What About Me? - San X Reader
Part of the CODN Spring Event - The Language of Flowers
Genre: Angst, Non-idol!AU, Best Friend!AU
Pairing: San X GN!Reader
Words: 1,704
Rating: E for Everyone :)
Warnings: Jealousy, alluded to the fact reader doesn't have a shirt on at times
A/n: So, I really wanted to play around with how different flowers have different meanings, and could be interpreted differently depending on the person. Hehe, As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
Summary: An innocent gesture, or something much deeper?
Yellow Rose - Jealousy
The sound of his knock echoes loudly in his ears as San stands on your front porch. A bundle of flowers rests in his hands, shifting himself from foot to foot as he waits for you to answer the door. You had asked him to come over, and as he recalls the reason why, he cannot help but let out a sigh.
“Oh, good!” You grin as soon as the front door swings open. “You’re here!”
Without wasting another moment, you tug him inside.
“Andy will be here soon, and I just can’t decide if I should wear the red shirt, or the yellow shirt!” Your voice is a little frantic as you waste no time marching right back into your room.
You didn’t even notice the flowers.
Slipping off his shoes, San follows you silently into your bedroom where he already sees you tossing clothing everywhere onto the floor. You’re rambling about this new guy you met - Andy - and San cannot help but to nod almost absentmindedly along to your words.
He’ll give it a week, and then you’re sure to come crying to him again about how yet another man has disappointed you. Another man that isn’t him.
If only you would give him a chance. Maybe then you could see just how much of a gentleman he could be to you. He already treats you like royalty, but you simply refuse to acknowledge that anything is there.
San knows he’s not the only one that sees it. All of your other friends have always commented on the chemistry the two of you share. From jokes about getting married, to teasing remarks about already being a seasoned couple, every comment seemingly goes right over your head. That, or you simply refuse to acknowledge how well you two fit together.
No. After so many years together, you refuse to acknowledge San as anything but your friend.
It drives him insane. Can’t you see how much he cares for you? Do you not realize the extents he would go to lay the whole world at your feet, if only you asked him to? Either way, San knows that he’s desperately in love with you, but you never seem to feel the same way.
Letting out another sigh, San sits forward. Resting his elbows on his knees, he fiddles with the large bouquet in his hands as your voice dies out in your throat.
Finally, it seems as if he’s gotten your attention.
“Who are those for?” You blink curiously, leaning into him so that he can practically smell your intoxicating perfume over the scent of the yellow roses clutched in his hands. “Did you finally manage to score a date yourself after so long?”
San’s gaze, which had been intently focuses on the blooming flowers, shifts upwards to met your own.
“No. If I were bringing flowers for a date, they wouldn’t be yellow.” He hums, sitting up fully in his spot.
“I was gonna say,” you chuckle, moving back over to your closet to pick out another shirt. This time, it’s purple. His favourite colour. “If you’re going to get roses for someone whom you’re romantically involved, yellow is probably the worst colour you could choose.”
“Oh?” San quirks a brow at you, watching you intently.
“Yeah.” You hum casually, turning back to face him once your slip on your shirt. “Don’t you know that yellow roses signify friendship?”
This time, both his brows raise at you in mild disbelief. “Do they?”
That’s certainly not what he was going for, but if that’s how you want to interpret them, who is he to stop you. It’s probably better if you think that, anyways. The last thing he needs is to get into another argument with you over his jealousy.
“So…” you trail off, a knowing grin tugging at the corner of your lips. “Who are they for?”
“Well, obviously I brought them for you.” He offers you the bouquet of roses, just as he’s always offered you his heart.
And like always, his meaning seems to go right over your head.
“Oh, Sannie!” A brilliant smile stretches out across your features as you reach out to take the flowers from his hands. “You shouldn’t have!”
Little do you see the way his whole body jolts, his breath hitching as your fingers brush lightly over his skin. The gently kiss of gratitude you place upon the skin of his cheek only serves to make the warmth in his chest blossom, spreading outwards pleasantly. All the way until it reaches the very tips of his fingers.
