#Wonbin ff

[2i1han]

chapter 1 : "what happened to us?"

𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 | park wonbin

pairing : wonbin x reader / reader addressed as heo sori

genre : heavy romance , angst , mature , drama | wc : 9k

warnings : adult themes , toxic relationship , mentions of cheating , mild language , fade to black , slice of life

playlist : whisper / park jiwoo , heavy heart / rio , the rose song / rio , where am i / jiyul , youra / ral 9002 , k. / cas , when dawn comes again / colde , let it begin / say sue me , new boots / rio

a love that was once passionate but toxic leaves you and wonbin trapped in a cycle of desire, distance, and unresolved emotions. even after breaking up, both of you keep finding your way back to each other. as jealousy, regret, and unspoken feelings pull and push you apart, the two of you are forced to confront whether you're doomed to repeat the mistakes or finally break free.

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 |

you're curled up in the corner of your dimly lit apartment, surrounded by silence so thick it almost feels tangible. the air is stale, heavy with the scent of neglect—unwashed sheets, a forgotten cup of coffee on the table. your eyes, bloodshot from too many sleepless nights, barely aware of the world outside the window. the only light filtering in is the cold, bluish glow of the late-night sky, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls.

your lips are pale, cracked from dehydration, and your hair, tangled and unkempt, clings to your damp forehead. the shirt you're wearing is the same one from yesterday, maybe the day before too, but you can't bring yourself to care. the dried crust of tears remains on your cheek, your mouth slightly parted as you stare blankly ahead.

you don't know when it started—when your life began to snap like a thread pulled too hard. you don't know when you became this version of yourself, this hollow, distant stranger you hardly recognize. a monster, maybe. everyone who once mattered is gone, slipping through your fingers like sand, and deep down, you know why. you've always known why.

your friend, the one you swore you couldn't live without. your mother, who once held you with hands so warm you thought nothing could ever break you. the only friend you had since university, the one who stayed until you finally found a simple job you loved. and now, even that's gone.

you used to love flowers. you used to believe they were delicate, beautiful, a reflection of life itself—just like your mother always said. but now, you can't stand them. you can't stand the sight of them, the scent, the idea of them. you don't love being a florist anymore. you don't love yourself anymore.

and you don't know who to blame. the world? fate? yourself? or is it park wonbin? either way, you're still here. still ruined. and you have no idea how to get back up.

━━━

it wasn't always like this. once, your life had color, warmth. you were raised with so much love that even in rooms filled with fear, you could chase it away. you grew up believing life was full of beauty. hardships came and went, but you carried love and gentleness like armor, believing that even in chaos, there was something worth holding onto.

to love is to hurt. but to love is also to turn hurt into strength.

that included the man who once walked into the flower shop you're working at, shifting everything in your world without even knowing it.

he had long, dirty blonde hair, slightly messy but effortlessly cool. a gray beanie pulled low over his forehead, black leather jacket clung on his broad shoulders. his presence was quiet, but something about him demanded attention. and dangling from his left shoulder is a camera.

he paused at the entrance for just a moment. his gaze found you, lingering for a second longer than necessary—like he recognized you. like you were someone familiar in a life he couldn't remember. but then, just as quickly, he smirked and walked forward, stepping past the threshold and toward the counter where you stood.

you barely spared him a glance at first, just a fleeting look before offering the same warm smile you gave to every customer. effortless and soft. the kind of smile that made people think you had never known sadness.

"what can i get you today, sir?" your voice was light, and delicate.

his attention flicked back to you as you spoke, and the smirk returned. he studied you for a while, but you held his gaze without faltering.

"ten red roses. no need to wrap them fancy," he said.

you nodded, mouthing a small "okay" before stepping out from behind the counter. the small trapdoor creaked as you pushed through, the hem of your long white skirt swaying gently around your ankles. you tucked your baby blue cardigan closer around your frame as you walked toward the section where the red roses sat in neat rows.

going back behind the counter, you carefully wrapped the roses in brown paper, folding the edges neatly before tying a piece of rustic yarn around the stems. your fingers moved with care, securing the bundle before slipping it into a simple paper bag. as you handed it to the man in front of you, he extended his card, his fingers brushing yours briefly before you swiped it through the teller.

flashing a bright smile, you returned the card. "thank you, sir. come again!"

he looked at you for a moment before his lips curled into a subtle smile. "i will," he said before turning toward the door. the small bell above the entrance chimed as he stepped out into the daylight.

and true to his words, he did come back for the next few weeks every day. sometimes, he bought a full bouquet—other times, just a single stem of a white rose. he never stayed too long, just enough for small exchanges, brief moments where his presence made itself into your routine. over time, the space between your conversations shortened, and soon, park wonbin wasn't just a regular customer. he became something else entirely.

even after your shifts, you found yourselves spending time together. grabbing quick meals at nearby food stalls, wandering the empty fields at night, sharing laughter in places you had never thought to exist in before. wonbin was an indie photographer, as he told you one evening while leaning lazily against the shop's entrance. the first time he stepped into your store, he had only been looking for props—a handful of roses for a shoot he had planned.

he had shown you the final product days later, flipping his camera screen toward you. a woman in a long, wet red dress, her drenched hair clinging to her skin, lying across a stark white platform. her back arched dramatically, head and foot dangling off the edges, while the red rose wonbin had purchased rested between her fingers. the rest of the roses were scattered across the white floor, stark against the sterile background.

it fascinated you. his work had a distinct contrast—a clash between purity and chaos. his photographs weren't just beautiful; they carried raw intensity, an imperfect kind of allure that you found impossible to look away from.

one evening, as you sat together outside the flower shop, the cool night air wrapping around your skin, wonbin turned to you with an almost thoughtful expression.

"you know, you have a really pretty name," he said, breaking the quiet.

you glanced at him, brows slightly knitted. "i think it's awkward."

wonbin shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "no, it's not." he paused for a second, then murmured it softly, as if testing the weight of it on his tongue. "sori."

the way he said it made your stomach flip, warmth creeping up your neck.

"heo sori," he repeated, his gaze lingering on you. "it suits you. so delicate."

you ducked your head, unable to fight the foolish grin spreading across your face. your feet swung gently off the edge of the bench, the fabric of your long skirt swaying with the movement.

"really?" you murmured, voice quieter than before. "thank you. i never really thought of that."

"it suits you because you have a beautiful sori too," he added, eyes still fixed on you. "your parents must have really loved each other."

you let out a lighthearted chuckle at his remark, shaking your head. "they really did."

"you’re lucky," wonbin said, leaning back against the shop wall, his gaze drifting toward the night sky. "and honestly, it shows. you look like… a flower that's been nurtured with love."

it wasn't arrogance that made you accept his words so easily. you had always known—deep down, you had been raised in warmth, surrounded by love that shaped you into the person you were. and the people around you saw it too.

at some point, the line between you and wonbin blurred. what started as friendly interactions turned into something far deeper. his compliments became softer, his gestures more intentional. he would brush stray strands of hair from your face, rest his head against your shoulder, squeeze your hand absentmindedly when he spoke. and you let yourself sink into it before the two of you finally stopped pretending. you became his, and he became yours.

wonbin was the first man to ever make your heart race like this. the first man you had ever liked so badly that it almost hurt.

you ignored the glaring differences between the two of you—the things that, in hindsight, had already set you up for ruin. you wanted a quiet, gentle, predictable life. wonbin lived for the moment, unbound, chasing inspiration wherever it led him. you were soft, and he was rough around the edges.

but you thought love was enough. you willed yourself to hold onto him despite the contrast, convincing yourself that love could smooth over the jagged parts. you traced your fingers over the roughness of his hands, knowing they were made for something different from your own. he did the same, taking your delicate hands in his, despite how fragile they felt in his grip.

neither of you fit together like a puzzle piece. your differences didn't blend in beautifully—rather, you clashed, burned, collided. because the truth was, you and wonbin weren’t like a flower and a sunlight, but rather a fire and gasoline.

it all started two weeks after you and wonbin became official. at first, everything was perfect. his attention, his warmth, the way he always found a way to make you feel like the center of his world. but it didn't take long before the cracks started showing. he was still sweet, still the man you fell for, but his priorities were clear. and sometimes, you weren't one of them.

wonbin had a habit of leaving you waiting. always caught up in something, always running late, always with an excuse that somehow made sense but still hurt. you kept telling yourself it was normal. he had a career. he had a passion. you weren't supposed to be the reason he stopped doing what he loved. but at some point, it stopped feeling like an unfortunate side effect and started feeling like neglect.

like tonight. he promised to pick you up at seven for dinner. you stood by the old shed where he told you to wait, the glow of the streetlight casting long shadows around you. the air smelled like damp pavement, the distant scent of grilled meat from a street vendor nearby. you shifted your weight from one foot to another, hands gripping the strap of your bag, your phone growing heavier in your hand with every passing minute.

at first, you thought maybe he was just running late. he usually was. but when you finally glanced at your screen, it was nearly eight. almost an hour.

you bit your lip and tried calling him. the ringing stretched out painfully long before the other end picked up.

"sori? why are you calling?" wonbin's voice was distant and distracted, like he hadn't even thought about you until this very moment.

your fingers clenched around your phone. "wonbin, i've been waiting here for almost an hour already."

there was a pause. you could hear faint voices in the background, the clicking of a camera shutter, someone calling his name. he sighed heavily, and you could picture him rubbing his temple, eyes squeezed shut in frustration.

"shit… i lost track of time. i'm still in the middle of a shoot, baby. i'm sorry."

you sighed disappointedly. you closed your eyes, pressing your free hand to your temple. "what now?"

"just...just go back home, or grab dinner with your friend, uh… irina?"

you swallowed hard, your patience thinning by every second. "it's karina, wonbin."

"right, karina," he said quickly. "i'll make it up to you next time, okay?" another voice called for him in the background, and his words became rushed. "i gotta go, sori. i'll see you."

and then he hung up. no goodbye. no real apology. you stared at your screen, the call ending like a slap to the face.

this wasn't the first time, but something about tonight made it feel worse. before, he'd at least show up late, wind whipping through his hair as he pulled up on his motorcycle with a sheepish smile. or he'd call first to let you know he couldn't make it. but this time, you waited for nothing. and worse? he didn't even seem to remember.

the lump in your throat grew, but you swallowed it down. crying here wouldn't change anything. so you did what you always did—you found a way to justify it. he's busy. he's not doing this on purpose. it's not like you're his only priority.

but still, something about it made your chest ache in a way that was hard to ignore. instead of calling karina, because you knew exactly what she'd say, how she'd scold you for putting up with this. you went home.

after two hours of pacing around your apartment, forcing yourself to watch a show that you never really paid attention to, your phone rang. it's wonbin.

he said he was back at his apartment. that's all. no extra words, no real concern. no asking if how have you been after he just ditched you.

you messaged him you'd stop by since you were "on your way home from dinner with karina anyway." a complete lie.

and when you arrived, he greeted you with a tired smile, his hair slightly disheveled, hoodie hanging loosely around his torso. he pulled you in for a hug, but you stood stiff, arms locked at your sides. he leaned back slightly, his brows furrowing.

"something wrong, hm?" he squeezed your arms, his voice was gentle, his eyes so pretty it almost made you forget why you were angry.

you inhaled sharply. "something wrong? wonbin, do you—" you stopped, pressing your lips together before shaking your head. "do you even know how long i waited? and how you just handled the situation?"

his hands fell from your arms as he sighed, rubbing his face. "sori, lost track of time. i was in the middle of a shoot."

"you always lose track of time," you shot back, your throat tightening. "every time we make plans."

wonbin exhaled, arms spreading slightly in frustration. "it's just for today. i still pick you up most of the time, don't i?"

you let out a bitter laugh. "right. because your photos are more important than me."

his jaw tensed. "it's not like that. i love what i do, sori. i wish you could understand that—"

"but what about me?" your voice cracked slightly, your hands clenching at your sides. "i understand you. but do you even try to understand me? do you even love me the way you love your work? do you even respect me?"

the words hung in the air, sharp and heavy. wonbin's expression flickered into something between guilt and frustration.

"i do respect your time and effort," he said, but there was no sincerity behind it. he just wanted the argument to end.

"then show me." you spoke.

his silence said enough. wonbin ran a hand through his hair, huffing before turning away. "god you're making a big fuss over everything," he muttered, disappearing into his bedroom without another word.

and that was it. no apology again. no attempt to fix things. just him brushing you off like this wasn't worth discussing.

your chest felt hollow as you stood there, staring at his closed door. you didn't waste another second, so you grabbed your things and left, your footsteps echoing in dim stairs. the air outside was colder than before, the city streets eerily empty as you walked home, ten long minutes with nothing but your own thoughts.

you had expected warmth, an apology, maybe even him making you ramen in his small kitchen to make it up to you. instead, you got this.

the next morning came with the usual silence that always followed your fights with wonbin. no good morning texts. no missed calls. no unread messages waiting for you when you woke up. just a blank, empty screen that only made the weight in your chest heavier.

you lay in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, willing yourself not to check your phone. it wasn't like you hadn't done this before—waiting for him to come around, waiting for him to care enough to fix things. but this time, you felt exhausted.

by evening, the familiar beep of your apartment door unlocking echoed through the quiet space. you barely flinched. you knew who it was even before you heard the soft thud of sneakers against your wooden floors. aside from karina, who was working at the bar tonight, wonbin was the only person who had your passcode.

a deep sigh filled the room, barely audible over the noise of the tv in the background. "baby..." wonbin's voice was careful as he made his way toward the couch. you remained curled up, your back to him, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly through posts you weren't really reading. "still mad at me?" he spoke again.

you could feel his presence hovering behind you, the warmth of his body just within reach. but you didn't budge. didn't acknowledge him. your fingers lazily swiped up on your screen.

wonbin shifted, then leaned down,gently pulling the phone from your hands. the sudden emptiness made your fingers curl slightly, like they were still expecting to hold something. you exhaled through your nose, rolling onto your back just enough to throw him an unimpressed glance.

"hey," he murmured, sitting down beside you. his eyes searched yours, head tilting slightly as if trying to read your mood. "come on. talk to me."

a bitter chuckle left your lips as you sat up, rubbing your temples. "talk to you?" your voice was quiet but laced with irritation. "you shut me out last night, wonbin. and now i'm the one who's supposed to talk to you?"

your words landed harder than expected, because for once, wonbin actually looked taken aback. his shoulders tensed, brows knitting together. "what's with the sudden tone?" he scoffed, his voice still calm but sharp. "what happened to you?"

of course. it always had to be about you, didn't it? as if you were the one overreacting. as if you were the one making things difficult. you sighed, shaking your head as you stood up, walking past him toward your bed. the exhaustion was clinging into your bones, weighing you down more than it ever had before.

"i can't deal with this right now," you muttered. climbing onto the bed, pulling a pillow close, letting it absorb the frustration you weren't willing to show directly on him.

a moment of silence stilled between you two. then, the bed dipped as wonbin sat on the edge, his hand finding your hip. his touch was light, and hesitant, as if he was testing the waters before pushing any further.

"come on," he coaxed. "let's go out."

there it was again. that voice. that infuriatingly gentle, disarming tone he always used whenever he wanted to smooth things over without actually fixing anything. it was a routine by now—he'd show up, speak in that voice, and you'd melt, as if all the nights spent waiting, all the times he brushed you aside, meant nothing. because he knew, didn't he? he knew exactly what he was doing. knew that all it took was a couple of well-placed words, a lingering touch, and you'd fold. just like you always did.

you clenched your jaw, willing yourself not to give in so easily this time. but it didn't take long. three pleases. that was all it took. and then you were rolling onto your back, exhaling through your nose as you looked up at him, lips pressed into a thin line. his eyes were locked onto yours, hopeful.

"alright," you murmured as you sat up, hands clasped together in your lap, fingers fidgeting as you avoided his gaze.

━━━

that evening with wonbin went exactly like you expected. both of you walked out of your apartment, the cool evening air gently brushing against your skin as you made your way down the quiet block. the streetlights flickering by the sidewalk. you stopped by a small convenience store on the corner as you stepped inside to grab some ice cream. vanilla for you, chocolate for him, and after paying, you stepped back out into the night. the air was peaceful, leaving a lightness between the two of you. the weight of the problems you both had yet to talk about seemed to vanish, buried under the moment.

"hey, you know, i think black hair would suit you more," you said, breaking the silence as you licked the smooth vanilla ice cream, glancing at him.

wonbin turned his head toward you, "really? some of my models and co-photographers tell me that blonde suits me more," he replied casually, the chocolate ice cream in his hand now slightly melting as he bites the cone. he didn't seem offended or taken aback, just genuinely curious.

you pursed your lips, tapping the side of your ice cream cone thoughtfully. "your models?" you asked, trying to sound casual but wondering if you had just thrown something odd into the conversation. "well, it's just my opinion," you added, shrugging lightly, as if it didn't matter much at all.

wonbin nodded, not pressing the issue. his gaze returned to the quiet street ahead of you both. and after a minute of walking, he spoke again, the soft sound of his voice breaking through the quiet.

"i'll walk you home now. i have to be home too in a minute," he said, giving you a small smile as he slowed his pace to match yours.

you nodded in response. the walk back was comfortable, neither of you rushing, just enjoying each other's company as the streets grew quieter. when you reached your apartment, you shared one last hug and kiss before parting ways. for a moment, everything felt right again, as if the tension from the yesterday had been resolved completely without actually fixing it.

for the next weeks, there were no arguments, no silences stretching too long. everything seemed to fall back into place, and you thought, maybe, nothing would go wrong. maybe things would stay like this, just the two of you, content and untroubled.

but that all changed in one specific day. you were sitting at your vanity, freshly washed hair still damp and tangled from the shower. the soft, wet strands clung to your skin as you picked up the blow dryer, the whirring sound filling the room as you began drying your hair carefully.

then, the phone rang. your hands freezing mid-motion as you saw his name on the screen—wonbin.

you smiled a little, wiping your hands dry on a towel before answering the phone. "hello? bin? you're early today," you said, holding the phone to your ear while you flipped your hair to the side, trying to keep it from getting wet.

"good morning, sori," his voice came through, groggy from sleep but still audible, making you smile even more. "yeah, i managed to wake up early today. i know you'll be getting ready for work soon, so i wanted to call first."

"really? you never really wake up early just to call me before work," you teased lightly, pressing the phone against your shoulder as you picked up the blow dryer.

you could hear wonbin laugh softly on the other end, the sound of his chuckle making you grin. "happy birthday, lovely," he said, his voice somehow even more tender than before.

you thought for a moment, the words barely processing as you glanced across the room at the calendar. july 15th- your birthday. you hadn't even realized until now. it wasn't until you heard him say it that it truly clicked in your mind.

"thank you, bin," you said, a wide smile stretching across your face. you could almost feel his smile through the phone.

"i'll pick you up in an hour. get ready, we'll go out," wonbin added.

your smile faltered for just a second, only because you couldn't shake the feeling that something could go wrong. you had been let down before. sometimes he'd leave you waiting, sometimes he'd cancel at the last minute after you'd already gotten ready. but today, something about the way he said it made you believe he meant it.

you hesitated, but not for long. "mhm," you hummed in response, nodding as if he could see you. "but i need to be at the flower shop this morning." you added.

wonbin's voice softened, coaxing you gently. "take the day off, sori. it's your birthday. i'll pick you up, and we'll spend the day together."

you could never say no to him, and you knew it. that was always the hardest part. "okay," you said, letting out a small exhale. "i'll ask my co-worker if she can cover for me."

