Drinking Games 2 | San
summary: when you need an easy way to make money during your last semester of college, your friend gets you a job at a local bar. you wish that didn’t include the cute singer who won’t leave you alone, but when do things ever go your way.
pairing: Singer!San x Bartender!Reader
genre/warning: fluff, angst, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
Word count: 8.4k
note: finally a second part. i hope you enjoy!
"Order for table three."
You put the coffee pot back on its stand as you turn to look at Reggie. He placed the two plates on the window seal. He also placed a small basket of fries. You looked up at him.
"I told you I'm going to fatten you up. You need to get some meat on those bones.
You let out a small laugh as you grab the two plates. "Thank you."
"Anytime."
You bring over the plates to table three. You place their plates down before refilling their drinks. After making sure all of your tables didn't need anything, you grabbed the fries and told the other woman working with you, Jisoo, that you were taking a break before she leaves for the night.
You make your way to the small employee room. There were a few lockers for people to put their things in. There was also a fridge and microwave. You sat back in your chair as you flipped through the TV channels. You settle for some movie that you've seen a million times. You start to eat your food as you watch the movie.
It has been two weeks since you had been fired from Red's Bar. You had spent a week looking for a job, but no one wanted to hire you with your schedule. That was until you walked into this place.
Loves Diner.
You had spent the whole day begging someone to give you a job with no success. With swollen eyes from your breakdown in your car, you entered this place for some food. You tucked yourself away in a far corner so no one could see your frustration. You scrolled through your phone for any possible jobs when someone sat down in front of you.
"Here you go my dear."
You look up to see an older woman sitting in front of you. She looked like she had stepped out of a 1920's movie. Her long hair had faded to white as it was pulled up in a bun. Her dress was red and black as it flared out. She also had bright red lipstick on.
You looked down to see that she had placed a vanilla milkshake in front of you. "I'm sorry, but I didn't order this."
Her wrinkles grew as she smiled at you. "I know. Whenever my grandkids are sad, these milkshakes always cheer them up. It's the grandma in me."
You look at her for a moment before sliding the milkshake towards you. You take a sip of the milkshake before looking up at her. "I see why. This is a pretty good milkshake."
"It's my mother's recipe." She told you. "Now, why don't you tell me what's bothering you."
You didn't want to talk about it, but the way she looked at you made you spill everything. From college, to San, and even getting fired from your last job. You spent a half hour giving her your life story, and not once did she interrupt you. She listened intently. She even wiped away a couple of your tears as they fell. Once you were done, you apologized for throwing all of that at her. Even if it felt good to get it out.
"You don't have to apologize, my dear." She told you. "I'm going to tell you a story. You see that man over there?"
You turned to where she was pointing. You saw an older man talking to some of the customers. He was matching the woman who was sitting in front of you, Leslie. His red shirt was tucked into his black pants. He also had a pair of black suspenders.
"Is that your husband?" You asked.
"It is." She answered. "We have been married for 43 years."
"Wow."
"We had met in a restaurant quite similar to this one. I was a worker, and he had come in with all of his friends. Back then, we had worn roller blades to get around." She laughed at the memory. "He had walked out in front of me. I tried to stop, but almost fell backwards on my bottom. He rushed forwards and caught me. The rest is history."
"So, you recreated this restaurant because of that?" You asked.
"Not quite." She answered. "It's very similar to your story. Leonard's friends had dared him to ask me on a date. When I had found out, I wasn't very happy."
"I know the feeling."
"He tried to apologize in every way imaginable. Flowers, candy, you name it. I had finally agreed to talk to him, and he brought me here. It was abandoned previously, but he had bought it and turned it into the place like where we had first met."
"Did you forgive him after that?"
"I did." She answered. "I could tell how sorry he was. I also knew how much he loved me. Just like San loves you."
You look down at your shake. "I know he does, and that's the hardest part."
"It will all work out my dear." She rubbed at your hands. "Wait for him to do some grand gesture. One that proves he's really sorry and doesn't include fighting anyone."
You laugh at the end of her statement. "Do you really think we'll work this out?"
"I do." She answered. "You just need time to heal. And until then, you have a job here."
"Really?" You asked her. She nodded her head at you.
"I will work with your schedule. You're going to get through this."
"Thank you so much."
You had work almost every weeknight since then. She paid you more than Red did which you greatly appreciate. She also worked with your schedule better than anyone has. If she knows you have a test coming up, she won't allow you to work that previous night, so you can study.
You could never find a way to repay her for all she has done for you. Even though you try, she won't allow it. She's just a kind woman who wants to help, and you couldn't be anymore grateful for that.
