Ateez Stories & Imagines : A compilation

Choi San • Jealousy •

A/N ; Hello everyone!! Firstly, it blows my mind how close this book is to being on 2k reads, THANKYOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO READS AND VOTES. Secondly, it's been a while since I've updated, Ive had a lot going on lately!

But I'm back! I originally had a san story posted but I deleted it because I was unhappy with it and didnt feel it fit the theme of my stories on here. This was something I worked hard on writing, and the style is a little different from my previous stories but I truly hope that you love it just as much!!! 

It is also a little more angsty than some of my stories so if that isn't your thing, wait for my next story! 

Again, thankyou so much to those of you who read and vote on all of my chapters, I see you and I love you with my whole heart. It's because of you that i have the confidence to continue writing. 

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You were barely awake for more than two minutes when the slamming of a door made you sit up and cast a sidelong glance to the empty spot in the bed beside you.

San's spot, which had been filled an hour ago when you'd briefly woken up to get a drink of water, was painfully empty, the dent where his body had been still warm.

With a sigh you dragged yourself out of the comfort and warmth of your own position, casting a quick glance around the room in search of a hint for his sudden departure.

Your only clue was his phone, which was discarded, still unlocked, on his bedside table.

Normally you'd never touch his phone, you trusted San and he you, so there had never before been a reason for you to use it without his permission or knowledge first.

This wasn't normal though, your usually bubbly boyfriend had stormed his way from the room with barely more than a grunt from his mouth and you were pretty sure that the door might have splintered somewhere from the pure force he'd used to slam it closed behind him.

So you picked up his phone, squinting through the haze of sleep in your eyes at the far too bright screen, taking a moment to process what you saw.

Your heart plummeted heavily.

An image, which he'd zoomed into, of you in the arms of someone else.

Someone that wasn't San.

Around the image were words, toxic words that you barely read more than a sentence of to know that whoever had written this would be a better fiction writer than a reporter.

Any idiot should be able to tell that this photo is years old, taken at least 2 years before you'd even met San. Your long hair, which was short now, was still it's natural colour rather than the bleached waves it fell to your shoulders at now and your face still had a tinge of chubbiness on it that in the last year had completely evaporated thanks to your fruitless endeavour to help San in learning his difficult choreographies.

And yet it had clearly been the source of San's rage, because he'd left his phone open on the image, zoomed into the way that the tall figure's hands wrapped around yours and his dark eyes held on your figure with a loving gaze.

Your heart panged lowly in your chest as you locked his screen and pocketed his phone, intending to take it to him when you confronted him for acting like a child over a photo that now meant nothing to you.

"Y/n?" A soft knock, which was instantly followed by the creak of the abused door swinging open on it's hinges had you lifting your head warily to greet the tallest member of the group as he squeezed into the room. His hand pressed the door shut as he fixed a concerned gaze on you, his bright hair still ruffled from the sleep he must have been awakened from.

He'd graciously accepted moving into the room beside yours and San's, the room he'd once shared with the blonde haired boy until San had begged for you to be able to move into the dorms a year into your relationship. The entertainment label had left it up to the boys to discuss, claiming that as long as you and San remained cautious they had no problems in where you did or didn't live.

The only person who had at first been against it was Wooyoung, although even then you'd known it wasn't about you. He wasn't ready to share his best friend more than he already had to.

Eventually, clearly, he'd given in and even apologised to you, confiding his fears to you and earning a heartfelt assurance from you that though you'd be living here, San would still love him as much as ever, and he'd lose no extra attention than he had when you lived in your own apartment.

Thankfully, that had remained true or else you wouldn't have known what to do. You certainly couldn't stomach the idea of being the issue between those two.

"Hey Yunho." You greeted him, sitting on the edge of your shared bed and smiling at him in a way that you were pretty sure displayed every emotion you'd rather him not see from you right now.

He grimaced, confirming your thoughts, and sat beside you, slinging his arm over your shoulders and drawing you into a one armed hug.

"What happened?"

You allowed your head to thump onto his shoulder, fingers trembling in your lap as the reality caught up to you.

