#wonbin riize

[jenoddity]

[hiophile]

✧ 𝅘𝅥𝅮 ░▓▂▃ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊ᡁ ୧ ♬~♬ swag.failure 🌑✤

[nananti]

“wya” prank on RIIZE

pairings. bf!riize x reader

warnings. very suggestive (eunseok and wonbin), kms/kys jokes, use of profanity

genre. fake texts, fluff(?)

💬 — nananti talks. hi! i hope you enjoy, this had been sitting in my drafts for a few days sooo… ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡ here you all go! please excuse any grammatical errors and punctuation mistakes.

bookshelf 📓

— shotaro ୨ৎ

other members are under the cut!

— eunseok ୨ৎ

— sungchan ୨ৎ

— wonbin ୨ৎ

— seunghan ୨ৎ

— sohee ୨ৎ

— anton ୨ৎ

[megururus]

every excuse anton x fem reader

in which...anton, a swimmer, is oddly persistent in seeing the team's new physical therapist intern, using every excuse in the book to keep seeing her.

009: doomed sherlock holmes

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notes: anton fighting for his life rn LMAOOO also should mention that sohee, wonbin, and anton are roommates!!

taglist: @choiwonderz @aiyins @choone @robinsluva @rggie @beamuah @academiq @mbella607 @totalnieparksunghoon @jvngw0nlvr @sionshiii @tynlvr @jkeydiary @antonton

[sseulr1n]

:¨ ·.· ¨: 𓈒⠀⠀ Back to the Old House 𓏸ㅤ۪ ︶ྀི

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[eliasoir]

֗ ꫂ DUMB LITTLE THING ⠀── P. WONBIN !

✸ ︎⠀⠀ .bf!wonbin x f!reader ! ⏜💬 𝓌hen your boyfriend comes back home for tour, he doesn’t want to waste a single second . . . smut ( MDNI 18+ ) 𓂃 dumbification , overstim , praise & dirty talk , messy unprotected sex (don’t do this) , creampie , slight spit play , crying from pleasure , pet names . wc 1.1k

୭౿ REBLOG FOR A HUG !

wonbin walked through the front door all flushed and grinning, his bags dropping next to his feet. he outstretches his arms to you like he couldn’t wait a second longer to feel you. you barely had time to close the door behind him before he was pulling you into his lips were hot and desperate against yours, hands sliding under your t-shirt and roaming like he’d forgotten what your skin felt like.

“missed you,” he murmured, again and again between his kisses. all the while his hurried footsteps led you backwards into the bedroom. “thought about this every single fucking night.”

you tried to talk first. tried to ask him how the last show went, if he’d eaten yet, even if he was tired. instead, every word dissolved in your mouth apart the second his fingers slid into your shorts. he was trembling against you a little from need.

you looked up at him. you could see how his shirt was scrunched at the neck like he was pulling at it, his hair messy and damp with light sweat, eyes locked on you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“i’m finally here,” he breathed, fingers curling into your waist over your shirt.

“been so long,” he whispered again, forehead pressed to yours. “too long.”

and then he was kissing you again. even deeper, slower, filthier — and it only took a few more seconds for you to fall back onto the freshly washed sheets. his body was heavy over yours, mouth everywhere, hands shaking with the restraint of not just taking you right then and there.

within the next hour, he’s already got you stuffed full of him, one leg hooked over his shoulder, your body pressed deep into the mattress. you were sure he was trying to deeply bury himself inside you.

“missed this pussy so fucking much,” wonbin groans into your neck, voice all hoarse from the last string of orgasms,“you feel how good you squeeze me, baby? it’s like your body missed me too.”

your nails grip and scratch down his back, your thighs trembling uncontrollably. you were already wrecked but wonbin’s not done. not even close. tears brimmed the corners of your eyes from the sheer volume of pleasure you felt.