"good," he said, sounding pleased. "i'll be ready. you should be too."

your coworker, as always, was more than understanding, agreeing to cover your shift for the day and even wishing you a happy birthday. you smiled to yourself as you hung up the phone.

you took your time getting ready, applying just the right amount of makeup, and letting your long hair fall naturally, though you braided it to keep it from getting too messy. you slipped into your favorite baby blue sundress, the fabric light against your skin. after checking the time, you realized it was almost time to go, so you sat and waited.

your phone then buzzed, interrupting your thoughts. it was a message from wonbin: "i'm here, let's go?"

you smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest. for once, he was actually on time, and that was enough to make you smile. bare minimum. you grabbed your bag from the rack by the door and hurried down the stairs. as you stepped out, you saw him standing there by his motorcycle, his black helmet in hand, looking just as neat and put together as always.

"so pretty," he said, a soft smile on his face as he reached forward to give you a gentle peck on your cheek. he even wore that gray hoodie you once said looked good on him,

your smile widened, the simple gesture making your heart race in your chest. "flattery," you teased, "where are we going anyway?"

"wherever you want," he said, his voice full of warmth, as if he truly didn't mind, as if this day was for you.

you raised an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth curving "let's just go anywhere, then eat afterward."

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you both went to the amusement park, just minutes ride away from the city. it was your idea, and he agreed without hesitation

the weather was perfect—clear skies, cool breeze brushing past your cheeks as you both wandered through the crowd. you held onto his arm as you moved from ride to ride, your fingers gripping him a little tighter after each attraction. on the ferris wheel, you leaned against him, the wind blowing through your hair as you snapped selfies and candids.

you both nearly lost your lungs at the drop tower, screaming into the open air, legs trembling when you stumbled off. and then he pulled you toward the booth where you both tried the shooting game—plastic rifles and rubber bullets. wonbin didn’t even try hard. he just aimed, casually pulling the trigger like it was second nature. bullseye. every time. you clapped and jumped enthusiastically while he exchanged his tickets for two plushies—a pink bear for you, and a cat for himself. he carried them under one arm all the way to the restaurant nearby.

you were still grinning when you both sat down for lunch. "i had so much fun, bin. thank you," you said, eyes on him as he took a bite of the food you ordered together.

he smiled, chewing and swallowing before speaking. "of course. it's your day today. i only wanted to make you happy." he said it like breathing. as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. like making you happy was something built into his system.

you stared at him for a few seconds—completely quiet, cheeks flushed, heart stupidly full. so smitten. so deeply in love, it made your chest hurt. you chuckled under your breath and looked away, stabbing your food with your chopsticks.

a few minutes passed in peace. you sipped your drink. he checked his camera roll, reviewing photos from earlier. everything felt so easy—until his phone rang.

you watched him pick it up without hesitation. "hello? bora?" he said.

your ears twitched at the name. you couldn’t hear the girl on the other end, but you watched his expression closely. he smiled, eyes lit up in a way you hadn't seen since you two sat on the ferris wheel.

"really? well, it's okay. i'm in a lunch today anyways, and i think i'll be late as well. i'll just catch up later," he said, still not looking at you. then he hung up and placed his phone down like nothing happened, grabbing his chopsticks again.

you blinked. your appetite slipped. you forced yourself to stay still, fingers tightening around your cup. why didn't he say he was on a date? why just 'lunch'? and what did he mean he'll be late 'as well'?

your thoughts spiraled. your stomach twisted. you wanted to speak, but part of you wanted to see if he'd notice the shift in your mood first. and of course, he didn't.

"bora?" you finally asked, trying to sound casual, spinning your chopsticks in your noodles.

"mhm, my model," he replied, smiling. "she'll be modelling for the photo i'm submitting for the annual exhibition in the city."

you nodded slowly, eyes on your food. then you sighed, a little sharper than intended. "she must be really pretty then... to be picked for a big event like that," you said, forcing a smile, but your voice had dropped—flat, dull, slightly sarcastic.

wonbin paused, finally picking up the change in your tone, but he just brushed it off. "yeah, she is," he replied without a hesitation.

and that was it. your appetite vanished completely. your heart, previously full, now felt tight and heavy. you set your chopsticks down on the edge of your plate. the room felt smaller now, more suffocating. he always did this. always made you feel like you were overthinking—when really, you were just feeling too much.

"you finished?" wonbin asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

you hummed a dull response and stood up, flashing him a weak smirk—more muscle memory than sincerity. you didn't wait. you turned around and walked out of the restaurant, letting the door swing behind you.

he rushed to settle the bill, stuffing cash into the little black folder before chasing after you. he caught up quickly, grabbing your arm gently but firm.

"hey, what's going on?" he asked, his voice not angry, just tired.

you turned to him, eyes weary. "nothing's wrong, wonbin," you mumbled.

he let go of your arm, exhaling hard. he ran a hand through his hair, his expression slowly changing.

"sori, don't throw a tantrum here right now, could you?" he muttered, voice edged with irritation. "come on. i'l send you home."

you stared at him, stunned by how quickly his mood shifted. you opened your mouth to argue—but what was the point? he was already walking toward the motorcycle.

the ride home was silent. cold wind hitting your face. you clutched the paper bag with the plushies tightly against your chest, blinking away the sting behind your eyes.

it was only 2 pm when he dropped you off in front of your apartment building. no words. just a quiet nod. then he rode off without even waiting for you to say goodbye.

you stood there for a moment, the bag dangled from your fingers, the weight of the stuffed toys suddenly feeling too heavy. you watched his motorcycle disappear down the road.

you looked down at your hand. and then—you felt bad.

the date wasn't supposed to end this way. you replayed it all in your head. the laughter, the pictures, the rides. you felt like you ruined it. if i hadn't acted like that… if i just kept smiling… maybe he wouldn’t have gotten so cold. maybe we’d still be walking around the park right now.

but no matter how hard you try, you always manage to press that invisible switch in him. the one that turns off everything sweet. the one that makes him say things like "don't throw a tantrum." the one that makes you feel too much—and him, not enough.

then, you heard the rustling of plastic a few steps away. behind the corner, karina appeared. her brows immediately furrowing, pace quickening as soon as she spotted you standing there alone with a paper bag in hand, looking like all the color had been drained from your day.

"sori? you okay?" she asked, voice gentle as her hands settled on your shoulders. "where are you going?"

"where did i went, you mean," you replied tiredly, slumping slightly into her touch. "and no, i don't feel okay."

karina didn't need more than that. she'd seen this version of you too many times—shoulders drooped, voice dimmed, hurt tucked just behind your eyes. she didn't ask for context. just the details. "come on. let's go. i know a place."

she nudged you gently as you both headed down the street. the grill eatery she led you to was a little cramped, but buzzing with life. normally packed with groups drinking at night, but this time of day with the sun still high made it quieter. a few tables filled with people casually eating lunch.

karina didn't even hesitate as she ordered a bottle of soju.

"the sun hasn't even set yet," you chuckled, watching her crack it open as the server lit the grill between you.

"any time of the day is perfect if you're miserable enough," she smiled, pouring into your glass.

you let out a breath. not quite a laugh, but close. karina started grilling pork slices, her focus split between you and the sizzling meat.

"so, tell me about it." she spoke

you sighed, your eyes on the raw meat slowly changing color in the heat. "wonbin..." you muttered.

"of course," karina said dryly, rolling her eyes. you let out a small laugh, but your lips trembled.

"it was going well," you began. "like... actually well. he picked me up, wore the hoodie i liked. laughed at my stupid jokes. we screamed together on the drop tower. i took photos of him smiling..."

you paused, lifting the shot glass she poured earlier and downing it in one go.

"and then... some woman called. bora."

karina's hand froze for half a second above the grill, tension rising in her jaw, but she said nothing—just listened.

"he told her he was 'at lunch.' that he might be late too. like it wasn't a date. like i wasn't right there in front of him. and he smiled when he said her name. it was so annoying."

you sniffled lightly, wiping your cheek before anything could fall. the grill popped in front of you.

"i asked if she was pretty. and he just said 'yeah, she is.' so casually. like it didn't even cross his mind how that might make me feel."

karina's expression twisted, irritation flickering through her gaze. she slammed the tongs a little harder on the table. "what a prick."

you cracked a bitter laugh, but your voice wavered halfway through. "then i got upset, and he said i was throwing a tantrum. like i was just some clingy girl being dramatic in public."

the words sat heavy in the air between you.

"and i felt bad," you added quietly. "i still feel bad. like i ruined it. like maybe i should've just smiled through it because what if i was overreacting?"

karina leaned in, her arms resting on the table, eyes locked on yours.

"sori," she spoke, "you didn't ruin anything. you reacted like a human being. he's the one who's emotionally numb."

you looked down at your lap, fingers fumbling with your napkin. "he always does this," you mumbled. "and i always let him. he loves his job... and i'm ruining it for him."

karina didn't reply right away. she just stared at you, that familiar mixture of frustration and helplessness brewing in her chest. she'd heard this before—too many times. and every time, she told you the same thing: that you weren't overreacting. that he was in the wrong. but no matter how many times she said it, you were already too deep in the comfort of the pain to believe it.

karina just hoped that someday you'd finally snap. before the hurt grew into something even worse.

"come on," she said after a beat, her voice softening again. "let's just enjoy this. i'll call some of my friends from the bar."

"the ones from last time?" you asked, a small smile beginning to tug at the corner of your lips.

"mhm, you knew them. do you want them to come?"

"of course. they're pretty chill."

karina reached over and wrapped a grilled piece of pork in lettuce, adding garlic and sauce before lifting it toward you. "happy birthday, pretty," she said with a grin.

you smiled back, opening your mouth to take the bite. the warm flavor hit your tongue, grounding you a little more. for a second, the heaviness eased off your chest.

the rest of karina's friends arrived shortly after, greeting you with warmth that effortlessly lifted the mood. the earlier tension with wonbin began to dissolve, buried under the laughter and clinking of glasses. by the time the clock hit 7 pm, you were already buzzed. almost wasted while karina and the others, seasoned bar employees, were still going strong.

"i'll send you home, sori," karina said as she stood up, walking over to your side and patting your back. her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, but she still held herself together.

you shook your head, your hand clumsily waving her off. "no–no... i'm fine."

karina let out a sigh and glanced at one of her friends—eunseok. "can i borrow your car?"

eunseok shook his head. he hadn't touched alcohol since arriving, sticking to soda while joining in on the fun. he was the only one there who was completely sober.

"you've still had drinks, karina. i can take her home," eunseok offered, rising from his seat as you swayed. karina instinctively reached out to steady you, her hands gripping your shoulders to keep you from slumping onto the table.

"okay, but please... keep her safe. i'll damn you if anything happens," she warned with a hiss.

eunseok only chuckled, unfazed. "don't worry."

he gently slipped your arms over his shoulders, supporting you while keeping a respectful distance as he nodded at karina. "i'll be back right away."

outside, he helped you into the backseat of his car, sending a quick message to karina before driving toward your apartment.

the car ride was quiet. you and eunseok weren't exactly close, but he wasn't a stranger either. before you knew wonbin, you had already known him as you frequently visited karina in her workplace that lead you to meeting everyone from there, exchanging few small nods and talks occasionally.

"i haven't properly greeted you yet," he said, glancing at you through the rearview mirror. "happy birthday, sori."

you weren't completely drunk, just floating in that fuzzy limbo, so you understood him clearly. "thank you," you murmured with a small smile. and that was the end of the conversation.

once parked, he helped you to the front door of your apartment building. "will you be okay here? or should i take you upstairs? just give me your permission."

your head lolled a little, but you managed to shake it. "no... i'll be okay."

he hesitated, clearly wanting to argue, but didn't insist further. "alright. be careful, then."

you nodded as he handed you over to the wall for support. he lingered by the glass door, watching you ascend until you disappeared from view. only then did he turn around to head back to his car.

but just as he turned the corner, he bumped into wonbin.

they exchanged a long, narrow glance before eunseok moved on, slipping into his car without a word. wonbin stood still, his eyes following the departing vehicle before he walked toward your building.

you had collapsed onto your bed the moment you got home, still wearing your sandals, when the sound of the door beeping open made you sit up groggily. you rubbed your temple and looked toward the source—wonbin.

your state was disheveled, to say the least. the braid in your hair were undone, strands sticking to the sides of your face. the strap of your sundress dangled loosely off one shoulder, and your eyes, heavy-lidded and tired—barely lifted as he walked towards you.

"what are you doing here?" you mumbled, rubbing your temple as you slowly stood up, your head still spinning.

he stood still by the wall, arms crossed. "did you drink?" his eyes narrowed, tone sharp.

you scoffed, still calm but slightly defensive. "what's it to you?"

"i'm your boyfriend, sori. that makes it my business too." he replied, trying to keep his voice steady, but there was tension there—growing.

realizing he had a point, you just shook your head with a faint sigh. "it was karina's treat. and it's my birthday too, remember?" your voice was tinged with disappointment.

"i'm aware," he said, scoffing under his breath. "but you could've just told me."

that stopped you in your tracks. your eyes met his, dulled by alcohol but suddenly clear enough to process hurt.

"told you?" you repeated, a bitter laugh escaping you. "wonbin... you never—" you caught yourself, words cutting mid-sentence.

you wanted to yell. to ask him why you always felt like a stranger to the parts of him you couldn't reach. why he knew everyone in your life, but you knew no one in his. why he demanded your life but gave you nothing back. why it always felt like you were in a one-sided story.

but the words never made it out. you bit your lip, gaze falling to the floor, chest aching from the weight of everything left unsaid. "i... i'm sorry."

"i never what?" he asked, his voice low, but the challenge in it made your heart race in tension.

you stepped closer, reaching for him. your hands gently touched his shoulders, trying to hold onto the pieces before they fell apart.

"i'm sorry, bin," you whispered, your voice barely holding together.

he looked at you—at your trembling lips, your pleading eyes before peeling your hands away from him.

"and you didn't even call me?" his voice cracked as frustration spilled over. "you asked that eunseok guy to drive you home?!"

"i didn't ask him—" you whined in defense.

"sure you didn't," he snapped, cutting you off. "what, was it because he's got a nice car? a stable job? huh? you didn't want to deal with my motorcycle and my mess of a life?"

each word hit harder than the last, and you felt something crumble inside. his accusations weren't just painful—they were unfair.

"what are you even saying, wonbin?" your voice broke as the first tear slid down your cheek. "it's not like that."

you reached out to hug him, to calm him, but he stood stiff and cold. but then—you smelled something that made you slowly shift on your foot backwards. a scent that didn't belong to him.

the crying stopped, your hands dropped from him slowly, and you stepped back fully, eyes narrowing as the reality clicked in. it wasn't his cologne. it was something sweet.

"wonbin..." you said quietly, trying to keep your voice from trembling. "whose perfume is that?"

he looked confused at first. then he lifted his shirt slightly and sniffed. his eyes fell shut.

"sori... you're drunk."

"park wonbin," you said firmly, louder now. "don't. don't brush it off again like you always do."

your fingers trembled as you pointed at him. "whose. perfume. is. that?"

the lavender perfume clung to him. strong, unfamiliar, and foreign. something you hate, something you wouldn't wear.

wonbin didn't answer right away. his eyes flicked to the side, jaw clenched tight like he was trying to calculate the least damaging version of the truth. but the silence between you screamed louder than anything.

"i asked you a question," you said, voice cracking, more stable than before but your trembling hands and unsteady knees gave you up.

he exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "it's no one."

"don't lie to me."

"it's not like that," he replied, quieter now, but hesitant. "i ran into someone. she hugged me, that's all."

"someone?" the word felt like it knocked the air out of your chest. "who? and why would she hug you, wonbin?"

he didn't answer. his eyes glistened—almost teary, almost like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"i see," you said faintly, stepping back, trying to put space between you and the ache in your chest. "so i'm the problem for getting a ride home when you're out smelling like someone else's lavender perfume?"

"it's not like that," he repeated, more agitated now. "you're twisting it."

"am i?" your voice sharpened. "then explain it to me, wonbin. for once. just once. because all i've done is give and give and give myself to you while you keep every part of your life locked away from me."

"you're being so dramatic," he muttered under his breath.

"of course!" you sarcastically laughed. "i always am, am i?"

that made him freeze. he didn't say anything, just looking away as he listened.

"you knew it was my birthday. you knew i felt off when that model called you—and you said nothing. you dropped me off in front of my building like we were nothing. no message. no call. just silence. and now you show up angry at me for getting a ride from a friend while you reek of someone else's perfume?" you were shaking again, eyes shimmering, but the tears didn’t fall. not yet. "we fight all the time, wonbin. we don't understand each other anymore..."

you sobbed. sniffling, brushing your nose with your knuckles before proceeding,

"so tell me... do you still even want to be with me?"

he looked stunned. not because the question was unexpected, but because, maybe, he didn't know the answer.

"you're making it so hard, sori," he whispered, turning his back on you. he rubbed his forehead, fingers slipping into his hair like he could pull the tension out.

"is it only me, then?" you asked, voice fragile as a glass breaking. you sat down on the edge of the bed, slumping as the pressure in your chest pressed down more. "do you still even have the patience to be with me?"

"i don't know." the words left his mouth coldly. blank and emotionless.

you let out a quiet, shaky breath. that was all you needed to hear. "then leave, wonbin," you firmly stated. "come back only if you do."

you stared down at the floor, refusing to look at him. not because you didn't want to see him go, but because if you did, you knew you'd break.

━━━

for two weeks, it felt like you and wonbin had broken up without a word. he hadn't called, messaged, or updated anything on social media. it was like he vanished, and every day you felt like you were crumbling. at work, your energy was so drained that even the plants you touched seemed to wither. your co-worker noticed first, offering gentle concern. karina, predictably, was furious when you told her what happened.

you were tired of waiting. tired of the silence. so one evening, after your shift, you decided to visit him hoping that time had cooled things down enough to talk again.

his building hadn’t changed. still looked like it was falling apart, no security pin at the entrance, the staircase was dim, the bulbs flickering like they were clinging to life. cemented steps, unpainted and rough. you remembered how scared you were the first time you came here. now it just felt sad.

at his door, you knocked. no answer. you tried again, calling out softly, "wonbin? it's me..."

still nothing.

you hesitated before pulling out the spare key he gave you. when the door creaked open, a wave of stale alcohol hit you. the living room was a mess—empty bottles scattered, clothes thrown across the floor. and no sign of him.

you cleaned up a little before deciding to check his studio, thinking maybe he was there, trying to focus on work. the walk was short, but your stomach churned with something strange.

you reached the small building, pushed through the glass door, and stepped into the hallway. his was the second room. you raised a hand to knock but your instinct stopped you. instead, you quietly twisted the doorknob and pushed it open.

dim light spilled out, revealing the sofa and the white photography panels.

and there he was—wonbin. slumped on the couch, visibly drunk.

but what made your hands tremble wasn't him.

it was the woman.

clinging to him, straddled on his lap, long hair falling over one shoulder, red lipstick smudged, dressed like she just stepped out of a fashion shoot.

your entire body locked up. your brows furrowed sharply in disbelief, lips parting with a soundless gasp as tears instantly welled up in your eyes. your throat closed up and burned, your jaw trembling as if it couldn't decide whether to drop or grit shut. you blinked once, twice, hoping the sight would change, but it didn't. your knees buckled slightly, forcing you to brace yourself against the doorframe.

you stumbled back, shoulder hitting the metal frame with a soft thud. the noise made her look up.

she didn't recognize you. her expression shifted briefly before she offered a small, awkward smile. "oh- hi, sorry for the awkward sight." she casually said with a chuckle that threw you off, sliding off him like it was no big deal.

wonbin didn't move at first. he sat forward, leaning on his knees like he didn't even notice your presence.

you stood frozen, breathing shallowly. your face crumbled further—eyebrows now drawn together in pain, mouth trembling as you tried to hold back the sob threatening to slip. you didn't know where to look—at her, at him, or at the floor that seemed like it might open up and swallow you whole. you could feel every blood vessel in your face pulsing, heat crawling up your neck, but your skin was cold.

the woman glanced at him, then back at you. "uh... bin? you've got a guest. i think it's one of your models?"

and that's when he finally turned around. when his eyes landed on you, on your stunned, broken expression, it's like he instantly woke up from his dazed state.

