the way.”

“I’m y/n.” You smiled up at him, and San felt his stomach swirl at the sight, but the moment was ruined when his boss once again yelled at him to get back to his post, causing the poor boy to let out a defeated sigh.

“I’ll see you later y/n.” He waved at you softly before turning and started jogging towards the lifeguard stand but stopped short when he remembered something, “Oh, y/n?” You looked at him at the sound of your name with a hum, “Make sure to wear your bathing suit.”

You nodded softly before watching as he walked back over to the lifeguard stand where his boss started giving him an earful as the boy who was sitting on the chair watched, a straw in his mouth. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. This might just be the best summer you’ve had yet.

Just like San said he would, he showed up at the ice cream parlor a little after six. He found you sitting in a booth off to the side with an empty cup in front of you as you scrolled through your phone. Walking over, he stopped just short of the table with a small smile tugging on his lips.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked, causing you to lift your head, and as soon as you saw him, your face lit up, a smile spreading across your glossed lips. You shook your head before telling him to sit down, to which he happily obliged, sitting across from you and propping his arms on the tabletop.

“So, where are you taking me first?” You asked, taking a sip from your watered-down soda only to grimace slightly due to the bland taste, causing San to chuckle, ‘cute,’ he thought, watching you push the cup away with a small pout forming on your lips.

“Well, I was thinking we would just make our way back down to the beach.” He told you, and you looked at him with scrunched eyebrows. Weren’t you guys just at the beach? Noticing your confusion, he added, “There is a cavern just slightly off the beach that glows at night.”

Your eyes widened at the thought, you have heard of them before but you never thought that you would actually be able to go and see one in person. It would also make sense why he told you to keep your bathing suit on. However, a sudden unease starts to settle in the pit of your stomach at the thought of the sea life that normally comes out after dark.

“What about sharks and whatnot?”

“We won’t have to swim to get inside, plus the underwater entrance is too small for anything big to get in,” San reassured you, and your unease died down as you took in the sincerity that gleamed in his eyes. “If you’re ready, we can start heading that way.”

You nodded with a bright smile before standing from your seat and turning to grab your trash, but San was quicker. He walked over to the trash can, throwing it away as you followed behind him closely.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You pouted slightly, not used to people doing anything like that for you.

San just offered you a smile, walking to the door and opening it for you, “after you.”

–

About an hour and a half later, you walked side by side with San down the beach, your sandals in your hand as you talked. He had shown you so many small shops that had all kinds of things that you couldn’t find in the bigger cities and even took you to the small animal shelter where he volunteers from time to time. It was refreshing to see, and you wished that you could make it your everyday life, but alas, you couldn’t.

“The entrance is just over here.” San pointed off to the side of the cliff, the flashlight in his hand illuminating the ground underneath your feet. You followed after him until you made it to more rocky ground, so you stopped to put your shoes back on.

You had managed to put one on without too much struggle, but as you were putting the other on, you lost your balance, toppling over. However, instead of crashing on the ground, you felt arms wrapped around your midsection, keeping you upright. Looking up, your breath hitched in your throat as you noticed just how close San was. Stammering out an apology, you pushed away with a flustered face, and San watched in amusement as you avoided his eyes.

After your shoes were on, San led you to the entrance, “it's just through here.” He pointed the flashlight at the small entrance, glancing back at you. You followed after him, making sure to stay close so you don’t get separated. Then, finally, you broke through the entrance with a deep breath; the air smelled heavily of sea salt.

A small gasp fell from your lips when you looked up as San turned the flashlight off. The whole cavern was illuminated in an oceanic blue. The reflection of the water from the ceiling made it feel like you were underwater.

“It’s beautiful.” You spoke quietly as you stepped forward, and San looked over at you with a silly smile on his lips.

Heat flushed his face as he took in your appearance. The lights from the algae made your skin glow. You were breathtaking, and every fiber in his body was yearning to reach out to touch you, but when you looked over, catching him staring, he decided against it.

“C’mon, let’s get in the water.” He quickly spoke before you had a chance to even question why he was staring and jogged over to the edge of the water.

You stood there in confusion for a moment before looking back over at the taller male as he kicked his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head. Your mouth watered slightly at the sight of his bare skin, watching the muscles in his back ripple as he threw his shirt off to the side.

Heat crept up your neck as he looked back at you with a small smile, but there was a gleam in his eyes that made your stomach flip. Swallowing thickly you walked over to the water’s edge as San dove in and kicked your sandals off once more.

“This is safe, right?” You asked, your voice coming out shaky as you took in San’s appearance after coming out from under the water.

“I’ve been swimming here since I was a kid. I promise it’s safe.” He offered you a reassuring smile, and you nodded before reaching for the hem of your shirt.

San couldn’t tear his gaze away from your body as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing the bikini top that you were wearing underneath. He could feel his whole body start to burn as you pulled your shorts down your legs before tossing both items over with his discarded shirt.

You could feel his eyes burning into you as you threaded through the water, which was surprisingly warmer than you expected it to be. When you got close enough to him, he swallowed down the lump in his throat, but then you got a mischievous idea.

Cupping your hands together, you splashed water at him, drenching his face and hair. You broke down into a fit of giggles at the shock on his face after he wiped his eyes.

“Oh, you’re playin’ a dangerous game.” He chuckled deeply, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the noise, heat pooling in your gut, but you tried to ignore it as he sprayed water right back at you.

A squeal fell from your lips as he rushed at you, and you ran from him, the whole cavern filling with the sounds of your guy's laughter.

You tried to get away from San’s outstretched hands after splashing him once again, but your foot slipped, and he managed to grab your arm. He pulled you towards him, your body almost weightless in the water.

“Got you.” He huffed, looking down at you as your hand fell to his chest to keep your balance.

The air around you grew still; the only sound was your heavy breathing. San’s eyes were glued to your face, and you could feel your body growing warmer by the second. He started to lean down, his lips ghosting over yours, and your eyes fluttered closed as he closed the space between your bodies.

San’s lips were soft against yours; the kiss was sweet, but it didn’t take long before it started to fill with need. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, groaning at the taste, a mixture of sea salt and your strawberry lip gloss. The sound was enough to leave your core dripping as you parted your lips, allowing him to invade your mouth.

A small whine fell from your lips as he bit down on your bottom lip gently before trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. You rolled your head to the side, giving him more space to leave wet, open-mouth kisses along your skin.

“San…” You let out a breathy moan as he nipped at your skin, his hands wandering your body while yours squeezed his shoulders to try and ground yourself. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hand cupped your boob over your bikini top.

“You sound so pretty, moaning my name.” He groaned against your skin, his senses going haywire as he kissed back up to your lips. He just couldn’t seem to get enough. He wanted more.

A small yelp fell from your lips when he picked you up effortlessly, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you out of the water. His lips then found yours, capturing them in a heated kiss.

Not a word was spoken as he laid you down on the smooth floor of the cavern, fingers dancing across your skin. Every fiber of your being felt like it had been set aflame as his hand crept down your stomach, tracing the hem of your bottoms.

He pulled away from your lips, taking in your disheveled appearance and your swollen lips glistening under the light. The sight made his dick swell in his trunks, the material straining, causing him to groan. Pulling back a little more, he curled his fingers around the fabric of your bottoms and looked back at you with a questioning gaze. After giving him the green light, San wasted no time in discarding you of your bottoms, leaving your dripping core on full display.

You felt small under his gaze, and you started to close your legs in embarrassment. However, San was quick to stop you. Grabbing your knees, he spread your legs once more, his cock twitching at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuck.” He cursed, mouth yearning to latch on to your clit, but his aching cock was telling him that there was no time. So he prayed to the gods that he would get another chance to eat you out before the summer was over.

“San–” You were cut off by a choked moan when he pressed down on your clit suddenly, groaning at how wet you were. He leaned back over your body, caging you under his as he looked at your lust-filled eyes.

“Shit princess, you’re so fucking wet.” His head leaned down, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he continued to toy with your clit.

“San, please!” You whined, back arching off the ground when he added more pressure to your clit. Your body felt like it was on fire, and your core ached, begging to be filled. The growing desire becomes insatiable.

“Please, what, pretty girl?” He cooed, raising up to look at you with a teasing smirk, and that’s when you noticed the chain dangling from his neck.

Biting back another moan, you reached up and wrapped your fingers around the cool metal before pulling him down until his lips brushed over yours, “stop teasing and fuck me.”

San chuckled before removing his hand from your little bundle of nerves, “so demanding.”

You were about to retort, but all words died on your tongue as he leaned up to pull his trunks down just enough to let his weeping cock pop out. Noticing the shocked look in your eyes, he smirked before leaning over you again, lips brushing over your ear.

“You were the one demanding that I fuck you, so take it like a good girl, hmm?” His voice was deep, causing you to clench around nothing, a small whine falling from your lips.

Your whole body jolted when you felt his tip running over your slit before bumping into your clit. Then he started pushing into you without so much as a warning, causing you to choke out a broken moan of his name.

“San!” You cried out, nails clawing at his back, nearly breaking skin, and tears brimmed in your eyes. “‘S too much.”

“But you wanted this baby.” He cooed, thumb brushing under your eyes as tears started to fall, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find his forcefulness hot. Your walls squeezed around his aching cock, sucking him further in and he groaned, “plus you’re sucking me in, your pretty little cunt is just begging to be filled.”

Your eyes rolled back when he finally bottomed out, your mind fuzzing over from the full feeling. San watched you intently as you pulled at his body, wanting him close to you, a pathetic whimper falling from your swollen lips.

“Sannie!” You cried out, and his cock twitched at the whiny tone in your voice. The pressure was overwhelming, and you felt like you were about to combust if nothing was done about it soon. Your hips rolled up against San’s, and a choked gasp fell from your lips when his tip brushed over your sweet spot. “M-Move, please. San, please.” You spewed pleas like a mantra, and San’s lips curled into a smirk as he took your hips in his hands.

He pulled out until just the tip was left before pushing back in with enough force to make your tits bounce. A strangled cry tore from your lungs, and your hands flew to his forearm. His pace was slow but deep, hitting all of the right spots and turning you into a blubbering mess.

“Look at you taking me so well,” He cooed, pistoning his hips into yours until his tip hit your cervix.

Stars danced across your vision when his pace picked up, his grip so tight on your hips that you were sure that it would leave bruises the next day. However, all thoughts melted from your brain when his hand pressed down on your lower stomach, making you feel him even more.

“S-San– fuck! You feel so good, oh my god!” You cried out, back arching off of the ground when his thumb made contact with your clit. Your legs trembled around San’s waist as he brought you closer to your climax, your velvet walls squeezing around his throbbing cock like a vice.

“Shit, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna cum.” San groaned, his body leaning over yours to litter your chest with sloppy kisses. “Is that what you want, pretty girl? Me to cum in this sweet pussy of yours? To claim you as mine, is that it?” He growled against your skin, and it felt like your brain turned to mush at the thought of him cumming in you, and you tightened around him once more, giving away exactly what you wanted.

With just a few more thrusts, he sent you toppling over the edge, a string of broken moans falling from your lips as he fucked you through your high. Detaching his lips from your collarbone, he leaned over you, chain hanging just in your peripheral. Without so much as a second thought, you grabbed the jewelry and pulled him down, slotting your lips over his.

The kiss was anything but neat; he kissed you with a bruising force, and a mixture of spit covered both of your chins. Any sound you made from his relentless pounding was swallowed by his lips. Tears of overstimulation clouded your vision as you tried to tell him to slow down, but all that left your lips were incoherent babbles.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, pretty, just hold on a little bit more; you can do that, can’t you?” He grunted through gritted teeth as he sat back up, using his hold on your hips to plow you into oblivion. Your nails dug into his forearm, threatening to break skin as he pushed you closer to another climax.

“S-San!” You choked out a moan as he brushed over your sweet spot, causing stars to cloud your vision.

“Shit.” San groaned as he felt his own high right on the tip of his tongue. His hand then moved from your hip, trailing up your body until he caught your chin between his fingers. “Look at me pretty girl, I want you to watch as I fill your womb with my cum.”

His words were enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body trembling as another high washed over your body. Your pussy spasmed around his cock as you continued to gush out your own cum. An incoherent mixture of his name and curses spewed from your lips as he continued to fuck you through another high until his own thrusts became sloppy.

“Eyes on me, princess.” He tapped your cheek, watching in amusement as you tried your best to focus your attention on him despite all of the pleasure your body was receiving. “F-Fucking–” His voice cracked as his climax hit him like a freight train, his warm seed spilling deep into your walls.

“Sannie!” You whine at the sudden feeling, back arching off of the ground once more when he stilled inside of you.

“You did so good for me, baby.” He huffed, leaning over to pull your lips into a gentle kiss, and your shaky arms wrapped around his neck, wanting to keep him as close as possible.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments more until San pulled away, causing you to whine at the sudden loss of contact. With a chuckle, he slipped out of your spent hole, watching as a mixture of his and your cum pooled on the ground beneath you. Swallowing thickly, he tore his eyes away, afraid that he would get hard again, and instead pulled his trunks back up before helping you back into your clothes.

“C’mon, we can go back to mine and watch a movie or something.” He smiled sweetly at you as he helped you pull your shorts over your hips, and you felt your face flush.

“Throw in some snacks, and I’ll be yours.” You teased, and he chuckled before grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.

“I can make that happen.” He then pulled you back towards the entrance of the cavern and back to the beach before the both of you headed back to his place for the rest of the night.

You couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, if you kissed your city life goodbye, you could be happy here. The thought of having to leave San at the end of the summer after what just happened left an ache deep in your heart. So that’s all it took, was another flash of San’s dimpled smile to call your boss and tell him that you were going to quit.

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Chapter 20

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

W/C 16,169

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Previous Chapter (Chapter 19)

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer. This story will follow several of the events that Ateez has done in the past year for Golden Hour Part 2, that being said I will not be able to include everything.

Contains she/her pronouns.

The logo in the center is mine. Please do not reuse or copy.

I strongly recommend looking at the inspiration pictures and the Pinterest boards linked above (which will be updating as the story goes on).

General Warnings: slow burn, cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness.

CHAPTER WARNINGS - Fluff and slight panic. Let me know if I should add anything else.

Let me know what you think! <3 Moonie

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You woke up with a smile on your face well before your alarm. This is one of the first times in for-absolutely-ever that you were happy about waking up before your alarm. Today was Yeosang’s birthday stream and party. You gently separated yourself from Seonghwa and got out of bed to start getting ready for the day. You reached over him and grabbed your glasses and phone off the shelf in the bed frame. Thankfully you set out the outfit so all you had to do was grab it off the back of the door. After taking a shower you put on the red cargo pants and the black and red ACDC shirt. When you were finished making sure the outfit looked okay you put on some light makeup, Dutch braided your hair into pigtails and made your way down the stairs. You may as well let the other boys rest before their alarms.

You went down to the basement and triple checked that everything was here and that the giants were not messing shit up. As soon as you were satisfied you had all of the things in decent order you made your way back up the stairs. You checked in on all of the sweets Felix prepared, they looked absolutely perfect. The black and red theme was going to be so much fun. You grabbed the camera you used last night and went to plug it in so you could upload everything to your personal cloud. As that was uploading you made sure to turn on the TV in the great room and get into YouTube so the boys that were here could watch the live. After getting to the loading screen for the live you left it be.

Following the visits to the greenhouse and garden the past couple of days you knew two things. One, that the fruits are falling and that would be a great healthy snack for the boys and two that you would need some of the vegetables for side dishes for dinner. You grabbed your Beats and turned on some music to walk to and you slipped your phone into one of the pockets on your thigh. When you got situated you started toward the back door, Toothless was sitting there just staring outside wanting to be let out for some fresh air. With a chuckle you opened the door to the porch for him and let him wander outside and take up residence on his favorite spot for sunning. You left the door to the house open for him to wander in and out as he pleased before you slipped on your Hey Dudes and made your way out toward the familiar path. As you were walking you watched some of the birds flying over, it was going to be absolutely gorgeous today.

