#park wonbin Riize

[wonbiinz]

[riecoeur]

forever starts with you.

pairing — husband!wonbin x fem!reader

summary — you reminisce about the early days of dating wonbin, his shy smiles, late-night talks, and the way he always seemed so sure of you. fast forward to now, as his wife, you uncover a sweet secret, while you were busy at work, he visited your parents’ home to ask for their blessing, determined to make you his forever. it’s a tale of quiet love, unwavering devotion, and the moment he knew you were his future.

warnings — none, just pure fluff, mild emotional moments, and a whole lot of softness.

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you lean back on the couch, a mug of tea warming your hands, the soft hum of wonbin’s voice drifting from the kitchen. he’s humming something, probably a riize song he’s been tweaking lately while he rummages through the fridge for a late-night snack.

it’s a quiet saturday, the kind you’ve grown to love since marrying him. the apartment smells like his cologne and the lavender candle you lit earlier, and for a second, your mind wanders back to the beginning. back to when he was just wonbin, the boy who stole your heart with a single look.

it started simple.

a coffee shop, a spilled latte, his quick hands catching your cup before it hit the floor.

“careful,” he’d said, voice low, eyes crinkling with a shy smile.

you’d laughed, flustered, and somehow that turned into hours of talking about music, about dreams, about nothing and everything. he was quiet back then too, but the way he listened, really listened, made you feel like the only person in the room.

by the third date, he was holding your hand, thumb brushing your knuckles like it was the most natural thing. by the fifth, he was stealing kisses in the rain, whispering,

“i could get used to this.”

you smile into your tea, remembering how he’d look at you sometimes like you were a puzzle he’d already solved, like he knew something you didn’t.

“what?” you’d ask, and he’d just shake his head, lips tugging up.

“just thinking,” he’d say, and you’d let it go, too caught up in the warmth of his presence to press him.

but now, looking back, you see it. the way his eyes lingered a little too long, the way he’d talk about the future, our place, our nights like it was already written.

his voice pulls you back, and you glance up to see him leaning against the doorway, a plate of sliced apples in hand. his hair’s a mess, sleeves rolled up, and he’s got that soft, knowing look that still makes your heart skip.

“you okay over there?”

“just thinking about us,” you admit, patting the spot next to you.

he slides in close, offering you an apple slice, and you take it, leaning into his shoulder.

“remember when we were dating?”

he chuckles, low and warm.

“how could i forget? you were a mess, spilling coffee, tripping over your own feet.”

“hey!” you nudge him, laughing. “you liked it.”

“loved it,” he corrects, his hand finding yours, fingers threading through like they belong there. “loved you.”

your chest tightens, the good kind of ache, and you tilt your head to look at him.

“you were so sure back then. i mean, i was falling for you, but you… you acted like you’d already made up your mind.”

he goes quiet for a second, gaze dropping to your joined hands. then he smiles, a little sheepish, a little secret.

“i had.”

you blink. “what?”

“i knew pretty early,” he says, voice soft like he’s confessing.

“maybe a month in. you were laughing at some dumb joke i made, and i just thought… yeah, this is it. i want this forever.”

your breath catches, and you sit up straighter, searching his face. he’s not joking, his eyes are steady, warm, the same way they were when he slipped that ring on your finger.

“a month?” you say, half-laughing. “wonbin-ssi, we were barely dating!”

“didn’t matter,” he shrugs, like it’s the simplest thing.

“i knew you were my wife. just had to wait for you to catch up.”

you’re speechless for a second, heat creeping up your neck. he’s always been like this quietly certain, letting his actions speak louder than words. but there’s something else in his tone, a flicker of something untold, and you narrow your eyes.

“wait. what aren’t you telling me?”

he freezes, just for a beat, then rubs the back of his neck, a telltale wonbin sign he’s been caught.

“uh… nothing?”