San was mad at you. San, the boy with a dimpled smile and soft whiney voice that could barely hold a glare for longer than ten seconds, was genuinely pissed at you over a picture that was two years old, a picture that he'd never seen before because you'd never thought it would matter.

Until now.

Instead of answering Yunho you handed San's phone over to him, watching him tap in the passcode that only the two of you knew because you'd all been in the same room when a drunken San had announced he was going to make it a combination of your and his birthdays.

A sharp lance of pain speared your throat at the memory of that night, once Yunho had stumbled out to his room and passed out half on his bed and half off it, you'd curled up in San's arms as he sang into your hair, occasional hiccups or giggles interrupting his serenades.

You didn't want to lose him over something so stupid, something so old and insignificant to you.

Wordlessly you watched Yunho read the article and watched his long slender fingers zoom into the photo as his brows creased in further concern. He made an effort to force away his misgivings when he finally looked up at you from the screen, which you might have appreciated more had you not already seen his expression.

"It's old." You confirmed before he could ask the question clearly on his mind, and he nodded slowly, handing you back San's phone.

"Your hair is longer in that photo." He agreed, as if it had only just occurred to him. You nodded, fingers playing idly with San's phone. It didn't have a case on it anymore, because he'd broken it a week ago in a pflayfight with Wooyoung and you knew he'd been meaning to replace it, but his schedule had been hectic since then.

You'd planned to take him out this morning to help him find one, because even a small thing like that was important to him.

So you couldn't imagine how heartbroken he must have felt seeing that photo, whether or not he believed that it was recent or while you were together.

Yunho squeezed your shoulder gently, his lips pouting a little at the sad expression on your face. Your bottom lip trembled and you turned into his chest, burying your face there and letting a few silent tears escape while his hand moved to your back, patting soothingly as he mumbled comforting words to you.

You could barely hear him, because it didn't matter.

If you lost San, everything would cease to matter. You couldn't even imagine a world in which his dimpled smile didn't greet you every morning accompanied with his gravelly morning voice or the sweet kisses that he would spontaneously gift you at the silliest of times.

You didn't want to think about how you would get through a whole day, let alone the rest of your life, without a single one of the constant texts that often filled your phone from him, either sweetly checking up on you or whining that he missed you into a voicemail.

"Maybe we should go find him and explain." Yunho finally pushed you off his chest, his finger titling your chin up as his thumb swiped away your tears with a sad smile down at you. You wanted to shake your head and bundle yourself back into his arms.

But you knew he was right, however much you dreaded facing San and seeing angry expression and hearing his accusations, you and San both deserved to at least discuss it.

You needed to at least attempt to tell him it was an old picture, you needed the chance to save your relationship.

"Okay." You whispered through a sniffle, letting the taller boy stand and help you up, your fingers clasped too tightly around San's phone.

He must have muted his notifications so he wouldn't wake you this morning when he'd rolled over to check his phone, because since you'd woken up none of the usual thousands of twitter notifications had vibrated the device.

Which only made you sadder.

He was so considerate, caring and loving. Like it was an instinct driven deep into his core and bones, and you couldn't even be bothered to let him know about a photo that had been bound to be used against you at some point.

Another sniffle let you and Yunho grabbed your hand, giving it a quick squeeze before opening the bedroom door and stepping out, holding it open for you to follow.

You stared at him for a moment, taking in the dark circles below his kind eyes and the overall dishevelled appearance that clung to his tall form as he waited. His shirt was half tucked into the pants that he slept in and his hair was a bigger mess than you'd originally thought, the odd strand sticking up in directions that might have been comical to you in another situation.

He looked exhausted, bone weary, but still he'd dragged himself out of bed to check on you and continued to help you now when it was clear he needed the sleep more than probably anyone else in the dorm did.

Afterall, he stayed the latest overnight in the dance studio, practising the dance moves over and over until he reached perfection and then some, all so he could confidently help his members learn the moves quicker.

You felt more tears prick the backs of your eyes and you swallowed past the huge lump in your throat, stepping past him and waiting for him before you continued on down the hall.

Out of all the members in the dorm, you were the closest to Yunho, which may have something to do with the fact he very near to shared yours and San's room with the closeness of his.

