#drunkteez

[jxerv]

[ San x Fem!Reader ] — One shot, fluff — Ateez masterlist — wc: 1568

THE STUDIO lights were so bright they seemed to want to steal the sun's place, even though outside the night had already spread its dark veil over Seoul. The air was filled with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses; the show's recording was almost over, but the festive mood lingered in the air.

Choi San was not someone who handled alcohol well. Everyone knew it. He knew it too, but that night, between one toast and another, his glass had been filled too many times and emptied too easily. His cheeks were flushed pink, his eyes were laughing without any real reason, and his voice, normally warm and controlled, had grown soft and slurred.

Wooyoung watched him closely, arms crossed and a half-smile of amusement on his face.

«San-ah... maybe you should slow down a little.» he murmured softly, but San only answered with a loud, contagious laugh.

«No, no, no, I'm fine!» he stammered between chuckles, raising his glass halfway in the air before drinking it. «It's just that...» he trailed off, his gaze suddenly turning serious, lost in the void in front of him. «I miss Y/n.»

Seonghwa, sitting beside him, looked up from his glass, exchanging an alarmed glance with Wooyoung. San was talking about a supposed girlfriend in front of several cameras, and that was definitely not good.

«Oh really?» Wooyoung tried to lighten the mood, pretending to be casual. «Well, that's normal, but maybe don't say it in front of the cameras, okay?»

San looked up at him with a mix of hurt and innocence, wondering why Wooyoung, who had always listened to him yap about Y/n without complaint, was trying to hush him now. «What's wrong with that? She's my girlfriend! I'm not ashamed of her.» he protested, his voice louder than necessary, drawing Hongjoong's alerted gaze toward him.

Seonghwa quickly placed a steady hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. «Yes, yes, we all know, and you're right, Y/n is really lucky to have a boyfriend like you.» he said quickly, forcing a smile while shooting a panicked glance at the cameraman whom was adjusting his camera for the next take. «But maybe we can talk about it later, okay?»

San frowned his eyebrows, scrunching his nose, then burst out laughing again, leaning against Wooyoung's shoulder with a sigh. «You're just jealous, admit it...»

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, annoyed at his best friend drunk attitude. «Yeah, sure, super jealous. Now drink some water, come on.»

San didn't argue, grabbing the bottle Wooyoung handed him and drinking it all in one gulp. His head was spinning, his eyes heavy, but he couldn't stop the smile creeping onto his lips at the thought of you waiting for him.

The night ended with tired laughter and empty promises of "never drinking that much again" that no one intended to keep anyway. When the studio lights finally went out, San collapsed onto the back seat of the car, his head tilted to the side.

«I want to see Y/n.» San murmured for the fifth time in ten minutes, staring out the window. «I have to tell her that... that...»

«That you miss her, yes, we know.» sighed Seonghwa, glancing at Wooyoung in resignation. «I think that if we don't take him to her, he won't sleep tonight.»

Wooyoung sighed in annoyance but nodded anyway. «Fine, but if she kills us for bringing him back drunk, you're taking the blame for both of us.»

Seonghwa chuckled, almost able to picture your irritated face when opening the door. With a resigned sigh, he told the driver the new destination.

When you opened the door, your hair a little messy, still in a warm pajamas, the sight before you made you sigh and smile at the same time. San was there, supported by Seonghwa and Wooyoung, his expression happy and completely lost. «Hi...» he slurred, spreading his arms as if to hug you from afar.

«I can't believe it.» you muttered, rubbing your forehead in exasperation and holding back a sigh. «Did he really drink that much?»

«"That much" is an understatement.»Wooyoung replied, trying not to laugh as you lifted an eyebrow with a pointed look. «We tried to stop him, but he started making love confessions in front of the cameras, so... we thought it'd be safer to get him out before he started a rumor.»

You shook your head and stepped aside to let them in. «Put him on the couch. Thanks for bringing him back in one piece.»

With some effort, the two men gently sat San on the couch. He huffed, trying to find a comfortable position, then opened his alcohol-bright eyes to look at you with a confused expression.

«Who are you?» he asked, his tone disarmingly serious.

