Woosan - Tumblr Posts

atzsource’s atinyblr revival event ✰:

week one: cute bias moment or sexy bias moment

[240523] SAN and WOOYOUNG for Vogue Korea

Trouble

A/N: This the small piece for the Wooyoung Bullet Point thing i made a little while back! I finally got it done and now you get it~

~~~~~~~~~~~

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader ft. San

Warnings: meandom!wooyoung, slapping (thigh and face), degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie technically, protected sex (good job), big dick!woosan, restraints, slightly sub!sannie, exhibitionism.

The goal, for once, was not to piss off Wooyoung. Quite the opposite. All you wanted was a little bit of attention from him instead of having it all focused on the damn soccer game that Jongho had put on. It had started off slow that he had no idea it was even happening. Seeing you a little more slung over San than usual, your close relationship was nothing new to him because he was around the man so much himself. A few deliberate hand placements on the muscles of his arm when he made a dumb joke. It was harmless. At least to you. 

As soon as Wooyoung picked up on it, he was on his own plan. You wanted to be a brat and pretend to be more interested in his best friend than him? Your boyfriend? He could play at that game too. He ignored your attempts for his attention, your attitude growing bolder as you noticed Wooyoung not even sparing you a glance, a haughty smirk on his lips as he laughed with Jongho and Yeosang. Your actions towards San got more blatant, a blush covering the boys cheeks as you leaned against him, pressing your tits into his arm. Laughing louder at his jokes, swiping a drop of mayo from his lips when it spills out of the slider. Wooyoung was glancing your way more now, your eyes meeting a few times as his progressively held more danger. 

You knew you were in for it now but you were so far into your plan, you couldn't just back out of it and admit defeat. So you went in harder. Bumping your arm a little too hard into San to spill your drink all over his white shirt, your eyes going wide as you gasped and grabbed for napkins to dab at his shirt while you ran your hands across his broad chest. San muttered something under his breath and shook you off with a sheepish smile, telling you he could borrow a shirt from one of the boys as he scurried away. 

You huffed lightly, calling out another apology and turning to look at your boyfriend. His eyebrow was raised, hands folded neatly on his knee as he watched you. The look in his eye was past danger now. You were royally fucked. That didn’t stop you from continuing your antics the next week when you and your boyfriend invited San out to the mall for a day of shopping.

It had started slowly as it had the previous week. Small brushes of your hand against San’s ass, brushing your tits against him blatantly when Wooyoung was looking into a window display. Little did you know, Wooyoung knew what you were doing. He saw you in that same window display reflection brushing against his best friend. He saw it all and took note of it all, a smirk resting on his pretty lips while you flirted with San to get under his skin. 

He couldn’t say it wasn’t working, but it wasn’t working as well as you had hoped. You picked up on that fact slowly, building your tactics to make San flustered and your boyfriend mad. Your opportunity came in two forms. One of ketchup clinging desperately to San’s lower lip. You peeked a glance at Wooyoung, seeing him focused on his own hamburger, you took the chance.

“Ahh Sannie you made a mess!”, you cooed, seeing Wooyoung snap his head to you just as you reached across the table to swipe the offending condiment from his plush lip. 

Sitting back casually, you made eye contact with Wooyoung, his eyes holding a promise. You giggled at him and watched his eyes narrow, your finger quickly raising to your lips to suck the ketchup off of it. A throat clearing interrupted you, your eyes trailing over to the man across from you. Scanning the blush on Sans cheeks, you smiled happily, Wooyoung's hand finding a place on your thigh to squeeze it harshly. Your smile dropped enough for it to be casual, the hand on your thigh relaxing but staying in place as conversation picked up about one store or another. 

Your next opportunity came when you saw someone with the coolest jacket you had ever seen, your eyes lingering on them as they walked long enough for Wooyoung to take notice and follow your line of sight. He scoffed silently, tugging at your jacket to point at a window display with the shiniest dresses you had seen to date. With your attention successfully diverted, Wooyoungs’ hand on your lower back leads you into a separate store. Your thoughts were running wild with how to rile up your boyfriend even further when you realized, scanning through cute cardigans, that your tactics weren’t working properly. You would have to think harder.

You came up blank, your day at the mall going by peacefully until you tripped over your own feet while you were distracted by a window display. Your little trip up sent you face first into Sans solid chest, Wooyoung staring you down darkly as your hands pressed to Sans biceps to push yourself away. 

“I am so sorry Sannie! I don’t know how that happened!”, you sounded panicked, Wooyoungs’ eyes narrowing further.

San waved off your concerns easily, his hands patting your shoulders to console you as Wooyoung stared quietly. You turned to him shortly after, shaking your head, eyes holding a promise it wasn’t purposeful. Wooyoung wasn’t having it, his hand wrapping around yours as he pulls you closer to him.

“Let’s head home. We don’t need to be tripping over anything else.”, he chuckled, patting your head with his free hand.

You and San agreed, weaving through the people to get back out into the parking lot. Finding the car was slightly difficult, the distant beeping of the lock guiding the three of you in different directions until you found it, shouting for the boys as they found each other on the other side of the lot. You laughed at them while they jogged to the car, your face red as they huffed at you. Piling into the car, you started the drive back to the apartment, music blasting through the speakers as you all sang along, San’s dance movements small and precise in the small space. It sent you into a whole new round of laughter when he tried to do a kick jump in his seat. His head smacking the roof of the car with a thunk followed by the combined laughter of Wooyoung and yourself. The pout that graced Sans' pretty lips made you both coo, a blush coating his cheeks as he crossed his arms and stared out the window. 

The drive finished smoothly with some more karaoke after San was done his playful sulking, Wooyoung’s pokes to his side drawing him from it with giggles. Any giggles left you when you met your boyfriends eyes through the rear view mirror, the danger hiding in them setting your body on edge as you huffed a half laugh at something that San said, climbing out of the car with the two bags Wooyoung let you carry. You unlocked the front door quickly, Wooyoung urging you to go faster. Laughing, you opened the door and stepped aside, ushering the boys in. You closed the door behind you once they made it in in one piece. 

“Bags in the kitchen!”, you called after them, their footsteps fading slightly as they made their way to the kitchen.

Following them into the room, you landed a smack on Wooyoung’s ass as he bent over to look for a drink for San. His startled shout made you laugh with San, high-fiving him as you passed him to open a cupboard for a bag of chips to share. San stood awkwardly as you both moved around him, Wooyoung handing you a bowl for the chips after he pulled out the last case of beer he kept for when San was over at your place. 

“What did we decide on again?”, you turned to the boys once you were done emptying the bag into the bowl.

“Uhhh-“, San turned to Wooyoung who was opening three beers.

“Uh…”, he paused, tilting his head as he looked back at you and San, “I think it was The Avengers?”

You and San mirrored an “Ohhhh!” as you remembered the movie choice. Migrating to the living room, you observed the spots left on the couch until Wooyoung was tugging you down onto his lap. You scoffed lightly at his possessive action, San eyeing up the two of you slightly before he shrugged and focused on the screen. The movie went by without fault, snacks being passed around, cuddling into Wooyoung as he rested his chin on your shoulder… it was going so well… until you declared a bathroom break was needed and stood up from Wooyoung’s lap. You stretched with your arms above your head, a large yawn escaping you before you could stop, the boys focused on the exposed skin of your stomach.

One set of eyes leaving to watch the other’s unmoving gaze until he stood, Wooyoung placing a kiss on your head as he ushered you to the kitchen. San followed along blindly, clutching the empty bowl in his hands to drop it in the sink. Silence took over the room until you cleared your throat to interrupt your boyfriends one-sided staring contest with his best friend, slipping past them both when you were suddenly falling into San’s chest for the second time that day, your eyes widening as you pushed away from him quickly, his concern going unnoticed as you faced your boyfriend.

The smirk on his slightly chapped lips and the tsk that left them told you all you needed to know. You shook your head at him slightly and finished your journey to the washroom, doing your business quickly before nearly sprinting out of the door into a solid object. Staring up at Wooyoung, you shook your head again, hands on his chest as he watched you.

“I can’t believe you pushed me into him! It was an accident earlier! I promise-”

“Don’t think I don’t know your little games, pretty girl. I know exactly what you’re trying to get from me.”, he paused to whisper in your ear, sending chills down your spine, “All you had to do was ask.”

You don’t even get the chance to respond before he’s grasping your wrist and dragging you to your shared bedroom, a shout to San to come up in a few minutes following your stumbling steps. An affirmative, though hesitant, response from the boy hit your ears just as Wooyoung shoved you through the door. 

“Wooyo-”

“Wrong.”

“Woo-”

“Try again.”

“Wooyoung I swear to god-”

“Not bad but that was your last chance.”, his hands pushed between your shoulders til you tumbled onto the bed, his hands around your hips flipping you onto your back, “Address me properly or so help me…”

He leaned over you, eyes dark and piercing your soul as you whimpered under his gaze, “You’ll regret ever calling me anything other than Sir.”

You nodded quickly, small apologies tumbling from your lips as he disappeared into the closet, coming out with a locked box that was no longer locked. You realized at this moment you shouldn’t have even tried pleading your case. He wasn’t going to believe you anyways, and trying to bargain worsened your punishment. Seconds later, your hands cuffed to the headboard, Wooyoung back in the closet, San walked through the door. 

“What did you-”, he paused in the doorway, his eyes scanning your prone form and then the room for your boyfriend. 

Not finding him, the man looks at you in confusion, “Y/N? What-?”

You shushed him and beckoned him forwards, eyes desperate until Wooyoung appeared again with a happy look at seeing San. 

“Oh good! You made it just in time!”, the sound of fabric tearing made you wince as San gasped, turning away from your suddenly naked body, “Now now, Sannie. You were just looking at her skin so intently!”

He took measured steps to his best friend, grasping his chin and turning him in your direction as you squirmed against the sheets, “Now take. a. good. look.”

You whimpered at the heat of their gazes on your exposed skin, eyes begging with San until a stern look from Wooyoung had you intently focused on the blankets beneath you. 

