#san x reader

[hooncidi9]

🐈‍⬛ San ꒦

⩍ don't wanna break up again by Ariana grande I will be rough with you in so many sweet ways

• nothing at the moment

[saan-pup]

honey, baby

summary: san needs your attention

pairing: san x reader

warnings: SMUT (18+), jealousy, handjob, begging, teasing, sub!san, dacryphilia, pet-names, house-wife!reader, messy endings, light marking kink, reader does not get off...

wc: 2.5k

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How delicate his hand is, adorned handsomely with understated rings, pressing gently against the small of your back as he leads you through the room. Artificial chatter, decorated with an occasional bout of posh laughter, settles finely above the jazz playing in the background. 

Your heels click softly against the marble flooring, each step lining up perfectly with his. 

Together, you’re a vision of excellence. 

San is the man that everyone wants. The definition of a gentleman. He’s charming, polite, and patient. But also unbelievably beautiful. He comes from a background of old money, but his legacy never stopped him from looking elsewhere for love.

Then there’s you. A woman who can blend into any crowd, disarming even the most stuck-up aristocrat with an easy smile. No one knows where you came from, but they don’t really care – or rather, they stopped caring once they realized how easily San would drop them for bothering you. 

The two of you act as the personification of refined love. 

Modest, refined, and lovely. Rarely sharing even a single kiss in front of an audience. 

San nods to a few guests as he passes them, politely acknowledging their existence, but never making a move to engage with them. He exudes this aura of cool confidence – as if every breath he takes is calculated and perfected. This way, no one ever questions his decisions or fights his whims…not like you anyway.

The wine glass in your hand has a bare sip of red left in it. The rim is spotted with the seductive print of your lips, reflecting the small tastes you took throughout the night to keep yourself relatively sober. You would have gone for another but a heated whisper, pressed exquisitely against the edge of your ear, drew away any thoughts of humoring your husband’s guests. You settle it gently on a counter, no longer needing the prop of a hostess. 

San’s leading hand presses more insistently against back with each step he takes. His breaths grow deeper, his body draws closer. 

Usually, he’s able to wait until the party ends – watching you with dark eyes as you see the last of the crowd off, thanking them for visiting with that polite smile you’ve perfected. You’re so good to him, putting up with the lifestyle he was born into and taking the role of the perfect housewife and hostess that pays attention to every need her guests have.  

But now, San needs your attention to be directed at him. 

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He broke while you were in the middle of a conversation with somebody’s plus one. And San knows he was a plus one because he didn’t recognize the man…or his name…or his “successful tech” company. 

He’s not usually a jealous man, but something about this guy…

San was sitting next to you, charming yet another investor of his father’s business, when he heard a low voice speaking to his beautiful wife, “Please, call me Yunho, Mr. Jeong is my father.” 

It peeved him.

You laughed politely, displaying your easy going nature by complying with his wish, repeating his first name before offering your own. San bristled at the sound of another man’s name coming from your lips. 

Who even is this guy? 

There were no Jeongs on the guestlist – and he would know, he’s the one who checks off on that stuff. This is a business party, not some get together that can be crashed so unpleasantly by an overnight millionaire like him.

The investor he was once trying to woo was getting pulled into a different conversation. And thank god for that. He wouldn’t have been much fun to talk to when he’s distracted like this anyway. 

San took that as an opportunity to turn his body toward yours. He watched intently as you continued your friendly interaction with a handsome stranger – who seems to be leaning closer with every pretty word you speak. 

You looked effortlessly beautiful as you rambled about the recent trip he took you on, excitedly describing your favorite restaurants with that familiar brightness in your eyes. He’s suddenly longing to hold your hand right then and there, to pull you onto his lap and nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck. 

His hand moved before he could think about it, gently brushing over your forearm to get your attention. When you turned to look at your husband, the man in front of you retreated from his slow shift into your space, suddenly uneasy by how San was staring him down. 

“Honey?”

At the sound of your voice, he shifted his attention from the offending man to you, the tension in his shoulders easing at the affectionate pet-name. San rounded his eyes innocently, softening his expression. 

“Baby…” He said timidly in a bare whisper, fully knowing that that name was strictly off-limits in public. You raise a questioning eyebrow, wondering what made your husband so needy all of the sudden.

“San.”

San leaned closer to you, a hand slowly shifting from the velvet couch to the top of your thigh. The guests continued to bustle around the two of you, unaware of the sudden tension settling between you. You let him push closer until his lips barely brush against ear.

“Pay attention to me…”

—

You’ve never left your own party early. You have actually trained yourself to have the same amount of energy greeting the guests as you do leading them out. The party doesn't end until you've seen everyone out.

So will anyone really notice a scant 15 minutes of your absence?

Well, you hope not. 

San couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. Instead, he pulled you into an oversized laundry room at the end of the hall, sliding the door shut before you could protest about being too close to the party.

“Sannie, wait.” 

Your words are lost to the air. 

He’s already pressing desperate, hot kisses against your throat. His broad body effectively pins you to the door as his hands, itching to undress you, drag over your soft curves covered by the fine fabric of your dress. Eager fingers grope over your tits before settling delicately around the base of your neck.

His suit jacket rests in a heap on the floor, leaving him in his unbuttoned vest and wrinkled dress shirt – a view you’d love to devour if not for the people who stand on the other side of the door. 

“Maybe we should stop –” 

“I can’t, I-I need you, baby.” He’s begging you – each word pathetically whined out from his pouty lips. “Need you close to me.”

“What if they notice that we’re both gone? What if they come looking?”

Pitiful moans are pressed onto your skin as he helplessly grasps at your body, scared that you’d leave him wanting and overwhelmed by his need to feel you against him.

At this point, San wouldn’t care if the whole party saw him fucking you against the dining table – least of all that Yunho guy. He doesn’t care if they can hear him whining for you, begging you to let him fill you up like he does every night. He wants to show you off, hold open your cum soaked thighs just to show them that you love him and he’s your good boy. 

But at the same time, letting anyone see you like that irks him like nothing else. You’re his and he’s yours.

“Please.” He implores, eyes glistening with a needy look. He gently takes your hand and leads it to where he needs you the most. You give in easily, pressing against his cock which strains against his perfectly tailored trousers. He’s already throbbing from the faint sensation of your touch. 

“Please…?” You tease under your breath, now fully gripping the shape of him through the layers of his clothes. He watches the way your hand moves over him with a dazed look, appreciating the way your small hand looks, fisting his clothed cock with glazed eyes.

You squeeze him abruptly, nudging him for an answer and he responds with a surprised whine, his hips jerking up against you from the intense sensation.  

“Please t-touch me.” 

“I am, baby.”

His dark eyebrows pinch in frustration, “You know what I mean.”

You hum understandingly, slowly unzipping his pants as you taunt him.

“You’re so needy…” 

He sighs as you pull down his briefs along with the restricting fabric of his pants. His thick cock slaps against his covered stomach, flushed prettily in a deep shade of pink, gently weeping pre-cum at the tip. Everything about San is pretty – especially the enamoured way he stares down at you with his signature pouty lips and flushed cheeks.

Eyes locked with his, you idly run a finger against his bare hip, so close to where he wants you to touch. He stutters out a shaky breath, his body shivering from the delicate sensation.

“K-kiss me.” He cups your jaw and moves impossibly closer to you. Your chest meets his as he holds you close, his hips pressing his hard cock against your body. He dips down to hover his soft lips over yours, “...Please.” He adds in a whisper – drenched in desperation. 

As if you could ever deny him.

“You’re cute…” You whisper back before pressing your lips onto his. 