“so pretty when you cry,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to see the way your expression twisted, lips glossy with spit and slick. “look at you…dumb little thing. can’t even talk to me, huh?”

you whimper when he slows the pace of his hips, not stopping, but now just dragging his cock painfully slow against every swollen, overstimmed inch of you. he’d already made you come twice. he hadn’t even let you down from the second one before pushing back in, and pushing you to where you were now.

“bin— too much, i can’t—”

“yes you can,” he cuts in, soft but still firm. he wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb, ever so gently before he grabs your jaw with a tight grip. “you can take it. you’re doing so good, sweetheart. just take me, yeah?”

you nod weakly, or try to at least. your head’s spinning. your body twitches every time his hips roll inside you deep and heavy. he was rocking into you slow enough to make your brain melt but strong enough to have you squirming all the same.

wonbin leans down to your face, licking his way into your mouth like he owns it. then you feel him spit on your tongue and kiss you deeply right after. he groans when you moan into it like you’re already too far gone.

“you don’t need to think, baby,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose against yours. “i got you. just let go. let me fuck you dumb.”

your legs shake even more when he hits that spot again — the one spot that makes your back arch entirely, eyes roll, body tremble, and lips part yet not being able to form any words.

his hands trail down your sides, hips locking you in place when you try to squirm away.

“nuh uh,” he hums, “you said you missed me too, so take it. let me fill you up again. wanna watch it drip out of you after.”

your mouth opens again like you’re gonna protest, but all that comes out this time is a broken whine. your brain’s gone too hazy, the heat pooling in your gut all over again even though you swore you couldn’t come again.

wonbin’s eyes are wild, but soft when he looks down at you. “mmh, that’s it,” he praises, thumb slipping between your lips again. “my pretty little thing. all mine.”

and then he gives it to you harder and faster, no breaks, no room to breathe properly. skin slapping, the slick sound of your pussy making obscene noises each time he thrusts back in, your voice barely even there anymore.

“c’mon, baby. one more,” he growls, leaning down to grab your other leg, swinging it over his shoulder as well, so your thighs fold in tighter. his cock hitting so deep now, you see stars. “make a mess for me. let me ruin you a little more.”

you cry out loudly when your orgasm hits. it was messy, strong, causing tears to freely run down your cheeks, your body twitching like you’re being shocked. and he doesn’t stop. not when your cunt clenches around him, when you sob out his name over and over, and not even when your voice is fades, just a choked out hiccup of sound.

“fuck, you’re so good,” he hisses, grabbing your hips now, holding you down. “pussy’s so fucking good—gonna make me come. gonna fill you up so full, baby, shit—”

he slams into you one last time and groans, low and wrecked, as he spills inside you. hot and thick strings of him, cock still twitching, and you’re trembling under him. your thighs even more slick and soaked and sticky with all of it.

for a second, neither of you move. then wonbin lets himself fall forwards, caging you in with his arms, kissing your pink cheeks as you continue to whimper under him.

“you okay?” he murmurs, all breathless and low. “you still here with me, pretty girl?”

you nod weakly. barely. if he wasn’t watching and staring at you so intently, he wouldn’t have caught it.

he laughs a little, sounding so soft, so sweet after everything. “good. you were so perfect for me, baby...” and he kisses you again like he’s still starving. like he’ll never get enough, even with you utterly ruined beneath him.

“gonna keep you like this all night,” he whispers, still inside you. “messy and warm and full of me.”

[ioveday]

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[ojiito]

             

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[writemekpop]

No Hard Feelings | Park Wonbin

Pairing: Park Wonbin x Reader

Summary: You and Wonbin are friends with benefits. One night, you decide to make him jealous...

Genre: Suggestive, angst

Word Count: <1k

A/n: We're backkkkk! And now we're writing about Riize! (dw we haven't forgotten about NCT - fics are on their way soon)

You lay on the crisp white sheets of your Tokyo hotel room, staring out at the night sky. The high rise buildings twinkled in the distance. 

Wonbin was curled up beside you on the bed. His dark red hair was dishevelled and splayed across the pillow. He was completely naked, covered only by a sheet. 