Wooyoung covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing, turning away completely, while Seonghwa gave San a light smack. «She's your girlfriend, you idiot.»

But San shook his head stubbornly. «No, my girlfriend is more... more...» He gestured vaguely with his hand before letting it fall tiredly onto his stomach, not finishing the sentence.

You laughed softly, covering your mouth with one hand. «Your girlfriend will be back soon, don't worry.» you gently guided him to lie down fully on the couch, gently rubbing his shoulders. «In the meantime, you rest, okay?»

San frowned as if trying to piece together a puzzle. He delicately removed your hands from his shoulders and looked at you straight in the eyes. «I don't think my girlfriend would like you touching me like that. She's crazy jealous, you know?» he said, his words slurred but his tone serious.

You chuckled, brushing his forehead affectionately. «Crazy jealous, mh? I see, then I'll be very careful. Now close your eyes, okay? I'll make you some tea.»

«Tea?» he murmured, already half-asleep. «Only if you make it really sweet.»

«As always, San.»

Then Wooyoung and Seonghwa headed for the door, keeping an eye for the man on the couch. «Call us if you need help.» Seonghwa said kindly.

You smiled gratefully, nodding. «Thanks, guys, but I don't think he'll give me much trouble.» she looked at her boyfriend, finding him turning on the sofa a few times.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket. «He'd better not, or I'll kick his ass tomorrow.»

The two left, and you found yourself moving into the kitchen with light steps. The house was quiet, interrupted only by the hiss of boiling water and the faint ticking of the wall clock. The movie you were watching was still playing on the tv, illuminating San's siluette. You liked quiet evenings like this, though this one was far from calm.

You turned briefly toward the living room. San hadn't moved, his head tilted to the side, one arm hanging loosely, the other draped over his eyes as if shielding himself from an imaginary light. His face looked so peaceful that you couldn't help but smile.

You returned with a steaming cup of tea and set it on the wooden coffee table in front of the couch. «San, honey, I made you some tea.» you said gently, touching his arm.

He stirred slightly, then lowered the arm covering his face, looking at you as though seeing you for the first time in years. His eyes lit up with love. «Babe!» he exclaimed, his voice thick with sleep but full of joy. «You're here! You won't believe it but there was a crazy woman trying to seduce me."

You raised an eyebrow, barely suppressing a chuckle. «Really? And what happened to this crazy woman?»

«I sent her away, of course.» San said proudly, gently taking her hand and pulling her toward him. «I didn't want her touching me, I only want to be touched by you.»

The movement was so sudden that you lost your balance and lightly fell onto his chest. The familiar scent of alcohol filled your lungs, making your wrinkle your nose.

«Careful.» you whispered looking at his lips, giggling. «You'll make me fall.»

San smiled at the sound of your voice, his eyes still closed, focusing only on your tone. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you softly against his chest. His body was warm, like a lit fire that gently enveloped you. «First of all, I would never let you fall, second, you already fell for me.» he murmured, his voice low and sleepy. «Don't go away, okay?»

You relaxed in his arms, your heart pounding against your chest. Your ran your fingers through his black, soft, messy hair, then paused for a moment to look at him. His eyelashes were long, his lips slightly parted, and his expression so serene that all irritation melted away.

«You're such a mess, you know that?» you whispered softly against his cheek, kissing him gently.

«Mmh?» he hummed, his mind light, already halfway between dream and reality.

San didn't say anything else. His breathing grew slower with each stroke of your fingers, lost in dreams. Every now and then, his fingers moved lightly against your pajama fabric, as if seeking you even in his sleep.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart lulling you to sleep. One of San's arms tightened around your waist, keeping you from falling.

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Drunkteez always give us something good 😃

[storkmuffin]

This just went up today, but especially in light of your excellent insights into San behaving at a meal/table.... I'm not sure how long they were drinking before camera's started rolling, but he was absolutely off his face by about 30 seconds in, bless.

https://youtu.be/SxPTgpdboiQ

Also featuring Mingi hyping up the tiniest room like he's in a full-on stadium (and doing a fantastic job!)

One of them - I forget, sorry- said they'd had about two glasses before the shooting for this began.