You feel him immediately melt against you, his cock twitching eagerly against your stomach as he finally tastes you on his tongue. You hope he doesn't notice how you subtly rub your thighs together, an attempt to relieve the ache between them.

Your hands drift from resting on his chest to tangle in his hair, tugging gently at the ends, if only to hear that breathless whine that you adore. 

As you draw away for a breath, you notice a smear of red messily decorating his lips. He doesn’t seem to care though, looking down at a similar mess on your lips with a heated gaze.

You can tell that he’s imagining the same stain at the base of his cock. San has a thing for marks, especially because it’s you who’s leaving them. 

You lift up his dress shirt before pressing the palm of your hand against his aching erection, drawing a cute whimper from him. His stomach flexes from the sudden coolness of the air touching his heated skin.

Oh, how you want to lick over each defined ab, make him cry out from your teasing before biting into the firmness of his stupidly broad chest – but you don’t have time for that right now.

“Look at you,” You wrap your hand around him and slowly start to jerk him off, “almost about to cum from some kissing.” San bites his bottom lip to keep his moans down as your thumb repeatedly rubs over the edge of his sensitive tip. 

“C-can’t help it, you taste s-so good.” His hips thrust eagerly against your hand, cock generously leaking as he feels himself already approaching the edge.

Your wrist moves in quick, practiced motions, slick noises filling the space between you. You can't help but dip your other hand under his dress shirt, feeling up his perfect body with the edge of your nails to make him tremble.

“I'll let you taste more tonight if you cum for me like a good boy."

San nods eagerly, but you can tell by that hazy look in his eye that he'd agree to jump off from the second floor balcony if you asked him.

You can tell that he's getting close by the way he's bucking into your slippery fist, whines growing louder and more desperate. It almost looks like he's about to cry as he stares down at the way your hand is wrapped so perfectly around his throbbing cock.

“About to c-cum,” he pants, eyes glistening sweetly. "F-ffuck, baby… Y-you’re s-so good to me. Don’t want it to get on you, though, and ruin your pretty dress.”

"No?" You tease as you watch him struggle to move a mere inch away, hips still thrusting in want. How cute. His eyes squeeze shut at your honeyed tone, knowing you were going to make it harder for him to back away. "You don't want to see me covered in your pretty mess?"

"Nnghh~" You watch him scramble to hold off his orgasm, legs shaking as his hands grip your waist tightly to ground himself. "please -- !"

You finally let him make some space between you, finding it adorable that even in this state, he's worried about protecting you from the people outside.

You give him one last squeeze, fingers brushing over his dripping tip before whispering: "Okay, baby~ Cum for me."

And he does. Oh, how he makes a mess of himself.

His broad shoulders shake as he curls his body into himself, head dipped while spilling out the most pathetic breathy whines against the top of your shoulder.

His hips shake sporadically as each rope of cum covers your hand, dripping miraculously over his lap and onto his once perfectly-pressed pants. Somehow, he stayed true to his word. Not a drop touched your dress.

"Good boy..."

He groans as you milk him with a tight fist, body shuddering from the overstimulation. Your other hand soothes him, rubbing gently over his stomach as he moves through his high.

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San's panting, leaning against the washing machine with a fucked-out look on his face. He pulled his briefs back on, opting to leave the pants unbuttoned and barely hanging onto his hips. At this point it would be better for him to change – his pants are stained with drops of cum, his shirt is wrinkled and stretched out, his hair has been fluffed into a mess. 

Maybe you should just tell everyone that he wasn’t feeling well…

You press a light peck to the side of his flushed neck before moving away from him in a hurry. You wash your hands in the small sink at the corner of the room and find a few tissues to take off your ruined lipstick and any residual sweat. 

You try to fix your hair to look decent – though there is no mirror to really check – and smooth out your dress. Thankfully, San only made a mess of himself (at least, visually). You were planning to slip into a bathroom on the way to the parlor anyway. 

“Ok, baby.” You throw the tissues away before turning back to your husband. His eyes are still half-lidded with lust, watching how easily you go back to being the refined woman from earlier this evening. “Clean yourself up, I’m going back out. I’ll tell them you’re feeling under the weather.” 

“You’re so beautiful.” His raspy voice is endearing. 

You feel your cheeks heating up at the compliment. You try to stamp it down, try to stay composed, but he always knows what to say to make you feel this way. 

“You are beautiful, baby.” You respond with a gentle smile, walking back to him to give him one last kiss. One turns into many. He shyly smiles back, his dimples deepening as you scatter more kisses around his face. “Wish me luck out there.” You whisper, running your fingers through his hair to reduce the fluffiness. 

“Come back to me soon, okay?”

“Anything for you, my love.”

[s-halazia]

Period Woes - CSN

San x Fem Reader

Contents: fluff, period talk, vomiting, not proofread

Synopsis: When you wake up in period hell, San does his best to make your worst day as painless as possible.

You woke up with a pain in your lower abdomen and your lower back.

“Shit.” You said to yourself as you dragged yourself out of bed to go check on your body. As you stood up, you felt it, groaning to yourself.

“What’s wrong, love?” San asked sleepily hearing your expression of doom.

“I started my period.” San sat up quickly rubbing a hand over his face trying to wake himself up.

“Are you okay?” He asked sincerely.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” But as you walked to the bathroom, the cramp hit you almost taking you to your knees. San got up quickly, rushing to your side. He picked you up rushing you to the bathroom, knowing all to well what usually comes next. He sat you in front of the toilet and gathered up your hair just in time for you to expel the contents of your stomach.

“Let it out, baby.” He said sweetly as he rubbed your back with his free hand. He grabbed a hair tie, tying your hair back. “Can I go get everything? Are you gonna be okay?” You gave him a weak nod before he pressed a kiss to the back of your head. “I’ll be right back.”

You didn’t throw up again while San was gone. He came back into the room with his arms full of what he called the emergency kit. Before you could even turn around, you heard the water start to run in the bath tub. While it ran, he came back over to you.

“You wanna get in, baby?” He asked softly. When you nodded, he kneeled beside you, slowly undressing you.

“Bubbles?” He asked with a loving smile. You nodded again and he let you pick out while bubble bath out of a few he had gathered. He helped you to your feet once you were fully undressed and helped you slowly step into the hot water of the tub. “Is it too hot?”

“No, it’s nice.” You said weakly as he helped up sink into the water. You let out a sigh of relief when the water finally engulfed your body.

“Thank you, Sannie.” He ran his hand over your sweaty hair.

“Anything to make my girl feel better. What do you want? Chocolates? Chips?” You shook your head, too scared to eat again.

“Just stay here.” He smiled, giving you a sip of water.

“I can do that.” He sat down on the floor at the side of the tub. You reached your hand out of the water to grab his. He intertwined your fingers and smiled.

“I love you, darling.” He said as he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

“I love you too. Thank you for taking such good care of me.” He shook his head.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. Any good man would do the same.” You let out a soft laugh.

For the rest of the bath you sat in pretty much silence. He sat on the floor at the side of the tub, looking at you adoringly.

When you were ready to get out, he stopped you.

“Wait, I put towel’s in the dryer. Stay there.” You giggled at him rushing to get off the floor and get the towels. A minute later, he came back, helping you out of the bath before wrapping you in a perfectly warm towel. He sat you down on the sink, having your skincare routine down. He gently spread the products over your face in the right order, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Do you want me to dry your hair? I know you get cold.” When you nodded, he took the blow dryer, giving your hair a rough dry before drying it with the brush just like you showed him.

After he finished, he offered a hand to help you back into the bedroom. You walked back into your shared bedroom, hand in hand before he unwrapped the towel and replaced it with his softest t-shirt.