When you made it to the fork in the path you went to the right for the greenhouse. As soon as you stepped in you could feel the heat and humidity which just barely fogged up your glasses. You grabbed the large basket you had for days like today and started walking around to gather some vegetables. Once you were satisfied you had enough for cooking you went out to the plum tree. There were several that were just in your reach. You set down the basket and reached up for them. After you got a few of them you felt someone pick you up. You let out a scream and almost toppled out of the hold someone had you in, you looked down to see San who was grinning mischievously at you.

“Sannie, for the love of fucking god you scared the absolute shit out of me.” You paused your music, took your headphones off and let them rest against your neck. He was casually holding you on his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Good morning Jagi (sweetie), having a nice morning?”

“I was doing great until you nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, How about you? Have fun scaring the shit out of me, Thing 2?”

“I’m doing great! You want to continue to get some more plums or are we moving on to your next mission?” You reached up and grabbed a couple more of them.

“Do you think we need more than five?” You looked back down at San who was just watching you with a small smile.

“Grab four more just in case,” he moved toward another spot that had four really good looking plums. You grabbed them and he gently let you down. As soon as your feet touched the ground you moved to the basket to drop the plums in. When you were satisfied that they wouldn't go anywhere you moved to him and lightly smacked his shoulder.

He laughed at you before grabbing your hand and pulling you into a kiss. You immediately melted and closed your eyes as he pulled you closer with a hand on your lower back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and moved your hands to tangle into his hair letting your nails lightly scratch his scalp. He let out something akin to a whine into the kiss before tilting his head and pulling you even closer. Both of his hands were on your back as he kissed you, you arched up into his touch as he led the kiss. One of his hands traveled down over your ass and settled itself in your back pocket giving you a light squeeze. At the same time his other hand tugged the bottom of one of your braids. You let out a gasp and he separated from your lips to place kisses down your neck, as he did he let his other hand slide down into the other back pocket. Your breathing was beginning to get ragged and your poor heart was going absolutely insane as he placed gentle open mouthed kisses against your neck and pulse point.

You unconsciously tilted your head to the side to let him continue. He trailed back up to your lips and connected them again. Your lips moved perfectly in sync with his, you could feel his smile against you. He slowly pulled away without opening his eyes. His breath was shaky as he opened his eyes to look into yours. He gently set his forehead against yours while his deep brown eyes were seemingly searching for something in your expression to show that you didn't like what he did. He didn't find anything akin to that whatsoever as he looked into your eyes, the only thing he could see was adoration; and maybe a little bit of heat in your e/c eyes. He seemed to realize he still had his hands in your back pockets because he quickly let you go and stepped away.

“Fuck,” you brought your hand up to your kiss swollen lips. You could feel the blush on your face and you were absolutely sure that you were as red as a tomato.

“That was hot as hell.” His eyes flickered up to yours before he looked back down again, he was red and adorably bashful like he committed a cardinal sin. You let out a small laugh at him and stepped away toward the basket. After picking it up you made your way to him and put your hand on his shoulder.

“I'll leave you to recover from that amazing kiss, I am going to go get some of the flowers from the garden for Yeosang if you would like to eventually join me.” He nodded at you and gave you a quick glance and a small smile. You lightly kissed his shoulder before you walked back down the path.

As you walked you listened to everything around you, the birds were singing their songs and the small critters in the forest scattered as you walked. It took you a few minutes to get to the first moongate. You walked past it and the rest of them toward the gazebo, there was a pair of shears you had up here for occasions like this. Setting the basket down you moved to the small storage chest nestled in the back corner. It came open with a small squeak and you grabbed the shears from the top of the small pile of other gardening tools. You grabbed your second basket for the flowers and as you walked back past the first basket you grabbed it as well. Both baskets were hanging in the crooks of your arms as you made your way over to the roses. You had all of the colors that were possible in the region, white, pink, red, orange and yellow. Making your way over you started snipping several of the red and white roses. When you had a few of each of them in your basket you moved over to the hydrangeas. You clipped some of the white and green ones choosing to leave out the pink, blue and purple ones. When you were satisfied with the ones you clipped you placed them into the basket. Lastly you moved over to the peonies. You clipped some of the red and white ones and checked to make sure there weren't ants on them before placing them gently into the basket.

You looked up as you heard footsteps, San was making his way through the trees. He was smiling at you as he approached. You could feel the smile worm its way onto your face as you took him in. He was gorgeous in the morning light, the soft shadows that were being cast on his face made him look even more ethereal. He was dressed in the clothes he wore yesterday over to your house, it was almost disappointing to see him out of the matching set all of you had worn to bed. As he got closer you could see that he had something hidden behind his back.

“Hi, Sannie, What do you have there?” You motioned to the way he was holding one of his arms behind his back. He brought it around his body and you saw a small perfectly in bloom cluster of jasmine. Your heart melted as he got close and tucked it behind your ear, making sure to not catch it on your plethora of earrings. You let him fuss around with it to make it look perfect.

“Flowers for my flower” The heat immediately rushed to your face at the simple words. God damn this man was too sweet for his own good.

“You are such a romantic Sannie,” you leaned to him and placed a kiss on the spot his dimples generally are. As soon as you pulled away they appeared with his beautiful smile. You just stood there looking at each other taking in the twin smiles on the other’s face.

“We should probably head back to the house so you can put those in a vase and get going so you can make it on time for Yeosangie’s live.” You nodded at him and started walking, just as you passed him he took the basket with all of the vegetables. He switched the hand he was holding it in and grabbed your hand to intertwine your fingers together as you walked. You glanced at him and he was smiling at you already, a sweet soft smile. The two of you just walked in a comfortable silence back the way you came. As you approached the house you didn’t even notice that Wooyoung and Seonghwa were watching the two of you approach with large grins on their faces. There may have also been a couple of pictures taken.

As you stepped into the house you were immediately hit with the aroma of food. Wooyoung was standing in the kitchen proudly wearing the Bone Appetit skull apron. You laughed at him and set the basket of flowers onto the island. You gently took one of the three extra red roses you cut and handed it to Seonghwa. His eyes got wide and he smiled wholeheartedly at you. You moved over to Wooyoung who was already watching you with a grin on his face. As you held it out to him he took it in the hand that didn’t have a cooking utensil in it and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. Lastly you turned to San who was watching both interactions with a lovesick grin and look in his eyes. You held out the rose to him and his face immediately got a little more red.

Without a word you moved over to the cabinet under the sink to grab a beautiful black vase. You started gently preparing and cutting off the extra leaves of the flowers. The boys were watching you in awe of how you almost expertly arranged the flowers; putting your artistic mind to good use. As you were finishing up you immediately thought you should check the time. With a glance at your watch your heart dropped to your ass.

“Shit, I gotta go loves. Woo, everything should be here to prepare some fried yangnyeom chicken among other things for the party. I have everything set out on the couches downstairs, the presents I got for him need to be put in the small gift bag I have in one of the other bags. All of the snacks and the are in the fridge but leave the cake in there cause I have a plan. Like always you are welcome to anything here. Please for the love of whatever is up there do not let the other boys spoil the surprise, if they do, no kisses for any of you whatsoever, with the exception of Yeo, until I get back into town.”

They nodded at you while you quickly pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks and ran toward the mudroom. You skidded to a halt before getting into the hidden cabinet and grabbing your red leather jacket. As you were getting your jacket on you stepped into your shitkickers. You were perfectly balanced as you got your shit together, the years of practice propelling you. Once your jacket was zipped up you bent over to zip your shoes up before grabbing the keys to Ink.

“That threat also goes for Joongie, just cause he is going to be in Paris with me doesn't mean I won't ban them.” You said as you opened the door and reached around to smack the button to open the garage door. Before you made it out the door you peeked back in and shouted “Hwa, don’t you dare touch my lego set, we can do it together when I get back from Paris.”

You heard a noise of complaint and the laughter of the other two boys on the way to Ink. Quickly you snatched your black helmet off the top of the rack, you also grabbed the silver helmet and put it into your spare helmet bag. You gently took the jasmine out from behind your ear and set it in the bag. Throwing it over your shoulder you did your glasses routine as you walked between your cars, as soon as you made it to Ink you threw your leg over her and started her. She roared to life and you sped off trying to make up for lost time.

It took you just about five minutes less than normal to pull up to KQ. Thankfully you thought ahead and had Willow bring over your things from the office so you could film Yeosang’s birthday live. You knew she would be in the office a little bit earlier this morning; it only took a bribe of paying for her coffee to get her to do it. You pulled up right next to her SUV and shut Ink down. As she rolled her window down you flipped up your visor. She carefully handed you your camera which you put over your head; it almost didn't make it over your helmet. Next was your shoulder bag. You took it and put it over your shoulder before digging around in the pocket of your jacket and pulling out a twenty. Before she could hand you the tripod you handed her the twenty.

“Thank you! You’re the best!” You took the tripod and smiled at her.

“Of course, you would do the same for me; maybe minus making me pay for coffee. I would have done it either way, I just wanted to see what you would do for it. I've got one thing I need to get finished up and then I'm done for the weekend. I'll see you in a couple of weeks, be careful in France and take pictures for me.

“You know I always am and that I will. Have a good weekend, I'll see you soon.” Your voice dropped to a whisper, “You might also get bombarded with matching PJ pics from the party tonight for Sangie be fair warned.” She laughed at you as you stepped away from the car. She waved before rolling up her window and pulling out of the parking space.

You walked back to Ink and set down the tripod so you could take off your helmet. Once you had it off you opened the helmet bag and grabbed the jasmine before putting your helmet in. You tucked the jasmine bunch back behind your ear, picked the tripod back up and started making your way into the building. As soon as you stepped off the elevator you were immediately spotted by Maddox and Eden. They tilted their heads at you with small smiles.

“Yes oppas, I know, I look absolutely fabulous, take a picture it'll last longer.” You walked past them offering a small bow of your head. Over the time you had been here at KQ they had become almost like brothers to you.

“You look like a pack mule,” Maddox shot off after you. You rolled your eyes as you opened the door to your office. Making your way over to your desk you plopped your helmet bag down and started taking off the other bag. You unzipped the leather jacket so you could move around without hearing the creaking of the leather. As soon as everything was in decent order from the chaos you had it in originally you grabbed the travelling desk. You set your laptop bag and tripod on it, choosing to leave the camera around your neck. When you made sure you had everything you made your way to the elevator to go down a floor to the room they were getting set up in.

You walked in and you immediately snickered at the amount of Yeosang pictures scattered across the wall. Some of the staff were still getting things set up and ready for him to arrive. You started to set up the camera making sure to avoid the people bouncing across the room making sure everything was perfect.

Setting up your tripod you adjusted it to the approximate height you would need it to be before settling your camera on it. As soon as it looked like it was in a good place you plugged it into your computer which was booting up. The side monitors came to life and you started getting all of the windows you would need pulled up. Something hit the back of your knees which almost made them buckle. You turned around ready to tell someone to be more careful but you were met with the smiling face of the boy you were celebrating today. Your scowl immediately changed to a smile at your beautiful boyfriend.

“Happy early birthday!!” His smile got more bashful, you really wanted to hug him but being surrounded by staff that wasn’t the best option. You settled for taking his hand that was resting on the back of the chair and giving it a squeeze, which he returned.

“Thank you Y/n-nie,” he was smiling at you still. His eyes flickered to the computer that was situated behind you. You turned to look at what caught his eye and immediately felt the heat rush to your face. Between now and when the boys had left you at your house you had taken all of the polaroids from the MV out and took a wide shot picture of them to set as your background. Front and center of the picture was the polaroid you cherished most, the one they took and left a heart on for you.

“Y/n, we are almost ready to start.” You nodded to the woman who was leading today. You took a seat in the chair Yeosang offered you and turned to make the desk shorter so you could properly see everything. The camera was working and positioned well and Youtube streaming was up and running whenever you were ready to get started. She stepped over close to you to check where everything was and as soon as she saw everything up and ready she turned to speak to Yeosang.

“We are ready for you, can you please take a seat.” He nodded and moved away from you. As he left he put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed lightly. He sat down and you reached up to the camera to make a couple more adjustments to the camera angle and height before you would start the stream. Everyone was watching you as you started the stream. You gave a thumbs up to the silent room to let them know you were live. You watched with a small smile as he greeted Atiny. He may not have seen your gesture because shortly after he looked at you and asked if it had started. You nodded to him barely concealing your smile. He started again by greeting Atiny and then he started to sing himself happy birthday. You had to fight with every molecule in your body to not sing with him.

As he was speaking you zoomed in slightly so he was more of the focus. He was motioning with his hands, it almost seemed like a nervous habit. Once he finished his spiel about being busy he turned to read the comments. Most of them were wishing him a happy birthday, but there was one that stood out to you. Someone asked him if he could speak English, you watched him hesitate and his eyes flickered to yours briefly before answering with a small gesture.

“A little bit” he switched back to Korean immediately after. You almost wanted to reach through the screen and slap the person who asked that question. He moved on effortlessly reading a few more comments before getting to the theme of the live. One of the staff members brought over a monitor and set it to his side. You adjusted the camera so you could read the text on the monitor but still keep Yeosang in the center of the view. The next thirty minutes of the live continued this way. He was conversing with the camera and Atiny so well. You caught him looking at you on more than one occasion throughout it.

The next segment of the live was quotes from the rest of the boys. You knew this would either embarrass the shit out of him or make him laugh; there was no in between. As he was going through the quotes from the other members he was taking a little bit of time to speak about each of them. You were smiling the entire time and wondered if the boys were watching. The live continued for a while longer before the staff indicated that he could end it. Your eyes were glued to the beautiful man sitting behind the table and surrounded by his own pictures. He said his goodbyes and many thank yous to the Atiny watching before you cut off the stream. Everyone surrounding you let out a small collective sigh as soon as the camera was off.

Yeosang gently stood up and started thanking the staff and by extension you. Some of them ended up giving him small cards or gifts while you just sat and watched. As soon as everyone finished their doting on him he approached you with a small smile.

“The flowers in your hair are really pretty Noona, is it jasmine?”

“Yeah, good eye Sangie,” You gently took out the small cluster and tucked it behind his ear just like San did to you earlier this morning. He was watching you with wide eyes and trying to hide his smile as you did so. God you wished you could kiss him in this moment. You broke eye contact before turning back to everyone else who was taking things down already. You had half a mind to snag some of the things they decorated with.

“Do you guys need anything else from me before I go put my things away?” You spoke to the room and the woman that headed up the operation shook her head at you before resuming her prior task.

“Perfect,” you started taking all of your things apart and putting them back into their respective positions. Just as you were going to grab your camera you noticed Yeosang taking it off the tripod. Generally you wouldn’t let people touch your things, especially your very expensive camera, but the way he was gently taking it off the tripod made your heart melt. When he finished he turned to look at you with a small smile before gently setting it over your neck and tugging your braids out from under the strap.

“Thank you,” he nodded at your almost whisper. You had to get out of here before you did something absolutely reckless. Turning back to the portable desk you adjusted the height so you could walk with it and started making your way back to your office. As you were walking you heard a small snicker from one of the offices you passed. The hushed whispers followed you as you made your way toward the elevator. As soon as you turned around when you settled yourself in the elevator you were met with a pouty Yeosang. You tried to contain your smile as he stepped into the elevator with you. The doors closed and you let the grin free.

“Why are you pouting Sangie?” You tucked a strand of hair away from his face.

“Cause you left without saying anything,”

“Sweets, I don’t think it would have been a good idea for me to stand there like a lovesick fool. I would have done something that would get the both of us in trouble if I had.” He cracked a small smile as you spoke. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, you were the first to step off the elevator and he immediately followed you and then made his way to your side. Much like Hongjoong did several weeks ago he tried to take the desk away from you so he could push it. You gently checked him with your hip and he looked at you offended. You let out a snicker and continued the walk to your office, passing by several of the producer’s studios.

When you made it to the office you opened the door wide and ushered him in ahead of you. As soon as the door was closed he walked over to you and wrapped you in a hug. You smiled as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. The smell of jasmine wafted up your nose as you leaned your head on his. He let out a content sigh while you ran your hands up and down his back in a comforting motion. “You’re wearing my favorite colors,”

You hummed in agreement as he pulled away with a cute dopey grin. He was looking at you like you hung the stars but he was also taking the opportunity while you were alone to fully study the outfit you were wearing. A lick of heat rushed up your spine as he looked you up and down. Before anything else happened there was a small knock at the door. You turned and headed toward it. As you opened it you saw Bora standing there. You stepped back and allowed her into the room. She looked around the room before her eyes fell on Yeosang who had moved from standing in the middle of the room to Aurora’s chair.