Disclaimer: Apparently getting to do this drunk content is meant to be an indication that your group has really Arrived. I don't quite get why but sure. This is where my being Korean does not alleviate my fundamental lack of information about what's normal or a milestone or whatever inside the Idol music genre, so I apologize in advance for the highly personal and specific nature of my response.

Ateez are so obsessively, compulsively, endlessly rehearsed that they can be really quite drunk and still perform these songs. Is this normal? I'm not a showbiz person, so I don't know, but I think that people who are part of a long running Broadway show or something also get like this, where they can turn in a professional performance under almost any physical condition as long as they are even halfway conscious. They must really live these songs day in day out.

This was a moment, during Wave, where my being a still relatively new Atiny who is also not terribly interested in like, the whole history of everything that's ever happened, is an obstacle. Yunho asks, "Do you know what this song is??" in a voice that sounds like he's mimicking Mingi, and then Mingi comes from behind to choke him, so I assume this is another one of those Eternal Yoke of Teasing that Mingi is trapped in?

Can anyone explain?

Unlike a Broadway play, though, when Mingi fumbles his lines, neither Seonghwa nor Yunho let it pass. At all.

If I was at an actual 회식 (hwesik) I would fight everyone to go sit next to these two, and only these two. Jongho is such a solid dude. He's really growing on me. And kind of like how I assume that people that my cat feels comfy with are great humans, the fact that the Untouchable Yeosang is so at ease with Jongho only adds to his aura.

If I were to conduct character analyses of this group based on just this one video, I would have to conclude that there's exactly one really cool guy, one really solid guy, and then six total doofuses, two of whom are exceptionally camera conscious and controlled, and four that are normal people.

One of the abnormal doofuses, of course, is Yunho.

There's always this guy. The overly strong one who gets suddenly very physical with the furniture in a drinking setting. And yeah, they're also usually the biggest one, and nobody can stop them.

Seonghwa says, with that air of surprise, "I'm actually getting drunk." This is Seonghwa being extremely relatable because I too (apparently) announce it to the table, unasked, when I feel myself getting drunk, with this same look and tone of surprise, even though I was the one drinking.

Then you get a demonstration from Yunho and Wooyoung of Good Drinking Etiquette. If you're someone who can hold his liquor, you're supposed to keep an eye on the weaker members of the pack to make sure they pace themselves. I'll say this for Yunho - he reacts fast, and correctly. The active body language of intervention is part of the correct behavior.

Wooyoung also running intervention. He suggests that Seonghwa needs to drink water, and when that doesn't really seem to work, he too stands up and engages in active body language to make sure Seonghwa keeps to a pace he can manage.

They have lost San, completely, pretty early on, and the Right Way to deal with someone like him, and there's again always that one guy, the ones who can't drink but also don't vomit, cry, or get violent. You include him in the group and socially reinforce his not-fun-but-just-fine way of being drunk by telling everyone (or him) that he's just real quiet when he drinks.

Jongho and Seonghwa play that role here, for San.

You know how I said there were two unusual doofuses, and one of them is Yunho? The other one is Yeosang. They are imbibing at what looks like the same pace as everyone else, and yet they never fail to address the camera. And Yeosang is cooler than Yunho - Yunho just does the choreo. Who is he outside the choreo? Does he know?

Seriously, these two are always somehow center frame, looking at the camera, hitting their angles.

So Wooyoung is the cool guy because he's the only one who actually brings up a general, relatable, light topic of conversation that can keep the mood bright and people engaged. For example, in answer to the question, What sort of performance stage makes you the most nervous? He has a creative answer - throwing the first pitch! Yunho relates so hard.

Wooyoung also tries to bridge the strange east-west divide that keeps happening at this table because Seonghwa and Mingi literally have nothing to say to each other, ever. He does it by addressing Jongho, who is usually a great partner for him in banter.

Which hyung is the least dignified these days, he asks, basically. (Literally he asks, Who's the hyung that comes crawling down to you, meaning, on the bottom of the hierarchy ladder where the maknae lives). And Jongho is like, I'm glad you asked, and says YOU. And Wooyoung pouts and they have a drink.

