#wonbin x reader

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

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

other members: shotaro sungchan eunseok seunghan sohee anton

[strawbrryvyy]

hello dearest ivy (lmao) upon seeing that you do write about infidelity, i have something in mindddddd

cheating on bf wonbin for anton 👀👀

- 🐛 anon

His bestfriend -lcy

Pairings - Anton lee x fem!reader

genre-smut, angst

warnings- infidelity, reader is NOT the nicest

 His smile 

His smile illuminated the skyline below you , as you gazed holes into him. His posture, so straight, reminded you of the wall between the two of you and the rest of the world as the moon glowed so brightly.

His lips were soft. Softer than any you had every felt before.They were so plush and reminded you of home.

Home by definition is the place one resides permanently,Anton was your home.

You were constantly thinking about him,him and him only.His lips, his smile, his voice all paraded your head so freely that at this point “I wonder whats Anton doing’ wasnt a foreign thought.

“Doll?”his sweet sachharine voice broke your thoughts as you yelped slightly and looked up

“Yeah..?”

“You okay? Your quiet?” He was right. You were quiet. You were never quiet around him. Not when the only sounds ever heard when you two were together were the moans and groans of two people lost in the kind of pleasure that only felt real when it was just the two of you.

His gaze softened as he watched you, his eyes filled with a concern that melted your heart. The silence between you stretched, but it wasn’t awkward. It was comforting, like a warm embrace that didn’t need words to speak its truth.

“I’m fine,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, as you lifted a hand to rest gently on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. It was the only sound you needed to hear, grounding you in the present.

But Anton’s expression didn’t waver. He tilted his head, studying you like he could read every hidden thought behind your eyes, his fingers brushing against your cheek, his touch light but electrifying. “You sure? You’re acting distant,” he said, his tone soft but insistent.

You exhaled, a small smile playing on your lips. "I just… got lost in my thoughts," you admitted, feeling the weight of your emotions spill out before you could stop them. "I was thinking about us. About how perfect this moment is… how perfect you are."

His eyes flickered, and the intensity in his gaze deepened. Without a word, he leaned in, pressing his lips gently against your forehead, lingering there for a moment as if to reassure you that everything was okay.

“You don’t ever need to be distant from me,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m here. Always.”

“I-” Riiiiiing!Riiiiiing!Riiiiiing!

Fuck.

“Is it?”

“Yeah, it’s Wonbin…I’m sorry, I gotta take this.”

You tried your best to settle the nerves.Breathe in…Breathe out….Breathe in

“Just pick up the phone”Anton scoffed, his hair blowing in the hair that just made you stop for a minute before realising that in this reality Anton was not your boyfriend , he was the Bestfriend of your boyfriend who was currently probably batshit crazy about where you were resulting in the numerous calls.

“Hello?” you whispered into the device, hoping that by some miracle wonbin would get that your not alone and end the call.

“Baby…Baby its 1 am where the actual fuck are you?”his weary voice echoed , causing you to tense and flinch for a second before shakingly responding.

“God Wonbin, I’m just out”

“I know but-” 

You let out an annoyed grunt.Why the fuck did he have to act like Mother teresa, being all worried and shit.Why the fuck couldn’t he be rude and cruel and ugly and fuck…you were spiralling.He wasnt any of that.He was Park wonbin , the guy who tutored you in calculus when you were failing and was so shy asking you on a date because “you would never date a loser like him”

“Just….fuck sorry , dont worry …ill catch a bus or some shit” Anton laughed in the background.MAking you turn and raise your brows.

Shut the fuck up

“Oh…wait who was…baby was there someone-”

“Oh my God! Wonbin , can you stop and hear yourself ? We’ve been over this shit…It was Minjeong for your information …and shes calling me so”

“but…I thought Minjeong was at her-”

“Bye Wonbin!” Beep!Beep!Beep! The phone hung up as you tossed it into your purse.

 Anton’s laugh lingered in the air, a soft, teasing sound that seemed to echo louder than the silence that followed. You turned back to him, trying to shake off the lingering tension from the call, but it wasn’t easy.

"Minjeong, huh?" Anton teased, arching an eyebrow. "Guess I’m a girl with short blonde hair now ."

You rolled your eyes, still feeling the prickling annoyance from the conversation with Wonbin. "It’s just… I don't know. Why does he have to act like that? Always so worried, like I’m some kid he needs to babysit."

Anton’s expression softened as he closed the small gap between you two. His hand, warm and reassuring, found yours. "He cares about you," Anton said simply, his voice low and comforting. "Maybe a little too much, but it’s only because he doesn’t want to lose you.”

“Hes already lost me..to you toni”you let out a small whine as you began to press up against his chest.His toned muscles were so obvious, Thank the lord for swim practice.

Anton’s chest tightened as your words hit him like a quiet storm, but he didn’t move. Instead, he let out a soft breath, pulling you closer, if that was even possible. He could feel the heat of your body pressing against his, the way your hands seemed to gravitate to him like gravity itself.

“Doll,” his voice was hushed, as if he was afraid of saying something that might shatter the fragile moment. “I’m not trying to take anything from you, but I just want you to know... You don’t have to be trapped between us. I won’t make you choose.”

You bit your lip, feeling the weight of his words sinking deep into your chest. Anton’s presence, his touch, felt like the most natural thing in the world. The pull you felt toward him wasn’t just physical—it was something deeper, something that resonated in your soul. But you couldn’t ignore the fact that there was a life you had with Wonbin, a life that felt so different from the one you had with Anton.

Yet, as Anton’s thumb gently brushed over the back of your hand, all of that seemed to blur.

“You know,” Anton continued, his lips curling into that teasing smile you loved so much, “he’s probably losing his mind right now, isn’t he?”

You scoffed, leaning into his chest as you tried to quiet the churn of emotions that seemed to amplify every time he was near. "Wonbin’s always like this. He’s either worried or jealous. It’s exhausting."

Anton chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your ear. “Yeah, well… maybe he’s got a good reason to be jealous.” His words were gentle but packed with something that made you freeze. Was it possessiveness? Concern? You couldn’t tell, but it made your pulse spike.

You looked up at him, your heart pounding faster now. “What do you mean by that?”

He met your gaze, his smile gone, replaced by something much more serious, even if it was just a flicker in his eyes. “I mean…” He paused, hesitating just long enough for you to catch the change in the air, as if he wasn’t sure if he should say it. But then, as if the moment demanded it, his hand found the back of your neck, pulling you in just a bit closer, his breath mingling with yours. 

His lips pressed against yours, soft and warm, and everything else in the world seemed to fade away. The tension that had coiled between you two, the weight of your thoughts, the endless back-and-forth with Wonbin, it all vanished in that single, electrifying kiss.

Anton’s hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer, his body a solid, grounding presence against yours. You could feel the muscles in his arms flex as he held you, his lips moving against yours with a quiet intensity that made your heart race. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind as his kiss deepened, slow and measured, but full of unspoken emotion.

You broke the kiss, breathless, your forehead resting against his. The silence between you was thick with meaning. Your heart pounded in your chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to truly feel it—everything.

“Anton…” you whispered, your voice shaky as your hands traced the lines of his jaw, feeling the sharpness of his features. “N-need you..” you let out, embarrassment crawling up your skin as you batted your lashes at him.

Anton’s heart stirred at the sight.His (not his) girl wanted him , and he understood the craving.He was left with stars everytime you spent the night with him instead of his bestefriend , which to be honest happened WAY too often.

“Fuck..okay get inside” he whispered against you ears, the feeling of want consuming him entirely.

As you entered the living room from the balcony, he took a deep breath and stood, his cock twitched in his pants, straining against the fabric. Your smile grew wider as you laid on the leather sofa. The sofa Wonbin picked out. This was usually when alara,s started blaring, sirens started echoing pushing you to the cliff of “shit…what am I doing. 

You pushed the thought aside and shimmied out your shorts before spreading your legs slightly, giving him a glimpse of the wetness between your thighs. 

The sight was intoxicating, and he found himself moving towards you almost against his will, drawn by the promise of what was to come. You were a siren, luring him to his fate, and he was more than willing to follow.

When he reached ,  you  didn't say a word. Instead, You  leaned back in the sofa , offering yourself  up to him. He dropped to his knees, his hands shaking as he reached for your legs .

He slid them down h, taking his time to appreciate the smoothness of your skin, the way your hips curved into her thighs. When you  were naked before him, he couldn't help but stare at the beauty of your  cunt, already glistening with slickl. You were a delicate, pink flower begging to be plucked and enjoyed.

With trembling fingers, he reached out and traced the length of your slit, feeling the warmth and wetness of your desire. Your eyes fluttering shut, and she let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch. He felt a thrill of power, knowing that he could make you feel this way, that he could reduce this strong, confident woman to a quivering mess of need. He slid one digit into you, watching as you arched your back, breath hitching in your throat.

Your walls were  tight, clenching around his finger, and he knew you  were  close to the edge. But he didn't want to rush this. He wanted to savor every moment, to draw out your pleasure until you were left  begging for release. So he added a second, then a third, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had your hips rocking against his hand. In out.In out.In out.

“Ohh…fuck” you mewlwed trying to close your legs signalling  beginnings of your  orgasm.

“Fuck fuck fuck…ngh…toni..toni..fuck”

“I know baby…shhh…just my fingers” 

Your muscles tensed and breathing grew ragged. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste the  sweetness engulffing your pussy.

Your moans grew louder, body writhing in the chair, and he knew he had you right where he wanted . He picked up the pace, his fingers moving faster, pressing deeper. He could feel your wetness coating his hand,  warm  juices mixing with the slickness of his saliva. Her breath was coming in short gasps now, her eyes squeezed shut, and he knew she was about to cum.

With a final, desperate thrust, he felt you  clench around his digits,  body tightening as you  rode the wave of pleasure. You  let out a cry that was almost a scream, back arching off the couch , breasts thrusting upward. He watched, fascinated, as you  came, pussy spasming around his fingers, your creamy essence spilling out to coat his hand.

“O-oh fuck”

“So pretty Doll…so fucking pretty” he smirked.You looked up with a pout, still dazy as you eyed him, waiting for his next actions.

He leaned back and licked his fingers clean. The taste of you no matter how disgusting in relation,  was like nothing he'd ever experienced before: sweet and salty, a taste of pure, unbridled passion. 

He looked at you  in awe , his cock throbbing, and reached for his own pants, ready to show you just how much he appreciated you not just your cunt.

Ring!Ring!Ring!

“Fuck!” he  groaned .It was his phone this time.The ringtone depriving him of the pleasure he so greatly desired.The feeling of being buried deep inside your gummy tight walls felt so far so foreign as they slipped away with the ring of his phone.

‘Wonbin’ blurred into his eyes.Right. Your boyfriend, his best friend.

[lilbluustar]

moles

pairing— wonbin x fem!reader

wc 1.1k

content— soft angst, fluff, slow burn, emotional intimacy

warnings— mild sensuality / implied sexual tension, emotional vulnerability, mentions of physical touch (kissing, tracing skin, cuddling), wonbin being literally the softest human alive, lots of tenderness (no, seriously. it might melt you.)

note— lately wonbin just won't get out of my head and it's inspiring me too much, i love him so much….

the afternoon sun streamed through the window, warm and slow, as Wonbin shifted uncomfortably. he took off his hoodie in silence, as if still unsure, revealing his sleeveless shirt and, unintentionally, some secrets he didn’t expect would catch your attention so much.

it wasn’t the first time you saw Wonbin without a hoodie, but something about that moment made you stop. maybe it was the light. maybe it was the moles.

and you, with that gaze that misses nothing, give him a quick glance but stop when you see those moles. one subtle one on his arm, another near his stomach, which you noticed since his shirt lifted a little.

you can’t help it and softly but surely say: "i really like your moles..."

and that’s when he freezes. he blinks. looks down for a second, then back up at you. "my what...?" "your moles," you repeat, gentler. "there’s something about them… i don’t know, i just think they’re really cute."

and unexpectedly, he blushes. a real blush, deep, starting from his ears and spreading to his cheeks. he lets out a small nervous laugh and scratches the back of his neck. "no one’s ever told me that," he’d say, not really knowing where to look.

you can tell he’s not used to being admired in that kind of intimate, genuine way. because yes, he knows he’s handsome, but for you to notice those personal, quiet details… it throws him completely off.

and then he does the most Wonbin thing you could imagine: he moves closer, slowly, sits near you, and extends his arm. "do you… want to touch them?" he says, not looking directly at you, with the softest, most trembling voice you’ve ever heard from him.

you laugh, gently trace the mole with your fingertips, and he literally shivers a little. "don’t do that… you’re making me nervous," he’d say, half smiling, half wanting to hide behind the cushions.

but he doesn’t move away. Quite the opposite. he lets you keep touching, not saying another word, surrounded by that tender silence that only exists when there’s already so much trust. your fingers keep brushing the mole on his arm. it’s small, almost invisible, but you look at it like it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. and that… breaks him.

wonbin swallows hard. his eyes fixed on your fingers, then on your eyes. he stays quiet for a few seconds, but his cheeks still glow with that soft red that refuses to fade.

"why do you like them so much?" he asks in a low voice, almost a whisper, as if afraid of the answer. you smile and shrug. "because they’re a part of you. and i love everything about you… even the parts you think no one notices."

and him. HIM. he looks at you like you just threw a bucket of tenderness over him. literally. you leave him breathless. he stares with those big, dark eyes, and his lashes tremble just a bit. then, without saying anything, he leans in. slowly. insecure.

and you already know what’s coming, but your heart is racing so fast it feels like it might explode. his plump lips meet yours. soft. warm. shaky at first, then more certain. it’s not a movie kiss or a rushed one. it’s an honest kiss—one of those that says more than a thousand words.

and when he pulls back, just a little, his forehead rests against yours. he closes his eyes for a moment, like he needs to process what just happened. "sorry," he murmurs, "i didn’t know if i should…"

"don’t apologize," you reply, still smiling. your hands reach up to his face and caress his cheeks. he sighs, closing his eyes fully this time. and he leans into you. like your lap is his safe place. and you hug him. and he, with his strong arms, holds you with a gentleness you didn’t know he had.

you stay like that. the room in silence. your breaths meeting in that calm space between you. and he whispers: "i feel so good with you… it scares me." and you just hug him tighter, no need to say anything. because everything’s already been said.

you’re still hugging. your head on his chest. wonbin’s heart beats fast—so fast you can hear it in your ears. and he says nothing, just… slides a hand down your back, slowly, caressing you with the tips of his fingers. like he’s memorizing you.

"do you mind if i get closer?" he asks with that deep, soft voice, like he doesn’t want to break the moment. you shake your head, and he gently shifts to be on top of you, bracing himself on one arm, not crushing you but so close you can count his lashes. his gaze locks with yours. so intense. so deep. so yours.

he strokes your cheek, then slowly moves down your neck, tracing invisible lines that steal your breath. and his lips… brush against yours again, but he doesn’t kiss you yet. he just looks at you. like he’s waiting for permission. and you give it without words. you just close your eyes, lean in, and he understands.

the kiss this time is different. slower. More intimate. there’s no rush. just restrained desire, tenderness, and nerves tangled like his fingers with yours.

your hands wrap around him, and his back is warm, strong… but when your fingers brush that mole on his stomach, his body trembles slightly. he looks at you. bites his lip. "stop doing that…" he murmurs, with a smile half crooked, half defeated— "or i’m gonna lose control…"

but you don’t stop. and he lets out a soft laugh, like he can’t believe you.

and then the kiss deepens. hands moving up, down, exploring gently. lips on your neck, your collarbone. his breath growing more ragged against your skin.

until again, he pauses. rests his forehead on your shoulder, barely trembling. "if we keep going… i won’t want to stop." and his voice… sounds like a plea. like a confession.

"then don’t stop," you whisper.

but he hugs you tighter. covers you with his body, with his warmth, and murmurs: "i want to do this right. i want you to remember me as someone who cared for you, not someone who got carried away. i want you to give me your time. as much as you’re willing to give."

and you melt. literally. because… how could you not love someone who desires you with such tenderness and respect?

[ddodol]

addicted — p.wb

series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, titfreak bf!wonbin cameo, fem!reader, pet names, established relationship, taro's halloween party is still ongoing because i said so, aphrodisiac mentions, car sex, cowgirl because wonbin likes it, unprotected sex oops, ending is kinda sappy my bad. word count⭑.ᐟ 1.7k+

wonbin hated fighting with you, especially when he knows it’s his fault.

he had no idea you’d love the chocolate-coated strawberries he made for shotaro’s halloween party though, giving him a heated look after each bite. wonbin thought you looked adorable, as if you were about to eat him up.

you could still remember how sweet the strawberries tasted, the way its juices would dribble down his chin, eyes automatically flickering down his plump lips right before he crashed it onto yours. you could hear your heart beating faster, the pounding ringing in your ears as your body got hotter and hotter. you knew he felt the same, his words cut short the moment he stared into your eyes.

it felt like things escalated too quickly, finding yourself in the back of his car before you even knew it. your lips tingled before remembering that wonbin had been biting on it since earlier, brows furrowing at how it stung— though you also couldn’t deny that the pain was pleasurable.

"wonbin," you whispered softly, voice almost shaking. wonbin smiles at the sound of his name off your sweet lips, running his tongue through his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you once more. you moaned against his mouth, tasting the sweetness of the strawberry and chocolate on his tongue as he pressed it against yours. he pushed you down gently onto the seat, his hand roaming over the robes you had on while his other hand supported the back of your neck.

his hands were huge, leaving a blazing trail on your skin as he slipped them under the dark dress you had on. "do you mind if i take these off?" he asked meekly, almost stumbling over his words. “i promise i’ll keep you warm,” he quickly added.

you chuckled at his question, pulling him in before answering, "yes. you can do whatever you want with me." you could've sworn wonbin's eyes twinkled, reflecting the streetlights right outside his car. he felt warm, relieved that you trusted him enough to let him do as he liked despite your earlier argument.

"fuck— you have no idea how happy that makes me," he groaned, hands quickly pushing your costume aside. you decided to do the same, electricity coursing through your veins as your bare skin grazed his. soft sighs escaped your swollen lips, shuddering as the discarded articles of clothing fell down the floor of his car. you decide to return the favor, eagerly pulling on his shirt. wonbin chuckles, pressing kisses on your neck as you helped undress him.

it’s been a while since you felt this giddy, almost as if you were experiencing each other for the first time despite being together for years now. you could’ve sworn something was in those chocolate-coated strawberries that made you like this, but the desire to have him right then and there was too strong to continue that line of thought.

"how do you want me, bbin?" you ask breathlessly, vision almost spinning from how desperate you were feeling. wonbin gives you a sly smile, easily lifting you up to switch positions. he sat you on his lap, cock poking at your stomach, making you giggle. he always loved seeing you on top of him, mesmerized with the way you chased after your own pleasure. you knew this was his way of letting you have your fun, perhaps his own way of making it up to you as well.

you reached down to hold his cock, his face contorting in pleasure at how warm and soft your hands felt. "baby," he mumbles, letting out sharp gasps while he throbbed against your hand. wonbin made no effort to stop you, easily finding pleasure in the way your hands moved, a quick relief even.

he let out a soft whimper when your hands stopped moving, staring at you with heavy lidded eyes, a small pout forming on his plump lips. "if you keep teasing me, i won’t go easy on you anymore,” wonbin put his hands on top of yours, helping you guide his length against your entrance. you grinned mischievously, placing your arms around his neck.

”you can’t threaten me like that. i’m still upset at you, remember?” wonbin winced slightly, hands now gripping on your waist as you sunk down on his cock without warning, a drawn out curse leaving his lips. he was at your mercy, desire rushing through his veins and clouding his mind the more you swallowed him up.

"you sure you're upset? i'm not getting any of that right now," he whispered, whimpering at how warm and perfect you felt on his cock. wonbin's moans were sweet, sending shivers down your spine at how addicting it was to hear.

“baby,” you spoke softly, cupping his face with one hand, “you sound so sweet right now, i could almost eat you all up.”

wonbin panted softly, trying to ground himself the best he could. he knew you liked taking your time, the complete opposite of him, and the way your walls hugged him was driving him insane. even the way you kept cooing at him was enough to keep him going— hell, he was inching closer to his release even as your hips rolled oh-so slowly against his.

you bit your lip, watching as wonbin’s face flushed up, eyes burning with pure desire. you were sure you looked the exact same right now, both of your bodies responding to each other out of the raw need for stimulation. wonbin threw his head back over the headrest, hands placed on either sides of your waist, occasionally gripping down on you as you moved.

you started to bounce on his cock, starting to feel more desperate. shallow, but it was enough to send the two of you into a frenzy. wonbin’s moans began to get louder, cursing and praising you in the same sentence. you found it amusing, walls fluttering around his cock in appreciation.

a mix of both your whimpers and moans filled wonbin’s car, along with the almost rhythmic creaking as a result of the excruciatingly slow pace you set despite how needy you felt. impatient, wonbin let out a small groan, picking his head back up to look down at where you two were connected. “you feel so fucking good— fuck,” he moans, brows furrowing as he watched you coat his cock with your juices with every shallow bounce.

”just a bit faster, baby, please? fuck, this is driving me insane, y/n.” wonbin stared at you with huge, glossy eyes, begging to be put out of his misery— “let me cum, baby. i know you like that. let me give it to you, yeah?”

god, he just always knows how to mess you up even more.

your walls clenched down on his cock at the mention of getting filled up, head clouded with thoughts of making a mess, something you’re both passionate about. you let out a whine, bouncing way more eagerly. “wonbin,” you felt light-headed, feeling his cock hitting you deep inside.

wonbin’s hands and mouth began to roam around as you finally picked up the pace, hands busy prying your thighs open while his lips latched onto your flushed skin, leaving marks all over as he moaned your name. one of his hands went higher, grabbing your tits with a soft sigh. his mouth followed after, gently grazing his teeth before licking over the goosebumps that popped up your skin.

you cried softly, gripping on his hair as wonbin began to suckle on your nipple. “fuck, baby,” you whine breathlessly, hips stuttering against his. wonbin moans against your skin, hand cupping your other tit as it bounced in his hand, sending shivers down your spine.

your body felt hot, more of your arousal coating wonbin’s length as your hips move tirelessly. a thin layer of sweat coated both your skin, car windows starting to fog up and the rhythmic bounce made your little affair obvious to anyone passing by.

you leaned forward, moaning as your walls clenched down on wonbin’s cock. you rested your head against his neck, rolling your hips as you ride out your high. wonbin winced at your tightness, his release shooting deep inside you soon after. wonbin let out a low groan, throwing his head back over the headrest, hands gripping tightly on your hips.

”fuck,” wonbin whispered, chuckling softly. his cock was still twitching and hard, groaning at how he was already eager for another round. he ran his hands over your curves, massaging you gently before raising his head to look at your face. he chuckles, gathering your messy hair into a ponytail, seeing how flushed your cheeks were despite the darkness.

wonbin could tell you felt the same as he does, smiling widely. he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling you in for a kiss. it started slow and messy, both of you still reeling from your earlier orgasm. wonbin deepened the kiss, one hand cradling the back of your neck while the other pressed your hips down against his.

you bit his lower lip, slightly tugging on it as you pulled away. you met his heated gaze, the corners of your lips curling up. wonbin glanced down, smiling at you.

“i know you want more, y/n,” he whispered against your lips. wonbin’s eyes twinkled, staring into your eyes in anticipation.

your body was starting to cool down. the mysterious effect from the chocolate-coated strawberries you both ate earlier began to wear off, your head feeling clearer and muscles starting to ache now that you were still, but you also had the desire to keep going.

you sighed, a chuckle escaping your swollen lips. “you got more of those chocolate strawberries back at your place?” wonbin laughs at your poor attempt at flirting.

”you’re lucky we’re already dating,” he whispered, a smile plastered on his face as he admired you, “and that i find you extremely adorable.”

"so is that a yes?" wonbin chuckles at your question, leaning in to capture your lips for a quick but sweet kiss, almost defeating the sweetness of the chocolate-coated strawberries you both had earlier.

he pulled away, sighing contentedly. "you know i'd say yes a thousand times over as long as it's you."

[hrtfelt4u]

heartstrings. | wonbin park.

032. alias.