"sori..." he rushed over the sofa the moment he saw you, reaching out but you were already turning away, storming out of the studio on instinct. you didn't think. you just ran down the steps, past the flickering hallway lights, into the street. you didn't look back. you didn't care if he followed.

your long skirt caught your ankle, almost sending you tumbling, but then, his hand caught your waist.

you jolted, instantly flinching and shoving him away with force.

"wonbin..." you muttered, barely getting his name out as your chest rose and fell erratically, your whole body shaking. the ache in your chest was unbearable, like your ribs were folding inward.

"sori, what are you doing here?" he asked, running a hand through his hair in frustration, as if you were the one who barged into something wrong.

that was it. that line snapped something inside you. your blank expression cracked, lips curling into a trembling scoff before a bitter, sarcastic laugh broke free from your throat—choked and ugly. "to see you, wonbin. to talk to you. to fix things with you. something you couldn’t even bother to do!" your voice cracked, convulsing with fury and grief. "who is she...?"

his face shifted, expression softening like it was supposed to matter now. he reached for your hand, but you quickly stepped back, avoiding him like he burned.

"who—" your voice raised slightly. "who is she?"

"you got it wrong, bab—"

"don't." you shook your head, voice raw. "don't fucking call me that."

his mouth fell slightly open, tears starting to well up in his eyes now. but when yours met his, everything crumbled. it was game over.

you stumbled back and leaned against the nearest post, sliding to the ground, your head bowing down as sobs shook through you. you curled in on yourself, arms over your knees, gasping between cries.

"wonbin... how could you—" your voice cracked again, throat closing up.

he stood in front of you, motionless, his expression hurting.

"how could you just disappear..." your voice hitched, "and cheat on me behind my back..."

and just saying it—just hearing yourself say it out loud made it feel real. too real that you broke again, completely this time, sobbing harder as the weight of everything collapsed on your chest like bricks.

you don't know how long you sat there crying, but your lungs burned, and your throat felt like it had been scraped raw. wonbin stood just a few feet away, but he still didn't move. didn't kneel. didn't say anything like the coward he was. just stood there. watching, like he didn't know what to do with you. like he never knew.

that silence—it made something twist violently inside you. a final crack in the dam holding everything in.

"what happened to us?" you wiped your tears with the back of your hand and slowly looked up at him, eyes swollen, voice shaking. "you never really cared about me, did you?"

he blinked, startled. "what are you talking about? of course i did—"

"no, wonbin," you cut him off, voice firm now, all the shaking replaced by a quiet rage. "you loved me, maybe. in the way you could. but i was never part of your plans. i was never part of your future. i don't think i ever even made it to your present."

he looked like he wanted to interrupt, but you didn't let him.

"you made me feel like i was always chasing you. like i was some afterthought you occasionally remembered. i waited, and waited—for texts, for calls, for some sign that i mattered. you knew how much i was hurting, and you ignored it every time."

you stood now, trying to steady your breath, even as your voice shook again. "i came last, in everything. behind your art, your friends, your work, your silence. i loved you so much i lost pieces of myself trying to believe i mattered to you. trying to believe i can smooth off your jagged edges."

wonbin looked down at the ground. his fists clenched.

"i can't do it anymore," you said, softly. "i can't keep forcing myself into your carefree life. i can't keep begging for a love that doesn't see me. i want to break up."

he looked up sharply. "no. no, wait, sori—"

"i mean it." you didn't let your voice falter. "we're not good for each other, and you know that. we're just too infatuated of the good times to admit it, but during times like these, it's on plain sight."

he stepped back like you slapped him, jaw tightening. "so that's it?"

you stared at him, blinking back the last of your tears. "yeah. that's it."

"fine," he snapped, voice low and sharp like glass. "let's end this."

he didn't wait for your response, but you didn't care because there's no more to talk about.

he turned around and walked back toward the building without another word. no glance. no pause. just his back getting smaller and smaller until the door swallowed him whole.

you stood alone in the middle of the street, your tears drying cold on your skin. the silence wrapped around you again, not from neglect this time—but from the absence of something that was never really yours to begin with, and you don't know what your life will be now that wonbin had already left traces of him in you.

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riize reactions when you're crying with the door locked ??

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riize reaction - crying behind a locked door

warnings - angst, crying, panic attacks, suicide joke, cursing

a/n - STOP I LOVE THIS WHAT

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shotaro -

you just felt so tired, and all you needed was a hug – but shotaro was never there to give you one.

you knew it wasn't his fault in any way, but you just wish he wasn't always so busy. but it's not like you could tell him that, because you know that whenever he does have that limited time off, he spends it all with you. and even if you did want to tell him, you couldn't because whenever that big smile of his appears you forget everything.

so you're currently in your bedroom crying on the floor, wondering why you couldn't just be fine without him? he does just fine without you. your thoughts get interrupted when the front door opens and you hear your boyfriend's voice echo throughout your house. " baby I'm home! " you scramble to your feet to lock the door of your bedroom. you can't let him see you like this. he shouldn't make him feel bad whenever he leaves for work. " where are you? ". your breathing stopped when he attempted to open the door and failed. " babe? ". hearing his voice this close to you immediately made you break down into uncontrollable sobs. " oh no, baby what's wrong?! " he kept attempting to open the door and you crawled into a ball on the bed. " can you open the door for me? please? " " I don't want y-you.... to see me like this " shotaro's heart broke knowing that his favorite person was crying by themselves. " baby you're beautiful no matter what. I'll always love you, so please open the door for me. hm? ". you slowly crawled off of the bed and trudged towards the door. the minute you unlocked it, he burst in and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

don't ever do that again, I was so scared . . .

eunseok -

you flinched as your front door slammed. your boyfriend had just left after a fight you two had just had. you were just confronting him on how he was always late, or forgetting dates. " if you're gonna be always late to a date, then let's just not go on dates. " " I'm trying my hardest okay? ' you knew he was always so busy, but if he knew he wouldn't be able to keep the promises, then why'd he make them in the first place?

when eunseok finally decided to come back and apologize, he didn't see you in the spot he last saw you. he searched through the house until he heard soft cries from the bedroom. " are you in there? " eunseok said as he knocked softly. " can I come in? " you wiped your tears with the sleeves of your ( his ) sweatshirt. " go away. " eunseok moved to open the door, but the handle wouldn't budge. " honey I'm sorry, please let me in " he suddenly hated himself for leaving and not trying to work it out immediately. " I'm sorry I left, but I'm here now. just let me in princess. " when you finally opened the door, his heart broke at the sight of you. the mascara stains on your ( his ) sleeves, your red puffy eyes, your glossy lips which he could tell you've been biting. it was all his fault, so all he could do was pull you into the softest, gentlest hug he's ever given you. he kissed the top of your head and whispered into your hair

I'm sorry baby, I won't leave anymore, I promise . . .

sungchan -

you ever so slowly tried to wriggle out of your boyfriend's strong arms. he groaned and held onto you tighter in hopes you wouldn't leave. " baby I have to go shower! " " nuh uh " you giggled and kissed the top of his head before you tiptoed from your bed to the bathroom.

when all of a sudden you felt this overwhelming guilt that you didn't deserve sungchan. you could hardly breathe, and your heartbeat started picking up in pace. even the fans thought that you didn't deserve him, so why are you being selfish and holding him back? tears escaped your eyes as you focused on trying to breathe. " love? are you alright? " the ringing in your ears almost drowned out sungchan's words, but you could still hear him. " can you hear me? " your back was against the wall facing the door. you were curled up into a ball and were trying to stay silent. " c'mon babygirl, talk to me " soon enough though, sungchan had found the key to the bathroom and opened the door. he let out a shaky sigh as he saw you in the midst of a panic attack. he pulled you off of the ground and held you like a baby. you sobbed into his shoulder as he left chaste kisses on your head.

it's okay baby, channie's here . . .

wonbin -

all you wanted was a break. really, all you needed was a break. you’re boss has been making you work your ass off, and even the weekends aren’t an escape from work. working day in and day out was so tiring for you, and you it’s like you could never catch up on the work. you laid in bed on your phone, watching your friends instagram stories of them partying. oh how badly you wished you could’ve been there. before you knew it – tears were streaming slowly down your cheeks. you sniffled a bit, and tried your best to wipe them up – which failed because they felt like they’d never stop.

in the midst of everything, you heard your front door open. you started to panic until you realized it was just your boyfriend. “ surprise!! “ for a moment all of the panic left your body. you thought he’d still be on tour, but it seemed he had come home early. but all the panic hit you again when you realized your current state. you quickly locked your bedroom door and ran to the mirror to try and cover up the fact that you’d been crying. “ are you in here? “ you heard the door knob jingle as you rushed to splash cool water on your face. “ um… can I come in? “ “ one sec! “ you tucked your hair behind your ears whilst taking deep breaths. you slowly trudged over to the door and opened it, revealing wonbin’s panicked expression. “ I didn’t know you were- “ “ have you been crying? “ your heart dropped when those words left his mouth. the last thing you wanted to do was make him worried. “ no? my allergies have just been acting up- “ “ no, you’ve been crying. “ he immediately brushed the hair out of your eyes and felt the wetness on your eyelashes. “ you don’t have to lie. “ the softness of his tone brought tears back to your waterline – threatening to fall.

why’s my pretty baby crying . . . ?

seunghan -

“ can you go staple the stack of papers on my desk please? “ seunghan was currently sitting on the couch trying to get last minute things done on his laptop. “ sure. “ you got up from the couch and shuffled upstairs to his bedroom. you gathered the papers from his desk and put them into a neat file. when you went to press down on the stapler, you didn’t move your finger out of the way fast enough. now the pain of the staple in your finger wasn’t what made you panic, but the sight of it made you gag. tears gathered at your waterline as you counted from 3 mentally, in order to pull it out. once you got to 1 and the staple was out of your finger, the tears finally fell down your face. “ hannie! do you have bandaids?! “ you tried to keep your tone relaxed, but you knew it definitely sounded panicked. “ why?! “ “ uh… “ worried, seunghan stood from the couch and headed towards his room.

when you heard his footsteps, you immediately locked the door. you don’t know why you did it, but maybe it’d be better if he didn’t know the clumsy mistake you just made. “ why’d you lock the door? “ “ because! “ seunghan recognized the tone in your voice and he tried to open the door once more. “ are you crying? “ “ no! “ your boyfriend sighed and just stood outside of the door. “ [name]… open the door. “ you groaned as you put your hand onto the knob. “ if I let you in, you promise not to laugh? “ “ I promise. “ as soon as seunghan heard the click, he opened the door. when he saw your finger, he took your hand into his. “ did you staple your finger…? “ “ maybe… “ his lip quivered as he tried to hold in a laugh. “ seunghan! “ “ I’m not laughing! “ you pulled your hand away from him and scrunched your face up at him. he snorted and kissed your forehead. “ did you pull it out yourself? “ “ yes seunghan! I’m not gonna leave it in my fucking finger! “

you’re adorable . . .

sohee -

you were lying in bed next to sohee, just scrolling on tiktok. that was until you saw a video of a girl pranking her boyfriend by crying behind a locked door. you looked behind you to see if sohee was looking at your phone, but he was clueless. you slowly crawled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. you set up the camera and started sniffling.

not even a minute later, you heard the bed sheets rustle and the floorboards creak. “ are you crying? “ sohee said as he attempted to open the bathroom door. “ no.. “ “ what’s wrong baby? “ you pretended to let out sobs while you looked at the camera. “ nothing.. “ “ just tell me, hm? “ you smiled as you came up with a response. “ you said that I should dye my hair… do you think I’m ugly with my hair now? “ “ WHAT?! “ sohee’s jaw dropped as you tried to keep in your laughs. “ NO?! YOU ASKED ME IF YOU SHOULD DYE YOUR HAIR AND I SAID YOU’D LOOK GOOD EITHER WAY?! “ “ so I’m not perfect now? “ he scoffed his disbelief at your words. “ if you’re in there crying because I said you should dye your hair, I will fling myself off of the roof right now. “ you finally broke character and let out a chuckle. when you opened the door, you laughed even harder at his expression.

that wasn’t funny, I was actually worried . . .

anton -

“ sweetie pie baby face I’m home! “ anton’s voice echoed through the house as he put his stuff down. when he didn’t see the lights on downstairs, he assumed you were just laying in bed. while he was walking up the stairs, he heard soft cries come from the door. when he heard went to turn the handle, it wouldn’t budge. “ [name]? “ you were currently asleep, but having a dream about your boyfriend leaving you. “ honey? “ when you didn’t answer the second time, he went downstairs to search for the key. once he opened the door, he was relieved to see you were asleep. he sat on the bed and pulled you into his arms. your eyes fluttered open and you hugged him when realized it was just him. “ I thought you left. “ “ hm? “ anton wipes the tears off of your chin as you smiled up at him.

“ in my dream you left me. “ your boyfriend kissed the top of your head and chuckled. “ he really fumbled then, ‘dunno what he was thinking. “ you shook your head while cuddling into his chest.

I would never leave you, I promise . . .

[evnseokz]

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pairing: riize x reader

warnings: suggestive content, mostly just silliness, mentions of nudes, and dicks, mention of trump due to tiktok reference (link here), gypsy rose reference too (sorry yall 😭😭)

authors note: first time ever doing one of these so i hope i did okay 😭 tried to make it super silly so i hope you guys enjoy!!

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✶ Time It | 18+ RIIZE IMAGINES 💭

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ how long would each riize member last … ?!

contains: SMUT, implied overstim or multiple rounds, hand jobs and oral (m. receiving), precise timings, fem!reader

Shotaro ⏱︎ Given his stamina as a dancer, I’d say he normally lasts pretty long on his own, but with you, it’d be harder for him to hold back, asking you to slow down whenever he’s close just to drag it out with edging. He’d be a blushing mess, too, screwing his eyes shut as he lets out those little groans you love, struggling to keep his thighs still before finishing just under thirteen minutes …

Eunseok ⏱︎ He’s prone to hide his sounds whenever he’s inside of you, wanting to focus more on your pretty whimpers as he fucks into you, or the sound of your juices squelching together. Though, you can tell just by looking at his darkened eyes and listening to the way he pants while talking dirty to you that he’s in a total haze, giving you a little over ten minutes for round one …

Sungchan ⏱︎ I first wanna mention how fun this guy would be in the bedroom, showing you in his facial expressions how much he’s enjoying it, and maybe even laughing a little before groaning all loud and shamelessly. Still, I can imagine he’s built up an endurance with you over time, oozing from his tip before giving you his full load at around fifteen minutes …

Wonbin ⏱︎ So needy… I can see him rutting his hips into your hand as you fist him, or stroking your hair out of the way so he could see your pretty face taking him, only to roll his eyes back while breathing all heavy. He’d try his best to hold back and make things last longer, but once he gets fully lost in your touch, he’d be moaning your name in an easy eight minutes …

Seunghan ⏱︎ Alright so with him, I feel like he'd really wanna impress you, knowing from personal research that it takes more time for a woman to get there. He'd spit on your cunt for additional slick first, and experiment with his thrusting speeds to maximize both your pleasure. I’d say he’d give you a sweet ten to fifteen minutes if he’s taking his time ...

Sohee ⏱︎ My cute baby... I honestly get the vibe that he's a relatable mix of extremely horny yet inexperienced, hiding his face out of shyness, but also because if he keeps looking at the way your fingers are wrapped around him, he might finish in a heartbeat </3 ... Stick with a moderate pace, and he’d get off in six minutes or so… but expect him to want more pretty soon ...

Anton ⏱︎ Don’t be fooled by his innocent and bashful demeanor, ‘cause this guy will actually surprise you. You’d try to be nice by starting off slow, but he’d be a moaning mess underneath you in seconds, clinging to your hips while practically begging you to go faster. You two would have to work up to more than one round because he’s sensitive, but he’d last a good seven minutes …

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WHY IS IT PURRING ?!?! ( JUNG SUNGCHAN )

you accidentally end up retweeting one of riize's post on your group's official account, leading to a whirlwind of trouble. amidst all this chaos you get a text from jung sungchan - the man you've been crushing on this whole time.

genre. social media one shot, idol au, crack, fluff (?), they're just all very silly, y/n is the 5th member of kiof. warnings. suggestive (as you can tell by the title), mentions of fucking (as a joke), mean humor. author's note. just something little i wrote last night, while i was working on 'in your dreams, jung sungchan!'. i hope yall enjoy and reblogs + feedback are highly appreciated! (also, i realy hope everyone gets what "why is it purring?" means. cause if yall dont, this is gonna flop real bad). ps : the screenshots are a bit messy i'm sorryyy. this was better in my head idek why im posting this

[wonkibrainrot]

‼️BOYCOTT SM‼️

[sxie-txt]

CATALYST | S.JY

Jake/Jaeyun x reader

+ft. Wonbin from Riize cause he's my baby

SUMMARY Getting paired with your crush for a chemistry group project would seem nerve-wracking to most. For you, it felt like the perfect chance to prove your skills and maybe something more.

But things don't go as planned, especially when someone else is determined to see you fail.

GENRE romance, angst, highschool au, slight fluff

WARNINGS swearing, chemistry inaccuracies, use of korean names, also Da-eun is just an oc. sorry if i missed anything. Not proofread

□ hi guys! This is my first ever story debut here in tumblr! I hope you enjoy my writing.

wc. 816 (ithink?)

It all started with a clipboard and a randomly assigned group list. Your Chemistry teacher pinned the paper on the bulletin board with a bit too much enthusiasm, as if she hadn’t just sealed everyone’s academic fate for the next two weeks. You scanned the list with half-lidded eyes, expecting the usual — people you barely talked to, the quiet kid who did all the work, the loud one who never did any. But then you saw it.

Group 3: Jaeyun Sim, Da-eun Lee, Wonbin Park, and [Y/N].

Your heart did this embarrassing little flutter thing. You weren’t proud of it, but you couldn’t help it. Jaeyun — or Jake, as everyone called him, was the kind of boy who made classrooms feel just a little warmer. He wasn’t just good-looking; he was kind in this casual, effortless way, the kind that made you pay attention when he spoke. You’d had a quiet crush on him since mid-semester. And now, you were going to spend the next two weeks in his orbit.

You looked around the classroom to find your group mates. And you saw him already looking at you. He gave you a small little smile before turning away to the front. You were too moonstrucked to even smile back. A blush appeared on your cheeks.

You turned to look a Da-eun.

She wasn’t thrilled. You caught the way her eyes narrowed when she saw the list. She masked it well, with that polite smile she wore like perfume, visible but never quite sincere. You hadn’t done anything to her, not really, but you could feel it every time she looked at you. Like she was sizing you up. Measuring your threat level.