The next few shifts at work you were on your own. You didn't have a problem with it. It was mostly quite on weeknights. Except for Friday. You'll get a lot of teenagers, but it's nothing you can't handle.
Reggie had cleaned up the kitchen and left for the night. Normally he waits, but his kid had a recital. You weren't going to let him miss that. You had your phone blaring music as you wiped down the counters. You were singing along until you heard someone come in the front doors. You cursed as you forgot to lock the doors.
"I'm sorry, but we're closed for the night."
"Damn, I was really hoping for a milkshake."
You turn to look as you recognized the voice. There dressed in all black was a now blonde Wooyoung. He stood at the door with his hands tucked in his pockets. When your eyes met his, he smiled nervously at you. This was the first time the two of you would have a proper conversation without San.
"What do you want?"
"Can we talk?" He asked.
You weren't really close to any of San's band members. You had heard the most about Wooyoung though as him and San were close. You thought he was nice from the few times you met, but that changed after you watched that video. He was the one who started the who bet.
"Why?" You asked. "So, you can rub it in my face that you won?"
Wooyoung let out a sigh. "No. Things got out of hand, I'll admit. But I feel like I needed to tell you what happened since you won't listen to San."
"Can you blame me?"
"No." Wooyoung answered. "But unlike him I not going to take no for an answer. I'm not leaving until we talk."
You raise your eyebrows at him. You thought about saying no, but you remember San saying whenever Wooyoung has his mind set on something, he's not going to stop until he gets it.
“Whatever.” Wooyoung walked over to the spot in front of you before taking a seat at the counter. You leaned back on the counter. “How did you even know I work here?”
“I have my resources.” Wooyoung answered. You stared at him before squinting.
“Hongjoong?”
“Hongjoong.”
You let out a small laugh. “That’s the last time I tell him anything.”
“I mean. You did tell the one who was the most against you two turned into the biggest supporter of you and San.” Wooyoung smiled.
You shrug your shoulders. “Point taken.”
“San’s really struggling over your breakup.” Wooyoung admitted. “We’re having to drag him out of bed to perform. He’s not interacting with the crowd like he used to. He’s also forgetting lyrics to the songs he wrote. It’s getting bad.”
You look down as you listen to him. “I understand. My grades are starting to slip because I can’t focus anymore. Between that and my tuition, I don’t think I’m going to graduate on time.”
“I’m sorry (Y/N).” Wooyoung apologized. You could tell that he meant it, but it still hurt. “I would have never made it into a bet if I knew. As much as I love San, I didn’t think he was capable of a love like yours.”
“So why did you?” You ask.
“I don’t know. We always make stupid bets. I thought this one was no different.” Wooyoung answered.
“You didn’t think it would hurt me or your best friend?”
Wooyoung shook his head. “Like I said, I didn’t think he was going to get attached to you. When I did see it though, I realized what mistake we had made.”
“Was that before or after you had gotten your money?”
“San broke off the bet after your first date.” Wooyoung answered. “I never got any money.”
Your eyes widened at Wooyoung’s confession. San hadn’t told you this. Though he never got the chance to as you never let him speak. You now realize that may have been a mistake. At least now you had a chance to know everything.
“What happened Wooyoung?”
“After your date, San immediately made his way to mine and Mingi’s apartment. He told us that he wasn’t going through with the bet anymore. He said he would pay us to make us shut up, but he didn’t want to be a part of it anymore.” Wooyoung started to explain. “Of course, Mingi and I threw a fit. We thought it was because he knew he was going to lose, but that wasn’t the case at all.”
“What was it?”
“He was already starting to fall in love with you.” Wooyoung answered. “We listened to him go on about you for a while. About how you were different than anyone he’s ever met. He said if he could listen to one sound for the rest of his life, it would be your voice. After that, I felt like we had no choice but to agree. I couldn’t stand to see him get hurt.”
“So, the rest of our time spent together wasn’t under the bet?” You asked.
“Correct.”
You let out a sigh of relief. In a sense, it made you feel better. You were still hurt that the only reason he pursued you was because of that bet, but it wasn’t the reason why he stayed with you so long. 3 months may haven’t seemed that long, but for you it was. Your and San’s relationship was something you never thought could happen to you. It was like the sappy stuff you read about that normally grossed you out. It was entirely different when it’s you and him. You feel some of the anger fade away. Maybe you could find yourself to forgive San, but you still had some doubts.
“I just wished he would’ve said something, you know?” You tell him.
“Would you still have been mad?” Wooyoung responded.