Then Mingi does the thing. The thing you're not supposed to do, actually at a hwesik or a drinking outing, but people do, constantly. And since Mingi specializes in doing stuff you're not supposed to do if it fits what he thinks is right, here goes.

Mingi tattles on Jongho to outsiders, kind of using their presence as a backup and a protection for the score settling attack he's about to launch. San is out of it, asleep, kaput, gone. Seonghwa generally does not really care what Mingi is saying, I think. But Yunho is totally alert, all systems on red, because he can sense the disturbance in the force.

All Mingi has said is, "I asked Jongho to go to dinner..."

But Yunho know something is up, and he looks to see if either Wooyoung or Hongjoong can be of use. I think he concludes that they cannot, because he runs intervention as soon as Mingi finishes the setup for his tattletale - "And Jongho said he didn't want to eat.."

"Take a shot! Take a shot!" And make up the spat, whatever it is. Yunho doesn't say it to Mingi because probably it's no use He's addressing Jongho. Mingi refuses to be led back to the socially smooth path.

He finishes telling the story, that after refusing Mingi, Jongho was spotted by Mingi going out with San. Meanwhile, Yunho has smiled for the crew (and the camera) and glares at Mingi. Mingi isn't supposed to do this, but he's doing it.

Hongjoong takes Mingi's side, and because the point is to make this awkwardness introduced by Mingi end as soon as possible, leans on the more socially adept Jongho hard by saying, We won't hear your explanation. Hongjoong is very often on Mingi's 'side' but I don't know if he genuinely is, or if this is the less costly method.

Then Wooyoung takes over the leadership for the mood again, and calls on San to do his cute aegyo.

Seonghwa speaks up, suddenly, to say, "It's a special weapon to save the day when the vibes are bad." (Because the vibes almost went bad just now). Yeosang is doing Yunho's same placating smile at the third party production crew. Jongho is just annoyed.

San gives it a hearty go, because he's a kind boy and drunk and he has heard the beseeching tone in Seonghwa's voice that said, Do the thing and please lift the mood please please.

Jongho recovers enough to do this killer follow up, to the delight of everyone.

During the next to final singing bit, the theater kid takes over again, and Wooyoung, as the one cool guy, puts a stop to it with a smile.

Wooyoung was MVP this outing, saving the day repeatedly.

I'm really excited for the upcoming concert. Despite it being the comeback song, Lemon Drop seems to already be residing in the members' bones. I can't wait to see it live.

Public health announcement: Don't drink the green bottle soju. It's shite. Absolutely shite. It's a cheap chemical bastardization of proper soju, which is delicious and doesn't give you nightmare hangovers. Soju in green bottles is SHIT, kind of like how wine coolers are not actually wine. Nobody I know voluntarily drinks the green bottle soju. I mean, all alcohol is carcinogenic, especially for women, but that's neither here nor there.

[stayteezdreams]

Eggnog Confession

Plot: While at a Christmas party, San drinks a little too much spiked Eggnog. Now he can't keep his thoughts, or secrets to himself.

Pairing: Choi San x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking/alcohol. Drunk!San. Drunk!Confession. Embarrassed San. "Spiked" Drink in reference to the eggnog being alcoholic without San's knowledge.

Words: 2.8k

You grunted in frustration as you finally got to your apartment door. Your arm and shoulder was aching as San was leaning on you with nearly his full weight. He hummed Christmas songs under his breath as you pulled your key from your bag and unlocked your door.

At first you had every intention of taking him back to his dorm, but your place was closer, and you were already tired. Not just from the Christmas party, but the event in itself of taking care of a drunk San.

You wish you had learned he had drank so much eggnog earlier than you did. By the time you found him he was long-gone. After some pleading from the others who wished to stay at the party a little longer, you ended up being the one to take him home.

"Okay, come on."

San groaned as he drug his feet alongside you. As he mumbled something unintelligible, you frowned.

"What?"

Lifting his head, his hot breath fanned your ear as he spoke again. "You're so beautiful. You're always so beautiful."

You felt your heart rate spike at his words as you swallowed nervously. Shaking your head softly you led him to the couch and plopped him down.

He's drunk, his words don't mean anything.

"I'm gonna get you some water okay?"