“park wonbin, yeobo” you say, poking his chest. “spill.”

he sighs, but there’s a grin tugging at his lips, like he’s been waiting for this.

“okay, fine. remember that day you were stuck at work late? like, six months before i proposed?”

you nod slowly. “yeah… you said you were hanging out with the guys.”

“i lied,” he admits, and your jaw drops. he holds up a hand before you can interrupt.

“i wasn’t with the guys. i was at your parents’ house.”

“what?” you’re fully turned toward him now, tea forgotten on the table.

“i went to ask them,” he says, voice softening, eyes locked on yours. “for their permission. to marry you.”

your heart stumbles, a rush of warmth flooding through you.

“you… you drove two hours to my parents’ place? without telling me?”

“mhm,” he nods, like it’s no big deal.

“you were stressed with work, and i didn’t want you worrying about anything else. so i just… went. brought flowers for your mom, talked to your dad about how much you mean to me. they were cool with it, your dad even hugged me.”

you’re staring at him, mind reeling.

you remember that night coming home exhausted, finding him on the couch with takeout, acting like nothing happened. and all that time, he’d been planning your forever.

“wonbin-ah,” you whisper, voice thick. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“wanted it to be a surprise,” he says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“and… i don’t know. i liked having it to myself for a while. knowing i was ready to spend my life with you.”

tears prick your eyes, and you swat his arm lightly.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously in love with you,” he counters, pulling you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you like they’re made to fit there. you bury your face in his neck, breathing him in apples and cologne and home… and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“you’re lucky i said yes,” you mumble, and he laughs, soft and real, his lips brushing your forehead.

“nah,” he murmurs. “i’m lucky you spilled that coffee.”

and as you sit there, tangled up in him, you think back to those early days, the shy glances, the stolen moments, the boy who saw forever in you before you even knew it yourself. wonbin’s always been your constant, your quiet certainty, and now, years later, he’s still proving it, one apple slice, one secret, one perfect moment at a time.

[bang-chan-my-man]

Wonbin 10/7/24 Weverse Update

[manicpixieforwonbin]

I drew Wonbin from the Riize Odyssey concept Photos (again) I like this time better 😵‍💫🫢✏️🖼️♥️👩‍🎨🫨 (I worked so hard) I am coming out of my art block tbh!

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Yeah lol anyways! Enjoy ♥️ it’s posted to weverse on the fan side too. My name is Sunny :)

[jellyrii]

[404sion]

f1 wonbin

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[illitual]

ok pretty boy

[eliasoir]

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✸ ︎⠀⠀ .bf!riize x f!reader ! ⏜💬 𝓅ervy things your bf does . . . smut ( MDNI 18+ ) 𓂃 established relationships , perverted acts , masturbation , voyerism , somno , perv!riize , mentions of porn , strong language , explicit descriptions . wc 1.4k

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shotaro.

secretly takes pics of you

it started with something innocent, truly. you were laughing at something on your phone, early morning sunlight catching on your cheekbones, hair a little messy from sleep. and he thought, ‘god, she looks so pretty like this.’ so he took a picture. but then he couldn’t stop, and now he does it without thinking. (without you looking.) the way your skirt rides up when you lean over something. the curve of your back when you stretch. your thighs pressed together while you sit comfortably. his favorite, though? the one he snapped from the hallway last night. you in the shower, steam clinging to your body, head tilted back as you rinsed your hair. he hadn’t meant to stare. but his cock was already hardening in his sweats, the shape of your body seared into his brain. and later, when you were asleep, he laid there on the couch stroking himself to the sight of you behind the glass, lips parted, body curved and arched so beautifully. “shit, baby…” he whispered in the dark, voice breathless. “so pretty…always so perfect…” he finishes with your photo still open, cum spilling onto his stomach as he imagines taking the next one—this time, one that you would know about. one with his cock between your thighs and your eyes looking right up into the lens.

eunseok.