He hadn't bothered to redress after you'd had sex. Wonbin's sparkly jeans were draped over the door frame, where he'd thrown them off an hour ago. He'd come straight to you from his concert, still covered in sweat and glitter. 

You watched Wonbin's brown chest move as he drifted in and out of sleep. Sweat pooled in the grooves of his abs. His hand rested beside yours, fingers almost touching. 

Your phone buzzed on the bedside table. 

You tapped the screen to read the message. When you saw who it was from, you sat up. 

Wonbin cracked one eye open at the sound of your phone. He watched you through his messy fringe as you typed. The blue light of your screen made your face glow. 

You looked up from your phone and caught Wonbin staring at you. His eyes darted away as soon as you met his gaze. 

Wonbin stretched a muscled arm over his face and covered his eyes. He started to snore lightly. But his breaths were far too shallow for him to actually be asleep. 

"You want to know who's texting me, don't you?" 

"Didn't ask." Wonbin mumbled, keeping his face covered with his arm. His body was all hard lines and flat surfaces - no room for softness. 

"But you wanted to."

Wonbin shuffled around in the sheets, keeping quiet. 

You pressed send. "If you must know, it was my friend asking if she could set me up with a colleague of hers."

Wonbin pulled his arm away from his face. You caught a wild expression in his eyes. It was there just for a second, then his face smoothed over. His dark eyes glistened blankly in the dim light of the room. 

"What did you reply?" Wonbin picked up the room service menu and flicked through the pages. Though face was now perfectly expressionless, the tips of his ears were bright red. 

"I said yes. You and I... this is just sex. That's what you said when we got together, right?"

Wonbin sat up. He pulled a hand through his hair. He paused, as if he was choosing his words carefully. "Yes, I did say that." 

You felt your heart in your throat. 

Wonbin stood up and walked to the window. He faced away from you, so all you could see was the expanse of his back. There were dark scratch marks over his shoulder blades. His whoel body was tense. From this angle, he looked more animal than human. 

"If you want to us be together, Wonbin, you're going to have to ask me properly."

Wonbin turned to face you. He held your gaze with a soft intensity. He was so comfortable in his absolute nakedness, it took all of your strength not to look away. 

He scowled. "Text your friend and tell her you're not interested."

"That's no confession."

Wonbin grunted. He pulled you off the bed in one swift motion. Then he turned you around so your back was pressed up against the cool glass window. He leaned towards your neck, so that when he spoke, his lips brushed your skin. Tingles ran across your body. 

"Don't date other men," he whispered. You could feel his erection on your thigh.

You gulped. "Why shouldn't I?"

Wonbin pulled you into a rough hug. He groaned into your shoulder. "You're making this so hard for me."

You looked down at where your bodies were pressed together. 

"I can tell."

Wonbin laughed suddenly. The tension between you fizzed and popped, then slowly melted away. When Wonbin smiled, he did so with his whole face. You realised that he was holding your hand. 

"Well?" you asked, staring at your joined fingers. 

Wonbin brought your hand up to his face and pressed your palm into his cheek. He stared at you with wide black eyes. Even though you were the one wearing clothes, you felt as naked as you were the first time you slept with him. 

"Be mine," Wonbin whispered. "For real."

Your heart pounded. That was no speech full of longing called up onto a balcony, but when it came to Wonbin, that was all you were going to get. And surprisingly, it was enough. 

You stoop up onto your toes and kissed him on the mouth. Wonbin wrapped his hand around your waist and kissed you back. When his tongue brushed against yours, you shivered. Wonbin smiled into the kiss. 

He lifted you into his arms, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He turned around and carried you back to the bed. 

"I'll take that as a yes," he said, before leaning in to kiss you again. 