He nodded as he grinned lazily, his eyes mostly shut and his face flushed pink. God how you wished you found him annoying rather than cute.

Bringing him back a glass of water, he reached out and cupped his hands around yours, keeping you from letting go of the glass as he drank from it. As you tried to remove your hands he whined, making you let out a soft chuckle.

"I'm not trying to take it, I just want my hands back."

"No. I want them."

"You want my hands?"

He nodded stiffly. "They're so soft."

Ignoring the way your stomach swirled, you let out a soft sigh.

He really just says whatever comes to mind doesn't he?

"You can have them later, but for now I need them."

He paused as he stared at you blankly, after blinking slowly, he nodded softly and let go.

After helping him take off his shoes and getting him a blanket you tried to get him to lie down, with much difficulty.

Kneeling on your knees by the couch you placed the blanket over him. "You'll feel better after you sleep."

"But I don't want to sleep, I want to stay with you!"

He probably doesn't even know who he's talking to at this point.

"We can talk in the morning."

"But that's so far away."

As he pouted, you couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped. Suddenly San leaned forward, his face mere inches from yours. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him in surprise.

"So pretty." He mumbled as he grinned crookedly at you, his eyes grazing across your features.

You swallowed stiffly as you gently pushed him to lie back against the couch.

If you knew you'd have to deal with this, you probably wouldn't have taken him home yourself. You already struggled with your feelings for San on a day-to-day basis. Now, hearing him say things to you you would die to hear, and knowing his drunken words probably aren't meant for you, only made your chest ache.

Seeing that San had settled down, you assumed he was finally giving in to sleep. You patted his knee softly as you began to rise.

"Would you date me?"

You froze as you looked back at him, startled by his widened and intense gaze. For a moment it appeared as though he was sober, but you knew better.

"What?"

"Would I make a good boyfriend?"

Your chest tightened as you softly nodded, your voice soft. "Yes, you would."

"So then why wont you date me?"

His voice was soft, and his gaze sad as he appeared almost heart-broken.

Who does he think I am? Is there some unrequited love he never told me about?

Your heart clenched at the thought of him loving someone like that. Of him aching about their rejection even when drunk. Were they always on his mind like this?

You smiled sadly down at him. "You haven't asked me."

San stared at you in silence for a moment before he muttered out a soft "Oh."

Before you could process it, he jumped forward, grabbing you by your wrist and dragged you down onto his lap.

Your widened eyes stared into his tired yet determined ones. You attempted to stand up, so you weren't sitting on him but he held you down.

"Will you go out with me?"

The tightness in your chest only worsened as you let out a soft shaky sigh. How long had you been imagining him asking you that? Only to hear him mutter it in drunken heartbreak at the thought of someone else.

What if the person he's thinking of heard him now? What if they were in your place instead? Would they reject him again? Or would they realize their mistake and accept him?

You smiled sadly at him as he continued to stare at you. "I'm not who you think I am San. These words aren't meant for me."

Even in San's drunken haze, he could sense the sadness in your words. His eyes focused on your face, on your features he knew so well.

Releasing one of your arms, he reached up and gently touched your face. His confusion only grew.

He frowned as he shook his head softly in confusion. "Aren't you Y/n?"

Feeling as though your heart stopped, you swallowed nervously.

"What?" He stared at you, confusion still present on his face. "What if I'm not Y/n?"

He frowned as he leaned away from you, blinking as if he was trying to make out who you really were.

"If you're not-" Suddenly releasing his grip he shook his head, "-then I'm not interested."

You almost let out a bewildered laugh. Had those words, those heart-broken eyes really been meant for you all along?

Standing up, you stared down at him as he crossed his arms and looked away from you like an upset toddler.

"Would- would you only be interested in dating me if I was Y/n?"

Nodding his head confidently your heart felt as though it was about to pop out of your chest. Are these his genuine feelings? Or just drunken thoughts he doesn't truly mean?

"I only want Y/n."

You stared down at San as he stared off into space, his voice was blunt, but still slurred.

"I want to take them on dates and hold their hand, and kiss them. I want to hug them whenever I want too, and sleep beside them."