You thought maybe it was all in your head.

The first group meeting was awkward. Wonbin was chill and mostly just let everyone talk, nodding and taking notes when necessary. Jake, as expected, tried to bring everyone together, suggesting ideas, cracking a few jokes to break the ice. He was the smartest in the class, and it showed. He had this easy confidence when he spoke, like he already saw the solution five steps ahead. You contributed too, offering to work on the experiment plan. But Da-eun… she was quiet. Not unfriendly, just calculated. She always sat a little closer to Jake than necessary, always offered to partner with him when it came to mixing chemicals or running tests.

You noticed. She noticed you noticing.

And Jake? He didn’t seem to notice at all.

Still, you tried not to let it bother you. You stayed focused, especially when the experiment wasn’t working. Your goal was to find the correct chemical ratio that would create a stable reaction, a glowing solution that represented a perfect molecular balance. It was supposed to be simple in theory, but in practice, it kept failing.

So one afternoon, with the deadline looming and everyone too frustrated to care anymore, you stayed behind to work on it. You researched formulas, reviewed notes, and finally, you thought you had it.

“I think I found the right compound,” you said, your voice a mix of excitement and nerves. “It has to be potassium iodide. It balances out the reaction when mixed slowly with hydrogen peroxide —”

“You sure?” Jake asked, stepping closer to the lab bench. His sleeves were rolled up, his hands smudged with graphite. He looked at you like he wanted to believe you.

You nodded, heart hammering. “I double-checked. This should work.”

But when you ran the experiment… it didn’t.

Instead of glowing blue, the solution turned murky and began to smoke faintly. You had to scramble to turn on the fume hood. Everyone panicked, and the entire test had to be scrapped. The solution was ruined. The materials were wasted.

Da-eun was the first to speak, voice like honey laced with something sharp. “Well… that was a choice.”

“I know I got the chemical right,” you said quickly, turning to Jake. “I think someone might’ve—look, I double-checked the labels before I added anything, but when I turned around, it looked like the bottle had been moved. I swear it wasn’t potassium iodide anymore. It felt like—”

“What are you saying?” Da-eun asked, her smile stretching a little too tight.

You hesitated. “I think you switched the chemical.”

Jake’s eyes widened. “You think Da-eun sabotaged the experiment?”

You turned to him, your chest tight. “I know it sounds crazy, but I was careful, Jake. I swear. It was working until—until someone messed with it.”

He looked at you for a long time. But then he shook his head. “Come on… Da-eun wouldn’t do that.”

“But—”

“It’s just a project,” he said, softer now. “Let’s not turn it into drama, okay?”

That was the part that stung the most? the way he dismissed you. Not angrily. Just like he didn’t believe you. Like he couldn’t imagine that Da-eun, perfect, sweet Da-eun — would ever do something so petty.

And maybe that was the moment you realized: having a crush on someone doesn’t mean they’ll take your side.

Especially not when someone else is better at playing the part.

Maybe he was right.

As much as it hurt to admit, the words stuck with you as you cleaned up the mess in silence. The murky solution, the wasted time, the panic. Maybe you had made a mistake. Maybe you had been too tired or distracted, too eager to prove yourself. And accusing Da-eun like that… it felt so far from who you were. You weren’t the kind of person who pointed fingers.

But in that moment, you had.

So you kept your head down and said nothing more, even as Da-eun lingered behind a little too long, organizing bottles and giving Jake a soft laugh when he helped her straighten the labels.

The next day, Da-eun showed up to class with a fresh page of calculations and a neat little proposal written in her handwriting. She handed it to the group with a casual shrug.

“I think I figured it out last night,” she said, not looking at you. “It’s probably better if we just move forward with this formula. We don’t really have time to waste experimenting again.”

Jake skimmed the paper, nodding slowly. “This actually makes sense…”

You didn’t say anything. You just stared at the paper, the neat columns of data, the highlighted reaction sequence. It wasn’t far off from the research you had been working on, just tweaked. Cleaned up. Framed like it was hers all along.

And maybe it was. Maybe she had figured it out after all.

But then Da-eun added, “I mean, not everyone’s cut out for lab work. It’s fine. We all have different strengths.”

You blinked. It wasn’t what she said, it was how she said it. With that sugary voice and a glance that didn’t linger long enough to be obvious, but just long enough to land.

Jake glanced between you two, brows drawing together slightly.

You tried to smile, to laugh it off like it didn’t get under your skin. Like her words didn’t feel like a slap dressed up in politeness. But it must not have been very convincing, because Jake hesitated before speaking again.

“You okay?” he asked later, when the others were packing up.

You shrugged, not meeting his eyes. “Yeah. Just tired.”

There was a pause, just long enough to feel like he didn’t believe you.

“You know…” he started, then stopped. “If something’s bothering you, you can talk to me.”

You looked at him, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “It’s nothing.”

Jake didn’t push. He just gave a small nod, but his expression lingered a little longer, as if trying to read between the lines.

And as he turned to go, you couldn’t help but wonder... if he’d noticed earlier, would he have believed you?

Or were you always meant to play the part of the girl who almost got it right, only to be quietly outshined?

You didn’t stop contributing. You still showed up, still researched, still stayed late to refine the data. Next to Jake, you probably did the most. But somehow, it never looked like that from the outside. Da-eun always managed to say the right thing at the right time, always delivered her ideas with this polished confidence that made people listen. And when something worked, the credit tilted her way like it was natural.

You didn’t fight it. You didn’t see the point.

They were wrapping up another late session in the lab. Da-eun was packing her bag, chatting easily with Jake about how they should format the results, and you were hunched over the data logs, organizing the numbers that didn’t want to stay in line.

“That part’s from [Y/N]’s notes, right?” Wonbin asked, pointing to the graph Da-eun had just handed to Jake.

She froze for half a second—just long enough.

Jake looked down. “Oh? I thought you said you ran these tests last night.”

Da-eun smiled, brushing hair behind her ear. “I mean, I did. I just, uh, referenced her notes for comparison.”

Wonbin didn’t look up from his phone. “That’s weird. [Y/N] ran those results with me during our last session. You weren’t even there.”

There was a pause.

Small. Sharp. Almost forgettable.

Jake didn’t say anything at first. But something shifted in his face. A crack in the ease.

Later, after Da-eun left with a quick excuse, Jake lingered by the bench, pretending to sort through supplies. You were already halfway out the door when he called your name.

“Hey,” he said, quietly. “Can I ask you something?”

You turned, slowly. “Sure.”

“That day. When the experiment failed.” He scratched the back of his neck. “You really think she switched the chemical?”

You didn’t answer right away. You just looked at him, tired and worn down.

Jake let out a breath. “I think you were right.”

You blinked. “What changed?”

“I noticed some of the labels in the cabinet were moved,” he said, voice low. “Not just that day. A few times, actually. And Da-eun always insisted on prepping things ‘just to be safe.’”

He hesitated, eyes meeting yours.

“I didn’t want to believe she’d do something like that. But the more I looked at the work we’ve done… the more I realized most of it—was yours.”

You stared at him. It didn’t feel satisfying, or even relieving. It just felt late.

“I’ve been an idiot,” he added. “I should’ve seen it sooner.”

“No,” you said, voice calm but distant. “You just didn’t want to.”

He flinched a little. And for once, he didn’t have a clever comeback. Just silence.

Wonbin walked by then, raising an eyebrow at the two of you.

“Guess we’re finally having that conversation,” he muttered, before heading out.

You couldn’t help it. You laughed. Not because it was funny. Just because it was easier than being angry.

And Jake looked at you like he’d missed that sound.

Like maybe he was only just now realizing what he'd been ignoring all along.

The next day, you kept your distance.

You didn’t sit next to Jake. You didn’t speak unless someone asked you a direct question. You stuck to the background, finishing the report, double-checking calculations, highlighting errors. You didn’t even look up when Da-eun walked in like she hadn’t spent the past week rewriting your work and smiling like it was hers.

Jake kept glancing at you.

You felt it, every time. But you didn’t meet his eyes.

Not because you were being petty, but because it hurt to. Because it hurt to pretend nothing happened, to pretend you hadn't meant what you said. Jake hurt you, whether he realized it or not. And right now, you didn’t know how to make yourself smaller just to make him feel better about it.

Jake finally said something when class ended and the others filtered out.

“[Y/N]—can we talk?”

You didn’t stop packing your bag. “Is it about the project?”

“No. Not really.”

“Then maybe later.”

You walked out before he could answer.

Your steps felt heavier than you wanted to admit. But you kept walking anyway.

You were about to leave school but then you remember that you left your calculator in the locker. Your locker was not far off from the lab—it was pretty near actually.

You stuff a few books before you heard voices outside the lab. Your hand freezes midway from pushing the book inside your bag. You notcied the door was slightly ajar. You decide to go nearer to listen.

Da-eun’s tone was light, but there was an edge to it, like sugar over glass.

“I don’t know why you’re suddenly so obsessed with her.”

You didn’t move. Just froze where you stood, still behind the cracked door.

“She made one good guess and now she’s the backbone of the project?”

Jake didn’t answer immediately. But when he did, his voice was low and clear.

“No. She’s always been the backbone. I was just too blind to see it.”

Silence.

Then Da-eun laughed, sharp and defensive. “Come on. She’s average at best. She only shines because you let her.”

There was a pause.

“No,” Jake said, sharper this time. “She shines because she’s actually good. Better than you. Smarter than me, even.”

You blinked.

Da-eun’s voice dropped, venom just beneath the surface. “So what now? You think defending her makes you the good guy?”

“No,” he said. “It doesn't justify that I didn't believe her.”

You hurriedly closed your bag and completely forgot about your calculator.

Jake looked up first, eyes wide when he saw you through the glass door. Da-eun turned, her expression falling for a split second before she pulled it back together.

You just brushed past them, and you heard Jake say, quieter this time, but loud enough for you to hear, “She deserved better than both of us.”

You didn’t say anything.

Didn’t need to.

Da-eun’s silence followed you all the way down the hall.

The next day in class, Da-eun tried to act like nothing happened. She sat next to Jake again, placed her notebook between them, leaned over to ask questions that didn’t need answers. She smiled, soft and calculated.

But Jake wasn’t playing along anymore.

He barely glanced at her. Answered with short nods. Moved his chair half a step away without even realizing it.

Wonbin noticed.

He gave you a look across the room, a small, satisfied smirk that didn’t say I told you so, but definitely meant it.

And then, during the final presentation review, the teacher pulled up the group’s documentation on the projector. The parts with names attached to each segment of the experiment.

Every page.

Every test.

Every formula.

Almost all of them had your name on them.

The rest were Jake’s and Wonbin’s.

Da-eun’s name appeared once — and only because you had included her in a group summary early on.

The room was quiet. You weren’t looking around, but you could feel the shift. The glances. The whispers. The realization.

Even the teacher paused. “Is this correct?” she asked, brows raised.

Jake spoke first.

“It is.”

Then Wonbin replied casually, “Yeah. We double-checked everything last night.”

The teacher gave a small nod and moved on, but the silence stayed heavy around Da-eun. She didn’t say a word for the rest of class. Her smile was gone. Her hands didn’t touch her notebook once.

You kept your eyes on your desk.

But you didn’t have to say anything.

The truth was loud enough.

It was over. The grades came in a week later. Your group got the highest mark in the class. The project had been a success, technically. But no one really talked about it.

Da-eun stopped sitting near Jake. Actually, she stopped talking altogether in Chemistry, her usual sharp presence dulled into silence. She avoided your eyes in the hallway. Not that you were looking for hers anymore.

You thought it would feel better. But it didn’t. Not really.

Jake hadn’t tried to talk to you since the day outside the lab. You figured maybe that was his version of an apology, letting it all die quietly. No more damage. You tried to move on too. Buried yourself in other assignments, laughed a little louder with your friends, acted like Jake Sim hadn’t made something twist in your chest every time he looked at you.

It didn’t work. Not really.

You stayed behind one afternoon to wipe down your station. Everyone else had left, except for Wonbin, who gave you a lazy salute on his way out and mumbled something like “later, genius.”

You almost smiled.

Then you heard footsteps stop behind you.

“You don’t have to clean everything, you know,” Jake said.

You didn’t turn around. “I like clean things.”

“I know,” he said softly. He sounded like he’d always known. Like he hadn’t stopped knowing even after everything.

You kept wiping the counter, focusing on the smudges even though your hands were still. Your heart was not.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry,” he said.

You didn’t look at him, didn’t trust yourself to. “You said that already.”

“Not properly,” he replied. “Not like this.”

You stayed quiet, watching your reflection blur in the polished surface.

“I should’ve believed you,” he said. “I did. Deep down. I just didn’t want to admit I was wrong about her. And I hate that it hurt you.”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah. It did.”

He exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath since the day everything fell apart. “You were the best part of that group. Always were. You carried us.”

You let out a soft laugh, tired and a little bitter. “Not that it mattered.”

“It did,” he said. “I noticed. I always noticed. Before the project, too. I just... never knew how to say it.”

That made you look up.

He looked nervous. But more than that, he looked at you like he meant every word. Like it physically hurt him not to.

“I liked working with you,” you said quietly. “Even when I hated it. Even when I hated you.”

“I deserved that.”

“You did.”

Another breath, and then, “But you were still the only part I looked forward to.”

He froze at that. Just a flicker, but it was enough.

Then he stepped closer, carefully. “Are we okay?”

You paused, searching his face. The part of you that wanted to stay mad was tired. The part of you that still liked him, that never really stopped, was louder.

“You’re still annoying,” you said.

“But...?”

You didn’t answer. Not with words.

Instead, before you could overthink it, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was quick. Just a brush of your lips against skin, warm and barely there. But he went completely still, like the whole world had just paused to catch its breath.

You stepped back, eyes meeting his.

“But I’m glad it was you,” you said.

Jake stared at you like he couldn’t believe what just happened. Then he smiled. Really smiled. The kind that reached his eyes and made your stomach flutter.

You grabbed your bag and brushed past him, sleeve grazing his. He didn’t stop you.

But at the door, you turned back.

He was still watching you. Not like he was waiting. More like he just couldn’t help it. Like if you took one more step, he'd follow.

And truthfully?

You hoped he would.

□ you made it to the enddd!!! Thank you so much dear reader for reading >.< I hope you enjoy and stay tuned for the other stories im gonna publish soon hehe. I hope you like this little fic i made for jake cause i love him sm. 💜 reblog and like if you liked it <3

[yeonmuse]

IN WHICH 𖤓 Jay has a chance encounter with the girl that works at the town square music store. While attempting to recruit her for his band he realizes he’s starting to have a thing for her, Unfortunately for him she doesn’t date musicians.

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Jongseong ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are open] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎸

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— TRAILER WC 357 words FLUFF|SMAU

“How many times are you going to ask me to join your little band knowing that I’ll continuously tell you no?”

“Until you finally give in and tell me yes.” With a charming smile on his face Jay follows behind yn as she carries a box of old cassettes and vinyls over to the clearance display. Jay had been trying his hardest to convince her to join his band for a week now, each time recieving the same answer from her, a big fat no. Despite her having told him no every time he was determined to get a yes from her though.

“You know I liked you a lot better when you didn’t talk much.” She responds, crouching down at the display to stock up and fill in the empty slots on the cassette shelf.

“You’re seriously not going to even give it a shot? You can’t just act like I didn't see you play or hear you sing.”

“Jay for the last time I’m not joining your band okay? I bid you and them good luck but music is not my thing anymore.”

“You’re going to tell me music isn’t your thing when I watched you sing and play that guitar as if it were your lifeline. No matter how hard you keep trying to deny the fact that you love music you can’t give it up, because it’ll always come back to you. Just give it one shot, come to auditions tonight..and if it feels wrong? Well then I’ll let you leave and we’ll search for someone else”

Yn wanted to once again shoot him down and tell him no. Though her thoughts had been telling her she shouldn’t give in, that she should reject his offer, he wasn’t entirely wrong. Her heart had still been in the music as much as she wanted to deny that she hadn’t let it go. When her fingers met the strings of a guitar or grazed a mic, she had never felt any discomfort.

And that conversation was the exact reason she had ended up there tonight. Six sets of eyes locked onto her as she stood up on stage with her fingers clasped tightly around a microphone, and a guitar sat against her stomach.

[squoxle]

Secret Obsession 𓆩♡𓆪 P.WB 18+

✰ pairing: pervy!professor!wonbin x camgirl!student!fem!reader | ✰ wc: 4.6k | ✰ cw: MDNI!!! heavily sexual content…literally porn bro | ✰ plot: since your first year of college, you've had a side gig to earn extra cash. during one of your streams, you meet an interesting new user catches your attention.

You watched the comments as they appeared on your stream.

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A part of you enjoyed the attention you received from your little side hustle, but the real reason you did this was to fund your education--or more realistically...your housing.

You leaned back on your bed, spreading your legs as you reached your fingers down to toy with your wetness.

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A notification popped up on the side of the screen alerting you to perform a paid request. Someone was paying 80 dollars to watch you finger yourself. That was a hefty amount to say that your viewers were already paying a subscription--and you were gonna end up doing that anyway.

You first inserted one finger to get you started before slipping a second finger in. You pulled them back and forth, grazing your g-spot every so often.

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You felt the buzzing from your remote-controlled vibrator beside you. "Oh, I guess someone really wants me to use my toy, huh?" you chuckled lightly. You knew that paying to control the vibrations on your toy costs $150 for 10 minutes.

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You reached over to grab the smooth toy before pushing it into your pussy. You didn't have enough time to stretch yourself, but your viewers liked to hear you struggle. "Ngh!" you groaned.

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The squelching sounds of your wet pussy coupled with your soft moans filled the room as a creamy substance coated the toy. The vibrations intensified causing you to tightly close your legs. You felt your pussy clench around the toy as you came closer to your high.

"open ur legs baby I wanna see u fucking that cunt. i would eat your pussy till you cry. ur moans make me so fucking horny."

Another notification popped up, requesting that you use the rose toy on your clit while you keep using the vibrator. It was 50 dollars, not much, but it was a simple request. Your chest heaved as you pressed the toy against your clit.

Your legs trembled as you climaxed. Fortunately, you were able to secure that extra hundred as you squirted.

"Okay, guys," you said as you slowly caught your breath. "That's it for today."

"aww. please can you just cum one more time."

"I really have to go right now, but I'll be back soon," you smiled. Even though your face was completely hidden you still gave your usual expressions. You waved as the viewers left your server one by one.

The last one there was someone new. This was the same guy...or girl that had been giving you all of those paid requests.

Username: Darkomen302

They had a mysterious vibe about them and you wanted see if there was any inkling to who they were on their profile. Every now and then, a client caught your eye. So this was nothing new.

Their age was listed as "old enough to be here" which meant that they had been verified, but chose to keep that detail anonymous. The bio was even more useless. "I'm the demon you can't stop dreaming about."

No profile picture, no name, no age...this was unlike anything you ever experienced.

A fairy-like tone chimed from your laptop indicating a new message from your secret admirer.

"How much for a private call?"

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"Okay, well I want to watch you play with yourself."

"That'll be $200. I can add it to your subscription if you want."

"What do you mean?"

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You watched as the banner on his account changed from silver to gold, indicating that he had upgraded his account.

"That was fast," you thought to yourself.

"I wish I could call you right now, but I have somewhere to be," they messaged.

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Their eagerness was slightly off-putting, but you've dealt with stranger clients.

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“What time is it for you now?”