“You’re so good to me, Sannie.” He smiled before kissing your nose.

“Cuddles, the rest of the day, no arguments.” You put your hands up in defeat as you let him lead you to the bed. You settled in with your head on his chest. “Get some sleep, baby.”

[another-random-fanfic-blog]

Saving them, Saved me Ch. 4

Warnings: (future chapters may have smut, unknown), swearing, blood

My Ao3

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It was a quick breakfast, everyone scarfing down their food in excitement for swimming and happy about the fact that Jongho and Mingi ate food with a little more sustenance than soup and rice. Both hybrids also seem to have more energy and are excitedly looking forward to sitting outside with everyone else, though they are pouting at the fact that they can’t swim until they are better. While everyone changes their clothes, Seonghwa and Yunho volunteer to help Jongho and Mingi change into clothes they’d be more comfortable in outside, you move two lounge chairs from the patio into the grass, that way they can both feel the grass on their feet. As soon as the outside was set up, you run upstairs to clean up a bit before putting on your swimsuit as well. Finally gathering the towels and sunblock, you head to the hybrids room and see them carefully helping the two injured stand up. Escorting them to the pool and helping them sit in the chairs you placed out under the umbrella, you begin to take Mingi’s shoes off, San pulling off Jongho’s, allowing them to feel the grass on their skin.

Mingi’s foot started thumping on the ground in happiness, occasionally groaning from using sore muscles. Meanwhile, Jongho began rubbing his feet back and forth in the grass, low grunts escaping his throat as he did so, eyes closed as he relishes in the feel on his skin. Everybody watches with a smile on their face, a few tears escaping some of the hybrids.

“If you’d like,” you start, interrupting the scene, “I have a kiddie pool I can bring out and fill with water, that way you can soak your feet. Just let me know if you’d like that.”

“Thank you,” Jongho says, leaning his face back and letting the sun hit it.

“Also, let me know when you are too hot, I can open the umbrella for you.”

“Not yet,” Mingi whispers his face showing pure bliss as the sun hits it as well, “I’ve never felt the sun on my face without a barrier over it.”

“I’m sorry, but happy you get to experience it now, however, you need to have sunscreen on, all of you.”

Carefully you help all the hybrids slather on sunscreen, laughing when Hongjoong puts so much on he looks as white as snow, unable to wipe some off or wipe the remaining in.

“I think I made a mistake,” Hongjoong announces, eyes shut tight trying to keep the sunscreen from getting in his eyes.

“Let me help,” you laugh, slowly wiping the excess off of him with a towel, enjoying as the other hybrids start poking fun at him as well.

“Okay, who wants to go first?” As soon as the words come out of your mouth all the hybrids start yelling excitedly, except San, who clings to your back burying his face in your hair. Everyone quiets down looking at him. “San?”

“I’m okay just sitting up here with Jongho and Mingi.” He replies, slightly muffled.

“San, are you scared after your accident last time?” He nods his head. “It’s okay to be scared, and you don’t have to go first, but you at least have to learn.” You look at everyone then get an idea. “How about this, everyone can get in, in the shallow end where you can stand and play there, I will take one at a time for learning, starting with Yunho, then Yeosang.”

Everyone excitedly gets in, yelling and splashing happening as soon as they touch the water, Yunho is practically vibrating in anticipation standing deep enough that his head is the only thing not in the water. His muscles pulled taught as he barely restrained himself from launching into the deep end and trying to swim laps. While you understand not all animals, including dogs, know how to swim, you had a hunch that Yunho would be able to, and enjoy it. Diving into the deep end of the pool, you surface in front of Yunho and smile as you tread water.

“First, I want to see you try to float, try to relax, and look up, good,” you say as Yunho and all the other hybrids listen and follow along. “Next spread your arms out and legs like a star, and push your belly up. There you go,” you smile at Yunho floating, “Now hold that.”

You glance at all the other hybrids following along and see Hongjoong go under before standing up and coughing, trying again and getting the same results, causing Wooyoung to laugh and sink himself as well.

“Help them,” Yunho says smiling at the sky while he floats comfortably, you nod and swim over to Hongjoong, who seems to be getting frustrated by his inability to float.

“The more frustrated you get, the longer it will take to get the hang of it,” you wiping his hair away from his eyes. “Let me see how you are doing it.”

Hongjoong immediately lays back and brings his feet up only to go underwater, but it was enough to see why he keeps sinking.

“Your butt is hanging too low in the water, lay back again with your arms out,” he listens to you instructions and you move his hips up towards the sky, straightening out his body and he begins to float. “There, you got it now, are you good?”

“Yes,” he says, stiff as a board as he floats around and you swim back to Yunho, who’s drifted a bit into the deep end.

“Okay, we are going to try treading water now.” You say, getting everyone’s attention. Yunho almost sinks as he looks at you, but catches himself. “You will be where your legs don’t touch and you will sweep your arms out, and kick your legs, staying afloat without moving to another spot.” Again, Yunho gets the hang of it, Yeosang as well as he moved deeper.

The other hybrids move slightly deeper as they do what you instructed, even San who got some confidence after floating. You swim around them carefully watching as their animal instincts kick in a bit, letting them learn the basics and telling you that these guys will be fast learners. After that, you have everyone go back to the shallows, while you teach Yunho how to swim and dive, and he loves it, honestly his favorite thing seems to be jumping in the water and just aimlessly swimming around.

Yeosang took to swimming quickly as well, the two that had trouble were Hongjoong and Wooyoung, Woo mainly because he was too impatient to listen to you closely and Joong because…you weren’t sure, but eventually they got the hang of it. Not long after everyone began screaming, yelling, and splashing as they became more rambunctious in the pool. As you watch them, you hear whining behind you and see both hybrids looking sad. Knowing they want to join the others, you come up with a small plan.

“Yunho come here,” you call out getting the wolf’s attention and causing him to come gliding over to you. “I’m going to go get some chairs to put at the edge so that Mingi and Jongho can dip their feet in, I need you to keep an eye on everyone while I’m gone, okay?”

“Yes,” Yunho immediately answers, hopping out of the pool and watching each person carefully for any trouble.

As he watches over everyone, you run to the shed and find the chairs that you wanted. They can double as lawn chairs and floaty chair, giving both hybrids cushion and stability, while keeping them low enough that their legs can be in the water. Picking up the chairs, you return to the pool in time to see Yunho dragging a pouting Hongjoong to the steps.

“I wasn’t drowning,” Hongjoong calls out exasperatedly, “Woo just shoved me under the water. Go fetch him!”

“Fetch?!” Yunho asks excitedly as he places Joong on the steps, and you swear you’ve never seen a more evil smirk cross Hongjoong’s face as you did in that second.

“Yes, Yunho fetch. Fetch Wooyoung and bring him to me.”

You sigh as Yunho darts away from Hongjoong, his tail wagging so fast you’re certain it’s acting as a propeller. As you set the chairs up you hear a confused yell behind you, an evil chuckle from Hongjoong, more yelling from Wooyoung, and a happy ‘FETCH’ yell from Yunho. Deciding to ignore the commotion, you approach Jongho and Mingi.

“You’d think he was a retriever not a wolf,” you say. “Alright, I have two chairs set up so you can sit in them and enjoy your legs dangling in the pool.”

“Really?” Mingi practically yells in excitement as you nod and help him up. “Your cuts have healed shut, thanks to the advanced healing, which means when physical therapy comes in two days, they will probably have you start doing pool exercises. It’s intense, but takes the strain off your body.”