“Probably.” You answered. “But I would have rather him tell me then to find out from a video. Why do you guys record it anyway?”
“We didn’t.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Then who did?”
“That’s what San was trying to figure it out.” Wooyoung answered. “He ended up bribing the security guy to let him watch the cameras. The only ones who entered the locker room was you, Hongjoong, and Red.”
“Hongjoong wouldn’t do something like that.” You spoke up. Wooyoung nodded.
“Exactly, so we knew it had to have been Red. I had never seen San that mad, and we have been friends since we were kids.”
You were scared to find out the answer to your question. “What did he do?”
“He didn’t fight him which really shocked me.” You let out a sigh of relief. You didn’t like the idea of him fighting. “San questioned him. At first, he refused that it was him. That was until San threatened to quit.”
“Why did he do it?”
“I know Chae told you about the girl they hired before you.”
“The one that became obsessed with San?” You asked.
Wooyoung nodded. “That girl was Red’s niece.”
“You’re lying.”
“I swear.” Wooyoung told you. “She went to Red upset at what San did. He wasn’t happy, but he didn’t want to lose us. Because we’re great and all.”
“So, he waited this long to have his revenge on hurting his niece?”
“Well, he was the one who slashed San’s tires. He thought that was make him feel better, but it didn’t. He said the more he saw San with these other women, the angrier he got. He recorded every session to find something to hurt San with.”
“He waited until we got close before hurting San.” You concluded. Wooyoung nodded at you signaling you were correct. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of something so messed up. Are you still working there?”
“Yes, but only for one reason. San’s trying to buy out Red for the bar.”
“Are you serious?” You asked. He had never told you that.
“We had played in that bar since we had formed Purple Rose. That was our first gig. The place is special to us, and none of us want to see it trashed by Red.” Wooyoung answered.
“I hope you get it.”
“I hope your there to see it.” Wooyoung told you.
“I’m not as upset as I was before this conversation.” You could see Wooyoung start to get hopeful. “I still need some time to heal.”
Wooyoung was upset before he realized what you said. “That’s not a no.”
“It’s not.” You had a hint of a smile as Wooyoung jumped out of his chair in excitement.
“I will take this meeting as a success. I’m going to leave before I say anything to make you change your mind.”
You laugh at Wooyoung’s statement. “Thank you for talking to me.”
“Be sure to tell San that I’m the reason you got back together.” Wooyoung said as he walked out of the door. You walked behind him to lock the door and turn out the lights.
“Not gonna happen.”
You heave the giant metal door open before you slipped inside. You were inside the place you hated the most. The financial building of your college. This is where you have to come to pay your tuition. You pay some out of every paycheck, but it seems like the numbers never go down. Damn interest. You take a seat as everyone was busy assisting someone else. You scroll on your phone as you wait for an empty window.
It's been almost two weeks since yours and Wooyoung’s conversation. The longer you waited to talk to San, the harder it got. You wanted to talk to him. You really did, but you just had too many things on your plate. You just hoped that San would wait for you. You couldn’t blame him if he didn’t though. You only had one month left of college. Finals were in 3 weeks. You hoped you could hold up until then without falling apart. You are one surprise away from a breakdown.
“I can help whoever’s next.”
You look up to see an empty window. You put your phone in your pocket as you walk up to the counter. “I’d like to make a payment.”
“Student ID, please.”
You place your bag on the counter and pull out your wallet. You hand her your ID. As she looks you up, you pull out the small paper you keep in your wallet. It had all of your deductions and how much you owed. If you had done the math right, you finish paying off your tuition with a week to spare. The only reason is Chae told you not to worry about the rent for this month. You tried to argue with her, but she wouldn’t listen. She said you could make it up by taking her on a ‘date’ to a fancy restaurant she had been dying to go to after you graduate.
“(Y/N), correct?”
“Yes ma’am.”
She looked at the computer in confusion before looking up at you. “I don’t see any balance on here. Did you pay it off and not realize it?”
“There’s no way. I still had $1,800 left on it.” You answer in confusion. Did she pull up the wrong student?
“When was the last time you paid on it?” She asked.
“Two weeks ago on the 25th.”
You watched anxiously as she typed away on her computer. “It says that the last payment was made two days ago.”
"That's impossible." You muttered.
No one you knew had access to your account. You went over your account with the woman once again just to make sure she had yours pulled up. You should be happy about this. You could graduate now that your tuition was paid off. It just made you feel anxious for some reason. All of these questions were going through your head. What if someone deposited their money into your account by accident? Unless someone was doing this from the good of their heart, you couldn't think of anyone who would pay for it.