(ignore timestamps unless stated otherwise)

author’s note: guys i made leehan a bad guy sorry to my onedoor fans out there it had to be done

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[wonhes]

ᝰ. BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS WITH WONBIN ☏ !!

WARNINGS !! mentions of alcohol consumption, hooking up, suggestive if u squint and tilt ur head to the side and tilt ur phone to the other side, and some cursing 😺👍

[2i1han]

chapter 2 : "you shouldn't be here"

𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 | park wonbin

pairing : wonbin x reader / reader addressed as heo sori

genre : heavy romance , angst , mature , drama | wc : 9.5k

synopsis : 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.

warnings : adult themes , toxic rs , 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 , nevertheless / night off

the first week after the break-up with wonbin, you went into full self-destruct mode. you didn't just shut down—you detonated. pressed that invisible red button inside you and let the pain take over your life like a nuclear blast. you obliterated everything that once made you feel whole.

instead, you isolated in regret and alcohol, breathing in guilt and exhaling anger. words flew out of your mouth like knives. sharp, uncontrolled, and cruel towards anyone who dared to check in. the worst part? you didn't even recognize yourself anymore. you did things you used to fear other people for doing—drinking cheap alcohol before noon, lashing out, staying inside with curtains blocking off sunlight, ignoring every knock on the door, every message, every reminder that the world outside still revolved without him. and the job you once said you'd die doing? gone. you quit being a florist. leaving it behind like it was nothing, like it didn't once define you more than any man ever did.

everything around you turned to ashes. karina visited every morning only to be greeted by the same nightmare: bottles scattered everywhere, stale air, you curled at the edge of your bed, wasted. she'd clean the apartment in silence, cook you breakfast you barely touched, and every single day you'd wake up angry at her for coming. you'd yell, say awful things you didn't mean, only to break down moments later, apologizing, sobbing into her arms like a broken child.

in all honesty, you would've gone clinically insane if it weren't for her. she saved you from disappearing into yourself. she was your anchor when you couldn't even recognize the ocean you were drowning in. she even almost paid wonbin a friendly visit—ready to rip him apart with every word she had—if only you hadn't drunkenly begged her not to.

and as for wonbin, you didn't know what became of him. didn't know if he hurt the way you did. didn't know if he missed you, or if he even looked back. but if there was any comfort left, it was this: he wasn't spared from the wreckage either.

the night you left him, he stormed into his studio like a madman. the girl he was with— someone irrelevant, someone disposable, said something, but he didn't even hear it.

"just get the fuck out!" he snapped, veins sprouting on his neck as his fists clenched at his sides.

she didn't argue. just frantically grabbed her things before storming off the studio in fear. and after that, he collapsed onto the couch, face buried in his hands. the room was dark except for the red glow of his desk lamp.

he didn't show up for the annual city exhibition—an event he'd never skipped before. he didn't pick up a camera for two whole weeks. he drank alone in silence and let himself rot from the inside out. his friends tried to check on him, tried to get through. but wonbin was full of thorns, and after you left, those thorns only grew sharper.

━━━

"come on... please give me that," karina tried to coax the bottle from your hand as you sat slumped, groggy on the floor.

your eyes fluttered, bleary and fuzzy. "no. no, just let me—just one more…"

but she didn't let go. she held your wrist, her fingers cold against your feverish skin. "you're not you when you're like this."

you resisted. your grip tightened like a stubborn dog with a bone. but eventually, you gave in. fingers loosening around the bottle.

karina slowly took it from you and placed it on the table, far out of reach, before sitting beside you. the moment her body met yours, you collapsed into her shoulder, the weight of everything crashing down again.

"i regret it, rina…" you cried, voice cracking and soaked in guilt. "i got carried away. but i never wanted him to turn out like that… i know he loved me. i'm sure he did…"

karina didn't scold you. didn't tell you how stupid you sounded, though she easily could have. she just wrapped her arms around you and held you close, like a sister who refused to let you sink any deeper.

because if things weren't so fucked up, she would've slapped you just to knock some sense into your brain. but she knew better. she knew pain like this couldn't be shaken off. it had to bleed out on its own. and she's sure that when the storm passed, you'd come back to yourself. you just had to survive it first.

and she was right, because a month later, you started showing up again. ate full meals, replied to texts, even apologized to the friends you'd lashed out on. they forgave you, some hesitantly, some wholeheartedly. but the one who never left—karina, remained constant.

things weren't still okay, but they were less terrible. the two of you began hanging out again—short walks, quiet dinners, anything to remember that the world still existed outside of your grief. that you still existed outside of him.

you found yourself applying in for a new job but not at the flower shop anymore. now, it was a small, tucked-away restaurant just across the street from your apartment as a waitress. a humble place with warm lighting and laminated menus, the kind of establishment that stayed quiet until meal periods hit. you wore a plain black apron over your uniform, a pencil behind your ear, and your name clipped to your chest.

it wasn't your dream job. not even close. but it was far enough from the little flower shop with the creaking wood floors and sun-kissed windows. far enough from where you met wonbin. far enough from him.

you didn't love the job, but you didn't hate it either. there was comfort in the routine. wiping down tables, refilling glasses, scribbling down orders—it all gave your hands something to do when your mind wanted to wander too far. it let you breathe comfortably. a distraction that didn’t ask too much of you. a simple mercy in your healing.

wonbin had been a turning point in your life—maybe not a good one, but a loud one. you used to be delicate. graceful. people used words like soft and modest to describe you, the kind of woman who wore light colognes that smelled like powders and smiled at strangers without thinking. but after him, you spoke less. there was something quieter in you now, something more guarded. maturer, maybe, but also muted.

karina and her friends from the bar had noticed. they had always been a little rowdy, a little too loud for your old self. but now, they were the only ones who didn't ask questions when you started showing up again—more frequently this time, usually after your morning shifts ended.

back then, you would walk into the bar in your signature pastel dresses—flowy and elegant, with your long hair woven into braids down your back. you'd order a juice mix and sit by the far end of the bar, legs crossed, sipping slowly and watching karina's group laugh too loudly.

now, you enter through the side door in muted tones—casual jeans, gray turtleneck sweaters, your hair slightly shorter from an impulsive night that left strands all over the bathroom sink. you tied it up into a messy ponytail each time you went out, your overgrown bangs swept and tucked behind your ears, a habit now. no more lip gloss. no more pastels. you didn't want to draw attention. just wanted to blend into the world around you.

you sat closer to the counter now, sometimes beside karina, sometimes alone. you ordered cocktails now. light ones. sometimes a strong spirit. never enough to lose control—but just enough to stop thinking.

the change wasn't subtle. it clung to you like a new scent and a new makeup. and you assumed naively that no one really noticed, or if they did, they didn't care.

but there was one person who you thought didn't pay you any mind. at least, not until recently.

he was always there, somewhere in the periphery. he never really talked much, mostly busy with his own crowd or his phone, always nursing a bottle of liquor or fiddling with the playlist behind the bar's bluetooth speaker. you always thought he didn't pay you any mind. just someone mutual.

he began offering small things. a coaster under your drink when you forgot. a quick "you okay?" after your third. one time, when your fingers trembled slightly reaching for your phone, he pushed a glass of water toward you without a word.

it wasn't much. but it made you look at him differently. and maybe, he had been looking at you differently, too.

as you began revisiting the bar more often, it wasn't just the drinks and distraction that kept you coming back. it turned into your whole safe havem, the warm lights, the tunes old r&b playing through dusty speakers that you once disliked—and eunseok's calming presence that somehow makes you feel like you.

he rarely spoke beyond a casual nod or a raised brow when you passed by. but now, it seemed like the silence between you had started to shift. you noticed how he'd lean a little closer when he spoke. how he lingered near your side of the counter more than usual.

━━━

the bar was dim and half-empty, the scent of stale beer and cherry smoke hanging in the air. karina and her friends were scattered around, some laughing over a lazy pool game, others leaned against the bar counter scrolling through their phones or sharing a smoke out back.

you sat side by side with eunseok at the bar. your drink—whiskey sat in your hand, neglected as condensation slid down the glass and left a ring on the marble counter.

"i'm sorry about… what happened," eunseok said softly, his voice just enough to sound sincere, not pitying.

you let out a short, dry chuckle, swirling the ice with a clink. "that's nothing. let's just not talk about it."

he nodded quickly, shifting in his seat. "right. my bad," he said with a sheepish chuckle, slapping his palms gently on his jeans. you mirrored the gesture unconsciously, the fabric of your turtleneck brushing against his arm as you adjusted your posture.

there was a small pause. then eunseok sighed, leaning his elbow on the counter. he rested the side of his face against his fist and turned to look at you, eyes scanning your face for a second.

"you've changed."

you rolled your eyes, smiling. "tell me about it."

"no, really." he shook his head slightly, hair falling over his forehead. "you look like an adult now."

that made you laugh lightly, real and unguarded as you threw your head back. "well, maybe because i am an adult?"

eunseok smirked. "yeah, but like... the kind of adult who looks like they've been through stuff. the life-is-hard-and-i-pay-my-own-bills kind."

you snorted, eyes narrowing as you took another sip of your drink. the alcohol burned a little less with the ice watering it down. "is that an insult or a compliment?"

"i'm actually insulting you," he deadpanned with a playful glint in his eyes.

"wow. that's life-changing," you replied, laughing again as his smile widened.

behind you, karina paused mid-shot at the pool table, her eyes flicking toward the two of you. she didn’t say anything right away, but you could already feel it—her smirk, her teasing whispers to the others that would eventually find their way to you later.

she'd been picking up on it for weeks. the slight changes. the way you and eunseok gravitated toward each other in the room. how your conversations stretched longer. how your laughter around him became less polite, and more genuine.

and if you were being fully honest with yourself, you liked it. you liked how he made you remember the tenderness you once lived.

he was kind, but not overly so. emotionally aware without making it a performance. he carried himself carefully, spoke like he meant every word, and somehow always made space for yours. he's balanced and well-kept. and, something you hated to admit—he was everything wonbin wasn't.

even if the shade of eunseok's blonde hair that resembled wonbin's sometimes knocked the air from your lungs. you never said it aloud. not to him nor to anyone. because the difference between the two of them wasn't in the hair. it was in the way eunseok listened. in how he didn't make you feel like a beautiful thing meant to be admired and then left behind. in how he answered. and how he eventually dyed his hair to black, probably noticing how your face would turn cold whenever he'd catch you looking at his head. and his reason when you asked was "my roots were growing."

considerate, and attentive.

━━━

sitting on your sofa, one foot up on the cushion, your loose pajama pants hanging past your heel, you clutch a can of beer so tightly that the metal bends slightly under your grip. the television flickers in front of you, playing some movie you picked at random. but right now, it’s just moving images and background noise. your mind is travelling somewhere, yet still vaguely aware of the plot happening on the screen.

the rain outside was relentless, drumming against the windows like tiny angry fists, the wind howling through the cracks of the apartment, but it only made the silence feel heavier. you could feel the chill of the air creeping into your bones, the isolation seeping in with it.

It had been a while since you'd felt this kind of loneliness. back then, you'd reach for your phone, dial wonbin's number, and no matter the time or the weather, he'd be here. he'd come running, arms open wide, ready to pull you close and wrap you in warmth. but that was a long time ago. the version of him you'd known and loved was long gone.

you thought briefly about calling karina, maybe asking her to swing by, but then you stopped yourself. it was midnight, and she was probably already asleep, or out with her own crowd. she was always somewhere, doing something. and the rain outside didn't help. you weren't in the mood to feel like a burden.

you let out a heavy sigh, tossing your phone onto the couch, but the emptiness in the room still didn’t shift. you forced yourself to focus on the screen, on the movie that made little sense now, but you tried to pay attention anyway.

a few minutes passed, the rain still thrashed. you turned back to your phone, fingers tapping absentmindedly across the screen, scrolling through contacts. the name that lingered the longest was eunseok's.

the thought of reaching out to him made your stomach twist. you fought with yourself hard. you didn't want to seem needy, didn't want to be that kind of person. "it's weird for a friend to ask her male friend in the middle of the night, during a storm... just for what?" you murmured under your breath.

your mind raced with the memories of how easy it used to be to just be alone, to enjoy your own company without feeling like something was missing. but ever since you'd met wonbin, that had all changed. he'd left you with a dependency—an unbearable feeling of needing someone around, in short, you're corrupted.

and the thought of reaching out to eunseok felt like a betrayal to your own boundaries. it was stupid. it wasn't like you had any right to ask him for anything, so you discarded the idea, biting your lip in frustration, and lifted the can back to your lips.

you let the bitter fizz of the beer melt your tongue, but before you could take another sip, the doorbell rang.

your head turns toward the small hallway before your doorway. it's midnight. the rain outside is brutal, pounding against the pavement. who the hell would be here at this hour?

setting your beer down, you push yourself off the couch, the floor cold beneath your bare feet as you make your way to the door. peering through the peephole, you froze, eyes widening, as your breath catches in your throat.

you breath in. hand brushing up slowly against the cold, metal door knob. eyes down as you looked left and right. you contemplated, and panicked if you should open the door, but still, you turned it.

the door creaks open, and you're greeted by the sight of wonbin's miserable figure.

he stands there, drenched, rainwater dripping down the strands of his now long, black hair, trailing over his sharp jaw, his lips, his throat. his gray tank top clings to his skin, soaked through, outlining the toned muscles beneath. his sweatpants are just as drenched, hanging low on his hips. his arms hang limply at his sides, fists trembling. his eyes, red-rimmed, glassy, filled with something hollow—are staring right at your door.

wonbin lifts his head slightly at the sound. his gaze meets yours, and for a moment, neither of you move. neither of you breathe. you don't know if the wetness on his cheeks is from the rain or his tears. maybe both.

"what's going on?" you mutter, voice slightly broken, still taken aback by the face you haven't seen in two months.

wonbin's right foot shuffles forward. a small, almost hesitant movement, and instinctively, you step back. your fingers tighten around the doorknob. he notices and stops. then, after a pause, he fully lifts his head, his long hair draping down his face, rainwater sliding from his lips to his chin.

"sori..." his voice comes out weak, trembling. "i miss you."

his lips twitch, "so fucking much..." and you watch as his eyes visibly well up again. this time, you know for sure that it's not just the rain.

and, everything comes crashing back down on you. all the feelings you thought were gone, faded, forgotten—they all come flooding back in one suffocating wave.

you want to tell him you miss him too. that you've ached for him. that your nights and mornings have felt like endless voids without him. that no matter how much peace you've gained, it never replaced the way he made you feel.

but you know better. you know this is a terrible mistake. so despite the temptation, the pull of him, you stand your ground.

"you shouldn't be here," your voice is firm but it faltered. you avoid his eyes. "go home."

and without a second of hesitation, you move to shut the door.

but just as the wood is about to meet the frame, wonbin presses his hand against it.

you jolted. his palm is flat against the surface, veins and tendons straining under his hand. his eyes, burning with something so intense—stay locked on yours. his swollen lips part slightly.

and instead of fighting back, you stupidly hesitated. you knew you'd curse yourself in the morning, but it's like every rational cells in your body had long left, and you've lost your ability to think critically. so, your grip on the doorknob loosens, and wonbin sees it.

in one swift motion, he pushes the door open aggressively, closing the gap between you. wonbin reached for your neck as your back hits the wall. then, slamming the door shut behind you.

the cold rain that glossed on his lips sent goosebumps all over you. its chill immediately cooling the heat of your kiss. the droplets falling from his nose traced paths down your cheek, mingling with the warmth of your tears, which slipped through your closed eyelids like fragile glass shards.

his kiss was burning, as if it held every ounce of regret, need, hunger. there was desperation to it, urgent and wild. each time your teeth clashed, each time his tongue slid deeper into your mouth, you cried—not just tears, but something deeper and raw. it felt like drowning. you had fought so hard for two months to move forward, to bury the memories, to pretend you were better off without him. but none of it mattered now. the moment he appeared at your door, drenched in rain, everything you had fought for went down in shambles.

you clung to his damp shirt, the fabric slipping between your fingers as your hands shook. his right hand left your neck, trailing down your spine in slow motions. his touch was gentle, like he knew every inch of your body, every curve, every sensitive place. he guided you effortlessly, pushing you backwards through the room, making his way toward your bed. his lips never leaving yours.

his touch was ice-cold against your skin, but it left a burning trail in its wake, as if he was reminding you that he could still make you feel something, even after everything. you felt his hands travel down to your waist, and your body instinctively responded, arching toward him.

"he smells of alcohol," you thought. he smelled the same. that familiar, musky scent of whiskey and cigarettes.

as his hands lifted his damp shirt from his torso, leaving his skin exposed to the night air, your heart hammered harder in your chest. but he's not the same. he wasn't the man you had once known.

he was alcohol now. you could taste it on his lips, on the tip of your tongue. every taste of him pulled you back, drowning in memories of how sweet and caring he was. how he used to hold you when the world felt too heavy. but with each clash of your teeth, each fierce, desperate kiss that almost made your lips bleed, you were reminded of how painful it was to love him despite the good times.

his hands, cold as ice, cupped your cheeks, and it felt like they were burning and freezing all at once. your skin prickled contrast to the warmth flooding your body. you felt the chill of his touch crawl down your neck, tracing down to your soft, fragile arms, then sliding lower, to your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt. his touch was possessive now, as though reminding you that even if you had moved on, even if you had tried to let him go, he still had a hold on you.

he shouldn't be here. he had no right to come back, not after everything. and yet, your body betrayed you. you let him push you back onto the bed, his weight settling above you as his lips found yours again, more frantic, more desperate than before. you could feel the wetness of his clothes pressing against the sheets, the rainwater seeping into the fabric, staining your once-perfect bed. but none of it mattered.

you couldn't keep track of how many minutes had passed—if it had been ten, thirty, or even a full hour. time had dissolved, like you were suspended in a void where nothing existed except you and wonbin. you were bare beneath him, all skin, shivering from the cold, yet burning. his skin, damp and chilled from the rain, pressed against yours.

his lips traced your shoulders, your arms, the inside of your palms, your stomach, your thighs. each kiss felt like a contradiction—both searing and icy, tender and rough. they pressed into you like balm, as if he was kissing each part of you he had once left bruised. it was like running cold water over a burn. painful at first—but relieving in a way that still stings.

at some point, everything blurred. you didn't know when or how it ended. you didn't know if there were more kisses, more words, or just the quiet collapse of two bodies seeking comfort in the only way they knew how. all you remembered was how your skin felt against his, like puzzle pieces briefly falling back into place before breaking apart again.

when morning came, it felt surreal. you woke to silence. no sound of breathing beside you, no trace of warmth, only the weight of the blanket covering your bare skin. you blinked up at the ceiling, still hazy, questioning whether it had really happened or if your loneliness had finally crafted a dream so vivid it tricked your body into undressing itself in your sleep. but when you turned your head, you the faint depression on the mattress beside you, still slightly damp.

wonbin had been there. his warmth hadn't been a dream. he had returned, if only for a night. that realization should have made you smile, should have filled some hollow part of you. but instead, it made you feel worse.

you swallowed the lump forming in your throat, willing your eyes not to spill over. you sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to your chest. your palms pressed into the cold, damp sheets where he laid. then you let your fingers trace your own arms, remembering the trail of his fingertips, the way they burned into your skin. but no matter how much you tried, you couldn't recreate it. nothing could. you weren't made like him—jagged, sharp, dangerous. you were soft. and soft never left scars the way he did.

you sighed before slipping off the bed. then, you dragged yourself to the shower, letting the water rinse the dirt off your body. you dressed in a new sweater and pants.

you stripped the sheets from your bed, standing there for a moment, unsure. should i wash them? should i keep them? or just throw them away? still, you kept them. tossed it into the spinner, pouring in more fabric softener than necessary, desperate to drown out the smell of his perfume and alcohol. but even as the machine spun behind you, you knew nothing could really wash him away.

━━━

you went straight to karina's apartment. it was still early but your feet brought you there before your mind could stop you. you figured she'd either still be asleep or just barely stirring from slumber. and when you entered, keying in the passcode she'd long since entrusted you with, it turned out to be somewhere in between.

the blackout curtains swallowed every sunlight, cloaking the room in a faux evening. her studio apartment mirrored yours in layout, but the feeling was different. neon signs blinked against the walls, casting hues of violet, blue, and warm pink across the space. led strips ran under shelves and along the ceiling.

she lay sprawled on her sofa bed. limbs dangling off the edge, hair a mess over her pillow. you placed your bag gently on the couch, tiptoeing through the room before pulling out your phone to order breakfast takeout.

karina stirred a few moments later, groaning as she stretched, her back arching and her arms reaching up before slouching. she rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands, bleary and disoriented.

"good morning," you chuckled, rising from the couch and heading toward the light switches but not the curtains. you'd learned your lesson. the first time you visited and dared to open those blackout drapes, she'd scolded you like you'd committed a crime.

"the hell, you're so early today," she muttered, squinting at her phone screen. "seven? god."

you stood by the counter, fingers instinctively moving to prepare two cups of coffee.

you debated whether to tell her about what happened.

"i…" the word slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it. just one syllable, but it felt like you're already revealing too much.

karina looked up from where she was slouched, her gaze clearer now. she waited.

you didn't want to ruin the months she'd spent helping you patch yourself back together. you didn't want to invalidate the nights she spent holding you, or the mornings she coaxed you into eating when all you wanted to do was disappear. but lying to her felt worse. hiding the truth would rot inside you until it spilled out some other way.

you wished quietly and desperately for some kind of sign to tell you what to do. but none came.

the silence stretched longer. karina looking at you anticipatedly. you took a breath, deeper this time, your fingers tightening around the coffee mug.

"i… it's w—"

the doorbell rang cutting you off.

karina then blinked at you, the topic drifting away. "you expecting someone?"

you shook your head, seemed to forgot that you just ordered a breakfast. the doorbell rang again, this time more persistently.

you blinked, thinking until you finally remember the takeout.

"oh," you flinched, setting the coffee aside and brushing past the kitchen island. "i forgot i ordered food."

you opened the door and thanked the delivery guy with a tight smile. the plastic bag was warm against your palm, the aroma of rice, fried eggs, and meat wafted through the air as you set it down.

karina sat up fully by the time you returned, legs crossed on the sofa bed, hair tousled, a blanket pooling at her waist. she looked less groggy now. she didn't push as you unpacked the food on her low coffee table, setting the utensils and containers down.

you handed her the cup of coffee you brewed, and she took it with a grateful hum.

the two of you sat down in silence, knees brushing slightly beneath the table. you took a bite, chewing quietly.

karina's eyes stayed on you as she sipped her coffee, finally setting it down after a moment. "so…" she began, her voice soft but probing. "what were you gonna say earlier?"

your grip on the spoon loosened a little. you didn't look up, scared your eyes would give out.

you knew she wouldn't forget. karina wasn’t the type to let things slip easily, especially when it came to you. especially when it sounded like something important.

you forced a small, tired smile and shook your head. "it's nothing," you muttered, focusing on the rice instead. "i forgot."

karina didn't say anything at first. she simply looked at you for a while longer, as if waiting for your mask to slip, for the words you swallowed to surface on their own.

but when you held still, she nodded faintly, though her eyes gave out the worry that hid beneath her calm exterior.

"alright," she said eventually, turning back to her food. "let me know if it turns into something."

you offered a nod in return.

the conversation then shifted to lighter things. the new girl at work who wore mismatched socks. the overpriced lipstick karina bought during a late-night impulse scroll. you laughed with her. but inside, you still felt sick.

━━━

you were too lost in your thoughts to focus on work, so you sent a quick message to your manager, saying you were sick. then, you spent the entire morning at karina's place, hoping that being around her would shield you from the crushing weight of loneliness and the spiraling thoughts that had only intensified after last night. karina was more than happy to have you around, and when she headed to the bar for her afternoon shift, you followed her like a lost puppy.

as you entered the bar, the low hum of quiet chatter from early customers and the soft clinking of glasses instantly made you feel light. karina waved as she headed toward the staff room to change into her work clothes, leaving you alone at the counter. you took a deep breath and tried to distract yourself, but before you could settle into your thoughts, you heard the sound of eunseok's voice.

"you're too early today," he smiled, looking up from behind the counter as you approached.

you shrugged with a tired grin. "i don't feel like working today," you said, sitting on one of the tall stools. you propped your chin on your palm, gazing out at the shiny surface of the bar, the coolness of the marble beneath your fingers grounding you as eunseok started to mix a drink behind the counter.