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[nnight-dances]

ONE KISS, ONE LOVE

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit

TROPES: established relationship!au, idol!wonbin, age gap vibes but no real mention, reader babies wonbin like he deserves to be, texts at the end, just sickening sweet stuff

WATCH: wonbin's night routine

NOTE: inspired by the video above! once again, these wonbin fics write themselves ... he might be my favorite boy to write rn or maybe that's just my way of coping!! anyway don't be surprised if i just start spamming u with the wonbin fics i just have too many good ideas. but they're all gonna be set in this same established relationship style, he's just so bf coded lol... anyway, enjoy <3

you've been in bed for a good twenty, clad in cream pyjamas and skincare intact, when you hear the frontdoor open – signalling your boyfriend, wonbin's arrival. you pause the video you're watching on your phone and sit up to greet him, "bin? welcome home." his heavy footsteps stop where his figure finally comes into your view.

wonbin looks wiped out, no doubt, eyes shadowed by his somnolent lashes. he stares at you for a moment before humming, the sound halfway between a thank god you're here and i could die right now. he peels his layers off with speed, black leather jacket hung up on the tree-shaped rack near your closet and his other outerwear finding its place on the small cabinet next to it.

you watch fondly as even in his fatigue, he patiently makes sure no outside clothes pollute the bed. as soon as he's in nothing but his white tee and boxers though, he jumps onto you, deflating the air out of you like a body pillow.

"hello," he mumbles, face disappearing into your chest where he snuggles closer. 

"hi, love," you welcome him warmly, fingers carding through his hair as a force of habit. you breathe against his limp body, letting him unwind on top of you as he often does. it's a silent activity, a night routine of sorts for wonbin on his longest days. he'd trudge home and settle close to you, wordlessly like a cat looking for soothing. 

sometimes, you talked to him about your day and he'd hum along, eyes on yours telling all you needed to hear. other times, you would go back to doing whatever you were doing – watching a show, playing a game, or talking to a friend – while he recharged. he even insisted it worked best when you were just doing your own thing.

today, you do neither. setting your phone aside, you occupy yourself with wonbin himself, first meandering through his charcoal hair and then trailing down to his neck, tracing hearts and stars into his skin. you can feel him relaxing under your touch, his face finally coming back into your vision. 

"tired," wonbin says, voice coarser than ever. "need to sleep." 

"i know, baby," you croon, "wanna wash up first?"

he shakes his head adamantly, "no. sleepy."

you laugh softly, "angel, i'm sure you are but you can't sleep with your makeup on, can you?"

"had a few drinks with taro hyung," he murmurs as if that explains his behavior.

"really? you had time after practice?"

"he snuck it into practice. beer after all that sweating was nice."

"wow, look at you," you muse, hand brushing his bangs out of his eyes, "you sound like an old man."

"i am," wonbin pouts, "let the old man go to sleep."

"sorry, love, i can't do that," you say.

"rude."

"say what you will," you sit up fully, pulling your sluggish boyfriend with you. ignoring his groans, you kiss his nose, "wash up, okay? can't have my rockstar breaking out because he was too lazy to wash his face before bed."

he groans again but this time it's an endearment, his kiss on your cheek disguising his smile. "but i can't move, y/n. please."

"i'll help you," you snake out of the sheets, squatting as you heave wonbin out as well. he stands up unwillingly, head wilting like a sad flower. you laugh, pulling him toward the washroom, "will you listen if i do all the work?"

that gets the job done alright because two minutes later, wonbin's settled against the sink with you between his legs. you crane around his tall limbs to reach for his products, having memorized his night skincare by now. 

cleansing balm in hand, you carefully cover every inch of his face, the makeup turning into oil gradually. "okay, babe, now rinse your face for me."

"you said you'd do all the work!" he complains without missing a beat. 

you glare at him, "i can't possibly wash your face without making a mess of both of us."