“No, no. None of that. You don’t get to look at him. You did that enough today don’t you think? All over him just for my attention.”, he left San’s side to reach into his pocket, pulling out a handful of condoms that sealed your fate for the night, “That didn’t work like you wanted though, huh? Poor dumb little slut doesn’t get what she wants. How disappointing…”

He took a moment to set the condoms beside you mockingly, unbuckling his belt with precise motions that built tension in your core as you watched him, “For you.”

Everything happened in a blur after that. Wooyoungs’ belt being tied around your head, San being positioned in the desk chair at the end of the bed, Wooyoung stripping completely with a smirk on his face as he watches San squirm with his legs crossed. You whimpered around the belt as Wooyoung hovered above you, running his cock along your folds until you moaned with each brush of the head against your sensitive clit. You soon forgot about San with the pleasure clouding your mind, Wooyoung’s breathy groans in your ear ruining any thought of brattiness you had for the moment. Your mind cleared completely as he thrusted into you with one motion, each vein on his cock leaving you whining as you felt them drag against the wet walls of your cunt. Your moans only grew in volume as Wooyoung thrusted into you faster, deeper, reaching depths of you that you felt like only he could. His moans spurred you on to meet his thrusts until his hands slammed down on your hips to keep you still with a low grunt in your ear.

“I would suggest not moving, baby.”

You whined but nodded, drool dripping from around his belt between your teeth, soaking the material and leaving a trail on your skin that Wooyoung gathered with his fingers to bring down to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in fast circles. Your pussy clenching around him sending him to new heights with his best friend watching. You whined even louder, moans cutting off your breaths until you pleaded with Wooyoung through the belt, his raised eyebrow shooting a spark of arousal straight to your clit. The moan you let slip at that point was pornographic, San’s small grunts just reaching your ears as you tugged on the restraints keeping you from touching your boyfriend in the way you wanted. 

“What’s that, pet? You wanna say something?”

You nodded quickly, moving your hips slightly to get him to move faster as he tugged the belt from between your lips.

“Please!”, you panted for breath now that you could take proper ones, “Sannie! Untie-”

The sound registered before the feeling, the stinging of your cheek coinciding with the sound that echoed through the room. 

“What did you just say?”, Wooyoung stopped his thrusts abruptly, “Did my cocksleeve just call out for another man as I was fucking it? Nooo no, I must be mistaken.”

You inhaled sharply as you realized what you said, your lips parting as you started to stutter over your apology. Another slap cut you off, your head facing the wall with the force of it as you clenched around him. 

“I would suggest you repeat yourself right now, love. I don’t want to have to ask twice.”

“I-...I’m-... Sannie-”, you cut yourself off when Wooyoung raised his eyebrow, “I mean… I wasn’t-”

“Spit. It. Out.”, he accentuated each word with a thrust that had you grasping at the restraints around your wrists.

“Sannie! Untie me!”, you gasped out.

The silence in the room was suffocating as Wooyoung pulled out of you quickly, not giving you time to savor the sensations of him in your for the last moments.You whimpered at the emptiness in your core, clenching around nothing as you watched Wooyoung stand, his expression blank. 

“San. Come here.”

San moved quickly, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to follow his best friend's orders. 

“Do you think my little slut deserves to be untied? Just so she can touch me?”, Wooyoung ran his hand along San’s broad chest as he stuttered for an answer, “She called for you, didn’t you hear? She wants your help.”

He pushes him towards the bed, “So help her.”

You share a slightly confused glance with San, watching Wooyoung stare the two of you down until he snapped his finger, making you jump slightly.

“Move faster. She clearly wants your help, Sannie~”

San nodded slowly and reached up to undo your restraints until Wooyoung's hands covered his, “No. Not like that.”

You and San shared properly confused glances now, eyes darting between each other and your boyfriend as he laughed mockingly, “Two dumb little pets. How fun!”

Wooyoung nearly dragged San onto the bed, ripping his clothes as he had yours, making you both gasp as he pushed him down onto you. The only indication of something happening was the slight brush of Wooyoung’s hand across your clit after the crinkling of the condom wrapper ceased. You and San whined in unison as suddenly he was pushing into you, your boyfriend's pretty hand on his hip telling you San wasn’t even in control of the situation. 

“You do know how to fuck, right?”, Wooyoung laughed as San frowned at the jab, his hips suddenly moving into yours much faster and with much more force behind them, “There we go. I knew you could fuck her right~”

You moaned at each thrust, hands grasping at air as Wooyoung laughed at you, landing a slap on your thigh as San fucked you with everything in him. His cock stretched you more than Wooyoungs’ did but you didn’t dare say anything to compliment the man in that moment, instead moaning loudly as you held eye contact with your lover. The smirk on his face and the hand stroking over his cock as he watched you be pounded into the mattress made you whimper, eyes rolling back as you felt San twitch inside you just enough to brush over that special spot. 

“Aweeee.”, Wooyoung cooed at your reaction, “Keep doing that Sannie. She loves it, look at her! Can barely even keep her whore mouth shut.”

“Maybe you should fill it then.”, San spoke up for the first time, shocking both of you until you nodded happily and opened your mouth for Wooyoung to slide into, moans escaping you still. 

“Good boy, Sannie. I knew you would have some great ideas somewhere in there!”, Wooyoung crawled up to kneel by your open mouth, giving you a small moment to savor his taste until he was thrusting into your mouth like he was fucking your pussy. 

San moaned out a small thank you that made Wooyoung laugh until he saw your expression change, San’s moans turning to a higher pitch as you tightened around him with your impending orgasm. 

“Is the poor baby gonna cum around my friends cock? Hm?”, he pulled out from your mouth, leaving your tongue chasing it pathetically as he laughed and leaned down to brush some hair behind your ear, “You don’t get to cum.”

San stopped at those words, pulling his own cock from you with a strangled moan. You whined at the loss of attention, Wooyoung’s look turning dark once more as he sat beside San between your spread legs. 

“You really thought you were going to cum after those little stunts you pulled today? Think again.”, he turned to San, pulling him into a kiss as he pulled the condom from his twitching cock.

You watched silently with pleading eyes as Wooyoung wrapped his hands around himself and San, tugging on their cocks quickly with just enough pressure that made San whine. His eyes met yours, both of you looking fucked out, and he tumbled over the edge, his cum landing in thick ropes over your abused pussy and Wooyoungs’ hand. Your boyfriend moaned at the sight, pushing his cock back into you just as he came, the warmth spreading through your body as you closed your eyes. 

“Gooood fucking girl. Taking my cum like a champ.”, you huffed out a playful breath at his choice of words, your pussy aching for release you knew would never come. 

The feeling of Wooyoung’s lips brushing over your ear startled you, your eyes snapping open to make eye contact with San as the boy flushed prettily at your attention, “Maybe next time, throw yourself on Hongjoong.”

And bonus Woosan cuteness:

San x THANXX jacket shoot

🙃💜🙃💜🙃💜🙃💜 I am mush

Cupid's Arrow - Choi San

Synopsis: You refused to spend another Valentine's Day alone. You have tried online dating, having friends set you up on spontaneous dates, and even made efforts to flirt in public. This year, you were settling for something a bit different - speed-dating.

Pairing: non-idol!Choi San x fem. reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, trying to find love in a major city

Warning: mentions alcohol consumption, slight vulgar language, suggestive sexual activity

Word Count: 3.8k

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"This is.. West 4th-Washington Square. Please stand clear of the opening doors."

Your heart was racing, your body practically trembling as you stared forward. Was this actually going to happen?

Ding

Quickly but carefully, you pushed yourself out of the opening of the subway. You didn't want to get trampled by the crowds of people trying to get in. You've learned better to just move as quickly as possible if you want to make it to your destination on time.

You also learned how easily frustrated people get when they are behind someone who either doesn't know where they are going or is just walking slowly.

Last year, you took the leap of faith and moved to New York City. Like many others, you dreamed of moving to this extravagant place to make a name for yourself. You daydreamed of walking the busy streets and having a cute tiny apartment with a skyline view. You sacrificed that latter wish for an in-unit washer and dryer - a real jackpot find!

While you certainly have made friends in the city, you often find yourself frustrated with the dating department. You have been on several first dates, a few that turned into second and third dates. One or two turned into potential relationships.

Yet, it would quickly fizzle out.

At first, you thought that it was something with you. You tried changing how you approach first dates, how you dress for them - anything that you thought you could be doing wrong was thought over meticulously.

"The problem isn't you," your roommate vowed. Your racing mind was settled by the NYC Dating Queen herself. She has been through the wringer with guys throughout the whole city. "You're in your 20s in New York City," she laughed. "Most guys are thinking with their dick first then their brain. Ever notice how many guys are reaching back out, begging for another chance?"

You slowly nodded your head. "Yeah, which is so annoying because by the time they think straight, I've already moved on."

Maybe you were a bit old-fashioned when it came to love. No, you weren't in the market to settle down quite yet. You wanted to meet someone and take things slow, go on dates, and be exclusive before making that big of a commitment. Getting the conversation out of the dating apps was the first milestone you wanted to achieve.

"Good! Don't give them any type of satisfaction. All of these guys are dates from Tinder?" "Yep," you announced, making sure to pop the 'p' before taking a sip out of your wine glass. "So you're also getting the mix of tourist guys who are just horny and wanting to fuck while visiting the city."

You groaned at the realization, your head leaning back against the arm of the couch. How was she always right about this kind of stuff?

"You deserve to meet your prince charming in another way. Clearly, dating apps are not cutting it." "And going up to a guy at the bar scares me," you confessed before fixing your posture.

The two of you were sitting on the couch. It was a snowy night in the city which caused many of your evening plans to get canceled. The two of you were nestled on the couch, watching a movement on HBO Max with a chilled bottle of red wine. Your other roommate managed to escape the apartment to go on a date tonight. Lucky bitch.

"You know how our lovely roommate is out on a date?"