"hm..." he hummed, eyeing you with curiosity as he worked. "that's new. did something happen?"

you paused, fiddling with the rim of the glass in front of you. for a moment, your mind raced. the last thing you wanted was to unload your emotions onto him, especially after everything that had happened. you bit your lip, debating for a moment, before settling on the safest answer. "no, just... i feel unwell, that's all."

eunseok raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. he paused, looking at you from behind the counter, his expression softening with a hint of concern. "hm, sure…" he murmured, though the skepticism in his voice didn't go unnoticed.

he slid a tall glass of lemonade in front of you. "here, have this. it's still a little early for liquor," he said, his usual friendly grin making an appearance. "and... sori?" he added, his voice trailing off as he turned his back to face the liquor shelf.

you took the glass, looking up as he called your name. eunseok's back was to you. you took a sip of the lemonade, before humming in response.

"don't be afraid to tell me if there's something bugging you," he said softly, his voice lowering just enough for you to catch it.

your eyes softened, locking eyes with him for a moment. you then gave a small nod, lips slightly pursed, your gaze drifting away as you fought to keep your thoughts from slipping out. "i won't."

eunseok smiled in understanding before he turned back to the liquor shelf. "i'll tidy up here, just finish that and i'll keep you company. it's pretty quiet right now, so no rush."

you smirked, your lips curling into a teasing grin as you twirled the glass in your hands. "okay, but be quick. or i might just dissolve into a puddle here."

eunseok chuckled softly. "i'll be fast, don't worry," he assured, making his way to the back to gather some cleaning supplies.

you sat there, elbow on the counter, cheek pressed to your palm, mind running again. the lemonade was almost gone, only ice and a few tart drops left at the bottom. you twirled the straw lazily, sneaking a glance at your phone. blank screen. no messages. of course. you had cut off all the ways for wonbin to reach you—deleted your old accounts, changed your number, what'd you expect? but some part of you still expected him to somehow appear again after what just happened.

you scoffed at yourself under your breath and took the last gulp of lemonade.

"you always drink like you're trying to win against the glass," eunseok teased lightly, returning to your side with a damp towel in one hand and a fresh glass of water in the other. he placed the water in front of you.

you lifted your eyes and smiled, a little lopsided. "well, i don't like losing."

"i can tell." he chuckled, folding the towel neatly and tucking it under the counter. then he leaned on the bar next to you, keeping a respectful distance—but not too far.

eunseok turned slightly to face you, arms folded as he leaned back against the counter. "i'm glad you came today," he said casually, like he was just stating a fact. "i mean, you always do but... just relieved to see you."

"me too," you murmured, without thinking. and you meant it. you didn't expect to spend the day here, didn't expect to be saved from the weight of last night so easily. but eunseok did that without even trying.

you looked at him, how he kept his gaze level, how his smile was warm but never assuming, how he never tried to pry too much or touch too long. he was just present in a way people rarely were. gentle and respectful.

"do you always do this?" you asked, sipping the water. "look after people when they don't ask?"

he looked down with a soft exhale, the corner of his mouth twitching into a modest smile. "not always. just when it seems like they need it." he glanced at you, eyes flickering with quiet sincerity. "i've had bad days too. i know what it's like when someone just sits beside you, without asking for anything."

you nodded slowly, brushing your thumb along the rim of the glass. "thanks, eunseok."

"don't mention it."

and you didn't, not for the rest of the afternoon. instead, you stayed. you talked a little. laughed a bit. he showed you how to tell if someone ordered a drink just to look cool or if they actually liked it. you helped him carry empty trays back from a table. at one point, he handed you a warm croissant he'd saved from earlier, like it was the most normal thing in the world, and didn't even blink when you muttered a quiet thanks through your first bite.

you weren't healed. the thoughts still crept in from time to time. images of last night, wonbin's cold skin, flashes of his eyes twinkling against the dim night. but they didn't linger long. not with eunseok with you, with his presence, with his way of showing care without making a show of it.

eventually, the bar's usual crowd began to roll in and karina reappeared behind you with a smirk when she saw the two of you.

"you staying for dinner or are you gonna make him walk you home?" she teased, winking.

you groaned and threw a napkin at her. but eunseok only smiled sheepishly.

━━━

he eventually drove you home, but along the way, he made a turn without a word. the car steered off an unfamiliar route. you glanced at him with a questioning look, brows slightly raised, but didn't say anything. still, eunseok spoke as if he'd expected your reaction.

"come on, have dinner before going home," he said, eyes fixed on the road ahead, one hand resting casually on the wheel.

"why didn't you tell me at the bar?" you asked, shifting in your seat slightly to face him.

"i know you'll refuse, so..." he replied with a smirk, glancing sideways at you just long enough to catch your playful eye-roll.

you shook your head with a soft chuckle, the tension from earlier melting off your shoulders like mist. "you really are something."

soon, he pulled up in front of a small, tucked-away noodle shop, its warm exterior made of darkened wooden planks and a slightly slanted roof. a string of warm lanterns hung under the eaves casting soft shadows on the sidewalk and giving the place a cozy, almost nostalgic vibe.

you both stepped out of the car, the jingle of the shop's wind chime greeting you as you approached. the noren curtain swayed slightly as you walked past it together.

inside, the shop was dimly lit but welcoming, the interior bathed in the warm hues of overhead bulbs and the steam from the open kitchen. the air smelled of simmering broth, soy sauce, and freshly cut scallions. the long wooden counter stretched across the room, varnished and lined with high stools. cooks busy behind it, the clatter of pots and chopping of vegetables blending with the murmur of conversation from the few customers scattered throughout the space.

as you and eunseok took a seat side by side at the front of the counter, one of the older cooks gave a small bow and a cheerful "welcome in!"

"this place's been here forever," eunseok said as he rested his forearms on the counter. "i used to come here with my dad when i was a kid. the taste hasn't changed."

you looked around, nodding with a smile. "it does feel like that. like somewhere you go when you want to feel warm again."

"exactly," he replied. "the owner says food tastes better when your heart's at ease."

you gave a small smirk. "that's cute, and cheesy."

"it's true, though," he chuckled. "just wait until you try the udon. you'll feel like crying, but in a good way."

you laughed lightly, but it didn't last as your eyes drifted to the right—an instinct more than a choice. and then everything in you stilled.

four seats away sat a familiar figure. the back of his head, the slope of his shoulders, even the way his fingers tapped the counter—it was wonbin.

your body stiffened instantly. your knuckles turned white as your hand curled into a tight fist against the wooden counter. your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met his.

he had that look again—piercing, unreadable, like he was holding something back behind his thoughts. but he didn't say a word. his dark eyes flicked from you, then to eunseok sitting beside you.

the man next to you, completely unaware, was still chatting with the cook behind the counter. "do you want barley tea, or—" he paused, noticing your silence, he turned to you with a small frown.

"hey?" he called softly, his brows furrowing.

then he followed your gaze. his eyes landed on wonbin.

eunseok's entire demeanor shifted in a blink. the boundary he'd settle between you melted, replaced with a relaxed confidence. he leaned back slightly, one arm stretching out behind you—then gently draped it over your shoulders. his fingertips gently grazed your upper arm.

you blinked in surprise, instinctively looking up at him. his face was close now.

"hey," he said lightly, his voice pulling you momentarily out of the tesnion inside your chest.

the expression he wore, it wasn't one you'd seen from him before. it wasn’t exactly flirtatious, but it wasn’t just friendly either. it confused you, especially now that your senses were heightened. you could still feel the weight of wonbin's gaze pressing into side even though you refused to turn again.

eunseok followed the direction of your stiff posture, his eyes flicking over your shoulder—past you—and then back to you. you noticed how his jaw tightened before he smiled again.

"i'm asking if you want barley tea or just a regular iced tea. choose," he murmured, his tone is oddly diffefent. the weight of his arm didn’t change, staying there like a blanket. you were tense, shoulders slightly hunched under his touch.

"barley..." you muttered under your breath, barely audible as your gaze dropped to your leg, where your knee bounced under the counter.

"barley it is," he said with a smile, turning toward the staff behind the counter to place your order. but even as he spoke, his arm didn’t move, still resting comfortably on your shoulders.

then, in the corner of your eye, you turned your head slightly just enough to catch the movement by the entrance.

the noren curtain by the doorway swung violently on its rod, the fabric flapping like it had been shoved aside too hard. the faint jingling of the wind chime had stopped. the seat where wonbin sat was now empty.

you could feel eunseok's arm loosen off you now, the warmth fading as he leaned in again, with barrier now.

"you okay?" his voice lowered.

you gave a faint nod, hardly more than a tilt of your head. "i am."

his brows furrowed slightly, not quite convinced. "do you... wanna go home?" he asked again, this time more carefully, as though giving you an easy out if you needed it.

you lifted your face and flashed a quick smile. "no, let's eat, then i'll go home."

your lips trembled at the corners. you could only hope eunseok didn't notice the way your smile twitched.

what you really wanted was for wonbin to say something. anything.

to stand up and ask you to talk outside. ask what the hell happened last night. explain what he was thinking. apologize for ruining the progress you'd climbed your way through for months. for breaking the silence you worked so hard to keep.

but instead, all he left behind was heaviness, and the uncomfortable feeling that followed him out the door, lingering in the noodle shop like a fog.

"i hope i could make you feel better today, sori," eunseok blinked at you, his voice quiet as the two of you stood beneath the orange kight of the streetlamp outside your apartment building.

after dinner, instead of heading straight home, eunseok had pulled you toward a small arcade just across the street—four buildings away from the restaurant you worked in. the neon lights flickered dimly above the entrance. it was nearly 8 p.m., and the staff was already prepping to close for the night. but eunseok pleaded with them to let you two stay just a little longer. ten minutes, he said. he even paid extra, which led to a heated back-and-forth between the two of you right there in front of the change machine.

you had insisted it was unnecessary, almost embarrassed. but he was relentless—persistently charming in a way that was impossible to fight against without eventually smiling.

and despite your earlier resistance, those ten minutes felt longer than they actually were. the way he grinned while playing that old rhythm game, how his shoulders bumped into yours during the racing match, and the way he kept making dumb little jokes when he lost—it all somehow made you forget about wonbin. at least for a while. like he'd been shoved into a locked drawer at the very back of your mind.

now, standing in front of your apartment, the night feeling a little too quiet again, eunseok adjusted the strap of his bag, getting ready to leave.

"yes, i did," you said, your voice soft, and tilted your head slightly as you smiled at him. "thank you so much."

"it's fine," he said instantly, eyes crinkling slightly as he returned your smile. "i like seeing you happy. even though it’s not as radiant as before… at least i managed to make you feel light."

the air between you was still again. you nodded, breathing out slowly through your nose, lips pressed together to keep from spilling another thank you. words wouldn’t do it justice anyway.

"be careful down the road," you told him.

"i will." he nodded with a calm smile, lifting a hand in a small wave before turning toward the sidewalk. you watched until he disappeared around the corner.

━━━

the moment you stepped foot into your apartment, your eyes immediately landed on your bed—as if it had transformed into a screen playing the last night memory of you and wonbin, tangled in sheets, limbs intertwined in a heat that now made your skin crawl. you grimaced on instinct, your face scrunching in disgust.

you shook your head like it would wipe the memory clean. a whine escaped your lips as you flung your bag onto the couch without care, its strap catching on the edge but you didn’t bother fixing it. you trudged across the room and collapsed face-first onto the bed, the sheets soft but somehow feeling like they were made of cold stone.

"that won’t happen again," you hissed under your breath, pushing yourself up. "he’s out of his fucking mind."

you scrambled to your feet and rushed to the bathroom, flipping the light on with a harsh clack. you were ready to peel off every layer of today, scrub yourself clean and start over.

it felt like a fresh night. warm hoodie over your skin, clean sheets on your bed, hair damp and wrapped in a towel. despite wonbin’s sudden crash back into your life, remembering the day with eunseok made you smile.

as you rubbed your towel into your hair, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. you grabbed it quickly, seeing karina’s name flash on the screen. you answered with a hum.

"you home?" her voice cracked on the other end.

"yeah, long day," you replied, rubbing your forehead with the towel as you leaned your neck back against the headboard, careful not to bump into the neatly arranged little trinkets you kept there.

"wow, you didn’t even tell me you left already. i thought you and eunseok just went out to eat something." her tone turned pouty. you could almost see her rolling her eyes dramatically.

you let out a breathy laugh. "sorry. i should’ve messaged while we were heading out. but… something happened. bad luck."

"what?" she gasped softly. "eunseok finally confessing he likes you?"

"i wouldn’t call that a bad luck," you shot back, smiling for a moment. but it faded as you added, "anyways, it was… wonbin."

"wonbin?" her voice pitched up. "god, i almost forgot about his existence. what about him?"

"we kinda…" you paused, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. "ran into him at the diner."

"you guys what??” karina audibly gasped.

"yeah, but we didn’t interact. like, it’s just th—" you were abruptly cut off by the sound of your doorbell.

"i—i’ll call you back," you said quickly, hanging up without waiting for her reply.

your chest tightened as you stood up on the bed, bare feet pressing into the soft mattress. the sound of the doorbell still echoed in your ears.

after what happened last night, the last thing you wanted was another uninvited doorbells.

you glared toward the door, body tense, heartbeat clawing up your throat. you didn’t dare look through the peephole. you didn’t want to confirm it. you just stepped forward cautiously, keeping your distance, calling out instead.

"who is it?" you called out, trying to steady your voice, but it came out slightly shaky.

the hallway outside your door was void of sound. no response. not even footsteps.

that silence tightened the pit in your stomach. not because you feared a stranger or some burglar—but because your gut twisted at the thought that it might be him again.

then, another ring.

you stood there for a moment, breath held hostage by anxiety. and then, despite every ounce of logic, despite every internal scream telling you not to—you stepped forward. zero survival instincts.

you twisted the doorknob open—and as expected. wonbin.

it felt like déjà vu. same half-lidded eyes, same parted lips, like he was about to say something but forgot how. the only difference now was the weather. no rain soaked his clothes tonight, he wore the same outfit from earlier at the noodle shop—dark jacket, wrinkled shirt, jeans slightly scuffed at the knees. you never noticed how wonbin's hair looked like now. dyed black, longer. his face was flushed, cheeks pink from alcohol. and he reeked of soju, the bitter scent spilling into the hallway.

you sighed, deep and sharp. your nose flared, and you could feel heat crawl up your neck—rage, disappointment, something in between. your hand curled into a tight fist, gripping the fabric of your pajamas so hard your knuckles turned white. teeth gritted, jaw clenched.

"do you not have your own place?" you snapped, but your voice came out too soft than you intended.

wonbin stared for a second, his lashes low, and then slowly dropped his gaze to the floor. his voice barely came out.

"i… i’m sorry."

you let out a dry, sarcastic laugh, your mouth curling bitterly. without thinking, you yanked the door wide open. the knob slammed into the wall behind it with a dull thud.

"sorry?" you repeated, your brows furrowing, lips trembling with restrained fury. "wonbin—" you pointed at the floor "you crashed in here last night. you didn’t just crash into my apartment, you crashed back into my life!"

he flinched. his face folding into guilt. but you weren’t done.

"i don’t even know if you remember what you did." your voice cracked. "do you remember?!"

wonbin looked up again, slow and hesitant. his right foot shifted forward, testing the air between you, like he was expecting you to flinch or back away. but you didn’t. you stood your ground, the anger anchoring you.

then, without a word, he moved.

his arms wrapped around you—warm and heavy. his chest pressed against yours. you could smell mint on his breath beneath the sting of alcohol, feel the heat of his skin, hear the slight hitch in his breathing near your ear.

and despite everything, your body didn’t fight him off.

you didn’t hug back either. you just stood there—arms stiff, unmoving, refusing to give in. the last strand of reason in your head held you still, kept you grounded while your heart beat like it wanted to escape your body.

"are you… mad at me?" he whispered against your ear.

a dozen thoughts slammed into your brain at once.

i’m always mad at you. you ruined everything. i tried to fix myself—tried so hard—and here you are again like none of it mattered. you make me feel small. you make me feel weak. i never wanted to see you again.

but all that came out was a single word.

"yes."

wonbin pulled away from the hug, his hands resting gently on your arms. it was so tender—nothing like the grip he used to have when he was angry. similar to the force he used when he pretended to care. the kind of tenderness he only showed when he felt like caring. when he wanted to mean it. and you hated that you still longed for it.

he leaned in slowly, his breath warm against your lips, then drawing close with a tenderness that felt too calm to be real. gentler than the kiss from last night, but still laced with desperation. you didn’t move. your hands remained clenched in your pajama fabric, your chest rising and falling too fast. tears sat on your lash line, daring to fall.

without saying a word, wonbin bent down slightly, his arm slipping under your leg as he lifted you up. you were light in his arms, weightless even, like this was something he’s done a thousand times. he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you onto his lap, you straddled him and your knees pressing into the mattress, your chest so close to his. and suddenly, like a slap to the face, you remembered—two months ago, this exact position is him with someone else. a woman whose name you never knew.

your stomach dropped. you pushed yourself off his shoulders, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as you turned your face away. you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, disgusted—not just at him, but at yourself.

"what's your problem?" you muttered, voice trembling and low.

wonbin stared, gaze soft, intense, unreadable. always unreadable. and as always—he didn’t answer. he never did. he left things open-ended. just enough mystery so he could always come back. because there was never a clear answer with him. just silence.

"i miss you," he said quietly.

you laughed under your breath, bitter and aching. "you miss me? that's it? you saw me earlier you just stormed off like i was nothing!"

wonbin looks down "it hurts… sori,"

you scoffed. "and for me, it doesn’t?"

"i need you," he said again, like it was the only truth he knew how to speak.

that was the thing about wonbin. he never answered your questions. he only told you what he felt. what he wanted. and every time, you asked anyway— even when you knew you’d get nothing back.

your mouth opened but nothing came out at first. tears finally escaped, sliding down your cheeks. you looked down, overwhelmed by how absurd all this is—arguing with him while still sitting on his lap. it was pathetic. you were pathetic.

his palms cupped your cheeks again, his thumbs wiping away your tears, so careful like he had the right to. you looked up at him with all the vulnerability you tried so hard to hide. and in that moment, it didn’t matter that you knew better.

"i need you too," you whispered.

the thread you’d tried so hard to cut tied itself back together. whatever unfinished thing you had with him earlier, ruined by the nightmare of your past—was now burning again like a lit match to old paper.

wonbin leaned in again, kissing you posessively this time. you could still taste the alcohol, but it didn’t make you pull away. his hands wandered across your body, fingers drawing invisible lines down your sides. his lips moved with care, with longing, and you wished—god, you wished—it didn’t feel so good.

even now, you knew this was temporary.

he stood up, gently lowering you back onto the bed. it was the exact same spot you’d been in last night. but now—no harsh teeth, no cold raindrops dripping from his hair onto your skin. his knees anchored between your leg, one hand tugging at the hem of your hoodie, slowly peeling it off.

you savored every pleasure, even as a flicker of eunseok’s face crept into your thoughts, faint and ghostly. but that was a thought for another day you knew you had to deal with some time.

because tonight, you just let it happen again. because you knew when morning came, you’d wake up to nothing but a cold, empty bed and the presence of him left behind.

[sknyuz]

heavy lifting | k.m.g.

synopsis: you're struggling to get out of a bad academic slump, feeling overwhelmed by the constant pressure of grades and the inability to focus. after a few failed attempts to get motivated, you decide to do something different—start going to the gym. at first, it’s just about getting out of the house, but that all changes when mingyu, the gym’s resident greek god, notices you. no amount of reps or cardio can compare to how fast your heart races every time you cross paths, and it becomes impossible to ignore a six-foot tall kim mingyu.

pairing: mingyu x reader (ft. dino and riize wonbin + roommate!jeonghan)

genre: college au, romance, smut (18+ markers for start and end if you wanna skip), fluff, slice-of-life, slow-burn, gym buddy!mingyu

warnings: slightly awkward moments, gym-related humor, slow-burn, soft smut, heavy flirting, unprotected sex (do not do this lol), aftercare <333, making out with random ppl at a party, alcohol consumption, y/n is an absolute LOSERRRRR, profanity of course, mentions of body image (positive)

wc: ~8.5k

a/n: oh my godddd it’s finally here !! my first full-length fic <333 tysm for 500+ notes on the preview alone like ??? taglist is massive as well so that will be placed under the cut ^^~ shoutout to @meltinghershey, @mochisdayone, and @tigerhoshii for beta reading and dealing with my chaos lmaooo. hope u enjoy <33

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you’ve always been the kind of person who keeps yourself busy. your friends say you get “flustered” a lot, but you know it’s less about nerves and more about not seeing the point in stretching out conversations when you could be doing something useful. you’re good with people — you can hold small talk, swap stories, even keep up in a group chat when you need to — but it never feels as rewarding as finishing a project or getting ahead on an assignment. practical, that’s what you are. efficient with your time. so when the stress of midterms and the constant pressure to stay ahead starts to pile up, you fall into a familiar cycle of overworking without actually getting anywhere.

jeonghan, your roommate, always tells you to “take a break” when he finds you buried under a pile of textbooks, but you ignore him. while your dorm neighbor, seungkwan, who’s become your unofficial therapist, insists that maybe a change of scenery might help, but you brush it off. you don’t know what’s worse—failing or the thought of being the one who’s not keeping up with the others.

that’s when you decide to take a leap. you’re not sure if it’s just the idea of doing something different, or the fact that every other option has failed, but you sign up for the gym. you’re not sure what you’re expecting—just that you need to shake things up.

the first day is terrible. you’re awkwardly trying to figure out how machines work, watching everyone around you who seems like they know what they’re doing, while you’re stuck on a treadmill wondering if you’re supposed to be running or walking faster.

that’s when he notices you.

kim mingyu.

he’s not hard to spot—tall, broad-shouldered, a greek god in a compression shirt, with muscles you can’t even begin to fathom. you try not to stare, but your eyes can’t help it. he’s on the other side of the room, lifting weights with ease, his form flawless. you can’t even imagine having a fraction of that confidence. you turn back to your treadmill, your face flushed as you try to focus on not tripping over yourself.

but then, out of nowhere, he’s right there in front of you.

“hey, are you new here?” his voice is so casual, but your heart skips a beat at the sound of it. “first time at the gym?”

you freeze, where the fuck did he come from?

pretty hard not to spot a giant like kim mingyu walking towards you, y/n.

without thinking, you mumble, “oh shit—” and immediately stumble forward. you try to catch yourself but end up tripping over your own feet, your hands flailing to find balance.

“whoa!” mingyu’s quick reflexes kick in, and before you know it, he’s right there, steadying you with one hand on your shoulder. “you okay?” he asks, voice tinged with concern, but there’s a hint of amusement in his smile.

you gulp, heart racing. “i—yeah. i just—uh, didn’t see you coming.” you let out a pathetic laugh, heat flooding your cheeks.

mingyu chuckles, his laugh deep and warm. “i kind of figured. you look like you’re on the verge of a wipeout.”

you can’t help but give a lopsided smile, despite your embarrassment. “thanks… i guess,” you mutter, still trying to regain your composure.

“don’t worry about it,” he says with a friendly smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “you’re still alive, so that’s a win in my book.”

and just like that, mingyu’s gone, back to his workout as if he hadn’t just saved you from making a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

for the next few days, mingyu’s presence haunts the gym. you see him everywhere—lifting weights, chatting with people, giving advice, being… well, perfect. and all you can do is watch from the sidelines, still too embarrassed to approach him, but also unable to tear your eyes away.

there’s something so confident about him, so effortlessly kind, and you begin to notice the way he always looks out for people. he’s just a regular guy, right? except he’s mingyu, and somehow, he makes everything look effortless.

oooh, and those. arms.

and you? well, you’re still stumbling through the basics. and you learned pretty early on that no amount of cardio can beat your heartrate every time your gaze catches a sight of kim mingyu.

“y/n, you’re going again?” jeonghan asks, raising an eyebrow as you tie your sneakers, preparing for yet another trip to the gym.

