#yeonsang

Hongjoon

You both were walking to your house, you had dinner with him. Your relationship with him was labeled as “friendship”, but you always felt more than it. When you both arrived to your doorstep you stood in front of him, looking into his eyes, you needed to tell him now.

“Hongjoon… I…” you hesitate, it’s not something easy to say.

“You okay?” He asks as he takes a step closer. You can’t help it, you freeze, this is the closest you’ve been to him.

“I like you” you say in a whisper, but he heard it clearly. He didn’t react, his look didn’t even shift from your eyes.

“I- I’m sorry… I’ll just go inside. Thanks for today.” You say almost wanting to cry, too embarrassed to stay there, so you turn around to leave, but a hand gripping your wrist stops you. He pulls you almost roughly into his chest and kissed you… the lips you’ve been staring at for months finally kissed you, not knowing yours were also stared at for the same month by him.

“I really hope this is the way you meant it and not in a friendly way y/n”.

Seonghwa

Flashback

You are so drunk, you can’t even process how the kiss started, and so you don’t know how you both ended in the bathroom kissing hungrily, cheeks red, body almost sweating, your back against the door, and hands everywhere. Seonghwa takes his hand to your clothed bulge as he starts kissing your neck, he palms you through your pants and you can’t help it but let out a moan, it just feels too good, so you decide to touch him too. This goes for some minutes, now both hands under the clothes, feeling hotter than never, his dick on your hand, all hot and hard, it is just too good, and so yours on his hand. But didn’t last long until someone knocked on the door and tried to open it, so you both immediately pulled apart… and suddenly seemed like you sobered up. You couldn’t stand it, what were you doing? Does he even like you? What if this doesn’t mean the same thing for him that it does for you? And so you were the first one to storm out of the bathroom, and out of the party.

That was the last day you saw him, it’s been a week without seeing him, and it felt wrong. So you grabbed your phone to text him, but there he was first: “can we meet? I feel like we need to talk.”

Now you’re face to face with him, and thought it was going to be hard to talk about it, but he went straight to the point.

“Did you regret it?”

“Regret what?”

“You know what”

“N-no, I don’t regret it.”

“Then why did you leave like that? And that too disappear for a whole week!”

“I… I guess I just got overwhelmed”

“By what could you have possibly get overwhelmed by?!” He looked hurt, he was definitely not having it.

“That it could’ve mean nothing to you.” You thought it was going to be you who said it first, the ‘I like you’. But Seonghwa had other plans.

“I LIKE YOU, YOU SILLY, AND IT MEANT EVERYTHING TO ME!”.

Yunho

Your relationship was called by the others as a “bromance”. Always together, slight hand touches, having each other’s contact with a cute name, taking pictures of each other… everyone saw it, everyone expected you two to confess soon, it was as if the only blind ones were the both of you. Yunho was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same, and so you thought the same of him, so it stayed as a silent wish. It was like this until today.

You both are in your house, sitting on your couch, you said something that wasn’t even that funny, but he laughed, those perfect teeth, that sound of his laugh, the curve of his lips when he smiles, the way his eyes wrinkle… this man is perfect, how could you not fall in love with him?

“I love you” It slipped, accidentally, you didn’t even notice you said it out loud. But he heard it. He stopped laughing.

“What?”

Your eyes widen in realization, you did say it out loud. ‘FUCK FUCK FUCK’ you screamed internally.

“Hm? Nothing?” You really trued to play it cool. TRIED.

“No! No, you don’t get to say that after I clearly heard you say you love me”. He was exalted, you never saw him like that before. “Do you love me?” He got closer, he was now sitting on his knees, his distance working as pressure over you to say it again. His eyes were on yours, wide and hopeful.

“Y-yes. I do…”

He smiled… oh that pretty smile. “You do?” He asked softly, leaning his face over yours. You only nodded, he was making you nervous.

“And what if I told you I love you too?” In another context you would be surprised, shocked even, but now you expect ped it, his eyes said it before if mouth did, so you wanted to play cool about it.

You grabbed his nape and pulled his face even closer. “I’d kiss you.”

“Then, I love you.”

And you did what you said you’d do. You both shared your first kiss, the most beautiful and genuine kiss.

Yeonsang

You didn’t plan to confess that night, not during a game night, not with the others just two rooms away, and definitely not after two drinks. But there you were, sitting beside him on the floor, trying to focus on the screen while your heart beat out of your chest.

