𑣲⋆。 ̊ choi san | 최산

the apartment was quiet. really quiet. usually you would have a san, whining and being dramatic over the smallest things in the world. ever since dating such a guy with such a build, you never expected him to be such a whiny head. but hey, you always loved it. in fact, you found it very cute and endearing whenever he whined at you.

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today, your night was just going as well planned—you're in your bedroom, typing on your computer, untill he came in. the choi san.

"babyy!!!!" he ran up to you, dramatically holding his hand out right in front of your face as if flexing a diamond. "i got a papercut!!!! and it's bleeding..."

you looked down at it—a small, not really noticeable papercut that had barely any blood gushing out. to san, it was like a gunshot in his hand.

// ...that looks like a small one. i'm sure it doesn't hurt— // was the first thing you said before san cut you off when a loud, almost childish whine. he jumped up and down slightly, just like a child begging their parents for ice cream and getting rejected.

"it hurts!!!! and it's big..." san whined out, his lower lip out in a pout. you just looked at it, contemplating your next move—whether you would brush it off or play nurse.