“yeah, i—um, just need to clear my head,” you mumble, looking down at your shoes to avoid his teasing gaze.

jeonghan grins. “mhm, sure you do. so, what? you’ve got your eyes on some hunk down there?” he teases, making air quotes with his fingers, clearly referring to some “eye candy” at the gym. “someone’s been going to the gym a lot recently…”

you freeze, trying to play it cool. “what?” you ask, slightly panicking. “no, i-i’m just, you know, trying to get out of a rut with my studies. nothing else.”

jeonghan watches you carefully, then his eyes widen. “wait… there is someone, isn’t there?” he grins widely, and it suddenly hits you. “wait, y/n, don’t tell me that it’s kim mingyu? the gym’s golden boy?” he laughs, clearly amused by your flustered face.

you freeze in shock. “what? no—he’s just a guy who works out a lot! i mean, yeah, he’s nice, but it’s not like—”

jeonghan bursts out laughing. “so you do know him! oh, honey, don’t even try to act like you’re not into him. everyone knows who mingyu is. have you seen him? dude’s got the perfect physique, perfect grades, perfect car, and perfect everything. i’ve heard he’s loaded too. his dad’s some big-time olympic weightlifting official. he’s literally the walking definition of the ‘golden boy’ on campus.”

you blink, your mind struggling to keep up with the avalanche of information. “wait… the olympics? his dad?”

jeonghan nods. “yeah, exactly. i’ve heard he comes from a pretty well-off family too. so yeah, mingyu’s literally perfect. it’s no surprise that he’s in everyone’s top ten crush list.”

you feel your face heating up as the realization settles in. “oh my god…”

jeonghan chuckles, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. “don’t worry, y/n. if you want to stare at a perfect person in peace, you just gotta deal with the fact that you’re not the only one who has their eyes on him.”

you groan, burying your face in your hands. “stop teasing me,” you mumble, but there’s no denying the fact that you’re definitely starting to feel a little more… interested than you’d like to admit. but it’s just a silly gym crush. definitely.

as if he wasn't already a regular in your daydreams, you bump into him again, outside of the gym this time.

the first time is when you’re standing outside the lecture hall, waiting for class to start, fiddling with the sleeve of your hoodie. your mind’s still racing from last night’s study session, and you’re so absorbed in your thoughts that you barely notice when the doors to the hall open. as you look up, though, you catch a glimpse of a familiar face.

mingyu.

he’s wearing his usual easy-going smile, his gym bag slung casually over one shoulder, walking right into the building like he owns the place. you stare at him, frozen, as your heart rate picks up. he’s in your class?

“y/n?” a voice snaps you out of your trance.

you look over to see jeonghan, who raises an eyebrow at your flushed face. “you okay?” he asks, his lips quirking into a teasing smile as he follows your line of sight.

“uh, yeah… just didn’t expect to see… him.” you try to sound casual, pointing toward mingyu, but your voice cracks slightly.

jeonghan looks over, nonchalant, as if he didn’t just see your face turn fifty shades of red. “oh. him. so, you’re saying you haven’t noticed our campus' very own golden boy in your minor classes? phys ed major, i heard.”

“he’s a…?” you blink, confused.

“yeah,” jeonghan smirks, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “mingyu. doesn’t surprise me, though. he’s always around. always looks like he’s got his life together, the body of a perfect poster boy for fitness promos in those gyms across town.”

you watch mingyu walk into the lecture hall, now knowing the one thing that had never occurred to you: he’s actually here, at the same school as you. sharing a class with you, at that.

it’s like a punch to the gut. of course he is.

and you? you’re here, stumbling through calculus with a mountain of textbooks you can never seem to get through.

but you can’t stop thinking about how easy mingyu makes everything look.

turns out… going to the gym wasn’t the worst decision you’ve ever made.

you weren’t exactly sculpting a six-pack yet, but you didn’t feel like complete shit all the time now. your brain fog was thinning, your mood was lighter, and you kinda liked walking past your reflection and noticing how your arms didn’t look so soft anymore. jeonghan had clocked it too.

“look at you,” he teased one night while you were getting ready for another house party he dragged you to. “all swole and glowy. is this a gym glow? did mingyu spot you or something?”

you rolled your eyes, fumbling with a random lock of your hair. “well… he’s definitely a looker, i do think it wouldn’t hurt to gawk at him wearing a compression shirt a few times a week.” you admitted, trying to keep your voice casual but you could already feel the heat crawling up your neck.

jeonghan gasped, immediately abandoning his lip balm to lean closer. “no way. tell me more.”

you huffed, giving in. “he’s just— okay, he’s really tall. and stupidly buff. and he always looks like he walked out of some greek mythology fanfic. and he’s nice?? like unfairly nice.”

“oh, babe. poor you. no one comes out of a gym crush on him alive.”

you both laughed it off, but the truth was… you were actually starting to enjoy the gym. not just for the obvious eye candy, but because it made you feel good. and you were slowly clawing your way out of that academic slump one sweat-soaked session at a time.

and parties helped too.

jeonghan had been on a social streak lately, dragging you to every decent gathering he caught wind of. and for once, you weren’t staying glued to the walls. you mingled, you danced, you maybe flirted a little.

like that one night with the guy named chan.

cute boy. bright smile. quick to pour you a drink and compliment your hair. he was a little too eager, but harmless. you didn’t mind giving him a peck on the cheek, his cheeks blushing a dusty pink in response.

“what year are you in?” you asked casually over the music.

“i’m a sophomore!” he beamed.

“oh,” you blinked. “you’re...”

his smile faltered a little at your sudden reluctance. jeonghan appeared at your elbow at the perfect moment, smirking. “poor kid. you just got downgraded to ‘little brother’ status.”

chan pouted but took it like a champ, even offering to get you another drink before you politely excused yourself. harmless. kinda endearing, honestly.

but the real kicker came a week later.

you were halfway through a very sad attempt at curling a dumbbell too heavy for your current strength level when someone suddenly appeared in your peripheral vision.

“oh, hey,” a boy with bright eyes and soft features said, slightly breathless like he’d jogged over. “you’re… y/n, right?”

you blinked. “um— yeah?”

“i—i’m chan.”

“nice to meet you, chan.” wait.

you stopped your reps abruptly.

he rubbed the back of his neck, looking nervous. “i, uh, think we met at that party last week?”

oh no.

the pieces clicked a little too late in your brain, but they did click. he was the cute guy who’d offered you a drink and talked you up, and you, in a half-drunk, affectionate spiral, gave him a kiss on the cheek before finding out he was way too young to be your type, jeonghan saving you as you both run away, making a break for the kitchen.

he looked so hopeful now it physically hurt.

before you could fumble out an apology or awkwardly escape, a very familiar voice called over from the other side of the room.

“yo, chan! quit slacking, get your ass over here.”

mingyu.

he was leaning against the leg press, towel draped over his shoulder again like a damn fitness magazine model. chan gave you an apologetic little smile and jogged over.

you took a moment to quietly die inside.

and then — as if fate wasn’t already laughing at you — mingyu clapped a hand on chan’s shoulder and grinned, talking loud enough for you to catch while pretending not to.

“this kid’s soft as hell, y’know that? started hitting the gym ‘cause some girl at a party broke his heart.”

you nearly choked on your water.

oh my god.

it was you. you were the girl.

mingyu didn’t know, of course. he was teasing chan like a big brother would, completely unaware that the object of the kid’s little tragedy was currently staring wide-eyed at her reflection in the nearest mirror.

you quickly turned away, pretending to be very interested in adjusting your earbuds(it wasn’t even connected to your phone).

fuck. fuckfuckfuck.

it had been a week or so since your… unfortunate run-in with chan at the gym. you’d done your best to laugh it off, though the way mingyu casually mentioned some poor kid started training because of a heartbreak at a frat party had you spiraling internally for a solid three business days. because what were the odds? your chan? apparently heartbreak over a 15 minute encounter was a hell of a pre-workout.

either way, you were ready to get back out there. another weekend, another party — fingers crossed you wouldn’t unknowingly crush some poor guy’s spirit this time and discover their glow-up arc at the campus gym. you sent up a silent prayer as you got dressed, hoping the universe would cut you some slack for once.

you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been a little more… experimental with your outfits lately. nothing wild, just a few tops cropped a little higher, jeans sitting a little lower. maybe if you showed a bit of skin, you’d start to feel as hot as you hoped you looked. besides — you’d been busting your ass at the gym. you deserved to show it off a little.

“okay, i see you!” jeonghan wolf-whistled from the other side of the room when you stepped out of your closet. “damn, baby, if i didn’t know you were one tragic gym crush away from full insanity, i’d think you were tryna pull tonight.”

“maybe i am,” you teased, smoothing your hands down your sides, a little proud of how good you felt lately. maybe it was the gym, maybe it was the new skincare routine seungkwan bullied you into, maybe it was pure spite toward every man who’d ghosted you, but you were glowing a bit, and you weren’t about to waste it.

jeonghan grabbed his keys and slung an arm over your shoulders. “alright, let’s go break hearts — consensually.”

the party was already in full swing when you got there, neon lights bleeding into every room, the bass so deep it made the walls thrum. you lost jeonghan somewhere between the kitchen and the makeshift dancefloor, though not before downing two shots together like some chaotic ritual.

an hour later you were a little tipsy, flushed from dancing, with the beginnings of a hangover clawing at the edges of your brain when you found yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping on lukewarm water. you’d just successfully escaped making out with some ridiculously pretty boy named wonbin you barely knew. his hands had been nice, sure, but his cologne was giving you a headache and you had a 10 a.m. gym session you weren’t about to flake on.

“look at you,” a familiar voice teased, low and warm and way too close to your ear.

you turned your head — and there was mingyu, grinning down at you, tight black polo stretched over his chest and looking like he’d walked out of a men’s fitness ad. or maybe a sin. who could say.

“don’t tell me you’re partying too,” you half-giggled, setting your cup down. “and here i thought you were some gym purist.”

“could say the same for you,” mingyu shot back, leaning against the counter beside you. “what kind of maniac hits the gym after a night at a rager?”

you let out a laugh, the alcohol making you bolder than usual. “an insane one, apparently.”

your gaze dropped — you couldn’t help it — to the way his biceps flexed as he lifted his drink. god, you were barely sober and apparently even less subtle. before your brain could stop you, your hand reached out and squeezed his arm.

a full, proper squeeze.

and then you registered what you’d just done.

“oh my god,” you blurted, snapping your hand back like it burned. “i can’t believe i just did that. i’m so sorry—”

mingyu just barked out a laugh, reaching out to catch your wrist before you could flee the kitchen entirely. “nah, it’s cool. you like it that much, huh?”

his grin was sharp, teasing, and you were definitely too sober for this now. your pulse jumped as his fingers slid from your wrist to your hand, giving it a little squeeze back before letting go.

“i—” you started, but your brain short-circuited.

mingyu tilted his head, still smiling. “come on, i’ll walk you back. wouldn’t wanna lose our future gym freak to some frat house debauchery.”

the walk back was… quieter than you expected. not awkward, just easy. mingyu had one hand shoved into his pocket, the other loosely holding the bottle of water he’d swiped for you on the way out. the cool night air sobered you up faster than any coffee could’ve, but it didn’t stop the way your heart kept doing this stupid little jump every time your arms brushed.

you should’ve felt bad about ditching jeonghan — traitor behavior, honestly. but in your defense, he’d disappeared into a dark corner with someone you swore was a philosophy major who looked like trouble, so technically you were both abandoning each other tonight. friendship cancelled out.

“you good?” mingyu asked, glancing down at you.

you hummed. “better now. needed that fresh air.”

mingyu’s mouth quirked up at the corner. “told you. you’re almost as insane as me.”

you snorted. almost. the man had a literal six-pack under that shirt and probably ran marathons for fun. meanwhile, you nearly keeled over after fifteen minutes on the treadmill your first week.

by the time you reached your dorm building, the campus had quieted down. only the hum of street lamps and the occasional tipsy laughter echoing from other party stragglers.

you fished your keys out of your bag, hands clumsy from a mix of nerves and residual buzz. mingyu leaned against the wall by your door, watching you with that same soft amusement you hated how much you liked.

and you weren’t drunk anymore. you couldn’t blame it on that. not the flutter in your stomach. not the way your fingers twitched at your side.

you liked to believe it was the alcohol, but you knew better. because even sober, even under these shitty yellow hallway lights, mingyu looked unfairly good. and you were still a little bit of a loser inside.

you swallowed, gripping your keys too tight before blurting out, way too fast, “do you—wanna come in? or, i mean, just for a bit. like—i have snacks. and, uh. water. and… i guess my air conditioning’s nice.”

jesus christ.

your voice cracked a little at the end and you wanted to throw yourself out a window.

mingyu’s brow arched in surprise for half a second before a slow grin spread across his face. not cocky. not smug. just… warm. maybe a little endeared.

“snacks and air conditioning, huh?” he teased, tucking his hands into his jean pockets. “hard to say no to that.”

your ears burned. “it’s fine if you’re tired or whatever—”

but he was already stepping forward, hand reaching to nudge the door open when you finally got the key to work.

“lead the way, gym buddy.”

and god help you, you did.

you don’t know what possessed you. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way mingyu looked under those shitty streetlights, hair a little messy, grin too easy. either way, you were now standing in your tiny dorm, watching him take a seat on your bed like he’s been here a hundred times before.

and you? you were having a mental breakdown.

“oh my god, what am i doing,” you muttered under your breath, moving to your tiny fridge to grab two bottled waters like your life depended on it. your hands shook a little, and you cursed yourself for acting like you’d never had a boy in your room before — let alone this boy. this unfairly gorgeous, golden boy, smile-that-can-take-down-roman-empires , literal greek god of a man—kim mingyu.

“you good?” mingyu chuckled, and when you turned, he was grinning at you, legs spread lazily, leaning back on his hands like he owned the place. “you’re acting like you just smuggled me in past your strict parents or something.”

you huffed out a laugh, plopping down a water bottle next to him on the bed and keeping a very respectful distance on the opposite side. “sorry. i just—this wasn’t planned. like at all.”

mingyu shrugged, cracking open the bottle. “spur of the moment’s fun sometimes.”

you eyed him, unsure what to do with yourself, fidgeting with the label on your own bottle. “if you wanna head back to the party, you totally can. i mean, i’m tucking in for the night anyway. i promise i’m completely sober now, so no babysitting required.”

he looked at you, one brow raised, a teasing glint in his eye. “and miss out on the snacks and air conditioning you promised? no way.”

you rolled your eyes but smiled, heart doing its usual ridiculous flip when his knee brushed yours. casual. accidental. but you felt it all the same.

“plus,” mingyu added, leaning a little closer, voice dropping in that way that made your stomach twist up in knots. “what about our gym sesh tomorrow? together?”

you blinked. “our… what now?”

he laughed, reaching over to pluck the bottle from your hands and set it aside like you were both settling in for a long talk. “you’ve been avoiding me at the gym, you know.”

“i have not—”

“have too.”

your face warmed again. “okay, maybe a little. it’s intimidating, okay? you’re like… you.”

mingyu’s grin softened, eyes crinkling into those damn crescent moons. “i’m just a dude, y/n. and apparently, i’m now a dude who ditches parties for you.”

your head spun.

“you’re insane.” you try to brush it off.

“almost as insane as you.” he pushes further.

you laughed, the sound filling the room like something easy, and when mingyu’s hand found yours for half a second — a fleeting touch, a gentle squeeze before letting go — you didn’t even think about pulling away.

and you know what? maybe jeonghan was right. maybe you did have a type.

snack wrappers littered your coffee table, the air conditioning blasting at a level jeonghan would dramatically declare a war crime if he were here. you glanced over at mingyu, who looked far too at home on your couch, long legs stretched out, hair a little messy, that annoyingly perfect face lit by the glow of the tv screen playing some random old action movie neither of you were really watching.

“you don’t mind me staying over, do you?” mingyu asked, suddenly, tone so casual it made your brain short-circuit.

you choked on your water. “w-what? no! i mean—no, not at all! you can stay. totally. of course. i mean, obviously you’re gonna be on the couch, hahah, it’s totally fine, not weird at all.”

he raised a brow at you, clearly amused. “didn’t even ask to share the bed, y/n.”

“right! of course. couch it is.” you fumbled, standing up a little too quickly. “i’m—gonna wash up.”

you darted toward the balcony, trying not to faceplant on the way, heart hammering so stupidly hard in your chest it felt like a crime. outside, the night air was cool against your skin, and you grabbed a hanger off the clothesline — one of jeonghan’s oversized shirts and a pair of old sweatpants, thankfully dry and still carrying a faint scent of clean detergent and your roommate’s obnoxiously expensive cologne.

when you stepped back inside, mingyu was still sprawled on the couch, only now looking over his shoulder at you with a soft little grin. you cleared your throat, holding up the clothes. “these should fit. jeonghan’s taller than me, but probably not as tall as you, but he loves baggy clothes, so… y’know. good enough.”

“they’ll be perfect.” mingyu smiled, and you couldn’t believe how easy it looked on him.

you escaped to the bathroom, scrubbing your makeup off and washing up as fast as humanly possible, trying not to analyze your reflection too hard, might risk an existential crisis if you did. when you came out, hair wet and towel draped over your head, you froze.

because mingyu was already changed.

and holy shit — jeonghan’s oversized clothes looked offensively good on him. the shirt stretched just enough over his broad shoulders, the sweatpants hung low on his hips, and he gave you that soft, grateful grin like he wasn’t lowkey ruining your life.

“thanks for this, by the way.” he said, plucking a stray thread off the hem of his sleeve.

you nodded wordlessly, eyes shamelessly fixed on him now, not even bothering to pretend otherwise. your feet carried you over to grab your own water bottle, and then — because your brain was fried and you didn’t know what else to do with yourself — you dropped down cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, towel still draped over your head, grabbing the remote with one hand and surfing aimlessly through streaming services, while the other dried your hair with the towel.

mingyu leaned forward. “give me that.”

you blinked, snapping out of your momentary daze. “huh?”

“your towel,” he said, grinning like it was the most natural thing in the world. “your hair’s dripping. let me dry it.”

“you don’t have to—”

“i want to.” he smiles. that damn smile again.

and because you were a fool, you let him.

he sat on the couch, legs on either side of you, the towel over your head as his hands worked gently, drying your hair with easy, practiced motions. his fingers brushed the nape of your neck, and your heart straight-up stopped functioning properly. the domesticity of it all, the weird, too-close familiarity, it was driving you absolutely insane.

you swallowed hard, your cheeks heating up so bad you were thankful your wet hair could still pass for cold skin. and maybe it was the way his thumb lingered on your jaw, just a little too long, or the fact that his legs bracketed yours like some kind of ridiculously domestic setup — either way, you felt that invisible line between you both shift. and for the first time since this night started, you weren’t sure if you wanted to stay on the safe side of it.

“there,” mingyu murmured after a while, pulling the towel off your head with a final little tousle, his voice low and weirdly fond. “all good.”

you fiddled with the hem of your shorts, feeling way too aware of how close he was. the room felt quieter now, save for the hum of the air conditioning and the faint sound of the tv playing some car chase scene neither of you were watching.

“okay, so… um.” you cleared your throat, standing up abruptly. “you can take the bed. i’ll sleep on the couch.”

mingyu’s brows shot up. “what? no way.”

“what do you mean ‘no way’? you’re a guest.” you protested, already grabbing a pillow and a spare blanket from the closet.

“y/n, look at me.” he gestured down at himself, at the way his knees practically hit his chest sitting on your too-small couch. “i can’t even sit on that thing properly, let alone sleep. you’d be sentencing me to a night of back pain and leg cramps. i’m not making you sleep out here just for my sake.”

you scowled, stubborn. “but it’s my bed.”

“exactly. and it’s your apartment, so you deserve the comfy bed.”

“jeonghan’s room’s locked.” you grumbled, trying not to sound as flustered as you felt. “he never leaves it unlocked when he’s not here. no other choice.”

mingyu leaned back against the couch, flashing you a crooked grin. “then we share.”

your brain practically bluescreened.

“w-wait, what?”

“the bed. we share. it’s big enough, isn’t it?” his grin widened. “i promise not to hog the blanket.”

you opened and closed your mouth a few times, grasping for some kind of coherent argument but coming up short because damn it, he was right. the couch barely fit him sitting down — there was no way he’d be able to sleep on it comfortably. and you weren’t about to let him throw his back out for a stupid reason like this.

“fine,” you muttered, heat prickling at the back of your neck. “but stay on your side.”

“scout’s honor.” he held up two fingers in mock solemnity.

“and don’t snore.”

“i don’t snore.”

“i’ll be the judge of that.”

you grabbed your phone charger and shuffled into your room, leaving the door open behind you. mingyu followed a beat later, still grinning like the smug menace he was. and even though every rational part of your brain screamed that this was such a bad idea, a tiny, reckless voice at the back of your head whispered that maybe, just maybe, you kind of wanted to find out what it felt like to fall asleep next to someone like him.

for the record: it was totally the alcohol talking.

probably.

maybe?

…fuck.

you told yourself it was fine.

just two pals. gym buddies. campus friends. besties.

two completely platonic people sharing a bed because of spatial logistics and the cruel, unrelenting limits of furniture design.

haha.

ha.

you were malfunctioning.

you sat on your side of the bed, clutching your phone like a lifeline as mingyu tugged the blanket over himself with an ease that should not have made your stomach flip. he lay there, eyes fluttering shut almost immediately like the world’s most peaceful golden retriever, while you stared at the ceiling, brain absolutely going to hell.

‘totally normal. nothing weird. just two amigos. chingus! bros!’

you squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to sleep, repeating the words like a desperate mantra. and for a while, it worked. you drifted off into something hazy and warm, the hum of the air conditioning and mingyu’s even breathing lulling you under.

until a shift in weight on the mattress made your eyes snap open.

and you felt it — a puff of warm breath against the curve of your neck, so close you shivered.

‘oh my god.’

you yelped, a tiny, startled squeak that made mingyu jolt awake, eyes bleary and confused.

“shit— sorry! sorry, did i—” he started, voice rough from sleep.

“no, it’s— it’s okay, i just—” you flailed for words, completely undone.

he rubbed at his eyes, blinking at you with a sheepish smile. “i tend to roll over a lot when i sleep. didn’t mean to get all up in your space.”

“it’s fine,” you mumbled, cheeks burning.

he studied you for a beat, then tilted his head, grinning softly. “you sure? i mean… you didn’t seem that mad.”

you wanted to crawl under the covers and never come out.

“it was…” you swallowed. “weirdly nice.”

his grin turned smug. “yeah?”

before you could lie or backtrack, he shifted again — leaning in until his lips brushed the same spot on your neck, the featherlight contact making your skin prickle.

“like this?” he murmured, half-asleep and reckless.

you could barely breathe. “mingyu…”

your voice cracked, hoarse and small in the dark.

he hummed against your skin, one strong arm draping lazily around your waist, pulling you back against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. you could feel the steady beat of his heart, the solid warmth of his body.

“i like this,” he whispered, barely audible.

and just like that, every single one of your loser brain cells went into cardiac arrest.

his arm around your waist felt heavy. solid. grounding in a way that made your breath hitch.

and then there was his hand — splayed across your stomach, fingertips brushing the hem of your sleep shirt, barely touching skin but leaving a trail of heat in their wake. his face was still buried against your neck, his lips pressing featherlight there, like he wasn’t fully awake, like his body was moving on instinct alone.

and god, it shouldn’t have felt this good.

you swallowed, pulse stuttering in your throat, trying not to focus on the way your thighs instinctively pressed together under the covers.

‘what the fuck is wrong with me?’

this was mingyu. your gym buddy. the guy who spotted you when you were too scared to touch the free weights. the man who chugged protein shakes like water and complained about his laundry bill.

but now he was pressed up against you in your tiny dorm bed, all warm muscle and lazy affection, and you felt… something.

something low and traitorous in your stomach, fluttering sharp and hot between your legs in a way you hadn’t expected. a dull ache, a clench of nothingness that made you shift in place without meaning to.

and of course, of course, mingyu noticed.

“hm? you okay?” he mumbled, voice still husky with sleep, his hand tightening a fraction around your waist.

you let out a breath that sounded dangerously close to a whimper and hoped to god it passed for sleepy noise.

“yeah,” you whispered. “just… warm.”

“you want me to move?”

the words made your stomach drop. panic spiked sharp and bright in your chest.