But he was also the easiest to talk to, his bright encouraging smile always lit up every room he walked into and his intense loyalty to everyone in his family, Ateez and yourself included in that, were some of your favourite qualities in the puppy like boy.

You both heard San before you found him, the sounds of objects being pushed around echoing solidly throughout the entire dorm, from the only room that had objects big enough to make that much noise being moved; the lounge room.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were leant, arms crossed, outside the entry way to the room when you and Yunho approached, both looking an equal mix of confused and miffed.

"What's wrong with him?" Hongjoong asked when you both were close enough to hear the bitter tone in his voice; San must have woken him.

"What happened?" Seonghwa added in a much softer voice, casting his leader a berating glance then looking at you, the kindness almost physically dripping from his eyes as he waited patiently for an explanation.

You swallowed, eyes darting between them and the closed door that separated you and San.

You didn't want to explain it to them, not when he was so close. You just wanted to see him, to hold his hands and explain it to him.

"I..." You tried to focus over the heart shattering sounds of San cursing softly, yet loud enough to be heard through the door, after a particularly hard shove of one of the objects in the room that he was abusing.

Yunho cleared his throat and squeezed your hand once more.

"I'll tell you, let's let them speak." He directed his words to his older members, jerking his head off down the hall.

You felt a brief spark of panic at the idea of facing San alone when he was like this, which was quickly berated down by the voice in the back of your head reminding you that San would never hurt you.

No matter how mad he was, he would never lift his hands against you in a threatening manner.

So you forced away the feeling and nodded thankfully at Yunho, allowing Seonghwa to pull you into a sudden and brief hug.

"Whatever it is, you can talk to me about it later if you need." He murmured quietly to you, in a voice meant only for you before he let you go and hurried after Yunho and Hongjoong's retreating forms.

The sounds in the room had stopped now and you held your hand to the door handle for a silent moment, wondering if San had calmed down or if he was simply just exhausted with moving things around.

You assumed the latter more likely than the former.

With a heavy heart you pushed on the door and slipped into the room, blinking in the sudden blindingly bright light that greeted you and taking a moment to adjust to it.

When you did finally adjust, your heart nearly stopped.

San, hair somehow messier than Yunho's, stood in the centre of the chaos that surrounded the room, his chest heaving and sweat coating his skin.

You'd expected him to look mad, angry or sad even but he just looked lost and hurt, his eyes finding yours instantly.

"San..." You whispered, jumping violently when the door slammed behind you, no longer having the support of your fingers to hold it open because they were clasped hard over your mouth.

He remained silent, lips trembling much like yours as he stared back at you.


You wanted nothing more than to launch yourself across the insignificant space between you, to wrap yourself into the arms that had held you lovingly so many times in the last year and a half that you'd been together.

You wanted it so badly that your muscles trembled with the effort to hold you in place and a tiny whimper poured from your lips, silenced by the weight of your fingers over them.

"San," You repeated his name again when you had control over your voice, taking a tiny step forwards towards him. His whole body flinched in place, as if you'd lashed out physically at him and you froze, sure that he must be able to hear the sound of your heart crashing to the ground and shattering into a million tiny pieces. "I'm sorry."

It was the wrong thing to say, because you were sure to his mind it implied that what he'd seen was recent.

But you couldn't figure out what the right thing to say here was.

You could explain it all to him, but you weren't entirely sure that he could hear you right now. You weren't even convinced that his glazed over eyes were seeing you either.

A lone tear, cold like it had been collected and waiting in your eyes for too long, slipped down your cheek as you stood, waiting for some kind of epiphany on what to do hit you.

In the end it was San that made the first move, crossing the room and lifting his hand to cup your face, thumb absently sweeping away the tear that still glistened just above your lip.

You held your breath, mind reeling with the possibilities of what was going to happen. Was it only by instinct that he'd come to you to wipe your tears, like he had always done.

Or had it been an excuse to scream at you for the photo, for never showing it to him before?

Or was it something else?

"Don't cry." He said in a defeated voice, eyes still lacking the emotion that you were expecting in their dark depths. If anything, that only hurt more and this time your whimper found its way out, your hands curling into shaking fists at your side as you fought to say something more than 'Im sorry' to him.