You nodded again as you looked over, an eyebrow raised. Wherew as this going?

"She only got together with him once she deleted the dating apps and tried something different." And the look on your other roommate's face told you she had something planned for you.

That was how you find your way navigating through the busy streets of Manhattan. You had no idea that speed-dating was so popular, or that it could be successful. Your roommate's current relationship gave you hope that meeting someone this authentically could be the solution to your problems.

Tonight, speed-dating was taking place at a bar in Greenwich Village. You've honestly been trying to come grab brunch here as you were drawn to the aesthetics shown off on social media.

It did bring a smile to your face to see the white-painted door surrounded by vines. Three brick steps led up to the front door. It was like a little escape room all the steel and concrete of the city.

Even though you were ecstatic to be going to this new place, it didn't help your nerves. You were the type of person who loved getting to know someone for sure, but something was intimidating about going on multiple "first dates." You had to put on a good impression for more than an hour.

“Hi, you also hear for the speed dating?” A voice called out from beside you.

You looked over to see the most gorgeous man. He was tall, dressed in a black button up which peaked from the grey winter coat he was wearing. His hair was sleeked back with a few strands framing his forehead. He also wore this soft smile which made your knees weak. He was definitely going to be hot commodity tonight.

You nodded slightly, offering also a gentle smile. “How could you tell?” “Let’s just say I’m hoping to get to know you better tonight,” he said, winking.

It took everything in you not to let your jaw drop. You never met someone who spoke so coolly. He was the total package.

“Come on, let’s get you out of the cold. You’re practically shivering.”

Maybe it was from the chilly evening hair. Or maybe it was your nerves overriding your system. Either way, you were not going to disclose the truth. Not when this gentleman had his hand placed on your lower back to help you inside.

“Already trying to win me over?” You asked teasingly. “How could you tell?” He asked, matching your tone from earlier.

The two of you shared soft laughter as you crossed the threshold into the cocktail bar. There were tables lined up with white linen, a candle in the middle, and a short bouquet of flowers. Frank Sinatra was playing overheard, both screaming New York and romance. The mystery man stood slightly behind you, his hand leaving your back which you already missed.

“Hi! Sorry, we are closed for a private event,” the hostess said. “Oh no, sorry! We are both here for the speed-dating event,” you explained.

The hostess blush lightly from her mistake before nodding her head. “My apologizes, I assumed you two were already a couple since you walked in together. Can I get your name, please?”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at the insinuation. Sure, you guys happened to cross paths with the handsome stranger. Possibilities were endless though!

“Y/f/n y/l/name” “Great! All checked in. Here is your number ticket that indicates your table. And here is two drink tickets for the evening.”

You nodded, saying a quick “thank you.” You took the tickets before putting your phone in your purse. It bought you enough time to overhear the stranger behind you and gain some pieces of his identity.

“And your name, sir?” “Choi San.”

You smiled to yourself once you got his name. Choi San.

Not wanting to linger anymore, you began making your way to the long row of tables. Each table had a heart laminated and taped to the table. They were numbered 1-16. Glancing down at your ticket, you saw you were placed at number 7, your own lucky number.

More people were beginning to file into the establishment. However, you were trying your best not to scope out too much. You wanted to go into this open-minded, wanting to take in the experience while remaining open to the potential of finding a new connection. It didn’t help that your mind was already infiltrated with a man named Choi San.

“Looks like I’ll have to wait a little bit to get to know you, pretty girl,” San said.

He winked at you as he passed by your table, heading towards Table 8. Looks like you’ll be ending your night on a high note if he would be your last encounter of the night. You watched him for a moment. He sat on the opposite side of you, giving an indicator that the men will either be transitioning or the females will.

Feeling your eyes on him, he looked over at you too quickly for your liking. It didn’t give you enough of a chance to glance away. Your cheeks were also a key indicator what you had been up to, which weren’t really concealed despite the dimmed lighting. He chuckled lightly underneath his breath before he got to work at shrugging off his jacket.

You couldn’t pull your eyes away when his jacket off did in fact confirm the black button up he was wearing. What kept your attention was the way his fingers got to work unbuttoning the top 2, revealing his golden chest underneath. You wanted to be respectful, but you couldn’t help but slightly gawk at the man adjacent from you.

“Keep your eyes on me, angel. I’ll be coming for you.”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Welcome ladies and gentleman to our fifth annual Cupid's Speeding Dating! Here is how it's going to go. Men are going to move to the left, switching the seat to chat with a new woman. You will have five minutes to make your best first impression."

Your eyes shifted over towards San, seeing that he would be moving further away from you at first. However, that just means you get to be the last person he talks to tonight.

"You know, there are a lot of things I can do in 5 minutes." You were interrupted by your internal thoughts by the man across from you. Your nose scrunched up as you understand quickly what he was suggesting.

"Please do not exchange numbers or socials until the next of the event. We want to make sure you are investing more into your conversations."

The guy across from you smirked again, winking. Ugh! Does this guy really think he has a chance?

You leaned back into the seat, wanting to create distance from you and your first date of the evening. You weren't much of a person to fixate on appearances. I mean, the guy was quite attractive. Yet, the moment he opened his mouth, all possible attraction flew out the door. It honestly just made you yearn more for San.

Noticing movement out of his peripheral, San glanced over. He flashed you a smile before going to pay attention to his current date. Sure, he knew he was most excited to talk to you, but he also didn't want to be rude. He just couldn't help but glance over to make sure you were okay.

"You can begin!" The host said excitedly.

Soon, the cocktail bar was filled with chatter. You decided to take a sip of water to ease your nerves, but also try to come up with a conversation to have with this guy. You were forced to be sat at the same time for the next five minutes anyways.

"So, what's your favorite position?"

This might possibly be the longest five minutes of your life.

Luckily, the guy talked more about himself which helped time run out. He was leaning across the table, as if he was trying to look down the top of your dress which caused you to only lean back into the wooden back of the chair. You also were silently thankful when the waitress brought over your first drink of the evening.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

"Okay, gentleman, please move one to your left."

The guy across from you let out a groan before pushing himself up. "I'll catch you after tonight," the guy said, winking. "Maybe we can go home together. Or slip into the bathroom for a little fun." You didn't even catch his name nor did you want to.

"It was nice chatting with you," San said next to you. "Good luck this evening!" There is an example of a gentleman.

As he got up to head to the next table, he smiled once more at the girl he was first chatting to. He also took a moment to glance at you, smiling a bit brighter. You felt as if you were going to melt in your seat. You just had to wait 14 more rounds before you got to be alone with San.

The second quickly blended itself until the 10th round. Sure, you loved chatting with the guys, and you could see yourself potentially going on a real first date with one or two. However, the whole time, you kept glancing over at San.

It would cause a twitch in your heart when he laughed at another girl's joke. The further he separated from you, the less you noticed his eyes finding yours. The reality that he could be more interested in someone else was beginning to set in. He could very much land at your table, being the last date of the night, and be exhausted. He could already have his heart set on another which caused you to sigh softly.

"I see you have eyes for someone already."

Looking up, you were greeted by a wide smile. The gentleman in front of you took a seat in front of you, running his hands through his hair to push back his hair. He was wearing an all-black outfit - dress pants that had a white, thin strip running up the side; a black v-neck that showed the silver chain around his neck, and a slightly oversized black sport coat.

"Sorry," you laughed lightly, blushing a bit. You didn't want to give off the wrong impression, especially when this gentleman seemed kind.

"No need to be sorry. Should introduced myself since it sees that you're gawking at my best friend," he said proudly. "My name is Wooyoung, and you are?"

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit intrigued. "Y/n." You took a sip out of your cocktail before setting it down on the counter. "You are friends with San?" "Oh, I see you two are on a first-name basis now. When is the wedding?"

Your cheeks got hotter as you took another sip out of your drink, which caused the young man to laugh. "Don't worry, I've seen him checking you out as well." "Stop, you're just saying that," you laughed. "We only met literally 30 minutes ago. There is no way that he is checking me out and I haven't noticed."

Leaning back into his chair, a smug grin curled onto his lips. He had one hand on the table, and the other resting on the back of the chair.

"You have no reason to trust me since I'm a complete stranger. However, I know my best friend. And I can tell you right now that if you look to my right side, you would be able to see San. And I bet he's fuming that his best friend is chatting up the girl he's been eyeing all evening."

You raised an eyebrow at this man's analysis. He looked at you challengingly, egging you on to look over to his right.

Unable to resist, you looked over. Your eyes widened as you noticed San was glancing from his date over to your table. His fists were clenched slightly while he did his best to maintain his composure in front of the woman he was chatting to. Yet, it was as if steam was about to shoot out of his ears.

"See?" Wooyoung said triumphantly. "You've got San wrapped around your pretty little finger, y/n."

Seeing San make eye contact with you, his eyes widened before he quickly looked away. You couldn't help but smile a bit brighter, your confidence starting to rise again. Maybe Wooyoung was right after all.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

"I'll definitely be seeing you around, y/n. Have a good rest of your evening," Wooyoung announced. He pushed himself up from his seat, about to move to the next table.

One thing you learned about Wooyoung in your short encounter was that he was filled with evil schemes and plots. For example, calling out how you and San kept looking at each other as if nobody could notice. You learned that while San was his best friend, he also liked getting a rise out of him.

Before you could say anything back to him, Wooyoung moved closer to you. He leaned down to press a firm kiss to your cheek, one everyone at the speed-dating event could see. Your eyes widened at his action. What was he thinking?!

People seemed to notice which caused cheers from the guys in attendance while the other women gasped. "Please keep it moving, Romeo," the event host announced. "You'll have enough time to show affection later."

"You'll thank me later," he whispered to you before moving to the seat at the next table.

You felt a bit guilty for not remembering the four guys. They seemed very friendly, having personalities that made it easy to talk to. You guys couldn't describe what on Earth was even said, not when your mind was counting down until you finally got to talk to San.

"You're a great listener, y/n. Too early to ask for your number?" "The host said no exchanging until after."

