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CHASING YOU — p.wb

synopsis : you and wonbin are the top runners of your school and have been rivals on the track for as long as anyone can remember. you’ve known him since childhood, but it was impossible to have even become anything close to friends. whether it’s practice, sprinting, relay, or endurance runs, the two of you are always neck and neck, pushing each other to the limit with sharp words and even sharper competition—it’s only until you have a great fall that the soft spot he has for you exposes itself.

♡ pairing : !track athlete y/n x !track athlete wonbin

♡ genre : rivals to friends (and eventually more sort of)

♡ wc. : roughly 1.7k

♡ a/n : just remembered predebut wonbin used to do track and field, so i cooked this up 😁 also, happy late valentines riizeblr! the ideal valentines gift for me is seunghan back in riize 🙏 thanks a bunch to @lelengerine for proofreading everything🫰

you and park wonbin had joined track and field at the same time back in 5th grade, and since then, you’ve both been each other’s rivals. during competitions, there was always one unspoken rule: one had to win, and the other comes in second. and of course, no one wants to be second. the two of you are the school’s best runners, and every race that took place had often ended up as a two-man competition, as the other contestants aren’t able to keep up with the competitiveness that the two of you share.

for months, the rivalry between you had only intensified. every practice, every sprint, and every time trial was always filled with some sort of rivalry.

now, with only a week left before the competition, the pressure is at its peak. the coach blows the whistle and the mock race begins. the championships were happening soon and the stakes couldn’t be higher, the winner’s prize would be a scholarship at SMU, one of the top schools in korea. no one in their right mind would pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity, which meant that you, wonbin, and every other competitor were prepared to give it everything you had. you didn’t just want the scholarship—you needed it.

the sound of pounding in your footsteps echoes through the track, the hot summer air running through your face. this was your fourth and last trial run, and the heat was definitely starting to get to you.

“can’t keep up, Y/N?” wonbin looks back, taunting you with a sly smirk on his face.

“in your dreams, park wonbin.” you grit your teeth, picking up the pace of your running to overtake him.

the coach whistles again, signaling that the race was coming to an end. you managed to speed through the finish line, beating him by just a bit.

“—and in the end, i still won.” you tease, feeling a bit dizzy, but you hold your head high because you won. his face was plastered with an annoyed expression.

wonbin was definitely infuriating, he never backed down from a challenge. if he lost, he’d train extra hard that day just to beat you in the next race. if you lost, he’d make sure you knew it. the only thing more impressive than his speed was his mouth—the way it could say the most enraging remarks that effortlessly made your blood boil.

next week..

today’s finally the day—the big day every track student has endlessly been training for. all contestants gather up at the start of the track and get into their positions.

bang, as soon as the gunshot fires, you take off.

everything else around you that was irrelevant to winning started to blur—the crowd, the screams, the sound of your pounding footsteps, and even the ache in your stomach. the only thing you’re focused on is the finish line and your breathing pace. you can see wonbin from the corner of your eye, and he’s fast—just like always—but so are you. you continue to keep yourself focused.

then it happens.

the track curves, and as you were trying to pivot, you felt the sharp twist of your ankle. a searing pain shoots up your leg and before you can catch yourself, your body fully gives up beneath you. the world spins as you crash down onto the rough asphalt, scratching your skin and leaving you with deep scratches.

for a moment, everything is blurry. you hear people shouting along with footsteps thundering past you. the race is still going. you should get up—you have to get up.

but then—

“Y/N!”

wonbin’s voice cuts through the chaos. he’s suddenly right there beside you. he shouldn’t be there. he should be running to win the scholarship. but instead, he’s crouched right next to you, trying to analyze your injuries with his hands hovering over your shoulders, unsure if whether or not he could touch you.

“why did you stop?” you rasp, trying to push him away. “the finish line—“

“forget the finish line,” he snaps. “can you walk?”

“i’m fine—“ you try sitting up but the pain was sharp, unbearable. you squeeze your eyes shut in response to the sudden sensation, quickly revealing your true feelings.

“i’m taking that as a no,” he assumes. “come on, lean on me. i’ll get you to the clinic.”