films your pussy as you cum

you were still shaking, chest heaving, body limp and spread out on the sheets. alternately, eunseok had his phone already in his hand, and was busy angling it low between your thighs. his voice is deep when he speaks, eyes glued to the phone screen. “just for me, baby…” because he knows you’re too fucked-out to move or oppose. he knows you’ll let him. “just so i can watch it again later, yeah?” he whispers. he watches the slow throb of your pussy as his own cum mixes with yours and slips out of you. your aching cunt catching the light perfectly and glistening on camera. he closely watches the way you clench around nothing, so messy and fluttering and just ruined from how good he fucked you. he zooms in. he wants to replay it when he’s alone. wanting to see your slick mixed with his up close. the twitch of your cunt. the way your body immediately misses him after he’s pulled out. it was something only for him to see. and under his breath, almost reverent, he praises, “so fucking pretty like this…”

sungchan.

searches for porn videos that have girls who resemble you

sungchan doesn’t even pretend anymore. doesn’t pretend everything he does isn’t revolving around you. doesn’t click random videos or scroll for variety. he searches you. your hair, your beautiful skin, the exact shade of your lips when they’re swollen from kissing. he types in everything he can that the website would take. everything he remembers from earlier—the color of your lingerie, the gloss you were wearing, everything. and when he finds her — someone close enough to help just once, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath all day. “yeah…” he murmurs, cock already in hand. “fuck, you look just like her…” he starts stroking slowly, hips twitching as the girl on screen moans. it’s not your voice, but it’s close. close enough for him to imagine your face twisted up in pleasure, body arching for him. “wish it was you,” he groans through gritted teeth, jerking harder. “wish you’d let me do that to you…” he cums with your name on his lips, face in his mind — not hers. spilling all over his stomach as the video plays on, completely ignored. because it was never about the porn, or the girl in the video. it was always about you.

wonbin.

sniffs your dirty panties

he yanked them off of you barely twenty minutes ago. red lace, damp with arousal, your little moans still echoing in his head. you’re in the shower now, not knowing he’s pacing the bedroom with your panties clutched in his fist. he sits on the edge of the bed, bringing them to his face, and moans the second your scent hits him. sweet, sharp, soaked. he buries his nose in the center, tongue darting out to taste the mess you left behind. “fuck, baby…” he groans, cock already leaking in his palm. strokes himself slow while his mouth stays on the lace, cock twitching at the memory of how wet you were for him. “still so fuckin’ sweet…” he whispers, licking once more before pulling them down, slipping the panties over the head of his cock. the fabric, still damp, stretched tight around his tip. it’s warm, wet, so close to the real thing. he whines through gritted teeth, fucking into the lace like it’s your pussy. like you’re still wrapped around him, moaning his name. he cums with a sharp gasp, spilling into the red lace, soaking it all the way through. lets it stay there, sticky and wrapped around him while he breathes heavy. he tucks the panties back into the dirty laundry, under a shirt, like nothing happened.

seunghan.

calls you just to hear your voice while he cums

“fuck…pick up, pick up—please…” you answer with a sleepy little “hello?” his head falls back against the pillow, breath catching deep in his throat. “baby…” he groans, voice thick with desperation, “i’m so close—just keep talking, yeah? just let me hear you…your voice makes me so hard.” you ask him what he’s doing, but he’s already falling apart. “’m jerking off to you,” he pants, “have been all night. needed to hear you. just your voice, that’s all i need—fuck, fuck—baby, need to cum…” you hum softly, innocent but now knowing. “mm, you sound so pretty like this, baby…” seunghan breaks on the last word, breath hitching as he spills over his stomach he cums hard, hot and messy across his fist, hips twitching while he moans into the phone. he can barely breathe, chest heaving, your name falling from his lips like a chant. then silence. just him panting ragged and the wet sound of his fist finally slowing down. “…fuck,” he murmurs, breathlessly and utterly wrecked. “you make me so fuckin’ needy, baby.”