“We need to have a chat,” those words immediately sent you into a panic. Your heart leapt to your throat and you could almost physically feel the room tighten with tension.

“What’s going on, is everything okay?” Your almost motherly instincts overrode your anxiety as you asked. You were surprised that your voice was somewhat level. She looked over at you and then went back to Yeosang.

“We were informed this morning about your addition to their relationship.” For the second time this morning your heart dropped to your ass. Fuck. The color drained from your face and you stood there like a fish out of water opening and closing your mouth. A gentle hand settled itself on your back and you knew that Yeosang could feel you trembling.

“All of the higher ups of the company have discussed this at length with Hongjoong—” the click of the door drew your attention away from the woman in front of you. It opened and Hongjoong stepped in, when he noticed Bora standing there he immediately moved into action.

“Bora, what is going on here?” He moved quickly to step gently in front of you and cupped your cheeks. The look he was met with was heartbreaking, your eyes were wide with panic and terror. He looked at Yeosang who was wearing a carefully constructed mask of calm while looking at you. That look gave Hongjoong all of the information he needed.

“I was just about to speak to the two of them about what you and the CEO have discussed in regard to your relationship.” He turned to look at her and was standing in front of you protectively as she finished her sentence. If your heart wasn't dancing around in your stomach you would have smiled at the motion.

“And you thought that it would be best that you do it and not one of her own boyfriends? That I wouldn’t want to discuss this with them as a group instead of scaring the shit out of our newest partner by approaching her first without being warned?” There was quiet fury laced in his tone and you watched as she shrunk back a little.

“No one informed me that you would like to speak to them instead of having one of us do it.”

“Tell me why you think that I wouldn't have handled this like I have every other time in the past.” He pinched the bridge of his nose before looking back at her, “you should've known better; especially with how long you have been with us. One of you approaching her about it makes it seem like she was going to lose her job, especially coming from someone who clearly didn't like her in the first place.” She flinched at his harsh words, you knew she saw her wrongdoing.

Her eyes met yours, the regret seemed to be minute. “I apologize. It was not my intention to scare you.” She bowed deeply to you and you nodded at her as she came back up.

“You may go,” She immediately took her leave after he dismissed her with a wave of his hand. He turned back to look at you and his gaze immediately softened into the loving one you often saw.

“Are you okay, our treasure?” You immediately grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug. He let out a small squeak before wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you,” you let out a shaky breath “thank you so much, that scared the living shit out of me.” He started stroking your braided hair gently, which helped calm your heart from its erratic pace. Yeosang’s hand never left your lower back as you stood there with Hongjoong. As soon as you calmed enough you stepped away and offered him a bashful smile. The worried look on his face seemed to dissipate the more he looked you over.

“We can talk about what she was going to say with everyone after you and I get back from Paris,” you and Yeosang nodded at him. A couple seconds later Yeosang took both of your hands and led you to the couch in the front corner of the room. Without saying a word he settled himself in the corner of it and held his arms out to the two of you. Immediately without thinking you crawled into his lap and rested your head on his shoulder. Yeosang’s eyes widened a fraction before he wrapped his arm around you. Hongjoong settled himself as close as he could and you stretched your legs out and over him.

The three of you just sat there basking in the quiet room and each other’s presence. Hongjoong had reached over and grabbed your hand, he began inspecting your nails closely.

“These look even better in person. Whoever did them did an amazing job.” He placed a kiss on the back of your hand and just kept it with him to mess with your fingers and rings. At one point while he was he took one of your rings off and slid it onto his finger. You gently moved your hand from his and slid your thumb ring off; the one you always wore no matter the occasion. He was watching you intently to see what you were doing. As soon as you had it off you twisted it to reveal the sphere it turned into.

“Wah,” both of them said in unison. Hongjoong gently held his hands out and you handed it to him. He was thoroughly inspecting it and how it worked. He seemed to also be attempting to read all of the phrases that were engraved as well as the zodiac signs. You took the moon phase one you had on your pinky and showed Yeosang how it spun. His eyes widened and he gently took it from you. Both of them were so entranced by the rings you couldn’t help but to let out a small huff of laughter. The quiet was short lived as Mingi appeared chattering excitedly about something as he walked through the door. As soon as he saw the three of you curled up on the couch together he got quiet. You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Meetings all morning and then ditching me for these two? I see how it is Hongjoongie.” You let out a snort at his pout. Yeosang hid his head in your shoulder, you could feel the smile on his face as he rested there.

“Princess, are you jealous?” The words that came out of your mouth seemed to catch him off guard. His face turned beet red and he couldn’t even look at you. Yeosang was shaking with his repressed laughter. You could feel him trying so hard to not laugh out loud. Hongjoong didn’t win the battle with his laughter though, shortly after you asked Mingi he burst into laughter. His pout only got deeper as he listened to you and Hongjoong snickering.

“He definitely is, there’s no doubting it.” Hongjoong muttered just loud enough that Mingi caught it.

“Yah, don’t team up on me like that! That’s not fair.” He stomped his foot like a child. All three of you dissolved into giggles at his exasperation. Yeosang’s full bodied laughter was shaking you, Hongjoong had a tight grip on your leg to keep himself from falling to the side. You were not much better. You ended up having to move slightly so you could grab a hold of the back of the couch so you wouldn’t fall off of Yeosang’s lap with how hard you were laughing.

Yunho decided that this exact moment was the best time to burst in unannounced. He froze in the doorway at the state all of you were in. He was watching the three of you on the couch with confused curiosity which only made you fall into heavier laughter.

“Yuyu they’re being mean to me,” Mingi whined to the taller man. He raised his eyebrows at Mingi before looking back at the three of you. Hongjoong and Yeosang seemed to have recovered but you were still giggling lightly. You had let go of the back of the couch anticipating being able to completely recover.

Hongjoong snorted, “Jealousy green doesn’t look good on you princess.”

“Neither does aegyo when you are pouting at us,” Yeosang deadpanned.

The rapid fire shots at Mingi’s pride sent you into more uncontrollable laughter. Before you knew it you had fallen off of Yeosang’s lap and onto the floor. Which sent everyone, even Mingi, into laughter. Yeosang was looking down at you in shock while you were spread out like a starfish on the floor wheezing. Your arm was over your eyes as you laid there, choosing not to look at the boys. If you would have done so you would not have recovered. They had become just like Aurora in that regard, not being able to keep a straight face in their presence was going to be hard in a professional setting. After a few minutes of laughter and checking that you were okay, Yunho helped you get back up. You took your previous spot on Yeosang’s lap and smiled at him.

“Alright come on you little green monster, let's leave these three menaces alone and go on our lunch date like we planned.” Mingi nodded at Yunho and started toward the door. Right before he left he took one more glance at the three of you with a smile showing he wasn’t really mad at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and he made a flabbergasted noise before Yunho pushed him out of the room while throwing a smile and wink your way.

“Speaking of lunch, I am treating you both to a lunch date.” You both looked at him with your heads tilted. Hongjoong had grabbed your hand and placed the sphere ring back on your thumb as well as the other one he had stolen.

“Where are you planning on taking us Joongie?”

“Sangie’s favorite rameyon place just down the street. I’ve already called and let them know we are coming so they could get one of their back rooms ready for us, that way we won't be disturbed.” You could practically feel the excitement radiating from Yeosang. Hongjoong was the first one to get up and he offered you a hand to help you. As soon as you were up Yeosang leapt up off the couch and said something about going to change into normal clothes before practically running out the door. Both of you shook your heads at his excitement.

“Shutterbug,” he grabbed your hand and looked you in the eyes. The gaze you were met with was one of gentle certainty.

“I want to quell the fears I know you haven’t acknowledged just yet. The company is okay with you being in our relationship. Your job is not in jeopardy whatsoever, neither is the team’s. The only thing that they stipulated, if you even want to go public with it, is that you choose only one of us to be public with.” He squeezed your hands while he spoke, grounding the both of you into the moment.

“How in the fucking world could they expect me to choose?” The words came out of your mouth like venom. “If I cant be public with all of you I won’t be public with any of you, that is utterly fucking ridiculous.” You were speaking before your mind even caught up with the thoughts floating around in your brain. You could never and would never choose, the thought of the discourse it could cause within the dynamic between all of you made you almost sick to your stomach.

“I agree with you, I also told them you would say something like that, minus the cussing of course.” he let out a small chuckle and you cracked a smile.

“I have one other question,” he nodded at you. “Who knows about us?”

“Really it's only our personal teams. Only the upper management, our team management, some of the stylists, and Edenary. Aside from whomever you have told.”

“I’ve told my team and a few of my friends.” Both of you jumped as Yeosang burst back into the room. He was barefaced, dressed down, and absolutely beaming at the two of you.

“I assume someone is excited to go get some food," you said as you passed Hongjoong to walk over to Yeosang who’s hair was slightly messed up. As you approached him he tilted his head down so you could have better access to his hair and the flower that was precariously hanging from behind his ear.

“I tried to get it to look as good as you had it but I couldn’t quite get it," he watched you closely from under his eyelashes.

“That’s okay Sangie. There you go, it’s perfect, just like you.” You placed a quick kiss to his cheek and he let out a noise of surprise before trying to hide his smile behind his hands. Hongjoong approached and started ushering you out the door.

You walked over to the restaurant that Hongjoong picked and immediately smiled at Yeosang’s joy to be here. Some of the staff recognized him and greeted him with smiles. You were escorted to one of the small back rooms so you guys could have some privacy amidst the lunch rush. As soon as you were in the room you sat in the chair facing the door, an old habit you still had yet to shake; and most likely never would. You smiled at both men standing and speaking to the waiter that they must have known. When they finished speaking to the waiter they settled on either side of you at the table.

“What is good here? I haven't ever been here.” Yeosang’s head immediately shot to you with wide eyes, almost like you slapped him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hongjoong lift up his menu to cover his face. The responding snicker told you he was enjoying this a little too much.

“You are looking at me like I just did some of the worst aegyo you have ever seen.” He straightened slightly trying to hide his shock and grabbed his menu before scooting closer to you. When he brought the menu closer to you you realized that you really needed to brush up on your Hangul. Speaking it and reading it was completely different. You listened to him talk about each of the dishes he was pointing at giving a general description of the taste.

“I’m so sorry sweets, I thoroughly enjoy that you are showing this to me but my Hangul isn't the greatest so I don't quite know what I am looking at or what is in it.”

“Kkulbeol (Honeybee) you have no reason to be sorry. I understand completely; especially after that one comment asking me if I could speak English. We are from two different places and learning the other’s language is hard but at least we are trying, that's all that matters.” You let out a small sigh of relief and smiled at him. Immediately after he switched up his approach and started thoroughly describing the contents of each dish. You could have melted into a puddle, he was being so considerate of you. Hongjoong was just watching the two of you, happy that you could be open and honest with them.

“Y/n-nie, if you don't mind me asking how did you get into photography and videography?” You looked over to Hongjoong who had his chin resting on his palm just watching you.

“It isn't really very interesting, but I'll humor you. I have always been drawn to the arts. I tried a lot of things, painting, sculpting, drawing, pottery, writing among shit tons of other things. None of it ever really caught my eye until I was helping with the school newspaper. I was pulled in because I had an extra block in my schedule I needed to fill. When I started taking the pictures for the class I knew then that it was what I wanted to do. That I wanted to be able to capture the moments that people were living in and give them that memory and the joy that was behind it. It is a lot like what I was telling you guys the other day. I strive to be able to create things that inspire people, not only to create other beautiful things but to share their memories and thoughts as well. I only do this partially for myself, most of it is for everyone else.”

“That is really beautiful, you might not think it is interesting but I think it is. Where you are from and where we are from are so completely different that I will always love to hear about your experiences.” Hongjoong was smiling at you now, his hand was resting over yours while he spoke.

“I wish I could tell you more of what it was like. I really can't quite remember a lot of the details.” What they didn’t know wouldn't kill them.

“You can tell us on your own time, we plan on sticking around to hear everything whenever you remember.” You looked over to Yeosang who was smiling at you sweetly. Without hesitating you grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

The rest of the lunch consisted of many laughs and tales from the two men with you. All of you conversed about things you loved to things you hate. One that was specifically brought up was your absolute hatred of going down any set of stairs; which resulted in light teasing from them. Yeosang ended up ordering his favorite dish for you and you immensely appreciated it because damn was it good.

After the three of you had finished, and you begrudgingly let Hongjoong pay, you made your way back to KQ. Just as the three of you got into Hongjoong’s studio your conversation was interrupted by the absolutely obnoxious sound of Hongjoong’s ringtone. He stepped away and pulled his phone out of his pocket. You just barely caught sight of Seonghwa’s nickname on the screen; you knew what the call was about. They were summoning all of the rest of the boys from their schedules. He was nodding and pretending to be a little exasperated from the call, knowing him, he was smiling; being the simp for Hwa he was.

“That was Hwa, he was just telling me that the stylist he is with wants to make changes to one of my outfits and this is the only time we are available at the same time for the next few weeks. He also told me that Yunho and Mingi are trapped in the studio perfecting one of their tracks and the rest of our boys are scattered absolutely everywhere.” You let out an exaggerated huff and out of the corner of your eye you could see the slight pout on Yeosang’s lips.

“I’m sorry my loves, why don't you both go to treasure’s house and have a relaxing date night and we will be there as soon as we can to join you.” the both of you nodded at him as he was grabbing his things. Before he left he gave you both a peck on the cheek. You watched him leave and before he could step out of your field of view he winked. Not even a few seconds later your phone pinged. You checked your watch to see it was Bias, the thought passed across your mind that you needed to change his contact name. You opened the message just as Yeosang plopped onto the couch. You hid your smile at the perfect decorations before you shot off a response to him.

“Sorry Sangie, they were just confirming a couple of things for my flight in a couple of days, why don't we head to my office and get ready to go.” You offered him a hand and he accepted it. The small perpetual tremble rattled your hand just a bit, you placed a kiss to the back of it before stepping away and toward the door. You walked out of the studio and ran straight into Maddox, he steadied you with hands on your shoulders.

“Definitely not who I was expecting to walk out of the Hongjoong’s studio, His voice dropped down into a whisper “you having a secret rendezvous with your boyfriends in there?” You lightly smacked him and felt a hand at your back. Yeosang was looking over your shoulder to see who you were talking to. As soon as Maddox caught his eyes he burst into laughter.

“You totally were! How did I know? I guess I’m just that good.” You rolled your eyes at him and promptly put a hand over his mouth as he went to say something else.

“If you don't keep your voice down the rest of KQ will know about us. I don't need or want more slut shaming than I am most likely already going to get from some of the people that haven't liked me since I started. You can tease us all you want in private but I would prefer it not be in the middle of a decently busy hallway. You might be a few years older than me but I have no problem putting you in your place if you continue, so respectfully shut the hell up.” His eyes widened just barely at the almost threatening tone you had before he nodded. You gently took your hand away from his mouth and he looked at Yeosang over your shoulder.

“She's got balls, I see why you love her.” Yeosang let out a small laugh and you could feel the small nod that came from him as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“You don't even know half of it. You remember that one weird kid Youngsik with the Xikers security crew?” Maddox nodded, “she actually put him on his ass after we were finished for the day at the MV shoot because he grabbed her when she told him not to. Then she verbally filleted him after he insulted us and her in front of his boss and he ended up getting fired off of his probationary period.”

“God damn, I would have loved to see that.” His eyes trained back on you and you smirked at him.

“That’s not all of the shit I've done to protect the people I care about, maybe another time we can sit down over coffee and I can fill you in on all of the fun shit I get up to.” he nodded at you with a large smile.

“I would love that, sorry to cut this conversation short but I was actually heading to speak to Eden before we ran into each other.”

“That's fine, go before you get into trouble,” You waved him off and he stepped away with a wave. When he was out of sight you felt Yeosang relax behind you.

“Can we get going Y/n-nie, I think I have had enough of people today.”