"sounds like an excuse to me."

sulking, he turns around, washing the balm off. next, you go in with his foam cleanser, gently circling his cheeks and forehead. despite all his earlier declarations, he watches you attentively, his hand loosely clasped around your waist to keep you in place. you have to scold him midway at one point when he gets cheeky and sneaks a hand down your pyjamas, feeling the hem of your panties. 

eventually, you dry his face off with a hand towel. "there," you peck his cheek, "all clean."

when he doesn't let go of your waist, you raise a brow at him. "you only love me when i'm clean," he scowls, "don't you?"

you narrow your eyes at his tantrum, "i think you're forgetting how i'm sacrificing my screen time before bed to clean you up right now."

he looks unconvinced as he tails you out of the bathroom. he's about to throw himself back onto the bed when you stop him by his hand. "change first," you explain, pulling out fresh pyjamas and throwing them at him. 

wonbin stands idly and it's only when he starts raising his arms up that you realize he wants you to do it. you sigh, "bin, you're such a baby today." but you smile as you pull his shirt off, disregarding the way he instantly flexes when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. slipping his pyjamas on, a piece at a time, you clap when he's done.

"i would make a great mother," you pat yourself on the back.

"you can adopt me if you want," he shrugs and you snicker, "i don't think i need to." 

"you want anything to eat before you sleep?" you ask as if you hadn't quite literally brushed his teeth. "chocolate," he says without any conviction and you roll your eyes at him, watching as he launches himself at the bed.

"quick, come here," wonbin whines. you pad over to your side of the bed and join him, giggling when his body curls around you instantly. his nose finds its indent against your neck this time, cold and fresh. 

for a minute, you think that's all you'll hear out of your boyfriend for the night. but it's just as you're about to reach for your phone when he speaks up again, "sorry if i'm boring."

you're not sure if your ears hear right, "what?"

but his voice is solemn, "...i'm probably kinda boring lately. so i'm sorry."

you turn on your side to face him completely, hand coming to rest against his cheek. "bin, you idiot. you coming home is the best part of my day."

"really? even though i'm too dead to do anything?" he perks up but his eyes gloomy, "we don't even fuck anymore. or go to the movies. or go out at all."

you laugh, "you're making us sound like an old couple on the verge of divorce, baby. you're just busier because of your comeback! i'm so excited and you should be, too."

"i am. but i don't want bore you."

"you don't, though. i'm lucky enough i get to see you at night and take care of you when i can. plus, it's not like you won't have more time after your promotions, right? we can do everything you want then."

wonbin blinks at you, his cool hand finally coming to meet yours where it was still caressing his cheek. he kisses your palm, "thank you. i'm glad."

"of course, love. now, go to sleep or you'll regret it tomorrow," you chirp, rolling over and shutting the lights off quickly.

"...you really would be a great mom," wonbin laughs at your behavior. 

"good night, wonbin."

"good night, mom."

you hit his arm at his brazenness but when he just laughs again, the sound is too sweet for you to even pretend to be mad. so instead, you hug him closer, hand on his bicep and his legs tangled with yours. 

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bin: I AM FREE AT LAST

bin: FROM THE SHACKLES OF IT

you: …

you: how would ur fans react if i leaked our texts

you: so much for being mysterious

you: "shackles of it" boy have you ever touched a book

bin: okay so you're rude today

bin: i miss y/n mom version

you: ew?? if u have a kink i dont think this is gonna work

bin: because…? 

you: is sungchan still single

bin: i was kidding! haha!

you: ok.

bin: seriously tho let's do smth fun 2nite

you: i get off work late today :(

bin: whatttt you have a life outside of me :0

you: do you WANT me to break up with you???

bin: what i meant was i will be there to pick you up <3

you: wtv man idgaf anymore

bin: noooo

bin: i'll do anything you want don't be mad

you: anything?

bin: well other than leaking our texts ofc

you: i want to live together

bin: ???

bin: we alr do

you: wonbin 

you: baby

you: you just always come over to my place

bin: i sleep there it's my home wdym

you: and you still pay the bills for your place?

bin: i don't make that bag for nothing

you: ok so what if we lived together instead

bin: but i really like your place!!