Carefully you help Mingi walk to the chair, gaining Yunho’s attention as he leaves Wooyoung with Hongjoong, who immediately jumps onto Wooyoung’s back, almost tackling the man, leading to more yelling. When Mingi lowers his legs into the water, he lets out a happy whine, that gets louder when Yunho swims over and rests his head on Mingi’s knee.

As you watch, you hear whining and squeals coming from behind you, turning around in slight worry, you see Jongho fighting off some type of flying insect, rocking his chair violently as he tries to get away from it. Before you can reach him, he throw’s himself back, tipping the chair over and landing on the ground. The impact forces a groan out of him, but then he starts crawling away from where the bug was.

“It’s okay Jongho, it’s gone.” You say helping him up. “Do you want to rest your legs in the water too?”

He nods and you help him walk over setting up the chair for him to sit next to Mingi. Immediately San and Wooyoung swim over to Jongho smushing him between them.

“Yunho, watch them again.”

A few minutes later you come out with more donut floaties and set your phone down.

“So I talked to the physical therapists and they said if you two wanted to get in the water you can, I just have to put these around you so you don’t sink. No actual swimming, just floating.”

All the hybrids perk up and Mingi is in the water before you can blink, luckily Yunho catches him and he’s where he can still touch. You jump in and wrap the floaty around his chest, allowing him to lean on it and just float around. Every once in a while he kicks his legs for a short bit. Jongho slides in next while you put his floaty on him, he clings to in and mumbles something about going too deep for the others to follow. Wooyoung and San follow him closely earning more grumbles.

You finally relax by the edge of the pool, Seonghwa swimming to you and resting his leg on your thigh.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“Of course,” you reply, running your hand through his wet hair.

They spend 12 hours in the pool, only getting out for the bathroom and once for food. By the time night comes around, everyone is exhausted and almost too tired to eat their food.

“Wooyoung if your face gets any closer to your plate you’ll be wearing your mashed potatoes.” His face slightly raises as he continues eating.

“Why are we so tired?” Yeosang moans taking another bite of food and chewing without opening his eyes.

“It’s because swimming is an intense workout so essentially, you just spent 10 hours working out.”

They all groan, Jongho scarfing his food down as fast as possible.

“I’m done, can I go to sleep.”

“Ok.” You help him stand and put on his pajamas before dumping him in his bed, you swear he fell asleep before he even laid down.

Before you turn around, the other hybrids come in, Yunho and Seonghwa helping Mingi and they all change into pajamas before laying down and falling asleep instantly. You smile then go clean up the table and head to your room, exhausted as well.

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[smutdumpskz]

Husband & wife (san x reader, oneshot)

Rating: Fluff

Pairing: San x Reader

Word count: 566

Summary: After your wedding ceremony, you and San planned to have a few minutes of downtime in your hotel room before celebrating with your families. This quiet moment is just between you two.

Content warnings: -

Author’s note: Written for my friend who is still fighting with her thoughts of stanning san a bit more than expected - hope this fluffy and blissful oneshot helps!

Remember: This story is purely fictional and does not represent any real individuals. The famous person main character is used as a stand-in and is not in any way, shape, or form connected to the actions in this story. The characters are a product of my imagination - and should be treated as such.

A breath escapes you the moment your back hits the door, the lock clicking shut behind you with a decisive snap.

Adrenaline shoots through your veins, blood roaring loud in your ears.

The way you've learned in meditation, you close your eyes. You feel the solid weight of the grand hotel-room door against your back. Your breathing slows, gradually — in for 3 seconds, out for 5, the gaps between each inhale and exhale growing longer.

When you open your eyes, it hits you again, like a blow.

Why?

Because San is lying on the bed in the middle of the room. Only his upper body sinks into the soft mattress, his legs dangling off the edge. Black suit, hair slicked back — the picture of a man dressed to perfection.

Your man. Your husband, now.

You can't help but smile, thinking back on the ceremony. Everything about it had been perfect.

Your families laughed together, a few tears were shed as you walked through the ornate wooden gate in the wedding dress of your dreams, and applause broke out as San swept you into his arms and kissed you, unforgettably, on your way out of the grand hall.

Sure, the flower girl had refused to walk out in front of the crowd and scatter petals. But Mingi stepped in without missing a beat and had everyone laughing.

Even now, the memory makes you giggle.

„Tell meee, I want to laugh too!" you hear San's sulking voice echo through the room.

Is somebody in need of attention?

"I just vowed to spend forever with you — why are you being so impatient?" you tease, "we literally have forever!“

"I want forever to start right now," he pouts, though he can't quite hold back a laugh himself.

Instead of filling him in, you make your way over to the bed.

Your dress rustles as you settle in next to him on the mattress. On reflex, he stretches his arm out so you can rest your head on his strong chest — the way you do every night before falling asleep.

"Careful, don't ruin your hair," San murmurs, indulgent.

"The ceremony's over. Now we celebrate and relax," you counter, pleased with yourself.

San just hums, smug, and starts tracing slow circles across your back with his fingers. With your dress backless, every gentle touch sends a shiver down your spine. A good feeling — familiar, like home.

Gently, San tips your chin up so you're looking straight into his big, dark eyes. In them you find so many emotions at once: joy, pride, adoration. Almost spilling over, drowning you both in bliss. 

You hope your own eyes are a reflection of his and all the good memories flashing through your mind.

"My wife," San whispers softly.

The words leave his mouth like something entirely new — something he's daring to say out loud for the very first time. Like a poem. Or a secret.

"My husband," you answer. A quiet laugh slips out, because the words feel strange and new to you too — but beautiful, all the same.

Neither of you says anything more.

In your eyes, nothing but admiration for each other, and the quiet certainty that you'd both gotten everything right. This will be your forever.

How lucky we are to have each other, you can't stop thinking.

And looking into your husband's proud eyes, you know — he's thinking exactly the same thing.

[dulceazucarmorena97]

Devotee

Summary: You’re rich asshole, San’s, high school sweetheart and lifelong affair partner. Caught between your circumstance and your desire for more, it’s time to finally face reality.

Tags: AFAB reader. Dom San x sub reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Angst. Reader has immensely low self-esteem. San is kind of a major asshole. Depressing. Toxic.

You sit there, tear-streaked face twisted as you watch him get up from the single seat at the foot of the bed. Your heart feels like it has a fucking blade sticking straight through it. If you’d have known a side effect of this love to be this searing pain, you’d have stayed the hell away from it entirely—

But here you are. Charred from head to toe, and still begging for him to lick the branding iron.

You leap from your spot and run to him, catching his wrist by his sleeve, “Please— don’t go,” Your voice is so small, your eyes suddenly so big and glossy. He looks down at you as he always has: like you’re so minuscule in his line of vision. “Stay with me,” You whisper.

He gently tugs his arm away from your grasp, stepping back by only a step as he says, “Give me something to stay for then.”

Your heart does that thing it always does when you’re with him: a cross between fluttering and sinking— like you’re eager to please him, but so utterly disappointed that he’s asking so little of you. But this desperation deep inside you is so excruciating, you’d take every crumb he’s willing to give you like the pathetic dog that you are.

Wordlessly, you turn your back to him, and without missing a beat, he undoes the zipper on your dress. His fingers are quick and nimble; not like when you were teenagers. He was so clumsy then…so desperate for you.

Role reversals are a cruel thing.

Sometimes you want to just ask him outright if he still feels for you the way he once did…but then you think better of it; no use in breaking your own heart by asking questions you don’t really want the answer to…or rather, questions to which you’ve known the answer all along.

Love doesn’t ache; at least, not like this. Love doesn’t threaten to leave for lack of physical exchange.