sohee.

jerks off while you sleep beside him

you’re on your side, facing him. lips parted, tits spilling from your tank top with every breath, the curve of your ass peaking out from underneath the covers. so close he can smell your shampoo, see the way your thighs press together under the blanket. sohee tries to look away. he really does.but his cock’s already hard under the blanket, aching as he watches your chest rise and fall. he moves slowly, careful not to wake you. stroking his dick under the covers, eyes fixed on your chest, imagining sliding between them, fucking them while you moan his name. his brain blank with the mental image of watching you moan and squeeze them tighter around him. you shift slightly, a little whimper, and he nearly loses it. “shit…so perfect…” he whispers. he finishes fast. silently. hand over his mouth and cum spilling over his hand. he lays there ruined and sweaty beside you. you shift in your sleep, murmuring and completely unaware. he just swallows hard and stares at the ceiling, whispering, “i’m so fucked up…”

anton.

buries his face in your bra when he finds it in the laundry

he finds it in the laundry pile hours after you leave. soft pink, lacey, tiny bow in the middle, a little worn from being your favorite, or rather, his favorite. anton stares at it for a second too long, swallowing hard. then he’s sinking to his knees, holding it with both hands like it might vanish if he touches it wrong. taking it back to his bed, he presses the cup to his nose first. breathes the smell of you in like he’s starving. then his tongue glides over the lace like he’s tasting your skin through it, mouth working slow and filthy, hips already grinding into the mattress below him. he moans into it, imagining your tits in his face, how you’d whimper if he sucked marks into them. “fuck…you don’t even know,” he mumbles into the bra, thrusting slow, precum leaking into his boxers. “don’t even know what you do to me…” he humps the bed harder, whimpering now. face flushed and desperate, still shoved into the cup. “wish you were still here…” he finishes with the bra still clutched in one hand, cum staining his stomach, breathless and red-cheeked. he completely wrecked by something you haven’t even realized you left behind. afterwards, he lays there, panting, sticky and dazed, holding the lace to his lips with a secret he’ll never confess.

[xlovz]

pov you're on ft with wonbin

[atzhrts]

riize eating pussy ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

i have accumulated quite a few asks about riize eating pussy so i thought rather than answering them one by one i will do it like this!

shotaro

anons thoughts: shotaro eats pussy strangely casually, like a millennia of experience has led up to this very moment. he knows his way around you, knows how to make you feel good. and he's a biter. please don't question anything if you feel the sharp of a fang in your delicate folds.

sungchan

my thoughts: sungchan really fucks your wet hole with his tongue, hands wrapped around your thighs to hold you down and stop you from squirming as he plays with your wetness. your juices and his spit mixing and running down your center to form a puddle on the mattress below. he also definitely talks into your pussy, he knows how much his voice affects you and he loves to hear you struggle as you try to answer him

eunseok

my thoughts: he spits on your pussy before using his fingers to spread it all over, pushing his fingertips in the slightest bit, his lips forming a smile as he feels your heat flutter around his digit. eunseok alternates between fast flicks over your clit before and down to your heat, deliberately missing your hole because he enjoys watching you beg for more.

wonbin

my thoughts: full on makes out with your pussy, starting with slow small pecks against your clit and his hand secure around your thighs, thumbs massaging the skin. his tongue darting out experimentally to swirl around your swollen nub, flicking over the bundle of nerves only to then pepper kisses down your wetness until he reaches your hole. using his thumb to keep your clit stimulated as he moves his lips against your wetness, tongue exploring your pussy.