You looked over to see San standing up straight. You didn't think he did so maliciously, but it was obvious he was annoyed by the guy still sitting down. The guy you just talked to glanced over at you before putting his hands up in surrender and getting up.

Just as quick as the guy stood up, San slid into the seat. He moved the chair in so he could lean slightly over the table. "Do you like knowing your a hot commodity, angel?" He asked softly, a drastic change from how he just spoke.

"I have no idea what you are referring to," you said innocently.

San's hand moved to rest close to yours, his fingertips ghosting over your own. It sent electric shocks throughout your body just be being in close proximity.

"So you don't want to admit that my best friend had you giggling? You couldn't have thought that Wooyoung was seriously that funny. He gets all his best jokes from me!"

You could see San was getting a bit worked up. His chest was puffed up, wanting to present himself as a better option against whoever stood in his way, even if it was his best friend. Little did San know he had no true competition when you've had your eyes on him all evening.

"Actually, I found it adorable how jealous you get. Wooyoung merely pointed out this fact," you said, smirking.

You noticed then San's shoulders slump over a bit. His cheeks were flushed as he stared at you for a moment before looking towards the end of the row where Wooyoung was. Wooyoung, who was watching you two this whole time and offered a wave over to you two.

Sensing that San was getting a bit flustered, you moved your hand to rest on his. This caused his attention to move back to you, a smile curling onto his lips. He glanced down at your hands, eyes flickering to yours. You were not sure what he was looking for, but it became clear once he slipped his fingers in between yours.

And he looks for consent before doing anything? What a jackpot.

"I'll have to admit though. I was also getting jealous. I didn't like seeing you laugh with other girls when it should've been me," you confessed. Sure, you were just as embarrassed owning up to your faults, but you also hoped an ounce of your truth made San feel better.

It seemed to do the trick as his body relaxed. His thumb gently caresses the side of your index finger. You noticed his eyes were not leaving yours whatsoever, unlike before when his eyes would wonder around.

"Well, darlin', we don't need to wait anymore. You've got me all to yourself."

You and San spent the next hour or so chatting. You talked about your childhood, how you both ended up in New York City, and all your favorite things. Every time you talked, San looked at you as if you were made out of gems. He just adored listening to you, finally being sat at the same table with you.

San has always wanted to come to the United States. At first, it was to practice his English. However, he quickly realized that he wanted to learn more about people. He was currently researching graduate programs to study Sociology.

So not only is he kind and physically attractive, but he also was outgoing and intelligent. He was just checking every one of your boxes!

But he also was falling hard for you. He was impressed with how you took a leap into moving to New York City by himself. He was lucky to have Wooyoung whoo made the whole transition easier, so he couldn't imagine taking on the city solo. He admired your courage.

He also wouldn't vocalize it quite yet but he almost felt as if you two were destined to be in the same city.

The two of you didn't even notice that the other participants had left. The guys you had talked to tried staying around to grab your number, fuming at how San seemed to have snatched all your attention. Being the great friend Wooyoung is, he ushered them out so you and San could be uninterrupted.

It was as if Wooyoung was your own Cupid, doing everything in his power to make sure the love connection worked.

"I'm sorry, love birds, but we need to close up for the night."

San and you looked around, not realizing that all the tables had been cleaned and cleared after the event. The room was silent except for the noise of movement in the kitchen.

Looking back at you, he bit his lip. The clogs were stirring in his mind as if he was trying to figure out what to do next. Of course, you two would leave the cocktail bar, but then what? He looked as if he was afraid to say goodbye, and so were you.

"Why don't we walk around the Village? I'm sure we could find a late-night diner that isn't too crowded." "That sounds perfect."

San helped you out of the table before lifting yup your winter coat. He held it out for you, assisting you in slipping your arms through the sleeves. You turned slightly to press a kiss to his cheek, which made San light up like a little kid on Christmas day.

He quickly slipped on his own jacket before going to rest his hand back on your lower back. He nodded his head, both apologizing for overstaying but thanking the host for putting together the event.

She smiled understandingly as she witnessed San escort you back outside. His free hand pushes the front door open for you.

Maybe love did exist in New York City after all.

Oral fixation (100 followers special)

To say thanks for 100 followers please enjoy this one shot that is most likely the longest piece I've ever written. Thank you message HERE and masterlist HERE.

Pairing: Choi San (dom) x Jung Wooyoung (sub) Ateez

WC: 4690

Blurb: Wooyoung has an oral fixation and San is more than intrigued

Warnings: smut, finger sucking, more smut, slight panic attack, slight breath play, Woo likes to call everyone Hyungie

This was a lot softer then expected

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

So what was life like for Choi San since moving to Seoul?

Well that question has two answers and if you were to ask San right now then his answer would be “yeah it’s fucking amazing!”

But if you were to ask San 6 months ago then his answer would be on the other end of the spectrum.

As we know there is no gain without some pain so let’s go back 6 months to when San first arrived in Seoul, 2 suitcases in hand and all his dreams in the vast horizon.

San had enrolled himself into Seoul university and asked for a dorm since he knew no one. San would have liked to get himself an apartment but he didn’t have that much money and would need a roommate but like I said, he knew no one because he was new to Seoul so for now a dorm it is.

Finding the front office was a task on it’s own, San ended up walking around in 2 circles before he finally found it, San was given a piece of paper that had his timetable on it and then another piece of paper that has the dorm house rules along with the name of his dorm mate, Choi Beomgyu. Finally San was given a key to his dorm and was told not to loose it because it costs $50 to get a new one. San had chuckled to himself thinking that some people were dumb enough to loose their key.

While on the walk to his dorm San decided to read the house rules, you know, just incase.

house rule 1 - All drug, tobacco and/or alcohol consumption is prohibited in the dorms.

house rule 2 - You are not allowed to visit any dorm of the opposite sex, dorms of the same sex is ok as long as you have permission to enter.

house rule 3 - Dorm curfew time is 10pm Sunday through Thursday, 12pm Friday and Saturday. An official will check all dorms at these times to make sure that you are inside your dorm. If you are planning to spend the night elsewhere make sure to let the official know before curfew.

house rule 4 - All loud noises including music, yelling, television and all other loud noises must stop after 6pm.

Dorm official: Byun Baekhyun

Baekhyun’s phone number: ********

Front office phone number: ********

Your dorm room number: 23

Your dorm mate: Choi Beomgyu

All these seemed pretty easy for San to follow, San doesn’t take drugs, he doesn’t smoke and he only likes to drink in social settings.

San guessed the no visiting girl dorms was a nice way to say no sex in the dorms, but San was gay anyway so it didn’t bother him.

San never liked having a curfew but most nights he was home by 10 anyway so, he tried to not let it annoy him.

San didn’t even notice himself bumping into someone until he felt the burn of hot coffee running down his legs.

“Ah shit, what the fuck?” San gasped while furiously trying to wipe the coffee off of him, thankfully none got on his papers.

“Shit! I’m so sorry man I wasn’t looking where I was going” the stranger apologized wincing when he saw the damage.

“ugh it should probs be fine if I just get to my room so I can change. It looks like I’ve pissed myself.”

“let me help you, it’s the least I can do. Are these your bags?” the stranger asked pointing to two brown matching suitcases.

San nodded so the stranger grabbed them both and started to show San the way to the boy dorms. If they passed anything special on the way like the main cafeteria, library, laundry room, football field or smaller cafes then the stranger pointed them out so San knew where they were if he ever needed them.

“Ok here we are, can I see your sheet?”

“Oh yeah, here.”

“Ok so number 23 ooh that's next to Yeosang and Jongho who are friends of mine, I’ll introduce you once you sort yourself out. Dorm mate Choi Beomgyu ooh that's a tough one.”

“Why, is he an asshole or something?”

“Not necessarily but he’s in a band that's actually doing pretty well and he can sometimes act like he’s better than everyone else, he also plays the drums so sucks for you bro but he might bang sticks together quite often.”

“Oh god, of course, my dorm mate is a stuck-up drummer, could today go any worse?”

“I don’t think so, just watch out for Yeonjun tho, Beomgyu’s boyfriend and the face of the band. He may have the voice of an angle and the body of a demigod but he has the personality of a stuck up rich bitch, his father is paying for both his and Beomgyu’s tuition.”

“thanks for the heads up bro, at least I now know what I’m walking into.”

“well i hope your ready right now because we are here.”

The door wasn’t anything that fancy, just a plain brown door with the number 23 written in cursive gold lettering with a matching gold door handle and door lock. It was what was on the inside that counted anyway, a nice spacious room with double beds (better than most places that only offer singles) bigger closets on each side of the wall that lead to the private bathroom (again better than most places that only offer a communal) and 2 desks at the end of the room.

Honestly, the bigger space was one of the main reasons that San chose this university, the thought of sharing a bathroom with 60 other guys was a thought that made San want to gag.

San opened the door and was met with two guys chilling on a bed, sitting quite close together, they looked up when they heard the door open.

“Hi I’m Choi San, your dorm mate!” San greeted as nicely as best as he can considering one of them couldn’t stop staring at his pants. the one who wasn’t staring replied.

“Yeah nice, I’m Beomgyu and this is Yeonjun my boyfriend so expect him over often or me gone often.”

“What's with your pants bro?” Yeonjun asked and snickered a little.

“This idiot spilled coffee on them” San pointed to his culprit and walked into the bathroom to get changed.

“Actually Kim Hongjoong, not idiot.” Hongjoong tried to defend himself even though he knew it was useless so instead he just sat on the empty bed and looked around the room.

Only Beomgyu’s side of the room was decorated and there were lots of pictures of him with Yeonjun, or pictures of him with the rest of his band/friends Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun and Kai. He had navy blue bedding and also had pictures of his favourite artists, some of his other nicknacks were stored in the shelving unit above his bed. a true college boy in love if you asked Hongjoong.

“Does this look ok?” San asked coming out of the bathroom changed from his previous blue jeans into black ones.