"Is there any way I could find out who paid for it?" You asked.
"I don't know." She answered. "I've never had this happen before."
Despite your nerves, you laughed at her response. You watched as she got up and walked away from you. After a minute, a different woman walked over to you.
"Good afternoon." She greeted. "My name is Sooyoung. I was the one that helped the young gentleman with the payment. I remember because we don't have this happen very often."
"Gentleman" You asked.
"Yes. He said that you were an angel and had helped him through a lot over the past few months. He was a real cutie."
Your heart felt like it stopped when she said angel. The was only one person who has ever called you that. San. Why would he pay for it? He knew that you didn't want any help. Everyone did. Even if you did, you were stubborn. You felt like you had to do everything yourself.
You pull out your phone and pull up a picture of San. "Was this him?"
"It was." She recognized him instantly. "He was a real sweetheart."
"Thank you for your time."
You picked up your bag before walking out of the building. You pulled your hood over your head as you exit the building. You speed walk as you make your way back to your car. You open the door before sliding in, throwing your bag in the back seat. You were glad no one was around as you placed your face in your hands as you let out a frustrated scream.
Was this the grand gesture Leslie was talking about?
You couldn’t wrap your head around San doing something like this. Even though you should have seen it coming. When you were with San, he had gotten you to open up to him. That included both good and bad. You remember him holding you all night as you cried about your money struggles. He had begged you to let him help you, but you always said no. You felt like you could do it yourself. That was until San outed you one night.
Your parents told you that you would never survive on your own. Not without them. They have since apologized for that, but you still remember. You didn’t want to feel like a burden to anyone else like how you once did with your parents. San understood that, but he still wanted to help you. He tried to convince you that just because he helps you doesn’t make you a burden. You wouldn’t have to pay it back which also upset you. You knew that everyone was only trying to help you. But it was hard to ask and receive help when you haven’t had it in so long.
You walk into yours and Chae’s shared apartment. Chae was sitting on the couch waiting for you as she always did when you went to pay your tuition. You always came home upset as the numbers never seemed like they were going down. You would always go to her and let out your frustrations and fears. You felt like you were never going to graduate. Chae always did her best to erase those worries. Even if it involved holding you all night while you cried. You would never find yourself a better friend, and you always made sure to tell her that.
“How did it go?” Chae asked hesitantly. You just stood there for a moment after kicking off your shoes. After not answering her, she lifted up the edge of the blanket. You threw your bag onto the floor as you ran to her arms.
She hugged you tightly as you cried. This time it wasn’t because you felt like you were going to graduate. This time it was because you were going to graduate. All of those sleepless nights of studying would finally pay off. All because of San. You didn’t know how you were going to repay him.
“Was it that bad?”
“No.” You sobbed. You pulled away from her and wiped your tears with your sleeve. “My tuition is paid.”
Chae’s eyes widened as she jumped up. “You finally paid it off. I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it. Even if you are a stubborn bitch.”
“That’s the thing. I didn’t pay for it.” You told her. She looked at you in confusion.
“Then who did?”
“San.”
Chae finally understood your tears as she sat back down onto the couch.
“What the hell am I supposed to do?” You asked.
“Graduate.” Chae answered. You looked over at her. “That’s what San wants, or he wouldn’t have paid for it.”
“But what about San?” You asked.
“What about him?”
“Wooyoung said that San had been saving up to buy the bar.” You told her. “What if he can’t buy it now because of me?”
“I want to say that isn’t your concern anymore, but that wouldn’t be the case because you still love him. And it’s obvious that he loves you back. He paid your tuition even though you said you hated him.” Chae answered.
“I also said I never wanted to see him again.”
“Is that true?” Chae asked. You shook your head as you looked at your lap.
The two of you have had this conversation many times since you and San had broken up. Of course, Chae was on your side. She always was. Even when you were wrong. That also meant that she didn’t believe you when you went on your drunk rampages about him. Screaming that you never wanted to see him again. That you wished you had never met him. All things that she knew wasn’t true. She also knew that you knew that they weren’t true. You were just lying to yourself and to her. She knew you wanted to stay strong, but you can only stay strong so long before you break.
“No.” You answer. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”
“What do you want to do?” Chae asked. You sighed as you flopped back on the couch. Chae laid the cover over the both of you as you thought about your options.
“I am still upset over everything, but I’m not mad anymore. I feel like I can forgive him now that I have had time to think everything over.” You told Chae. She listened as you ranted.
“(Y/N), you know he’s sorry, or else he wouldn’t have paid your tuition. He also sings your favorite songs every night at the bar.”