He let out a sad sigh as you stared at him in stunned awe. He closed his eyes as he started to feel sleep take over his body.

"But Y/n doesn't want me."

You felt your stomach knot at his words. Why did he think that? You thought your feelings were obvious, at least that's what the other's had told you before. He spoke as if you had rejected him, but you never recalled a moment like that.

"Y/n deserves better than me, but I hate the idea of them being with anyone else. It has to be. It can only be me."

"I think you're wrong San."

"Hmm?"

He turned his head towards your voice, but failed to open his eyes.

"I think Y/n likes you very much."

You saw a smile tug at his lips, "Really?"

You nodded, knowing he couldn't see you. "Really."

The small smile on his face slowly faded as he drifted into a deep sleep. You watched him for a while, unable to move from your spot as your brain seemed to spin.

He hasn't gotten this drunk in a long time, you doubted he would remember anything he said tonight.

Maybe that was for the best.

If his feelings were as he said, he would be embarrassed that this was how you found out. If they weren't as he said, you would both be embarrassed, and you would be heartbroken.

As you placed another blanket over him before heading to bed, you decided not to tell San about what happened tonight. If he remembered on his own, things will go from there. But the fear that the feelings he expressed weren't true, made your chest ache. So for now, you wanted to believe them, just for a little while.

When San woke the next morning his head ached as his vision swam. He groaned as he slowly sat up, taking in his surroundings. It took him a moment to recognize where he was. When he spotted your familiar slippers by the door, it became clear that you had rescued him from himself at the party.

Hearing some noise behind him, he turned around, seeing you in the kitchen. Slowly, he rose from the couch, trying not to lose his balance as he made his way to the kitchen. His eyes grazed over your pajama-clad figure and he felt butterflies in his stomach. Oh how he would love to see this every morning.

San's groggy voice startled you as you turned to see him standing in the kitchen entrance. His hair was a mess and his face puffy from the previous nights escapades.

The memory of what happened the previous night rushed through your brain and you pushed it away as you smiled at him in pity.

"Morning. Coffee?"

He nodded softly, the movement hurting as he sat at the kitchen counter.

"I didn't give you too much trouble did I?"

You felt your stomach sink for a second as his words proved you had been correct. He did not remember what happened. Though, he hadn't been awake very long, memories could still surface.

You shook your head. "It was hard getting you anywhere, but besides that, no."

He smiled softly, light embarrassment on his features. "I don't even remember drinking that much." He frowned as he stared down at the coffee you handed him.

You let out a soft scoff and he looked up at you.

"You know all that eggnog you were shooting back?" He nodded his head and you smiled, "That was spiked eggnog."

"Sp-spiked?!" His own voice made him wince from the volume before he let out a soft sigh, "You mean there was alcohol in that?"

You nodded, "A lot. You really couldn't tell?"

He shook his head with an embarrassed chuckle. "I had never had eggnog before, so I thought it just tasted like that."

You chuckled as you shook your head, handing him some medicine for his hangover, "Well, now you know better."

He smiled at you as he took the medicine. "Thank you."

San watched you closely as you turned away from him, you had avoided eye contact with him most of the time you were talking. Did something happen last night you weren't telling him about?

"So, I didn't embarrass myself or anything?"

He saw you freeze for a split-second, something he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been watching you so closely.

You shook your head and chuckled, "Nothing more than usual."

He smiled as he nodded his head, not believing you.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?"

You shook your head, '"No, go ahead."

As San took a shower, he tried to focus on his memories from last night. He remembered playing darts, and then sitting with the guys. Then he remembered you helping him leave the party.

He groaned as he rubbed his face, trying to remember more.

When you got to your apartment, you set him on the couch, he felt his heart spike a little as he recalled...flirting? No, complimenting. He called you beautiful. Was that enough to make you feel awkward around him?

He shook his head, no it had to be more. As he focused, little pieces came back to him and he felt his chest tightening.

He remembered asking you out, pulling you into his lap, and...confessing his feelings.

He pressed his face against the shower wall as he cursed himself.

He frowned as he recalled you not thinking he was talking about you. You thought he was talking about someone else. Do you still think that? Is that why you avoided it?

