pairing : choi san x fem! reader
genre : non!idol au, established relationship, slice of life, fluff
tags : nicknames (baby, sannie), some cursing, some teasing
note : this is my first writing, so i apologize in advance for any mistakes. if you have any ideas, feel free to message me as it is appreciated!
love is complicated. very complicated. but with san, you have no clue as to what complicated means. san is what many would call their "dream man," except he is yours.
"i told you that i would do the laundry after work."
san looks up from the shirt he is folding, a puzzled look on his face. you know that face, he does it when he has been caught but does not want to act clueless. it works on you every time, and he is well aware of it.
"you told me you were working late."
you hear the pitch of his voice go up. you know exactly what that means. you walk over to the couch where he sits and take the shirt from him."
"this shirt is inside out."
san falls back on the couch, hands over his face out of frustration. you set the shirt on the coffee table before you sit on the floor beside san.
"at least you tried. it is better than nothing, sannie."
san eyes shoot open, his eyes meeting yours in mock shock. you suppress a laugh, not wanting him to take your cuddling privileges away. on rare occasions, san allows you to be the big spoon when cuddling, and it happens to be one of those nights.
"i washed your clothes, and this is my thank you?
you cannot help but laugh, your cheeks burning red as you no longer hold it back . san rolls over onto his side, his broad back facing you.
"baby, i was just joking."
san rolls back over to face you, his bottom lip sticking out and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. you let a chuckle out before grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.
"i just hate it when you tease me."
he goes silent, and you squeeze his hand. you look over at the folded and unfolded laundry, and you notice that almost all of the shirts are inside out.
you stay silent, not sure if you should tell him or not. you grab his other hand and make san sit up, his eyes locked onto yours.
"most of the shirts are inside out."