"San, it's-"

"I know it isn't recent, Y/n." He interrupted you quietly before you could even really begin explaining and you blinked, confused.

If he knew that, then why had he stormed out, why was he shoving furniture around and looking at you like he'd lost everything in the span of a single second.

'I don't understand' You tried to say with your eyes as he continued to watch you, lips pressed tightly together.

You were feeling faint now, your mind working too fast for your body to attempt to figure out what was going on.

He was clearly mad, so if he knew that the picture wasn't recent then there had to be more to it.

After a few moments San sighed, his hand roughly running through his hair.

"It's just.. the way he was staring at you in that picture.." You choked as he spoke, cutting off the end of his sentence and earning a somewhat confused look from him as you slid to the ground, incredulous laughs slipping from you.

He was jealous, jealous of a relationship more than two years old. Jealous of the way your ex had stared at you while you were with him, the ex that you'd left for San, the guy that you'd never had to assure San you were over because you'd always trusted that he knew that.

Why else would you have moved in with him?

"Y/n?" He said cautiously, kneeling in front of you and taking your face in his hands, concern lighting up his eyes as he leaned closer to you, trying to understand your reaction.

You gasped for air, closing your eyes and forcing yourself to stop laughing, to calm down.

You were edging to hysteria when he pulled you against him, laying your head against his shoulder and murmuring quietly to you and by the time your laughs had turned to soft, relieved, sobs against his shoulder his hands were lightly playing with the ends of your hair in the way he knew you loved.

You clung to his body until the last sob left you and your knees were aching from kneeling against him.

"You were jealous?!" You muttered, pulling away from him. He looked guilty now, casting his eyes around the heavily disrupted room that he'd so angrily taken apart earlier then back at you, his gaze seeking forgiveness.

"San, you know that I love you, right?" You asked him, grabbing his face in your hands and squeezing, as if somehow you could force some sense into him. He pouted and jerked his head out of your hold, looking away grumpily.

"Choi San!" You exclaimed, hitting his chest gently. You felt lightheaded with relief, that he'd only been throwing a tantrum because he was jealous was a lot better than him throwing a tantrum over genuinely believing that you would ever cheat on him.

"Can you blame me?" He hissed suddenly, eyes pooling with tears when he finally looked back at you, bottom lip tugged harshly below his teeth. You blinked, taken aback and your hands dropped slowly to your side.

"Sannie, I-" You began, frowning.

He lifted his hand, pressing it against your cheek in a way that radiated his love and yet his eyes continued to collect moisture.

"You're beautiful, Y/n. You're the light of this entire house," In any other situation you would strongly disagreed and reminded him how hard he laughed at his members, or how he would die if he didn't have Wooyoung in his life as his constant support. "You're the most important person in my life, I've never loved and treasured someone as much as I do you."

Your heart thumped unevenly, lips curling up despite themselves at his words, at the sincerity in his gaze.

"The very idea that I could ever lose you to someone else, that someone else once held you the way that I want to hold you for the rest of my life is..." He shook his head, sighing softly, the warm breath brushing against your face. "It breaks me."

And now you understood.

Because you couldn't even begin to imagine how you'd feel if you believed even for a millisecond that San loved someone else, whether it was present or past.

He pressed his forehead to yours, thumb ghosting over your lip.

"I got mad and I'm sorry for that, because it must have scared you."

You closed your eyes, revelling in the simple beauty of his high, soft voice as it washed over you.

"But it was only because I never want to lose you."

You knew his lips were closing in to yours now, because the scent of vanilla and hazelnuts that almost always seemed to be on his breath was overpowering everything else now and there was an indescribable heat hovering near your mouth that made you ache for him.

"I can't imagine a world where you're not mine, where you're not mine."

You inwardly groaned, hands sweeping up his chest till they found the edge of his jaw, urging his mouth against yours.

You kissed him like you were starving, drowning, like his soft lips against yours were the only source of oxygen you would ever need or be able to need.

In a way they were.

"But I am yours. In this world, in the next and in any world that will ever exist with both of us in it." You informed him through the kiss, tilting your head to side to bare your neck where his lips brushed loving kisses and nips that burnt through your skin like heavenly fire.

"And I always will be."

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