you: i do too

you: let's make it our place 

bin: shit

bin: i just actually blushed irl

you: :) 

you: is that a yes

bin: i want to marry you

you: okay well let's calm down

bin: did u just reject me

you: i'm telling u that you're gonna regret proposing through text

bin: i love u and i want u to be my wife

bin: omg i just shed a tear at the thought of calling u that

bin: wife…. im changing ur contact name

bin: or should i change it to fiancée? since we havent yet tied the knot

you: park wonbin

you: we are 20 years old

bin: untrue

bin: im 22 

you: i am not marrying you right now

bin: … is there someone else

you: i'm not marrying anyone right now

bin: ok so i'm not husband material

you: you are

bin: i'm not father material? you: no comment

you: but we aren't ready babe

you: let's take it slow k?

you: just move in first

you: we have so many memories to make

bin: you're such a flirt

you: ??? u just asked me to marry you but sure

bin: i'll be moved in by the time you come back home

you: i thought you were picking me up

bin: that was before u asked me to move in

bin: now i have to bring all my stuff over

bin: which side of your closet can i use? bin: also thoughts on letting me keep my rock collection next to your figurines?

you: right side and no

bin: wow u didnt even think about it

you: imagine we get into a fight

bin: i refuse to

you: i'm just saying i would be tempted to throw them rocks at u

bin: you would do that????

you: depending on what u do

bin: why are you expecting me to do anything at all????

you: …experience

bin: wow

you: to be loved is to be known

bin: you can't flatter me now

you: i love you 

bin: …

bin: i love you too

[hiophile]

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[megururus]

every excuse anton x fem reader

in which...anton, a swimmer, is oddly persistent in seeing the team's new physical therapist intern, using every excuse in the book to keep seeing her.

008: lucky charm .ᐟ.ᐟ

it was an important day, meet day. the team was high on adrenaline and nerves. coach jisung seems to be more strict than he usually is, which isn't far from his usual methods of teaching.

you and your intern roommate had arrived at the athletic center at 6:45 am, helping mrs. seo set up the medical tent. you had your clipboard in hand, hair pulled back, and a second granola bar, half eaten and stranded in your hoodie pocket.

you were silently and sleepily, going over the roster of all the swimmers who would be in attendance, taking note of those you would most likely be tending to based on the injury list. then, someone tapped your shoulder gently.

"hey," anton said, dressed in the team's warm-up jacket, cap, and goggles in hand, his hair wet after his warm up laps.

"morning," you yawned, covering your mouth. "you good to go?"

"yeah. it's just..." he scrunched his face, looking around hesitantly, then back to you. "think you could work and tape my shoulder? just for a few minutes."

you hesitated, eyeing his posture. he seemed to be fine, even during his warm-ups, he was on a roll. you raised a brow, "bothering you again?"

he looked at you almost sheepishly, "not really. its just...i swam my best split time when you helped me last time. kinda feels like you're my lucky charm now."

you raised your eyebrow playfully, "you superstitious now?"

"maybe," the tall brunette was already sitting on the treatment bench. "or i just like the way you tape."

you let out a small laugh at that — trying to muffle it behind your clipboard.

"i'll take the lucky charm option," you mused, crouching to grab the KT tape from the medical kit. anton had taken his hoodie off, exposing his bare back, letting you gently begin to check his shoulder.

only a few feet away, sungchan and heeseung passed by, in matching warm-ups as the boy sitting in front of you, slowing down to watch the moment between you two.

"third time this week, hm?" sungchan teased, leaning into heeseung. "gotta have magical hands or something."

"she's his good luck PT," hesseung said with a smirk. "maybe we should book with her next."

"yeah not happening," rolling his eyes, anton shot back — almost immediately. "go get your own."

"don't get all macho man on me!" heeseung joked.

"jealousy isn't flattering," the boy below you said, making no effort to move at all.

you bit back the smile that was threatening to adorn your lips, but your burning ears exposed you anyways.

after a few more comments back and forth, taking silly digs at each other, the pair walked away, still snickering, leaving you and anton alone again.