“Yeah that's fine, I’ll help you unload your stuff so it’s done faster.”

“Thanks man I really appreciate that.”

--------------------------------------------------------------

“Hey let me introduce you to your neighbors Yeosang and Jongho, trust me you’ll love them!” Hongjoong was explaining as the last of San’s clothes were put away.

Sans side of the room was now decorated and it wasn’t much different from Beomgyu’s. Photos on the wall of San and his family and childhood best friend Wonho, San hopes to make some new friends soon so that he can add to his photo wall. In the shelves, he has some of his music albums, books, electronic devices and snacks so that if he ever has a midnight craving he can just go for it. All of San’s clothes were put away organized by colour and type thanks to Hongjoong who quote said “Sorry if this is too organized but I can’t live with an unorganized closet so I just had to.” However, San was thankful because it meant he didn’t have to organize it himself.

Beomgyu and Yeonjun left soon after San started to unpack, claiming that they had band practice so San and Hongjoong were left to bond. San actually ended up liking Hongjoong a lot more than he first originally thought considering he spilled coffee on him. Yeosang and Jongho couldn’t be that bad right?

Wrong!

Well actually, wrong-ish.

San and Hongjoong just happened to walk in on Yeosang and Jongho making out pretty heavily.

“Yah you animals, we have company!” Hongjoong hollered which made the both of them pull away straight away and start to fix their hair.

“Guys this is San, he’s new and I spilled coffee on him earlier and now were friends so.” Hongjoong introduced.

Jongho walked up and greeted San with a ‘hey man’ and a handshake.

Yeosang on the other hand decided to give San a bone crushing hug and yell out ‘yay a new friend.’

“Babe, don’t freak him out!” Jongho lightly scolded and hugged Yeosang from behind.

“Don’t even worry Wonho from back home was a hugger too, I mean who doesn’t like hugs?”

“See he likes it!” Yeosang retorted.

“Let’s just get ready for this mixer, you’ll meet the rest of the gang there.” Jongho left to go have a shower while Yeosang picked out his outfit having already showered earlier. San bonded more with the two new editions while watching Yeosang do his makeup, He was your stereotypical flamboyant gay but he doesn’t like to be called one.

San actually found out a lot about these two and the rest of the ‘gang’ during the next 20 minutes.

Jongho and Yeosang met during senior year of high school and have been together ever since. Hongjoong has his own boyfriend Seonghwa and they met when they first got to Seoul so they are a new couple. Then there are Mingi and Yunho who are straight and both have girlfriends of their own Munyeong and Jisoo. Lastly, there was Wooyoung who was gay but single, the only single one of the bunch but if San were to join that bunch well he is single too.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

The mixer was buzzing, almost every student attended except for the special breed who claimed that school events were such a social norm and they weren't going to conform to it.

San, fortunately, was welcomed into Hongjoon's friendship group with open arms. Hongjoong himself already likes San, same with Yeosang and Jongho. Apparently, Yeosang is always open to meeting new people, which San guessed was a good thing.

San met Seonghwa first, considering he is Hongjoong's boyfriend. Hongjoong greeted him with a sweet kiss, then proceeded to lean his head on Seonghwa's shoulder while introducing him.

"Nice to meet you, sorry oh behalf of my cutie" Seonghwa leaned down to kiss Hongjoong's head which made him giggle, they were so cute together.

"No it's fine, Hongjoong already apologized and even helped me unpacked to apologize further." San waved him off, he had forgiven Hongjoong long ago.

Just as San was about to say something, he felt a sharp jab in his side which caused him to cry out and stumble forward, luckily Seonghwa caught him before he fell over. But how many more things were going to go wrong today!

"Oh my god I am so sorry I-" the boy paused for a second then his face lit up. "Hyungies there you are I was looking all over for you" the boy ran and hugged them, making sure not to spill his drink in true fashion.

"Who's your hot friend?" He inquired.

"His name is San and I think he would like an apology for you bumping into him Wooyoung." Seonghwa lightly scolded.

Wooyoung, the single one, San remembered while he was holding onto his side and leaning over, the only position that gave him any relief.

"Are you ok San? I wasn't looking where I was going, I truly am sorry" Wooyoung placed a comforting hand on San's shoulder accompanied by a concerned face.

"Yeah I'll be fine in a minute, it's nice to meet you by the way."

"Likewise, I was told we have a new friend in our group."

San stood up properly to get a better look at his new friend. Wooyoung had chocolate brown hair swept neatly to the side, he was wearing Black leather pants and a patterned button-down. Lastly, San noticed the gum that Wooyoung was chewing on, seemed so content and calm as he waved the rest of his friends over and chatted with them.

The last ones San met were Mingi, Yunho, and their girlfriends. Mingi and Munyeong have been together for 2 years, having also met in high school, Yunho and Jisoo only met 3 months ago, so they were also a new couple. There was a definite difference between the ones who were straight and the ones who were gay, everyone seemed to get along but an example that San noticed was that Mingi and Yunho's jeans had more of a straight fit, or the way that Yeosang got way too happy over the small stuff.

TXT, who San learned was the name of Beomgyu’s band was asked to play the mixer. Many songs were played a mix of covers and originals, San really liked their rendition of Big Bang's loser and as for originals, San really liked loser lover, love song, and frost.

In the end, it was a wholesome night filled with laughs and lots of love, San didn't expect to make friends on the first day but he is glad that he did.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

Over the next few weeks, San started to hang out with his new friends more and more, always finding himself at Yeosang's dorm since Beomgyu enjoyed kissing too much. Sometimes he hung out at Mingi's dorn or Yunho's dorn but that was rarer since they had roommates of their own who were not apart of their friendship group. Yeosang and Jongho's dorm, Wooyoung's apartment, or Hongjoong and Seonghwa's apartment were the main hangout spots. More so the apartments rather than the dorms because the dorms have rules.

San also noticed things about his friends. For one Mingi and Yunho's girlfriends only hung out with them half of the time since they had their own group of girls and they liked to do girl shit. Jongho and Yeosang are always over each other, or rather Yeosang was all over Jongho but Jongho didn't seem to mind. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were more reserved but still held hands and shared quick pecks before leaving eachother.

Wooyoung on the other hand, he was a special one. He always referred to Hongjoong and Seonghwa as "Hyungies." He loved to tease Jongho since Jongho was the youngest. Absolute besties with Yeosang who love to fanboy over the members of SHINee whenever they post a new selfie. Wooyoung still had a piece of gum in his mouth, chewing away, San noticed that unless he was eating he always had gum in his mouth.

San watched as Wooyoung took out his gum, got up quickly to put it in the bin then got stuck into his food. San might just have a little crush on Wooyoung, just a little, maybe more than a little.

"So how are you liking Seoul?" Jongho asked while he was chewing on a sandwich.

"Yeah, it's great so far, you guys make it bearable" San replied. Hongjoong excused himself to the bathroom, taking his rubbish with him.

Wooyoung was looking at his phone with a sigh, a frown plastered on his face.

"What's wrong Woo?" Yeosang asked, concerned as he looks at him.

"The cafe I work at is closing down, which means I'm going to lose my job which also means I'm going to have to start looking for a roommate." Wooyoung runs his hands through his hair, annoyed as he looks through his screen.

"You know there's always a room at our place if need be" Seonghwa offered and took Wooyung's shaking hands in his.

"I know Hyungie and thank you" Wooyoung replied glumly.

Wooyoung claimed that he was no longer hungry, the sad news killing his appetite. Instead, Wooyoung went searching in his bag for more gum.

Wooyoung started to breathe heavily when he was unable to find what he was looking for. Hands frantically looking in his bag.

"No no no I thought I had more gum fuck!" Wooyoung was panicking, on the verge of an outburst. Seonghwa was the first to notice, San also noticed but he had no idea what to do.

"Breathe, Wooyoung ok breathe, I just texted Hongjoong to get some" Seonghwa took a deep breath of his own in hopes that Wooyoung would follow. Yeosang hugged Wooyoung from behind and whispered praises, placing his hand on his heart as Wooyoung calmed down but only slightly, not calming down fully until he had a fresh piece of gum in his mouth, sighing loudly and visibly calming, Thanking Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa in the process.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

That night San was quick to google about people who "always need to be chewing on gum" It must be serious enough to have a panic attack over it.

San didn't get much in response except for:

Did you mean oral fixation?

Now this intrigued San, what was an oral fixation?

San clicked on the link and was met with a wide range of responses. Specifically, a Reddit page filled with answers like:

"My boyfriend loves to suck on my fingers, it makes him so content and happy"

"Sucking my dick is my boyfriend's favourite past time"

"Sooooooo what do you do when your girlfriend has an obsession with lolli pops?"

Sadly nothing about gum though, and the guy who submitted the dick one is way too cocky and proud.

San decided to submit his own response:

"My friend is always chewing on gum to the point where he has a panic attack if he isn't chewing, what should I do?"

San was met with a lot of responses, some saying that he should stop, some saying it's fine and others saying to help him and just be there for him, he liked those responses the best. San and his crush on Wooyoung on heart just had to help.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Hey Wooyoung did you have any luck finding a roommate?" San asked as they walked together to the cafe to meet everyone else.

"Yeah I did actully, his name is Changkyun and he hopes to be a self produced rapper. Really hated the thought of sharing a bathroom so he didn't want a dorm" Wooyoung replied.

"Oh thats cool, but didn't he read the panflet? I specifically chose Seoul university because you get privet bathrooms and bigger beds."

"Oh my god i've just realised that in the amout of time we've been friends we still don't know what we each study."

"Hey your right, I do dance by the way."

"Yeah I'm vocals so I'll share some of my classes with my roomie." Wooyoung opened the door and let San go in first.

"Do you want to come over to my place tonight? Changkyun's going out with his friends so I thought it could be great to have a movie night?"

"A group movie night?"

"I was kinda hoping it could just be you and me?"