“Does he really?” You ask her.
She nodded her head. “Last night he played (Y/F/S). It was funny listening to all of the drunks try to sing along with him.”
“My finals are coming up. I feel like that needs to be my main focus. I feel bad not saying anything to him though.” You admit.
“I’m sure he’ll understand. He’s waited for you this long. What’s two more weeks?
“I feel like a proud parent.”
“Shut up Chae.”
The two of you get out of the car. Today was finally the day that you felt would never come. You were graduating college. All of the pain and tears were finally worth it. You were finally going to walk across that stage and get your degree. Your parents were going to watch you do something they never thought you would.
“I can’t help it. All of the struggling paid off. I can finally be your sugar baby.”
You laughed as the two of you made your way to the auditorium. You left her side as you made your way to where you were supposed to go. You didn’t know where Chae was sitting, but you easily found here by her yelling.
You watch as everyone along with you graduated. You prayed that you wouldn’t trip right as you walked across the stage. You smiled as you grabbed the degree and walked off the stage. You looked over to Chae. You smile as you see her hold her phone up. She snaps a picture before yelling loudly.
“That’s my best friend!”
Your cheeks turn red as you make your way back to your seat. You sit down and wait for everyone else to be called. You listen as they thank everyone for coming. You did the traditional cap toss before everyone started to celebrate. You push through the large crowd as you looked for Chae. You barely had time to register as you were nearly knocked down by a hug.
“I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you. I don’t think I would’ve done it without you.” You tell your best friend. She slaps you before fanning her face.
“Don’t you dare make me cry.”
You look around, stopping you spot a familiar face. “Mom?”
Your parents walk up to you. This is the first time you had seen them in 3 years. They seem nervous as they smile at you. Your father decided to speak up first.
“I’m very proud of you (Y/N).”
You look at him in shock. “You are?”
“We both are.” Your mother spoke up. “You stood up for what you believed in and look at you now. A strong, beautiful woman. I’m sorry it took us so long to see that.”
“Thank you.”
You are shocked once again as your mother pulls you into a hug. You take a second before you hug her back. When she lets go, your father also hugs you. It felt weird to be around them again. They had caused you so much pain when you had told them what you wanted. They had basically disowned you.
“We’re going to be in town for a few days. Can we meet up for dinner?” Your mother asked. Did she want what you think she wanted? “I know we hurt you, and it will take a long time for your forgiveness. But we want to try to earn your forgiveness and trust once again. For good this time.”
She was right. They hurt you, and it would take a long time to forgive them. That’s if you forgave them. Even if they were your parents. If there’s anything you learned, it’s to be the bigger person. And if they were willing to try to fix their mistakes, who were you to stop them. You would continue to try to fix your relationship with your parents, but only if they were willing to put in the effort on their side. And by the looks on their faces, they were willing to.
“How does tomorrow sound?” You ask.
You parents smiled at the thought of spending time with their daughter finally. They didn’t think it would happen with the pain they caused you. They knew they had no one to blame but themselves, so they were happy you were willing to try to forgive them.
“That sounds great.”
You bid your parents goodbye. You look over to Chae who had the same look of shock on her face. You stared at her until something caught your attention. You watch as someone pulls a hood over their hair before walking away from the ceremony. You couldn’t see their face, but you did see the familiar streak of red in their hair. You were then shaken from your spot.
“(Y/N).” You look back to Chae. “Are you okay?”
You nod your head. “I’m fine. I just thought I saw someone I knew.”
“Well, you did just graduate with these people.” You slap her as she points out the obvious.
“I thought I saw San.” You admit. You watch her face. You knew she was trying to hide something. “What did you do?”
“Why do you automatically think I did something?” She asked.
“Did you?”
“No.” She immediately answered. You looked at her before tilting your head. “Okay. Maybe I sent San an invitation to come to your graduation.”
“Why did you do that?” You weren’t upset at her. You just wanted to know.
“Because he has been messaging me to see how you were doing these past two months.” Chae admitted. You would be shocked, but you already knew this. She was horrible at keeping secrets.
“I know that. I was just waiting for you to finally admit it.”
“No, you didn’t.” Chae answered.
“You admitted it when you got wine drunk last week.” You told her. Chae let out a groan.
“Did I really?”
“Yeah. You also admitted that you threatened to hit him with your car.”
“Damn drunk me.” You laugh at her. “You’re not mad, are you?”
“No. You were only looking out for me, but if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”
“Where are you going?” She asked.
“Sans.” You answered. Chae squealed before pushing you away from her.
“Then what are you waiting for. Go! We’ll celebrate later.”