“no!” too quick, too loud. you winced, immediately mortified. “i mean— it’s fine. i like it.”

his smile was lazy, smug even in half-sleep. “yeah?”

you bit your lip. “yeah.”

and then his hand slid a little lower.

not on purpose — you told yourself it wasn’t on purpose — but the way his palm brushed the dip of your hip, fingers grazing bare skin, made you feel that something again.

your breath hitched.

‘oh my god.’

your brain was a storm of sirens and red flags but your body didn’t care. it was already reacting, warmth pooling in places you didn’t dare name, and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying he couldn’t tell.

but mingyu, perceptive even in sleep, let out a low chuckle against your skin.

“you’re kinda squirmy, y/n,” he teased softly.

“shut up,” you croaked, absolutely humiliated, heat rushing to your face.

he laughed, that same warm, boyish sound that always made your chest hurt, and settled in closer.

“don’t worry,” he whispered, his lips ghosting your ear. “i don’t mind.”

you didn’t know who moved first.

maybe it was the way his fingers curled against your skin, rough pads stroking just a little too slow, a little too deliberate.

maybe it was you — traitorous, loser brain short-circuiting — turning your face toward his, catching the curve of his smile in the dark.

maybe it was the sheer tension that had been crackling between you for weeks, building in glances, brushes of hands, the weight of his gaze on you across a crowded gym floor. it had to break sometime.

and it did.

because then his lips were on yours.

soft, warm, tasting faintly of the cheap beer from earlier and the mint of your toothpaste. it was clumsy at first, a messy slide of mouths and teeth, a surprised noise catching in your throat as his hand tilted your jaw, deepening the kiss.

“fuck,” you breathed when you broke apart, and mingyu just grinned against your skin.

“you sure?” he murmured, thumb stroking under your chin, eyes searching yours in the dim light.

and you — flustered, awkward, a little tipsy but painfully sober now — nodded. “yeah. yeah, i’m sure.”

he kissed you again, slower this time, one hand at the small of your back pulling you flush against him. you felt everything — the press of his chest, the solid heat of his thigh between yours, and the unmistakable, undeniable hardness against your hip.

your head spun.

‘oh my god.’

mingyu pulled back just enough to laugh, breath warm on your cheek. “now who’s feeling something?”

“shut up,” you gasped, but you were smiling, you couldn’t stop smiling, even as your face burned and your hands trembled where they clutched his t-shirt.

his thumb brushed your bottom lip. “can i—?”

“please.”

he was so gentle, like he thought you might break if he touched you wrong, murmuring your name like it was a prayer, all those muscles for show but his touch impossibly careful.

the room spun, your heartbeat louder than the air conditioner, mingyu’s breath ragged in your ear as he settled between your thighs, his hand slipping under the waistband of your shorts and—

“mingyu,” you whimpered, your voice cracking, half-laughing at yourself because holy shit this was really happening.

“i got you,” he promised, lips ghosting your jaw. “i’ll take care of you, y/n.”

and he did.

slow, achingly careful, like you were something precious — and for the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe you were.

then it was a tangle of hands, mouths, clothes splayed somewhere in the dark, it was messy and desperate and you should’ve known better than to underestimate him. you’d seen those muscles at the gym, felt them under your hands — but it wasn’t until now, when he hooked your thigh over his hip and pressed you down into the mattress, that you realized just how strong he really was.

and when he flipped you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing, his palm sliding down your back in a slow, reverent stroke, your brain short-circuited.

“jesus christ,” you gasped, cheek pressed to the pillow.

“like this?” he murmured against your ear, voice low and warm.

you barely managed to nod.

he started slow, careful — his hips rolling into yours, lazy and deep, one hand laced with yours against the pillow. you felt the strain in his forearm where it bracketed your head, the soft curse in your ear at how tight you clenched around him.

then, when your hips pushed back into him, a helpless little sound catching in your throat, something in him snapped.

the next thrust was harder — not rough, but deeper, firmer, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that made your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut.

“fuck—mingyu,” you choked out, hands clawing at the sheets.

he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder, breath hot against your skin. “feel so good, baby,” he rasped. “been wanting this—wanted you—”

you couldn’t answer, too busy trying not to drool into your pillow as he kept going, the thick drag of him inside you dizzying. it was too much and not enough at the same time, your body trembling and brain turning to static.

every roll of his hips made your breath hitch, the room filled with the slick, filthy sound of skin against skin, the low broken noises leaving both your mouths.

and even as his pace picked up, as your body went pliant under his and your legs shook, mingyu was still achingly gentle in how he touched you — hand smoothing your hair from your face, lips brushing the back of your shoulder.

“good girl,” he groaned, voice cracking as his rhythm faltered. “fuck—‘m close—gonna—”

his hips stuttered, a deep, desperate moan spilling from his throat as he pulled out last second, rutting his cock against the curve of your ass as he came hard, hot ropes of it painting your lower back and thighs.

your body trembled, face buried in the pillow, breath ragged and uneven as you felt the warmth of it on your skin, the heavy, shaky way he exhaled against your shoulder.

and for a moment, neither of you moved — just the soft hum of the air conditioner, the buzz of blood in your ears, and the lingering ache between your thighs.

he collapsed on top of you, catching himself just in time, his strong arms holding you close as he tugged you into his chest. you were too tired to protest, too exhausted to do anything but let him hold you, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

his arms were so strong, tanned and muscular, yet the way he held you was impossibly soft. despite everything — the hours you’d spent at the gym, the newfound strength you were building — you felt so small in his hold, a feeling you couldn’t deny you loved. it wasn’t in the sense of weakness, but in how careful he was with you, how you felt like he was holding you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. his warmth, his scent — it was all consuming in the best way.

“fuck,” he whispered, his voice raw. “you’re amazing.”

you smiled, your heart fluttering, but you didn’t have the energy to respond. all you wanted to do was lie there, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek as he held you close. it was almost as if the world had stopped. just the two of you, tangled in the sheets, in each other’s arms. his hand ran over your back, a soft, soothing motion that made you want to curl further into him, to let yourself fall into the safe space he’d created.

after a few quiet minutes, you felt the bed shift as mingyu reluctantly untangled himself. you made a small sound of protest, but he just chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “hang on,” he murmured. the mattress dipped again when he returned, and then—

a wet, warm cloth brushed over your skin.

your breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping before you could stop it. the gentle, careful way he wiped you down made your whole body ache in a different way, a deep, fluttery warmth blooming in your chest.

“just cleaning you up,” he said quietly, his voice so tender it made your stomach flip. “can’t have my girl falling asleep like this.”

and you would’ve made some flirty comment if you weren’t so bone-tired. though, in your haze, your eyes flickered down and caught the cloth in his hand — wait. was that… jeonghan’s shirt? you squinted, brain foggy, but you could recognize that obnoxious band tee anywhere. a breathy, disbelieving laugh slipped from your lips.

“is that—?”

mingyu grinned, clearly unbothered, continuing to wipe you down with maddening gentleness. “it’ll go missing after tonight, hope he won’t miss it.” he lets out an airy chuckle.

you wanted to laugh with him but the tenderness with every touch and wipe over your skin made your throat feel tight, your eyes blinking back slumber, overwhelmed in the best, most ridiculous way.

when he finished, he tossed the poor shirt aside and pulled you back into his arms like he’d never let go. “don’t wanna move,” he mumbled against your hair, pressing another kiss to your forehead. his arm tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer. “sleep. we’ve gotta be up for the gym later.”

you almost giggled, but let out a dreamy sigh instead — you were too tired, too content with the way he was holding you. the night had been a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, but here, in his arms, everything felt right. you nodded, not trusting your voice, but somehow, that was enough for him.

the room was silent now, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and your steady breaths. he shifted just slightly, ensuring you were tucked securely against him, and before long, you felt the weight of sleep tugging at your eyelids.

you drifted off, wrapped in his warmth, still feeling the echoes of everything that had happened. for once, you didn’t feel like that burned out student who can barely lift anything at the gym anymore. not when you had someone like mingyu holding you this tightly. you could lift the whole world with this euphoric feeling.

the next morning came too fast.

mingyu kissed you before he left, still smelling like your bodywash and the lingering trace of sweat and skin. you were half-asleep, face buried in your pillow as you felt the press of his lips against your temple, his voice a low murmur. “i’ll see you at the gym, cutie.”

then the door clicked shut, and you groaned into your sheets.

by the time you dragged yourself to the gym, your legs were jelly, your thighs aching in ways you hadn’t expected. you caught mingyu leaning against the front desk, grinning like he hadn’t just rearranged your guts a few hours ago.

“leg day?” he asked innocently, one brow arched.

you scowled. “i am so not doing leg day.”

he laughed — the kind of laugh that made you want to hit him and kiss him at the same time. “c’mon, i’ll go easy on you.”

“you said that last time, you liar.”

still, you let him lead you through the warm-up, pretending you weren’t staring when his shirt lifted a little, exposing tan skin and the cut of his abs. your banter bounced back and forth, teasing, smug little grins exchanged between reps. you managed to trip over your own foot during lunges, and mingyu caught you by the waist like it was nothing, steadying you with those massive hands — the same ones that held you close last night, skin to skin. before you had the chance to get over the thought, he had already tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“careful, lightweight,” he teased.

you rolled your eyes, heart pounding way too hard for a simple gym mishap.

it was gonna be a long morning.

after the gym session, you and mingyu were a mess of sweat and sore muscles, but there was still an undeniable energy buzzing between you. you didn’t want to go home yet, not when he was looking at you like that — eyes soft, smile easy, and that unmistakable pull between the two of you that hadn’t quite worn off yet.

“smoothie?” mingyu asked, his voice almost too casual, but you could tell he was trying to keep his cool.

you blinked, still trying to catch your breath after a killer session. “uh, sure, i’m down for a smoothie.”

the smoothie place was just a block away, and soon enough you were sitting at a little outdoor table with your huge cups, the kind of smoothies that were so large you could probably share with a small army. but instead, mingyu leaned toward you, grabbing one of the oversized straws and slipping it into his mouth.

“i’m serious about the flavor,” he said with a grin, “this is the one. trust me. the secret add-on’s spinach, by the way.”

you rolled your eyes and gave him a playful look, but didn’t argue. you took a sip from the same straw, the cold tang of mango, strawberry, and pineapple flooding your senses, no weird spinach flavor in sight. it tasted like summer. and something else, too — something sweet and comfortable that made you want to stay here in this moment forever.

mingyu was looking at you again, that soft, almost shy smile on his face, and for once, you didn’t feel like you wanted to leave, even if conversations stretched for hours. you didn’t feel like the try-hard academic you push yourself to be.

no, with mingyu, you were just you — the girl he had kissed and laughed with and shared a smoothie with. there were no pretenses between you two anymore, no more awkward glances or confusing feelings. it was simple. it was easy. and that made everything feel right.

“it’s good, right?” mingyu asked, taking another sip.

you smiled at him, your lips still tingling from the kiss the night before. “yeah. you were right.”

he leaned back, looking like he was about to say something, but instead, he just chuckled softly. “this smoothie tastes like something my future partner would like.”

you raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at your lips. “bold of you to assume they’d date a guy who puts spinach in his smoothies.”

mingyu laughed, eyes crinkling. “what, you don’t think so?”

you leaned back, crossing your arms with a smirk. “guess that’s something my future boyfriend will find out.”

and with that, everything seemed to click. it wasn’t just the gym, or the smoothies, or the fact that you were already falling asleep on him every night. it was this — being with him, sharing these little moments that felt so much bigger than anything you could’ve imagined.

mingyu looked at you then, his expression soft and sincere, and you realized that this — whatever this was — was real. you weren’t just friends anymore. you weren’t just gym buddies. you were something more, and that was enough for you.

as you sat there, sipping your smoothie and enjoying the warm morning sun, you couldn’t help but smile. things with mingyu were simple, but they felt so right. and right now, that was all you needed.

a/n: phew this has been such fun to write <33 and i hope it gets as much love as its preview !! tysm to carats and other multistans ^^~ if u liked reading this, drop me a follow, lets be moots !! and feel free to send in prompts of ur favorite idols to my inbox ~ i prioritize requests and they r always open !! have a nice day every1 !!!!!!!!!!

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( reaction ) riize when you’re ovulating ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 라이즈 ՞

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request. hear me out ☝ riding Riize and using them like a toy or whatever you want because you're ovulating.....

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 <3 !!!

﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro ﹚ .ᐟ

your ovulation week really puts his dancers' stamina to the test , but he does keep up – ready to be used by you whenever you need him. “again baby?” he smiled as you climbed into his lap. “so-sorry taro , but i need you.” the feeling of your warm cunt suffocating his cock. “fuck , don’t worry baby , take what you want love.” lets you move on your own pace , just sitting back , toying with your sensitive nipples. “fuck baby you feel good?” he was smiling as you used him , he loved this. “so sensitive baby , you gonna cum again?” you nodded , legs tired as you came , but that didn’t stop you. “taro , need you.” he sprung into action , wrapping his arms around your waist fucking up into you. “fuck taro im gonna cum.” it’s not about if he cums when you’re ovulating it’s about calming you down for a while , and if that means letting you use him to cum then he’s down forsure.

“that’s it baby , i know you want to cum again , cum for me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok ﹚ .ᐟ

the only time he’ll let you do what you want — but that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t have control of the situation. “slow down now.” he commanded , you whined , your clit grinding against his pelvis. “fuck , I said slow down.” he slapped your ass. “seok please.” you whined , holding his shoulders. “listen here.” he grabbed your cheeks, you finally slowed down. “just because you’re ovulating doesn’t mean you can act like a disobedient slut.” he let your face go. “o-okay.” you moaned , he tapped your ass. “good , now keep going.” you resumed bouncing on his cock , his tip kissing your cervix. “yeah fuck just like that.”

“that’s it keep bouncing on my dick like a good girl and i’ll let you cum as much as you want.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan ﹚ .ᐟ

he loves this, he wants you to do this, use his cock, milk him for all that he has and then more. sex when you’re ovulating is the best sex in his eyes ( even tho it doesn’t matter ) it last for hours and almost every day … he’s in heaven. “oh fuck you’re killing me baby.” he chuckled , his head sticking to his forehead due to swear as you sunk down in his cock for like the 5th time , already full of his past loads. “fu-fuck im gonna shoot blanks if you keep going.” your sweet cunt clenching around him. “we-we can stop.” he slapped your ass making you yelp. “did I ask you to fucking stop?” so you didn’t you actually sped up. “yes fuuuuck.” his hand coming back down to your ass again. “that’s it.”

“keep going , use my fucking cock.”

﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin ﹚ .ᐟ

now this little fucker is a tease, he knows you’re hornier than normal because you’re ovulating, but he just can’t help but tease you. “no don’t move yet.” you whimpered out. “stop it.” he had been holding you down on his cock, feeling him twitching inside of you. “i need to fuck you.” you moved your hips against his wishes , he chuckled at your neediness. “need to fuck me?” he groaned watching your precious cunt suck him in. “so slutty baby.” he said , slapping your ass as you bounced on him, legs slap against his. “using my cock , fuck , humping me like a bunny in heat.” you moaned. “is that what you are? a slutty bunny wanting to use my cock to get off?” you nodded , “yes , please fuck!” he slapped your ass , signaling you speed up.

“then speed up slut, ride my cock like you mean it.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan ﹚ .ᐟ

wants to treat you like a princess when you’re ovulating; but knows you like to take control when you’re ovulating so he lets you — at least that’s what you think. “baby slow down.” he said softly, holding your waist. “i'm not going anywhere princess.” you whined as you held his shoulders, his cock stretching you out just how you wanted him too. “just want to fuck you.” he chuckled, kissing your bust tenderly , you nipples sensitive. “you feel good, baby.” he said , he’d hold off on cumming simply so you could continue. “fuck hannie im gonna cum.” he let you cum , but you kept going. “fu-fuck baby.” he groaned. “hannie im gonna cum again.” you were insatiable but he knew you’d calm down eventually. “go a head princess.”

“cum all you want.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sohee ﹚ .ᐟ

sohee ears and his cock stands up the moment you randomly told him that you were ovulating. “lay down.” you told him, and he obey — because why wouldn’t he? you unbuckled his pants, ridding them of his bottoms along with your bottoms. “so pretty baby.” he groaned as you stroked his cock, sinking down on him. “oh fuck use me baby.” you began to move you hips , bouncing on his length. he was more of a mess than you were , you were using his cock as your own personal toy , you had been at it for about an hour and you didn’t seem to have any plans on stopping any time soon. “oh fuck baby.” he whined , throwing head back in pleasure. “fuck.”

“just keep using my cock , keep making yourself cum on me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : anton ﹚ .ᐟ

gives you exactly what you want , no fighting. he just lays back and allows you to do what you want to do. “o-oh fuck.” he moaned. “fuck baby this feels so good.” your hand was wrapped around his neck lightly not choking him as you rode his cock. both of you were lowkey fucking each other out , this always happened when you were ovulating and he loved it. he’s a dom , but he loves when you take what you want from him. “wait baby fuck.” he moaned , the room was hot , and both of you were sweaty — and anton was spent, you had milked him dry , but you weren’t letting up. “fuck baby i don’t think i can cum again.” you whimpered , still needing his cock even if you were already stuffed full of him. “pl-please one more , just one more.” you moaned. “fuck im gonna cum.” he was sure he was gonna start shooting blanks soon , but he allowed you to keep going.

“fuck baby keep going if you want.”

©️LUVYENI

[chlorinecake]

𓂃 watercolor eyes | park wonbin oneshot

⚡︎ pairing: Stoner!Wonbin x Female!Reader | ⚡︎ word count: 7.8k | ⚡︎ genre: mutual pining, college au, smut (⚠︎) | ⚡︎ contains: awkward relationships, an original character + sungchan and shotaro, swearing, drug use/distribution, angst (?), mild dacryphilia, sexual tension mixed with fluff, kissing, unprotected sex while buzzed, heavy petting, oral (m. r)

ON TOP OF countless other obligations in your life, upcoming exams were kicking your anxiety's ass with the biggest fucking boots imaginable.

All you wanted was to take the edge off, and at this point, you didn’t care what it’d take to do that.

Introducing Exhibit A: Your closest friend and roommate, Roxanne, who so conveniently happened to be a junkie.

You brought up your need for a “quick fix” (so to speak) while studying in your dorm together one afternoon. Though, she offered to get you some help from another friend of hers who you’d never met before.

“Wait, you want me to go with you?” You asked in confusion, already prepared to reject Roxanne’s proposal at the idea of personally consulting her drug dealer.

“Yes, you're coming with me… What do you think this is, Kiki’s Delivery Service?”

“No, but… I-"

“Don’t tell me you’re chickening out, ____,” she chuckled, turning the steering wheel as she trailed down a shadowy lane.

“No, I… I want this… I need this even, it’s just that…I don’t really know what to expect…”

“Then don’t expect anything,” she answered, giving you an encouraging smile that came off as more condescending, “Expectations are for pussies anyways.”

“Roxanne, I’ve never even met this guy before,” you pressed, hoping that she’d maybe let you sit outside in the car instead of actually speaking with him.

“Look, I’m close with my dealer, and as I always say, a friend of mine is a friend of yours.”

Cue your internal sigh of submission.

“Okay,” you said, straightening your posture in your seat with a feigned confidence.

“Uhhhh, are you sure with that ‘okay,’ or is it more like an ‘okay, I have more questions’ type of ‘okay’?”

“No,” you clarified, “it means what I said… I’m okay.”

“Okay,” she nodded, before giving you a brief synopsis about this friend of hers: STEM major, weed connoisseur, and art-hoe with a shy guy undercut.

Doesn’t sound anywhere near as daunting as the drug dealers on TV shows appear to be, right?

She pulled up to one of the apartment complexes a few miles from your university. It was one of the lower quality establishments, with the only oddity being how nice the vehicles parked outside the apartment divisions were, a sleek black motorcycle belonging to none other than the mysterious drug smuggler named Wonbin Park.

“Hey, take off your hood, silly, it’s rude,” Roxanne nudged, locking her car from the keys in her pocket more times than necessary.

“But… what if someone sees us?,” you whispered, walking closely beside her.

“Then I’m glad their eyes are working? Hell, I don’t fucking know what they’d want me to tell ‘em,” she shrugged, walking up to the front door.

“So are you acting like a nonchalant loser on purpose, or is this just your way of trying to calm me down?”

Roxanne laughed hysterically at your words, showcasing the sparkly pink gem decorating her upper canine teeth as she patted you on the back.

“We’re just here for weed, babe. That will help calm you down before I can.”

You had almost missed the part where she knocked as you got lost in your head, the front door suddenly opening and basking you both with a sudden warmth, contrasting with the cold evening weather.

“Roxie?,” asked the male from the doorstep that you fought with every bone in your body to avoid making eye contact with.

“Wonie?” Your friend mocked goofily, walking up to hug the boy briefly before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside, “I hope you don’t mind that I brought a friend.”

“Not at all, my place is always open to you and your girlfriends,” he chirped with forced yet gentle enthusiasm.

“Uhhhh, she’s just a friend, considering how we’ve only slept together while clothed before… but thanks anyway!”

“Any time,” he replied confidently, walking up to the sink that was conveniently in his living room before re-lighting the dead bud of the joint he held gracefully between his plump lips, ashes falling from the tip before he inhaled a thick huff.

Some of the ash fell on his lower abdomen, and you were just now realizing that he didn’t have a shirt on.

Good thing you were used to the smell of pot by now, thanks to Roxanne’s inevitable habit of greening out every Friday night.

“So, what brings you ladies in today? I’d hate to break it to you, but I used my last condom just a few hours ago.”

“Yeah, we’re actually here for a different kind of pipe this time,” Roxanne answered, blinking as if trying to communicate with him to ditch the wild language.

“Oh,” he said, doe eyes widening as his mouth hung a little, his bunny teeth shining right back at you.

Stop staring at his mouth.

Stop staring at his mouth-

“I uh… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything,” he smiled softly, and of course you noticed because that’s where your eyes were glued the entire time, so distracted that it startled you when he reached to shake your hand.

“I’m Wonbin, but… you can call me anything you like, really.”

“It’s alright,” you returned, finally coming back to the present, “I’m ____.”

His initially confident demeanor stemmed from his assumption that you were more flamboyant like Roxanne, but he made note to be less vulgar until he could tell you warmed up to him.

Until he properly warmed up to you.

“So uh, yeah, do you want the usual, or were you thinking to try something new?” Wonbin asked casually as he leaned on the back of the sofa.

“Hmm,” Roxie hummed in thought, “yeah, my usual’s good. Just lay off the stronger stuff in the mix, though. It’s her first time.”

Something about what she said made Wonbin smile, wide and excited, peeking at you through his shaggy bangs with zero intent of hiding it.

Was he… flirting with you?

“Well, it’s my pleasure to be your first then,” he winked, getting up from the couch and heading to another room on his flat.

“You two kittens just wait here and I’ll be back with your stuff in a minute,” he claimed, which actually ended up being around an 8 minute wait while you and Roxanne went on and on about something you can’t even remember now.

The smile evaporated from Roxanne’s face as Wonbin returned to the living room while reciting the order. “You’ve got two ounces of-”

“I know the recipe, moron. You might scare my friend away if you say it out loud…,” she joked, feigning a pout as she hugged your shoulder, “so how much do you want for it, candy man?”

“It’s on the house this time,” Wonbin said, “so long as you bring me dinner tonight.”

“Fucking fat ass,” she spat, “what’re you craving?”

“Something warm,” he replied almost immediately, “with seasoned meat and a sauce… Maybe some rice, too.”

“Gotcha,” Roxie chirped as she pushed off of her knees to stand up.

Wonbin walked up to hand her the goody bag with such politeness, almost in the way that a child would give something to his big sister.

“Cool. I like eating around 7 o’clock, so you know when and where to find me.”

“Yes, through your stomach and all the way up to your greedy little heart.”

“Mhm,” he said with a satisfied hum, taking Roxanne’s spot on the couch as she walked towards the door. You and Wonbin were now sitting next to each other, his arms spread out on the back of the couch in a relaxed manner.

“Uhm, ____?”

“Oh, right! Sorry… I didn’t know we were finished,” you stammered, getting up from the couch to meet Roxanne at the door.