You let your dress fall to the floor in a pool at your ankles, leaving you in only those pretty panties: the ones he bought you when he took you with him on that business trip without his wife knowing. He was so fucking cruel during that trip— not letting you leave the fucking hotel room for fear of his colleagues knowing he brought along his whore. Sure, the sheets were silk, and room service offered only the most choice menu items…but what good is it to enjoy all of it alone?

He used to make you promises: one day, maybe later, next year, after my divorce, after my daughter gets a little older. At this point, he’s strung you along for so long, he knows he doesn’t have to promise you anything anymore.

You reach behind you and grab his hands, pulling him closer so that your back is flush against his chest and pelvis. “Why do you do this to yourself?” He asks, looking down at where your ass meets his groin, admiring how your panties come up like a T on your hips. You swallow, a knot threatening to form in your throat, “Do what?” You ask, feigning ignorance but knowing full well what he means.

He suddenly wraps an arm around your waist, while the other comes up under your arm to grab at your neck, his lips pressed to your ear, “You keep playing dumb. I’m starting to believe it,” He says, his teeth grazing your earlobe as his hand clutches at your stomach. Your eyes sting anew, hearing the reality of his perception of you out loud.

“Why can’t you love me?” You whisper, voice caught in your throat as your hundredth tear falls from your tired eyes. “Why can’t you leave me alone?” He asks. “You used to worship me and now it’s like…I don’t even exist.”

“You exist on my credit card bills, trust me,” He snorts humorlessly. “Don’t be an asshole,” You hiss, though it has little conviction.

While the right one stays on your neck, his left hand comes up to grab at your naked breast, kneading it gently, “Fine, then I’ll just be honest,” He rolls your nipples between his fingers,

“Worship is hard when it brings you nothing but headaches…see, the path I’ve chosen,” He looks up at the ceiling in thought, his hand never faltering, “I used to resent it…but now I’ve come to realize that it’s through this path that I can live the life I want. You keep thinking that some day, as long as you keep offering yourself up to me-” he pinches harder, making you squirm, “that I’ll one day ‘come to my senses’ and see it was you all along. But this isn’t a movie, Y/n,” He lets go of your nipple and your throat, and then roughly pushes you forward, forcing you to catch yourself on the bed, so you’re now bent over the foot of it.

“Worship is nothing,” He says bitterly, “to someone who no longer believes in miracles,” He licks his fingers and then reaches down between your legs to feel your heat. He smirks, “But let’s be honest, you’re only mad because, without my worship you’re no longer a goddess,” His fingers press softly on your sensitive clit, making your eye lids flutter, much to your own self-hatred, “you’re just the girl I fuck on occasion.”

You gasp as his fingers sink slowly into you, preparing you. You hate that your body wants him, in disobedience to your fucking brain. You hate him for making you want him. You hate him for making you hate yourself. There’s nothing you want more than to tell him to fuck himself, but you know that if you do,

it won’t even hurt him.

It’ll just hurt you…

So, when he unbuttons his pants and takes out the only cock you’ve known since you were seventeen, tapping it on your ass cheek— when he pulls aside the crotch of your panties and rubs the head of said cock along your entrance, all you can do is brace yourself and give in to your instinctive desire.

Despite all this talk, one thing he’d always humbly admit? How he never tires of having you. How you’re the best lover he’s ever had. And how, had things been different, he’d have worshiped you for the rest of his life.

But things aren’t different, and you’re no goddess—

And he’s no devotee.

[boobear061]

Debt Collector, 3.2 | Choi San

Synopsis: Choi San never chased people. He never had to.

Cold, powerful, and feared by everyone around him, San built his world on control. So when a desperate man fails to repay his debt, San takes the only thing left of value: his daughter.

Y/n's life changes the moment San walks through her front door. Torn from everything she knows and trapped inside his world, she's forced into a marriage meant to secure her family's safety.

But what begins as business quickly becomes something far more dangerous because the moment San saw her photograph, he already knew: nobody else was ever going to have her.

Taglist: @yuyu1024 , @thesanniediaries , @brown88

Part 4 ( COMING SOON )

**

( A/n: This chapter has time skips! )

( A/n: Please read Part 3.1 first! )

Another month passed.

It became easier.

Not perfect.

Never perfect.

Just...

Easier.

I found myself waiting for him in the evenings without pretending otherwise. He found himself leaving work earlier than before. Neither of us talked about it, we simply noticed.

One evening...

Rain tapped softly against the bedroom windows.

I sat cross legged on the bed reading while San worked beside me, several files spread across the comforter.

I looked over and said " ...You're bringing work into bed now? "

" I have deadlines. "

" You're a mafia leader. "

" I still have paperwork. "

I stared at him and said " The mafia has paperwork? "

" So much paperwork. "

" ...That's disappointingly normal. "

He looked up and said " Were you expecting more explosions? "

" Maybe. "

" There were explosions yesterday. "

I blinked and said " ...You're joking. "

" I am. "

I narrowed my eyes and said " You almost had me. "

" I know. "

I smiled despite myself, without thinking... I leaned over slightly and said " Hold still. "

He looked at me and said " What? "

" There's ink. "

" Where? "

" Right here. "

I reached out, my fingers brushed the side of his jaw, wiping away a tiny smudge of black ink I'd somehow noticed from across the bed.

" There. "

His eyes never left mine and said " ...Thank you. "

My hand lingered for half a second longer than it needed to. I realized it, he realized it too.

Slowly... I pulled away and neither of us mentioned it.

**

Weeks blended into months.

The mansion still buzzed with guards.

Meetings still lasted until midnight.

Enemies still existed.

San was still feared by everyone who worked for him, but never by me.

Not anymore.

One evening, I found myself standing on the balcony waiting for him to finish another phone call, he stepped outside a few minutes later and said " It's done. "

" Everything? "

" For tonight. "

I nod my head, the garden below was quiet.

String lights glowed softly across the estate.

Without thinking, I stepped a little closer.

Not because I was cold.

Not because I needed something.

Because somewhere along the way... standing beside him had become the place that felt most natural.

Our shoulders touched lightly, neither of us moved away. San looked out across the grounds before speaking quietly and said " You don't hesitate anymore. "

I glanced at him and said " What do you mean? "

" When you first came here... * Voice remained calm * you always made sure there was distance between us. "

I looked down at the space between our shoulders, there wasn't any now.

" I guess... * Smiled faintly * I stopped needing it. "

For the first time in a long while... San didn't answer immediately. When I finally looked up, he was already watching me, there was no triumph in his expression.

No satisfaction.

Only something quieter.

Something that looked remarkably like gratitude.

He reached for my hand slowly, giving me every chance to pull away, I didn't.

Our fingers intertwined naturally, as though they had done it a hundred times before.

He didn't tighten his grip.

He simply held my hand.

Steady.

Warm.

Certain.

I looked down at our hands, my wedding ring catching the soft light from the balcony.

Months ago, that ring had felt like a chain. Now... It felt like a promise I was finally beginning to understand.

**

Two Months Later

The morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom curtains, warming the hardwood floor.

I stirred slowly, blinking against the light before turning onto my side. The other half of the bed was empty, the blankets were slightly rumpled.

His pillow was still warm.

He'd already been awake.

I smiled faintly.

That wasn't unusual anymore.

San almost always woke before sunrise. Some mornings he went to the gym, other mornings he disappeared into his office before anyone else in the mansion was awake.

Being the head of the Choi Organization didn't allow for slow mornings.

I slipped out of bed and pulled on one of my cardigans before making my way downstairs.

The mansion was already alive.

Guards stood at their usual posts.

Staff moved quietly through the halls.