seunghan

anons thoughts: seunghan eats pussy, as expected, like a gentleman. he'll part your legs gently, asking you for permission before slowly diving in. on bad days he doesn't spare a second, eating you out like his life depends on it. oh, what a duality you are seunghan || so we all agree that seunghan would be THE best at eating u out right... that tongue can do fucking do fucking wonders

sohee

anons thoughts: sohee eats pussy like it's the only meal he's had in three weeks. you're throwing your head back, gripping his hair with one hand, the other hand digging your nails into his shoulder. and he's not sorry about it at all, suffocating himself in your folds and occasionally coming up to lick his lips and wipe slick off his face with the back of his hand. || sohee eats pussy like he eats kikufuku. he laps at it softly like he's trying to savour the taste of his favourite dessert, teasing you, nipping at you, and when you cum he acts like a child getting a gold star from their teacher.

anton

my thoughts: poor baby would be so shy. shy and gentle flicks against your clit, constantly asking if that feels good, vibrations of his voice hitting your center just right. but once he gets comfortable its over for you, your sweet finger combing through his hair turning into desperate pleas of more as you tug on the strands. licks a fat strip from your hole to your clit, collecting your wetness in his way before spitting a mixture of that and his spit on your clit. definitely smiles into your pussy when he hears your moans and whimpers.

[wonbiinz]

[riecoeur]

after the show.

pairing — husband!wonbin x fem!reader

summary — you slip backstage at riize’s concert with a thermos of tea for wonbin’s tired voice, ready to surprise your husband after his final performance of the night. well, he comes offstage sweaty and buzzing, and despite the chaos, he’s all smiles and sweet confessions just for you, making you feel like the only person in his world.

warnings — none, just tooth-rotting fluff and a little teasing from the members.

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the air backstage is thick with energy, fans still screaming beyond the walls, staff darting around like they’ve got a million places to be. you’re tucked in a corner near riize’s dressing room, a thermos of honey-lemon tea warm in your hands, waiting for the perfect moment. wonbin’s been texting you all day about this show, his voice was already scratchy this morning, and you could tell he was pushing through.

so here you are, ready to surprise him after his last stage of the night, feeling a little giddy at the thought of seeing his face light up.

you’ve done this before.

snuck in with the staff’s blessing, badge clipped to your jacket, blending into the chaos. they know you by now, the quiet wife who shows up with something homemade and a smile just for their vocalist. the dressing room door swings open, and you peek inside. shotaro’s sprawled out, fanning himself with a magazine, sungchan’s chugging water like he’s run a marathon, eunseok’s stretching his arms with that cool-guy smirk. seunghan’s scrolling his phone, sohee’s peeling off his stage jacket, and anton’s sitting cross-legged, texting furiously, well probably texting his mom.

wonbin’s not there yet, he’s still out on stage, wrapping up the encore. you can hear the faint pulse of the music, the crowd losing it as riize gives their all one last time.

you set the thermos on a table and linger near the door, fiddling with the hem of your sweater, trying not to look too obvious. the boys haven’t noticed you yet, too caught up in their post-show haze, and you’re fine with that.

keeps the surprise intact.

then the door bangs open,

and there he is, park wonbin, stumbling in with that wild, post-stage energy, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, jacket half-unzipped, chest heaving. his eyes are bright, cheeks flushed, and he’s got the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, smile like he’s just conquered the world and can’t wait to tell you about it. the others cheer as he flops against the wall, catching his breath, but then he spots you, and that smile? it doubles, lighting up the whole damn room.

“jagi-ah?”

he says, voice rough and a little broken from singing his heart out. he’s across the floor before you can blink, all sweaty and warm and not caring one bit.

“you’re here?”

“surprise,” you say, holding up the thermos with a grin.

“brought tea for that voice of yours. you sound like you’ve been yelling at me all night.”

he laughs and god, that raspy, happy sound and grabs the thermos, but his eyes don’t leave yours.

“you didn’t have to do this,”

he says, soft, like it’s just you two in the middle of all this noise. his free hand finds yours, fingers lacing through like it’s second nature, and he’s so close you can feel the heat rolling off him.

“had to,” you say, brushing a damp strand of hair from his eyes.