“Yeah, took him long enough,” she rolled her eyes, “I was starting to think he wanted us to spend the night…”

“Alright, get out of my apartment already,” he said playfully, waving a hand as if shooing you two, “and make sure to secure the bottom lock for me, I don’t feel like getting back up yet.”

“Whatever.”

Slam.

The door was closed, 50% locked, and you two were heading back down the staircase, cold air greeting you once again before you both got back in the car, driving back to your dorm room to drop off the drugs first, and then to the grocery store…

… to buy a bag of rice and a fresh pack of chicken.

“WHAT’S THAT NOISE?,” Roxanne asked with animatedly furrowed eyebrows, holding the grocery bag you two had packed Wonbin’s “dinner” in.

You ended up making a chicken roast with carrots, potatoes, gravy, and steamed rice like he asked.

“Here, hold this,” Roxanne mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear before she dropped the bag, your reflects luckily kicking in fast enough for you to catch it before the glass container could hit the concrete stair well.

“It’s as cold as a snowman’s grave out here, Wonie, open up!,” She yelled while banging on the front door, the little dream catcher that hung on the inner side jingling with her forceful hits, “Hellooooo?”

“You’re like Doordash but with the temper of FedEx,” you heard a deep voice say from behind the walls.

“But I only charge herbal fees for my services,” she added while crossing her arms.

Creek.

The door slung open, Wonbin’s muscular arms framing the entrance with a fed up look plastered on his face.

There were two people sitting behind him on the couch playing video games. A violent game, you’d assume, given the sporadic and sharp flashes of light that filled the room.

“Is there some kind of a secret password now or something?,” Roxanne asked impatiently, not as entertained my the view of Wonbin’s still shirtless body like you were.

“Oh, right… come on in ladies,” he said with a feigned smile, extending a hand to welcome you two back in, “hope you brought enough food, because I have guests.”

You followed Roxanne and Wonbin to the kitchen, where you placed the steaming bag of food on the counter before taking out the containers. That’s when Roxanne started grabbing dishes from the cabinet.

The glass plates clinked behind you as you went to search for a serving spoon in the drawer. “Hey… where are the spoons and forks?,” you asked while still looking through one of his kitchen drawers before Wonbin suddenly tapped you on the shoulder.

“I uhm… I keep the utensils in here,” he smiled shyly, just as he reached for the overhead counter to grab the silverware he kept in a box. Your breath got caught in your chest as you felt his hips nearly fuse with yours in the moment. Luckily, he couldn’t see how flustered you appeared underneath his shadow.

“Gimme that,” Roxanne giggled, snatching the box from him and taking out two large ladles, one for the rice and another for the roast.

“Gosh, that smells amazing! Can you put cheese on mine, pretty please?,” you heard one of the boys ask from the couch, peeking over his shoulder with soft eyes.

“Yes, Taro, I can put some cheese on it for you… even though I think it’s weird,” Roxanne smiled.

“Ahh, thanks man. Oh- and who’s the new girl?” He went on, placing the controller down as he was no longer interested in playing.

“Just a friend in need of a good time—” Wonbin answered, which shocked you to say the least, “—so be nice, Sungchan.”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?,” The taller boy pitched in, “but does she even talk?”

The room went quiet for a moment, the only sound being Sungchan’s clicks from the remote controller before he got gunned down by a random player.

“Dammit, Shotaro! Why’d you stop playing? Now we’re tied with the other team!!”

“Too bad, so sad, bro. I’m hungry,” he chirped, getting up from the couch to help you bring the plates to everyone.

“Woah, who’s the big plate for?” Shotaro asked with widened eyes.

“Me and Sungchan,” Roxanne said with a satisfied smile, “we’re sharing.”

“Oh… you didn’t tell me you and Sungchan were on good terms now,” you said, breaking your awkward streak of silence, just now recognizing the taller boys face from Roxanne’s phone.

She always talked about Sungchan and his “big stupid dick,” as she liked calling it.

The pair stopped being cool with each other for reasons you don’t really remember anymore, but you’d take her sudden affection towards him over the violence you witnessed during one of her texting fits the other night.

“Shhh,” she giggled, meeting Sungchan on the couch before sitting on his lap, “I hope you don’t mind me feeding you in front of your little friends… unless that makes you shy,” she pouted.

All he did was open his mouth in response, savoring the taste of the first spoon she fed him.

It was a sickeningly cute sight to be honest.

“Sick and twisted,” Shotaro said as if reading your mind.

“Cry about it,” Sungchan joked between a mouth full of saucy rice, heart swelling from the way Roxanne cooed at him.

You and Wonbin were just now making it to the living room after getting some napkins for everyone. There was room left for the two of you on the couch thanks to Roxie sitting on Sungchan’s lap, but that meant you and Wonbin would be sandwiched together in the middle.

Great.

“Come on guys, take a seat,” Roxie said before taking a bite of the food, her teeth grazing the metal fork with a loud scrap.

“God, I hate when you do that,” Sungchan sighed, tickling her sides as she laughed uncontrollably.

“Stop that, asshole, before I drop this food everywhere!”

“That’d be a shame, this chicken is so good,” Wonbin hummed with a nod, stuffing his cheeks with more of the gravy.

“____ made it,” Roxie pitched, giving you a look.

Despite how hard you tried to fight it, you were started to feel pretty awkward.

You knew it had a lot to do with Wonbin, thanks to his cripplingly annoying quirk to not put a damn shirt on.

You did eventually warm up to everyone, even pitching in on some of Sungchan’s dad jokes.

Though, the stack of empty dishes in the center of the living room table seemed more alive than your spirits right now.

The inevitable tiredness that came with staying up late without a phone in your hand started to kick in.

“Hey, I’m gonna go wash up these dishes real quick,” Wonbin said, glancing your way for reasons you almost couldn’t process between the loud laughter of Shotaro and Roxie over whatever dirty joke Sungchan told about SpongeBob and Patrick.

Did he want you to come with him? Alone?

Yes.

By now, Wonbin was no longer in the living room, having walked to the kitchen sink where he proceeded to run soapy dish water.

The scent of lemon wafted through the dimly lit space as you stepped beside him to get the dish towel.

“Sorry,” you said nervously, noticing the way he jumped as your hand grazed his arm slightly.

“It’s alright, you just surprised me,” Wonbin smiled, drying his hands before walking over to the other side of the counter, opening a plastic bag filled with what appeared to be blunt wraps and another bag filled with fluffy green.

“You just leave that stuff out on your counter?,” You asked, voice kind of quiet over the running water.

“Mhm…,” he started, “it’s not like the cops are just gonna raid my house randomly… unless… you were to say something,” he winked, putting a filler along the inside of the wrap before sprinkling in some herb, then tucking it tightly.

“Your secrets safe with me,” you said, the faucet squeaking as you turned the water off.

“____.”

“Yes?” You asked in confusion almost… he was already starting to use your name so normally.

“Pass me that lighter from over there,” he pointed before sticking his tongue out, licking the inner side on the blunt wrap to seal it.

His pretty tongue glistened underneath the kitchen lights, captivating you once again.

Fuck, stop staring, you internally swore at yourself.

He put the blunt between his lips, waiting for you to light the tip. “Stop moving, silly,” you giggled, holding his face in place with your other hand to keep him still as he playfully moved his head around to give you a hard time.

A tiny giggle erupted from his throat, too, making your smile linger for a little longer before he bid his thanks, inhaling a huff of the smoke and exhaling it through his nose.

“Hmmm,” he hummed as he cleared his throat. By now you were leaning against the sink with no intention of washing the dishes any time soon. No intention of leaving the kitchen, either.

“C’mere,” he offered, reaching for your chin in the same way you did to him earlier before inching closer to your face.

“Wonbin-”

“Just part your lips for me, okay?” He asked in a light voice, “I want you to try it with me.”

You nodded at his words, hesitantly parting your lips as he slowly set the blunt between the opening you allowed for him.

“Okay now seal your lips,” he said, licking his own, “and inhale… slowly.”

You obeyed his words, taking a steady breath in as the warm and cloudy smoke filled your mouth… then your stomach… then your senses.

“Oh, shit,” you cursed, coughing at the way the smoke hit the back of your throat, to which Wonbin only laughed at your reaction.

“Good job, newbie,” he teased, running you a glass of water before passing it to you, your teary eyes staring back at him in a mix of embarrassment, regret, and intrigue.

“How was hitting it,” he asked, pearly eyes staring back at you.

“Just as bad as I thought,” you admitted.

“Yeah… they effects will start kicking in pretty fast, too,” he chuckled, proceeding to take a huff from the same blunt. “But,” he started, voice falling to an alto, “you know that wasn’t free, right?”

“Excuse me?” You asked, watching as he lazily cradled the joint in his two fingers.

“I only do favors for Roxie because we’re chill like that…,” he paused, biting his lip derisively as he tilted his head, “I hardly know you, though.”

You didn’t even bother checking your pockets because you knew you came empty handed.

“Aww, what is it, baby?,” he cooed, turning your chin to face him again as he took another huff from the joint.

“I didn’t bring any cash with me, unfortunately,” you replied with a halfhearted expression, already feeling yourself get dizzy.

He noticed the way you began to tear up even more from the smoke he was now gently blowing in your face.

“You’re eyes look pretty right now,” he smiled, staring way harder than he should’ve, “how do you feel?”

All of a sudden your core starting to heat up, making your legs feel as though you were merely hovering over the floor. You didn’t feel grounded anymore because you were overcome with a feeling of light.

“A little warm,” you started dryly, “but like… numb and euphoric at the same time.”

“In here?” He asked, placing a hand on your upper stomach, resting dangerously close to your tits.

“No…. It’s uh… a bit lower,” you said, reaching for his wrist before pulling his hand away from you.

That’s when you caught a glimpse of a colorful splash decorating his wrist. “That’s pretty,” you smiled, adoring the tattoo from afar.

“You think so?” He asked sarcastically before whispering in your ear, “too bad compliments won’t pay my bills.”

You sighed at his words, watching as he braced his body weight on the counter before your right hand found a mind of it’s own, reaching out to trace a line up his defined abdomen.

“Then allow me to repay you in another way,” you offered, poking his flesh with your nail a bit, “you like my cooking, don’t you?”

“Very much so, yes. But you could try pleasing me somewhere else… ‘A bit lower,’ like you said,” he whispered seductively, eyes in a daze as he guided your hand by your delicate wrist to the center of his belt buckle, a line of hair leading to the bulge buried behind his baggy jeans.

A thick vein trailed from his thumb to his forearm before his grip left your wrist.

“Wanna take a closer look?” He offered, drawing your attention back to the colorful spot on his skin even though your first mind thought he was talking about something naughtier.

“Sure,” you answered quietly, taking his hand again to examine the design, “a butterfly?”

“A moth, actually… it’s a little more masculine if you ask me,” he added, the shadow of a proud smile ghosting over his lips.

“But it has watercolored eyes,” you pointed out.

“True… So it’s like.. more ambiguous I guess?”

“Maybe… or it could just be a beautiful man,” you voiced, stroking over his skin with the pad of your thumb.

You liked this.

The look of his skin, but more so the way it felt.

The way touching him made you feel.

“Uhmmmm, guys?,” Shotaro cried out from the living room, the energy in his voice breaking the stillness of the moment, “I’m pretty sure Sungchan and Roxie are about to start fucking each other in a few seconds, and I could use a little help in here!”

You and Wonbin made eye contact at Shotaro’s words, the same thought filling both your heads:

“What?”

“Just get in here, quickly! They’re taking each others clothes off!!!”

“FUCK, MY STOMACH still hurts like a bitch from laughing so hard yesterday night,” Roxie sighed, cheeks a flushed hue either from the three shots of brandy she just guzzled or the three comforters she was wrapped in on her side of your shared room.

“Yeah… I had a great time hanging out with everyone,” you said, only half-present as other thoughts floated around in your mind.

Thoughts about when you would get to see Wonbin again?

What you two would even do?

How Roxanne would react if she knew Wonbin had been stuck in your mind like gum on a-

“What the hell are you thinking about?”

Oh shit.

“Uhm… Nothing, why?”

“It’s gotta be something,” Roxie pressed, staring at you from across the room through her false eyelashes, “you were moaning in your sleep last night with that same look on your face.”

Wow. She was quite a fast talker for someone so tipsy.

“I was?”

“Mhm,” she smirked cheekily, trailing a finger along the knitted seam of her bed sheet.

“Tell me who you were thinking about… I’ll know if you’re lying, too,” she pressed.

“I was just… gosh, why is that making me so flustered,” you sighed, hiding your face in your pillows.

“C’mon, spit it out, ____!”

“I was thinking about Wonie, okay?,” you finally admitted, hoping it would make her shut up.

“Hmm…,” she started with a satisfied smirk, “you’ve already starting calling him by a nickname, I see… what’s up with that?”

“Nothing at all,” you smiled aggressively, watching as she spread herself out on the mattress like a star fish, “would you like me to call Sungchan over to keep you company while I’m out?”

“He’s already on his way over, silly,” she smiled, flexing her fingers around nothing, “wait, where are you going, anyway?”

“Nowhere special… probably just gonna talk a walk around campus. But don’t worry, I’ll wait for your boyfriend to get here before I leave.”

She pouted at your words, lower lip poking out like a baby, “Aww… stupid… big dick Sungie’s my boyfriend… ehehe…”

SUNGCHAN SHOWED UP shortly after you managed to get Roxanne back to bed. Praying that they wouldn’t end up fucking in your bedroom while you were gone, you put on a jacket with hopes of taking that walk to clear your head, even though now you simply hit a joint to calm your nerves.

That’s when you heard a pair of footsteps approaching from outside your door, just as you were about to zip up your winter boots.

Knock, knock, knock.

A a warm feeling erupted in your stomach, making your fingers freeze at your ankles.

Standing up to peek through the door-hole, you saw Wonbin’s plump lips first, before his bright brown eyes stared back at you.

Shit, why was he here?

“Hey, I can hear you breathing from behind the door… well, whoever you are,” he giggled, which made you giggle a bit too.

There’s no way you were gonna get out of this now, but you still counted down from ten before opening the door.

“Hi,” you smiled, letting him in, “don’t know how you got on campus, let alone to my dorm room, but okay.”

“I’m friends with Roxie, remember?”

“Yes, but I don’t remember you visiting here before… like, ever.”

Even if he had, it’s not like you’d be able to forget a face or presence like his.

“Nice shirt, by the way,” you teased, poking him in the stomach to which he smiled.

That terribly cute smile of his.

“Yeah I uh… wear them sometimes,” he replied, adjusting the beanie he wore before speaking again, “Where is she, anyway?”

“Pretending to be asleep so I can cuddle with her while she sucks on me… well… not there but… nevermind,” Sungchan interupted, walking from the room with now disheveled hair.

“Hell, I left for like three seconds, what happened,” you asked, observing the fresh purple bruise on Sungchan’s neck.

“Roxie gets unbelievably horny whenever she’s drunk for some reason, and I refuse to do anything with her when half of her mind is on fucking mars,” he sighed, going to the fridge and pulling out a can of soda.

“She’s lucky I let her do this much… Wait- I thought you said you weren’t coming?” Sungchan said to Wonbin with a suspicious look.

So Wonbin was invited to your place. How fun.

“Ahh, I changed my mind out of boredom...”

“Right,” Sungchan nodded while walking to the front door, “I’ve gotta go get a lighter from my truck, but I’ll be back if Roxie asks for me.”

“Hey uh, me and ____ can go get it for you if you want,” Wonbin offered, flashing you a look.

“Really, I mean I parked pretty far away, but-”

“It’s fine, really, I saw where your truck on my way here.“

“____?” Sungchan said your name as if searching for your approval, to which you nodded which a humble, “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

“Alright then, go ahead. But take your time though so you don’t slip and break your asses…”

WONBIN LOOKED IN the roof compartment of Sungchan’s truck, just as the lighter fell down, slipping between the small crack in the seat.

“Shit,” he cursed upon trying to reach for it, “my hands too big to get it.”

“Hey, I can try getting it for you,” you offered, watching as he made room for you to take his place in the vehicle.

The drawstring of your underwear clinging to your hips as your shirt fell down your waist with gravity.

“Are you wearing a thong?” Wonbin asked, cold index finger hooking with the thin strap of your panties before pulling back and releasing it with a snap.

“Ahh, what the hell, Won!,” You yelped, retreating from the seat to swat his hands from you, “you’re supposed to be helping me!”

“No, we’re supposed to be helping Sungchan. Now get back to work,” he order you playfully, pointing back down to where the lighter fell.

You shook your head, bending back over in an attempt to retrieve the lighter once again.

He was only teasing you because he wanted to see more of your personality.

He couldn’t say that things were moving fast between you thanks to the inevitably awkward grounds your first impression of each other was cultivated upon, but he still wanted to get past the shy stage.

Skip all of the a baby steps and just start running with you.

Weakened grunts fell from your lips as you desperately fished for the lighter, your hips looking a mere second from bursting through your tight jeans given the position you were in.

“Shit,” Wonbin cursed under his breath, feeling a sense of warmth grow on his cheeks as he darted his eyes away from you.

“Oh,” you said with a muffled sounding voice.

“Um, y-yeah? What’s up?” He stuttered, still looking off into the distance.

“I’ve got the lighter… And some spare change,” you chirped, clasping the findings in your hand before reaching a foot down cautiously.

“Isn’t that stealing?” Wonbin teased, finally looking back to only see your foot slipping on the wet condensation from the truck’s running board.

“____, watch your step!” He called out with a slightly raised voice, his hands finding your waist to protect your fall, which only led to you both tumbling down together.

A strained groan erupted from Wonbin’s throat as his back hit the cold hard ground first, your body weight falling onto his center as your hands hit the gravel, slightly scuffing your skin.

You hadn’t even realized that your eyes were closed the entire time until you finally opened them, the coins you held being scattered about as Wonbin’s wide bunny eyes scanned you with shock.

His arms framed his head, nose a little red from the weather and a sprinkle of snowflakes dusting his black beanie.

“Are you…are you okay?,” he started, voice trailing off as it finally clicked in his mind that you were straddling him on the ground, essentially in public.

He couldn’t pin a finger on what it was about you that made him feel all shy like this, especially whenever he wasn’t buzzed.

“I-I’m… uh… I’m fine,” you stuttered, freeing him of your body weight and extending a hand to help him up.

“Thank you,” he huffed, a puff of cold air escaping his mouth before circling around your warm bodies, “I told you to watch your step….”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that those stupid coins distracted me,” you shivered, just now feeling the effects of the weather as goosebumps sprouted on your skin, “At least I got the lighter, though!”

Wonbin chuckled, both at your enthusiastic words and the uncanniness of this moment, taking off his beanie and adjusting it over your head before closing the door to Sungchan’s truck, pulling you close to him by the shoulder.

“Alright… let’s get back inside before we both freeze to death.”

AFTER GOING BACK inside, Sungchan had somehow managed to get Roxie out of bed, the four of you sitting on the couch while watching a random movie till midnight.

It all brought you a strange sense of déjà vu. You and Wonbin sitting awkwardly together while Roxie and her Sungchan sat like Siamese twins. The only thing missing, aside from some good home cooked food, was Shotaro’s infectious smile and a recreational drug in your system.

A soul booster.

You had gotten lost in your thoughts again, not even realizing when Roxie kissed Sungchan goodnight before he headed home.

Nor when Wonbin pretended to be sleep so no one would wake him as you slept peacefully on his shoulder.

Nor how he left your side once Roxie went to her room to sleep, reaching for the dust-ridden acoustic guitar hiding in a corner of your loft after a long forgotten ex-roommate left it behind as a “farewell” gift.

Nor the warm and woody melody he started to play from the other end of the couch, the gentle hums from his throat luring your busy mind from its slumber.

Your eyes opened with lazy blinks, vision slowly keening in on the lit joint that hung from his mouth, the sound of his fingers sliding against the fretboard and strings sending shivers down your spine.

Or maybe that had more to do with the winter air thrumming through your dorm room's cheap windows.

From the look outside, you’d guess it was sometime around 1am.

The stars were sparkling in the sky and the world beneath almost dead quiet.

“Oh- sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Wonbin said in a half-whisper, noticing the way you were glancing at him before taking the blunt from his mouth.

“Oh, no… it’s okay, I was just… I didn’t mind…” your words trailed off to a mumble as you sat up a little straighter on the couch, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, “What song was that? It sounded really pretty from what I heard.”

“Yesterday… by the Beatles,” he smiled, getting up to set the guitar back in its original place of abandonment, “it would’ve sounded even better though if I had a pick with me.”

He took another huff from the blunt, exhaling through his nose in a familiar manner as he offered it to you, “Want some?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, taking the blunt from his hand before inhaling the herb yourself, though, it was slightly different from the one you had in Wonbin’s kitchen the other night.

“It’s some of Sungchan’s pot,” he said in a husk voice as if reading your mind, “Don’t go too crazy though, ‘cause his shit’s pretty strong.”

He peeked at you through his wavy bangs, waiting for a cough from you that never came.

“Are you buzzed yet?” You asked after taking another huff or two yourself, playing with the smoke in your mouth before blowing it out slowly.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “don’t know how I managed to play a full song, but... yeah... I'm trashed.”

“It must be a talent, I guess,” you hummed at his words, just now noticing the lit candles sitting at random areas in the kitchen and living room.

Good thing, because it helped to drown out the scent of marijuana.

“What else are you good at doing while high?”

His tongue clicked at the roof of his mouth as a subtle yet unmistakable smirk creeped on his face, perfectly matching the rosy hue that began to stain his cheeks.

“You thought of something dirty, didn’t you?”

“Maybe…” he chuckled, widening the distance between his legs a bit as he sat.

Was he… teasing you?

Your eyes fell down to the blunt he placed on the ashtray beside the table, it’s lit bud ceasing with a quiet hiss.

“I’m guessing that wasn’t free either, huh?” You joked, shaking your head at yesterday's memory.

“Nope,” he smiled, “but… you still haven’t returned the favor from your first hit, so I won’t be too mean for now.”

Of course he’d bring that up again.

Right here, right now as you sat mere inches in distance from each other, both buzzed out of your minds.

“And if you were to be mean,” you started hesitantly, biting your lower lip before continuing, “what would that look like?”

He thought on your words carefully before answering, “Well, I doubt it’ll ever come to that anyway, so don't worry about it.”

“Oh, and is it the weed making you confident all of a sudden?”

“No, just the simple fact that you’ll pretty much do anything I tell you to.”

You scoffed, “That’s crazy talk.”

“Is it?“ he pressed, inching closer to you. "Kiss me,” he said, lips just a gentle wind's push from touching yours.

You didn’t budge, but your heart beat escalated all the same.

“Cute,” he smirked, his large hand finding the length of your neck, gliding up to your jawline as his thumb toyed with your lower lip. “I can see it all over your face that you want me, ____.”

“Then why are you asking for it?,” you teased.

“Because I wanted to hear you say it first… even though I already knew you’d let me do this,” he whispered, closing the space between you with a kiss, his warm mouth engulfing yours as the scent of his woody cologne filled your senses.

His other hand found your lower back, pulling you impossibly close to him as the sound of both your hearts beating and his needy grunts consumed you.

Much like the watercolor moth on his wrist, Wonbin’s gentle and vibrant masculinity couldn’t get any more precious in this moment.

This is exactly what he was looking forward to, whether he decided to guise it under the façade of a favor or be completely straight up with you, he finally got you right where you wanted.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you tugged a bit, desperate to hear more of his pretty sounds before the shadow of a smile wavered over Wonbin’s face at your actions, up until he felt your knee bump his hard-on through his pants, causing him to hiss.

“You’re being rough with me,” he said in between kissing your mouth, his hot and thick tongue darting past your lips as the kiss become messier.

Louder.

“And?” You asked, pulling away from his lips before leaving a trail of wetness down his neck, paying extra attention to a spot that made him twitch in his seat.

“And it’s so fucking hot,” he almost moaned when your teeth grazed his skin, his back meeting the couch arm as you subconsciously grinded your hips against his pants, straddling him.

“Is this how you wanted me earlier,” you said, stopping your movements, “when we were outside in the cold?”

By now his shirt was off and your fingers unbuckling his belt with gentle clinking sounds from the metal.

“No,” he said in an impossibly deep voice, looking dead at you as he spoke, “My first mind wanted to fuck you silly in the backseat… but I couldn’t to that to you.”