Time stopped. it looked as if no one was moving. the only sound that could be heard was the thudding of San's heartbeat. San had tried to surpress his feelings for Wooyoung so that he wouldn't come off as weird but recently Wooyoung had been a little tease dropping hints just like this one, could Wooyoung maybe feel the same?

"Uh yeah sure, I'll come around 8 after dinner."

"yay!" Wooyoung leaned in to peck San's cheek which made San instantly blush, Wooyoung skipped along to their table while San did the cliché thing and place his hand on the cheek that Wooyoung kissed, lost in the lingering feeling that is lit up by a small warmth.

"Sannie Hyung? are you coming?"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

8 P.M. could not have come any sooner, yeah dinner with the guys had been great but he was more itching to get to Wooyoung's.

San wanted to change into some more comfy clothes before he went though, you can't have a movie night wearing skinny jeans.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me" San cursed to himself when he tried to open up his dorm door but found out that he couldn't. Beomgyu was busy doing Yeonjun and has locked the door, once again, it had been happening alot recently which had been really bugging San. It seemed like almost everytime he needed to get to his room he just couldn't. Looks like he will be spending the night at Wooyoung's.

After texting Baekhyun the official letting him know he will be spending the night elsewhere and after texting Wooyoung asking him to stay the night, off San went, bumping into both Jongho and Yeosang in the process.

"Hey Hyung where you heading?" Jongho asked.

"Movie night at Wooyoung's" San explained in a hurry, he really didn't wanna be late.

"Movie night in skinny jeans?" Yeosang quipped, confused tone added to his voice.

"Beomgyu’s being an ass again, it's the 4th time this month. Anyway I told Woo that I'd be there by 8 so I don't wanna be late, so I gotta go."

San arrived by 8:02 specifically, late by 2 minutes but maybe if San had gotten there right on time it might have been a little weird, who even arrives right on time anyway?

"Sannie Hyung" Wooyoung was quick to give San a bone crushing hug and drag him inside, not letting go until they were both sitting on the couch.

"I've got millions of movies, you can pick the first one while I go get us some snacks and drinks." Wooyoung pecked San's cheek again before leaving, is this going to become a habit because if so then in San's mind, hell yes.

Throughout the movie San could see that Wooyoung wasn't really paying attention, he was watching but wasn't really taking anything the characters were saying in. Instead, Wooyoung was sucking on his pointer and middle fingers, sometimes his eyes would flutter close in content, or he would even let out a breathy sigh. It was a sight to behold, well in San's mind it was. San never knew that this could be hot up until right now.

San continued watching as Wooyoung pushed his fingers in even further, gagging for a slight moment then relaxing and closing his eyes, it was so fasniating to watch.

Suddenly San no longer cared about the movie, without even knowing because he is being controlled by his lust right now, San paused the movie and turned his attention to Wooyoung.

"Are you ok Woo?" San asked, looking straight into Wooyoung's eyes.

Wooyoung must have either been in a trance or thought that no one was watching him because he was startled by San's question, fingers slide out with a frown, Wooyoung must have been really enjoying himself.

"Yeah I'm ok, it's just my oral fixation, it's a self soothing thing. I always have to have something in my mouth or my anxiety will play up" well there was deffinatly no beating around the bush there, Wooyoung went straight for it.

"Aw baby." San doesn't even register the nickname, and neither does Wooyoung, infact he leans in closer to San.

Wooyoung just whimpers, feeling so vunerable right now.

"Do you want to suck on my fingers baby?" San has no idea when he suddenly became so confident, maybe it was because Wooyoung was staring at San like he wanted to be eaten, or maybe it was because he drank 2 whole bottles of soju at dinner. Whatever it was, San wanted nothing more then to have Wooyoung suck on his fingers and it seemed like Wooyoung wanted nothing more then to suck on San's fingers.

Wooyoung tested the waters, just taking the two fingers and giving them an experimental lick, watching for San's reaction, which is nothing but a small smile. Wooyoung took this as his que to continue.

Wooyoung proceeded to take in all of the fingers, moaning out without even knowing it. it wasn't even that sexual, it was just finger sucking yet Wooyoung was moaning like a kid's first time eating chocolate.

San could no longer take it, Wooyoung's moans creating a very promanite tent in his pants and by the way Wooyoung was looking at San, he could tell that he wanted it too. San replaced his fingers with his mouth, sealing Wooyoung's lips with a kiss.

"Fuck baby that was so hot" San breathed against Wooyoung's neck as his kisses trailed down.

"Ugh please just fuck me Sannie Hyung, wanna suck your fingers while you fuck me" Wooyoung whined in protest at the loss of contact. San chuckled.

"We can't have sex in our clothes now can we gorgeous, and I'm also not entirely sure you want to have sex in the living room where your roommate could come home and see" San explained as he stood up and extended his hands for Wooyoung to take.

One in the bedroom and clothes have been stripped thats when the real fun began. San wanted to kiss every inch of Wooyoung's body and was so content to listen to all of Wooyoung's moans.

San lined himself up at Wooyoung's entrance and slowly pushed in, carefully watching his face for any signs of pain. Luckily there wasn't.

"Dam baby your so tight" San commented. He even had to stop his urge to just start pounding, waiting for Wooyoung to give the ok.

"Mhh gimmie gimmie" Wooyoung took San's fingers back into his mouth, sucking like his life depended on it while San thrusted in and out.

Both parties were a moaning mess, lost in the pleasure of each other and detirmed to make the other feel as good as possible.

"Fucking your fingers in and out, go deep Hyungie" Wooyoung requested when just sucking was no longer enough.

"Yeah you want Hyungie to fuck your mouth with his fingers" San wasn't much for dirty talk, but he could tell that Wooyoung would be the type of person to enjoy it. Wooyoung nodded his head in a pleading way. San couldn't resist and couldn't deny him either so fuck he did.

When San's cock slid out, so did his fingers. When San's cock slid in, so did his fingers, making sure to hit right at the back of Wooyoung's throat which made him gag a little but moan at the same time.

"Soo good Hyungie" Wooyoung's breaths got quicker, San guessed that he was close, but it was ok since San was too.

"Are you close baby? Are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?" San thrusted faster, the pleasure becoming all too much.

"Wanna be good boy, wanna cum Hyungie" Wooyoung mumbled around the fingers that San decided to just keep at the back of Wooyoung's throat, gripping tight until he came.

San watched as Wooyoung gagged and came at the same time. tighs twitching and loud whines faling from Wooyoung's lips was enough to send San over the dege, he came with a deep groan.

San rolled off of Wooyoung and was quick to pull him into his arms, kissing the top of his head in the process.

"Does this change the nature of our relationship?" Wooyoung asked after a few minutes of recovery.

"I think so, but a good change yeah?" San asked back in hopes of a good answer.

"Yeah, good, I really like you San."

"I really like you too Wooyoung, so so much."

So what was life like for Choi San since moving to Seoul?

"Yeah it's fucking amazing!" and then they fell asleep, cuddled up in each others arms completely unawear of the rest of the world.

What a threesome with Wooyoung and san would be like (M)

Pairing: Wooyoung and San Ateez x reader

Warnings for smut, san is a total daddy dom and woo is a dom too but also gives me switch vibes!

- Saying that this night is going to be the ride of your life is a complete understatement!

- It kinda happens on a whim like your all hanging out just watching movies when San asks out of the blue if you all wanna have sex

- Woo looks to you for consent and you just shrug because "fuck it" you could go for an orgasm or two

- You leave the movie playing in the background as you lean in to kiss Wooyoung, San on the other hand wants to get things moving faster

- They would both dom you

- San being a complete daddy dom, kinda controlling how the night goes

- Wooyoung is more of a soft dom and kinda switch, once he's had his orgasm he's ready to be pampered

- Theres an unholy amount of dirty talk and degradation thrown in, because San just loves the way it makes you moan louder

- San would call you his good slut, but also his good girl when he's feeling generous

- Wooyoung would call you something simple like baby or kitten and would wanna kiss you non stop throughout the night.

- San would 100% eat you out while he makes you suck Woo's dick

- San likes to slightly push the boundaries and Woo just wants to always make sure your comfortable so San sometimes has to use encouragement phrases

- Woo wouldn't be afraid to bring in toys, he owns a few himself

- They give you some time to get used to the stretch, considering once adjusted San has no intentions of being soft

- Woo is much ofter than San, which you like because it gives you a small break without having an actual break

- "Such a good slut for us hmm? taking us so well" "thats it kitten let me in" "oh my fucking GOD"

- San would slap you if you didn't call him sir, but Woo was ok with Woo

- if Wooyoung got a little in his head (i.e. became a little submissive) he called San sir too

- Woo was the biggest fan of aftercare because it made him feel loved

- You had to admit you had a thing for it too

- Aftercare consisted mostly of you and Woo cuddling while San cleaned everyone up, then he joined for cuddles too

You may not have read yet?

All works are for 18+ only

The feels

Breakup remedy

Oral fixation

Woosan threesome headcanon

Leehwa threesome headcanon

First date jitters

Sneak peak of my new fic!

based off the bouncy mv and woosan trailer, warnings for smut, will be finished and uploaded in a few days!

"Please sir please! I need to cum!" San is right there, if only he had permission.

"Did you win the fight tonight kitten?" Wooyoung places his hands over San's which are bound together by pink fluffy handcuffs, intertwining their fingers as a small sign of i've got you.

"No, but please sir wanna cum!" San was crying now, and Wooyoung was loving it, the way San tried to close his eyes and will the tears away but it was no use because they were already falling.

"Then no your not allowed to cum, you know the rules gorgeous"

Edit: POSTED

Incentive

Pairing: Wooyoung (dom) x San (sub) ateez

WC: 1368

Warnings: Smut, language, voilence, slight blood, orgasm denial/delay, bondage, nipple play, mean dom sir woo, whiney sub san

Based off of woosan trailer and bouncy mv

Woosan live in a van and are low on money, but San has always been a good fighter which is why he has the brilliant idea to become a boxer, and Wooyoung has the brilliant idea to bet on those fights so they not only win prize money but bet money as well. The catch is Wooyoung always wants to fuck San for a job well done, and he only gets to cum if he won. (Might make this a sort of stand alone series because I have many ideas based off of this comeback!)