Embarrassment and panic kept him in the shower longer than usual, he only got out once the water turned cold.

After dressing, he slowly walked out, finding you cooking breakfast in the kitchen. He watched you for a moment as his memories came back clearer and clearer by the second.

Maybe you hadn't told him about what happened to save-face, his to be precise. You would never want to embarrass him. Turning at the sound of his foot steps, you smiled at him and he felt his heart skip.

You ate breakfast in relative silence. He hoped you thought it was because of his hangover that he was being so silent.

As San helped you clear up the plates, you felt his eyes burning into you and you began to grow nervous. Slowly looking over at him you saw his eyes dart away from you in surprise when he got caught.

You swallowed nervously before you began to leave the kitchen, "I'm gonna go get dressed."

"Wait!"

You stopped as San suddenly called out. Turning back to him you saw various emotions cross his face as he tried to think of what to say.

"I- I'm sorry."

From the caution and embarrassment clear on his face, you understood what was happening.

You let out a soft breath. "You remember don't you?"

He nodded softly and you smiled, though your chest was tight. "It's okay San, I know you were just drunk, don't worry about it."

As you turned to walk away he frowned before quickly following after you. Reaching out, he grabbed your wrist, making you turn back in surprise.

"That's not- I-" He closed his eyes tightly as he let out a sigh. "I'm not apologizing for the things I said. I'm apologizing for saying them when I was drunk."

You stared at him for a moment as you tried to process his words.

Pulling you to face him fully, he took your hands in his. "I meant them. Everything I said was true. I just- I wish I hadn't said them when I was drunk. I wish I had the strength to have said them sooner, and when I was sober." He let out a chuckle.

"So...it wasn't just drunk nonsense?"

He shook his head and your breath caught in your throat.

"Oh."

"This isn't how I wanted to do this." He squeezed your hand a little, "But at least it's done. I was afraid I might never say something. It's okay if you don't want to say anything, or just leave it at this, I don't need you to reply, I'm just glad you finally know how I feel."

Slowly, he let go of your hands, and you recalled what he said last night.

"You were wrong."

San looked at you with a furrowed brow, "What?"

"Last night, there was something you said that wasn't true."

"What?"

"You said I didn't like you. You said I didn't want you. You were wrong. Don't you remember I told you you were wrong, and that I like you-"

"-very much."

You nodded softly as a shy smile formed on your face. "I'm sorry you thought different."

A grin spread across his features as he shook his head, "Don't be sorry."

As you stared at each other for a moment, you both started to giggle, unable to keep your faces straight, and giddiness hidden.

Suddenly San pulled you into a hug as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. He spoke softly into your ear and you felt goosebumps rise up your arms.

"Does this mean I can finally hold you?"

You chuckled softly as you nodded, "Yes."

He let out a happy chuckle as he buried his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around him just as tightly as you held each other for a moment.

"What now?" You asked after a moment.

San hummed before he got an idea. Pulling away enough to look in your eyes he grinned happily.

"Wanna go on a date?"

"A date?" You laughed and he nodded fervently.

You nodded in return. "Yeah, I do."

Pulling you into his arms again he grinned happily as he slowly walked you backwards towards your room.

"Then get ready, let's go."

"Now?"

"Now!"

"What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know yet, but we'll think of something."

Laughing, you pulled away from him to hurry to get ready, excitement and joy radiating between the two of you as thoughts of drunken confessions and unrequited love were left behind.

xx End xx

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Day 26 - Idol you have the most of

(I have the same amount lol, 슼즈로운 제주생활 (SKZful Days in Jeju) #4｜[SKZ CODE] Ep.23)

When Y/N’s phone buzzed, she was curled up on her couch, mug of tea in hand. Chan’s FaceTime call lit up her screen, his contact photo grinning at her. She answered, and the camera bobbled before settling on Chan’s bright, excited face.

“Y/N!” Chan barely gave her a chance to say hello, his voice bursting with joy. “Guess what? I get to share a room with Seungmin!”

He spun the camera around, showing a bed with white sheets and a blue-patterned bag tossed on top. “I walked in and saw his stuff, and I just. OH! You should have seen me.” He was practically bouncing with excitement. “I ran down the stairs yelling, ‘Oh Seungmin, we sleep together! We sleep together, Seungmin!”