“Of course Sangie, I think I have too, other than you and our boys of course.” you stepped out of the doorway and started making the short walk to your office. When you opened the door you smiled as you remembered you would get to take him on Ink. Making your way over you started to transfer your computer into one of the backpacks that was more fit for someone to wear on a motorcycle. When you got that situated you grabbed one of the hard cases for your camera. After you were satisfied with how everything was laying in the backpack you tugged both it and your helmet bag over your shoulder and turned back to Yeosang. He was watching you intently, his brows furrowed as he took in the bags.

“I brought Ink today, and I may have planned you riding with me as a small early birthday present; if that is okay with you of course. If it isn't, I can arrange for a company car to take you.”

“No no, I would absolutely love to ride on Ink with you!” He was waving his hands frantically in front of himself. The smile that was on his face was absolutely adorable. You walked up to him and pinched his cheek just barely as you passed. He trailed after you like a cute puppy, he was almost bouncing off the walls with his excited energy. As soon as the elevator door closed he grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly before dropping it again.

You stepped out of the elevator and started making your way over to where you parked Ink. As soon as he saw her he practically ran over to it. You shook your head at him and continued at your own pace. When you got to Ink he was beaming at you. You took off both backpacks and gently set them onto the ground so you could pull out the helmets. Yours was on the top so you gently set it to the side and grabbed black fingerless gloves out of it and put them on. You took the silver helmet out of the bag and set it on your hip while you gently removed the jasmine from behind his ear and placed it into one of the smaller pockets of the computer backpack. Standing back up you saw his tiny pout because you took it away from him.

“Alright pouty, I know you watched me do this with Joongie, it is going to be the same process. Also, I need to make a quick stop at Beyond the Lens to grab another one of my cameras and my dual camera harness so I don't have to go back the day of my flight.” He nodded at you and gently settled himself sidesaddle on Ink, without you having to ask he bowed his head and let you settle the helmet onto it. When you had it on he tilted his head back so you could easily access and adjust the strap on his chin.

“Such a good boy,” the words had fallen out of your lips before you could even process them fully. His head snapped to yours and without even being able to see his eyes you knew he was looking at you in shock. Your jaw was slack as you listened to the words as they echoed in your brain. You sounded absolutely ridiculous.

“Sangie, oh my god I am so sorry. I don't know why I said that. If I made you uncomfortable I completely understand if you don't want to ride with me anymore. Fuck I have no idea why I said that. I'm so sorry.” At this point you were rambling while stepping back. The only thing that Yeosang could think of to get you to shut up was put his hand over your mouth; just like you had with Maddox. Your eyes widened as you looked at him, not being able to see his eyes worried you further. He held his hand over your mouth and with the other he gently pushed the visor up. The look in his eyes was surprised and maybe a little embarrassed; you expected him to be angry. You could just barely make out the pink tinge on his face.

“Stop panicking, it was unexpected, but I liked it.” Your shoulders immediately dropped and you let a sigh out through your nose. He took his hand away from your mouth and moved it to squeeze your glove covered hand. You gave him a weak smile and from what you could see he returned it. After the almost awkward pause you grabbed your helmet off the ground and did your glasses routine. Reaching out to Yeosang you turned on the bluetooth on his helmet shortly after you did the same with yours.

“Can you hear me okay?” His slight jump was enough to give you the answer you were seeking. “If it is too loud we can adjust it, generally I keep the volume level at the best one for while we are riding, the wind can be a bit of a pain,”

He nodded at you and quietly asked if you could hear him as well. With a quick nod you moved around to get things situated. You quickly rolled up the helmet bag and stuffed it into one of the pockets of the computer backpack.

“Okay, since I am going to be driving and you will be behind me I will need you to wear this for me. It is a little heavy but nothing you shouldn't be able to handle. It has a chest strap so you do not have to worry about losing it. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I can handle a little extra weight.” You opened the straps of the bag and he quickly put it on. When it was settled on his back he turned around to you and let you clip and adjust the chest strap. Your fingers may have lingered on his chest a second more than they needed to; you couldn't help it.

“Alright sweets, just like I told Joongie when I get on the bike I want you to sit behind me and put your feet here.” you pointed to the pegs where he could rest his feet; he nodded. “Any time we take a turn I need you to lean with me. And if you need to stop or take a breather please let me know and we can stop anywhere. There is no judgment here, I understand riding is not for everyone.”

“I understand Kkulbeol (Honeybee)”

“Perfect! Let's get going then.” you put the visor down on his helmet before swinging your leg over Ink and getting settled. After you waved him over he settled himself behind you and immediately hugged onto your back. His arms were wrapped around you lightly on your stomach. You smiled as you started Ink and put her into drive. His grip tightened on you as you moved and his legs squeezed yours just barely. You could tell he was going to absolutely love this if his small giggle was anything to go by. You weaved through the streets of Seoul over toward your Studio. He did really well while you were moving through traffic; he was a natural at leaning with you.

When you got to the studio you had him get off first. The two of you left your helmets on and walked into the building. When you unlocked it all of the lights were off and it almost gave it a spooky feeling. You flicked the lights on as you wandered toward the storage closet in the main portion of the studio. It was bathed in golden light from the skylight which meant you didn't have to worry about turning on the lights. As soon as you made it over to the storage doors you flicked on the lights and took in the mostly organized space. You knew the approximate place of what you were looking for. After a couple of minutes of digging around you found your black double camera harness. Yeosang had followed you in and was looking at the plethora of cameras in the cabinet. You let a small smile make its way to your face as you approached him.

“Sangie I’m going to put this into the backpack okay?” Just as you finished the sentence he turned his back fully toward you. You unzipped the bag and shoved the harness into the space the helmet bag was occupying. Zipping the pocket back up you surveyed all of the cameras with him, looking for one of the more specific ones for long shots. As soon as you spotted it you made a noise of triumph and snatched it off the shelf with the lenses that went with it and that matched the ones you already had in your bag. You grabbed its hard case and swiftly put it in. The moment you had finished you closed it up and turned back to Yeosang. He saw you turn back to him and immediately turned around again. When you were finished getting it situated you patted his shoulder. He quickly turned to you and lightly bonked his helmet against yours. You let out a giggle and did the same to him before stepping away. He followed you through the studio and back to the front door.

When you got out to Ink you thought it would be a good idea to let the other boys know you were heading that way, nonchalantly of course. “Sangie, want to take a picture together and send it to our boys?”

“Of course! What do you have in mind?”

“How about I put my phone on the ground and we make a cute heart while leaning over it?”

“I think that is perfect!” After getting his confirmation you pulled out your phone and set it on the ground with the screen facing you in selfie mode. You gently took his hands and showed him the heart you wanted to make. After a couple of tries you both perfected the pose you wanted to do. Reaching down you turned on the timer and got into position. The camera clicked and you both immediately moved to look at it bumping your heads together in the process. Both of you looked at each other in shock before bursting into laughter.

“I guess it is a good thing we had the helmets on, otherwise I am sure we would have goose eggs on our heads” He burst into more giggles as you picked up your phone. The picture was perfect and you immediately messaged it to the rest of the boys.

You watched the chat with a fond smile, Yeosang was resting his head on your shoulder reading the conversation. The both of you started back to Ink when you sent off the last message. You followed the same initial routine and took off toward the direction of your house. Yeosang was acting a lot like Hongjoong was the first time he rode the motorcycle. Every once in a while you would feel him move so he could let his head lean back and just take in the feeling of the wind on his skin. When you took some of the more sharp turns he leaned with you and laughed at the rush he would get as you sped back up. As you were trailing some of the more rural roads you took off and his responding laughter was music to your ears. As you got closer to the gate you reached into your pocket and pushed the button so you didn't have to completely break your speed. When you got up close to the house you realized that they had hidden their cars, they must have found the small offshoot of a road leading up to your house. You revved Ink’s engine as you pulled up to the house, hopefully alerting the boys in the basement that you had arrived. When you got close enough to the garage door you slowed and reached for the other remote stashed in the pocket of your jacket.

As the door opened you scooted forward slowly so you could get Ink situated perfectly in the space behind Onyx. When you were satisfied with the way you parked you cut the engine. Yeosang got off first and offered you a hand to get off which you accepted. After getting the helmet off of him you did your glasses routine and held your helmet against your hip.

“What did you think of the motorcycle ride sweets? Everything you could have imagined?”

“Yes! It was so much fun, I loved being able to not have to worry about people seeing me and wondering what the hell I was on the back of a motorcycle. Riding like that is so freeing, I am so happy you trusted me enough to be able to do this with you.”

“Sangie, I would trust any one of you boys to do this with. Also, the perks of having a dark visor really come in handy when you are not wanting to be recognized. Maybe instead of face masks you could just wear biker helmets, lord knows I would absolutely love it.” You nudged his shoulder while he was smiling at you. Before long you had gotten yourselves settled and headed into the house. When you did, Yeosang gently placed your bag on the bench in the mudroom before taking off his shoes. You grabbed his hand and gently led him around to the basement.

“I’m going to make you the best mudslide you have ever had and then we can do whatever you want okay?” He was grinning at you as you led him down the dark staircase. As soon as you stepped into the room the lights flicked on and all of the boys jumped out in their matching pjs screaming surprise. You were watching Yeosang’s face go from absolute horror to shock and finally to a heartwarming smile. Wooyoung was standing a little farther back and recording the entire thing while Seonghwa and Hongjoong were standing side by side holding hands. San and Jongho were the closest and absolutely beaming. Mingi and Yunho were situated by the snack bar and grinning like madmen.

“Oh my god,” Yeosang muttered before turning to look at you. He was absolutely shining as he smiled fully at you.

“Surprise sweets, I'm sorry for the secrets but we wanted to show you how appreciated you are and how much we love you. I figured this would be the perfect way.” before you could even finish your sentence you were pulled into a bone crushing hug. Shortly after you heard Wooyoung yell “group hug,” the rest of the boys approached you and encompassed you in one of the most comforting hugs you had been in. All of you just stood there for a minute basking in the moment. When they finally started to pull away you almost immediately separated from them and approached the table you saw the matching sleep sets on. You grabbed them and offered Yeosang his, he was looking between all of you and the outfit; like he couldn't believe someone would be doing this for him.

“Go on, go get dressed so we can take cute matching photos!” You looked over your shoulder to Yunho who was smiling as wide as he could with his arm around Mingi. Turning back to Yeosang you caught the small amount of silver lining his eyes. Before any one of the others could notice it you gently took him by the hand and led him up the stairs to your room. When you got to your room you gently shut the door and enveloped him in a hug. He settled himself against you and let out a small sigh.

“Thank you, for everything, I really didn't expect this at all.” You almost didn't catch the small words that came out of Yeosang’s mouth. All you could do was hug him tighter as he burrowed into your neck.

“Sangie, all of us pitched in to make this happen. We wanted to spoil you rotten. I’m sorry if it was a little overwhelming.”

“It’s perfect, I just wasn't expecting it, all of you make me feel so loved and I’m not quite sure what to do with myself.”

“I completely understand that feeling, how about we take this one step at a time and learn together okay?”

“Okay, I still don't think I can say thank you enough.”

“You don't have to thank me, but I will accept it. Just so you are aware, there are more surprises for you.”

“This is more than enough. Spending time with the people I love most in the world is enough for me.”

“I know, but you should let us spoil you a bit so we can show you you mean the same to us.”

“Okay,” He released his hold on you and you wiped the small stray tears from under his eyes. You handed him the set of clothes before motioning to the bathroom. He took them with a watery smile and placed a kiss on your cheek before going to the bathroom to change. You made your way to the closet and did the same. When you stepped out of the closet you were met with a smiling Yeosang; much better from a few minutes before. You approached him and gave him a sweet kiss before taking his hand and intertwining your fingers to lead him back down to your basement.

As soon as the two of you reappeared the boys started cheering and swarming Yeosang. You gave his hand a squeeze before moving so they could give him all of the love he deserved. Settling yourself against the bar you watched your boys. All of them had approached and gave him hugs and kisses. They all started chattering about their day and how hard it was to keep the secret from him. Wooyoung told him about you threatening them to go without kisses if they told him. He glanced at you with a smile and continued listening to Wooyoung spout his story of today.

If you could, you would just stand here and watch them all day, their happy chatter being one of your favorite sounds. You knew eventually that it would turn into absolute utter chaos but you were here for it. You caught your name and zoned back in to see a smiling Mingi in front of you. You returned his smile with a tilt of your head.

“You did amazing with the planning of this muse, all of the decorations are perfectly Sangie.”

You took a look around the room and finally got to take in how everything fell together. Above the bar was the shit tons of balloons. Sitting on top of the secondary alcohol cabinet was all of the sweets and goodies; most of which the other boys must have gone out to get to add. On the wall facing the archway of the dining room the Happy birthday streamers were perfectly centered. You were surprised that the giants hadn’t torn those things down yet. Finally hidden in the corner right next to the karaoke machine you could barely see the self care cart.

“Honestly, it was all Hwa, Sannie, and Youngie, I just got the decorations, activities and some of the home made sweets.”

“You still went through the process of planning everything. And you got all of us matching pjs, thank you for these by the way, they are super comfy.”

“That was Aurora’s idea, she is the self care guru. Her and Meadow have weekly self care nights when Meadow isn’t out of town on business.”

“Stop making it seem like you didn’t do this. You put in a shit ton of effort and most likely money to make this happen. Just take the compliment.” You rolled your eyes with a smile at him.

“Fine, thank you.” He smiled back at you and gave you a kiss on the forehead before wandering back over to the snacks. They must be getting hungry.

“Hey Woo,” All of their eyes fell to you from the large group they were still huddling in. “Did you get dinner all done and dusted?”

His eyes widened and a huge smile almost split his face. He didn’t even give you confirmation he just shoved all of the boys out of the way and ran up the stairs. With a muttered curse you followed him up. As soon as you got up the stairs you saw him piling up several large plates and bowls to take down.

“Woo, you are going to make this harder than it needs to be, let me help.” You stepped toward him and took the large platter of chicken. He watched as you went through the small archway and into the nook. Curiously he followed you to see what was going on. When you opened the dumbwaiter he let out a dramatic gasp. You turned to look at him over your shoulder with raised eyebrows. His jaw was slack and his eyes were nearly popping out of his head.

“It's a dumbwaiter into the basement, I had it custom added so I could host people and not have to make a shit ton of trips up and down the stairs.”

“You are a genius. I didn’t even know this was here, I just thought it was extra storage.” He stepped closer to investigate the space you were setting the chicken into.

“So I have been told, I am going to head downstairs so I can grab things as you send them down. All you have to do is push this button and it will do all of the work for you. If you need some shelves there are some in the top of the pantry.” You pointed to each of the things you discussed and he nodded at you enthusiastically.

You made your way down the stairs and heard it moving through the walls. When you made it to the bottom of the stairs the other seven men were looking around confused as to where the sound was coming from. Making your way past them you went to the picture of you pouring a drink right next to the bar and pulled it open. All of them made noises of shock as you pulled out the chicken and pushed the button to send it back up for Wooyoung. Yeosang’s eyes widened as he took in the dish you were holding. Before he could approach San was already taking the tray from you and making his way into the dining room.

After a couple minutes of rattling you heard it starting to make its descent. When it came into view several bowls and a couple of plates of sides were set onto the different shelves. You grabbed them but before you could move Yunho and Mingi took them from you. You gave them a smile and watched as they brought the plates and bowls over to the dining room table. You hadn’t even noticed the large bouquet you put together in the center of it all until just now.

When everything was send own and neatly organized on the table, thanks to the several men that wouldn’t let you lift a finger, you sat and started eating. Despite being the oldest you let Yeosang take the first bite. Shortly after he did the rest of you started eating. Everyone was praising the food Wooyoung prepared and he waved them off. You sat and watched as they almost completely demolished the food in front of you. Hongjoong, who was sitting to your right, had fed you a couple of pieces of food while he was dishing them out to the other boys that were asking for seconds and thirds. Seonghwa ever the sweetheart had his hand on your thigh as you ate. Every once in a while he would squeeze your thigh in a silent thank you and an I’m here gesture. You knew that he knew you still were processing this entire thing, his hand was a comforting presence reminding you that this was real.

