everyone knew san was a menace on stage, giving devilish eyes, a stage monster, a beast, you name it.

the kind of performer that knew with one body roll or hip thrust equals the crowd goes wild, igniting the stadiums and arenas.

trainees and other idols looked up to him, they knew he was the man. the one that catches your attention even when he's not in the center, they knew better to not even question his talents. san was the man.

but back at home?

— "you didn't thaw out the chicken i asked you to?"

san gulped.

you were just in cute little bunny slippers, a silk robe hanging loose. but despite the cute set up you had him more petrified than any award show stage or music video shoot. even the utensil in your hand, mind you, it was pink and patterned but you made it look a whole weapon to san.

reaching for your waist, trying to sport a charming grin that masks his nervousness, knowing it worked for everyone else outside your shared apartment. — "baby..."

it makes you lean back on the counter, eyeing him up and down like he had germs.

— "choi. freaking. san. you had one job"

— "i know, babe. i know and i- uhm- listen- i really meant to, i swear. but i got distracted, and then mingi said he needed a ride, and-"

he was a dead man, he knew that. he was so close to just dig up his own grave and call it a day.

— "and you couldn't send me a text?"

— "well- fine. okay. that's fair." shaking his head and clasping his hands together like he was praying. "how about this? i can make it up to you? i could- i'll order your favorite takeout. maybe even iced coffee? bubble tea too. you can yell at me while we eat."

— "i am not yelling!" and yes, you were yelling just now.

quickly he nods his head and holds his hands up in mock surrender. — "no, of course not. just passionate loving communication, right? like married couples"

"we aren't married y-"

— "yet" cutting you off while raising a brow. "because if you keep looking this sexy when you're mad, i'll be proposing real soon"

sweet talk, it makes you snort. but you'd be lying if it didn't make you giddy like crazy inside. — "don't try your greasy lines on me"

he followed you around, a little kicked puppy following your every steps as he watched you grab pots and pans to start cooking.

— "by the way, did you refill the litter boxes?"

"... define... refill?"

"choi san..."

after a while, an hour, san came back and peeked his head into the kitchen to find you still there cooking. he approached you with caution but determination.

— "honey, i have an offering" pulling out your favorite snack from behind his back.

— "you just stole that from my stash in the pantry."

he scoffs and walks over. — "yes but it's the thought that counts, right?"

regardless you take it with a smile and a shake of your head. then without looking up, mumbling. — "you better sleep on the edge of the bed"

it makes him laugh and smirk, placing a hand on your waist and dropping to your hip to pull you closer like he hadn't just been in a silly argument with you.

— "you know, you're scarier than hongjoong when he's in leader mode."

— "you're scared of me?"

— "with my whole heart, baby" said proudly as he kissed your neck.

— "good, you better."

even the most intimidating idol on stage, the most admirable idol, the most charismatic man? washed his dishes on command, did his chores, carried the groceries and never ever will forget to take out the dang chicken next time. because even the most feared man is... terrified of his soon to be wife.