Y/N’s laughter spilled out at the image, picturing Chan racing through the Jeju house, unable to contain himself.

Just then, Seungmin appeared in the frame, arms crossed and lips twitching as he tried and failed to look annoyed. “He’s making it sound like a bigger deal than it is,” Seungmin drawled, giving Chan a sideways look. “I think he might combust if you don’t calm him down.”

Before Chan could answer, Seungmin suddenly flopped onto the bed and sprawled right across Chan’s lap, dramatically rubbing his face into Chan’s chest. “Look, Y/N,” he said, voice muffled against Chan’s shirt, “I think Chan’s a pretty decent pillow. Maybe I’ll cuddle him all night.”

Chan froze for a split second, but then all the tension melted from his body. His free hand came up, hesitantly at first, then settled gently on Seungmin’s back. His cheeks flushed a deep red, but his eyes softened, a shy smile stealing across his face as he let himself bask in the rare affection. Seungmin nuzzled closer, only making Chan glow even brighter.

“Seungmin!” Chan squeaked, but there was pure delight in his voice as he melted under Seungmin’s touch.

Seungmin grinned at the camera, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Are you jealous, Y/N? Chan’s all mine tonight.”

Y/N laughed even harder, watching as Chan’s earlier excitement transformed into a gooey, contented happiness, completely undone by Seungmin’s embrace.

“Wish you were here with us,” Chan managed, voice a little breathless and dreamy. Seungmin, still draped across him, gave a smug little wave. “Yeah, you’re missing out on Chan’s special cuddles now.”

Y/N grinned, cheeks aching from smiling, the distance between them shrinking with every laugh and every word.

(He just keeps coming home LOL, ATEEZ(에이티즈) WANTEEZ EP.21 야❗ 야💗 야😈 얍✨)

Y/N knew the Wanteez Drinking Special would leave the members a little rowdy, but nothing prepared her for the tidal wave of energy that was Mingi bursting through the door. Laughter, shouts, and the sound of shoes being kicked off filled the apartment, but Mingi’s voice boomed above it all a familiar, exuberant “Yah!” that made her giggle from the kitchen.

She peeked out just as Mingi marched into the living room, cheeks flushed, hair sticking out in every direction, eyes bright with mischief. He caught sight of her and immediately cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting, “Y/N! Did you see me win the ‘Yah’ game? Yeosang’s ears are still ringing!” He mimed the screech for good measure, making even Yunho groan and toss a pillow at him.

“Min, the neighbors,” Y/N chided, but her voice was drowned out by another chorus of laughter as San and Seonghwa loudly debated who cheated most at the last round. Mingi just grinned, grabbing Y/N by the waist and spinning her around, his energy infectious.

She could smell soju and chicken on his breath, but he was steadily happily tipsy, not at all sloppy. “You’re so loud tonight,” she laughed, poking his chest.

He pouted for a split second, lips full and tempting. “It’s not my fault! Wooyoung started yelling first, and then Seonghwa got competitive, and then I had to show Yeosang who’s boss.” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “I think Yeosang’s afraid of me now.”

The other members filtered through, tossing teases and playful shoves Mingi’s way, but he soaked it all up, slinging his arm around Yunho, then Seonghwa, then returning to Y/N’s side as if drawn by gravity. “I wasn’t even tired! I could’ve played games all night,” he declared, puffing out his chest. “Vibing all the way.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her heart was full. She led him to the couch, where he immediately pulled her into his lap, nuzzling her neck and humming the silly chant from the show. “I like you best when you’re loud and happy,” she murmured, brushing her nose against his.

Mingi’s smile softened, his boisterous energy melting into something gentle as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Then you’ll love me tonight,” he promised, holding her close as the chaos of the evening faded to laughter and warmth, just for the two of them.

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Thank you Dingo for givin' us the supressed government ship in ATEEZ 🙏🙂‍↕️

Just spill the tea guys...🤭

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this yunho makes me want to commit several crimes

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Drunk San - Season 2

He is floating in another dimension 🧘‍♂️

He really is a lightweight 😆🤣😂