One of the housekeepers smiled warmly and said " Good morning, Mrs. Choi. "

" Good morning. "

As I entered the kitchen, I found San standing beside the island, a cup of black coffee in one hand while reading something on his tablet.

His white dress shirt was neatly tucked into dark slacks, sleeves rolled to his forearms.

He hadn't noticed me yet, I paused in the doorway.

Sometimes... I liked watching him before he realized I was there.

Not because he was intimidating, because when he thought no one was looking..

His expression softened.

The constant vigilance faded just enough for me to see the man beneath the title everyone feared.

He looked up, his eyes found mine immediately and said " There you are. "

" You say that every morning. "

" I do. "

" You always know where I am. "

" I do. "

I walked closer, smiling and said " Then why say it? "

" Because I like seeing you. "

The answer came so naturally that it stole every thought from my mind. Heat spread across my cheeks and said " You... "

" I? "

" ...You're making it difficult to argue. "

" I wasn't aware we were arguing. "

I laughed quietly and said " No. "

" I didn't think so. "

One of the cooks placed breakfast on the island before disappearing again. San set his tablet aside without another glance and I said " You stopped working. "

" I'm having breakfast with my wife. "

" You've become very good at saying things like that. "

**

Breakfast lasted nearly an hour. Mostly because San allowed it to.

Normally his mornings were filled with meetings.

Phone calls.

Reports.

Today... his phone buzzed three separate times and he ignored every single one.

I raised an eyebrow and said " Shouldn't you answer? "

" It isn't urgent. "

" You haven't even checked. "

" If it were urgent... * Glanced toward one of the guards standing discreetly near the dining room entrance * They'd already be inside. "

Almost on cue, the guard shook his head and said " No emergencies, Boss. "

San nod his head before returning his attention to me and said " See? "

I couldn't help smiling and said " You planned that. "

" I didn't. "

" You definitely did. "

" I simply know my people. "

" You really trust them. "

" My life depends on them. "

The weight behind those words lingered, his men weren't employees, they were people willing to die protecting him because someone, somewhere... was always trying to kill the man who led the Choi Organization.

The thought tightened something inside my chest, he noticed immediately and said " You've gone quiet. "

" I was thinking. "

" Dangerous. "

" I've heard. "

" You have. "

He reached across the table.

Not dramatically.

Not hesitantly.

Simply...

He rested his hand over mine.

His palm was warm.

Rough.

Calloused.

For just a second, I stared at our hands.

Months ago... I would've pulled away.

Now... my fingers curled around his without thinking.

His thumb brushed lightly across my knuckles.

Neither of us mentioned it.

Neither of us needed to.

**

That afternoon, I wandered into the mansion gardens.

Spring had finally settled over the estate.

Flowers lined the stone pathways.

The fountain sparkled beneath the afternoon sun.

I'd spent hours out here lately.

It was peaceful.

One of the guards followed several steps behind.

Not close enough to interrupt, close enough to intervene if necessary.

I'd long since accepted that I would never truly be alone.

Not while I was San's wife.

I knelt beside one of the flower beds, gently brushing my fingers across the petals and heard " They're blooming earlier this year. "

I looked up.

San.

He'd changed out of his suit jacket. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up again. His tie was gone.

" What are you doing out here? " I said.

" I finished early. "

" You finished? "

" I delegated. "

I laughed and said " I don't believe you. "

" It's true. "

" You? "

" Surprising, isn't it? "

" A little. "

He crouched beside me.

Neither of us spoke for a while, we simply watched the breeze move through the flowers and he said " You spend a lot of time here. "

" I like it. "

" I know. "

" You always know. "

" I make it my business to. "

I smiled and said " You sound possessive. "

" I am. "

His honesty caught me off guard again.

" But not because I want to control you. * Looked at her calmly * I simply want to know you're safe. "

The sincerity in his voice made my chest ache and I said " I know. "

That evening...

The mansion grew unusually busy.

Luxury cars filled the driveway.

More guards arrived.

Men in tailored suits walked briskly through the halls carrying folders and speaking quietly into earpieces.

A meeting.

An important one.

I stayed upstairs, curled into the reading chair near the bedroom window.

Down below, I could see black vehicles arriving one after another.

Every visitor was searched before entering.

Every movement was watched.

Being the head of the mafia meant paranoia wasn't weakness.

It was survival.

Hours passed.

The sun disappeared.

Night settled over the estate.

Still... the office lights remained on.

I glanced toward the clock.

11:54 p.m.

Too late, far too late.

I left the bedroom and quietly made my way downstairs. The hallway outside San's office was empty except for two guards.

They both nod their heads respectfully and one of them said " Mrs. Choi. "

" Is he still working? "

" Yes. "

I frowned and said " Has he eaten? "

The guards exchanged a brief glance and one of them said " ...No. "

Of course he hadn't.

I sighed softly before turning toward the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later...

I stood outside his office carrying a tray, one guard knocked gently and said " Boss. "

" Come in. "

The office door opened, stacks of files covered nearly every surface. Several maps were spread across the conference table.

San sat behind his desk, reading through another report.

He looked exhausted.

He simply hid it better than anyone else.

His eyes lifted, the moment he saw me... something in his expression eased and he said " You should be asleep. "

" So should you. "

" I'm working. "

" So am I. "

His eyebrow lifted and I said " Bringing you dinner counts as work. "

" It does tonight. "

A quiet chuckle escaped him.

One of the guards discreetly closed the office door behind me, I set the tray down and said " You skipped lunch too. "

" I was busy. "

" You skipped breakfast yesterday. "

" ...I was busy. "

" You've used that excuse three times this week. "

" I have? "

" You have. "

He leaned back in his chair and said " I've been caught. "

" You have. * Crossed my arms * Eat."

" Yes, ma'am. "

I blinked and said " ...Did you just listen without arguing? "

" I'm learning. "

I narrowed my eyes playfully and said " Who are you? "

He smiled, actually smiled.

His men would've been shocked.

The feared leader of one of the country's most powerful organizations... obeying his wife because she'd told him to eat.

He picked up his chopsticks.

Satisfied, I sat down across from him. Neither of us spoke for several minutes.

He ate, I read one of the books I'd brought with me. The office settled into comfortable silence.

Eventually he looked up and said " You stayed. "

" I always do. "

" You don't have to. "

" I know. "

" Then why? "

I closed my book and said " Because... * Searched for the right words * I know everyone else comes in here because they need something from you. "

He watched me quietly and I said " I wanted to be the one person who came in because I wanted to make sure you were okay. "

Silence filled the office.

A deep...

Meaningful silence.

San slowly stood, walked around the desk, stopped beside my chair.

For a long moment, he simply looked at me, then... very gently... he reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

The touch was careful, almost hesitant, as though he still couldn't quite believe he was allowed to.

" You've changed this house."

I looked up at him and said " I have? "

" It used to feel... * Searched for the word * efficient. "

" And now? "

He smiled softly and said " It feels like home. "

My heart squeezed painfully inside my chest, without thinking... I stood, only inches separated us now and said " I think... "

My voice came out quieter than I'd intended.

" It started feeling like home for me because you were in it. "

For the first time since we'd married... neither of us looked away, outside the office, guards continued their patrols.

Phones rang somewhere deeper in the mansion.

The organization never stopped.

Enemies still existed.

Meetings would continue tomorrow, but inside that office...

The world narrowed until it was only the two of us and standing there... looking into San's eyes... I realized something I could no longer deny.

Somewhere between treating his wounds, waiting for him to come home, sharing quiet meals, and learning the weight he carried...

I hadn't simply grown used to my husband.

I'd fallen in love with him.