“I like you.” You said it low, not even looking at him. But he heard. You knew he did.

He scoffed, light, almost a laugh, but not mocking. He wasn’t looking at you either. “You’re joking… right?”

Wow, that stung. “No.” You still didn’t look at him. “I’m not.” The silence that followed was awful. He didn’t say anything, didn’t move, didn’t even breathe loud. So you stood up.

“Forget it.” And you left , not out of anger, but out of shame.

You didn’t expect him to come to your room that night. But he did. Quiet knock. Eyes unreadable. You opened the door, confused.

He stepped inside without asking. “You weren’t kidding earlier?”

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t joke about that.” Another pause. And then… he grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you into a kiss, hard, urgent, unexpected. He pushed you gently against the wall, his lips still pressed to yours. “I didn’t know how to answer.” His voice dropped. “But I’ve thought about it. About you. More than I should.”

You felt his hands on your waist, his thigh pressing between yours. His breath was shaky now, as if he was the nervous one.

“Can I…?” he murmured, his hand sliding just under your shirt. And you nodded, swallowing.

And from there, it all blurred: soft touches, quiet gasps, and his voice whispering your name like he just realized how badly he needed it. You did make love that night.

San

You couldn’t take it anymore. The way he looked at you, laughed with you, hugged you a little too long… it was driving you insane. It was obvious, at least for you. The problem was that San flirted with everyone- no, the problem was that he flirted with girls. He smiled at them, touched them… but none of it ever meant anything, right?

Right?

So tonight, when he sat a little too close on the couch at your place, legs brushing, shoulder warm against yours, you just said it.

“I like you.”

He turned his head to you slowly. His smile faded.

“…What?”

“I like you,” you repeated, voice firm. “Not like a friend.”

His face was unreadable. No teasing grin, no denial. Just… silence. You expected a soft letdown. Maybe a “don’t ruin this.” Or worse, the classic “you’re like a brother to me.” But god saves you from this delicious man…

He moved. Fast. His hand cupped the back of your neck and he kissed you. Hard. Hot. Like he was mad you didn’t say it sooner. You gasped into it, surprised, but didn’t pull back, how could you? The way he was kissing you made your knees weak. He was breathing through his nose like he’d been holding this in forever.

He pulled back just enough to press his forehead against yours.

“I like you too, y/n.” His voice was raw. “I tried to play it cool. I didn’t want to push you away. But I’ve been thinking about this, about you, for so long.”

Your lips met again, slower this time. His hands moved to your waist, sliding under your shirt. But it wasn’t lustful, god, no, it was so gentle and soft you could feel like passing out. You kissed for quite a while, but after that, you both cuddled on the couch and slept peacefully, finally in each other’s embrace.

Mingi

You were friends with benefits. Nobody knew, just the two of you. But that was all, just friends who can have sex with each other. But you always knew you felt something more for him, he was too much to not love him. But the rule was “no feelings involved”.

He was pounding into you, the worst thing of all was the position, one of the most intimate positions, where you can look into each other’s eyes and press your chest together. He had you on your back with your legs around his hips, rocking into you constantly, using one of his hands to jerk you off and hold himself up with the other.

“I like you”. You said it in a whisper. But he didn’t stop, he didn’t even look at you still. So maybe he didn’t hear you.

“I- I like yo-“

“I heard you Y/N! Just… stop!.” you were cut off, harshly. And he stopped. Mingi pulled out slowly, like he was afraid of breaking you… and maybe he already had. He sat back on his heels, chest heaving, hair clinging to his forehead. You stayed on your back, breathing hard, still trying to process what just happened. He wasn’t looking at you.

“I told you we couldn’t do this,” he finally said, voice strained. “That was the rule.”

“I know,” you whispered. Your chest felt tight, but you couldn’t stop now. “I know. I just… couldn’t hold it anymore.”

He stood up abruptly, running a hand through his hair and pacing a little beside the bed.

“Mingi…” you sat up, the blanket pooling around your waist. “It’s not like I planned to say it during sex, okay? It just— it came out.”

He turned to you then, his face conflicted, torn between frustration and something softer. “You think I don’t feel anything? I do!” he continued, breath catching. “But I don’t know what to do with it. Because if I admit it, everything changes. We’re not just hooking up anymore. I can’t pretend it’s casual.” He sat on the edge of the bed again, his back facing you.