You knocked on San’s apartment door. You knew what you came here to do, and that was listen to San's side of the story. You want to see if it matched Wooyoung's. If it did, you could finally see yourself forgiving him. If it didn't though, this would be the last time you would ever see San.
You were about to knock again when the door opened. You looked at San who was clearly shocked to see you. "Angel?"
You looked closely at San. This was the first time you'd seen in in two months. You didn't feel pain anymore when you looked at him. That was until you see how much of a mess he was. His hair was damp and sticking in every direction. He looked like he had been sweating. He shirt was wrinkled, and his pants were loosely on his hips.
As much as you wanted to look at him, a wave of anxiety washes over you. He doesn't look like he was just at your graduation. He looks like he was busy with something else. Were you wrong about everything?
"Am I interrupting something?"
San furrowed his eyes in confusion. That's when he remembered how much of a mess he looked. It must look bad in your eyes.
"No." He quickly answered. "I was about to take a shower. There isn't anyone else. Not since you."
Your heart fluttered at his last sentence. You could tell he was nervous by his constant running his hand through his hair. It was cute. You bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing, but it didn't work. You let out a small laugh as you walk past San and into his apartment.
"I never thought I would see the day you would be nervous. Especially over a girl."
"Can you blame me?" San asked. "This is the first time you've talked to me since; you know. I don't want to mess it up."
"Like you did when you made that bet." You asked. You watched as his face dropped. You decided to apologize. "Sorry, I'm being petty. That wasn't the full reason I can here."
"Why did you come here? Not that I don't mind, but the last time we spoke, you said you never wanted to see me again." San watched as you sat on the couch. He wanted to sit next to you. He wanted to hold you like he had been dying to do these last two months. For obvious reasons, he didn't do that. He sat on the chair across from you.
"I did, didn't I?" You mumbled. "A lot of things have changed over the last two months. One of those changes being my anger towards you."
"So, you don't hate me anymore?" San asked. For the first time you looked into his eyes. San felt like his heart had stopped beating.
"San, I never hated you." You told him. "I hated your stupid actions, yes. But not you."
"How don’t you hate me?"
"Do you want me to hate you?" You asked. You laughed when he jumped up.
"No! Please don't hate me. I'll do anything."
"Calm down, San. I'm not going anywhere." San could feel the hope build up when you said that. He hoped he didn't misinterpret it. "The reason that I came here is because I'm finally ready to talk about everything that happened between us. I have questions, and I want answers. Honest ones."
"I promise to be completely honest with you." San held up his pinky, something he always did to you. You smiled softly as you wrapped your pinky around his. He let go of your hand before standing up and walking towards the kitchen.
"What are you doing?"
"If we're being honest, we might as well loosen up properly." San answered. You assumed he meant alcohol.
"Only if its-" You stopped your sentence when San held up your favorite wine. The only kind you would drink. "Trying to earn some brownie points I see."
"For you always."
San poured the two of you a full glass of wine. You tucked your feet underneath you as you sipped on your wine. You knew that San was waiting for you to start the conversation. You were just trying to figure out how. You decided to just start from the beginning.
"Is the only reason you talked to me because of that stupid bet?"
"No." San answered. "I would've talked to you regardless. You were and are still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I would've done anything to try and make you mine."
You looked up at him. "If that's the case, why didn't you tell me about the bet?"
"Because I'm an idiot." San took a long sip of his wine. "I thought it would ruin everything. I didn't think that you would trust me when I said that bet didn't matter to me. Only you."
"I can't say that things would've been fine, but I don't think I would've been as mad if you would've told me yourself." You told him. "The way things played out was very confusing. I felt torn because I knew that you had cared about me, but I also felt like you had used me."
A hand gripped yours as San moved next to you on the couch. "I will never be able to forgive myself for the way I made you feel. I never wanted to hurt you. I know I broke your trust in me, but please believe me when I say that I never used you."
"I know that now." You told him. "I also know you cut the bet off after our first date."
San looked at you in shock. "How did you know that?"
"Wooyoung." You outed his best friend. "He also told me that you cried like a baby."
"He told me he would never tell anyone." You laughed at San's outburst.
"I was joking about that. Did you really?"
"No." He quickly answered. He pouted as you continued to laugh, even though he loved the sound. "Stop laughing"
"I'm sorry. You're just so cute."
You watched as San looked down at his lap. "I should be the one apologizing. I am so sorry for this whole bet situation. I didn't want to let you down. I'm not sorry for loving you. You were the best thing to ever happen to me."
"Were?" You asked. "You say that part tense like we're through."