The realization terrified me, not because of what I felt but because loving the most powerful man in the mafia meant knowing that every time he walked out the front doors of the mansion...

There was always a chance he might never walk back through them again.

**

Three weeks later

Three weeks had passed since the night I'd admitted the truth to myself.

I loved my husband.

I hadn't told him.

Somehow... it felt too big to put into words. So instead, it slipped into the little things.

Into waiting for him every evening.

Into making sure he'd eaten before another meeting swallowed his entire night.

Into quietly straightening the collar of his shirt when it sat crooked.

Into noticing when he looked more tired than he let anyone else see and somehow... he seemed to notice every one of those things.

The mornings had become our favorite part of the day.

I wandered into the kitchen one morning still wrapped in one of San's oversized hoodies, my hair tied into a loose braid.

He was already there, reading through a report while drinking his coffee.

The moment he looked up, the report no longer seemed important.

" Good morning. "

" Morning. "

His eyes lingered on me for a second before he folded the report closed and said " I was about to come look for you. "

I smiled and said " You knew exactly where I was. "

" I did. "

" Then why were you going to look for me? "

He considered the question for a moment and said " I like finding you. "

The answer came so naturally that my heart stumbled. I shook my head with a quiet laugh and said " You make it very difficult to stay composed. "

" I've noticed. "

A quiet smile tugged at my lips and said " You've noticed? "

" I have. "

" What exactly have you noticed? "

San looked at me for a moment before setting his coffee mug on the counter and said " That you smile before you realize you're doing it. "

I blinked and said " I do? "

" You didn't used to. "

" When did that start? "

" I don't know, * His gaze remained on hers * but it happens almost every morning now. "

Heat crept into my cheeks and said " I wasn't aware. "

" I was. "

I looked away with a quiet laugh and said " You really are observant. "

" It's my job. "

" I think this goes beyond your job. "

" It does. "

His answer was so matter of fact that it stole my response.

He walked over to the refrigerator, taking out a carton of orange juice before grabbing another glass from the cabinet.

Without asking he poured one for me first. I leaned my elbows against the kitchen island, watching him and said " You've started doing that. "

" What? "

" Making mine before yours. "

He glanced down at the two glasses and said " I suppose I have. "

" You didn't even think about it. "

" No, * Handed her the glass * it felt natural."

Natural.

Something about that simple sentence warmed my chest. The word stayed with me long after he'd said it.

It wasn't just the orange juice.

It was the way he automatically reached for the chair beside him when breakfast was served instead of sitting across from me anymore.

The way he remembered I liked strawberry jam instead of orange marmalade, quietly passing it to me before I'd even asked.

The way he never left the house without telling me goodbye.

None of those things had happened overnight.

They'd simply... become us.

I took a small sip from my glass, watching him from over the rim.

He'd picked his report back up, though I noticed he hadn't actually started reading again. His eyes remained on the same paragraph for far too long.

A smile tugged at my lips and said

" You're not reading. "

His eyes lifted immediately and said " No? "

I shook my head and said " You've been looking at the same page for almost a minute. "

One corner of his mouth lifted and said " Observant. "

I laughed softly and said " I learned from the best. "

For just a second, something warm flickered through his expression.

Quiet pride.

He folded the report closed again and said " I'll finish it later. "

I blinked and said " You keep doing that. "

" What? "

" Setting work aside. "

His gaze settled on mine and said " For you. "

The answer came so simply that I almost forgot to breathe.

" You don't have to. "

" I know. "

" Then why do you? "

He rested one forearm against the kitchen island and said " Because the reports will still be there in an hour. * Eyes never left hers * But breakfast with you won't. "

My heart squeezed painfully.

How did he keep saying things like that so casually?

I looked down into my glass, trying and failing to hide the smile spreading across my face and I said " I think you're getting dangerously good at this. "

" At what? "

" Making me blush. "

" I wasn't trying. "

" That's the dangerous part. "

A quiet chuckle escaped him and said " I'll keep that in mind. "

" I don't think you will. "

" No. "

His smile widened just enough to make my stomach flutter.

" I probably won't. "

**

Rain had trapped us inside the mansion.

The library windows rattled softly beneath the steady storm while I searched the highest shelves for a novel I'd been meaning to read.

" .... Almost ... "

I stretched onto my toes.

Still... too high.

A familiar voice sounded behind me " You're not going to reach it. "

I turned, San stood only a step away and I said " I would've eventually. "

" I know. "

He reached over my head, effortlessly taking the book from the shelf.

Instead of handing it to me immediately, he looked at the cover and said " You've already read this one. "

" ...Twice. "

" You cried both times. "

I stared at him and said " ...How do you know that? "

" I found tissues tucked inside the last time you finished it. "

Heat flooded my face and said " You noticed that? "

" I notice most things about you. "

My heart betrayed me again.

He finally handed me the book.

Our fingers brushed, neither of us pulled away immediately.

Our fingers lingered against one another for the briefest moment.

Not intentionally, just.. neither of us seemed in any hurry to pull away.

The rain drummed softly against the library windows, wrapping the room in a comforting hush. The scent of old books and burning cedar from the fireplace filled the air.

I finally wrapped both hands around the novel, smiled and said " Thank you. "

" Of course. "

He didn't leave. Normally, he would've returned to his office, another meeting, another report, another phone call waiting for him.

Instead.. he stayed.

I tilted my head and said " Weren't you working? "

" I was. "

" Were? "

" I decided to take a break. "

I narrowed my eyes playfully and said " You? "

" I know. "

" I don't believe it. "

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and said " I expected that answer. "

I laughed quietly and said " You've become suspiciously responsible lately. "

" I've always been responsible. "

" I meant responsible toward yourself. "

He was quiet for a moment before replying and said " I'm trying. "

The simple honesty in those two words caught me off guard.

Trying.

Not pretending.

Not brushing it aside.

Trying.

" ...Because I keep bothering you? "

His eyes softened and he said " No. "

" Then why? "

He looked toward the rain covered windows before answering " Because I realized something. "

" What? "

" I work as though tomorrow isn't guaranteed. "

I frowned slightly and said " And? "

He looked back at me and said " But if tomorrow does come... I'd rather not spend all of today behind a desk. "

Something in my chest tightened. He wasn't talking about paperwork, not really.

He was talking about life, about how uncertain his own was.

I swallowed and said " ...You're thinking too much. "

" So are you. "

" ...Probably. "

A comfortable silence settled between us. I wandered toward one of the large armchairs near the fireplace before curling my legs beneath me.

San remained standing for another second before surprising me completely, he sat down in the chair beside mine.

Not across the room, beside me

The fire crackled between us, I looked over and said " ...You've never sat in here before. "

" I haven't. "

" You built this library. "

" I did. "

" And you've barely used it. "

" No. "

" So why now? "

His gaze drifted toward the shelves and said " Because you're here. "

My heartbeat stumbled, again.

Honestly... I was beginning to lose count.

I looked away before he noticed how flustered I'd become.

Too late.

" I made you blush. "

" I did not. "

" You did. "

" It was warm in here. "

" The fireplace has been lit for hours. "

" ...Exactly. "

He watched me with unmistakable amusement and said " You've become very creative. "

" I have to be. "

" Why? "

" Because you keep saying impossible things. "

" They seem possible. "

I let out an exasperated laugh and said " You know exactly what you're doing now. "

" I do. "

I pointed accusingly at him and said " There. "

" Where? "

" That. "

" What? "

" You're teasing me. "

" I am. "

" I knew it. "

His quiet chuckle filled the room.

It was still a rare sound. Every time I heard it... it felt like discovering something precious.