“It’s 2:15pm right now.”

“Oh, well it looks like we’re in the same time zone. See ya then,” he sent a winking emoticon before going offline.

You closed your laptop and got dressed for your first day of class. When you researched your anatomy professor, not a single picture came up.

This wasn't entirely off-putting given that he was a new professor.

Living on campus definitely had it's perks. You were just a few steps away from all of your classes, which meant you didn't have to get up as early to be on time. But it also made you lazy for the same reasons.

You pulled your bag over your shoulder as you walked into the classroom.

"Good evening, class. My name is Wonbin Park, but you will address me as, Professor Park," he announced as he wrote his name on the board. "Or Mr. Park, Dr. Park, Professor P. It's fine with me so long as it's formal."

"No fucking way," you whispered to yourself as you thought back to the first time you unintentionally met your professor...

"Oh my god, he's so fucking hot," you heard one girl whispering to her friend next to you.

"Have some fucking decorum," another student spat at them. "You can talk like that after class...no one wants to hear that stupid shit."

"We're not even talking that loud, relax," one of the girls spat back at him.

"So? I'm telling you right now that if the genders were reversed you'd be saying some shit like that's so disgusting, guys are dogs."

"Whatever," You watched as the girl rolled their eyes at his remark, but he wasn't wrong. They could at least wait till he's not around to talk about him.

"As much as I love to see some good peer interaction, I'd prefer if I could teach today's lesson without the distractions. It makes it kinda hard to focus, not only for me but for others in the class," he smiled as he looked over to your section of seats.

"As I was saying," he turned back to the board "This is just an introductory class to anatomy. A brief overview of what you'll see in some of your later courses like biology and microbiology."

You wrote a few copious notes about the content covered in class. Mainly the contact information, grade system, late work policy, and exam dates. Stuff you thought was too important to forget. You didn't really like asking questions so this should be helpful.

"Alright, everybody. Let's have a little social lesson. I have a cup of popsicle sticks up here by me. Grab one stick and this little prompt sheet. Then go find your partner to mingle with for the next 10 minutes and come back here so we can do one more round," he said walking behind his desk.

After everyone had pulled a stick there were still a few left over. So the professor offered to join the game for the last round before class ended.

"God I hope I get to be his partner," one of the girls who sat next to you whispered, clasping her hands together.

Ironically, you were the one who got paired up with him instead of her. You scanned over the list, thinking of a reply to each of them.

What's your name?

How old are you?

Where are you from/hometown?

What is something that makes you stand out?

What's your major?

Do you have any siblings/pets?

What's your favorite food/drink?

Do you have any hobbies/special talents?

"How about you ask the first question," he smiled.

"Umm...I don't really know which one to ask first," you chuckled shyly.

"Okay, then I'll start. What's your name?"

"_____ _____."

"Now, it's your turn to ask me a question. Since you already know my name, you'll have to pick something else."

"Hmm...how old are you?"

"22," he replied before you proceeded to fill out the rest of the sheet with his answers.

"Can I ask you a question that isn't on this paper?"

"Umm, sure...depending on what it is."

"I'm just curious to know how you became a college professor at such a young age.

"Well I started college pretty early and I took quite a few AP courses in high school which gave me a head start."

"What made you want to teach anatom--" you were cut off by the timer on his phone. The real questions you wanted to ask him would have to wait until later. This wasn't really the time or place for a conversation like that.

"Maybe we can talk more during my office hours," he smiled before signaling everyone to go back to their desks and gather their things.

"Before you guys leave, come by my desk to grab a copy of the syllabus. It's short and will serve as your guide throughout the semester. Please look at the syllabus before you contact me with any questions because you might already have your answer," he said as shuffling sounds filled the room of about 50 students.

You were the last one in line to grab your copy, you didn't really like pushing through people, so going last was a safe option. You still managed to catch a glimpse of the same two girls from earlier giving the professor blowjob eyes as they took the paper from his hands.

You couldn't deny the fact that he was obviously attractive, but these girls were a little over the top, to say the least, and you were certain their subtle actions would escalate in the following classes.

You took your paper and smiled softly as you met his eyes. There was something about the way he looked at you that made your heart skip a beat.

But you refused to be anything like those other girls. Plus you never really needed any extra credit activities. You were smart enough to pass on your own.

Lucky for you, this was the only class you had for today. Which meant that you could go straight home after this 2-hour lecture.

As soon as you made it back to your room, you remembered that you had to do another live stream for your female viewers today. So you prepped yourself for some classic pillow fun.

"Hey, ladies. D'you miss me?" you asked as you came into frame. They often liked to watch you change, which was difficult because you had to keep your face out of view.

"I've been waiting for this all day. I wish I could help you undress."

You stretched your body to pull your shirt over your head, revealing your bra--that you planned to keep on, especially since you were wearing a brand new panty set. You always let the ladies be the first to see.

"The way I would throw you onto that bed and eat you out till you beg me to stop. I'd kill to be your roommate."

You moved the camera to face your bed as you straddled your fluffy white pillow. Just as you began moving your hips back and forth against the plush fabric, your comments were blowing up with requests for you to show your boobs.

"play with your nipples for me, baby."

Even though you didn't really want to take off your bra you did it anyway.

"Oh my god! Fuck yes! ur tits are so perfect."

*Bing* your laptop chimed as a text from your new friend popped up.

"Are we still on for tonight?"

You obviously couldn't respond in the middle of your stream so you just ignored it until a eye-catching comment caught your attention.

"Darkomen302 has joined your stream..."

You continued the rest of your stream, as usual--getting off before thanking your viewers. You were curious as to what all this Darkomen user wanted to do.

"Yeah, we're still on. Sorry, I couldn't respond earlier...I was in the middle of a stream."

"Oh, I saw. You did pretty good by the way."

"Thanks lol. So did you want to just get started now?"

"Yeah sure, just let me finish up something real quick."

"Okay," you texted before closing your laptop.

It had been about 10 minutes before you came back online. You checked your student emails as you waited for a message from your secret admirer.

An email from Professor Park just came in about his office hours and other windows of availability...

Good evening, Miss _______.

It was really nice getting to know a little bit about you today. I'm glad we got paired up. Below are my preferred office hours, but you can contact me anytime using either my work email or personal phone number. (Mon-Thu 4-5pm) (Fri 4-5:30pm) (Sat-Sun 10-11am)

Make sure you stay on top of your assignments and take good care of yourself. I hope you have a good rest of your evening. Can't wait to see you again next week.

Sincerely, Professor Park.

Email Sent: Today 18:21pm

"Okay, well how about we go out for dinner tonight around 8--unless you're busy. In that case, we can just reschedule. Nothing too formal. I just have a few more questions," you responded.

"Sounds great! You can meet me in my office. I'll be working a little longer today."

Before you got a chance to respond to your professor a videocall notification from Darkomen302 popped up on your screen.

"Sorry, if I seem a little pushy. I just couldn't wait until later. I kinda have something planned tonight," they typed.

"That's okay. I'll make sure you finish quickly," you smiled. "Just tell me what you want me to do." You were wearing only an oversized t-shirt and the same panties from earlier.

"Okay, well can you sit back a bit. Just so I can get a better view of your pussy."

You did just as they requested, sitting back to spread your legs in front of the camera before circling your clit.

"Did you want to turn your mic on? It might make telling me what to do a little quicker," you suggested. A part of you was eager to at least know this user's gender. Mainly to give you an idea of what you were dealing with.

"Yeah, sure. But I can't talk too loud."

"That's fine," you said as you continued to toy with your clit.

"Can you hear me good enough?" he asked as he switched his mic on.

"Mmm yeah. I can hear you perfectly," something about his voice seemed familiar, but you couldn't pinpoint it just yet. "Did you wanna turn your camera on too? That way I can watch you cum too."

"Umm..."

"Don't worry. You can keep it titled down just so I can see your dick," as often as you did this, having a little extra visual stimulation always made things better.

"Okay," you heard a bit of shuffling before his camera finally came on. You watched as he stroked himself through his pants.

"Oh my god, that looks so good," you hummed as you slid your fingers down to gather some of your slick.

He gripped his hard dick through his hands as you stroked his ego telling him how much seeing his clothed dick was getting you excited.

"D'you wanna see it?" he asked as his hands travelled to his belt.

"Yes, daddy. Please show me," you watched as he pulled out his hard veiny cock. You jammed your fingers into your pussy, coating them in your juices as you pumped them in and out.

"Ugh, fuck baby. Fuck that pussy good for daddy. I wanna see you cum for me," he groaned.

"Ngh, I want you to imagine fucking me like a good little slut," you said before pausing to spit on your slit. "Tell me all the nasty things you want to do to me."

"I wanna throw you over my desk and fuck you until you beg me to stop," he hummed as he began stroking his dick. "And after I make you cum all over my dick, I wanna put you on your knees and fill your mouth with my cream," he pumped faster.

"Mmm yes, fuck my throat and claim me," you reached for your dildo. This was getting more exciting than you thought.

"I wanna jerk off between your tits while you wear my glasses," you were quickly approaching your climax as you watched him beat off with those veiny hands.

"I'm so close," you moaned.

"Just hold out for a little longer. I'm almost ready," he moaned as he tugged at his dick some more. You listened to his eager whimpers as he came closer to finishing.

You slowed down a bit to give him some time as lewd sounds filled the room. For the first time, you wished he was here to really please you. To rip your pussy apart and fuck you just the way he wanted. Using you as his little fucktoy.

"Ngh~ Are you wearing a bra?"

"No."

"Show me your tits," he spat. "Right fucking now," his aggression was turning you on so much right now that you didn't even blink before pulling your shirt up to expose your tits.

"Ugh, fuck!" he swore. "You're so fucking hot. Ahh fuck! I'm gonna cum," he moaned as white cream shot out from his tip. You watched as it dripped down his fingers.

He continued stroking himself as he waited for you to finish.

"Fuck," you hummed. "We should do this more often."

"Yeah, you definitely help at relieving a lot of pinned up stress," he chuckled softly reaching across his desk to grab a tissue.

"And I didn't know you wore glasses."

"Only when I'm working."

"Sorry, but do you mind if I ask what kind of job you have?"

"No, that's fine. I just teach at a university."

"You seem kinda young. How old are you?"

"Well, I can't answer that question for obvious reasons, but I'm younger than 30. This might sound kinda weird but you actually remind me of one of my students."

"Oh, do I?"

"Yes, the first time I saw her was in the bookstore. I helped her grab something from the top shelf, and she dropped it on the ground when I handed it to her. Then we both reached down to pick it up, and I bumped into her from behind which made her moan a little. Next thing I know, we're fucking in a single-stall bathroom. I never saw her again after that...until I started teaching of course. A little bit before that was when I stumbled upon your streams."

Either this was the biggest coincidence ever or Darkomen302 was your professor.

"Oh wow, that sounds like something out of a movie," you chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess so. Well, I gotta go now. We should definitely do this again though. I had a lot of fun with you."

"Same here," you smiled before ending the call.

You thought back to the first time you saw him today in class. A flashback of his face decorated by the golden sun rays popped into your head.

It was everything from the way he spoke to you to the way he scanned your body with his eyes that told you exactly what was on his mind. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same way.

When you felt his hard cock press into your ass, all common sense left your mind as lust took over. You locked eyes with him before tilting your head in such a way to tell him that you wanted to go somewhere private.

Yes, this was stupid. Yes, this was reckless. But you wanted him more than anything in that moment.

You thought back to the way he lifted you onto his hard veiny dick and shoved every inch deeper into you. You could hear his breathing pick up as he fucked you harder and faster.

He gripped at your body as he pleasured himself. He helped you ride out your high by stimulating your clit before you dropped to your knees and swallowed every last drop of his seed.

You fastened your chain as you finished getting dressed for your date with your professor. As instructed you headed straight to his office to meet up with him.

*Knock, knock, knock*

You knocked on his door before he called out, "Come in."

You walked in sheepishly, not entirely sure why you felt this way all of a sudden. To be fair, it felt like the universe kept pulling you together in different ways.

"I'm glad you came," he smiled.

"So when were you gonna tell me that you were a teacher," you asked as you stood in front of his desk.

"Heh, it was kinda hard to do that with your tongue down my throat," he replied. "I didn't even get your name until now," he smiled.

"Hmm...I guess you're right."

"Are there any other questions you'd like to ask me?" he asked as he stood up.

"Yes," you began. Though a million questions raced through your mind, only one managed to come out. "Do you like pasta?" you cringed at yourself, trying your best to hide your emotions, but it was of no use. He could see it all over you.

"Pasta?" he laughed. "Of course I do, but I had that yesterday and I'm kinda in the mood for a steak. I know a really nice restaurant we could go to."

"Umm, I--"

"Don't worry. They sell plenty of pasta," he chuckled, slinging his crossbody bag over his shoulder, before walking over to you.

You watched his movements in shock, your mouth slightly gaped open. "Well, come on. Let's go," he smiled, patting you on the shoulder before opening his office door. "I'll take you in my car."

You rubbed your thighs together as you sat next to him in the passenger seat. You couldn't take your eyes off of the bulge in his pants. You knew he wasn't fully hard at the moment, but you couldn't shake the thought of his dick in your mouth.

When he pulled up to the venue you almost thought it was a hotel from the outside. You followed him in to see an extremely formal dining setting. For a second you felt a bit underdressed as you sat next to Wonbin in the red semi-circle booth, but that all disappeared when you felt Wonbin's hand grip your thigh.

Your eyes jumped up at him. Instead of responding, he just gave you a look with his eyes. Lustful and sirenic. This was a look you knew too well.

"Good evening. My name is Andre, and I'll be your waiter tonight. Would you guys like me to start you off with anything? Maybe some bread? Or water?"

"Umm, how about some chardonnay?" Wonbin replied, still stroking your thigh.

"Alright. And what can I get for the lady?"

"Mmm," you struggled to hold back a moan as he reached his fingers between your folds, pressing against your clit.

"She'll have the same," Wonbin smiled as the waiter wrote down your order.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go start working on those drinks now. The menus are right here whenever you're ready to order something else," Andre smiled before tucking his notepad into his apron.

Just as the waiter walked far enough away, Wonbin pressed into you again. "Agh," you bit your lip.

"You're already wet," he smirked. "You must've been thinking about some nasty things, huh?" he continued, massaging your clit.

"Here you are, sir," Andre returned with a frosted bottle of white wine sitting in a small tub of ice and two champagne glasses. "I'm not sure if you wanted the whole bottle or not," he started.

"Oh, yes. This is perfect. Thank you," Wonbin said as he placed the items on the table.

"Alrighty, well just let me know if you need anything else."

"Of course," Wonbin smiled as Andre walked away again. The waiter also left behind a small tray of fresh and frozen grapes. Wonbin picked one of them up and teased your clit with the icy fruit, coating it in your wetness.

He then popped the cold fruit into his mouth. He picked up another one which slipped out of his fingers and onto the floor. "Oops," he smirked, before sliding under the table.

"Mmph!" you yelped, covering your mouth as you felt his tongue lap at your pussy. "Mmm," you stifled your moans as he sucked and tongue fucked you.

You felt him pull back and blow cool air on your wet lips before climbing back into his seat with the grape in his hand. "I got it," he smiled.

You barely even heard what he said as you looked at him with desperate eyes. Just like earlier, your expression spoke louder than your words as you practically begged for what happened next.

"Follow me," he whispered before standing up and heading to a section toward the back of the restaurant. You hesitantly followed him to a red curtain that concealed a hidden V.I.P. section.

There he brought you to a private room. "This'll be a little more comfortable than a bathroom," he smirked.

He locked the door behind you as you stood in the center of the room, just waiting to be destroyed.

"One more time wouldn't hurt," you though to yourself.

"Make as much noise as you want, baby. Nobody can hear you," Wonbin huffed as he pumped into you. The lewd sounds from your pussy, mixed with your breathless moans.

"AHH," you screamed as he clamped down on your tit, sucking it hard enough that you were sure to wake up with a mark.

After this, you were completely done with him. Right?

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he spat as you moaned into his ear. He doubled down and started fucking you so hard and fast that you just went completely silent. Your mouth gaped open as the sounds of your skin slapping together took the place of your moans.

You did not want to become the girl who fucks her professor.

He turned you over, placing you on your hands and knees as he plowed into you from the back. You whined as he stimulated your clit while fucking you. You could feel his whole body engulfing you as he fucked you senseless.

"Yeah, baby. Just like that," he groaned, ripping his dick out to spit on your pussy before forcing in two of his fingers. You squirted a little as he stimulated your g-spot.

He pushed you down onto your side, lifting on leg over his shoulder as he fucked you some more.

"God, you're pussy is so fucking tight," he hummed.

You could get in so much trouble...and he could lose his job. Was it really worth it?

"Ngh," you hummed as he slowed down to give you long, hard, and deep strokes. He pulled out to spill his cum all over your stomach as you laid there with your pussy throbbing from the constant fucking.

He leaned down to kiss you on your cheek as he glided his dick between your folds.

❀ Thank you all so much for reading! Make sure to check out other works on my masterlist!

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A Love He’ll Never Know

Bestfriend! Wonbin! X Reader! Y/n!

• Genre : angst

WC : about 2,080!

Sypnosis : Y/N has always been there for someone important to her, but when feelings go unspoken and reality sets in, everything begins to change. After a night of confusion and raw emotions, Y/N is forced to confront what has always been just out of reach. With the support of friends, the struggle to let go of what could’ve been becomes even harder to ignore.

Includes: yuna, yujin, and kazuha as y/ns friends also ningning is slightly mentioned

Responding to this request!

Hope you enjoy!

He never saw you. Maybe he never would.

The café was warm, the scent of coffee lingering in the air, the quiet hum of conversation filling the space. Normally, you loved this place. It felt safe. But today, it felt suffocating.

Because today, Wonbin was talking about her.

“She’s just… different, you know?” He stirred his coffee absentmindedly, eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite name. “There’s something about her.”

You forced a sip of your drink, willing yourself to stay composed.

“Oh yeah?” Your voice was light, as if his words weren’t digging into your chest like a knife.

“Yeah.” He let out a small, almost disbelieving laugh. “I mean, she just has this presence. People are drawn to her.”

People. Including him.

You felt yourself sinking, your heart tightening with something ugly and unfamiliar. Jealousy? Hurt? Both?

“So, you’re into her?” You weren’t sure why you even asked. Maybe some part of you wanted him to say no.

He shrugged, taking a slow sip of his coffee. “I don’t know… She’s intriguing.”

Intriguing. Not you. Her.

Something in you snapped.

Your stomach twisted painfully, and suddenly, sitting there felt unbearable. You needed to leave.

“Actually, I should get going,” you said abruptly, reaching for your bag.

Wonbin frowned, confused. “What? Already? We just got here.”

You forced a smile, praying he wouldn’t see how fake it was. “Yeah, I, uh, forgot I had plans with Yuna, Yujin, and Kazuha.”

A lie. You didn’t have plans with them until way later in the day.

His brows furrowed slightly, like he wanted to press further, but in the end, he just nodded. “Alright… I’ll see you later, then?”

You hesitated for a second. Then, softly—“Yeah.”

And you walked away.

Pretending you weren’t falling apart.

⸻

you wanted to forget. but he was everywhere.

The bar was a blur of neon lights and bass-heavy music, the air thick with alcohol and cigarette smoke. It should’ve been enough to distract you.

But it wasn’t.

No matter how many shots you took, how much you laughed along with Yuna, Yujin, and Kazuha, the weight in your chest never left.