“i’m fine, please get back to the race. i can do this mysel—“

“don’t be stupid, Y/N.” he cuts you off, urging you to just give in and take up his offer. before you could protest, he’s already getting ready to lift you off the ground.

you should push him away and say something sharp, something that reminds him about your long-time rivalry, that you’re supposed to despise each other. but, for the first time, wonbin isn’t looking at you like you’re his competitor. he’s looking at you like someone who doesn’t want to see you get hurt.

once you arrive at the clinic with the help of other emergency teams at the track site, it’s awkward. purely awkward. you don’t know what to say—should you thank him? scold him? worry about him potentially losing his chances of getting into SMU? your head was a mess.

from time to time you’d wince everytime the nurse would press too hard on your ankle. in the corner of your eye, you see wonbin shifting in his seat, his arms crossed, brows furrowed, and his leg was slightly bouncing up and down as if he had something to say.

you hate it. you hate the awkwardness and the silence that gives you too much room to say something. everything. you hate that he threw away his dream at SMU to come to your aid.

“why would you do that?” you finally ask, breaking the silence. your voice was softer than you thought.

wonbin exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “what do you mean, why?”

“you know what i’m talking about,” you start. “the scholarship and everything, i thought you needed it.”

“i did,” he admitted. “but what was i supposed to do? just leave you there?”

“yes!” you argue, throwing your hands up in anger. “a normal rival would’ve kept running. that’s what we are, right?”

his jaw clenches for a second, then he looks at you. with a sigh, he bends forward and rests his elbows on his knees.

“look, Y/N,” he starts, his voice seems more gentle and calm now. “it doesn't matter if we’re rivals, i won’t care about some race if you’re lying on the ground, hurt. do you really think a scholarship matters more to me than—“ he pauses and shakes his head. “forget it, just rest well.”

you follow up, brow quirking up in slight interest. “than what?”

wonbin doesn’t answer and makes his way to the door, his hand hovers over the handle, debating whether or not he should turn back around or just leave you here.

you should let him go, but you can’t. not until he answers your question.

“wonbin.”

he freezes in response to his name. slowly, he turns back to face your direction. “what?”

you take a moment to stare at his face, you’ve never seen him look at you with that much care before. “you never answered my question.”

“about what?” his brows furrow.

“about why you ditched the scholarship to help me.” your heart races as you feel your eyes well up with tears. “why did you throw away everything you practiced for me?”

“i already told you—“

“no,” you stop him. “i want the real answer. the real reason.”

for a moment, he just stands there, as if frozen in his own world, but you blink and before you know it, he’s standing right infront of you.

“because it’s you, Y/N.” he finally speaks, voice shying away as his words trail. “it’s always been you.”

“what?”

“god, do i have to spell it out for you?” he scoffs. “i like you, okay? maybe more than i wanted to and maybe i hid my feelings behind the rivalry we had, but when i saw you on the ground like that—when i saw you hurt—i couldn’t hold back. i didn’t care about the race anymore, i just cared about if you were okay. even if i lost the race, i’ll still be able to look at myself in the mirror tomorrow because i wouldn’t have regretted doing nothing to help you.”

you paused.

“you… like me?” you repeat with wide eyes, trying to take in all the things that have unraveled. the pounding in your chest now sounds louder than the cheers from the crowd—you were positive that he could hear it.

“you really picked the worst time to say this, huh.” you chuckle.

“yeah. well,” he mutters, rubbing his sweaty palms together. “blame yourself for getting hurt.”

despite everything, you feel a warmth in your chest. you should be mad at him for throwing away his opportunity all for a girl, but at this point you can’t even be mad. you just feel grateful that you have such caring support around you, even when you didn’t notice. so, you do what you need to do.

you reach for his wrist, stopping him from leaving. “wonbin,”

he looks at you with expectation in his eyes.

“thank you.” you begin, a grateful expression on your features, “also, just—if you want, we can always try things out, maybe be friends first?”

“you’re not trying to kid your way out of this situation right?”

“do i look like i’m kidding?” you deadpan for a second before shaking your head with a chuckle.

“no ma’am!” he straightens himself out, but a smile that mirrors yours is plastered on his lips. “now let’s get you tucked in—i’m gonna make sure you get the rest you need.”

“im being serious though. i might’ve been the childish one for dragging on this rivalry for so long…” you added, now complying as the boy helped you get to a comfortable position.

“then it’s a good thing we’re ending it now.” he pats your head lightly, “cause you’ll find that i’m not going to leave your side.”

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hii (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) I have been packed with school work lately so decided to put freeze frame on hold until I can have enough time to update daily or AT LEAST weekly TT sorry p:

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21. caught

last night felt unreal. still holding hands after the confession, you and wonbin ended up exploring the city together. it felt so good to finally express your true emotions, as if a heavy weight had been lifted off your chest.

you lay in bed with a smile on your face, replaying moments from the day before. you feel as if you could conquer anything right now.

ding!

you look at your phone laying on your bedside table. it’s belle, what could she possibly want at this hour? you reach over to pick it up.

your phone suddenly started ringing, interrupting your doom-scrolling on twitter—it’s wonbin. you pick up, and hear his voice from the other side of the phone

“hey,” he says softly when you pick up, his voice careful like he already knows.