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

"I'm so close" San was a withering mess from underneath Wooyoung, his legs shaking, whole body sweating, and moaning from left to right as the one above him pounded him into next week.

The van's tinted windows were fogging up, no doubt from the explicit activities that were happening inside. Wooyoung smirked at Sans comment, slowing down so that he didn't go over the edge.

"Oh, your close are you?" Wooyoung mocked, reviling in the way his answer made San whine loudly and shake his head.

The rules were simple: win the fight, you get to cum, loose the fight, and you do not. An incentive Wooyoung himself came up with to help San win more fights because he would be excited that he gets to cum later, and they would get more money.

"Please sir please! I need to cum!" San is right there, if only he had permission.

"Did you win the fight tonight kitten?" Wooyoung places his hands over San's which are bound together by pink fluffy handcuffs, intertwining their fingers as a small sign of i've got you.

"No, but please sir wanna cum!" San was crying now, and Wooyoung was loving it, the way San tried to close his eyes and will the tears away but it was no use because they were already falling.

"Then no your not allowed to cum, you know the rules gorgeous"

"Sirrrrrrr!"

"shh kitten, just enjoy the edge while I finish ok?"

Later that night, after Wooyoung had lovingly calmed San down through cuddles and nibbling on small crackers they were planning their next fight.

San knew he was good at defending himself because he found out he had been defending himself pretty much his whole life. After his dad kicked him out for being gay at 15, he was on the run and always defending himself.

San met Wooyoung after an encounter Wooyoung was in needed someone to save him, and after finding out that they were both on the run, they decided to run together, and they've been running ever since.

Wooyoung was never much of a fighter, he preferred to hide and hope that no one would find him, San didn't mind this one bit because he loved being Wooyoung's saviour and loved any chance he got to show off how strong he is.

They worked their butts off so they could afford the van, since that sleeping in an old abandoned garage wasn't so safe they were even mugged once! Wooyoung was waiting tables while San worked the day shift at their local gas station and once enough money was saved up, they got a mini van so they could live in that and lock the doors at night.

Soon after Wooyoung had the genius idea to get San into boxing since he was already good at it, and while San fought Wooyoung would bet on the fights to try and make even more money! the plan was going well so far and they almost had enough money for a down payment on their own apartment!

"Have you ever fought against Seo Changbin?" Wooyoung queried, scrolling through the mans instagram while slurping up instant ramen at the same time.

"No I don't think so, why?" San had his own cup of instant ramen, since most nights it was all they could afford for dinner.

"Well it's gonna happen next week, I got in touch with Bang Chan his manager and asked if we could have a match!"

"Sounds fun, I'll hit the gym in the morning"

"I might actually join you, do some light weights or walk on the treddy" Just because Wooyoung didn't know how to fight didn't mean he didn't wanna be healthy.

"You tryna rope me in for some gym sex? get all worked up and then work me out?" San joked, nudging him slightly.

"HA! you wish" Wooyoung nudged him back, but then gave in and gave San a sweet kiss which may or have may not lead to a little make out session.

When next week rolled around, San was more than ready for the fight! He had gone to the gym every day to train, getting strong as he heard Changbin was going to be a tough opponent.

The crowd was going wild as they both entered the ring, intense rap music playing in the back ground to hype everyone up as if they weren't already hyped.

Wooyoung could be seen off to the side sly-ly taking money from others as he was betting on san to win, and if he did win everyone who said he wouldn't, wouldn't get their money back.

"You got this baby, kick his ass!" Wooyoung was cheering from below, just as the bell rang to signal the start of the match.

Changbin was good, San had to admit, with the corner of his mouth bleeding and left eye pulsing from being punched there, Changbin was defiantly good.

"Water" San croaked out as the halftime bell rang, walking back over to Wooyoung. He sat down on a stool as water was squirted into his mouth, some not making it and dripping on his clothes but he didn't care.

"Where does it hurt?" Wooyoung got straight to it as they only had 5 minutes.

"My left eye is pulsing, my left shoulder kinda kills and wherever you see blood I guess" San breathed deeply, closing his eyes as Wooyoung tended to him, a wet rag wiping all over to get rid of most of the blood. Wooyoung gave San's left shoulder a small massage in the small amount of time they have left.

"I love you, and I'll be proud of you no matter what ok?" San leaned down to kiss his lips in thanks, always basking in his lovers praise.

"Love you too Woo, so fucking much" and with that the bell rang again signalling halftime was up.

It turned out San was better, somehow landing punch after punch after punch. So many punches he ended up knocking Changbin out. The crowd went wild again after San won, chanting his name as he was given the belt.

No one was more proud of San than Wooyoung though, smiling heavily as he basked in how much money they won. Sadly more people thought that San wouldn't win as he didn't win last time, but that only meant more money for them when he eventually did win so in the end he never let it get to him.

"So proud of my kitten, you did so well tonight" Wooyoung praised as he was once again pounding away.

San could only moan in response, as words were too hard for him at the moment. He gripped at the sheets and whined, no longer being able to lay still.

"aw does my kitten like this hmm?" Wooyoung continued to lightly stroke San's cock with one hand and use the other to pinch one of his nipples.

"Sir! oh fuck" San cried out from the sudden sting to his nipples.

"Are you close?"

"So fucking close, sir please!"

"Hmm, maybe, if you beg me prettily enough" Wooyoung knew the rules too, San did win which meant he did get to cum, that didn't mean he couldn't taunt San a little first. He continued to tweak each nipple and smirked each time it made San whine.

"Please sir let me cum, I've been so good, I wanna cum so badly please!" San was shaking with need, whole body buzzing.

"alright gorgeous, you can cum now" and it was all San needed to let out a weeks worth of pent up load.

Hot and white and intense, had San screaming into the nearest pillow so that no one outside the van may have heard him.

"Ok kitten come here, you did so well come here" Wooyoung brought San into his arms, swaying them back and forth as he waited for San to come down.

It always took a few minutes as Wooyoung hardly ever went soft on San, but he happily waited all the time San needed. Wooyoung was just happy he had someone to hold and care for, and San was just as happy to be held.

The Untamed, but WooSan

Seonghwa forever booing WooSan

Happy birthday to kpop's #1 milf

Someone give me an ATEEZ Princess Bride au fic, I need it for reasons

It had to be done

San: if Wooyoung and I were drowning, who would you save?

Yeosang: you two can’t swim?

Wooyoung: it’s a hypothetical question, hyung! who would you save?

Yeosang: my time and effort

-> When they reject you…

... but it wasn't a confession (WOOSAN version)

Genre: angst-ish, bittersweet endings, unrequited love (hard to say from each side tho)

Tags/ Warnings: angsty; bittersweet endings; implied bullying in San's part not done by him; implied body shame in San's part not done by him; San's a coward and don't do anything about it; i don't even now what to say about wooyoung's part, that's a warning?

WC: 1,4 k

N/A: I said that I'd make more of these and here they are (after 8 whole months, I'm so sorry). I didn't forget about the lovely people that loved the MATZ version, this is for you guys!

Please reblog my work if you enjoyed it, it helps to reach other people <3

MATZ Version

Ateez Masterlist

JEONG WOOYOUNG (정우영)

You heard the soft buzz of your phone on your beside table, yet the only thing you did was turn around and adjust the thick blanket under your chin. It was getting cold by the minute and a simple thought crossed your mind before you closed your eyes once again, maybe you should see him one last time.

If anyone told you a week ago that you’d be ignoring Wooyoung’s calls, you wouldn’t believe it, but here you are. You could’ve just block him for once and for all, but a little sick part within you liked to hear the proof of his neediness and desperation. Every call were the solid evidence that it wasn’t all in your head, in fact, he was the once who always seemed to cling to you.

The silence filled the room for barely five seconds, then the phone started ringing again.

You wish you could say you slept well that night, knowing that he wouldn’t leave any voicemails, that little prideful jerk. Instead, the same scene appeared over and over in your mind.

You still could feel his hands around your waist. He made it all so casual, natural and comfortable, like it was supposed to be that way between friends. However, you knew he only ever called you late at night, sometimes just to talk when he couldn’t fall asleep, others to beg you to come pick him up and somewhere in between those moments, he made you believe you were special to him. How special or in what way was a work in progress, you were unsure if his actions should worry you, if maybe it was more than friendly, until he made it all clear a week ago.

It was his birthday, so you did everything you could to make a memorable night, even baked the giant birthday cake yourself. Sometime after the loud music turned into background noise, he found you by the kitchen, then asked you to wait upstairs for him. His room was the only one locked in the entire house, so he left you with the key after sending one of his cheeky little winks your way. You still remember how giddy you felt, because you just received the perfect opportunity to give him that one watch he was thinking about buying it for months now.

The whole day you couldn’t really get a hold of him, something you can not blame Wooyoung of all people for, still, it was dangerously close to midnight. Was it too much to ask for some time with you best friend on his birthday? No, no it wasn’t. You weren’t asking for anything much than a simple conversation and a little bit of appreciation, something you were yet to hear from him. So you waited as much as your patience allowed.

Bu he didn’t show up.

And you knew exactly where he was, most likely having the time of his life surrounded by all your mutual friends, and you did love that about him. You’d always say that he was like your personal ray of sunshine, people like him would always have the spotlight and you also knew he enjoyed that very much. How can you wish something else for him on his day? You wish he had all the fun in the world and maybe share a bit with you as well.

So after waiting for fifteen minutes, you decided that you gave him enough grace already. Wooyoung could get lost in the moment sometimes, so you decided you were going to remind him in the pettiest way you could think of.