You moved behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “Then don’t pretend.”

He let out a shaky exhale. “I’m scared, y/n.”

You nodded slowly. “Me too.” There was a pause. His hand found yours where it rested on his stomach.

“…I like you too,” he said quietly. “More than I should. Way more than I should, and I’m sorry for snapping,” he whispered. “I just… I didn’t know how to react. But if you’ll let me, I wanna do this right. I wanna take you out. Hold your hand in public. Sleep next to you without just fucking.”

You grinned. “I want that too.”

He kissed you again. Not lustful, not rushed, just real. Warm. Familiar. The kind of kiss that says ‘I’m staying this time.’

Wooyoung

You confessed in the worst moment: in the middle of teasing, banter, tickling, laughing so hard your eyes watered. You were pinned under him on the bed, his hands holding your wrists down, both of you breathless.

“I like you.” It slipped out too easily. His smile faltered. Just a flicker, so quick most people wouldn’t have noticed it. But you noticed.

“Wait—what?” he asked, still hovering over you.

You looked up at him, heart pounding. “You heard me.” His eyes searched yours for a second too long. You expected a laugh. A stupid joke. A ‘don’t fall for me, babe’

“You’re serious?” he asked, softer this time.

“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.”

And then, as if something clicked inside him, he crashed down on you. His lips were on yours, hands releasing your wrists only to bury in your hair, kissing you so hungrily it made your head spin.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured against your lips.

“What—?”

“You don’t get to say something like that and expect me to hold back anymore.” You barely had time to react before he slid lower, kissing down your neck, your chest, tongue dragging over skin like he was tasting something he’d been craving for months. Your breath hitched as his hand reached your waistband, thumb teasing the hem. Clothes came off fast, touches desperate, kisses messier. But even in all that heat, there was something different. Something careful. Like he was finally getting what he really wanted and wasn’t going to ruin it.

“You’ve ruined me,” he whispered, lips brushing your hair. He smiled, all teeth and softness. “Now I actually have to be boyfriend material.”

You smirked. “Better start training, then.”

He kissed your forehead. “For you? I’ll become the best.”

Jongho

You hadn’t planned on saying it. But you couldn’t help it. He looked too good tonight. Black shirt, chain, the way his fingers tapped on the table while he listened to you talk. Focused. Warm. So when he walked you home, when you reached the quiet of your doorstep, you said it.

“I like you.” Jongho froze. His hand was still in his coat pocket, like he didn’t know what to do with it anymore. His brows furrowed.

“You… like me?” he repeated, voice unreadable.

You nodded. “I know it’s not what you expected, and if you don’t feel the same—”

“Stop,” he said quickly, and your breath caught.

“I do feel something.”

That alone made your chest twist.

“But,” he added, “I didn’t let myself think too much about it. Because I didn’t want to risk losing you.”

“Then take the risk,” you said softly.

You both didn’t rush, he was dying to kiss you, but he stopping himself from doing it. He looked at you and he knew he wanted to do things right. He’d give you a romantic ass kiss, like in a perfect date.