“hey,” you echo, but there’s a weight in your tone that you can’t seem to hide.

there’s a slight pause before he speaks again, “you saw the comments.”

“yeah,” you admit, sitting up and tucking your knees to your chest.

“i should’ve been more careful, god why am i so stupid,” he says, “i didn’t think people would care this much—”

“don’t be too hard on yourself,” you stop him. “it’s not your fault.”

“i just hate seeing you get dragged into this, you know how crazy these fans are. i’m worried they might take it too far and do something that would end up hurting you.” he blurts out, feeling stressed at the given situation. “i wanted last night to be something good for us. not… this.”

“it was good, i don’t regret a single part of it.” you insist. “but wonbin, this is also about your career. i don’t want to mess things up for you.”

“you won’t, i-i promise.” he stutters, feeling as if he was about to lose you right then and there.

“but you don’t know that.”

“y/n,” he says after a long pause. “if staying away from you is what people expect, i can’t do that. i dont want to do that.”

“i didn’t come back to the city just for the tour, i came back because i wanted to see you. and, if the whole world knows that… then so be it.” he adds.

“but what if… it gets worse?” you ask, worried.

“then we’ll handle it together. you and me.” he says, you can feel his determination seep through the phone.

“okay,” you whisper, feeling the warmth of his answer pull you back from the edge.

“okay.” he echoes, you can hear the small smile he has on his face in his tone.

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still recovering btw

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my man has a man…

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05. pls block me

12:00 pm

as you walk into the rink you immediately spot the boy that you saw the other day when you were skating with anton, you decide to walk up to him

“hi! i saw you a few days ago didn’t i?” you say to the boy “oh yes! hi im sungchan” *he offers you his hand and you shake it* “are you on the team aswell?” you ask the boy “yeah i am! there’s some really nice people here so i hope we can all get along with you, but be aware of some of the not - so - nice people here haha” you both giggle

as anton spots you two and notice you’re heading for the rink along with the rest of the team , he follows. he reaches to put his hand on sungchan’s shoulder “YOO DUDEEE why didn’t you tell me you are already here” sungchan shurgs and continues to talk to you as you wave to anton and shoot him a smile “ok i think the lesson should be starting by now so lets go join the others?” you tell the boys and they both nod.

the team’s coach calls everyone to stand in a circle, he starts by introducing you “everyone , please welcome our new member on the team , (—)”

“hi (—)!” they all greet you as they introduce themselves

you learn then your team members names .

gunwook , gaeul , jisung , yushi and minju.

“ok guys , lets start our lesson.” says your coach.

after the lesson

gaeul approaches you “hi! you’re that famous ice skater that is in the same team as sunghoon right?” you giggle “was , but yes” you respond “oh sorry! but anyways i was wondering if i can get your number? i’ll add you to our team gc!” she says and you give her your number , shooting Anton who was at the counter one more smile before heading home

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note: i feel like my back is about to fall off

“saw” instead of so in 3rd pic

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Talking Tom & Ben more like Talking Ton & Bin ( i feel so proud in this im a genius )

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“be your cat for one day”

short anton lee smau

"하루만 너의 고양이가 되고싶어, oh, baby"

IN WHICH: idol!boyfriend!anton’s representative animal is a dog but you want it to be a cat

GENRE: fluff

reader isnt referred to as any gender but the priv acc pfp is a girl so 😣😣

› ask/comment if wanted to be added to my permanent taglist ♡︎

note : what if i said im a tonkitty enthusiast ( also ignore the fact reader’s acc is priv )

be aware: this is a one chapter smau and there will be no part 2 to this!!

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seunghan dancing rahhhhh😭😭😭😭😭😭

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ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

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04. the alpha + the leader + the one to trust

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note: my cats shat in my room?(?

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sniff sniff

18. backstage at an… nct concert?

the members were giggling as they stood behind a few curtains, all waiting in excitement to see your reaction.

“guys be quiet! i swear if they hear us, i'm going to punch all six of you.” wonbin says sternly, trying to keep everyone from spoiling the surprise.

they finally hear the four of your voices get louder and louder and wonbin steps out of their hiding spot.

“what do you mean others, there’s more? there’s no way,” you laugh as you say to belle, taken aback by this whole situation. “i can’t believe you planned all of this withou—“

you see belle’s face, smiling as you’ve come to a stop. wondering what she could be smiling at, you turn your attention to the person standing right infront of you.