"they're idiots," anton muttered.

"mhm," you agreed, placing the KT tape on his shoulder. "but...they aren't wrong either."

anton blinked, turning his head to look at you. "what do you mean?"

you finished the tape, giving his shoulder a soft pat, "you do always come see me, only really me."

you walked in front of him, wanting to see his face. anton bit his lip, slightly avoiding your gaze. the tips of his ears were red.

"not true, i see mrs. seo...and a'mya!....i just like how you do it."

you gave him a look — one that was half teasing, half unreadable — then handed him a stretch band.

"go win your race, anton."

he slowly stood to his full height, and rolled his shoulder with ease.

"only if you're poolside."

"GO SOHEE!" mal practically launched herself forward as the swimmers took their marks, her voice already slightly hoarse from cheering on the previous heats.

you were sandwiched between a'mya and lani in the center of the bleachers, your group stretching all the way to the end of the row. you all wore your various school merch attire, and held sodas and snacks that hadn't lasted very long.

lani elbowed you gently, "she's gonna make me lose my hearing by the end of the meet."

"i'm already down a ear," you grinned, stealing a piece of popcorn from the bag on her lap.

jake, wonbin, jungwon, and sungchan had raced earlier in the meet, leaving heeseung and anton the remaining racers. now, it was time for anton's individual 100 free.

"anton's up next, right?" megan asked, leaning forward, looking at the lane sheet in her hand. she watched as anton pulled sohee out of the pool, having finished his race. "that boy always takes forever fixing his goggles before the blocks."

"he calls it 'mental prep'," wonbin scoffed from behind you, mocking anton's pacing. "it's really just called being dramatic."

you let out a quiet laugh, then focused your gaze onto the race. eyes on lane 4 — anton's lane — focused on his expression.

he was focused, jaw tight, arms loose and ready. he looked confident, but still his natural calm self. even from up in the bleachers, you could see how his mind was working in this moment.

"i still say he swims faster when she's around," sungchan whispered to jake, pointing his thumb over to you. you heard what he said, but didn't acknowledge it. you were focused on the swimmers all ready on the blocks, just waiting for that beep to go.

once the buzzer blared, the splash was immediate.

the whole row shot up to their feet, shouting over each other. megan and manon clapped loudly, while mal, lani, dani, and a'mya cheered loudly.

you stood too, keeping your eyes intensely focused on anton.

he moved through the water so gracefully, almost liked he belonged in there. it was clean, fast, and powerful. his turn was smooth, and in the final stretch, he was just ahead of lane 5.

"LET"S GO, ANTON!" jake yelled, leaning over the railing, already recording on his phone.

you felt your heart thudding hard against your chest, anticipation bubbling up inside you.

then, they touched. the beep was loud.

the board on the wall blinked, calculating, numbers shifting. and then, the name 'anton lee' lit up brightly at the top, followed by the other racers in the order they touched.

"LET'S GOOOO!" sungchan hollered. half the team was already pounding the railing, cheering loudly for their fast freestyle swimmer. sohee and heeseung high fived anton when he got out the pool, waiting for their races to start in a few moments.

you stayed quiet, just happily clapping alongside the others, but your face felt warm and your hands were shaky with excitement to see the boy down below.

the deck was beginning to settle — swimmers were either doing their cooldown laps or stretching their exhausted muscles. coaches were collecting clipboards and shaking hands, while teammates exchanged wet high fives. the meet was officially done, and SNU had won with the most points overall.

the team's section of the deck looked like the end of a marathon and the start of a sleepover with the amount of mats laid down for everyone to roll out muscles and flop down exhaustedly.

the non swimmers have long left, everyone having to go back home and do homework, projects, or just chill out for the rest of the day.

a'mya knelt down beside jake, carefully rolling out the tension in his lower back with practiced ease. his shirt was folded neatly on the side of the mat, while his face was pressed into a towel.