San saw you and his smile momentarily dropped. He'd just got here and was looking for his members when he found one, with you. You and Wooyoung looked up and spotted him making his stomach lurch. Wooyoung looked down as if he was caught doing something bad, but your eyes were glued to San. Trying to see if he was okay. San quickly put a smile on his face and walked in the opposite direction. You watched San walk away and then swore "I didn't want him to see me". Wooyoung shook his head "Y/n it's okay. We're part of the same company, you're allowed to be here". "Yeah but we both stick to our floors and avoid some another. That's the unspoken rule ever since I broke his heart". Wooyoung frowned. He never got why the two of you couldn't make it work. You were the love of San's life and he could tell you still loved San. Just the way you said his name or looked at him showed that. But apparently, you'd thought the two of you were too different so you ended it. "I should go find him" Wooyoung said and you nodded "make sure he's okay". Wooyoung nodded and set off to find San. He knew where he'd be and sure enough, San was on the outside balcony overlooking the city. "I'm fine" San said hearing footsteps and correctly guessing it was Wooyoung. "You don't need to come running after me every time I see her" San said turning around. Wooyoung nodded "I know". San clearly wanted to speak but didn't have the words. Wooyoung waited knowing he'd say it eventually. "I still get surprised every time I see her but it's not as bad anymore". "Yeah?" Wooyoung asked trying to sound like he believed him. San nodded "it hurts but it's more controllable. Only took a year huh?". Wooyoung smiled sadly "I'm pleased things are getting better and Y/n would be too". San nodded "in some ways it'd be easier if she was meaner. If she wasn't so sorry and didn't pity me so much". "She doesn't pity you" Wooyoung said and San shook his head "yes she does, I see it in the way she looks at me. How she feels bad she couldn't love me". Wooyoung shook his head "that's not what happened" but San just smiled sadly "wasn't it? Wasn't it what it came down to really? She wanted to love me but she just couldn't". "No you just had different ways of expressing it and didn't match up well" Wooyoung said reciting what you'd said thousands of times. He didn't believe it. He thought if the two of you just communicate better and compromised more then it would've all been fine. It was something San and Wooyoung could never agree on but Wooyoung knew not to push too much and so he left it. They got through the event and even though San claimed it didn't affect him it clearly had. 2 weeks later he had a date and was so excited. It was with a nice dancer he'd met and she was super sweet. The guys were all sure she wouldn't hurt San and so were all for it. They all wished him luck as he left and anxiously waited for his return...however the second San walked through the door they knew it wasn't good. "Sannie! Come tell us how it went!" Hongjoong called as the front door opened but San didn't appear. If it had gone well San would've bounded in but he didn't come in until the third call. He stepped through the door and tried a smile "hi everyone". "So how was it?" Yeosang asked cautiously. San nodded "it was nice". "Nice?" Seonghwa asked and San nodded before his face crumbled. "No it wasn't...I couldn't relax the whole time and it just felt wrong! The whole time I just wanted...her" he said and all his members knew he meant you. "I'm pathetic" San cried "she even kissed me and all I could think about was Y/n". The guys went to comfort him when San continued "I'm such a loser! She doesn't want me, why do I still want her? Why can't I move on?". "You're not pathetic or a loser!" Yunho cried and Hongjoong nodded "San this was your first date since your breakup. It's normal to freak out or compare them to your ex". "But is it normal to wish she was your ex? To want the person who doesn't want you even after months?". The others all paused and San groaned. "No, we weren't agreeing" Wooyoung said and Seonghwa nodded "there's no such thing as normal but things will get better". "When?" He asked "seriously, when?". Nobody had an answer for him. After that disastrous date San really closed in on himself. He'd lost hope that he'd ever get over you and the guys hated seeing him so down. He hardly smiled and even his performance seemed half-hearted. It broke their hearts and part of them couldn't help but blame you. So when Wooyoung saw you a few weeks later in the car park he did pause before smiling back at you. You asked how Wooyoung was and he said he was fine before returning the question. You admitted you were just tired because you had a comeback soon but were well. Wooyoung nodded and silence fell giving you the chance to ask what you really wanted to ask. "So how's San?" you asked and for once Wooyoung didn't have the energy to lie. "Not great" he admitted and you froze "why? what’s wrong?". "He's physically fine but mentally he's been losing it lately. He's struggling to move on from you and he had a horrible date". "What was she mean to him?" you asked and Wooyoung shook his head "nope, she was perfect but he couldn't feel anything for her. Not like he does for..." and he trailed off. You blushed and looked down "I'm really sorry San is struggling but breaking up was a good thing. There was no point in us being together when it wasn't going to work". "See you've said that a million times but I don't get why it wouldn't work. San was happy and you were happy. What was the problem?". You shook your head "San wasn't happy". "Why? Did he ever say that because he looked pretty happy". "Well no he never said it...". "Then how did you know?" Wooyoung asked and you shrugged "well I used common sense! San was so loving and physical with his care and I wasn't. How could he be happy with that? He was settling for me and my behaviour and would eventually get bored so I ended it!" you explained and Wooyoing froze. "Are you serious? Was this what you meant by you were too different" Wooyoung asked. You nodded and Wooyoung shook his head "Y/n all of that isn't true! San never felt like he was settling and your differences made you stronger! You taught San a new life and you were so loving! He'd get so excited and tell us anytime you hugged him in your sleep or if you'd grab his hand in the cinema. Or the time you got him a rabbit cupcake just because it reminded you of him. He never felt let down or like he was missing out on something. He loves you Y/n! He still does! Exactly as you are". You froze processing everything Wooyoung said and managed to stutter "but he...how? How could he be happy with it? I don't get it?". "You never asked him so he never explained it" Wooyoung said "Y/n..." when you got it. "shit! Shit! Shit" you cried and you crumpled. You sat on the floor and put your knees up to your stomach. "I ruined everything! I thought I was being smart but the anxiety won again! Again! I'm such an idiot" and the tears started to fall. Wooyoung hugged and comforted you and stayed with you until you stopped crying. "It's not all ruined yet Y/n, I think we can still save this". "Really?" you asked hopeful and Wooyoung nodded "I have an idea" Wooyoung agreed to speak to Sam first and to test the waters