“couldn’t let my husband lose his voice on me. and i wanted to see you up there, you were incredible.”

“gross, they’re doing it again,”

seunghan calls from the couch, smirking through a mouthful of chips he’s scavenged from somewhere. sungchan snorts, tossing a towel at him, and anton groans,

“can you not?”

wonbin rolls his eyes but doesn’t budge, just pulls you closer until his forehead’s almost touching yours.

“ignore them,”

he mutters, voice low, and then he leans in, all sweaty and grinning, trying to plant a kiss right on your lips.

“wonbin!”

you laugh, dodging just enough so he catches your cheek instead, his lips warm and a little salty.

“you’re a mess, go shower first!”

“don’t care,” he says, that smile still plastered on his face, eyes crinkling at the edges.

“been thinking about you all night. you were out there, right? saw you in the crowd, kept me going.”

your heart does a little somersault, he’s still got that shy edge, even after years together, and it kills you every time.

“front row,”

you admit, wiping a bead of sweat off his jaw with your sleeve.

“couldn’t miss it. you killed that last note…raspy and all.”

he ducks his head, blushing under the praise, and takes a sip of the tea, humming like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“this is perfect,” he says, looking at you over the rim.

“you’re perfect. how do you always know what i need?”

“wife instincts,”

you tease, and he laughs again, setting the thermos down so he can wrap both arms around you. he’s sticky and warm, but you don’t mind, not when he’s looking at you like you hung the moon.

“hey, hyung-nim and hyung-su-nim!”

shotaro calls, clapping his hands like he’s directing traffic.

“encore’s done, save the mushy stuff for home!”

the others snicker, sohee fake-gagging into his water bottle, but wonbin just groans, burying his face in your shoulder for a second.

“they’re the worst,”

he mumbles against your neck, breath tickling your skin. “sorry you have to deal with them too.”

“worth it for you,”

you say, running a hand through his damp hair, and he pulls back just enough to look at you really look at you like he’s memorizing every inch of your face.

“was so nervous out there,”

he admits, quieter now, like it’s a secret just for you.

“kept messing up in soundcheck, thinking I’d screw it up. then i saw you, and it was like… i don’t know. everything clicked.”

you tilt your head, surprised.

“you? nervous? you’ve done this a hundred times.”

“yeah, but it’s different with you,” he says, chewing his lip a little, that shy side peeking through.

“feels like i’ve gotta get it right, maybe show off a little, you know? you’re my good luck, y/n.”

your chest tightens, warmth spreading through you, and you can’t help but smile.

“bin-ah,” you say, soft, “you don’t need luck, you’re already amazing. i’m just here to cheer you on.”

he opens his mouth to argue, but eunseok cuts in,

“binnie, drink the tea and stop staring, y/n not going anywhere!”

the room erupts again, anton hiding his face like he’s mortified, and wonbin huffs, but he grabs the thermos anyway, taking another long sip.

“thanks for this,”

he says after a beat, setting it down and tugging you into a proper hug with arms tight, chin resting on your head.

“and for being here. means more than you know.”

“anytime,”

you murmur into his chest, feeling his heartbeat through the damp fabric of his shirt. then he’s pulling back, that grin back in full force, and before you can stop him, he leans in again, this time landing a quick, sweaty kiss right on your lips.

“bin-ah!”

you laugh, swatting at him as he pulls away, still beaming like he’s won something bigger than the show.

“you’re disgusting, hurry go clean up!”

“love you too,” he says, winking, and the boys groan in unison, seunghan yelling,

“we get it, you’re married!” but wonbin doesn’t care because he’s too busy looking at you, all sweaty and gross and perfect.

“shower,”

you insist, pushing him toward the bathroom door, but he grabs your hand one more time, squeezing it.

“wait for me?” he asks, voice softer now, eyes searching yours.