“What’s the occasion?” There’s a teasing lilt to your voice as you walk out of your room and towards the kitchen.
San, of course, is eager to follow you out, his eyes drooping slightly as he purses his lips. Though, the moment you turn around, a glass vase in hand, he’s back to looking every part of the chipper male you’ve come to know.
“Can I not bring flowers to the most beautiful person I know?” The corner of his lips quirk upwards, but the grin doesn’t fully reach his eyes.
“You can bring me flowers like this anytime, Sannie Boy,” You giggle, and the melodic sounds sets his heart racing inside of his chest.
Hearing such a joyful sound, and knowing that he’s the cause of it… well… to him, there is no greater feeling. Even if he’s stuck as your friend for all eternity, that is where he wants to stay. There is no place he would rather be than by your side, where he knows he’s always belonged. His only wish is that he could be more.
“I’m just glad you like them.” His reply is gentle, glancing up at you through his lashes.
San watches you as you place the bouquet in that glass vase, noting the way your fingertips gently trace over the side of the silken petals. If only he could being doing the same to you right now. He’d pull you close, his arms wrapped securely around you as he whispers that you’ll never have to worry about another thing ever again. He would tell you all about his promises to protect you, to be there for you, and how he only wants to make you smile every and any chance he gets.
You are the light of his life, and he only ever wants to be the light in yours.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” He blinks, so caught up in his own thoughts for the moment, that the final touch he had brought with him nearly slips his mind.
Reaching into his pocket, San pulls out a small red ribbon. Stepping forward, he ties a simple, neat bow around the stems of the roses, smiling at you all the while.
“San.” A soft smile pulls at your features, a hand coming up to rest over your heart as you breathlessly sigh his name. “Thank you.”
“I’m just glad you like them.” He repeats his words from moments earlier, inclining his head softly.
His eyes shine with nothing but adoration for you, longing to step forward and cup your cheek in his hand. Only, he cannot. So, he’ll happily settle for the small moments, such as this, that you give him now.
You meet his gaze, that tender expression still pulling at your features. An expression of which that causes San’s heart to absolutely flutter inside of his chest.
“Oh, I more than like them, Sannie.” You pause in your movements of brushing your thumb over a petal as you smile at him. “I love them.”
You tug a single rose free from its confines in the vase, careful not to ruin the beautiful display.
“What are you doing?” San quirks a brow, watching as you step closer to him with that single rose in your hand.
A blink, and you offer it to him with a large smile stretching across your features.
“Giving my best friend a flower.” You reply cheekily. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
Though your meaning might be vastly different than his, his heart still warms at the action.
He wastes no time in reaching out to gently grasp the stem you offer him, bringing the fresh bloom to his nose and inhaling its scent.
The corner of his lips twitch upwards.
Just as he goes to respond, another knock sounds at your door. The way you visibly perk up, scurrying over to answer whoever it is, makes San’s heart squeeze painfully in his chest.
You had just been sharing such a tender moment, too…
With one final look at the golden bouquet, San turns away. Letting out a long breath through his nose, he walks towards your font door, leaning on the wall lightly with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze scans over this new guy - Andy - and the first thing San notices is how empty his hands are.
Not even a single flower for you.
San shakes his head. His eyes narrow pointedly at the tall male across from him, hand tightening on the single stem held in his own hand.
“Sorry I’m late,” Andy says, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his head sheepishly. “You look beautiful.”
At the giggle you let out, San feels his heart squeeze painfully in his chest once more.
He purses his lips, listening to you chat excitedly with this new male, who, in San’s opinion, does not deserve even a second of your attention.
Andy doesn’t bring you flowers.
San does.
“Alright, I’ll be back later.” You say, reaching for your bag as you send one final look San’s way.
San can only offer you a tight smile in return, your focus almost immediately back on Andy as soon as those words are out of your mouth. He can only watch on, a crushing pain in his chest, as you exit through the front door, waving a final goodbye to him over your shoulder.
As San watches you walk away from him, yet again, in the arms of another male, that familiar jealous beast inside of him rears its ugly head.
The stem of the yellow rose finally snaps in his hand.