"Aren't we though? You said so yourself."
"San, look at me." You tell him. He continues to look at his lap. "Please, San."
You could see the tears in his eyes as he looked up at you. You placed you hand on his cheek as you wiped away his tears. You felt like you could spend the rest of your life telling him how much you cared for him, but you knew of a better way.
You leaned over and pressed your lips to San's. He instantly responded to you. You could taste the tears as you poured all of your emotions into the kiss. You leaned your forehead on his as you pulled away.
"Why did you do that?"
"Because I love you."
You let out a sound of shock as San pulls you into his lap. His hands wrap tightly around your waist as he buries his head in your neck. You softly rub his back as he cries into your shoulder.
"You shouldn't. I hurt you."
"It would be different if it didn't affect you this bad." You answer as you play with his long strands of black hair.
"But-"
"San, do you love me?"
San pulled back to look at you. You almost edited cooed at his puffy face. He looked so cute. "So much. I just want to spend the rest of my life making you happy."
"Then say it back."
"I love you, (Y/N)."
You smiled as you gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I love you, San. I just want to forget everything that happened."
"Really?" San couldn't believe what he was hearing. Instead of responding, you pulled him into another kiss. This one more sensual than the others.
San pulls you impossibly closer as he deepens the kiss. All of your past worries and stress melt away as San kisses you. It was just you two. The way it was supposed to be.
You let out a sigh as San pulls away from your lips and makes his way down your neck. You grip his shirt as he sucks on a tender spot. He was making sure to leave a mark. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew that you belonged to him. And he wasn’t going to mess that up again.
As you pull his shirt over his head, he pulls away from your neck. You throw his shirt to the side before reconnecting your lips. You slowly run your hands down his chest, feeling every muscle clench underneath your fingertips. You stop right below the waistband of his pants making him groan in anticipation.
Before you could go any further, San's hands tightly grip your thighs before lifting you up. You kiss down his neck, leaving a few marks like he had done to you. You feel him squeeze your ass as he sits on the bed with you in his lap.
"You're going to be the death of me."
You laugh at his statement before pecking his lips. Apparently, it wasn't enough for San as he chased after you as you pulled away. You get off of his lap before kneeling in front of him. His words were mumbled, so you couldn't understand him as you unbuttoned his pants. He holds his hips up as you slide his pants down his legs.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
You look up at him. You haven't given him a blow job yet. Only a hand job. He always wanted to make you feel 100% comfortable during your time together. He always gave you pleasure. Now you were going to return the favor.
Instead of answering, you grab his semi hard shaft before licking a strip along it. You watch as San throws his head back in pleasure as you place his head in your mouth. You softly suck, looking up at him to see if you were doing it right. You had no experience in this. As bad as it sounds, you were just going off of the videos you had watched.
San's hand strokes the side of your face as your eyes meet his. "You're doing so well, Angel."
You test yourself as you fit his length in your mouth. You fit as much as you could, and you wrapped your hand around the rest. You slowly bob your head up and down his length. You could tell that you were doing good by the sounds that were coming out of San's mouth.
You didn't know what to do with your other hand until you remember what you had watched. You softly grab his balls before giving them a small squeeze. A rather loud moan comes out of San's mouth. You look up at San to see him staring down at you. He swears he could come just from the look you were giving him.
"Are you sure you've never done this before?"
You pull away from him. Your hand tortures him by continuing to move slowly across his shaft. "No. Am I bad?"
"Quite the opposite." He answered. "I don't think I've ever seen a prettier sight. You've almost made me cum twice already."
"Really?" San nodded before pulling you back up into his lap. You tried to continue what you had started, but he stopped you with a kiss. "You don't want me to continue?"
"As much as I do, I only want to cum inside of you. Is that okay Angel?"
"Yes."
"And you're going to be a good girl and let me, aren't you?"
"Please." You beg him.
"Then let's get these clothes off."
You get off of San's lap, so you could take off your clothes. You watch as San props himself on a pillow to watch you. You felt a blush form on your face as you slowly take off your clothes. Just because you were nervous doesn't mean you couldn't tease him.
After you had shed all of your clothes, you crawled back into San's lap. San instantly responded to your kiss. He easily slipped his tongue past your lips, exploring the inside of your mouth. You moaned as he pulled away from you.
"Angel, I think you're sitting on the wrong spot."
You looked at him confused. "What do you mean? Where else would I sit?"
San leaned close to you, his lips brushing against yours. "My face."
"Oh." Your face turned red as you understood him. San laughed at your response as he kissed your forehead.
"You don't have to if you don't want to."