“always,”

you say, and he nods, finally letting go but not before stealing one more glance over his shoulder as he heads off, that huge, goofy smile still lighting up his face.

you sink into a chair, thermos cradled in your lap, watching the boys bicker and wind down around you. sungchan’s teasing sohee about missing a dance step, shotaro’s raiding the snack table, and anton’s finally put his phone down to join the chaos. it’s loud and messy and familiar, but all you can think about is wonbin of how he’ll be back soon, all cleaned up and still buzzing, probably pulling you into his arms the second he’s out.

and when he does, his hair wet, fresh shirt clinging to his shoulders, that smile still there he flops down beside you, arm slinging over your shoulders like it’s where it belongs.

“next time,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear, “i’m singing just for you. pick a song, okay?”

“deal,” you whisper back, leaning into him, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world, his y/n, always and forever be his y/n.

🪿 rie’s note — hey loves! this one’s for the wonbin stans who want that real, heart-fluttering connection, i’ve poured so much sweetness into this to make you feel like ‘his’ y/n. if you’d like more riize oneshot like this, just let me know wherever you’d like. i’d love to keep it going!

[sugarish]

𓈒ֵ۫ ❙❘❙ ͏ྀི 🍇 Where i am ? ◌⃘❀ ꯱ׁׅ֒

[vivinism]

ᅠ ͏ ⬚͒⬚͒ ‎ ❀℘ 愛を誓って

✿ — 2005 ✧ ✧ *.•̩̩͙ 

[032104]

WONBIN IN A PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET RELATIONSHIP ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆ smau !

idol!wonbin x idol!reader (female), duhh i had to make her a guitarist as well, second youngji appearance on my blog ugh i just luv her sm

other members: shotaro sungchan eunseok seunghan sohee anton

[hrtfelt4u]

heartstrings. | wonbin park masterlist.

synopsis: in downtown main avenue, there's one golden rule: never date anyone who works here. the street is all about clubs, drinking, and wild nights—nothing more. your friend can vouch for that. but then, there's him— a charming musician with a knack for playing with heartstrings and somehow always tangled in your friend groups’ drama. despite all the warnings, the chemistry between you two is undeniable, and no matter how hard you try… you can’t seem to stay away.

featuring: fem!reader, rii7e (all members), nct wish (sion), xg (jurin, chisa, juria), enhypen (jay), leehan (boynextdoor) and more!

content warning: suggestive, swearing, drinking, smoking, and bad decision making :)

author’s note: hai! welcome to my first wonbin smau :3 i recommend checking out the profiles and aesthetics before jumping in! and also listening to spotify audios i’ll be linking with each chapter if possible, it adds more to the story <3 enjoy!

to be inclusive, i will be swapping around skin tones and body types for yn in the chapters.

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001. evil queen. | 002. world war iii. (w) | 003. banned. | 004. no room for god. | 005. selective reading. | 006. stand up girl. | 007. bed warmer. | 008. pack of sardines. (w) | 009. subtweet. | 010. light up. (w) | 011. déjà vu. | 012. hi ladies. (w) | 013. cursed. | 014. sassy man apocalypse. | 015. social media act. | 016. free shots. | 017. going ham. | 018. bellboy. (w) | 019. hannie juniors. | 020. pew pew. | 021. throuple. | 022. ol wise one. | 023. dick rider. | 024. say less. (w) | 025. heartless mf. | 026. lucky man. | 027. tough love. | 028. always. (w) | 029. #boyfriend era. | 030. server boy. | 031. pot of mischief. | 032. alias. | 033. exile. | 034. learning curve. (w) | 035. feral. | 036. out the trenches. | 037. project birthday bash. | 038. waiting. | 039. plotting murder. (w) | 040. unbanned. | 041. two ex bfs. | 042. witch. | 043. freak meter. | 044. be yours. (w) | 045. yappatron4000. | 046. touching grass. | 047. four day bender. | 048. he said what. | 049. boob privileges. | 050. impossible. | fin.

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