"you good?" a'mya questioned, pausing for a second, after hearing the groan jake let out.

jake muttered, "you're ruthless in your rolling."

she grinned, "you love it."

you were back near the PT benches, organizing and putting away supplies both out of habit and a desperate attempt to keep your hands busy.

while putting the tape away, you didn't have to wait long before your number one patient came to you.

anton approached you, wet curls pushed back, exposing his forehead. a white towel slung over his right shoulder.

"hey," he spoke, voice a little hoarse. "you got time?"

you nodded, "same shoulder?"

he nodded, rubbing it lightly. "tight again. not terrible, just...yeah"

a few feet away a'mya looked over and smirked, turning her attention back to jake, muttering, "another round for 'the shoulder of love'..."

you gave her a sharp look, "heard that."

anton sat down, anyway, giving you full access to his shoulder. you gently took off the wet KT tape that was clinging to his shoulders. then, began to work his muscles.

the deck was silent for a few minutes, between you working anton's shoulder, and your curly haired friend rolling out jake's back.

anton hummed quietly, eyes fluttering closed as you worked your magic. quietly, anton muttered, "you know, you were here for all three of my best times this season. i'm seeing a pattern."

you playfully rolled your eyes, "correlation doesn't equal causation."

"maybe, maybe not...just feels true." he quietly said, humming again in bliss.

the peace and tranquility was soon destroyed as a trio of loud voices came barreling into the area.

"AGAIN?!" heeseung's voice called, skidding to a stop dramatically. "how sore can one guy be?"

"he's not even sore," sungchan said knowingly. "he's addicted."

jungwon joined them on the teasing, grabbing a gatorade from the mini cooler. "i told you, it's not physical therapy, it's emotional support."

anton groaned, his peace long gone, "you're all insufferable, go do your cooldown laps or something."

"you know, if you all chirped less, you might drop time, too," you quietly teased, grabbing blue pre-wrap.

heeseung dramatically clutched his chest, "im emotionally wounded. i need my shoulder checked now!"

"absolutely not." anton deadpanned.

sungchan snickered, "this is a romance in the making!"

a'mya stood up, abandoning jake on the floor, and waved the foam roller in her hand. "please leave before i throw this foam roller at your heads."

heeseung ducked behind jungwon dramatically, "okay, the interns win!"

the blonde gave a look towards anton, pointing his finger accusingly at his arm, "you know it's not even tight. he just wants to sit next to her and pretend it's medically necessary."

anton didn't bother looking at jungwon, "cool. keep talking. i'll even ask coach to double your cardio next week."

jungwon shut up instantly.

with a laugh, you finished wrapping his shoulder, pulling it snug, finally. "all done."

anton flexed the shoulder carefully, testing the range. "you're getting scarily good at this."

"maybe you're just a predictable patient."

he looked at you with his big, brown eyes, smiling at you gently. "still saying you're my good luck."

you blinked, caught off guard and slightly flustered, "you keep saying that."

he gave a little shrug, "because it's true."

and with that, he stood up and tossed the towel back around his neck, "thanks again." he walked off towards the locker rooms, head down and muscles loose.

you stared too long at his retreating figure, biting the inside of your cheek to contain the dopey smile threatening to adorn your face.

a'mya appeared at your side, holding out a gatorade to you, "sooooo...lucky charm, huh?"

"don't even," you said, snatching the bottle. "i swear i'll ice jake's knees out of spite."

jake, still laying down on the mat, raised his hand. "don't involve me, i did nothing."

you snickered, going back to work. your thoughts wandering back to the swimmer who just can't seem to leave your mind ever since you met him. maybe it's cause he comes to see you over the same shoulder almost every day, or maybe it's the way he helps you with organizing the supplies in the office.

whatever it was, you enjoyed it.

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notes: superrrr long chapter!! i love this chapter because, funny enough, 8 is my lucky number and this is chapter 8 and the whole thing is about lucky charms!! love how that played out! anyways hope u guys enjoyed!!

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