You could still hear him.

“She’s intriguing.”

You could still see him.

Eyes lighting up over someone who wasn’t you.

So, you drank more.

Shot after shot, letting the alcohol burn its way down, numbing the ache inch by inch.

“Damn, Y/N, slow down.” Yuna’s voice was a mix of amusement and concern as she steadied you when you nearly tripped. “You’re gonna black out at this rate.”

“Maybe that’s the point,” you muttered, reaching for another drink.

Kazuha took it from you before you could down it. “Nope. You need air.”

You groaned but didn’t resist when they gently guided you toward the door.

“We’ll be right inside, okay?” Yujin reassured.

The cold air outside hit you like a slap, sobering you just enough to realize how reckless you were being. Your head swam, your thoughts hazy, but one thing remained clear—

You needed to hear his voice.

Your fingers hovered over your phone. You shouldn’t call him. You shouldn’t.

But before you could talk yourself out of it—

You hit call.

One ring.

Two.

“Hey, Y/N?” His voice was thick with sleep, groggy but alert. “Aren’t you out with the girls?”

You swallowed hard, forcing your voice to stay steady. “Yeah, but I was just thinking about you.”

Silence. Then, a quiet hum. “Why?”

Your throat tightened. “Oh, you just happened to cross my mind.”

He sounded confused now. “Y/N, are you okay?”

No. Not at all.

“Why did you cut our hangout short?” His voice was lower now, careful.

You hesitated. Then—“You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

A bitter laugh slipped out. “You went on and on about Ningning today, and I just—I couldn’t sit there and listen anymore. It felt like every move I made, every hint I dropped, was completely ignored.”

Wonbin’s breath hitched slightly.

You weren’t stopping now. “I like you, Wonbin.”

The words hung in the air, irreversible.

The silence that followed was unbearable. And then, finally—

“Y/N…”

You waited. Desperately hoping for something—anything—that could make this hurt less.

“I ignored it because I don’t want to ruin this friendship.”

Your stomach dropped.

“But even if I did notice, that doesn’t mean you can just walk away like that. We’re friends before anything.”

Friends.

Before anything.

The final nail in the coffin.

You let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “You’re right.”

You sounded empty.

Wonbin exhaled in relief, like he thought this was the end of the conversation. But it wasn’t.

“You know what? I’ll just hang up now. Have a good night, Wonbin.”

“Wait, Y/N—”

You ended the call before he could say anything else.

And that was it.

A sob tore from your throat as your legs gave out, collapsing onto the sidewalk. The tears came fast, hot, and merciless.

Because it was over before it even started.

Because he never saw you.

Because maybe… he never would.

⸻

he wasn’t coming. but they did.

The bar door swung open. “Y/N?”

A pair of arms wrapped around you before you even registered who it was.

“Oh my God, you’re freezing,” Yujin murmured, rubbing your arms. “What happened?”

You couldn’t speak. You just shook your head, trying to choke back sobs.

Kazuha knelt beside you. “Was it Wonbin?”

Your breath hitched. That was answer enough.

Yuna cursed under her breath, standing up and pulling out her phone. “I swear to God, I’m blocking his number from your phone myself.”

Kazuha shot her a look. “Not helping.” Then, softer—“Y/N… let’s get you out of here, okay?”

You nodded weakly, allowing them to pull you up.

“I don’t want to think about him anymore,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

Yuna threw an arm around your shoulders. “Then you won’t. You have us.”

“Yeah,” Yujin agreed, squeezing your hand. “He might not see you, Y/N, but we do. And we’re not going anywhere.”

For the first time that night, you let yourself believe that.

Maybe he would never choose you.

But at least, you weren’t alone.

⸻

Authors note: part 2?? I’m slowing but surely writing all these requests🫡 please continue sending them!🙂‍↕️ Also I think this is my longest fic so far, progress? Progress!

[gothamgf]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ dear reader, if it feels like a trap... you're already in one. ౨ৎ˚⟡

dear reader is a series of riize fanfictions inspired by songs by taylor swift, written by gothamgf.

📝 now writing… ౨ৎ this love —j.sc

💌 to—osaki shotaro

i can fix him (no, really i can)

💌 to—song eunseok

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

💌 to—jung sungchan

this love

💌 to—park wonbin

the smallest man who ever lived

💌 to—lee sohee

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

💌 to—hong seunghan

say don’t go

💌 to—lee anton

i look in people’s windows

more coming soon… ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[2i1han]

chapter 3 : "why are you doing this?"

𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 | park wonbin

pairing : wonbin x reader / reader addressed as heo sori

genre : heavy romance , angst , mature , drama | wc : 8.7k

warnings : adult themes , toxic rs , mentions of cheating , mild language , fade to black , slice of life

playlist : babe / rio , sweetbitter / rio , whisper / park jiwoo , heavy heart / rio , the rose song / rio , where am i / jiyul , youra / ral 9002 , when dawn comes again / colde , let it begin / say sue me , new boots / rio , nevertheless / night off

a love that was once passionate but toxic leaves you and wonbin trapped in a cycle of desire, distance, and unresolved emotions. even after breaking up, both of you keep finding your way back to each other. as jealousy, regret, and unspoken feelings pull and push you apart, the two of you are forced to confront whether you're doomed to repeat the mistakes or finally break free.

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 |

you woke up on an empty bed again, skin bare and cold where the warmth of someone else should've been. the pillow beside you was untouched, like no one had ever been there. a part of you wanted to cry. not because you were surprised, but because you weren't. you stared at the ceiling, blinking once, twice—then sighed.

you should've known better. hell, you did know better. you saw this trainwreck miles away, but still let your foolish hunger, desperation, maybe even love, if you squinted hard enough—take the wheel and speed toward it anyway. but what could you say? you were just someone aching.

still, you dragged yourself out of bed, brushed your teeth in silence, skipped breakfast out of habit, and went off to work without faking a sick day this time.

the restaurant was already buzzing when you got there—utensils clinking, children laughing loudly, old men arguing over the best side dishes, and the kitchen staff yelling like it was a war zone instead of lunchtime on a tuesday.

despite the loudness that busied both in the room and inside your head, you had your usual polite smile, moving through tables like a seasoned employee. your eyes were tired, but your hands didn't tremble.

then, like a sunbeam cutting through a cloudy day, a familiar face stepped through the door.

"eunseok!" you called, the corners of your lips lifting instinctively.

he looked up and flashed a smile that always made your stomach flutter for reasons you don't know. he took a seat near the counter politely, arms draped casually over the backrest.

"lunch here, i assume?" you said, already reaching for your notepad.

"yeah," he replied, slipping off his jacket. "you make the best grilled porks."

you snorted. "i'm not the cook here. i just serve."

"you serve the best grilled porks," he repeated.

you rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed. "grilled pork it is, then. anything else?"

eunseok leaned back, tapping his chin with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "just water for drinks."

you raised a brow. "for a bar worker, you sure are healthy."

"gotta balance the beer with hydration," he said with a wink.

you shook your head, chuckling as you scribbled his order. you turned to the kitchen, pinning the slip onto the rack.

minutes passed in a whirl of trays and orders, and when things slowed down in customers, you returned to his table, slipping into the seat across from him. you rested your chin on your palm, the tray tucked under your arm.

"you work at a bar and still eat out like this?" you teased.

eunseok shrugged, sawing into the pork a spoon. "got sick of the bar food."

"there's like, five restaurants right outside your bar."

he glanced up through his lashes, chewing. "yeah, but none of them have a server like, what's her name again? heo sori?"

you let out a small chuckle, brushing your nose with the back of your fingers. "you're so stupid."

"and yet, you laugh," he pointed out smugly, licking sauce off his thumb.

he then put his utensils down, elbows now resting on the table. he clasped his fingers and leaned in, looking at you with soft eyes.

"there. you look so beautiful when you smile like that."

it hit you like a sudden breeze. you sat up straighter, your expression folding into a shy pout. you cleared your throat and diverted your gaze to the tray in your arms.

"well, how can i not? i've got my own personal jester," you quipped, hoping he'd follow along with the banter.

instead, he grinned. "mhm, if being your personal jester gets you to smile like that more often, then i'll be the whole circus."

your felt your shoulders slightly cold. "song eunseok," you hissed, trying to play it cool. "what was that? karina's corrupting you."

"she might be," he said, tapping his temple like he was checking for bugs. "she also corrupted me into asking you out after your shift. you free later?"

you pretended to think, though your heart had already done three somersaults. "you're not smooth," you muttered, grinning. "and yes, i'm free."

he looked victorious, subtly flashing a smirk before biting into another piece of pork.

as much as you wanted to stay in that moment, to sit and banter until your face hurt from smiling, the chime of the door bell and the sight of new customers filing in called you back. you stood up, straightened your apron, and gave him a a glance. "enjoy your pork, circus boy."

"only if you bring me dessert later,"

you snorted and turned away before he could see the giddy little smirk on your lips.

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you're guilty.

not in the dramatic, courtroom sort of way—but in the quiet, everyday pang of it. the kind that's not loud enough to break you, but persistent enough to make you feel like you're carrying something heavy under your skin.

you're already starting to like eunseok. and everyone around you knows it. even you know it. that's what makes it worse.

because every morning, you find yourself drawn to his sunshine. his lighthearted jokes, his warm eyes, the way his presence makes the world seem a little less heavy and a little more bearable. he doesn't ask you to be anything, doesn't demand explanations for the shadows under your eyes. he just sits there, listen to you if you wanted to speak, and makes you smile when you least expect to.

but some evenings, you still let wonbin onto your doorstep.

he never texts before arriving. he just shows up dead of the night. sometimes he knocks. sometimes he waits quietly until the hallway light flickers and you open the door like you knew he was already there. he never stays until morning. but he always stays long enough. long enough to remind you why you're guilty.

because you let him in, even though you already know you shouldn't. because you crave familiarity as much as you crave change. because in some twisted way, you feel like you owe it to the version of yourself that once thought wonbin was everything.

and yet, come morning, you allow yourself to be warmed into eunseok, his comforting energy, his brightness that rinses you clean only to get your hands dirty again when the sun goes down.

it's chaos. you're chaos. and somehow, eunseok makes the storm quieter, while wonbin keeps the thunder alive.

but you still wonder, still think about him—wonbin. what becomes of him once he leaves your place at 4 am? what does he look like when the sun touches his face, and you're not there to see it? does he walk home like nothing happened? does he sit alone in his room wondering if he means anything anymore, just like you do?

you wonder if he still thinks of you in the morning. every morning, he'd wake up before you. he'd sit up slowly, the springs of your mattress groaning under the shift of weight. for a moment, he'd just look at you blankly, almost pity. then, tenderly, he'd brush away the stray strands of hair clinging to your forehead, tucking them behind your ear—your bare, earringless ear he always liked about you. his thumb brushes on your cheek, tracing the soft swell of it before he pulled away with a sigh.

then he'd quietly gather his clothes from the floor, wrinkled shirt, belt hanging loose through one hand. he'd fix the pillows you kicked around in your sleep, tug the comforter up to your shoulders. and then, he'd leave. no goodbye. just the quiet click of your door shutting behind him.

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it was supposed to be chill. karina dragged you there for "some drinks and light gossip," and eunseok was already behind the counter, flipping a shaker, experimenting new mixes.

then, from behind, an effortlessly elegant woman walked in. her heels clicked across the tiled floor like punctuation marks. she wore a white velvet bodycon dress that hugged her curves perfectly, hair slicked into a low bun, not a strand out of place. even her smile had grace.

she gave the staffs a small, polite nod at the counter before settling toward one of the two-seaters in the middle of the bar.

you, karina, and most of the staff instinctively looked at each other like meerkats. except for eunseok, who was too busy with the shaker flip, or, didnt just care.

karina leaned close, her brows rising. "customer, be right back." she said under her breath, nudging you with her hip while you busied yourself with the empty glass in front of you, hyperaware of the woman's presence for some reason.

"martini, please. two glasses. just a foie gras crostini and a smoked salmon canapé for the other," the woman said with a poised tone as she folded her hands neatly on the table. karina nodded, pen gliding over her notepad, eyes flicking up briefly.

"oh—and i'd like to settle the bill in advance." she reached into her purse, pulling a matte black card between fingers. "name it under lee ara."

karina gave a short nod, taking the card wordlessly, the gold-embossed letters catching a flicker of light as she turned away.

you barely glanced at the woman before your attention returned to eunseok, who was now sliding a drink toward you—a glass filled with a soft pink slush, the rim beaded with condensation.

"here, taste it. new menu." he said.

you raised a brow, tilting your head as you examined the drink. "i'm not going to die if i drink this, right?"

"well, only if your body can't handle something too good."

you let out a sneer and brought the hurricane glass to your lips. the chilled mixture touched your tongue—fruity, slightly tart, with just the right amount of bitterness.

"this is really good!" you said, nodding with genuine surprise, eyes returning to the drink.

"then it's officially on the menu," eunseok smiled, wiping down the counter. but, it's not long before his smile fades, because behind you, the low creak of the door reached his ears, followed by firm steps on the tile. eunseok's posture stiffened as he looked past you, eyes narrowing.

leather jacket, black jeans, a camera slung across the chest, the familiar half-up hairstyle, and he was heading straight for the table with the woman from earlier.

eunseok's jaw locked. he didn't say a word, only refocused on you with sharp intent. he needed to keep you looking at him.

"heo sori," he said suddenly, his tone dropping deep. it caught you off guard. you looked up, confused.

"what?" your brow furrowed slightly at the use of your full name.

"do you want something to eat?" he asked, quickly.

you blinked. "no, i'm okay. are... you?"

he paused, catching himself. his expression softened, his shoulders losing some tension. "yeah, i'm okay," he finally said, and awkwardly lifted a hand to pat your head—something he'd done countless times before, but this time it felt awkward.

you gave him a curious look. "what was that about? you're acting weird."

eunseok's gaze remained fixed on you, though the strain was evident. you could already see it in the corners of his eyes like he was trying not to look at something behind you.

"weird? me?" he exhaled, short and unconvincing. "i... had a drink earlier. just a bit."

you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him. something wasn't adding up. you shifted slightly in your seat, feeling the instinct to turn and glance around the room.

but before you could, eunseok leaned forward suddenly, hands reaching over the counter to hold your shoulders firmly—not rough, but just enough to stop you. your eyes widened as his grip loosened the second he saw your reaction.

"sorry, i— i was just going to ask you something," he said quickly.

"eunseok, you startled me," you said, releasing a breath, a half-smile on your lips. "was it really that important? you shook the life out of me."

"it is," he replied, more quietly this time, a sincerity in his tone that made you pause. "can i ask you at the back?" he asked. "it's... a bit personal. and there are people around."

you hesitated, reading his eyes. but you didn't press him as you ust nodded.

as you stood, eunseok rounded the bar with an unusual urgency, subtly guiding your position so your back remained turned to the center of the room. he didn't want you to see. but behind you, wonbin had already noticed everything. his eyes didn't leave you—not once. not when eunseok touched your shoulders, not when he leaned too close. ara was speaking, but her voice had blurred into the background for him.

"wonbin," she said, voice firmer now. "wonbin?"

he blinked, finally pulling his eyes from the scene and turning back to her. "huh?"

"were you even listening to me?" ara asked, her tone tinged with irritation.

"sorry," he said flatly as if he didn't mean it. "what were you saying?"

ara deadpanned at him. "nevermind, i forgot."

wonbin didn’t press her. he only gave a small nod, eyes eyes shifting to the camera sitting on the table in front of him. his fingers adjusted the lens absentmindedly, like it mattered more than anything she could've said.

meanwhile, you and eunseok reached the staff room door. the one that led to the quiet, dim alley behind the bar. his hand was still wrapped around your shoulders, as though he couldn’t let go even after passing out of wonbin’s view.

then karina brushed by, tray in hand carrying ara's orders. "make way," she said flatly.

eunseok stepped back immediately, letting his hand fall from your shoulder. the space between you opened just enough for karina to squeeze past, the tray hovered above your head. but before your eyes could follow her down the hall, eunseok caught your hands in his again hurriedly and dragged you toward the rear door that creaked open into the bar’s narrow alleyway.

back inside, karina made her way toward ara’s table, her focus more on balancing than anything else. her gaze flicked briefly at the man seated across the table—nonchalant, half-slouched, camera before him. karina almost missed him entirely.

she then did a double take after realizing. karina’s spine stiffened, and for a second, she almost got swayed, but she composed herself quickly, lowering the tray onto the table carefully.

"your… order, ma’am," her voice came out distracted, not tearing her eyes away from wonbin as she gently placed each item—crostini, smoked salmon, the martini.

her eyes narrowed at him, sharp and unbothered to hide it. judging, and unimpressed. wonbin saw but didn’t acknowledge her. his head remained slightly bowed.

"thank you," the woman said softly, smiling politely. karina gave a shallow bow and turned, her footsteps brisk as she walked away, but even then, she kept her look, throwing silent daggers at wonbin.

outside, in the cramped alley behind the bar, the cool air brushed your skin. the dim of the bar faded into a muffled hum behind the metal door. eunseok stood close, hands still encasing yours.

it was followed by silence, before you looked down. "eunseok…"

his eyes followed yours, and when he realized he hadn’t let go, he released your hands like they burned him. "sorry," he chuckled awkwardly. voice low as he cleared his throat. his hands slipping into the pockets of his black trousers.

you then shifted on your feet. "so… what were you going to tell me?"

his eyes flicked up to yours, momentarily confused. "tell you?" he echoed, like the question had pulled him out of someplace else.

"yeah, you said it was important?"

"ah—yeah, that. i..." eunseok stuttered, his gaze dropping as he sighed and swallowed hard.

"yeah?" you tilted your head, eyes trying to meet his. "come on, are you shy?" you teased gently, hoping to nudge him into ease.

"no, no," he replied with a small smile.

he paused, trying to piece together another half-truth to distract you. he didn"t want to admit that he brought you out here just to avoid wonbin and his date inside. that wasn’t the truth he wanted to tell.

"do you… want to walk? eat something?" he asked instead."

you blinked. "song sunseok," your tone shifted to much firmer now. "quit cutting around the bushes. you already asked me that earlier."

he exhaled again, heavier this time. the tension in his shoulders sagged into something more resigned.

"alright," he said quietly. another pause. then, "i like you."

it wasn’t the truth you were expecting, but it was still the truth.

his head lifted to meet your eyes, and this time, emotion welled there, honest and raw—something you’d only seen in glimpses before whenever he sometimes looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. but this time, he let the gaze stay.

you blinked, but didn't flinch. you didn’t deny it or laugh it off, didn’t accuse him of being drunk. because deep down, you’d already known. you’d just been waiting for him to say it.

a small chuckle escaped your lips as you looked down. his brows drew together, worry settling across his face. "what? why are you laughing?" he asked.

"nothing," you said, lifting your gaze with a smile. "it’s just… i kind of already felt it."

"right. i must be terribly obvious, then." he chuckled.

"very much so."

then, his face shifted again back to serious. "you... don’t have to answer, or say anything."

your expression fell in turn. you stared past him, eyes fixed on the brick wall behind his shoulder in thought. the truth was, even if he gave you permission not to respond, you still wouldn't know what to say.

eunseok makes you happy. he’s kind, patient, perfect. the kind of man you’d always told yourself you wanted. but how could you declare anything, make anything feel real when you were still letting wonbin through your door at night?

you and eunseok didn’t go back to the bar after that.

instead, he took you for a walk, where the two of you talked about everything else. how he’d liked you ever since karina first introduced you to the bar a year ago. how he’d always meant to ask you out, but never did—too sheepish, until wonbin came along and beat him to it seven months ago. and when you and wonbin broke up, he told you he knew it was finally his turn to be the man he believed you deserved.

later that night, he drove you home. you ended up texting karina that you’d already gone back, since you hadn’t told her anything before slipping out of the bar.