You giggled at his choice of words given how high you were, shimmying his pants down a bit further before halting at the waistband of his boxers, palming him gently through the fabric.

“Why not?” You asked in a soft voice, contrasting with the fierce grip you had on his clothed shaft.

“Because... even though you’re being an impossible tease right now, I felt like you deserved better than to be fucked in your best friends boyfriend's truck,” he said with a shaky voice, gripping at the couch to contain himself.

You appreciated his consideration in your heart, but didn’t wanna say anything out loud, especially not while your hands were on him like this.

And thank God for these thick curtains, otherwise the whole world would’ve seen how red his throbbing tip looked after finally being freed from the restrictions of his boxers.

You started at the base of his length before gliding upwards, spitting on the head that was already leaking a bit of his early release.

You started to pump him slowly, pearly white precum standing out as it mixed with your clear spit like watercolor.

“Use your mouth for me,” he almost begged, eyes falling victim to a blurry haze as his knuckles turned white with his grip on the cushions.

You teased him a bit by letting your warm breath ghost over his tip, eliciting a groan from him as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

The desperation inside of him only grew from here as your warm and wet lips finally wrapped around him.

You hollowed your cheeks a bit, hands resting at either side of his hips as you began using your tongue to help you take him inch by inch.

“Mmm, feels so fucking good, baby,” he said with a strained voice, his hands finding your head before his thumbs grazed your lips, one of them prying to squeeze itself into your mouth with his already thick cock.

The sight alone was enough to make him buss, so he threw his head back, biting his lip harshly to contain his sounds.

You hummed against his dick, almost feeling it in your chest once his hands pushed your head down further.

He just couldn’t deal with your teasing anymore, wanting to feel you more than he could begin to explain.

He bucked his hips upwards, rutting into your mouth like a bunny in heat. “Aww, fuck,” he cursed, watching the way your eyes glazed with tears.

He always managed to see you crying one way or another, and he loved it every single time.

Your fingernails dug into his sides as the sound of your gagging became hard to miss. He released your head with a sigh, panting as both of your faces burned with heat.

He didn’t expect you to start pumping him again though as soon as your mouth left his cock, but you knew he’d end up missing your warmth in seconds anyways.

“I wasn’t trying to be mean when I did that, by the way,” he sighed, biting his lip as you looked back at him with moist eyelashes, “I just couldn’t hold bac- nghhh~.”

A broken moan escaped his mouth once your hands found his balls, gently cradling them in your hands while alternating with pressures, your other hand still stroking him.

“I’m doing quite the favor for you, Wonbin,” you said with a rasp voice, your throat a bit sore from his actions on top of the smoke you huffed earlier, but he figured it made you sound hotter anyway. “Are you sure I’m not overdoing it?”

“Mmm… no, p-please don’t stop, baby,” he whimpered shamelessly, screwing his eyebrows tightly.

You felt yourself clench around nothing at the nickname, and judging from the way his face changed, you’d bet he noticed.

By now, he could hardly keep still, the muscles in his stomach flexing just as you felt his balls tighten, just as he was finished, chest heaving with need as you rode out his high.

That's when you started to take off your jeans, tossing them in the corner somewhere as he practically drooled at the sight of you in just a baggy top and panties, a dark spot forming at the center of your core where your arousal started to leak through.

“____,” he paused you, bringing you into his lap, your warm core sitting right atop his aching hardness, “you don’t have to go this far if you don’t want to.”

“Well maybe this isn’t just about me owing you anymore,” you whispered, kissing him on the corner of his mouth, “what if I want this?”

His cock stimulated you through your panties as he thought on your words, subconsciously rocking your hips back and forth.

“Then I’ll let you have your way with me…” he said with a rasp whisper, kissing up your neck as one of his hands massaged your tits, his other hand sneaking past your underwear to find your soaking wet clit, rubbing it slowly but with such a pressure that your fingers clung to his broad shoulders.

“I want you to make me feel like I’m falling apart,” he groaned against your skin, spreading your slick all over your aching pussy lips, “I want you to ruin me.”

You didn't waste any time with aligning him at your entrance, sliding down with ease most of the way given how wet you were.

He groaned as your tight walls fully consumed him.

“Fuck~,” you whined, feeling euphorically full as he started thrusting into you, hands gripping at your back as he became overstimulated inside you.

The drugs must've made you feel extra sensitive, especially with the way his tip fucked against your g-spot. You looked into his teary eyes, stoking his face as you helped to bounce with his movements, lewd sounds bouncing off of the walls.

“You’re being so fucking good for me, baby, just like that," he moaned as you clenched around him, too high to give a damn about filling you up raw with thick spurts of his cum.

“Wonie,” you whimpered, feeling as his hands roamed all over your climaxing body.

You felt every part of him in every part of you, and to say the least, it was worth all the awkward moments it took to get here.

THE NEXT MORNING, you woke up with your head resting on Wonbin’s chest, his messy hair spread about his head as you felt his breath faintly on your head. You probably looked like two babies with the way you were cuddling each other under the blanket.

It was a sickeningly cute sight, one might say.

“Sick and twisted,” you heard Shotaro say in the back of your mind, just as Wonbin groaned beneath you with a cat-like yawn.

“I still feel high,” was the first thing he said, making you giggle a little more than necessary before looking him in the face, the effects of your night together ever-present on his face.

“I feel…good,” you smiled.

“Good?”

“Yeah,” you hummed back, peeling yourself from his body as you blinked the tiredness from your eyes.

“You can keep a secret, right?” He asked hesitantly, voice barely audible given how quietly he spoke.

“With my whole life,” you answered, now making eye contact with him which was surprisingly way easier to do than a day ago.

He found your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “We should do each other favors more often… but… maybe not call it that.”

Was he initiating a sexual relationship with you?

Maybe something more?

“Well…” you started curiously, “what would you wanna call it instead, then?”

A grin peeped on his face that quickly softened when he licked his lips, giving your hand a squeeze once again before parting his lips to speak. “Maybe-”

“Fuck,” Roxanne sighed with annoyance, “you horny ducks didn’t blow my candles out last night… now the wax is no good,” she sulked.

“Oh, s-sorry about that, Roxie, we were smoking and it helped the smell,” Wonbin answered first.

“… wait, did you just call us horny ducks?” You asked with a mix of confusion, offense, and realization.

She heard you two.

Hell, of course she did.

“What? You think I didn’t hear Wonbin and his vocal ass practically singing as you did… whatever you did to him…?,” She rambled on, washing her hands in the sink before pulling some from produce from the fridge.

“Oh my God,” Wonbin cringed at himself, covering his face with his hands, though his ears were clearly burning red now.

“The blanket… you brought it in here, didn’t you,” you asked her, just now noticing that it was one she kept at the end of her bed.

“Yep! You’re welcome, freaks,” she chirped through a mouthful of raw celery, drawing your attention to the knife and cutting board she handled, “I’m gonna need your help soon though, ____. We're cooking for a mini get-together later with Taro and Sungchan.”

You hummed at her words, folding up the blanket while thankful that despite how high you two were last night, you managed to put your clothes back on before the sun came up.

“You guys should get cleaned up first, too, by the way,” she said, side-eyeing you as she diced a few green onions. “And preferably not at the same time, please... I’ve heard enough moans for the rest of this week, thanks to you two.”

⚡︎ a/n: I just wanna say thank you to everyone who read this goofy lil piece I wrote !! It's been a while since I wrote something that wasn't requesting, and I had so much fun getting back in my creative mode again !! Hopefully you guys enjoyed it as much as I did huhu !!

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{ ✎ accidentally sending you a nude - riize }

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!!

MINORS DNI

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.ᐟ needy RIIZE when you cuddle them ༉‧₊˚.

req: Okay but like Riize getting hard (and needy i.e. ANTON!!!) when you cuddle them or straddle them 😞😞😞😞😞😞😞

pairing: bf!riize x reader — masterlist

!! SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, MINORS DNI

⭑.ᐟ shotaro

For Shotaro and you, your favorite time of the day was when you lay together on the couch after dinner to watch a series or movie, or simply to talk about how your day had gone. At that moment you were cuddling with each other, you telling him something that had happened to you while he gently caressed your arm. For some reason that day Shotaro couldn't take your eyes off of you, and as he listened to you he felt every time the need to get close to your lips and cut your words. And well, he did. He couldn't hold back and started kissing your lips needily, to which you reciprocated somewhat confused. 'Taro, why…?' 'Sorry, but i just need you so bad right now… Can i…?'

⭑.ᐟ eunseok

Eunseok used to be pretty good at holding back the urge, or so he always said. You knew perfectly well that he became very needy at the slightest physical contact with you (or even without physical contact). At that moment you were both in his bed, joking around as you always used to do. You had started a little wrestling match to see who could pin the other one down. Finally you were on top of him, both of you with your breathing a bit labored. Eunseok had a little smile on your face, which you didn't understand until a few seconds later, when you started to feel how he was getting hard under you. 'Really Eunseok?' 'You look so cute trying so hard to win me… Can you help me princess?'

⭑.ᐟ sungchan

You and Sungchan were at a friend's house, as you had organized a movie date. The sofa was big, but you still decided to lie on top of Sungchan while he hugged you with his arms, as you loved being that way with him. For some reason Sungchan had been a little needy since he had gotten up, but he hadn't had any time alone or with you to work it out. It was that moment when you were on top of him that the friction meant he couldn't take it anymore. You immediately noticed it, looking at him somewhat surprised. He was looking back at you, apologizing with his eyes. You thought it was cute how desperate he looked, unable to stand being alone. You leaned close to his ear and whispered. 'We can always go to the bathroom and sort it out there…'

⭑.ᐟ wonbin

Wonbin came home very stressed. He had been through that whole day, and all he wanted to do was go home and lie down on the couch and rest. And that's what he did. Once he got home he sat on the couch, and you went over to try to de-stress him a little. You got on his lap like you used to do and started massaging his shoulders and arms with your hands, while he closed his eyes. You didn't know if it was because of the mixture of being stressed and your touch, but little by little Wonbin started to pull you closer to him and caress your body. When you realized his face was on your neck, leaving some kisses on the area. 'Wonbin? What's wrong?' 'I'm needing you so bad right now…'

⭑.ᐟ seunghan

It was getting late and you had to go home, so you got up from the couch to leave. Seunghan grabbed your hand and stretched you a little, causing you to fall into his lap. You couldn't help but laugh at his expression, as he looked at you with a small pout forming on his lips. 'Do you really have to go?' Seunghan put his hands on your lower back, pulling you closer to him as you put your hands on his shoulders. After a few seconds looking at you with a pitying face he moved closer to your lips, making out with you for a few minutes as his hands ran up and down your back. When you parted Seunghan looked at you with a slightly shaky breath as he whispered. 'Okay, now you can't leave me like this y/n… '

⭑.ᐟ sohee

You and Sohee had spent the night together. You used to sleep facing each other, but as soon as you woke up, Sohee would turn around and put her arms around you, staying in that position for a few minutes while you woke up completely. It was while you were in each other's embrace that you started to feel something pressed against your back, and immediately you heard Sohee whisper as he pulled away a little.

'Omg y/n, I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to…-'

Realizing what was going on you turned to him letting out a small laugh. 'It's okay Sohee it's normal, don't you want me to help you with that?'

⭑.ᐟ anton

Anton always becomes so needy for you, with the slightest touch. But at the same time he's a little embarrassed to turn that way. This time you were lying in bed, about to go to sleep, when you noticed how Anton hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist and the boy left a kiss on your cheek as he wished you goodnight. You were going to sleep soon too, but you decided to stay up a few more minutes looking at your cell phone. It was after a few minutes that you noticed Anton move a little behind you, kind of rubbing himself as he let out a small whimper. 'Anton, is something wrong?' 'I'm sorry honey… I think I got too close to you and… Can you help me please…?'

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[sehodreams]

fanta grape

TW and tags: threesome (late poly?), cheating, dubious consent (from smoking and drinking), toxic!Seunghan.

WC: 6.8K (okay we getting better at making shorter stuff)

Summary: Seunghan doesn’t need a clingy girlfriend, but Anton and Wonbin do.

Comment: I did say that pretty boys with fried hair were my weakness. I think the images make this look darker than what it really is, sorry if you expect something heavy dark, this is not it (except for Seunghan’s toxic behaviour).

7:30 PM was too early to give up.

You shifted in your seat, trying to concentrate on another thing that wasn’t the hour, how the light of the TV was slightly blinding you in the dark room, and how the skin under your thighs was sweating.

Half an hour before you had told yourself that nothing would make you leave without having a proper conversation with your boyfriend, but he not being there hadn’t crossed your mind, and you were just so relieved that his friends hadn’t asked you to leave, that the possibility of Seunghan not coming back with the knowledge of you being there just started to settle in.

Anton was already choosing a movie from the big carton box in Wonbin’s living room when you arrived, and Wonbin was picking a few beers when he saw you from his window, grabbing a fanta grape for you, perfectly knowing why you were standing there on his doorstep at 7PM.

Looking at the movie, between your boyfriend’s friends on each side, you tried to remind yourself why you were there.

Seunghan had dated you for almost half a year, he’s been your first everything, your first date, your first confession, your first boyfriend and your first orgasm, and everything was good, so you didn’t get why the sudden change with him.

Well, not everything was good, but didn’t all couples have problems? Why would he act so differently after some discussions and a few refusals?

It’s been days since the last time he answered one of your calls, and his messages were getting shorter and shorter, leaving you on read for hours and only answering when he knew you were asleep.

Sorry, been busy.

What kind of excuse was that?

You decided to have a talk with him to fix things, perhaps you weren’t paying enough attention to other signals, or perhaps he was getting tired of you not being able to go to his gigs and wait for him when he practised, but he knew how was your family when you started, so why was he suddenly pushing you to do things he perfectly knew you couldn’t?

‘’Can you call him again?’’ you asked Anton for the third time.

You didn’t dare to look him in the eyes while making that question again, but Seunghan wasn’t answering any of your calls, and you didn’t know what else to do, he had at least answered the first time Anton called him when you arrived.

You didn’t have to say anything for him to grab his phone and mark Seunghan’s number when you arrived.  ‘’She’s here’’ he had said, and he had tried to pass you the phone, but Seunghan had ended the call before you could talk.

Still, even having bothered him enough after that first call, Anton did it, he called him, and to prove he was doing it, he showed you how his name appeared on his screen, ringing a couple of times before the woman’s voice saying you could leave a message, and that you knew a bit too well by that point, started.

Seunghan was declining the calls of his friends now.

You shifted on your seat, looking down at your hands and the drops of the cold can fall over your uncovered thighs.

Feeling stupid, you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hold back your tears to not show how much you were hurting in front of the boys.

‘’Baby, what’s wrong?’’ Wonbin asked, looking at your shoulders get smaller and you blinking the tears away.

He knew what was wrong, everyone knew.

‘’Seunghan is seeing someone else, right?’’ you asked back, hands gripping the metallic object in your hands, leaving dents on it, and making your fingertips change from the reddish lively colour they always had to a pale one.

Both stayed silent.

‘’I’m so stupid’’ you sourly laughed, drinking the rest of your fanta.

Anton stood up to grab you another one, you knew it, but shaking your head you asked for a beer instead.

‘’But you hate it’’ he replied.

‘’Anton, I’ve been abandoned, could you please give me a beer?’’ you said, hurt, and as polite as always.

‘’Try mine’’ Wonbin offered, putting his bottle in front of you and surprising you, but resting your hand over his holding the drink, you accepted that he maintained it in the air for you, moved it closer to your mouth and tilted it for you to drink it.

It tasted terrible, you didn’t understand why they all drank it like water, you didn’t see the point of getting drunk, and usually, when you went out with them, you ended up being the one taking care of your boyfriend at parties instead of the other way around, like he usually promised before he made you sneak out.

Feeling even sadder, you moved his hand higher and drank a bigger gulp of that beer with earthy flavour.

Making a face at the end, and pushing Wonbin’s hand away, you didn’t want to say out loud how bad it tasted so Anton didn’t say an I told you that reminded you of your dad every time you made a mistake, like dating Seunghan.

Anton gave you another can of your fanta grape and sat with crossed arms, focusing on the TV again to not make you conscious.

‘’Thank you’’ you said, and he nodded.

‘’Just drink what you want, we buy that stuff for you anyways’’ Anton said later.

You felt piteous, and trying to brush the awkward moment you put yourself on, when your eyes saw Wonbin’s stash on the TV stand, you interrupted them again.

‘’Why aren’t you smoking?’’ you asked purely out of curiosity.

They used to always share a joint after they finished playing the same five songs they had an entire afternoon, and the first times they had even invited you to smoke with them, or well, Seunghan did, until Wonbin told him to leave you alone if you didn’t want to.

You didn’t like to stay there for long for that reason, you wouldn’t do anything at all, yet you felt like an uninvited guest sitting and limiting them with your presence because of all the things you couldn’t do, afraid of making them hate you every time you walked there with Seunghan pulling you by the hand.

‘’I thought you hated when the smell stayed on your clothes’’ Wonbin replied, and it wasn't a guess, he had heard you telling it to Seunghan when he tried to convince you that a hit wouldn’t hurt you.

You didn’t hate it solely because of that, you hated that it was an aroma hard to mask, and your dad was not as hard on you as he was before, but you still trembled every time you arrived at your house after spending an afternoon with a high Seunghan, afraid of your dad thinking that you were the one smoking it, and the consequences you would have to face.

You hated when Seunghan tried to force you onto things he knew would put you in a lot of trouble, it was nice that he had pushed you to do certain things you wouldn’t have dared until you met him, like wearing skirts, buying makeup and going to parties, but you had explained your reasons in detail for not smoking, and he had continued insisting.

Still, you never expected them all to not smoke for something you had told your boyfriend in supposed secret.

‘’That didn’t stop you before’’ you answered, taking another sip of your soda and trying to brush off the sudden blush on your cheeks, maybe you were overthinking it, you tried to tell yourself, why would they do something like that for you when they weren’t even something yours? They were your boyfriend’s friends, and nothing else, ‘’you can smoke if you want, don’t mind me’’.

Frowning, you let the new can rest over your thighs, and feeling the intense coldness bring you back to the moment, you saw how Anton didn’t waste a single second to light a joint up, happy to finally do something with his mouth now that he had your permission.

He always preferred smoking more than drinking, so you couldn’t understand how he survived the ‘’not smoking’’ rule they had created without your knowledge, and even if you weren’t around that much lately for it to be considered a real restrain, it still surprised you.

That didn’t change the fact that you had taken care of him on a couple of occasions though. Just like holding Wonbin’s hair when he got extremely wasted and threw up in strangers' bathrooms, you had let Anton sleep with his head on your lap when he smoked and ate a bit too much while Seunghan or Sohee ran to 24/7 convenience stores for something to bring him back to life.

‘’Do you want to try it?’’ he asked you, and you, deciding to do something different for your break-up, nodded.

‘’Do you even know how to smoke?’’ Wonbin inquired, laughing beside you.

‘’I’ve seen you two doing it more than enough’’ you quickly said, sounding different from usual and making Anton laugh, because it was true, especially with him.

Passing you the stick, you observed it for a good minute between your fingers, debating in your insides if it was worthy, but then you looked to the side, at how the drums frames of your boyfriend reflected the light of the TV, and you remembered why you were there.

Taking in air, you breathed, then moved it closer to your face, and seeing the little tip, you sucked it deep and nice.

They watched you as if they were studying you, having high expectations of your confidence, and laughing loudly when you coughed.

‘’Calm down’’ Wonbin took the joint from your hand, showing you how to do it right.

His lips barely touched it, and he nicely inhaled the smoke, holding it in like a pro, closing his eyes, and then slowly letting it out. It was an honest lesson, but you felt as if he had challenged you, and letting him pass it to Anton, you waited for your turn to prove yourself again.

This time you did it better, holding it in for longer, and softly letting it out like he did, watching him look at you with that cheeky grin.

It wasn’t even 8:15 when you checked again, and you had until 10 to stay and then go home, that was your curfew and you followed it religiously to avoid problems. So, watching Rocky get beaten once again on a TV old enough to be in your grandparents’ basement, you decided to close your eyes and let the weed effects take you, with an I have enough time in mind.

You wanted to see what was that magic that made everyone love it.

Leaning on the back of the couch, after many minutes, you started to feel conscious of different things, like the electric sound of the people cheering inside the old TV, the sticky sensation of the dirty fabric of the sofa under your recently shaved legs, and even more, the boy's legs touching yours on each side.

Of course they would be manspreading, they were in an indie/rock/you don’t know what the fuck band, so the way they caged you between their bodies and made you uncomfortable to find their own comfort probably didn’t even cross their minds.

Your eyelids opened when you heard a loud slam come from the movie, startling you, and you decided to watch the ceiling above you, recognizing the little spots from the humidity you had disliked since you stepped into that garage.

Wow, you really disliked, to not say hated, many things.

Just realizing it, you noticed that you disliked that garage from the first time you arrived, you disliked the old green couch that Wonbin made your boyfriend push from three streets down to his house, you disliked the old TV with static noise that your boyfriend and his friends made you watch, and you especially disliked that your boyfriend left you aside for all those things you hated without a doubt.

Why were you even trying it? You asked yourself.

After getting stressed for so many days, you didn’t have the energy to keep blaming yourself for it, and when Rocky had his first date with Adrianna, you laughed with the boys at Rocky’s corniness when he followed her around the ice ring.

Having seen that movie more times with them than necessary, that was one of the few scenes you honestly enjoyed, concentrating on it even when your boyfriend made you mad after he dropped a bomb like ‘’sorry, forgot we had this gig later, so I won’t be able to go to our date’’.

Or perhaps you concentrated because Anton always turned up the volume when that scene came since he saw you liked it too.

Watching them walk the street, you leaned to Wonbin’s side without noticing. His leather jacket felt glue-like against your cheek, but you didn’t mind, and looking at Rocky ramble about his turtles to catch Adrianna’s attention, you laughed when you saw the ugly pink lamp above them that was identical to the lamp Wonbin had put on one of the corners there.

‘’Rocky’s apartment reminds me of here’’ Anton said, referring to Wonbin’s ugly garage.

‘’What are you saying?’’ you interrupted him, ‘’Rocky is the original, Wonbin needs more than old cabinets, leaking pipes and granny lamps to catch him.’’

Wonbin only looked at you and shook his head with a smile, not even trying to defend himself.

When you focused on the movie again instead of the sensation of Wonbin’s leg pushing yours jokingly and his hand resting on your knee like he had done many times, Rocky was cornering her in his entrance, and on any other occasion you would’ve pushed his hand away, but when you saw the ambience of the movie get heavier, you couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t the kiss about to happen and how cold his hand that previously shared his drink with you felt against your skin.

Wonbin’s hand was trailing a bit higher, still a decent distance from anything too alarming, and you felt something forming in your insides, like a little spark that you kind of liked, so you didn’t stop him.

When Rocky kissed her, you squeezed your legs, trapping Wonbin’s hand between your legs, dangerously high and near your panties.

The kiss was quick but deep, and you felt Wonbin’s hand fitting perfectly between your legs, long fingers and a wide palm, feeling good and making you clench around nothing.

You woke up, you were getting wet with the hand of your boyfriend’s friend between your thighs, and opening them to let it free, you shifted on your place, pulling down your skirt as much as you could.

‘’Everything okay?’’ you heard Anton asking after you had pushed his leg with yours when you freed Wonbin’s hand.

Looking at him with lost eyes, you nodded, trying to brush off what had just happened.

Concentrating on the screen again, you leaned against Anton this time, almost a bit too much, trying to put a little distance between Wonbin and you so his hand didn’t get lost again.

Anton directed his eyes at you when he felt you pressing your chest against his arm, and again, you didn’t mean to, it just felt comfortable to be against him, and you couldn’t think twice about what you were doing when you pressed your chest again.

Liar.

You lied to yourself once again, like when you told yourself Seunghan didn’t mean to make you cry with his jokes, or when he lied saying he wasn’t high so you let him sneak into your room in the middle of the night, or when he tried to make you eat an edible that Anton snatched from your hand before you could taste it.

Suddenly, with that memory, Anton protecting you from a danger you didn’t know, you wanted to get closer to him, and for the first time that night, you felt happy to have chosen such a skimpy outfit that did nothing to shield you from the freezing night.