Everyone finished their food and leaned back in their chairs rubbing their full stomachs. You snickered at Wooyoung’s complaint of a food baby. You grabbed Seonghwa’s hand and gave it a squeeze before getting up to go get the cart of self care goodies. When you walked into the room you gently took out the cart from the back corner and settled it in front of the entertainment center. It was then that you noticed that the boys had raided all of the closets and places in the house for every blanket and pillow you owned. There were at least fifteen blankets and the pillows scattered absolutely everywhere across the space.

“Boys!” You heard the scraping of chairs and several groans of protest before they started appearing one by one into the area you occupied. As soon as Yeosang saw what you had next to you his eyes lit up.

“Alright, I have a shit ton of products and facemasks for all of us to do with each other, that being said, I really have no idea what I am doing with this so someone else can take the lead.” The boys surrounding you snickered and Yeosang was the first to approach and choose out of the plethora of things you had before them. He grabbed two facemasks and a serum that interested him before grabbing your hand and bringing you over to the arm of the couch. Apparently he was going to be your babysitter tonight.

He gently settled you on the couch and threw the large celestial patchwork blanket over you. It was the one your Granny customized with your name on it for your eighteenth birthday. As soon as he was content that you were thoroughly tucked in he set the products to the side and started moving around to gather more supplies. The rest of the boys had grabbed different facemasks and started putting them on. Some of them made jokes that they looked like ghosts while others giggled about how absurd some of the character ones were; specifically the bear one Jongho was about to put on. When Yeosang appeared back in front of you he had cotton pads and a couple of other things.

He quietly asked if he could take care of you, to which you nodded. What he did next thoroughly surprised you and most of the other men in the room as well. He gently crawled into your lap, his legs were on either side of yours as he was straddling you. The heat from your entire body went immediately to your face as he settled. You were trying so hard to repress your shocked facial expression, your lips were in a tight line and your eyes wide while you watched him. He gently took your glasses off and set them off to the side. The only thing you could see at this point was his blurry form. He gently started wiping down your face with a dampened cotton pad, the chill from it made you shiver slightly.

Everything surrounding you faded as you attempted to focus on Yeosang’s face. It was like the world disappeared and he was now the center of your universe. He was being so incredibly gentle as he cleaned your face of any makeup. You closed your eyes as he was getting closer to them, you trusted all of the boys surrounding you wholeheartedly. Something that you could never say for the people of your past, to be able to allow yourself to do something like this in the first place was a feat in itself. You could feel the tension leaving your body as you relaxed into his gentle ministrations. You were almost quite literally melting into the couch cushions. There was a dip in the couch next to you and you felt someone gently take your hand. From the feeling of the rings you could deduce it was either Hongjoong or Mingi. Judging by the size of the hand as it held yours it was Hongjoong; Mingi’s hands generally absolutely dwarfed yours. He gave you a light squeeze and started messing with your rings, you felt as he gently slid your thumb ring off; presumably to either show the boys or to mess with it himself.

“Okay Kkulbeol (Honeybee), I got everything off and I am going to start putting on some of the other things you got, are you okay with that.” You slowly nodded, keeping your eyes closed, afraid that if you opened them you would be a blushing mess. You heard the pop of one of the lids of something in front of you, which prompted a small jump. Yeosang soothed you and then gave you a small warning that he was going to touch your face now. As soon as he did you could feel him working the product into your face before he lightly started tapping your cheeks to get the product worked into your pores. When you peeked your eyes open you saw his concentrated face and you couldn’t help but to let out a giggle because his tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

His eyes shot to yours and he stopped all of his movements momentarily before he gently squeezed your cheeks together with one hand and gave you a quick peck to the lips. There was a cool sensation on your cheek and you glanced down to see that he still had your moon phase anxiety ring on his pinky. You let out a small snort at the fact and because he kept squishing your cheeks. Movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention when you saw Wooyoung sneakily take a picture of the two of you. You rolled your eyes and looked back at Yeosang who seemed to have let his cuteness aggression take over. He gave you another squeeze and peck to your lips before continuing what he was previously doing.

Shortly after he was satisfied that your face had absorbed the products well enough he grabbed a rose hip oil face mask and gently applied it to your face. The facemask was cool against your skin as he applied it and gently pushed it into the space around your nose. When he was finished he sat back and smiled at you, you were sure you looked absolutely ridiculous; just like the rest of the boys with theirs on.

“Sangie, aren’t you going to do some?” You slowly turned to look at Wooyoung who was grinning at the two of you. He had one of the charcoal masks on and was trying not to move his face too much so it wouldn’t crack.

“Yeah, I just wanted to take care of our treasure first.” Jongho was the one who made his way over to the two of you and helped Yeosang off your lap. The warmth he was emitting suddenly left you and you pulled up the blanket to cover yourself up to your neck. When Hongjoong noticed he lifted the blanket and got under it with you cuddling up to your side. You smiled gratefully at him and threw your arm around his shoulders. Being perpetually cold was never fun, but having eight boyfriends that were willing to warm you up was what made it bearable.

Jongho and Yeosang both debated on the face masks that he would do. In the end Jongho had convinced him to do one of the character ones, specifically one that looked like a puppy. As soon as the two of them had situated themselves after getting Yeosang taken care of, they made their way over to the couch. Just as they sat down you decided to get up to turn off the lights and grab the remote so you could watch something. As soon as you had all of the lights from the basement off the boys noticed your star ceiling. Most of them were staring up at it in awe, Seonghwa was just watching you as you walked back to the couch. He had taken your spot on the corner of the couch and as soon as you approached he held the blanket up for you to curl up under. When you got situated you started scrolling through the movies, you passed your large selection of disney movies, pixar movies, and some of the Barbie movies. Most of the boys weren’t completely paying attention so you just picked one of your favorites, Anastasia. As the movie started it caught the attention of the boys, all of them put their phones away and started watching the movie. As soon as it started getting to the songs you were singing softly. All of the boys were watching with fascination at the animated film, it seemed like San had seen it before but you couldn't be quite sure.

About thirty minutes into the movie Yeosang got up and took off your facemask. You smiled up at him and some of the other boys took that as their cue to get theirs off as well. They did so without looking away from the screen. There were several comments that carried on throughout the show.

“Look at the puppy!!” Yeosang was the first to comment on the movie, leave it to him to absolutely love Pooka.

“Really, bugs, He had to get bugs to sing with him?” You laughed at Jongho’s comment of disgust. Most of the other boys murmured their agreement as they continued watching.

“Dimitri is such a dumbass.” It was Yunho this time that made the off handed comment. Mingi agreed with him and cuddled farther under the blanket with him.

“That dress is absolutely stunning!” Seonghwa was absolutely fawning over the navy blue dress from over your shoulder. You tilted your head back to look at him with a smile.

“I actually dreamed of having a dress like that when I was little, honestly I still would love to at least look at one similar in this lifetime.” You watched in silence as Anistasia was telling Dimitri how it was, and when she slapped him all of the boys collectively gasped in shock. You snickered as they all started to speak in hushed tones about the slap.

“Oh, our treasure, we should get you a crown like that! What do you think? We could spoil you like the princess you are.” You turned to look at Hongjoong who was grinning up at you.

“You already spoil me as it is, I don't need a crown songbird. Also, Mingles is the real princess here, I never could take that title from him.” Hongjoong burst into laughter and Mingi smirked at you.

“True love always prevails, I am glad that he finally came to his senses. Who wouldn't love a beautiful woman like that? A princess no less.” All of you looked over to Wooyoung. San gave him a small slap on the shoulder and all of you burst into giggles.

“Yah, What? Her attitude reminds me of Y/n-nie, strong, independent, sarcastic, not afraid to tell people how it is and even slap a bitch when needed.”

“Nice save Woo, way to be a kissass.” You snickered at San who was still lightly scolding Wooyoung.

This time you let the other boys pick out a movie, to your absolute horror they picked Frozen. You were definitely in for a long night. During Let it Go San and Wooyoung had gotten up and serenaded the rest of you obnoxiously. You were laughing the entire time while a couple of the other boys were peeking through their fingers with second hand embarrassment and amusement. Throughout the movie all of them were singing dramatically and eventually when the temptation was too much to resist, you sang as well.

“I prefer the second one to this one, this one is kinda depressing.” All of their heads whipped to look at you like you personally insulted their mothers.

“What? I am entitled to my opinion.” You huffed and crossed your arms. Seonghwa just chuckled airily behind you and wrapped his arms tighter against you. As the end credits were rolling you looked at your watch and realized that it was nearly midnight. Stretching yourself out from Seonghwa, and Hongjoong who had cuddled up to you in the middle of the movie, you gently got up. Taking special care to make sure not to disturb the two men too much. You muttered something about needing to go to the bathroom before heading up the stairs. When you made it up the stairs you made your way to the fridge to grab Yeosang’s cake. It took you a minute to find the lighter in your miscellaneous junk drawer. After you finally found it you placed the tall candles into the cake. It turned out perfect, the black icing was smooth and the cute red hearts just made it even better to show your love for Yeosang. You kept an eye on the time and as soon as the clock hit 11:59 you lit the candles and started to make your way down the stairs. When you rounded the corner into the main portion of the basement you started singing happy birthday. The other boys joined in and Yeosang had the bottom of his mouth covered, the smile on his face was easy to see even though most of it was covered.

You finished the song just as you got to him, you knelt in front of him and offered him the cake. He blew out the candles with a little help from Wooyoung, which earned him a glare from you. All of you celebrated and you rose to take the cake over to the bar to cut it with one of the knives stashed behind the bar. You cut it and gave the first slice to Yeosang, the remainder of the boys had grabbed slices as you cut them. The chocolate cake tasted absolutely delicious, Yeosang had some of it smeared on his mouth and you watched as Jongho leaned in to clean it with the pad of his thumb. After he had gotten it off he placed a quick peck to Yeosang’s lips, which made you smile; Jongho’s simple affection was sweet to watch.

“Y/n-nie, who made this? It is so good!”

“His name is Felix, he is a good friend of mine. I'll tell you all about him another time, right now it is my turn to pick a movie.” You excitedly made your way back over to the couch to see Mocha and Beans curled up where you and Seonghwa just were.

“Either you both like the smell of butts or you are just a glutton for a warm spot,” you muttered while grabbing the remote from between them. Yunho and Mingi who were sitting on the couch peacefully eating their cake sputtered at your comment. Some of the cake had made its way onto the floor in front of the two of them who were almost choking on their laughter, and the food in their mouths. You tilted your head at them with a raise of your eyebrows, “What?”

Yunho was the one who recovered first “what did you just say?”

“I didn't say anything,” the small smile on your face was the giveaway, you were about to pull some stupid shit.

“Why is there cake on the carpet?” Seonghwa’s voice floated over your shoulder to the two that were red in the face.

“Y/n-nie said something weird and we may have spit it out laughing.” Mingi had finally recovered and stood up to go get a napkin to clean up the small mess they made.

“I didn't even say anything. I have no idea what you are talking about. I think the two of you are just messy eaters.” You glanced at Seonghwa who was looking at you curiously.

“Don't believe her, she said something about Mocha and Beans liking the smell of butts.” Yunho was standing up at this point, his form towered over you slightly. He was standing there daring you to deny it again.

With a smirk up at him you turned back to Seonghwa with the most innocent looks you could muster. “I would never.”

Before any of you could react Yunho had taken some of the cake that was still on your plate and smushed it against your face. You slowly looked over at him, your jaw hanging open in a half smile, you ran your tongue over your teeth before tilting your head at him. You took your thumb and wiped off some of the cake before popping it into your mouth. He was smiling at you before he realized the almost murderous look in your eyes. You handed Seonghwa your plate and took the rest of his cake and smashed it in his face. He laughed at you as he reopened his eyes.

“I step away for two minutes and the two of you somehow now have cake on your face, what happened?” Hongjoong was approaching the three of you with a fatherly look of something akin to disappointment, but not really disappointment more like amusement. You and Yunho both pointed at each other before claiming the other one started it. He shook his head at you before turning to Seonghwa who was smiling at the two of you like he couldn't believe you.

“Joongie, I didn't do anything and he smashed the cake in my face.” Yunho made a strange noise, something between a gasp and a protest. Hongjoong looked over to him with a raised eyebrow. While he was momentarily distracted you quickly stuck your tongue out at him. He looked between you and Hongjoong quickly before sputtering about how you were gaslighting all of them.

With a mocking gasp and a hand against your heart you proclaimed “I would never.”

Yunho’s eyes went wide before he scooped you into his arms and threw you on the couch. You almost landed on the girls who had started this whole mess. He sat on your stomach and started tickling you. Your eyes widened and you started thrashing around trying to get out of his hold, your laughter was contagious to the other boys.

“Admit what you said and I'll stop.” He was grinning at you while viciously attacking your sides. You could barely keep your laughter from going silent while you laughed.

“I didn't say anything, I dunno what you are talking about” Your huffed words came out between laughter. He continued tickling you and you had half a mind to kick him off the couch.

“Say what you said!” The rest of the boys had gathered to witness the chaos you had started. All of them were giggling or just smiling while watching you and Yunho struggle. It was getting to where you couldn't breathe properly.

“Fine, fine I said it,” his fingers immediately stopped dancing across your sides. You finally could take a full breath of air in.

“That wasn't so hard was it now princess?” He got close to your face and just before he could do whatever it was he was going to do you shoved him off of you and by extension off the couch. You peeked over the couch at him and he was smiling up at you.

“Alright you two children, let's get back to the movie, Y/n-nie what are we watching?” You took the hand Seonghwa offered to you and let him help you up. As soon as you were standing he gently handed you your cake back and started wiping the remnants of cake off your face. Once a mother, always a mother.

“I wanna watch How to Train Your Dragon.” His smile widened exponentially as you mentioned the movie both of you love.

“Then How to Train Your Dragon it is, little bear can you please turn on the movie.” Jongho moved with quick efficiency to grab the remote from the spot it fell to on the floor. As he was getting it set up Seonghwa gently guided you to the couch and curled up against the corner so you could sit between his legs and lean against his chest like you had been earlier. This time instead of Hongjoong cuddling up to you it was Mingi. You let him adjust as he needed, he ended up on his stomach with his head directly over your heart and arms wrapped around you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair which made him melt against you. Before too long you had slowed once you realized he was out like a light. Not too shortly after, with the music you used to fall asleep to flowing through the speakers, you fell asleep with your head under Seonghwa’s chin.

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The Moment I Saw You || C.San

Pairing: Rookie.Idol!Reader x Idol!San

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 10,495 words ; Reading Time: 40-ish mins

Synopsis: They called you the "guitar rookie" — cool, mysterious, and unforgettable on stage. But for San, it only took one performance to fall completely under your spell. What starts as quiet glances and backstage banter slowly turns into secret texting, emotional confessions, and late-night comfort. But fame is cruel, and love in the spotlight even more so. When the hate gets brutal, San does something no one expects — he fights for you.

Author’s Note: This story’s a love letter to that electric spark between two people who meet in the whirlwind of fame and find peace in each other. I adore writing flustered San, loyal San, "ride-or-die" San — so this fic gave me life. Hope you enjoy the slow burn, tension, and soft chaos.

The air in the practice room always smelled faintly of sweat and ambition, a potent cocktail that you had grown accustomed to. Just six months into your solo debut, the buzz around you was a low hum, a quiet acknowledgment of the raw talent that crackled through your live performances. In a sea of perfectly synchronized dance routines and polished pop anthems, you offered something different: grit. Authenticity. And a damn good electric guitar.

Your company, a smaller label that had taken a gamble on your unique blend of idol charm and rockstar edge, was cautiously optimistic. Your digital single had performed respectably, earning you a small but fiercely loyal fanbase who appreciated your self-composed tracks and the way your fingers danced across the fretboard during live stages – a genuine rarity in the current idol landscape.

You yourself preferred the quiet hum of anticipation to the deafening roar of immediate fame. It gave you space to breathe, to hone your craft, to let the music speak for itself. Your stage presence was a carefully constructed paradox: cool and composed, almost aloof, yet undeniably magnetic. There was a mysterious charm about the way you’d offer a fleeting smirk after a particularly sharp riff, the way your dark eyes would scan the crowd with an unreadable intensity.