I rested my head against the back of the chair, smiling despite myself and said " I don't think anyone outside this room would believe this. "

" What? "

" That the man everyone fears spends his free time making his wife flustered. "

" They don't need to know. "

I smiled and said " No? "

" No. "

" Why not? "

" Because... * His eyes met hers * this part of me belongs to you. "

The words stole every coherent thought from my mind.

The room suddenly felt very small.

The rain sounded louder.

The fire seemed warmer.

I stared at him, searching his face for even the slightest hint that he'd meant something else.

There wasn't one. He'd said exactly what he'd intended.

My voice came out barely above a whisper " ...You say things that make my heart forget how to work. "

His expression softened in a way I'd come to recognize.

Not the expression reserved for business.

Not the one his men saw.

Only... this one.

" I'm beginning to notice. "

" Oh, that's embarrassing. "

" It shouldn't be. "

" It is. "

" Why? "

" Because you're always so calm. "

" I wasn't always. "

I blinked and said " ...You weren't? "

He shook his head once and said " The first time I realized you weren't afraid to stand close to me anymore... * Gaze drifted briefly to the fire * I spent the rest of the meeting thinking about it. "

I stared at him and said " You? "

" I. "

" You were distracted? "

" For approximately twelve minutes. "

I couldn't help laughing and said " Twelve? "

" I checked the clock. "

" You actually counted? "

" I did. "

I covered my face with one hand and said " I don't know whether that's incredibly sweet or incredibly concerning. "

" It can be both. "

I laughed even harder and said " I think... that's the most human thing I've ever heard you admit. "

He smiled and said " So I've been told. "

The rain continued falling outside.

Neither of us reached for another book.

Neither of us spoke for a while.

We simply sat together in the quiet library, listening to the storm.

**

A few days later...

It was nearly midnight. I found San asleep.

Not in bed, at his desk.

His reading glasses rested low on his nose, one hand still loosely holding a pen while paperwork remained scattered around him.

I smiled to myself.

For once... the head of the Choi Organization had lost a battle against exhaustion.

Quietly, I walked over.

I carefully lifted the pen from his fingers before gathering the files into neat stacks.

He stirred slightly but didn't wake. The blanket resting over the office sofa caught my attention. I unfolded it carefully before draping it across his shoulders.

The movement made him open his eyes and said " ...Y/n. "

" You fell asleep. "

" I wasn't planning to. "

" I know. "

His voice was still rough with sleep and said " You stayed awake for me again. "

" I wasn't sleepy. "

He looked at me for several long seconds and said " You always lie about that. "

" ...Maybe a little. "

Without thinking... he reached for my hand, his fingers wrapped gently around mine and said " Thank you. "

There was something different in the way he said it.

Softer.

Warmer.

Almost... affectionate.

Even half asleep, his fingers wrapped around mine with quiet certainty, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

The office was illuminated only by the desk lamp and the soft glow of the city beyond the windows. The mansion had fallen unusually quiet. Somewhere far outside, a guard's radio crackled before fading again.

I looked down at our joined hands, my thumb brushed lightly across the back of his hand without me even thinking about it.

His eyes softened and I whispered " ...You should go to bed. "

" So should you. "

" I wasn't the one who fell asleep at my desk. "

" I was resting my eyes. "

I smiled and said " Is that what we're calling it? "

" It is. "

" You were snoring. "

His eyebrows lifted and said " I don't snore. "

" You absolutely do. "

" I don't. "

" It wasn't loud. * Teased * Just... enough to prove you're human. "

A quiet breath escaped him that sounded suspiciously like a laugh and said " I'll have to ask someone else. "

" You can't. "

" Why not? "

" They'd all tell you they never heard anything. "

" Because they're loyal? "

" Because they're terrified of you. "

The corner of his mouth lifted and said " ...Fair. "

I couldn't help smiling. It still amazed me sometimes...

How different he was when it was just us.

The man the rest of the world feared was somehow the same man arguing with me over whether he'd been snoring.

His gaze drifted over my face before settling somewhere just behind me and said " What time is it? "

I glanced toward the clock on the bookshelf and said " Almost midnight. "

He sighed quietly and said " I kept you awake. "

" You didn't. "

" I did. "

" I chose to come. "

His eyes returned to mine and said " I know. "

There was that look again. That impossibly gentle expression he never let anyone else see.

He slowly released my hand, though his fingertips lingered against mine for just a heartbeat longer before letting go completely.

" I should finish these. "

I looked at the mountain of paperwork covering his desk and said " No. "

" No? "

" No. "

His eyebrow rose and I said " You've already worked all day. "

" I still have- "

" You also fell asleep. "

" I recovered. "

" You were asleep for almost forty minutes. "

" ...Was I? "

" You were. "

He looked mildly surprised and said " I don't usually sleep that deeply. "

" I know. "

Silence settled for a moment, then I said " Come upstairs. "

The words slipped out before I had time to overthink them.

He looked at me quietly and I said " The paperwork will still be here tomorrow. "

" It will. "

" And if it's truly urgent... "

" They'll wake me. "

" They always do. "

" So... * Smiled softly * come to bed. "

For a second, I wondered if I'd said too much. Then he stood.

Without arguing.

Without negotiating.

Without reaching for another file.

I blinked and said " ...You're actually coming. "

" I was invited. "

" I thought you'd insist on finishing. "

" I considered it. "

" What changed your mind? "

His answer came as calmly as ever and said " You asked. "

My heart melted a little more.

Somehow... after everything we'd been through... that was still enough.

Together, we stepped out into the hallway. The two guards outside the office immediately straightened and they said " Boss. "

San nod his head and said " We're done for the night. "

Both men looked surprised but recovered almost instantly and said " Yes, Boss. "

As we walked toward the staircase, I felt their eyes follow us for a second before they politely looked away.

" ...They're surprised. " I murmured.

" They'll recover. "

" They're probably wondering why you stopped working before two in the morning. "

" They know why. "

I looked at him and said " They do? "

" They've noticed. "

" Noticed what? "

His expression remained perfectly composed and said " That my wife usually wins. "

I stopped walking, he took another step before realizing I'd fallen behind. Turning back, he found me staring at him and said "....What? "

" You let me win? "

" I choose my battles. "

I narrowed my eyes and said " That's suspicious. "

" It should be. "

" I thought I was persuasive. "

" You are. "

" So which is it? "

A hint of amusement flickered across his face and said " ...Both. "

I laughed quietly as we continued upstairs. The bedroom greeted us with familiar warmth.

I watched him loosen the cuffs of his sleeves before placing his watch on the nightstand.

His movements had become familiar to me.

The careful way he folded his jacket.

The way he always checked that the bedroom door was locked before turning off the lights.

The way he never climbed into bed until he knew I was comfortable first.

Little things.

Things I'd started noticing because... somewhere along the way....I'd begun memorizing him.

I slipped beneath the blankets while he turned off the bedside lamp. Darkness settled around us. Only moonlight filtered through the curtains.

For several quiet minutes, neither of us spoke, then he said " ...Y/n. "

" Hm? "

" ...Thank you. "

I turned toward him and said " For what? "

" For reminding me... "

His voice was barely louder than the rain beginning outside again.

" ...that I don't always have to carry everything by myself. "

My chest tightened. I reached across the small space between us until my fingers found his hand beneath the blankets.

This time... I was the one who reached first, his fingers intertwined with mine instantly.

No hesitation.

No uncertainty.

Just warmth.

Just trust.

I smiled into the darkness and said " You don't. "

" ...I know. "

For the first time in a long time... The head of the Choi Organization fell asleep before I did and with his hand still holding mine...

I realized there was nowhere else in the world I'd rather have been.

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