You just put on what Seunghan liked, what usually caught his attention, because that was your goal, not to survive the air of the winter night, and the big sweater that you tossed to one of Wonbin’s bushes hadn’t helped you avoid your neighbours’ stares, but at least it fooled your mother enough when you left before your father came from work.

Trying to remember the name of the last five presidents to keep you sane (which soon became the name of the last five songs you heard while walking there), you saw the way Wonbin was paying more attention to you on his side than the TV in front of you two, and not being able to pull your eyes away from him and his messy ashy blonde hair, probably as dirty as his garage, still hugging Anton’s arm, your smile got bigger when he moved a string of your hair behind your ear.

"You're high" he affirmed, and you, not confirming it, only closed your eyes to the sensation of his fingertips grazing a little spot behind your ear.

Shit, you murmured inside your mind.

You were getting too wet for your own good, and that wouldn't have been a problem if you were with your boyfriend, he would've immediately noticed the change in your demeanour and would've taken you to the bathroom to give you a quick fuck (not making you cum), helping you endure the need until he could walk you home and waited for your sign so he could climb the tree near your window.

But he wasn't there, and you didn't know what to do to make your cunt stop pulsating around nothing.

Gulping, you moved your eyes to Anton.

Everything you were feeling had to be because of that stupid joint, and he’d know what to do, like he always does.

"Should we take her home?" He asked, noticing the way you were uncomfortable with both pairs of eyes over you, hiding your face on his side out of embarrassment.

"Hell no, her dad is going to shoot us" Wonbin quickly answered.

You laughed at that, the little giggle making them smile too, amused with your sudden happiness, an image of you they weren’t used to, but it was true, your dad would shoot at them if they left his princess with wobbly legs in his doorstep, and he would kill you later too, which was actually kind of upsetting, and probably the reason why you always thought everything twice, my dad is going to kill me if he finds out, so no one should’ve laughed, but you all did.

Still, your imagination made you squeeze your thighs, making you see another way in which they would leave you with said wobbly legs, and feeling a bit of relief from the pressure that was building in your abdomen, you shamelessly repeated the action.

‘’Look at this girl, what do you think you’re doing?’’ Wonbin asked with a grin.

You should’ve stopped, you should’ve listened to that part in your mind that told you that you were acting like a fucking slut and to go home, but you didn’t, and with an exhale, you lied on your back as far as you could, and looking at them, you waited for one of them to do something.

Your exposed skin started to prickle, and a stronger tingle installed between your legs when Wonbin’s hand posed over your knee again.

Even if they didn’t do anything intense, when Anton’s hand gripped your other knee, a mewl left your mouth, calling for them to do something else than just touching that part of you.

‘’Fuck, what should we do?’’ Anton asked, without a grin, licking his lips and a frown on his forehead, ready to eat his meal.

‘’Shit do I know, I just want to touch her’’ Wonbin said.

Anton was relying on the older to say something, and you kind of did too. If he sent you home, you doubted you could continue with your little show, or show your face to them ever again, and you would end up unsatisfied, but at least you would keep a bit of your pride that Seunghan had smashed.

‘’Her nipples are so hard’’ the younger commented, eyes fixed on your perky buds standing under your white top that did nothing to hide them.

They could easily see the outline of them under the thick fabric, making their mouths dry for a taste.

‘’If you open your legs for us, we’ll touch you, but only if you do, we won’t do anything unless you show us what you want’’ Wonbin declared.

Your escape, that was your opportunity to leave, you could stay with your legs closed, or you could stand and walk out, you were high, but not that high, and you had no reason to depend on any of them to go home.

Watching the movie, you inhaled as much air as you could.

You look pretty tonight, you know? with an unclear mind, you heard the dialogue, Rocky saying it to his girl before his fight.

That was your fight now.

‘’How do I look tonight?’’ you let the question out.

You had dressed for Seunghan, an outfit you wouldn’t have worn in your wildest dreams before and that made you feel like a clown walking around, a foreigner on your own skin.

That wasn’t you, and when the boys saw you, they watched you from head to toe before they announced that Seunghan had just left, which felt kind of nice too.

‘’What do you expect me to say? You look gorgeous, but I have to admit it bothers me that you didn’t dress like that to see me’’ Wonbin smiled.

‘’You have no idea how much I love how you look in this skirt, but it makes me crazy to think you had to walk here alone’’ Anton didn’t smile.

You look fine was everything Seunghan would’ve said, not even looking at you.

Both answers felt correct in their way, and not having any other reason to stop yourself anymore, you were single after all, you opened your legs, and being bolder than usual, you lifted the hem of your skirt for them enough to see your underwear.

‘’Shit, my baby must’ve been hurting so much’’ Wonbin teased, pressing his fingers over your clothed cunt and drawing the form of your lips over them.

‘’She looks in so much pain’’ Anton agreed, and his hand went to your tit, pinching one of your nipples like he had been wanting since he saw you cross Wonbin’s door.

Not wearing a bra, he used his thumb and index to play with them, making your mouth fall open with a silent moan.

‘’Don’t be like that’’ your back arched to give Anton better access to your chest, so he touched you better, like you wanted to be touched, ‘’be kind, please’’.

Wonbin closed his eyes and Anton shook his head, both smiling from ear to ear.

‘’Don’t worry baby, you took care of us, now we’ll take care of you’’ Wonbin pushed your panties to the side and slid his middle finger up and down between your wet lips, ‘’She’s dripping so much, I think I can push one inside without problem’’.

‘’Has Seunghan ever made you cum with his fingers?’’ Anton asked.

You didn’t want to answer, it was so private, something between you and your boyfriend (now ex), and they could see in your flushing cheeks and your wavering eyes how you wouldn’t put Seunghan to shame even if he didn’t treat you right, and that was even more adorable for them.

‘’It’s okay princess, you don’t have to answer, tonight you’ll learn how a real orgasm feels like’’ Anton answered himself.

Both of them had turned to you a long time ago, and making you spread more for them, to show everything, they engraved the image of your pussy glistening and the juices that reflected the only light there.

‘’So fucking pretty’’ Wonbin cursed, licking his finger that had just touched you, ‘’as sweet as I imagined’’ he groaned, fingers going to your clit to recollect more of your wetness.

All tender and inviting, Anton’s left hand went from your chest to your pussy, fighting with Wonbin to thumb your clit, until he won, and Wonbin had to feel content with filling your entrance with one of his fingers.

9:10 PM

You looked at the hour, reminding yourself that you had to leave at ten.

‘’I’ll get punished if I don’t get home by ten…’’ you cried when Wonbin added one more finger, pushing them in and then pulling them out until just the tip of his fingers stayed inside.

Anton kept making circles over your clit, repeating Wonbin’s action and licking his fingers before going back to his job.

‘’We’ll walk you home princess, don’t worry’’ Anton secured.

‘’Fuck’’ you moaned when Wonbin increased the pace of his fingers fucking you.

His guitarist's fingers were working you so well, and you never doubted he had a talent when he played songs for you while waiting for your boyfriend to arrive, but to feel the same fingers playing with your insides confirmed his talent even more, and soon your hand went to his wrist, trying to stop him from making you cry.

‘’Too good’’ you cried, forgetting that Anton was also the culprit of that tightness forming on your core, letting his stimulations continue.

‘’I know baby, I know’’ Wonbin smiled, stopping his movements and watching the minor rolling your little bud, making you tremble and tear up, squirming to escape a pleasure you had never felt so intense before.

That didn’t last long, Wonbin couldn’t let himself be overshadowed by another boy, and with your hand still wrapping his wrist, he went back to do scissoring motions inside you.

You didn’t know what name to call, little sobs escaping from you and making them laugh at how pretty you looked even when being and making a mess.

You were leaking over Wonbin’s couch, leaving a big dark spot under you, and if you had been conscious enough, you would’ve stopped them, but you felt such an intense pressure approaching you that you could only concentrate on the way Wonbin’s fingers were opening you so good and how Anton wasn’t drawing circles anymore, roughly moving his hand from one side to the other to make you cum.

He could see it coming, your chest heavily moving up and down while tears pricked your eyes, and he had to show you he was true to his words, unlike Seunghan, so he decided to teach you what a real orgasm felt like.

Clenching around Wonbin’s fingers, Anton flicked your clit while Wonbin rushed his fingers into thrusting harder, making you cum with his digits inside you.

Yes, Anton kept murmuring when he saw your abdomen shaking and felt your pussy quivering under his hand.

With toes curling, legs trembling and eyes rolling, you came over their hands incredibly strong, a little gush dripping over Wonbin’s palm and his couch.

That didn’t stop them, they didn’t care that you were cumming, and they continued until you convulsed and cried for them to please stop.

It wasn’t even 9:25 and they had already given you the best orgasm of your life.

Your body was numb after they stopped, your eyes dropped closed, and the tears didn’t stop rolling down your cheeks, making Anton clean them with his thumb.

‘’Are you okay?’’ he asked you because your tears wouldn’t stop.

‘’Yes, sorry, too good’’ was the only coherent sentence that you could form.

Looking bright, Wonbin left a quick kiss on your lips, wrapping your throat with his hand to maintain you in your position for him.

Anton, wanting one too, did the same thing, with his hand on your chest instead.

Taking turns, they stole the little air you tried to retrieve, making you more dizzy with their mouths than with the weed you had smoked not long ago and the beer Wonbin had given to you so lovingly.

Your body was warm, and you weren’t sure exactly what you wanted, but your nipples were in pain, needing more than the delicate friction of Anton’s fingers over your top, and whining, you wanted them to touch you like they had just done, or even more.

‘’One more?’’ Anton asked when he saw you trying to close your legs in your place, trying to find any kind of relief.

‘’Yes, please’’ you said, and he, feeling proud of his good girl, gave your pussy a soft smack, telling you to open your legs more for him.

‘’We can give you something better than fingers’’ Wonbin said, making you turn to him, and knowing what he was referring to, you nodded.

You didn’t need to think things too much, you wanted to feel good, you were just abandoned, and if they were two boys willing to give you a good time for a night, why would you stop now?

‘’But not today’’ Wonbin continued, making you let a painful noise out.

‘’Why?’’ you asked sad.

‘’We’ve been waiting so much for you, your first time with us is not going to be this way’’ Anton answered.

You were too deep in a haze to understand him, and confused, you could only blink when you heard him.

Because they were kissing you just seconds ago, they were leaning towards you, and each of them, seeing you under them from their own side, blocked the TV and the big clock from your sight.

‘’But I want to cum’’ you cried, not caring about anything else and interrupting them from continuing with their reasons to not fuck you.

‘’That’s okay baby, all we are saying is that we won’t fuck you tonight’’ Wonbin laughed at your request, ‘’we’ll definitely make you cum one more time, we can’t let our girl go home in pain, but you need to come back in your senses if you want us to fuck you’’ he explained.

 ‘’Our girl’’ Anton caressed your cheek while Wonbin trailed down his hand from your neck to between your breasts.

That sentence seemed too dreamy for him, having waited so long to say it, not daring himself to voice it when you weren’t really his.

‘’Your girl?’’ you asked.

‘’Our girl’’ Wonbin confirmed.

They always hated the way Seunghan treated you, such a cute little thing like you should always be treated like a precious doll, with care, and spoiled with the best things.

Sadly, the lucky bastard had found you before them, and they could only see you from afar, everything, from the friendship with Seunghan to your heart eyes directed at him, stopping them.

Anton was always the one putting your drinks on Wonbin’s shopping car, and the last hated paying for unnecessary shit, judging deep inside any coloured can that he saw in the same aisle of his beers, yet he let the youngest sneak the box with the memory of your smile when you opened his fridge and found what you liked.

I’m not her boyfriend, Anton said in his mind when he ran to grab your fanta grape.

I’m not her boyfriend, Wonbin reminded himself when he tapped his card.

But now you were their girl, and they would treat you like you deserved.

Not believing what you just heard, you felt so loved with their eyes over you and his hands roaming your body that you slid down on the couch, making your cunt easier for them to access, and with some difficulty you placed your hand over your pelvis, going down a bit more to push your folds apart and expose your entrance, presenting them your little hole clenching around nothing.

‘’Your girl’’ you exhaled, weak against their care.

Anton was faster than Wonbin, his hand quickly finding your pussy and cupping it to not let the oldest fuck you with his fingers again, pushing his own inside you this time.

The other, accepting his loss, lifted your top to let your breasts free, which bounced with the fabric pulling them up and then letting them fall down naked.

Your pretty nipples begged for them to give them attention, all hard and standing since you arrived thanks to the chilly air that had impacted you on your way there.

‘’Been dying for a taste’’ Wonbin admitted, letting Anton take his place with his fingers inside you and launching his tongue to lick your bud.

His velvet tongue felt amazing on your smooth skin, making you drip more over Anton’s digits.

Anton’s fingers were a lot longer than Wonbin’s, and he easily grazed a certain spot that made you gasp and shake your head at how intense it felt, receiving more of your leaking juices as a response when he pushed it again.

‘’Too much?’’ he asked, and it was too much, but you denied it.

Pulling away, he slowly went back in, trying to make you used to him and the size of his fingers.

‘’She wants more’’ Wonbin said, caressing your cheek and obliging you to let the lip you hadn’t realized you were biting hard, free. ‘’Ain’t I right?’’ he wanted you to answer.

‘’Yes,’’ you sighed.

Gritting his teeth, Anton did the same action, but quicker this time, pulling out his fingers and pushing them back in harder and faster, making you moan and nod at the thrusts.

‘’Aw she likes it’’ Wonbin commented, hand cupping your jaw and leaving a soft kiss on your cheek while his other hand stayed playing with the nipple he was previously licking.

Anton dragged his fingers in and out, liking the vision of you frowning and moaning under him, but even more, how you were receiving more attention than what you needed from Wonbin’s part.

That was what you deserved, undivided attention and care from them, to drown in pleasure and forget about everything that wasn’t worth your time.

Only they were worth your time.

Lost in the sensation of your cunt taking his fingers so well, Anton kept pounding into you, slowly at times, to then fuck you harder and faster until you cried and tried to get away from his hand.

Wonbin’s hand that fingered you just minutes ago moved to your tummy, pressing his palm to help you get closer to your orgasm while his nose nuzzled behind your ear and his breath hit your cheek.

‘’She’s so tight’’ Anton commented, wrists almost completely stopping and thumb brushing your clit.

‘’I know, she’ll take us so good later’’ Wonbin almost groaned.

You cried when you heard that, they were fucking you so good only with their fingers, you couldn’t even imagine how good their cocks would make you feel. You squirmed in your place, trying to close your legs to stop you from becoming so sensitive, not getting far with the boy's hands gripping your thighs and maintaining you in your position for them. 

‘’You wanted to cum’’ Wonbin reminded you.

‘’Yes, I’m sorry’’ you said, biting your lip again and letting yourself be fucked by Anton’s fingers.

Anton didn’t hurry, gently moving the two fingers he had inside you in scissoring motions this time, he felt your warm and wet walls trap him.

‘’She’s going to cum’’ Wonbin said, recognizing your same expression from before, the way your chest was agitated and your body convulsing.

‘’Oh princess, cum for me’’ Anton demanded, needing to see your orgasm leaking down his hand just like you did for Wonbin.

Ruthlessly moving in and out his wrist, he enjoyed your face contorting for him and your pussy fluttering, and a heavier stream was released, making another mess over Wonbin’s couch and his hand.

You couldn’t feel your body anymore, and you had no idea at what time or how you got home, but when you woke up you were in your room with clean clothes and as relaxed as never.

Soon you were filled with anxiety, scared of how you had arrived and what would your parents say. You didn’t dare to go out of your room, and looking at the hour, you felt your nerves fall when you saw that your father had already left for work and your mother probably had gone out to do some shopping like she usually did that day.

You had no messages from any of them saying that they would talk to you later, and it was already passed midday, so you tried to think that things were probably all okay. However, you didn’t expect to see a message from Anton and Wonbin asking how you felt.

Come see us later, Wonbin had added.

What the hell had been that the day before? You stared at your wall for minutes until you decided that you wouldn’t know unless you asked it yourself.

Later that day, Sungchan opened the door for you when you arrived, his face pale at seeing you there.

You didn’t know who to ask for, so you timidly smiled at him and waited for him to simply let you in.

‘’Let her in’’ Wonbin said when he saw you, so Sungchan had no option but to let you.

Smiling, Wonbin tilted his head to where his kitchen connected with his garage, and you nodded understanding him, walking there with insecure steps.

‘’What the hell do you think you’re doing?’’ you heard Sungchan ask Wonbin in a whisper.

‘’You don’t care’’ Wonbin answered, not in a whisper.

Entering the garage, Wonbin’s couch was still there, covered only by a flannel where you dripped down, and suddenly an embarrassing memory came back to you in a flashback.

‘’I’m so sorry’’ you had apologized when the three of you observed the big spots you had left with your orgasms.

‘’It’s okay’’ Wonbin laughed, patting your back to console you.

‘’That’s kind of hot’’ Anton added, eyes focused on the way it showed perfectly how good they had treated you.

Now Anton was sitting on a single new couch that stuck out in the middle of the well-known garage, immediately smiling when he saw you.

There was a new face too, a girl sitting in the corner of the couch that reminded you of your old you, silent and feigning a smile, like when you waited for Seunghan to come back when he left you in painful silence with his friends the first days.

You walked to Anton, still wary, but more confident after he seemed happy to see you there.

‘’Hey,’’ Anton said, taking your hand to play with the tips of your fingers, to then pull you closer and make you sit on his lap.

His arms wrapped your waist perfectly, letting a greeting kiss behind your ear that made you giggle, making you feel comfortable on your new seat.

You felt the eyes of the new girl staring at you, and not wanting to be rude anymore, you talked.

‘’Hi,’’ you finally addressed the girl in the room when Anton rested his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the aroma of your shampoo like he had been dreaming for months, ‘’Sorry’’ you continued, presenting yourself.

The girl denied with a cute smile, telling you that it was okay, and presenting herself as Seunghan’s new girlfriend.

‘’Seunghan’s girlfriend…’’ you repeated. She was cute, collected, calm, like you were when he met you.

‘’Yes, we just started seeing each other this month, how long have you been together?’’ she asked you, surely referring to you and Anton like a couple.

‘’Oh, it hasn’t been long’’ Anton answered for you.

A second later Sohee walked in, looking puzzled out for seeing you there, and especially, over Anton’s lap.

Almost immediately the rest of the boys came to the garage, all except Wonbin, becoming silent at the sight in front of them. Seunghan, who was more astonished than the others, froze at the entrance without understanding what he was looking at, his new girlfriend in the same room with his ex-girlfriend sitting over his bandmate’s lap.

Wonbin was the one who got him out of his confused state, pushing him to the side so he could cross the room to meet you, and sitting on the arm of the small new couch, he gave you a soft kiss on the lips, surprising everyone there, including you.

‘’We hope you all give us your blessings’’ Wonbin smiled, posing his cheek next to yours while Anton continued with his arms around your waist and his face hidden on your neck.

[hrtfelt4u]

heartstrings. | wonbin park.

033. exile.

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[tokiiwonz]

riize as twitter links (nsfw) !!

a/n: i loved writing this :( also ot7!riize. if the links ain't working, try logging in ur account, that said be mindful, strictly dni to minors

shotaro

shotaro is obsessed with having you on his lap while giving him the ride of his life; the way you rock your body against his, take him as deep as you can as he kneads your ass are the things that could keep him hard for hours. there's nothing more perfect for taro than seeing your face and holding your waist while having him fully sheathed inside you.

sometimes, shotaro is just too caught up with the heat to take your clothes off before fucking you; he doesn't mind any of that, in fact, he's quite into the use of clothes, especially his neckties and belts, as some type of bondage just to assert his dominance.

eunseok

similar to shotaro, eunseok lives for the sight of you on top riding him. he easily gets weak on his knees y'know :((( you're just too pretty for him to even fuck you properly in a missionary, so as much as he could, he just lets you ride him for as long as you want.

eunseok is a romantic and there's not a time where he passed on an opportunity for a soft & gentle fuck sesh. physical touch is his love language after all, and the best way he displays it is by having his cock deep inside you as he makes your toes curl in pleasure <//3

sungchan

sungchan just wanted to stay at riize's dorm with his you, but he's had enough of you flirting so much with his members, so he decided to fuck you next to a thin wall so everyone could hear how much of a slut you are for him

it's not often for sungchan to get sexually frustrated easily considering the amount of head you give him on a daily basis, but every once in a while, he loves fucking you rough and harsh—it’s not everyday he gets to have his dick inside you, so if given a chance, he never misses to take the chance to wife his boyfriend up >.<

sungchan loves casually sending you his dick when he's horny, and he'd rather do that instead of telling you directly that he needs a head.

wonbin

if there's one thing wonbin is obsessed with, it's him having his hands all over your body while thrusting deep inside you. wonbin's schedule doesn't align much with yours, so he makes sure he takes his time making you feel good even in the bathtub whenever he gets the chance to touch you.

carrying you by your legs as he fucks you might be wonbin's favorite position, he just makes you submit easily with that y'know? he loves it when you can't do anything but to moan, kiss him and scratch his back down in pleasure while you helplessly watch him bulge your stomach with his cock

seunghan

after practices, seunghan just loves to blow some steam off by fucking you in his car, and you can't blame him <\3 the way he sees his cock sheath fully inside you just riles him up even more—it’s not that he likes to be rough and aggressive most of the time, he just can't resist himself from going feral after a long day :(((

seunghan loves receiving head from you and considers it a reward >< he loves the warmth of your mouth being wrapped around him, and it just makes him release more & more precum into your mouth. not to mention the way you gag on his cock as you deepthroat him turns him on so much that he just wants to fuck your mouth ‘til he's satisfied

sohee

one thing about sohee, he loves being rewarded for doing the best he can in every way possible, and that includes him riding your cock ‘til he tires himself out

being away from you for weeks pains sohee a lot than you could ever imagine <\3 he's always left with no choice but to play himself with the thought of you while he's away. he would send you lots of his videos bc he just misses u so much, so u better send something back, mkay?

anton

if anton has a kink, it'd be his size kink. he's just so big that he loves seeing you all stretched up taking his fat cock on all fours. it's definitely a sight-worth-seeing for him watching you struggle because of how small you are to take his cock.

anton loves fucking you with his clothes on, which may seem like a simple thing to others, but anton could get quite possessive of you and it's one of his many ways reminding you of who you belong to. though he's not all bad, he just wants you for himself, y'know? it's adorable how he'd even talk you through your orgasm while holding your hand just to make sure you're taken care of very well.

misc.

coming home from promotions after promotions, there's nothing more wonbin and sungchan wanted to do than take turns fucking their boyfriend all night long to relieve stress >< you're just so good & obedient for them that you're willing to stay up all night letting them use you to ease the pent-up sexual frustrations they had all month

seunghan loves your mouth as much as anton loves your ass so there's no better way than to indulge to it through a soft spitroast <3 seunghan is just addicted to having you moan and gag around his dick while tonnie fucks you from behind :(( they love getting you so cockdrunk that all you could is their cocks making you feel good :(((

eunseok & wonbin could get experimental most of the time, but they never expected how compelling double penning you could get. making you cum has always been their priority, and it's so hot seeing you cum with both of their cocks inside you :(

[jaetyun]

your biggest fan — p.wonbin

since your brother formed a band with his friends in high school, you've had a massive crush on the aloof and reserved wonbin. him never paying you mind never bothered you until they became famous, and now you have to share him with every other fangirl. now that they're on tour, it's the perfect opportunity to make wonbin realize he doesn't want to share you either.

rockstar!wonbin x fem!reader

feat. y/n as chaein purki, riize uses w2e for promotional pics sometimes, various other idols including nct, kep1er, nmixx, ive, & p1harmony

smau, brothers best friend, childhood (well middle school) friends to lovers, might get suggestive & included nsfw jokes but no smut, kinda inspired by the summer i turned pretty but it's vague

a/n: this was a yeonjun drabble repurposed also i know i said no more smaus but BOOOOO this one will be short pinky promise

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01. operation loverboy

02. the siren tour

03. last resort lobotomy

04. rodrick heffley

05. the little sister curse

06. operation loverboy cancelled

07. despicable me (the canon event)

08. spread eagle

09. i'll rock that twinks shit

10. the boning of y/n

11. why is my rebound being edged