Tonight, however, the quiet hum was about to be amplified to a deafening roar. Tonight was the culmination of a year’s worth of relentless work: the prestigious Gayo Daejun. The air backstage thrummed with nervous energy, a chaotic symphony of hurried footsteps, last-minute mic checks, and the hushed excitement of idols from every corner of the industry.

Your own dressing room felt like a small island of calm amidst the storm. Your black custom guitar, affectionately nicknamed 'Shadow', leaned against the wall, its sleek body gleaming under the soft lighting. Your stylist fussed with the subtle silver chains adorning your black leather jacket, while your makeup artist dabbed at your already flawless smoky eye.

“Ready, Y/N-ah?” your manager, a kind but perpetually stressed man named Mr. Kim, poked his head in.

You offered a small, confident nod. Inside, however, a familiar flutter of nerves danced in your stomach. This was the biggest stage you’d ever performed on. The audience wasn’t just your fans; it was the entire Korean entertainment industry, fellow idols you admired, and millions watching at home.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension backstage thickened. Snippets of other performances drifted into your room – the booming bass of a powerful dance track, the soaring vocals of a ballad. Then, Mr. Kim gave you the signal. It was time.

Walking towards the stage felt surreal. The backstage area was a blur of glittering costumes and anxious faces. You took a deep breath, the scent of hairspray and expensive perfume filling your lungs. The roar of the crowd beyond the heavy curtains was a tangible thing, a wave of sound that promised both exhilaration and potential disaster.

Your name flashed on the monitor, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins. This was it.

The lights dimmed, and a single spotlight pierced the darkness, landing squarely on your silhouette as you stood center stage, Shadow slung low across your hips. A hush fell over the arena, a pregnant silence that amplified the frantic beating of your own heart.

Then, you raised your hand, your fingers hovering over the strings. A single, clean note rang out, cutting through the silence. It was the opening of your self-composed track, a raw and edgy anthem about breaking free. The crowd responded with a wave of cheers, but you barely registered it. Your focus narrowed, your world shrinking to the six strings beneath your fingertips.

The first chord hit like a punch to the gut – a gritty, distorted power chord that reverberated through the stadium. The stage lights pulsed in time with the music, casting sharp shadows that danced around you. Your cool composure settled over you like a second skin. Head tilted slightly, you launched into the opening riff, your fingers a blur of practiced precision.

From the side of the stage, hidden in the shadows after the explosive finale of his own group’s performance, Choi San stood catching his breath. Ateez had just delivered a high-octane set, leaving the crowd in a frenzy. He was about to grab a water bottle when a lone figure walked onto the stage. He barely glanced up, expecting another flashy dance number.

But then, the first chord struck.

San froze. The plastic water bottle slipped from his suddenly numb fingers, clattering unnoticed on the floor. His jaw went slack, his breath catching in his throat. It wasn’t just the sound – though the raw, live tone of the electric guitar was a shock in itself – it was the sheer confidence emanating from the figure bathed in the spotlight.

His heart, which had been pounding from Ateez’s intense performance, now seemed to have vanished entirely, replaced by a strange, hollow ache.

He watched, unblinking, as you moved with a fluid grace that belied the aggressive energy of your music and your soft voice blending well. The way your head would snap back with a flick of your dark hair during a particularly powerful strum, the fleeting smirk that would play on your lips as you effortlessly shredded a solo – it was captivating.

The music surged, a tidal wave of sound washing over the arena. San was oblivious to the cheers of the crowd, the flashing lights, the murmurs of his own members nearby. His entire world had narrowed to the figure on stage, the girl with the guitar, the raw talent that seemed to bleed from her fingertips.

He watched as you stepped closer to the edge of the stage during a particularly intricate solo, your eyes locking with unseen members of the audience. There was a fire in them, a fierce passion that resonated deep within him.

The final chord crashed, echoing through the stadium before fading into a sudden, profound silence. Then, the arena erupted. The cheers were deafening, a testament to the captivating performance they had just witnessed.

You offered a small bow, the corner of your lips tilting into that enigmatic smirk one last time before you turned and walked off stage, disappearing behind the curtain.

San remained rooted to the spot, his mind a complete blank. The echoes of the music still vibrated in his chest. It wasn't just that you were talented; there was something else, something that had resonated with him on a visceral level.

Finally, as his members started to nudge him, concern etched on their faces, San managed a single, breathless utterance, his voice barely a whisper amidst the lingering roar of the crowd.

“…who is she?”

The adrenaline from Ateez’s performance had long since faded, replaced by a persistent, almost unsettling hum within San. Back in their dorm, the usual boisterous energy of the members felt muted, a backdrop to the insistent replay echoing in his mind. He’d excused himself shortly after they’d arrived, claiming exhaustion, but instead, he’d retreated to his bunk, phone clutched tightly in his hand.

The YouTube video title glowed on the screen: “Y/N - Iconic Solo Debut Stage @ Gayo Daejun” He’d found it within minutes of searching, the algorithm already attuned to the sudden spike in interest surrounding the mysterious guitarist.

He pressed play.

The opening chord of ‘[Your Song Title]’ reverberated through his earbuds, sending a familiar jolt through him. He watched, his eyes glued to the screen, as you stepped into the spotlight. Every subtle movement, every confident strum, every flick of your hair was magnified, imbued with a significance he couldn’t quite articulate.

He watched the entire performance again, and then again. A strange tension coiled in his stomach, a feeling he hadn’t experienced before. It wasn’t just admiration for your talent; it was something deeper, something that felt intensely personal.

On the fourth viewing, he paused the video. It was a fleeting moment, almost imperceptible – a small, genuine smile that flickered across your lips after nailing a particularly challenging riff. It wasn’t a practiced idol smile for the cameras; it was a flash of pure, unadulterated joy, a glimpse behind the cool facade. San’s thumb hovered over the screen, tracing the curve of your smile as if he could somehow capture the feeling it evoked within him. His chest tightened.

He replayed the solo, the intricate melody and the raw energy of your playing sending shivers down his spine. He’d always appreciated good musicianship, but this… this was different. It wasn't just skill; it was soul. It was like the music was an extension of you, a direct line to something honest and captivating.

A restless energy began to build within him. He needed to know more.

He exited YouTube and opened his browser, typing in your stage name. Information flooded the screen: your full name, your company, the name of your debut single, even a few interviews where you spoke shyly about your music and your unconventional path as a guitar-playing idol. He clicked on every link, devouring every piece of information, piecing together a fragmented image of the person behind the captivating performer.

He learned you were a soloist, which surprised him. Your stage presence felt like it could command an entire band. He scrolled through fan forums, reading comments that echoed his own fascination: “Who is this girl?”, “That guitar solo was insane!”, “Her vibe is so cool.”

Later, when a few of the members had gathered in the common room, their post-show buzz slowly dissipating into comfortable exhaustion, San couldn’t contain it any longer. He wandered in, his phone still clutched in his hand.

“Do you guys know the rookie guitarist from tonight?” he asked, his voice a little too eager.

Wooyoung, sprawled on the couch scrolling through his own phone, looked up, a playful smirk already forming on his lips. “You mean the one you haven’t stopped watching on your phone?”

San flushed slightly, trying to appear nonchalant. “I was just… impressed. Her live playing was really something.”

Jongho, ever the straightforward one, nodded. “She was good. Definitely stood out.”

Hongjoong, who had been quietly sketching in a notebook, looked up, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Bro. You’ve watched that clip six times since we got back.”

San’s ears burned. He hadn’t realized he’d been that obvious. He mumbled something about needing to analyze different performance styles.

Hongjoong leaned back, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. “Analyzing, huh? Or maybe… admiring?” He tapped his pen against his chin thoughtfully. “She did have a certain… je ne sais quoi.”

San avoided his leader’s gaze, suddenly finding the pattern on the rug intensely interesting.

“Just ask her out already, Romeo,” Hongjoong added, his voice laced with playful teasing.

San’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. “Hyung! What? No! I just… I was curious about her music.”

The other members exchanged knowing glances, a chorus of suppressed chuckles filling the room. San knew he wasn’t fooling anyone. The image of you on stage, bathed in that single spotlight, the raw sound of your guitar echoing in his ears, was firmly imprinted in his mind. The quiet hum of curiosity had morphed into something far more insistent, a burgeoning fascination that felt dangerously close to… obsession. And he had a feeling this was just the beginning.

The fluorescent lights of the music show backstage buzzed with a familiar, almost sterile energy. A few days had passed since the Gayo Daejun, and the memory of your performance still lingered in San’s mind like a favorite song he couldn’t stop humming. He’d tried to play it cool around his members, deflecting their teasing with awkward jokes and feigned disinterest. But the truth was, he’d spent a significant amount of his downtime rewatching your stage and scrolling through any new information he could find about you. He even found a few fan-made compilation videos of your live guitar moments, each one further solidifying his initial captivated impression.

Fate, or perhaps his own carefully orchestrated movements, had brought them both to the same music show today. Ateez had an early performance slot, and San had been surprisingly subdued throughout their pre-show preparations, his usual playful energy noticeably absent. His mind was elsewhere, a nervous anticipation thrumming beneath his skin. He kept replaying Hongjoong’s teasing words – “Just ask her out already, Romeo” – and a ridiculous scenario where he tripped over his own feet while trying to introduce himself.

He’d subtly inquired about your schedule from one of the staff members he knew, feigning general interest in the lineup. When he learned your dressing room was on the same floor, a few doors down from Ateez’s, a plan began to form – a flimsy, transparent excuse to be in your vicinity. He’d even rehearsed a few potential opening lines in his head, ranging from a simple “Hello” to a more elaborate (and probably disastrous) compliment about your guitar tone.

Now, his heart hammered against his ribs as he stood outside your dressing room, a half-empty water bottle clutched in his hand. He’d “coincidentally” run out of water just as Ateez’s segment wrapped up, and this hallway, he’d reasoned, was the most logical place to find a water dispenser. He leaned against the cool wall, trying to project an air of casual nonchalance, taking slow, deliberate sips. Every distant footstep echoing down the corridor sent a jolt of nervous energy through him. He silently berated himself for his lack of composure. He was Choi San, for crying out loud. He commanded stages filled with roaring fans. Why was this one potential interaction turning him into a stammering mess?

Then, the door to your dressing room opened.

San’s breath hitched. You stepped out, your manager, a slightly harried-looking man in a crisp suit, a few paces behind you, both seemingly engrossed in a quiet conversation. You were dressed in a stylishly understated outfit for your post-performance interviews – dark wash jeans, a slightly oversized band tee, and a delicate silver necklace peeking out from beneath the collar. Your dark hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail that accentuated the sharp angles of your jawline and the delicate curve of your neck. San’s gaze lingered for a fraction too long.

For a split second, your eyes met his. Your expression was neutral, a polite acknowledgment of a familiar face in the industry. But for San, it felt like a spotlight had suddenly illuminated him. He froze, his carefully constructed facade of nonchalance crumbling into a jumbled mess of nerves and a sudden, intense awareness of his own slightly sweaty post-performance state.

He hadn’t planned what to say, hadn’t rehearsed any smooth lines that could possibly convey the impact your performance had had on him. All the witty remarks and carefully crafted compliments he’d mentally conjured vanished from his brain, leaving him with a single, overwhelming thought: it’s really her. Up close, the intensity he’d witnessed on stage was somehow both amplified and softened.

As you drew closer, his throat suddenly felt incredibly dry. He pushed himself off the wall, his legs feeling strangely unsteady, like he’d just finished a particularly grueling choreography session. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a strangled, almost bird-like sound. He winced internally.

“You were…” he finally managed, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, the sound echoing awkwardly in the relatively quiet hallway, and tried again, his gaze fixed somewhere around your shoulder, unable to meet your eyes directly. “You were… amazing. At the Gayo… the guitar part? Insane.” He cringed internally at his utterly inadequate delivery. Insane? Really, San? That’s the best you could come up with?

You stopped walking, a genuine hint of surprise flickering in your dark eyes. You shyly tucked a loose strand of hair that had escaped your ponytail behind your ear, a delicate, almost unconscious gesture that San found inexplicably endearing. A faint blush, barely perceptible, dusted your cheeks. You lowered your gaze slightly.

“Thank you,” you replied softly, your voice even more melodic and nuanced than he’d expected from your powerful yet soft singing voice. “I… I didn’t think anyone noticed. It felt a little… out of place, maybe, amidst all the other amazing performances.” You offered a small, self-deprecating smile.

San’s internal monologue was a chaotic scream of flailing limbs and incoherent noises. She doesn’t think anyone noticed?! It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen! Tell her! Tell her how it made you feel! Tell her you haven’t stopped thinking about it!

But outwardly, he could only manage a slightly wider, albeit still awkward, smile and a more emphatic nod. “Noticed? Are you kidding? It was… captivating. The way you played, the energy… it was completely different. In a really, really good way.” He finally managed to meet your eyes, and the intensity he felt seemed to momentarily surprise you. He quickly looked away again, suddenly feeling like he was staring.

He wanted to say so much more – to tell you how the rawness of your sound had cut through the usual polished perfection, how your confidence with the guitar had been incredibly inspiring, how he’d rewatched your solo countless times. But the words seemed trapped in his throat, choked by a sudden wave of self-consciousness and the unexpected reality of you standing right in front of him.

He offered another small, slightly less awkward smile, hoping it conveyed at least a fraction of the genuine admiration and burgeoning fascination he felt. You returned the smile, a brief, shy curve of your lips that sent another unexpected jolt through him, settling somewhere warm and unfamiliar in his chest.

Then, your manager, who had been patiently observing the exchange, gently placed a hand on your arm. “We should probably get going, Y/N-ah. The interview with Star News is starting soon, and they’re waiting.”

“Right,” you said, nodding apologetically. You offered San another quick, polite nod, your eyes briefly meeting his again with a hint of something he couldn’t quite decipher before continuing down the hallway with your manager.

San watched you walk away, your ponytail swaying gently with each step, his mind still reeling from the brief but impactful interaction. He’d actually spoken to you. He’d sounded like a complete idiot, but he’d spoken to you. He replayed the exchange in his head, dissecting every word, every glance, the shy tuck of your hair, the soft melody of your voice.

He took a long, shaky gulp of water, the coolness doing little to quell the heat rising in his cheeks. He leaned back against the wall again, a goofy, starstruck grin slowly spreading across his face. Choi San, the charismatic performer known for his powerful stage presence and confident charm, was officially a flustered mess. And he had a distinct feeling that this brief backstage run-in was just the beginning of a much more complicated – and potentially exhilarating – chapter.

The weeks that followed the music show took on a surreal quality for both you and San. For you, the unexpected compliment from a senior idol, especially one as charismatic as San of Ateez, had been a pleasant surprise. You’d replayed the brief interaction in your mind a few times, a faint warmth spreading through you at the memory of his earnest, if slightly stammering, praise. You’d even found yourself looking up Ateez’s performances afterwards, a newfound curiosity piqued by his intense stage presence and the powerful dynamic of his group.

Then, the “bump-ins” began.

It started subtly. At the company cafeteria, you’d be mid-bite into your kimbap when you’d glance up to find Ateez at a nearby table, their usual boisterous energy filling the space. More often than not, your eyes would meet San’s, and he’d offer a quick, friendly smile, sometimes accompanied by a small wave. You’d offer a shy nod in return, a blush creeping up your neck.

At music show waiting rooms, their paths seemed to intersect with increasing frequency. He’d always find a reason to approach – a casual “Hey, Y/N-ssi, your performance today was great,” or a lighthearted comment about the chaos backstage. Once, he’d even complimented the unique design on your guitar strap, sparking a brief, slightly awkward but undeniably pleasant conversation about your musical influences.

You tried to rationalize it as coincidence, the inevitable overlap of schedules in the relatively small and interconnected idol world. But a persistent feeling, a delicate dance of anticipation and nervousness, began to bloom in your chest. Every time his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled at you, a little spark ignited within you.

You found yourself paying more attention to your appearance on days you knew Ateez would be at the same events, and a nervous flutter would erupt in your stomach whenever you heard their distinct laughter echoing down the hallway.