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you were tending to your plants by the window when a knock echoed from your front door. you looked across the room. you already knew who it was—only one person ever knocked at this hour.

you opened the door, and as expected, wonbin stood there. but what's unexpected is this time, he didn't greet you messily. no sudden kiss, no bodies crashing through the hallway. no clothes pulled off in hurried hands. no smell of alcohol in the air. he was sober, and calm. he didn’t touch you.

"i’m... not here to cause any trouble," he said quietly.

you nodded, a bit confused, but stepped aside to let him in. he walked in like a civilized guest. hung his camera beside the door, removed his shoes neatly and placed them on the rack. not how he used to enter.

"have you eaten?" he asked.

you blinked, unsure how to respond. "have you?"

"no." he shook his head.

without a word, you walked to the kitchen, pulling out two cups of instant noodles. you poured hot water into each, set them down on the table. one for you, one across for him.

you sat down, still not saying anything, just waiting. wonbin sat too, pulling the chair back quietly. he tapped the chopsticks against the lid to straighten them, then peeled off the plastic.

"you came here to eat?" you asked, still stirring your noodles. "you’re not drunk. are you not here to lay me down again—"

"heo sori." he cut you off gently, not harshly. "i just... came here to see you."

you looked up. "we’re long gone, wonbin."

"then why did you let me in?"

your hand stilled mid-stir. then you stared at him blankly. "no reason," you replied.

but the truth was—you didn’t know either. you asked yourself the same question he asked. you didn’t know why you let him in. maybe part of you was still waiting to understand it too.

then, wonbin suddenly pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping away at something. you looked up from your noodles without lifting your head. after a few seconds, he leaned forward and held the phone out to you.

"what’s that?" you asked flatly.

"your number,"

you let out a low, indifferent scoff, but still, you took the phone and typed it in. "so... you deleted my number." you muttered, not looking at him.

"you changed it." he responded right away.

realizing that made you clear your throat. you handed the phone back, your fingers brushing his for a moment before silence followed again.

you both finished your noodles wordlessly, the only sound being the quiet clink of chopsticks against plastic and slurping. when you pushed yours aside, wonbin stood without a word, scooping up your cup and his. he walked to the trash can and tossed them in neatly. you remained seated, not batting an eye.

"will talking about us physically kill you?" you asked. "why are you doing this?"

wonbin paused, then turned slowly. he walked back and sat in the chair across from you again. "i just…" his voice dropped. "i just miss you."

you let out a small, sarcastic smile, not even bothering to lift your eyes this time. "you miss me when you’re drunk."

"not tonight."

"then why are you here?" you snapped. your eyes finally lifted to meet his.

"because i miss you."

you scoffed, the sound was bitter and humorless. an ugly, broken laugh escaped your lips as you stood abruptly. the chair scraped behind you. you walked into the living room, stopping in the middle like you didn’t know where to go next. your arms fell limp to your sides.

"if you’re here to lie-" your voice cracked, barely holding steady, "please just… let it go."

wonbin’s steps behind you were slow. he reached out gently, his fingertips brushing the back of your hand before he held it, not too tightly—just enough to hold you. then he stepped around to face you. he didn’t say anything right away. his brows were slightly drawn, his gaze soft on yours. there was no arrogance this time, no passive aggressiveness. his eyes looked like they were trying to apologize for things he couldn’t say.

"i can’t let it go," he said softly. "can you? or is it because you’re already dating eunseok?"

the mention of eunseok caught you off guard. your brows furrowed, and your fists tightened against his hands. "don’t bring eunseok into this,"

"no. answer me," he said, a notch firmer.

"you answer me!" you fired back, voice rising. "why are you even here?!"

"why not?" he said, tone still calm despite you getting worked up. you opened your mouth, tried to spit something back, but nothing came out.

"because you’re dating that guy? huh?" his hands moved to your shoulders, holding you there, grounding you.

"i don’t fucking know!" you cried, your voice finally cracking as your hands flew up and slapped his away. you turned your back as your breath trembled out of you.

you felt his careful footsteps approaching from behind again. wonbin stopped just close enough for his breath to ghost against your hair as he spoke, voice low and breathy.

"why him?" wonbin spoke. "will he do this for you?"

before you could react, you felt the soft brush of his fingertips against your neck. they swept upward with care. his palms gathered your hair, gently pushing the strands aside and laying them across your shoulder like he had done so many times before.

his voice came again, coaxing, as his hands hovered above your skin. "will he visit you? sit down and eat with you?" the warmth of his hands grazed your bare neck, trailing with down to your collarbone before his fingers slipped beneath the edge of your shirt collar.

still, you didn't stop him. not with your body. but your words "he doesn't hurt me." you swallowed the rising lump in your throat. "he won't visit me because... he doesn't invade my peace."

behind you, wonbin stilled. you couldn't see his face, but you can hear the quiet grind of his teeth. the tense exhales. still, his hands didn’t get rough, wrapping around your waist with gentleness that contradicted the jealousy boiling inside him. he pulled you closer, chest to back, chin resting lightly on your shoulder.

"but... will he love you like i do?" his voice broke subtly on the last word.

do.

the word echoed in your head. you closed your eyes, struggling to keep the walls up. "he doesn't hurt me," you repeated.

wonbin leaned closer, his lips brushing the curve of your ear now. "do you like him?" he whispered, his tone slightly taunting.

you hesitated. before giving an unsure answer "he's... a nice man."

it was the only truth you could utter. but even then, you knew you might not like him. that you might have just liked the way how eunseok was so opposite to the man behind you, how he made you happy and made things easier to forget. and how you wish that you're wrong.

wonbin exhaled heavily against your shoulder. he didn't speak again. instead, his hands slid away from your waist, and he gently turned you to face him.

his eyes met yours for only a second before he leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away. but you didn't. his lips pressed yours, soft and moist, the kind of kiss that felt like a memory coming back to life. he didn't taste like alcohol this time. no bitterness. just him.

you closed your eyes and let the him be tender. you let the kiss speak for the both of you. his hands cupped your cheeks, calloused thumbs brushing gently beneath your eyes. then, still not breaking the kiss, he guided you down to the couch, seating you as he knelt one knee beside you, his body hovering but not pressing.

a sense of comfort began to grow in you. his touch felt genuine this time. it wasn't rushed or clouded by alcohol or regret. it was just him. calm, and present. there was no musky smell of whiskey, no slurred words or needy hands. he came to you sober, and that alone made your heart soften.

his touch felt solid and real. and for the first time in a long while, you believed he might actually be choosing to be here. not out of confusion or drunkenness, but with full awareness—because he wanted to.

that's what brought you comfort, not the kiss or how he held your thighs, but the intention behind. the honesty in what he did.

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you could swear it—wonbin was beginning to fade back into your life. and the scariest part was you didn't know whether you liked it or not. no one else knew. not a soul. just the two of you, and the walls of your room that had witnessed everything in silence. not even karina. not the friend who knew your every scar and secret knew about this abomination.

after that night, you had already braced yourself for his absence. you expected to wake up alone like always, to feel the emptiness beside you before the sun had even touched your window. it was a pattern. he'd always slip out of your apartment before dawn.

but this time, he didn't. what greeted your eyes wasn't the usual blinding beam of sunlight cutting through your curtains but him. wonbin, asleep, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours. his arm was draped over your torso. his face looked calm and pure.

you didn't move at first. instead, you lay still, your gaze lingering on him. studying the subtle curve of his lashes, the way the early light softened his features. you couldn't help but wonder why is he still here? why hadn't he left again?

slowly, almost on instinct, you reached up and brushed a few stray strands of hair from his forehead. his black hair, no longer bleached blonde. you had once told him that black suited him better, that it made his eyes look softer. maybe he remembered.

his eyes fluttered open at your touch, groggy and unfocused at first, then settling on your face. the morning light poured in through the window, turning his dark brown irises a honeyed shade, pupils slowly dilating as he blinked up at you.

"sori..." he murmured, voice hoarse with sleep.

you hummed softly, fingers still tangled gently in his hair. "hm?"

he didn't close his eyes again, instead, he leaned subtly into your touch. "you're an angel," he whispered. "you've always been."

you didn't know what to say, didn't know what's going on in his mind.

because in his eyes, you were something pure. something light. yet he tainted you every time he came close. every word like that, every moment like this just left more questionst. you wanted to ask him what he meant, what he wanted, why he kept leaving and coming back like this. but the answers felt just out of reach, and you didn't know if he'd ever give them to you.

so instead, you sat up slowly, lifting the blanket with you to cover your chest. you didn't turn to look at him as you reached for the shirt on the floor, pulling it over your head. your undergarments followed. "gonna make breakfast," you mumbled, voice neutral as you stood up.

you found yourself seated once again across from wonbin at your small dining table, the same way you did last night. the scent of warm butter and syrup floated in the air as a plate of soft pancakes sat in front of you. wonbin sat quietly across from you, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a slight crease between his brows as he chewed on a bite of pancake. it should’ve been peaceful. but the air between you was still heavy.

"i don’t see you anymore at the flower shop," he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

you glanced up, the words catching you off guard. you hesitated, unsure what to make of it. was he still passing by? looking for you?

"i found a job at a nearby restaurant," you answered. "just a walk away from here." he gave a small nod, and popped another bite of pancake into his mouth.

and then, you asked what had been clawing at your chest for months. "how’s your... career?" your voice was quiet. "you and..." you paused, swallowing the lump forming in your throat, "...you and that girl from the studio?"

wonbin’s fork slowed, then stopped completely. he blinked, the expression on his face softening into something apologetic. he carefully set the fork down beside the plate and looked at you, brows furrowed.

"can we talk about that?" he asked gently.

you mirrored his movement, setting your fork down, folding your hands in your lap. you gave a small nod.

"i know you think what you saw that night was enough. and maybe it is." he paused, his voice fragile. "there’s really no explanation for that. no excuse."

your gaze stayed on him firm. you didn’t want comfort, you wanted the truth.

he drew in a slow breath, lowering his eyes to the table. "we fought. and i thought i’d already lost you. i didn’t know how to fix it. so i started drinking… a lot. every day, every night. even though i couldn’t afford to fall apart. the exhibit was opening in just a few weeks, and i had to keep working."

he ran a hand through his hair, looking visibly exhausted by the memory.

"she was my model. i knew what she was doing that night, but i didn’t stop her. i let myself spiral. i was… influenced. but i swear, sori—" his voice cracked slightly, "—i never meant to betray you. i never wanted to cheat. not behind your back. not like that."

his voice faded into silence. you stared at your lap, fingers slowly knotting and unknotting in your hands. there were a hundred thoughts in your head, and yet none of them would form the right words. his confession didn’t erase what happened. it didn’t soothe the sting of what you saw that night. but something in the way he looked at you now, clear-eyed, sober, still, felt different.

your eyes lifted to his again, and for a moment, all you could say was— "i don’t know what to feel."

wonbin just nodded, his expression understanding. he didn't push nor begged for you to believe or forgive him. you could see he was giving you space to breathe and process.

you held back tears. "i was there to try and make up with you..." you whispered. then, more firmly. "wonbin, how could you explain the lavender perfume i smelled on your shirt before weeks prior? can you answer me?"

your eyebrows furrowed as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. the hurt, the confusion—it all bubbled up again. but wonbin didn't flinch. his answer came almost immediately.

"it was for you," he said. "it was your birthday. i wanted to surprise you. i bought you a floral perfume as a gift. i sprayed some on me, thinking you'd smell it first—then i'd hand you the actual bottle and tell you it was yours."

he exhaled slowly, regret pouring out in the way his shoulders slouched. "but when i came to surprise you, i saw eunseok in front of your building. he was leaving, and you were drunk when i got in here. he brought you home. i didn't take it well... i lost it. and we fought."

you looked down, even more guilt blooming in. the misunderstanding had been ugly and festered in the silence between you both.

"why didn't you just tell me?" you asked.

he looked at you again, eyes raw. "because you were drunk, and i was mad. seeing another guy take you home—it got to me. so i didn't explain. i lied about the perfume. i wanted you to hurt too." he let out a short, bitter laugh. "i was a fool, sori."

you stared at him. slightly offended by how selfish he got.

"we are..." you spoke, eyes lowered to the cooling pancakes on your plate. "will we ever be okay again?" the question slipped from your mouth.

wonbin looked at you. his lips parted slightly, twitching to a smile as he held back his own tears. "i want to," he said quietly. "i miss you."

"i miss you too... but i need to think," you breathed out.

"is it because of—" he started, but you cut in before his sentence could bloom into assumption.

"it’s not about eunseok," you clarified. "it’s about us. you and me."

there was a pause. then he nodded in understanding. he didn’t press, didn’t object, didn’t throw his pride into the mix like he used to. he simply accepted your words, and respected your space.

this version of wonbin, still emotional, still vulnerable, but no longer impulsive, was something new and refreshing. you’d been so used to his outbursts, chaos, to heat-of-the-moment choices but now he seems genuinely trying.

still, everything remained tangled. you looked around the apartment. sunlight dappling your plants, the air thick with the scent of syrup and leaves—and realized you weren’t ready to fully accept him back yet.

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wonbin left your apartment after breakfast with a proper goodbye. you sat in silence for a while, staring blankly at the empty seat across from you. a part of you debated calling in sick, but you forced yourself to go to work anyway.

after your shift, you stood by the door of the bar but didn’t go in. the thought of seeing eunseok especially after last night had your stomach twisting. you couldn’t face him yet, not while your thoughts were still tangled from the morning. so instead, you pulled out your phone and sent a message to the one person who’d always been your lighthouse.

"let’s have lunch. usual spot."

karina hadn’t responded to your message from last night, but you hoped this one would reach her.

now, seated at your familiar two-seater table, you fiddled with the edge of the menu, nerves knotting in your chest. you’d already rehearsed the truth in your head a dozen times, turning the words over and over until they felt safe. you didn’t know how she’d react. but you couldn’t keep hiding it from her anymore.

"sori!" karina’s voice called from behind, snapping you from your thoughts. you turned, giving a half-hearted wave as she approached.

she dropped into the seat across from you, her purse landing with a soft thud on the table. her hair was a little messy, her face bare and tired. the moment she sat down, she leaned her cheek against her palm.

"you okay? you look hungover," you teased, raising a brow.

"yeah... drank last night. blacked out," she muttered groggily.

"so that’s why you never replied," you chuckled, lifting a hand to flag down the waiter. "i kind of left the bar without saying anything."

"i know. you ghosted me. i’m losing you to eunseok," she huffed playfully, eyes fluttering shut as she rested her head on the table.

her words made your smile fade. you looked away, guilt creeping in. the waiter came by to take your orders, giving you a moment to regroup before you turned your attention back to her.

"rina?"

she responded with a hum, eyes still closed.

"i... i have something to tell you."

that was enough to make her lift her head. she sat up slightly, her gaze sharpening. "what?"

"i know you’re gonna scold me, but... can you cut me a little slack?"

her eyes narrowed. "what did you do?"

"ah—don’t raise your voice. this is exactly why i’m scared of you," you said with a pout, though the worry was clear on your face.

karina blinked, her expression softening at your seriousness. she sighed and reached over, tapping your hand. "alright, alright. i’m calm. tell me."

you took a deep breath, your fingers curling into your palms.

"wonbin’s been... seeing me secretly for the past two weeks." your voice was quiet and embarrassed. you kept your eyes on the table. "and... we talked. really talked."

silence stretched between you again. you dared to glance up and met karina’s eyes, soft with something between pity and restrained judgment.

"so that’s why you’ve been acting weird," she said, surprisingly calm.

"yeah. i’m sorry. i didn’t tell you because i didn’t want you to feel like all those months you spent helping me through the breakup were for nothing."

karina exhaled and placed her hand over your clenched fist. "i’m more upset that you thought that. i get it, ri. i really do."

relief washed over you, even if only for a second. "and since you’re still here, not crying or freaking out, i’m guessing he didn’t punch you or show up just to mess with your head?"

you shook your head. "cant agree with the latter, but he didn’t punch me." you let out a lighthearted smirk. "we actually talked about what happened... the night we broke up."

karina didn’t seem shocked, almost like she’d expected this all along. she sighed again, long and heavy. "i don’t know if i can support you if you decide to go back to him. i’m just being honest. i don’t know if he’s someone you can trust."

you frowned. "what do you mean?"

she hesitated, lips parting like she wanted to say more but stopped herself. "just... keep your guard up, okay? please. and what about eunseok?"

the mention of his name made your chest tighten. no matter how hard you tried to avoid him, you knew you couldn’t keep running away.

"i’ll talk to him," you nodded. "i’ll try."

karina looked at you, her brows pinched as she tried to read deeper into your expression. there was no judgment in her eyes, just concern. the kind that comes from someone who’s picked up your pieces before and is terrified of watching them fall apart again.

you fiddled with the corner of your napkin, eyes darting to the half-full glass of water in front of you. "i know it sounds stupid… seeing him again. after everything."

"it doesn’t sound stupid," karina gently spoke. "it just sounds like you’re trying to understand something that maybe doesn’t have a clear answer yet."

you nodded slowly.

"and i get it," she added. "closure isn’t always clean. sometimes it’s messy and drawn-out and confusing." her hand squeezed yours lightly. "just don’t lose yourself in the process, ri. please."

you gave her a small smile. "i won’t. i promise."

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you met with eunseok later that evening.

after your lunch with karina, you went back to your apartment, trying to get some rest—but mostly, to collect your thoughts. the guilt was growing heavier the more you avoided facing it. when the sun finally dipped low enough, you made your way to the bar.

he greeted you like he always did, warm and welcoming. his eyes lighting up the second he saw you. he was wiping down a glass, but the sight of you made him pause mid-motion.

"thought i wasn't gonna see you today," he said, voice bright and relieved.

you returned the smile, though yours carried a weight. "how could i not show up?" you replied softly, moving to your usual seat at the bar. you slid onto the stool, your fingers curling lightly around the edge of the counter.

"what drink for tonight?" he asked, already turning to grab a tumbler.

"no-" you said quickly, stopping him with your voice alone. "i’m… not here to drink."

he paused, his hand hovering in mid-air for a second before slowly setting the glass back down. His brows furrowed with a touch of concern.

"sure…?" he said cautiously, tilting his head, trying to read you. then, with a sigh, he circled around the bar and took the empty stool beside you, giving you his full attention. "what’s going on?"

"it’s about… wonbin," you said.

at the mention of the name, his brows pulled together, and the light in his eyes dimmed into something more protective. "why? is that jerk bothering you?" he asked, already leaning in as though ready to act.

you quickly shook your head and reached out, your fingers brushing against his forearm in reassurance. "no, it’s not like that. we just... met. we talked."

that was half the truth. you didn’t add how it had become routine, how you'd been in his arms just this morning, or how your thoughts kept drifting between both of them in a loop. how you’d let wonbin hold you each night, only to wake in the comfort of eunseok’s steady warmth each morning.

eunseok’s shoulders relaxed slightly, his gaze softening as he watched your hand rest on his arm. "what did he say?"