but rather than testing then Wooyoung just basically jumped right in. He came home to find San and Jongho eating and stood in front of them. "So I spoke to Y/n" he said and Jongho shot him a look. San looked at him before nodding "ow...". "Yeah" Wooyoung nodded and hesitated, "she told me she thinks she made a mistake". As soon as he said those words a heavy silence descended. "A mistake?" San asked and Wooyoung nodded "breaking up with you". Jongho shook his head "no shit!" but San shushed him "why? What did she say?". "She thought you weren't happy and that you needed more from her. She broke up with you because she thought you were bound to break up with her. That's what she meant by too different". San froze and didn't speak. Jongho and Wooyoung exchanged a nervous look. "San?" Wooyoung asked but he couldn't see his face. Jongho went to touch his arm when San looked up "what the fuck?" he asked. "She broke up with me because she thought I was angry but she never thought to check? She threw it all away because she suspected something? Something that wasn't even true! What's the hell!". Jongho nodded "let it out". "She caused me all that pain and heartache thinking she was helping me? She broke my heart for nothing and now she wants me back? To just forget what happened?". Wooyoung shook his head "no of course she'll acknowledge all she put you through but she never meant to San. She thought she was helping you..." which was the wrong thing to say. "So that makes it okay?" San cried and Wooyoung shook his head "not at all just she never meant to hurt you. She didn't do it on purpose and that does change it slightly". San sighed and Wooyoung could see he was close to tears. "I...I don't even know what to think". "Well you don't have to decide now" Wooyoung said and Jongho nodded "sleep on it". San nodded but they all knew there was no way San was getting any sleep tonight. Wooyoung texted you early the next day telling you he'd told San and he'd...been surprised and emotional. That was fair and you felt awful for upsetting San again after all this time. The only reason you'd agreed to it was that Wooyoung said he thought San wanted you and would take you back but if San rejected you, you'd just hurt him again for nothing. Wooyoung was apparently a magician however because he texted you the next day saying San was willing to meet with you to discuss it and you immediately felt so nervous. Wooyoung asked if there was any chance you could do today because the sooner the better and you agreed. You'd been planning on exercising and doing some chores but San was more important. So you agreed to come over to the Ateez house at 3 and talk with San. You walked up the driveway feeling oddly empty-handed. In the movies, they always brought a bouquet of roses or a boom box or a ticket stub from their first date but that wasn't you and you knew San would see its insincerity. So you approached and knocked on the door before fiddling with your empty hands. The door opened almost immediately and Wooyoung smiled at you "hi Y/n thanks for coming". "Of course" you replied and stepped inside. "San's in the garden, we figured it'd be private and away from the house". You nodded but began to worry because you knew how much San loved the garden and if you couldn't convince San to take you back then it might ruin that place for him forever. It was a beautiful garden too and as you walked down the steps you tried to admire the flowers but all you could see was the man waiting at the bottom. San looked up as you approached and made eye contact with you. Neither of you knew what to do. To look away, to smile, to glare...none of it seemed right so you just watched one another until you were right in front of each other. "Thank you for seeing me" you said in greeting and San nodded "I'm not sure what's going to come out of this if anything, but I knew I had to do this". You nodded "that's fair, should we sit down?" and San nodded leading you to a bench. The air was so so awkward and you knew it wouldn't get any better so you started. "I messed up" you said figuring stating the obvious was a good place to start. "At the time I thought I was being logical and forward-thinking. I thought there was no way you'd be happy with me forever and that our incompatibility would cause a problem. Now looking back on it and thinking about the facts I know I was self-sabotaging. I was ruining our relationship based on no evidence that you were unhappy. I imagined it to save myself the heartache I was so sure I'd face later. I also realise how selfish that was, I hurt you just because I was scared of getting hurt myself and that's not fair or right. I'm so sorry San" you said your voice shaking and San looked away. San was emotional so he bit his lip in what you recognised as an effort not to cry. He took a breath and nodded "we broke up ages ago, you put me through hell so why have you come back now?". "I didn't realise it was all so stupid until I spoke to Wooyoung. This time last week I still thought I'd been smart and had made the right decision but speaking to him...it was like a screen had been lifted and everything I ever thought came crashing down. I didn't want to bother you again, to dredge all this up but then again I acted selfishly. I thought if there's any small chance I can save this, that you would take me back...that I had to take it. I had to try". San nodded but didn't say anything so you carried on. "You don't have to decide today and I understand if you say no. I know I've hurt you really badly and apologising doesn't mean I deserve forgiveness". San sat up straight "I have a question if we got back together then what's to stop this all from happening again? I know mental health isn't something you can control and I'm not saying I wouldn't stand by you through any crisis but I can't handle you turning it against me. Not again". You nodded your hands shaking and mulled over everything you'd been thinking. "This question scares me the most because I can't promise you it will never happen again. As much as I promise to try my best to make it never happen there's no guaranteeing I won't hurt you...". You saw San's shoulder slump and quickly continued. "But I have some ideas of how I can reduce the likelihood". San's head shot back up and he looked at you "how?". "Well firstly I realised I have some insecurities and rejection issues so I want to go to therapy. I know there's still a stigma around it but I don’t care what those idiots think, I lost you because of my issues so I know I need help". San smiled softly "I think that sounds really sensible". You nodded "I also want to improve my communication and I had an idea. I was wondering if once a month or so we could just talk about how we're feeling. I can get out if I'm nervous about anything and you can tell me if there's anything I'm doing or not doing that you'd like. Do you think that would work?". San nodded "I love it but Y/n you realise you can do that any time right? We can totally schedule a specific day but you can tell me how you're feeling any day of the week. You don't have to bottle that up, you can vent anytime". "Really? What if it's about us?". "Especially about us!" San said "honest and open communication is how relationships thrive Y/n and I think they will be the making of ours". 

