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just play along

pairing : choi san x fem!reader

warnings : creepy guy follows reader, mention of a knife, pet names (babe, love), let me know if i missed anything!

word count : 1182

author's note : first writing post yall 🫣

by the time you finally step outside of the quiet twenty-four-hour cafe, it’s 10:23 pm and the sun had set hours ago. you mumble curses to yourself for forgetting your charger at home, throwing your now dead phone somewhere into your bag. 

you look up to the dark sky and sigh. before worry could cloud your thoughts, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, letting the cool night air run over your face before opening your eyes. my apartment is barely even a thirty-minute walk from here, you attempt to reassure yourself, i’ll be fine. 

quickly, you find yourself proven wrong. not even five minutes into your trek back home, you notice a looming figure behind you. not wanting to assume the worst, you keep walking, hoping they’ll leave soon. however, after the third left turn that they take along with you, you’re able to discern that this isn’t just some person on their way home, they’re following you.  

you take a quick glance behind you, attempting to remain calm and nonchalant as you try to get a feel for your stalker. your heart sinks as you take in the man’s tall and broad form. you snap your head forward and contemplate running, eventually deciding to try and play it cool, or at least as cool as possible. 

you speed up your steps a little and listen in terror as the footsteps behind you begin speeding up as well. panic washes over you as you take in the empty streets around you. there’d be no one around to help you if his man caught up with you, you realize. you don’t even have mace or a pocket knife with you. despite all the advice you’d been given to never leave home without some sort of weapon, especially when out after dark, you hadn’t expected your study session to run for so long. 

in a moment of clarity, you decide that you don’t want to lead this guy back to your apartment, so you take a few extra turns to ensure that he doesn't find out where you live. just as soon as you’re about to start re-debating whether or not you should start sprinting, a neon sign across the street from you catches your attention. a-z convenience, it reads. relief floods through your veins, momentarily pushing the panic out of the way as you veer into the street to cross it. 

the bell of the door jingles lightly as you push it open, quietly responding to the half-hearted greeting the young cashier gives you. you make your way down a random aisle, hoping to gain a few moments to catch your breath when you hear the door ding open again not even thirty seconds after. you take a look back to the front counter, and seeing the cashier pay more attention to the phone in front of him than anything else, you quickly decide that he wouldn’t be much help and push deeper into the store to find someone else. 

you almost miss the man in the candy aisle with the way you’re speeding through the rows. you let out an audible sigh when you set eyes upon a tall man in sweatpants and a t-shirt. you can see his well-defined arm muscles pretty clearly from where you are, and you determine that he’d be perect to shake off your stalker. as you make you way up to him, you pray silently to whoever’s listening that he isn’t a dick and will help you out.

you take one last deep breath before directing your voice to the man who’d been comparing the same two candies since you fist saw him.

“there you are babe, i was looking all over for you.” you let a calm smile slip over your face as you hook your arm with his, looking up at his face. you briefly notice how attractive he is before shaking away your thoughts and lowering your voice into a hushed whisper for only him to hear, “just play along,” you request. 

he seems to understand your situation immediately, falling perfectly into his newfound role. the surprise on his face quickly flits away as he responds, “i’m sorry, love. just let me buy these and we can be on our way.” he puts both packages into his shopping basket and starts to lead the two of you out of the aisle, keeping your arm tightly locked with his. 

as you make your way to the cashier, he leans down to your ear, keeping his tone hushed, and asks, “are you alright, miss?”

you quickly nod and whisper back, “some guy was following me home and i just needed someone to get him to leave me alone.” he nods in understanding and quietly introduces himself as san, reaching the counter and setting his basket atop it. the cashier begins ringing him up, and as you’re about to give him your name, the same man who’d been following you steps out from an aisle, random bag of chips in hand, and steps into line behind you. 

it’s not hard for san to notice your discomfort as the man waits in the line behind you, and he easily assumes that this is the man who was following you. so once the cashier is finished scanning all of his items, san takes his bag and utters a “have a good night” before unhooking his arm from yours and laying it over your shoulders, sending a dark glare to your pursuer. he leads the two of you out of the store and towards his car.

“would it be okay if i give you a ride home?” he asks once you reach the vehicle.

“please, if you don’t mind. my name is y/n by the way,” you reply. as he opens the passenger door, san smiles at you and you feel your face getting hot. you had noticed his beauty inside the convenience store, but that hadn’t been your main focus at the time. now that you were able to really look at his features, you noticed that he had a very nice smile, and you were glad it was diected at you.

“what a pretty name. it suits you,” he tells you. you’re hardly able to get out a thank you as you get into his car. he closes the door and makes his way around the front and into the driver’s seat. he starts the car and leaves the small parking lot of the shop, offering a charger for the phone he had (correctly) assumed was dead. after plugging in your phone, you allow yourself to relax in the seat, shoulders slumpng tiredly as the days events catch up to you.

the ride to your apartment is quick, and when san pulls in front of your building, you look at him with a smile. “would you mind giving me your number so that i can take you for lunch as a proper thank you?”

he beams at the question and once again you feel your stomach begin doing flips. 

“i’d like that.”

author's note : literally bully me in the comments if this was bad you guys 🚶🏾‼️