"we talked about the breakup." so you told him every detail you could manage, repeating the same words from wonbin. when you finished, silence settled between you. eunseok’s eyes darkened—not angry, but disappointed. disappointed in someone else, for your sake.

"do you want him back?" he asked, hesitant.

"i—no. no, eunseok. i don’t know." you looked down, words spilling in a rush. "i didn’t mean to confuse anything between us. i’m sorry if i did. i’m just... lost."

he stopped you, his hand gently pressing on your shoulder. "hey, take it easy. you don’t owe me an answer right now."

you nodded slowly, and he gave your arm a soft squeeze. "but promise me something?" he added, more serious now. "don’t rush into anything. you don’t need to. i know what he did to you. and i don’t want to see that happen again."

his words reminded you of karina’s earlier ones. both of them so protective, so sure that this would only end one way if you weren’t careful.

"i get that you might think i’m just being protective or whatever," he continued, his voice lower now. "but if you’re asking me... i don’t want you going back to him."

you blinked at him, trying to read past his words. something felt off—but maybe they really just didn’t trust wonbin.

"i’m sorry,” you said againl. "you didn’t deserve to be put in this weird place.”

he smiled then—tired, but genuine. "i’ll take that as you like the way i treat you.”

you let out a soft chuckle through your nose. "yeah, i do."

"well," he said, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "i’m not planning on changing that anytime soon."

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even after eunseok went back behind the counter, you stayed.

you talked to him more about random things—music, the weather, the annoying regular who never tips. karina joined in from time to time, and so did the other staff you’d somehow grown comfortable with. you told yourself it was just a few more minutes, just a drink to pass the night. but really, you were just stalling.

eventually, you stood up, stretched your arms out, and checked the time. late, but not too late. you thought about going home, but your feet didn’t move.

wonbin had always been the one showing up. uninvited but never unwelcome. maybe tonight it should be you. maybe, you could show up for him. no reason, just to see him.

with that thought, you turned and began walking, refusing eunseok's persistent offer to drive you home. the streets dim beneath warm amber steetlights. when you neared his neighborhood, your steps slowed, anticipation bubbling in your chest.

but the moment you turned onto his street, you froze, stopping dead in your tracks. you immediately stepped back, heart quickening, pressing yourself against the cold brick wall of the building beside you as you peeked around the corner.

there, under the soft glow of the streetlamp just outside wonbin’s apartment building, stood him, and a familiar woman.

your eyes narrowed, brain recalling your memories until one snapped into place. you remembered her now. she was the woman karina served last night at the bar.

her long neat hair cascaded over one shoulder, and wrapped around her shoulders was wonbin's leather jacket. the one he used to wrap around you on cold nights.

she was smiling, eyes locked on him as he said something that made her smile. wonbin’s expression was soft in return. like acknowledgement. but something about it twisted in your stomach. not because it was a stranger’s look, but because you recognized it too well.

they weren’t touching. but the space between them was small. you leaned back against the wall, the breath leaving your lungs as if you’d been hit. your thoughts spiraled again. what he told you this morning, his voice, his words, the look in his eyes. were they just some kind of sick lies?

your fingers twitched at your sides as you stared down at the concrete in disappointment. you didn’t need to hear what they were saying. you believe you had seen enough. you had come here to see him. maybe even to talk, to ask. but now, your hope—ash.

so you turned away and really made your way back home.

[xiaoderyy]

[evnseokz]

꒰ ✎ how riize likes their head ꒱

[req: Love your writing, i feel connected to it. I’m curious, how do you think each member of riize likes getting their cock sucked?]

pairings: riize x reader

contents: descriptions of oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk

a.n: sorry for the delay on this request! i hope you enjoy <3

MINORS DNI

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quick and sloppy - sungchan and seunghan

i think seunghan and sungchan enjoy getting their cock sucked, quick, rough, and sloppy. they dont want you to take your time, they are just chasing after their own pleasure. most likely will end up with them just fucking your throat, but they let you attempt on your own first. would probably have a really dirty mouth. “give me your mouth,” “good girl, take it all.”

start slow, finish fast - wonbin and sohee

i feel like wonbin and sohee would try really hard to let you take your time but in the end would end up asking you to speed up. they are definitely head pushers so their hands are on your head or face at all times. they both are probably really whiny too, definitely beg you for more, while their cheeks are flushed red. “p-please dont stop,” “f-faster please!”

slow and steady - anton, eunseok, and shotaro

i get the feeling that these three really like for you to take your time with them. they want to feel every ridge in your mouth on their cock while you stuck them. anton and shotaro would be very vocal, but more with moans rather than words. eunseok on the other hand would make sure to praise you constantly. “fuck, you’re so good,” overall, these three like to savor the feeling of your mouth on them.

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[chlorinecake]

HURTS, DOESN'T IT? ✦ — 𝐉.𝐒𝐂 👾

▹ PAIRING: Boyfriend Sungchan x F. Reader

▹ SYNOPSIS: While at an arcade party to celebrate Halloween alongside your boyfriend and his friends, one random activity leads to another before you two find yourselves completely wasted and horny as fuck…

▹ WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, kissing, halloween themes, impact play, spanking kink, face slapping, giggly (but also very emotionally unstable) protected sex, exhibionism (public bathroom), ft. other kpop idols, mentions & consumption of alcohol, jealousy, that's about it

▹ WORD COUNT: 2.7k — DAY 9

T WAS SOMETIME during the second week in October when your boyfriend Sungchan got a text from his old college buddy about wanting to get in touch at some party.

The occasion was a fashionably early Halloween celebration at a local arcade where there’d be tons of food, good conversation, and entertainment.

Needless to say, the location choice was odd at best, but throwing a house party would’ve been much more expensive anyway.

And of course, knowing that the party could be an unfriendly zone for anyone in a relationship, Sungchan decided to take you with him as a date, both to stay out of trouble and because he didn’t want to leave you home alone that night.

“Babe, look at this,” Sungchan offered as you sat on the couch together, scrolling through a few pins from his Halloween costume Pinterest board. “Which one catches your eye?”

“Hmmm, that one,” you chirped with a smile, pointing to the photo that seemed easiest to recreate...

So, Sungchan ended up dressed as a basketball player and you as his cheerleader girlfriend, and everyone at the party absolutely adored your costumes.

It came to a point where you recall somewhere around 8 people asking to take a photo of you two by the time y’all actually got there, but I digress...

Considering this was a grown-ups-only party, there wasn't any candy or tricks involved, but there was a lot of booze and raunchy shenanigans.

Additionally, the arcade was a space strictly for adults, so you didn't have to worry about any little kids wandering the place or making a disturbing fuss, either.

“Ohhh, look what the cat dragged in,” your boyfriend’s clearly drunk friend remarked upon seeing you, who was ironically dressed as a tipsy-looking Jack Sparrow.

“This is my lovely girlfriend, _____.” Sungchan smiled awkwardly now, “____, Seonghwa... It’s time you two finally meet each other.”

“Nice to meet you, Seonghwa,” you offered as confidently as you could, shaking his hand while saying, “Thanks for having me, by the way.”

“Ahh, don’t mention it... You two lovebugs have fun now though,” Seonghwa slurred, all before stumbling away into the distance.

That’s when you felt Sungchan’s hand slip around your waist, pulling you close to him before whispering, “Is it just me, or are we currently too sober to enjoy this party?”

“No, it’s both of us,” you agreed with a painfully honest nod, making your boyfriend chuckle a bit as you both promptly made your way over to the drinks bar.

But since you step foot in the arcade, you feel like there is a second pair of eyes watching you aside from Sungchan’s, and you could bet on your grave that it is the barista running the bar.

“Hey guys! What can I get for the sexy player and his ditsy fangirl today?” She started sarcastically while annoyingly chewing on a wad of gum with her dark red lips, might I add?

“We’re actually a couple,” Sungchan answered before you could even get a word out, and fortunately so because you certainly didn’t have anything good to say to her.

“We’ll take whatever specials you guys are having tonight,” you began to say while glancing at the drink menu, but she had already helped herself to chatting things up with your boyfriend.

Right.

In.

Front of you…

Just from glancing at her name tag, you knew the skank went by “Samantha G” to most people, which only irritated even more once Sungchan nicknamed her “Sam.”

“You have such a bright smile,” she said, reaching a hand out to touch his arm. “God, and you’re strong,” she chuckled slightly before humming as if someone had just stuck a vibrator in her ass.

“Miss G, don’t forget that you’re hired to serve, not to swoon,” an employee from the back called out to her, and it was easy to hold back the laugh in your throat once Sam replied with:

“Oh, give me a break, Eunseok... Besides, with the outfit I’m wearing, I could easily get away with doing both.”

Gag me with a fucking spoon, you thought to yourself, feeling relieved to see Sungchan peeling that vipers grip away from his arm by her wrist.

“Serving and swooning?” Eunseok repeated with a look of cringe on his face, “You must be mistaking this job with Hooters.”

But nonetheless, Samantha lifted her chin proudly, ignoring his words as if her behavior right now was something to be proud of.

Eventually though, Eunseok got started on making your drinks while Samantha pretended to look busy.

Not wanting to cause any further confusion, you simply ignored her frequent glances towards you two, letting Sungchan pay the bill before walking off to enjoy yourselves.

And as the night continued, you and Sungchan helped yourselves to some pizza next, shooting hoops for a few rounds at the basketball game before eventually delighting yourselves to a Pac-Man tournament.

You obviously lost more than half of the rounds y’all played together, but only because you really needed to stop by the bathroom after all those drinks.

Sungchan cut the game off, returning it back to its default home screen before taking your hand and walking you to the ladies bathroom.

“I’ll be out in a bit,” you told him as you lazily kissed the apple of his cheek before waltzing inside, and he rested his back on the outside of the door, planning to wait until you were finished.

Though, you were starting to take a lot longer than promised, causing Sungchan to grow a bit suspicious...

So, being the rule-breaker that he often was whenever he drank too much, he walked inside the women’s bathroom, knocking on the stall door to see if you were okay.

And surprisingly, you weren’t in there throwing up your entire digestive system, so that concluded you fine for the most part...

The only issue was that your pussy wouldn't stop throbbing and leaking arousal all into your underwear, and even after trying to calm yourself down a few times, nothing was working—

“Baby, just let me in before some chick sees me standing here and assumes I’m harassing you,” Sungchan pleaded despite the calmness of his voice, impatient hands finding the pockets on his track pants.

“Fine, but I’m only letting you in if you promise to help me,” you pouted as if he could see you, and he let himself giggle at the whiny tone of your voice right now.

“Help you with what? Wiping yourself?” Sungchan teased, but all of that stopped once you opened the door to pull him inside.

“No, asshole… I seriously need you right now,” you whined again, and he kissed you, cupping your face in one hand and supporting the small of your back with another.

“I only did that to shut you up, by the way,” Sungchan muttered upon breaking from the kiss, turning back to open the door and leave. “Now let’s go back...”

“Channie, please…” You tugged on his arm.

“I’m not staying here in a women’s bathroom stall with you, ____,” he whisper-scolded.

“But I want you to be in here,” you went on, clinging to his arm like a koala in distress...

Sungchan sighed, finally closing the door back so you could stop whining. “Okay, baby, what’s all this really about... hm?”

You stayed quiet, only reaching inside the cup of your bra to pull out a condom packed in shiny blue foil.

“Baby,” Sungchan breathed out with a soft smile, finally realizing the true motive for your sudden change in behavior: “Why’re you letting that barista girl get to you?”

“I dunno, why’re you bringing her up?” You retorted, closing your hand around the condom you held, but Sungchan found your hand anyway, opening it back up and taking the condom himself.

“Because you’re obviously still bothered about how she was acting with me,” he returned, undoing his track pants while keeping eye contact with you, “and that’s okay... Even I get jealous sometimes.”

“I wasn’t jealous of that skank,” you correct him.

“Then what were you, baby?… Tell me…”

“I was... upset,” you admitted through a gulp once he freed his cock from his pants, and he was surprisingly somewhat hard already just from talking to you, “There’s a difference, y’know?”

“Sure... but what upset you?”

“That... that you just let her touch you and... and talk to you as if I wasn’t standing right fucking there,” you said with a frustrated tone, feeling your skin shiver at the sudden sound of him tearing the foil packaging before sliding the rubber over his tip and down his shaft.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way, then." Sungchan apologized, and either being too drunk to notice or even care that he was being sarcastic, you closed the space between you two, looking him straight in the eye with your own lust-filled ones.

And before you knew it, he had your back against the wall, fucking his thickness into your sopping cunt as you clung to his shoulders, eyes shut with overwhelming pleasure.

Given the crammed space in the stall, it wasn't very easy to move around in there, let alone with two fully grown people. Though, at least one benefit was that the arcade restrooms weren’t like the cheesy ones with zero privacy...

The stalls were fully sealed all around, almost like a closet with a toilet in it, and judging from the thick wooden walls, they were pretty soundproof too for the most part.

His hands gripped at your ass as pretty little grunts fell from his lips, and all you could hear in the back of your mind was Samantha’s irritating voice.

“K-kiss me,” you breathed out suddenly, and Sungchan did just that, finding your lips in his own as you kissed him passionately, trembling at the sensation of his hands spreading your cheeks as he held you tighter.

That’s when you took his lower lip between your teeth, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

“Fuck,” he swore as quietly as he could, and you released his lip, only because you wanted to see the pained look on his face as he kept fucking you.

“Why the hell did you bite me so hard, ____?”

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” You returned with a whisper, and he only hung his head, snickering to himself before looking back up to meet your eyes.

“You’re fucking crazy, y’know tha—ahhh...” His voice trailed off, but only because your walls kept clenching around him, your slick coating his entire pelvis now given how wet you were... though, your physical arousal didn't match your visible pleasure...

“Why're you holding your sounds in, huh?” Your boyfriend huffed, only to chuckle slightly at the docile look of sexual desperation overtaking your face now, “still trying to stay mad at me for no reason?”

“Even if I was, you're literally laughing at everything right now, so it'd be pointless,” you said with a surprisingly stable voice, only to tighten your jaw at how slow he was dragging his cock against your walls now, making you focus on every last inch of his length as he slid in and out of you, slow and steady...

“Stop that,” your voice came out strained, and you turned your face from him to hide how effected you truly were, but when his hands fiercely gripped at the sensitive flesh of your hips, you couldn't stop yourself from wincing.

“So bossy today,” he replied with a smirk, biting his own lip at the sight of your tough girl act crumbling before him.

“Go faster already, Sungchan,” you sighed with desperation, hating how he was delaying your release by going so slowly

“I'm sure Samantha wouldn't mind me fucking her at this speed,” he snickered, ghosting his hot breath right below your ear.

“The closest that bitch is ever getting to you again is in... in a dream,” you stammered out incoherently, but only because he was sucking on your neck now, surely leaving a mark as his hips finally picked up the pace.

“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you,” Sungchan mumbles through grunts in between kissing your flesh, making your eyes go in and out of focus the faster he pistoled his cock into you. “She’s probably waiting for me in the stall beside us... touching herself while she listens to us fuck... wishing it was her—”

Smack!

You slapped him clean across the face, cutting off his words with your bitter force, and you’re not sure if that’s what makes his eyes appear watery at first...

Though, maybe, it was the feeling of your snug walls sucking him back in that made him tear up a bit, and it didn’t help how you subconsciously rolled your hips against his, desperate for more friction.

“Feel better after doing that, angel?” Sungchan asked in a wobbly voice now, and you could tell he was getting close just from how pronounced his veins looked now, coupled with the additional saliva pooling in his mouth.

Before you could even answer, he was back to kissing you, and his skilled tongue, despite all the drama it had caused thus far, was making you feel so good right now...

The contact was so sloppy, and primal even, with his powerful hips pushing through their own stuttering as he chased his high, spanking the swell of your ass to get your attention.

“I asked you a question, didn’t I, baby?” He offered through his adorably labored breaths, still trying to get that reply out of you before y’all left the stall.

Smack.

His large hand hit your ass again, making you jump against the wall as the painful sting traveled throughout your entire body, part of it turning you on somewhat.

“Sungchan,” you panted, tracing the swollen part of his lower lip that you had bit earlier, and now you were starting to feel your eyes tear up, too, “I’m sorry, I... I don’t know what made me do that.”

“It’s okay, angel, we’re both drunk out of our minds right now,” his voice began with a weak giggle, just as his arms were starting to feel numb for holding you for so long.

Fusing your back with the wall, you were shocked to feel that Sungchan could possibly reach even deeper inside you, and it was only with a few more thrusts while coupled with the pleasured whimpers you finally let out for him that your boyfriend reached his climax.

“Fuck, baby... ahh... nghh... fuckkk,” a string of curse words spilled from your lips, but Sungchan covered your mouth almost instantly once he heard someone open the bathroom entry door.

“Mmm,” you hummed again, but he shushed you with a finger, hearing a stall open and close just a few feet away from you before their footsteps stopped.

And you couldn’t be more lucky that there was faint music playing from the speakers, provoking you and Sungchan to get back dressed as fast as y’all could while you still had a chance at doing so undetected.

Your feet hit the ground with a gentle thud once he released you from his grasp, and you both smiled at how ridiculous you both felt in this moment.

Slipping off his soiled condom, he discarded it down the toilet, pinning you against the wall to find your lips in yet another harsh kiss as he hummed softly, “We’re never going to a party like this again, right?”

“Agreed,” you said back, readjusting your cheer skirt and panties as your boyfriend slid his pants up, ruffling his hair a few times before finally opening the stall door to leave...

Both of your emotions were always like a rollercoaster whenever you got drunk. One second you were both a bunch of moody lug nuts, and then the next, you two were practically inseparable...

With your arm hooked in Sungchan’s, you rested your head on his stature as he led you out of the bathroom stall, and you weren’t all that surprised to spot Samantha there, wide-eyed and confused as you and him casually walked out together.

“Did you guys... Why were you both?... Wait…"   Samantha’s voice trailed off as she tried her hardest to get a coherent sentence out but failed nonetheless once Sungchan and you started giggling to each other before walking out the restroom.

And you’re certain the stall you two had just left reeked of body warmth and sex, but being too drunk to spare a care, you both waved everyone off before heading home, only to flat out crash on your shared mattress and sleep the night away while still wearing your costumes...

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✶ IN YOUR DREAMS, JUNG SUNGCHAN !

IN WHICH ⨳

You despise Sungchan for his seemingly effortless intelligence, charm, and annoyingly perfect looks. To make matters worse, he matches you in every academic challenge, fueling your fierce rage towards him. But beneath the surface of your competition, Sungchan harbors a secret: he’s been infatuated with you from the moment you arrived and only pretends to share your animosity.

STARRING. jung sungchan x female reader ( ft. riize + aespa , seon_uoo on ig as faceclaim )

GENRE. smau , academic rivals to lovers , grumpy x sunshine , etc.

WARNINGS. suggestive jokes , im the most unfunniest person ever , sungchan is a simp , yn has some serious issues but we're not gonna talk about those , lmk if there's more...

๑ NOTES FROM IRA !

sungchan loml. i just hope i get time to post all the chapters. i love this smau very much and im also so excited to write this! hope you enjoy it as much as i did! feedbacks + reblogs are highly appreciated. and i really want you guys to do that thing where after every chapter, yall send me asks about what you think of the characters, i really enjoy reading and replying to those.

SOUNDTRACK

CHAPTERS ᐢ..ᐢ

000. MANEATERS (EXCEPT ONE OF US HAS A BOYFRIEND) / NASTY NASTY FREAKS

001. ALL MEN ARE DOGS

002.

003.

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