You paused as said that and blinked "wait so does that mean...". "I'm willing to give this a second go" he said and your face lit up in surprise and happiness. "Oh San that's amazing!" you cried and burst into tears. San had never seen you cry before and that, of course, set him off and then you were both sobbing hugging one another. "I have so many more things I 'm going to do, I'm going to start journaling and I've got a meditation app on my phone and I'm going to ask my friends to discuss their feelings with me..." you listed off and San laughed as you just kept going. The only way he could get you to stop was by gently putting a finger to your lips. "Y/n they all sound great but breathe, you don't have to do anything right now". "I don't?" you asked feeling as if you had to correct everything right now. San chuckled "no...but you can kiss me if you need something to do. I haven't had one for a while". You smiled and nodded "I've missed you" and kissed him. From the house, you heard distant cheering. The two of you got back together and you were grateful every day for San...and for Wooyoung. The boy always bragged that he was the reason the two of you got back together but you both admitted it was true. He did and deserved bragging rights. You did all you'd said and more and were proud to say day by day you were getting better. Anytime you had an intrusive thought about San not loving you or being happy you tested it by simply asking San and he reassured you every time. You felt truly loved by him and wanted to show San he was loved too. You knew he liked cuddles so gave him cuddles as much as you could. You also verbalised how much you liked him and told him you loved him every night before going to sleep. Even if you'd argued or weren't together, you'd text him it. San thought his heart would burst from happiness and all his members were thrilled you were back together. They watched you and San playfully bicker from the kitchen. San was mocking your height and you were arguing back with some colourful words. San clearly found it hilarious and kept saying how cute you were until you started blushing, your angry face gone. San was clearly thrilled with the result and you pushed him before burying your head in his chest. San happily wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your head. He held you before looking up and realising you had an audience. "What?" he asked his members who all shook their heads. "Nothing" Jongho said and Seonghwa smiled "you two make a great couple that's all". Now it was San's turn to blush and he did before nodding "I know" and went right back to teasing you. "I hope this is it for them now?" Hongjoong said "no more problems". Yunho shrugged "every couple has problems but there's no way they'll lose each other again. Neither of them will let that happen" and they all nodded. The two of you were together for the long haul and nothing could stop that. _______

I obviously hope that none of Ateez get their hearts broken but especially San! He’s just so loving and emotional I feel like he’d take it so hard which is where this came from.