could you do flirty!wonbin with an even flirtier reader for the ship dynamics pleek
[louder]. wonbin’s attraction is quiet. he doesn’t sing you praises about how your beauty shines brighter than the moon. he doesn’t whisper sweet nothings or drop pick up lines on you. “that’s boring,” he says. “there’s no fun in that,” he quarrels. but that doesn’t mean he’s unmoving when he likes someone— no. wonbin’s attraction is quiet, not nonexistent. it’s solemn, not dead. it permeates through the silence of eye contact across the room, lingering touches on your waist, nape, the top of your head, and sometimes—
“move over.”
there are two empty seats in the living room of sungchan’s condo, but wonbin decides to squeeze between you and the arm rest, knees bumping shoulders pressed against yours, and he simply graces you with a half-smile before feigning an air of unaffectedness as he scrolls through his phone, shotaro talking about something the background.
he’s scrolling through his phone but he’s not paying attention to the screen. he’s scrolling but his peripheral overtakes his vision— the way your fingers jitter when he adjusts his seating position, pressing closer. the way your throat bobs when he lets his head fall to your shoulder, scrolling and scrolling and scrolling.
“there’s an empty seat next to sohee,” you inform.
“oh, is that so?” he replies yet refuses to move. wonbin’s attraction is quiet but he doesn’t hide it. he doesn’t tell you you’re pretty but he sure as hell gives you looks that elicit the same effect, if not more.
the problem is— against his quiet attraction— yours is really fucking loud.
“if you keep using me as your pillow, i might end up getting the idea that you want to sleep with me, wonbin.”
the phone slips down from his hand and he nearly chokes on his own spit.
“watch your mouth,” he clicks his tongue, picking up the phone from his lap. “how inappropriate.”
you look like you’re about to laugh. wonbin forgets that loud sirens always eat up the murmurs of silence. that the fizzy bubbling of your laughter can decimate the quiet insinuations of his gazes and touches.
in other words, wonbin loses.
“ah, so you can eye-fuck me whenever you want and press against me however you like but i can’t tell you what’s on my mind? that doesn’t seem fair—”
“stop,” he hisses, cutting you off. your voice is low but jesus christ, if one of the others overhears, you two are never hearing the end of this. “shut up. stop talking.” his ears are flushed, and you look like you’re enjoying it.
wonbin’s attraction is quiet and yours is loud. when pitted against each other, there’s a clear picture of who wins and who loses.
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So in Bonelabs (VR game) every time you pass a level you get a new avatar- and uh-
I started laughing so hard I nearly peed myself
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