San, on his end, was far from relying on mere chance. He’d become a surprisingly adept strategist, his internal radar constantly pinging for any sign of your presence. He’d casually inquire about your schedule from friendly staff members, linger a little longer near common areas he knew you sometimes frequented, like the practice room hallways or the studio lounges, and even subtly enlist the help of Wooyoung and Seonghwa to “casually” scout ahead.

His members, initially amused by his sudden, laser-like focus, were now exchanging knowing glances and offering increasingly unsubtle teases. “Looking for your sunshine again, San-ah?” Hongjoong had quipped one afternoon, earning him a playful shove.

Then came the official announcement that sent a genuine tremor of excitement through the industry: a special collaboration stage for the upcoming Golden Disc Awards. And your name was listed alongside Ateez. Specifically, the press release detailed a duet and a joint performance piece that would culminate in a powerful instrumental break featuring your guitar playing alongside Ateez’s signature dynamic energy. And the duet partner? Choi San.

A wave of surprise, quickly followed by a surge of nervous excitement that made your palms sweat, washed over you when your manager relayed the news. A collaboration with a group as globally recognized and incredibly talented as Ateez was a monumental opportunity, a chance to reach a wider audience. But the thought of working so intimately with San, the idol who had sparked this unexpected and rather persistent flutter in your heart, sent a different kind of thrill, a more personal and slightly dizzying sensation, through you.

Rehearsals began a week later, a whirlwind of choreography practices with Ateez’s formidable dance line, vocal run-throughs where your voices surprisingly blended with a unique harmony, and meticulous stage blocking sessions. The song was a powerful, emotionally charged ballad that built to an explosive instrumental bridge, perfectly designed to showcase both Ateez’s dramatic performance skills and your raw, emotive guitar prowess.

During these rehearsals, San’s attention was often, though not always overtly, fixed on you. It wasn’t the intense, unwavering gaze from the Gayo stage, but a softer, more curious observation. When you were carefully tuning Shadow before a run-through, the delicate movements of your fingers across the fretboard seemed to captivate him.

He’d lean against the wall, his usual playful banter momentarily silenced, his eyes following your every adjustment. Once, he’d even asked, his voice genuinely curious, “What tuning are you using for this song? It sounds… different.” You’d explained the drop-D tuning and how it lent a heavier feel to the lower register, and he’d listened intently, nodding thoughtfully.

Between takes, as you’d often hum the melody to yourself, lost in the intricacies of the arrangement, his gaze would linger on you, a soft, almost fond smile playing on his lips. Sometimes, he’d even hum along quietly, and you’d catch his eye, a shared moment of musical connection passing between you.

From his perspective, every small detail about you seemed to be etching itself into his memory. The way your brow would furrow in intense concentration as you worked out a particularly complex chord progression, the way you’d tap your foot rhythmically even when you weren’t playing, the small, almost imperceptible sigh you’d let out after a particularly demanding vocal section.

Even the subtle scent that seemed to perpetually surround you – a delicate blend of warm vanilla and a bright, refreshing citrus – became a comforting and uniquely yours sensory detail that he’d subconsciously started to associate with moments of quiet focus and unexpected smiles.

He started calling you “sunshine.” It began innocently enough, a casual remark during a particularly grueling rehearsal when you’d offered a quiet but encouraging word to a visibly tired Wooyoung. “You’re like sunshine, Y/N -ssi,” he’d said with a genuine smile, and the nickname had stuck.

He used it sparingly, mostly during lighter moments or when he wanted to offer encouragement. But the way your cheeks would instantly flush a delicate pink every time the nickname escaped his lips, the way your gaze would momentarily soften and then quickly dart away, told him it had a deeper, more personal impact.

You tried your best to maintain your professional composure, focusing intently on the intricate vocal harmonies you shared with San and the precise timing required for your guitar solo within Ateez’s powerful choreography. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the warmth that spread through you every time San’s gaze lingered a little too long, or the way your heart did a little flip-flop whenever he offered you a genuine, encouraging smile, often accompanied by that endearing nickname.

His presence was a constant, gentle distraction, a warm current that made it harder to maintain your focus but also made the often-stressful rehearsal process feel surprisingly lighter, filled with stolen glances and unspoken understandings.

The tension between you was building, an invisible thread stretching taut with each shared rehearsal and fleeting interaction. It wasn’t just the pressure of the highly anticipated Golden Disc performance; it was the undeniable pull of mutual attraction, a silent conversation conducted through lingering glances, shy smiles, and the shared language of music.

You both knew something was subtly shifting, a delicate connection forming beneath the surface of polite professional interactions. The Golden Disc stage was looming, and with it, the tantalizing promise of a closer collaboration, and perhaps, something significantly more.

The exchange of phone numbers had been a purely practical affair, orchestrated with the efficiency of a military operation by your respective managers under the guise of “seamless rehearsal coordination” for the Golden Disc collaboration. Your contact list now held a new, somewhat official-sounding entry: “San (Ateez) 🎤.” You’d sent a polite introductory text confirming your number, a brief “Hi San-ssi, it’s Y/N. Got your number,” and he’d replied with a simple but friendly, “Got it! Looking forward to working with you, Y/N-ssi :)”. The initial exchange felt formal, almost anticlimactic, leaving you wondering if that would be the extent of your direct communication outside of rehearsals.

However, as the intense rehearsal schedule for the Golden Disc Awards kicked into high gear, the need for direct communication occasionally and organically arose. A last-minute change in the choreography blocking that affected your stage positioning, a question from San about the specific tone you were aiming for during the instrumental break, a quick confirmation needed on shared wardrobe elements to ensure visual harmony on stage.

These exchanges were usually brief and strictly professional, yet each notification that popped up on your screen displaying San’s name still elicited a subtle, almost involuntary quickening of your pulse, a tiny flutter of anticipation that you tried to suppress.

Then came the night after a particularly grueling full dress rehearsal that had stretched late into the evening. You were finally back in the quiet solitude of your dorm room, the distant hum of the city lights painting faint, blurry streaks across your ceiling.

Your body ached in places you didn’t even know existed, your mind still buzzing with the complex choreography, the intricate vocal harmonies you shared with San, and the soaring melody of the collaboration song that had been looping in your head for hours. You’d changed into comfortable pajamas and were mindlessly scrolling through social media on your phone, a familiar and usually effective way to unwind before sleep claimed you, when your phone vibrated with a new message.

The contact name displayed brightly on your screen read “San (Ateez) 🎤.” Your thumb hovered over the notification for a long moment, a strange and unfamiliar mix of anticipation, nervousness, and a touch of something akin to excitement swirling within you. It was late; you hadn’t expected to hear from him.

San (1:03 am): Were you nervous that night? At the Gayo. You didn’t look it at all. Like you owned that stage from the moment you stepped on it.

A small, genuine smile touched your lips. He was thinking about your debut stage again. It felt like a lifetime ago in the whirlwind of the past few months, yet the memory of the intense spotlight, the roar of the crowd, and the raw, unfiltered energy of your music was still incredibly vivid. You hesitated for a moment before replying, carefully considering your words, unsure of how much vulnerability to reveal.

You (1:04 am): Terrified. Honestly. My palms were sweating so much I thought I might drop Shadow. I just didn’t want to screw up on such a big stage, especially as a relatively new face.

Your reply felt honest, stripped of the cool, composed confidence you consciously projected on stage. You wondered if he’d find it surprising, perhaps even disappointing, that the seemingly fearless guitarist had been battling a storm of nerves underneath.

His response came almost immediately, the speed of it making you smile again.

San (1:04 am): Seriously? You were incredible. You commanded that stage like it was your own. The way you moved, the way you connected with the music… and that guitar solo… still gives me chills every time I watch it. You have such a unique energy.

A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your chest at his words. It was different from the polite, often generic compliments you usually received from industry colleagues. There was a genuine enthusiasm and a keen observation in his message that felt… real and deeply validating.

San (1:05 am): Next time you’re on a big stage like that, I’m cheering for you from the front row. Promise. I’ll even bring a giant banner with your name on it!! :}

Your heart did a little unexpected flutter at that playful promise. A promise from Choi San, delivered in the quiet intimacy of a late-night text message. You typed out a simple “Thank you :]” but deleted it, feeling it was far too inadequate to express the warmth that was blossoming within you.

You (1:06 am): That means a lot, San-ssi. Really. It’s… reassuring to hear that.

The late-night texts slowly but surely became a more regular, almost anticipated occurrence. They were often initiated by San, usually after both of your demanding schedules had finally wound down for the day, when the rest of the bustling idol world seemed to have finally fallen silent.

They talked about everything and nothing – the unique pressures and unexpected joys of being an idol, their individual musical tastes and surprising shared interests in obscure indie artists, funny and sometimes slightly embarrassing anecdotes from their respective days.

You found yourself genuinely looking forward to these digital exchanges, the quiet intimacy of sharing your thoughts and feelings with someone who seemed to genuinely understand the unique and often isolating pressures you faced in the industry.

San was surprisingly easy to talk to, his digital persona mirroring the warm and playful energy he exuded in person, but with an added layer of thoughtful curiosity. His texts were often punctuated with a liberal use of playful emojis and genuine, insightful questions.

He’d delve into your songwriting process, asking about your lyrical inspirations and the emotions you aimed to convey through your music. He even remembered the name of your guitar, Shadow, and would occasionally ask about it, curious about its history and your connection to it.

You found yourself opening up to him in a way you hadn’t with many others in the industry, the relative anonymity and unspoken understanding of the late-night messages creating a safe and comfortable space for vulnerability.

One particularly hectic afternoon, in the midst of a chaotic day of back-to-back schedules that included a radio interview and a photoshoot, your phone buzzed with a picture message from San. Your initial thought was that it was probably another funny meme his members had sent him.

But when you opened it, your breath hitched slightly. It was a selfie of him, looking slightly tired but grinning broadly, his dark hair a little tousled, holding up a piece of slightly crumpled white paper. Scrawled on it in playful, slightly uneven lettering, adorned with a few charmingly crooked doodles, were the words: “Team Y/N”. He’d even drawn a little stick figure playing a guitar next to your name, its shape endearingly lopsided.

A genuine, unguarded smile bloomed on your face, chasing away some of the day’s accumulated stress. You quickly saved the picture to a private album in your gallery, tucking it away amongst your personal photos, a secret little treasure.

Every now and then, when the relentless pressures of the industry felt particularly overwhelming or isolating, you’d find yourself subconsciously scrolling through your gallery and stumbling upon that silly, heartfelt selfie, and a wave of unexpected warmth and quiet support would wash over you, a tangible reminder of the connection you were slowly building. The late-night whispers in the digital darkness were undeniably weaving a delicate but strengthening thread of something special and undeniably personal between you and Choi San.

The Golden Disc Awards ceremony was a blur of flashing lights, roaring applause, and the nervous energy that permeated every corner of the massive venue. Your collaboration stage with Ateez had been a resounding success.

The ballad, initially a gentle blend of your vocals and San’s, had built in intensity, culminating in the powerful instrumental break where your guitar solo intertwined seamlessly with Ateez’s dynamic performance. The crowd had been captivated, a sea of glowing lightsticks swaying in unison.

Backstage, the atmosphere was electric with post-performance adrenaline. You exchanged exhausted but exhilarated smiles with the Ateez members, a sense of shared accomplishment hanging in the air. San’s eyes had met yours a few times amidst the congratulatory chaos, a soft, knowing smile passing between you that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

As the evening progressed, and the awards ceremony moved onto other performances and announcements, the opportunity for a private moment felt increasingly elusive. Yet, a silent understanding seemed to exist between you and San, a shared desire to acknowledge the unspoken feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface of rehearsals and late-night texts.

Finally, during a brief intermission, amidst the flurry of idols heading to the refreshment areas or making quick phone calls, San caught your eye from across the bustling backstage corridor. He offered a subtle nod towards a less-trafficked hallway leading towards the emergency exits, a silent invitation.

Your heart skipped a beat. You made a quick excuse to your manager about needing some fresh air and followed him, your steps light with a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement.

The hallway was dimly lit and blessedly quiet, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos you’d just escaped. San was leaning against the cool wall, his hands tucked into the pockets of his stylish stage jacket. He looked up as you approached, his usual playful energy replaced by a soft, almost vulnerable expression.

A comfortable silence settled between you for a moment, the unspoken tension thick in the air. You fiddled with the hem of your dress, your gaze fixed on the patterned carpet.

“That was… incredible,” you murmured, breaking the silence, the adrenaline of the performance still coursing through you. “Thank you for… for everything during rehearsals. It was amazing working with you all.”

San pushed himself off the wall, taking a step closer. His gaze was intense, focused solely on you. “The pleasure was all ours, Y/N-ah. Your playing… it added a whole other dimension to the song.” He paused, then his voice softened. “But you know… tonight… when we were performing…”

You finally lifted your gaze to meet his, a question in your eyes.

You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, the words feeling both inevitable and terrifying to voice, “You weren’t looking at the audience tonight, San-ssi. Not really. You were looking at me.”

A soft, almost shy smile spread across his face, a smile that reached his eyes and made your heart do that familiar little flip. He took another step closer, closing the remaining distance between you.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice low and husky, his gaze never leaving yours. “Yeah, I was. And you’re right.” He took a deep breath, as if gathering his courage. “That’s… that’s when I knew I was in trouble.”

He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your hand, sending a jolt of electricity through you. He didn’t take your hand fully, but the light touch was enough.

“From the moment I saw you on that Gayo stage,” he continued, his voice earnest and sincere, “there was something… I don’t know. Something about your passion, your talent… it just… it hit me. Hard.” He chuckled softly, a nervous sound. “And then getting to know you during rehearsals, those late-night texts… it just confirmed what I was already starting to feel.”

He finally met your gaze fully, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that mirrored your own. “I… I really like you, [Your Stage Name]-ah. A lot. And I know this is probably crazy, especially with our careers and everything… but I wanted to be honest with you. I want to give this a real shot. If… if you’re okay with it.”

The sincerity in his voice, the gentle touch of his fingers, the vulnerability in his eyes – it all washed over you, confirming the feelings that had been quietly blossoming in your own heart. The late-night conversations, the stolen glances during rehearsals, the unexpected warmth of his attention – it had all pointed to this moment.

A soft smile bloomed on your own lips, mirroring his. You finally laced your fingers through his, your touch tentative but firm.

“San-ssi,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly, “I… I like you too. A lot more than I probably should.” You took a deep breath, your gaze locked with his. “I was… I was falling too.”

A wave of relief washed over his face, his grip on your hand tightening gently. The quiet hallway suddenly felt like the only place in the world, the hushed silence amplifying the unspoken emotions that hung between you. In that dimly lit space, amidst the whirlwind of the idol world, a new chapter had quietly begun.

The initial secrecy of your relationship with San was a fragile, precious thing. It thrived in the quiet moments, in the stolen glances across crowded rooms, and the coded language of late-night texts. Small, tangible tokens of affection became your secret communication.

Notes, folded into impossibly small squares, would appear nestled amongst the strings of Shadow, San’s playful handwriting a stark contrast to the serious intent of his sweet messages. Bubble teas, delivered with a knowing smile by a staff member who’d clearly been briefed, were a small, sweet rebellion against the demands of your schedules. You, in turn, would leave little gifts in Ateez’s studio, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that was growing stronger with each passing day.

But the digital world offered no true sanctuary. The leaked photo, blurry and taken from a distance, was enough to shatter the illusion of privacy. Two figures, walking hand-in-hand under the dim glow of a streetlamp – San’s unmistakable silhouette, your smaller frame – were all it took to ignite the internet.

The explosion was immediate and brutal. Comment sections became battlegrounds, initial curiosity quickly morphing into a torrent of negativity. Accusations of using San for fame were rampant, your talent dismissed, your worth questioned. “She’s just a leech!” one comment screamed. “Riding on Ateez’s success!”

The rigid expectations of idol life fueled the fire. “A rookie dating? Unbelievable!” another user fumed. “She should be focused on her career, not boys!” The attacks grew increasingly personal, descending into cruel insults about your appearance and unfounded rumors about your character. “She’s so plain,” one anonymous commenter sneered. “No wonder she has to cling to someone famous.”