“won…bin?” you gasp, “what are you… doing here?” your eyes widen.

wonbin’s eyes soften the moment he sees you. he scratches the back of his neck, clearly nervous but trying to play it cool.

“hey… surprise?” he says, waving with a small, sheepish smile.

you blink a few times, still processing the situation. "i— what? how? you—” your words stumble over each other as the rest of the members slowly step out from behind the curtain, waving and grinning.

“i told you you’d like this part,” belle whispers, nudging you gently.

“yeah, no kidding,” you mumble, eyes still fixed on wonbin.

sunoo chuckles from beside minjeong. “he’s been pacing back and forth before you guys arrived. i thought he was going to back out.”

wonbin shoots him a glare. “i wasn’t going to back out. i just… didn’t know if this was a good idea.”

“it is,” you say quickly, your voice soft.

wonbin’s gaze meets yours, and for a moment, everything else seems to fade into the background.

“i wanted to talk to you. properly this time,” he says, taking a step closer. “i know i messed up, and i should’ve contacted you sooner.”

you swallow the lump in your throat, nodding as you try to hold back tears.

“you’re really here,” you whisper, as if saying it louder might make him disappear.

“i’m really here,” he confirms, his expression gentle.

“okay, this is cute and all, but can we please get a picture before anyone starts crying?” belle says, breaking the tension just enough to make you laugh.

“fine,” you sniff, wiping at your eyes with a grin.

wonbin reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “after the picture, can we talk?”

“yeah,” you squeeze his hand lightly. “i’d like that.”

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i promise to update freeze frame tmrw/friday ive just been so busy with exams😭😭 but trust yall are GETTINGGGG those chapters soon

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⋆˚࿔ 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𐔌 . ⋮ a 송은석 smau .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

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➙ ever since awsaz went viral for bringing two idols from different groups to interact , you never thought you would be called onto the show because one of your members had previously gone . however , it didn’t occur to you that anyone could be called .

➙ the 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 pairing ; song eunseok from riize and oh yn from aespa ( face claim : ningning )

; includes members from nct , riize , aespa and others !

➙ do leave a 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 or an 𝒂𝒔𝒌 below 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 added 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 !

➙ read 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 below ~

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➥ one : oh sion what are you up to .

➥ two : does sooman know about this ?

➥ three : first interview in two years , kinda nervous 😛

➥ four : expected...

➥ five : can i have your number ?

more tbc ...

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

➛ @hooneverse @sol3chu @yourssincerely-mimi @reikaxslvr @petralovesbonedo @enhabooks @mwahvvis @jaerisdiction @rairaiblog @jeonginontopforever

༉‧₊˚. 𝐚𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( leave a 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 or an 𝒂𝒔𝒌 below 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 added !! )

➛ .

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03. MY SHAYLA😭😭💔

* 7:00 Anton’s alarm keeps beeping *

he is supposed to show you around at 7:30 , yet he is still not awake.

* 7:15 Anton wakes up and immediately rushes to get ready *

when it comes to the time you scheduled with mrs. lee , u arrived just on the dot. 30 minutes before opening. yet.. where’s Anton?

u wait there for another 5 minutes and then you hear loud footsteps from behind you, he was running late ( literally ) but why was he kinda…hot doing it?

“hi,I’m sorry I’m late,i couldn’t hear my alar—y/n?” Anton says.

“oh hiiii! you’re Anton right? i saw you yesterday , I’m y/n , haha.” at this point you were just trying to forget about the fact he ran away from you yesterday while anton thinks if he should run and hide or play it cool “so… the tour?”

“oh yes! I’m sorry , lets go in.“ he says as he unlocks the door.

he shows you around and lets you ask some questions , after that it was already opening time, huh. time passed by so quickly.

“I’m gonna go change into my ice skating clothes, is that ok?”

“yeah of course!!” he says.

* you come out with your practice wear , and go up to the cafeteria and there you find Anton behind the counter. *

you ring the bell on the counter “service pls!”

Anton looks at you and immediately a smile rises on his face . “yes ma’am , what can i help you with today?” he leans on the counter

“maybe ice skating lessons?”

“huh?? but you’re like the best figure skater in the whole country”

“i can always learn more!! now come onnnn” you put your hand on his , feeling the warmth of his hand while your hand is freezing cold. “ok ok!”

“lets go on the rink.”

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note: anton being late is based on the fact that he WONT TURN OFF HIS ALARM

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are yall telling me i never uploaded chapter 3???? because why was i sure i did… sorry chat ill upload it rn