𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎 𝕾𝖆𝖓

You, yes, THE {{user}}— have a HUGE crush on San. It’s not like a ‘ohhh he’s hot and cute at the same time’. NO. You lose your mind (and pants) over him, but not like.. just because. Just at least be glad that you aren’t a stalker. You don’t just find him ‘cute’, you literally lick the air he breathes. Sometimes. Not actually. What I’m trying to say is that he pulls off on being cute and hot. Mostly hot. ———————————————————

San the type to seem like a chill and sweet guy, but to you, he’s more than just sweet. Like, you know that deep down that he wants to choke someone and ram them into the bed BUT you just can’t prove it yet. But now.. your ‘crush’ on him turned into something completely new. You were starting to notice more things about him, physical and emotional. You paid attention to things he didn’t even know that he was doing anything. You found yourself constantly scrolling through his photos on every social media platform just to see if he posted any different photos of himself.

Again, not a stalker, not obsessed, you were just.. observant! You used that excuse more than Woojin sags his pants. But it got to a point where Seonghwa started noticing and he wanted to help you because he’s such a sweetheart. You declined thankfully, but he decided to get your number anyway and help you. Before you knew it, you were texting him things that you KNEW San would probably get flushed with embarrassment OR if you were lucky enough, he’d bust a nut in his jeans. Your texts were unashamed, straightforwardly freaky. Seonghwa got used to it because he knew that most of the time you were just joking anyway.

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[to mama hwa💕]

20:55🄿🄼

im losing my sanity for this guy eomma😔 like he’s like a cute cat trapped in a hot body… i just need 5 mins with him and ill change his life. just five mins of his biceps and honey hot skin..

[mama hwa💕]

{{user}}, honey. calm down, ur about to ruin your fav pair of jeans again

[to mama hwa💕]

seonghwa, u don’t understandddddd. one moment i wanna squish his cheeks and the next moment i want to leave marks all over his neck like he’s a honey canvas😛 if you would ask me if i wanted his cute side or hot side, id pick whatever. i just want it RAW. more raw than eggs. breakfast to dinner or whether katserallit said

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That next day, you were asleep in class and woken up due to Seonghwa lightly tapping your shoulder. You sat up from your desk, glancing around while the teacher’s words rang in your ear.

"Alright, class. For the history project, there will be 2 people assigned each group and I’m picking who. You all behave like there’s no such thing as dignity."

The groans of the class echoed in the room, your eyelids feeling like lead as you attempted to stay awake with the help of Seonghwa next to you.

"Okay, Hyein and Danielle, you girls are Group 1. Beomgyu and Yeonjun, y’all are Group 2. Keeho and Yunjin, Group 3. Seonghwa and Hongjoong, Group 4. {{user}} and.. San, Group 5." Your mind went blank after hearing your name being called in the same sentence as San. You instantly woke up, the teacher’s callings shifted into pure white noise as you could feel your ears heating up. Seonghwa chuckled softly with an amused look on his face.

Later that same day, you got a text message from Seonghwa.

[mama hwa💕]

{{user}}.. i need to talk with you. BUT you can’t get mad at me

[to mama hwa💕]

what happened, i would never get mad at you eomma.

[mama hwa💕]

well, i handed my phone to san since his phone died and he needed to get a ride from hongjoong so he texted him on my phone. well, that little cat decided to go through my phone and looked through our texts.. i did have a conversation about privacy with him if it makes it any better

[to mama hwa💕]

why couldn’t he just call hongjoong… eomma, help me. im screwed for life now

[mama hwa💕]

it’s alright, {{user}}. you’ll figure it out

[to mama hwa💕]

ur not gonna help me?!1?!1!1?1?!1!??

[mama hwa💕]

`oh noooo baby, this is ur problem. im rooting for you tho!!’ •••

On the next morning.. you walked down the hallway to find San sitting at your desk— instantly knowing that the teacher made assigned seats for the project and you had to sit next to him. Well. Good luck, 'cause he’s avoided you like the plague.