Yet, in the face of this online onslaught, your fans stood firm. They defended your talent, your hard work, your right to a private life. “Leave her alone! She’s an amazing artist!” their voices echoed across the digital space. Surprisingly, a significant number of ATINYs joined their ranks, their support for San extending to his personal happiness. “If San is happy, we should be happy for him,” one ATINY wrote, a sentiment that resonated with many.

Despite this unwavering support, the sheer volume of hate was overwhelming. The negativity seeped into the real world. Your company’s social media was flooded with abusive messages. Your manager’s phone rang non-stop with angry calls.

Then came the chilling delivery. A stark white box. Inside, funeral flowers – white chrysanthemums. A typed note, its words a venomous threat, a stark warning to stay away from San.

The sight of those flowers, a tangible manifestation of such intense hatred, sent a cold wave of fear through you. The joy of your new relationship was instantly poisoned.

San, who had been watching the online storm with growing fury, finally snapped when he learned about the funeral flowers. The image of those stark white blooms, the direct threat against you, ignited a protective rage. He couldn't stand by while you were subjected to such vicious malice.

The playful, loving man you were falling for was momentarily consumed by a fierce, unwavering determination to shield you from the darkness that had descended upon you.

The notification popped up on countless screens simultaneously: “ATEEZ San is live.” Within seconds, the number of viewers skyrocketed. Fans, still reeling from the leaked photo and the ensuing chaos, flooded the chat with questions and worried emojis. San’s lives were usually energetic, filled with playful banter and updates on Ateez’s activities. This felt different.

The camera focused on San’s face, his expression uncharacteristically serious, his eyes holding a raw intensity that made viewers instantly fall silent. He was in what looked like a quiet corner of their dorm, the usual playful clutter noticeably absent. He took a deep breath, his gaze steady and direct.

“Atinys,” he began, his voice lower than usual, carrying a weight that commanded attention. “And… everyone else who is watching.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the unseen viewers. “Over the past few days, there has been a lot of… speculation and negativity online. Regarding the recent photos that were circulated.”

He didn’t name you directly, but everyone knew who he was talking about. The chat, which had been a torrent of messages moments before, slowed to a crawl, a collective holding of breath.

“I usually try to keep my personal life private,” San continued, his voice firm. “But the level of hate and maliciousness that has been directed towards… someone I care deeply about… it cannot be ignored.”

His jaw tightened. “So, I want to be clear about a few things. Firstly, the hateful comments, the personal attacks, the threats… they have gone too far. My company, KQ Entertainment, is already collecting evidence, and if this does not stop immediately, we will be taking strict legal action against those responsible. This is not a request; it is a warning.”

A hush fell over the internet. The mention of legal action, especially from a company known for its protective stance towards its artists, was a serious deterrent.

San’s gaze softened slightly, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. “Secondly,” he continued, his voice dropping a notch, becoming more personal. “I have seen a lot of unfair accusations being thrown around. Especially towards… her.”

He paused again, taking another deep breath. “So, let me be absolutely clear on this. She did not pursue me. She did not initiate anything. If anyone is to blame for… for us… it is me. I was the one who was captivated from the moment I saw her on stage. I was the one who sought her out. She didn’t confess; I did.”

The impact of his words was palpable. The narrative that had been so viciously constructed online, painting you as an opportunistic rookie, crumbled in an instant.

San’s expression hardened again, his eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness. “Finally,” he said, his voice ringing with conviction. “The person you are all attacking… she is not some fantasy you have created in your minds. She is not some character in a story. She is a real person. She has feelings, she has dreams, she has worked incredibly hard to get where she is.”

He looked directly into the camera, his gaze unwavering. “And yes,” he stated, his voice firm and resolute, each word carrying weight. “She is mine.”

The internet seemed to hold its breath. The usual rapid-fire commentary in the live chat was replaced by a stunned silence. San’s raw honesty, his direct address of the hate, and his unequivocal declaration had landed like a shockwave.

Slowly, tentatively, the tide began to turn. The sheer force of his statement, coupled with the explicit threat of legal action, had a chilling effect. The most vicious hate comments began to subside, replaced by more cautious and uncertain messages. The fear of facing legal repercussions started to outweigh the anonymity and perceived impunity of online hate.

The narrative had shifted, propelled by San’s unwavering defense of the person he loved. The silence on the internet was heavy, pregnant with the aftermath of his words, and the dawning realization that they had crossed a line they might now have to answer for.

The moment San ended the live stream, the adrenaline that had coursed through him began to recede, leaving behind a raw ache of anxiety. Had he said too much? Had he made things worse for you? The uncertainty gnawed at him as he practically sprinted out of the dorm, his members watching with a mixture of concern and understanding. He didn't offer any explanations, his only focus was getting to you.

The drive to your dorm felt like an eternity. Every red light, every slow-moving car, amplified his fear. He imagined you alone, facing the fallout of the scandal, the weight of the hate, and now, the potential repercussions of his public declaration. He cursed himself for not being there sooner, for not being able to shield you from any of it.

Finally, he reached your building, his heart pounding in his chest. He practically flew up the stairs to your floor, his knuckles rapping urgently against your door. Every second felt like a lifetime.

The door creaked open, and there you stood. Your eyes were red-rimmed, and your face was pale, but the sight of him seemed to bring a flicker of relief. Before either of you could speak, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you with a fierce protectiveness. He held you so close he could feel the tremor that ran through your body.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so, so sorry for all of this.”

You clung to him, burying your face in his chest, the familiar scent of his cologne a small anchor in the storm of your emotions. Your own voice was muffled against his jacket as you finally spoke.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, San-ah,” you whispered, your words catching on a sob. “You… you didn’t cause this.”

The dam of your carefully held emotions finally broke. Tears streamed down your face, hot and heavy against his shirt. The fear, the anger, the exhaustion of the past few days – it all poured out in a torrent of silent weeping.

He held you tighter, his hand stroking your hair soothingly. He didn’t try to stop your tears; he simply held you, offering a silent reassurance, a solid presence in your moment of vulnerability. He knew words were inadequate. What you needed was comfort, understanding, and the knowledge that you weren't alone.

He held you like that for a long time, until your sobs gradually subsided, leaving behind a quiet hiccuping. He gently pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own filled with a deep tenderness. He brushed a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

“Are you… are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

You managed a small, shaky nod. “Just… scared.”

“I know,” he whispered, pulling you back into his embrace. “I know. But I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

He stayed with you that night. You didn’t talk much, the silence filled with a comfortable understanding, a shared exhaustion. He held you close on your small couch, his presence a warm and reassuring weight. Sleep eventually claimed you both, a fragile peace found in each other’s arms amidst the wreckage of the scandal.

The aftermath of San’s live stream was a strange mix of relief and lingering tension. The most vitriolic hate comments online did indeed slow down, replaced by a hesitant uncertainty. The fear of legal action had cast a pall over the most aggressive antis. However, the underlying prejudice and negativity hadn’t vanished entirely.

In the days and weeks that followed, healing became a slow, deliberate process. You leaned on each other, finding strength in your shared experience. San was a constant source of support, his presence a quiet reassurance that helped to soothe your frayed nerves. You talked, tentatively at first, then more openly, sharing your fears and anxieties. He listened without judgment, offering comfort and unwavering support.

Your company, emboldened by San’s public stance and the threat of legal action, stepped up their efforts to protect you, increasing security and actively pursuing legal avenues against the most egregious offenders. The storm hadn't completely passed, but the intensity had lessened, a fragile calm beginning to settle in its wake. The healing had begun, nurtured by the quiet strength of your connection.

Eleven months. The memory of the scandal’s harsh glare had begun to soften around the edges, like a photograph left in the sun. In its place bloomed a quiet resilience, a steadfast focus on the music that truly defined you. The songs you’d poured your heart into during those months of healing, each note and lyric a testament to your journey, were finally seeing the light.

Your new album, a collection of melodies that whispered of romance and longing, resonated with a global audience in a way that surpassed all expectations. The vulnerability and emotions in your voice, the delicate arrangements, the raw honesty of your lyrics – they spoke a universal language of the heart. Fans, who had witnessed the subtle shifts in your music and your demeanor, intuitively understood the quiet inspiration woven into each track.

You watched, a profound sense of gratitude washing over you, as your album soared up international charts, your name now synonymous with a unique blend of idol charm and genuine musical artistry. The label of “rookie guitarist” had faded, replaced by the recognition of a rising star, your music captivating hearts across continents.

Throughout this whirlwind of success, San remained your unwavering anchor, your most enthusiastic supporter. His encouragement was a constant, a quiet strength that buoyed you through every demanding schedule and nerve-wracking performance. He’d be the first to text after a show, his messages a flurry of emojis and heartfelt praise. The Ateez dorm often echoed with your new tracks, his members offering good-natured teases while secretly humming along to the catchy melodies.

And when your solo concerts began, San made sure he was there. He’d often slip into the venue unnoticed, a face in the crowd, his gaze never leaving you as you commanded the stage. From the shadows, his phone would capture fleeting moments – the intense concentration etched on your face during a complex guitar solo, the radiant smile that bloomed when the audience sang your lyrics back to you, the sheer joy that radiated from you as you connected with your fans through your music. His phone gallery became a secret testament to your talent and the pride he felt.

One night, after an electrifying concert in Las Vegas, the energy between you and the roaring audience a tangible force, San felt an overwhelming wave of love and admiration. He wanted the world to know the depth of his feelings, the sheer luck he felt in having you in his life.

Back in his hotel room, the glittering cityscape spread out before him, he scrolled through the candid shots he’d taken that night. He selected a few that truly captured your essence – the focused intensity in your eyes as you played, the pure joy in your laughter as you interacted with the crowd, your silhouette a powerful presence against the vibrant stage lights.

He opened his public Instagram account, his thumb hovering over the share button. He wanted to express his feelings honestly, openly, for all to see. Finally, he typed a caption, his heart laid bare:

“Watching you shine so brightly tonight, Y/N, fills me with a happiness I can barely describe. Your talent is breathtaking, your passion is infectious, and the way you connect with everyone who hears your music is truly magical. I feel incredibly lucky, every single day, to have you in my life. You inspire me endlessly. ❤️🎸”

He attached the soft, candid photos, a public declaration of his love and admiration. The post went live, and the internet responded with an outpouring of warmth and support. Fans, who had long sensed the depth of your connection, were touched by his heartfelt words and the genuine pride that shone through.

The image of the charismatic idol so openly celebrating his partner resonated deeply, solidifying their perception of your relationship as a source of strength and inspiration. The rise of your star was no longer just your own triumph; it was a shared journey, a testament to the enduring power of love that had weathered the storm and now shone brightly for the world to witness.

The relentless pace of idol life often blurred into a continuous cycle of performances, recordings, and travel. But tucked away in the quiet corners of their shared apartment, a haven carved out amidst the chaos, existed a different reality – a space where the bright lights faded and the masks came off.

Tonight was one of those nights. You were curled up on the plush couch, a worn paperback novel open in your lap, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp. San’s oversized hoodie swallowed your small frame, the sleeves pulled down over your hands. Your hair was piled messily on top of your head, secured with a stray hair tie, and your glasses rested on the bridge of your nose, your makeup-free skin looking soft and natural. You were completely absorbed in your book, oblivious to the world outside and the adoring gaze fixed upon you.

San, who had been quietly tinkering with some music equipment across the room, paused, his eyes drawn to the picture of domestic bliss you presented. A soft smile touched his lips. He reached for his phone, snapping a quick, candid photo of you, your brow furrowed in concentration as you turned a page.

Without a word, he opened his phone settings and set the photo as his wallpaper, a private reminder of the quiet joy you brought to his life. You remained engrossed in your book, completely unaware of his silent adoration and the new image gracing his phone screen.

A mischievous glint suddenly sparked in San’s eyes. He moved silently towards the couch, a playful grin spreading across his face. In one swift motion, he scooped you up in his arms, lifting you with surprising ease.

“San!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening in surprise as you were suddenly airborne. The book tumbled to the floor, landing with a soft thud.

He carried you the few steps to the bedroom, his grin widening with each flustered protest you made. “Operation: Relocate the Bookworm!” he declared in a mock-heroic voice. With a playful grunt, he gently tossed you onto the soft mattress.

You landed with a soft bounce, your glasses askew, your heart hammering in your chest. You stared up at him, wide-eyed and breathless. “Oh my god, San, I’m a virgin I don’t think you’ll fit—”

San froze mid-chuckle, his playful expression instantly morphing into one of utter shock. He stood there, a statue of bewildered surprise, his mouth slightly agape, his eyebrows practically reaching his hairline.

A beat of stunned silence hung in the air, broken only by your slightly panicked breathing. Then, a slow dawning of realization crossed San’s face, followed by a flicker of something akin to amusement struggling to break through the surprise.

“…I was trying to cuddle?” he finally managed, his voice a hesitant whisper, a bewildered question mark hanging in the air. He even gestured vaguely with his hands, as if demonstrating the concept of a platonic embrace.

Another beat of silence. Your eyes widened further, the color rising in your cheeks as the full implication of your utterly mortifying statement hit you. You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing the floor would swallow you whole.

San’s eyebrows shot up even higher. “…Wait,” he said slowly, his gaze searching yours with a mixture of disbelief and dawning understanding. “You’ve never—?” He trailed off, a slow, knowing smile starting to play on his lips.

Your face flushed a deep, uncontrollable crimson. You became a flustered mess of tangled limbs and stammered denials. “NO! I mean… I’m waiting… I—ugh! This is so unbelievably embarrassing! Can we just… can we just forget I said anything?” You buried your face in the pillows, mortified beyond words.

A soft chuckle rumbled in San’s chest, a sound that held genuine amusement but also a surprising tenderness. He gently sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to carefully pull you into his arms. You kept your face hidden, your cheeks burning like twin embers.

“Hey, sunshine,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing against your temple. “It’s okay. Really. There’s absolutely no pressure, no expectations. You take all the time you need, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” He held you close, his arms a comforting and reassuring embrace. He kissed your temple again, a lingering, tender gesture.

A playful smirk tugged at his lips, and a mischievous glint returned to his eyes. “But,” he whispered, his voice laced with amusement, “I am definitely teasing you about this forever. You know that, right? Like, for the rest of our lives.”

You groaned into his chest, but a small, reluctant smile finally broke through your embarrassment. “Oh, you wouldn’t dare,” you mumbled, though the lack of conviction in your voice betrayed you.

“Oh, I would dare,” he said, his chuckle deepening. “In fact, I’m already planning the anniversary celebrations for ‘The Night Sunshine Thought I Wouldn’t Fit.’” He punctuated his words with a playful squeeze.

You swatted playfully at his arm, your face still buried in his chest. “It’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny,” he countered, his voice full of mirth. “Especially the look on your face. Priceless. I should have taken a picture.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe I still can? For posterity?” He made a mock attempt to reach for his phone.

You tightened your grip on his hoodie. “Don’t you even think about it, Choi San.”

He laughed, a warm, genuine sound that filled the room. “Alright, alright. My lips are sealed… for now. But just so you know, the next time we’re cuddling, and you look even remotely tense…” He trailed off suggestively, raising a playful eyebrow.

You playfully punched his arm again, a giggle escaping despite your lingering embarrassment. “You are the worst.”

“The worst… but you love me,” he finished, nuzzling his face into your hair.

You sighed contentedly, the warmth of his embrace chasing away the last vestiges of your mortification. “Unfortunately,” you mumbled into his chest.

“See? Admitted it,” he teased triumphantly. “Now, about that book you were reading… maybe we can cuddle and just read?” He emphasized the word “just” with a playful wink that you couldn’t see but could definitely feel in his tone.

You finally lifted your head, a genuine smile gracing your lips. “Maybe,” you said, leaning into him. “But if you even think about bringing up the ‘fitting’ thing again…”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Wouldn’t dream of it… for at least five minutes.”

You rolled your eyes, but the laughter bubbling in your chest was a testament to the comfortable, playful love that defined your quiet moments together, even the hilariously awkward ones. In the safe haven of their shared home, amidst the endless teasing and the deep, unwavering affection, their unique and tender story continued to unfold, one laugh, one cuddle, and one mortifyingly iconic misunderstanding at a time.

-- The end <33

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