But none of that mattered when you laid eyes on him, standing at the bottom of the stairs. He held close one of your mutual closest friend, closer then you remembered them together before. They both were in a small circle by the wall, laughing at something he whispered. Were they a thing now? How did you not know? But there was a larger question taking all the space in your head. Is this how you look like beside him? You were used to the closeness, you enjoyed the intimacy, it could easily be you there right now.

Yet, it wasn’t you and it won’t be.

So why the hell can’t he accept that and deal with the consequences of his own actions? You were giving him what he asked for, space.

Still, he’s calling again.

CHOI SAN (최산)

The moment your existence intertwined with San’s back in college, it felt like people’s perception of you changed all of a sudden. You were nobody to most, then became somebody to him and as a consequence, someone to his friends and acquaintances. It would be fascinating to watch if it wasn’t your own life and if it wasn’t so freaking depressing. A frequent comment you’d hear was ‘how odd the two of you look next to each other’, and there was nothing you could do against a sly remark like that, specially when it comes from his so called friends, and you knew San always took that as a light joke about your differences in personalities.

You don’t remember how it happened, one day you sat beside him at the very back of a class you, so desperately, wanted to skip but couldn’t, the other day you both were attached to the hip. And how could you not? Never in you life you thought you’d describe a man as sweet, not with you at least, but there he was, every day, proving you wrong.

To be in the vicinity as someone like him was a once in a lifetime kind of experience, but to be his friend was another thing entirely. San was one of those people that can make you feel at the top of the world when he pays attention to you, the kind of person that truly seeks connection with those around him and when someone talks, he listens with all his body.

You tried to keep those pros in your mind, but more often than not you caught yourself pondering if it was still worth the headache after all those years, like right now.

You promised yourself you’d come to this stupid five-year college reunion, because otherwise San’d whine about it for a whole month, like you not coming would make him lonely somehow, like that was even a possibility.

Then, it started.

It always does one way or another.

This time was a “innocent joke” about how you glued yourself to San back in the day. They all laughed including yourself, you did not want to make a scene, you never do.

Then there was the stares at the two of you sitting beside each other. That was the funniest part for them, the simple thought that you could still have some hope for something to happen between the two of you to this day and age was hysterical. You could tell since the very start of your friendship what those people thought about you and what your place should be.

Maybe if you ever felt anything towards San in that way, it’d hurt you deeply, but you didn’t and still don’t, so it just pisses you off to no end. However, you don’t have the courage to bring it up and perhaps you should’ve done then, but now you barely see any of them, so what is it one more day?

“You’re good?”, he leaned towards you and his hands caressed your lower arm like it was second nature to him.

You nodded, then whispered as you grabbed your purse, “I’ll be back in a minute”.

It was a long walk to the nearest bathroom, outside of the gymnasium, long enough to calm yourself down and to think clearly.

All the while San was downing a drink after the other, laughing at something he barely heard from across the big table of 9 he was in. Red in the face, coughing like crazy in the middle of the chaos, he did not see you walking up to him.

“What?”, he asked the third time, leaning in to hear his friend better.

“Just admit it already, do you like her, don’t you?”

It took him a few seconds to figure it out what that was about, then a flash of you came into his mind and the recognition on his face was clear to them all. He sobered up quick and sat upright, putting his body weight on top of the table.

You don’t hear what the answer was and you don’t need to. Their laughter, his laughter, echoed in between the song change.

So maybe he wasn’t that innocent after all.

Taglist: @h3arteyes4mingi

-> When they reject you…

... but it wasn't a confession (WOOSAN version)

Genre: angst-ish, bittersweet endings, unrequited love (hard to say from each side tho)

Tags/ Warnings: angsty; bittersweet endings; implied bullying in San's part not done by him; implied body shame in San's part not done by him; San's a coward and don't do anything about it; i don't even now what to say about wooyoung's part, that's a warning?

WC: 1,4 k

N/A: I said that I'd make more of these and here they are (after 8 whole months, I'm so sorry). I didn't forget about the lovely people that loved the MATZ version, this is for you guys!

Please reblog my work if you enjoyed it, it helps to reach other people <3

MATZ Version

Ateez Masterlist

JEONG WOOYOUNG (정우영)

You heard the soft buzz of your phone on your beside table, yet the only thing you did was turn around and adjust the thick blanket under your chin. It was getting cold by the minute and a simple thought crossed your mind before you closed your eyes once again, maybe you should see him one last time.

If anyone told you a week ago that you’d be ignoring Wooyoung’s calls, you wouldn’t believe it, but here you are. You could’ve just block him for once and for all, but a little sick part within you liked to hear the proof of his neediness and desperation. Every call were the solid evidence that it wasn’t all in your head, in fact, he was the once who always seemed to cling to you.

The silence filled the room for barely five seconds, then the phone started ringing again.

You wish you could say you slept well that night, knowing that he wouldn’t leave any voicemails, that little prideful jerk. Instead, the same scene appeared over and over in your mind.

You still could feel his hands around your waist. He made it all so casual, natural and comfortable, like it was supposed to be that way between friends. However, you knew he only ever called you late at night, sometimes just to talk when he couldn’t fall asleep, others to beg you to come pick him up and somewhere in between those moments, he made you believe you were special to him. How special or in what way was a work in progress, you were unsure if his actions should worry you, if maybe it was more than friendly, until he made it all clear a week ago.

It was his birthday, so you did everything you could to make a memorable night, even baked the giant birthday cake yourself. Sometime after the loud music turned into background noise, he found you by the kitchen, then asked you to wait upstairs for him. His room was the only one locked in the entire house, so he left you with the key after sending one of his cheeky little winks your way. You still remember how giddy you felt, because you just received the perfect opportunity to give him that one watch he was thinking about buying it for months now.

The whole day you couldn’t really get a hold of him, something you can not blame Wooyoung of all people for, still, it was dangerously close to midnight. Was it too much to ask for some time with you best friend on his birthday? No, no it wasn’t. You weren’t asking for anything much than a simple conversation and a little bit of appreciation, something you were yet to hear from him. So you waited as much as your patience allowed.

Bu he didn’t show up.

And you knew exactly where he was, most likely having the time of his life surrounded by all your mutual friends, and you did love that about him. You’d always say that he was like your personal ray of sunshine, people like him would always have the spotlight and you also knew he enjoyed that very much. How can you wish something else for him on his day? You wish he had all the fun in the world and maybe share a bit with you as well.

So after waiting for fifteen minutes, you decided that you gave him enough grace already. Wooyoung could get lost in the moment sometimes, so you decided you were going to remind him in the pettiest way you could think of.

But none of that mattered when you laid eyes on him, standing at the bottom of the stairs. He held close one of your mutual closest friend, closer then you remembered them together before. They both were in a small circle by the wall, laughing at something he whispered. Were they a thing now? How did you not know? But there was a larger question taking all the space in your head. Is this how you look like beside him? You were used to the closeness, you enjoyed the intimacy, it could easily be you there right now.

Yet, it wasn’t you and it won’t be.

So why the hell can’t he accept that and deal with the consequences of his own actions? You were giving him what he asked for, space.

Still, he’s calling again.

CHOI SAN (최산)

The moment your existence intertwined with San’s back in college, it felt like people’s perception of you changed all of a sudden. You were nobody to most, then became somebody to him and as a consequence, someone to his friends and acquaintances. It would be fascinating to watch if it wasn’t your own life and if it wasn’t so freaking depressing. A frequent comment you’d hear was ‘how odd the two of you look next to each other’, and there was nothing you could do against a sly remark like that, specially when it comes from his so called friends, and you knew San always took that as a light joke about your differences in personalities.

You don’t remember how it happened, one day you sat beside him at the very back of a class you, so desperately, wanted to skip but couldn’t, the other day you both were attached to the hip. And how could you not? Never in you life you thought you’d describe a man as sweet, not with you at least, but there he was, every day, proving you wrong.

To be in the vicinity as someone like him was a once in a lifetime kind of experience, but to be his friend was another thing entirely. San was one of those people that can make you feel at the top of the world when he pays attention to you, the kind of person that truly seeks connection with those around him and when someone talks, he listens with all his body.

You tried to keep those pros in your mind, but more often than not you caught yourself pondering if it was still worth the headache after all those years, like right now.

You promised yourself you’d come to this stupid five-year college reunion, because otherwise San’d whine about it for a whole month, like you not coming would make him lonely somehow, like that was even a possibility.

Then, it started.

It always does one way or another.

This time was a “innocent joke” about how you glued yourself to San back in the day. They all laughed including yourself, you did not want to make a scene, you never do.

Then there was the stares at the two of you sitting beside each other. That was the funniest part for them, the simple thought that you could still have some hope for something to happen between the two of you to this day and age was hysterical. You could tell since the very start of your friendship what those people thought about you and what your place should be.

Maybe if you ever felt anything towards San in that way, it’d hurt you deeply, but you didn’t and still don’t, so it just pisses you off to no end. However, you don’t have the courage to bring it up and perhaps you should’ve done then, but now you barely see any of them, so what is it one more day?

“You’re good?”, he leaned towards you and his hands caressed your lower arm like it was second nature to him.

You nodded, then whispered as you grabbed your purse, “I’ll be back in a minute”.

It was a long walk to the nearest bathroom, outside of the gymnasium, long enough to calm yourself down and to think clearly.

All the while San was downing a drink after the other, laughing at something he barely heard from across the big table of 9 he was in. Red in the face, coughing like crazy in the middle of the chaos, he did not see you walking up to him.

“What?”, he asked the third time, leaning in to hear his friend better.

“Just admit it already, do you like her, don’t you?”

It took him a few seconds to figure it out what that was about, then a flash of you came into his mind and the recognition on his face was clear to them all. He sobered up quick and sat upright, putting his body weight on top of the table.

You don’t hear what the answer was and you don’t need to. Their laughter, his laughter, echoed in between the song change.

So maybe he wasn’t that innocent after all.

Taglist: @h3arteyes4mingi

san please

it’s not his fault!