"I do. It's just- What if I hurt you?" You ask.
"You won't. I promise." You sit up as San scoots down the bed. "If you want to stop at any time, let me know."
You position yourself to where your heat was directly over San's face. His hands gripped your thighs as he pulled you down onto his face. He wasted no time licking a strip up the center of your heat. You let out a moan as he eats you out like it's his last meal.
"Oh my God, San!"
"Does it feel good?"
He sticks two fingers inside of you making you grip his hair in pleasure. San let out a groan as you pulled his hair. He loved it when his hair was pulled. He had told you that, but you hadn't done it before. You were always scared that you would hurt him.
"S-so good." You moan out.
If San felt like he was on cloud 9 before, he was in heaven when you rolled your hips in pleasure. He knew you didn't realize you were doing it by the way your eyes were screwed shut. His name was coming out of your mouth in small chants. He knew you were close. The louder you got, the closer you were.
You felt a familiar knot rise in your stomach. "San, I'm close."
"I know. Cum for me."
As soon as San said that you released with a loud moan of his name. Your hand untangled itself from his hair as you brush your hair away from your face. You lifted your leg and sat on the bed before your legs gave out. San wasted no time pressing kisses all over your face as you recovered.
"Are you okay?" San asked.
"I don't think I've ever came that hard." You panted out.
Once you had come down from your high, you pulled San into a kiss. Your back landed on the bed as he hovered over you. Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him down closer to you. San felt himself grow impossibly hard as his shaft brushed against your heat. You yourself had moan at that.
"Please, San." You beg the man above you.
"Please what, Angel?"
"Fuck me."
"With pleasure." San gave you one final kiss before reaching over and grabbing a condom. That was until he realized he didn't have anymore. "Shit."
"What's wrong?" You asked.
San buried his head in your neck. "I don't have any condoms."
"It's okay, San. I trust you."
San looked up to meet your eyes. He saw no hesitation or fear in your eyes. Only love and affection. He pulled you into a sweet kiss before pulling away.
"Are you sure?"
"I am." You assure him. "I love you, San."
"I love you too. So much."
"Then make love to me."
San pressed his lips to yours as he slowly pushed inside of you. It wasn't as painful as your first time together, but it had been two months since you two had sex. San knew that, so he took it easy until you said otherwise. Your nails scrapped down his back as you adjusted to his size.
"Are you okay?"
You waited a minute before responding. "I'm okay. You can move."
San kissed your cheek as he pulled out before pushing himself back into you. San loved the way you felt against him. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Your hands tangled in his hair. He felt like you were made for him. He wouldn't mess this up again.
You let out a soft moan as the pain drifted into pleasure. "San, can you go faster please?"
"Anything for you."
You throw your head back has San picked up his pace. He took the opportunity to place kisses along your neck. He could tell that he was starting to get close by the way he sped up. He was starting to become sloppy. But he wouldn't cum before you.
San reached down to rub your already swollen clit. You buried your head in his neck as he brought the two of you closer to your highs.
"S-San, I-I'm close."
"I know baby. I am too."
San watched as you came first. You let out a loud moan as you came to your high. San watched you in awe, completely unaware of his own high until it was too late. He didn't want to come inside of you, but he couldn't help it. The way you clenched around him. San let out a moan of his own as he released inside of you. San placed his head on your chest as the two of you caught your breath.
"I love you." You spoke up first. San looked up at you with a smile.
"I love you more."
You let out a whimper as San pulled out of you. He pulls you into his side. You threw your leg over him as you cuddled into his side. The two of you were covered in sweat, but you didn't mind. Especially when San kissed you sweetly on your head as he pulled the covers over you.
"San, can I ask you a question?" You speak up after a moment of silence.
"Of course."
You prop your head up on your hand so you could look at him. "Why did you pay off my tuition?"
"I could see how much you had worried about it. You always told me not to worry, but your eyes said differently. I wanted to help you, whether we were together or not." San explained.
"But what about the bar?" You asked. San looked at you in confusion.
"What about it?"
"Wooyoung told me that you were saving up to buy it."
San let out a scoff. "Did he tell you all of my secrets?"
"San."
"It did take a portion of that away, but that's not going to stop me. I will own that bar." San told you.
"I can help you." You tell him. San shook his head.
"I'm not taking your money."
"Will you take my knowledge?" You asked. San was confused once again. "I did just graduate with a degree in business and finance."
"We'll take about that later, okay? All I want to do is to take a shower with my love and spend the rest of the evening together."
You smile and kiss his lips. "That could be arranged."
"I love you, Angel."
"I love you too, San."
