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i'm in love - choi san

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San chuckled softly as you tilted your head backward, finishing off the rest of your gin and tonic. Being your fourth drink of the night, it had been enough to push you onto the brink of being tipsy. It wasn't taking much to set off your sense of humour as practically any movement of your gorgeous boyfriend sent you into a giggling frenzy.

     It had been your idea to venture out to a bar for the evening. This caught San by surprise. Having always been more drawn to the idea of staying home to cuddle on the couch whilst watching movies meant the possibility of going to chill at a sports bar didn't appear as an option for you both.

     Throughout the duration of your relationship, you had seen him tipsy and quite drunk at least twice. Yet, he had been waiting to see you get into a state such as this.

     As his laughter died down, his gaze fixated ahead on one of the many television screens, you found yourself being fixated on his perfectly sculpted features. His ebony hair
complimented the glimmer in his eyes so well. Call it corny, but whenever he stared into your eyes you felt the world around you coming to a halt.

     "Do I have dirt on my face?" The older suddenly asks as he catches on to your burning stare. He immediately raises his hand to his cheek, trying to brush away whatever it may be.
     The action is brought to an abrupt stop as you take his hand in your own, intertwining your fingers which sends a smile creeping across his beautiful face.

     "When did you get so pretty? My dearest Sannie," you chide, cheeks blushing a shade of red, whether it be from your overwhelming feelings of adoration or the alcohol burning in your veins you were unsure. "Gin really makes you look closer to a replica of the gods who created you."

     "Yeah?" The dark haired male chuckles, that beloved dimple appearing on his cheek. "Do tell me, what gods created me?"

     "Sexy ones," the corners of your lips tug upward, lifting his hand to your lips you press a soft kiss to his skin. The remark is enough to stir a shift in the atmosphere. Even with the pair of you matching each other's cheerful laughter, it was becoming clear that your thoughts were beginning to shift towards a darker aspect.

     "I do believe someone is a bit tipsy," San says before using his free hand to grab his drink, finishing off the final sip that had been left waiting for him.

     "Can alcohol make you horny? Because I kind of wanna fuck you," the words leave your mouth without skipping a beat. Your gaze doesn't even hold his own whilst you speak, eyes turning back to your empty glass. San chokes upon hearing this, he is unsure how to react to your words that had just been spoken in such a public location.

     "I'm not going to take advantage of you whilst you're drunk, baby," he comes across slightly firm, yet there is an undertone to his phrasing which would almost suggest to you he was lusting for you as well. "We can fuck in the morning if you're still feeling it."

     You cringe at the idea without hesitation. "You either fuck me tonight or you don't fuck me for a week," he knew just as you did that there would be no chances of you both lasting that long no matter what had happened.

     Silently, he withdraws his hand from yours, moving it to be resting on your upper thigh over the top of the thin material of the dress you wore. You tilt your head to gaze at him, watching as he swallows in heavy consideration. His eyes flutter from yours, down to where his hand rests before locking eyes yet again.

     "Let's go home, if you're still wanting too by the time we reach the bedroom then maybe I'll deliver," he offers and as much as you want to push him further you know it won't be getting you anywhere. Near solemnly, you nod your head before standing off your stool. San follows your movements as he jumps onto his feet, following you out of the bar.