#my love {wonbin} ☆.ᐟ

[x0llaz]

Bad ⋆˙⟡♡

Wonbin x Reader

WC: abt 500

Friends to lovers, pining, love confessions, it’s rlly cute I’m actually so happy

They sat on his roof, sipping soda and looking out at the darkening sky. They weren’t supposed to be up there, his parents always scolded him when they got caught as children. But now, grown up, visiting home, they sat together again, reminiscing on their youth, and how much has changed.

They hadn’t seen each other in a month, and now Wonbin was back to visit his family. His entire time away, he couldn’t stop thinking about YN. His best friend, the girl he grew up with, the face he looked for in crowds, his closest confidant. When he saw her again, he couldn’t stop himself from hugging her. He missed her, how close they used to be. And now, being back, he realized he felt something else.

His friends had teased him for how much he mentioned his Friend YN, but Wonbin never paid much attention to their comments. It was true, he brought her up all the time, often reminiscing about their time together, to the point his friends would roll their eyes when he’d bring up her name.

Somewhere along the way, he had began to really like YN.

And now here they sat, knee to knee, shoulder to shoulder. Wonbin realized how often he felt his chest tighten, how he always smiled a little wider when he was with her. He looked at her, enthralled by the way she looked so peaceful under the fading sun. And he felt it again. Something in his heart that panged when he got so focused on his feelings.

“Wonbin?” her voice sounded distant to him, as he zoned in on her. “Wonbin!” this time she brought him back to his senses, smiling in disbelief as he blinked back into focus.

“What’s up?” he asked, a bit dazed from whatever trance he was in.

“Were you listening to anything I just said?” She asked, shoving him with her elbow a little bit.

“Yeah, of course I was, what?” He scoffed a little, trying to deny her accusations to the best of his ability.

“Sure, sure,” She rolled her eyes. Comfortable silence fell between them, a light breeze brushed against them as they breathed in the night. Wonbin continued gazing at her, that fond look in his eyes present even as she looked away. The world felt so small, like it was just the two of them, and nothing could go wrong. Because how could anything be wrong when she was right there next to him?

“YN?” he said her name, voice breathy.

She turned to face him, pushing some hair away from her face. “Yeah?”

He didn’t respond, words failed him. The silence turned thick as words hung between them. Wonbin didn’t know what to do. And he didn’t know what caused him to lean towards her, and press his lips against hers.

They stayed like that for a moment, his lips pressed gently against hers. Her eyes widened in shock for a moment before closing, losing herself in the moment. When they pulled away, YN Stared at him, mouth slightly agape. Before she could say anything, Wonbin rambled out what he needed to say.

“I really like you,” He blurted out, watching her eyebrows raise. “I have for a while, I don’t know any better way to tell you-”

YN kissed him before he could say anything more, hand finding his hair like it was meant to rest their. She felt him relax, holding her other hand in his own, kissing her as the sun finally set.

AHHH IM ACTUALLY SO HAPPY WOTH THIS ONE

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[luvyeni]

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

⸃ ⸰ ⌁  using riize when you’re ovulating ヾ

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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

[ddodol]

starry-eyed — p.wb

drabble ⭑.ᐟ synopsis ⭑.ᐟ showing off some tricks using wonbin's old hair tie. word count ⭑.ᐟ 0.7k+

a/n; little bbin drabble before the spooky season.

“bbin, look!” you exclaim excitedly, reaching your hands out to show wonbin the double star you made with his old hair tie. his hair got shorter during the time you were together, which gave you the freedom to use and steal his hair ties whenever you needed it.

wonbin put his phone down, glancing at your hands. he noticed a slight shake in your grip as you held it out to show him, biting back a laugh as he stared into your eyes. you looked so proud of your creation that wonbin didn’t have the heart to tease you about it.

”that’s cute, babe.”

you blinked at him, eagerly waiting for him to say more. wonbin failed to hold back his laugh at the look of disappointment on your face. he reached out to hold your hands, easily covering both of them with his larger one.

”how would you like me to praise you?” wonbin asked teasingly, pulling you closer using his other arm. he breathed out, a peaceful smile on his face as he buried his face against your neck.

”i know it’s not that impressive,” you pouted snuggling closer to his warmth, “you could at least pretend though.”

wonbin raised his head, looking up at you with an amused smile on his face. “you already have the entire universe in your hands,” he hummed, pressing kisses on your hand.

you tilted your head, “what? i do?”

”yeah,” he chuckles, “me— you already have me in the palm of your hands, and it’s all i can ever give you.”

you stared at him in shock before laughing. wonbin’s cheeks were tinged with pink, staring at you affectionately as you laughed at his words. it was a romantic statement but you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that he’s comparing himself to a silly double star you made using his old hair tie.

he rubbed his cheek against your skin, almost purring at your warmth, “i don’t care if you think it’s funny but please play along.”

you giggled, softly patting the other side of his cheek. “mm, my sun,” you kissed his forehead, “my moon,” the tip of his nose, “my star,” below his eye, “and my entire universe.”

wonbin closed his eyes, patiently waiting for your lips on his. you giggled softly, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

”say that again but kiss me on the lips,” wonbin instructed sternly, a small pout forming on his plump lips. you laughed, finally giving in and pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. wonbin smiles against your lips, pulling you closer in satisfaction.

you pulled away with a sigh, staring into his half-lidded eyes. wonbin smiled at you, his eyes sparkling even in your dimly-lit room. you could’ve sworn you saw the entire galaxy in his eyes as he looked at you, a reflection of his love and affection for you— only you.

"you're so silly sometimes," you mumbled, cheeks heating up at the intensity of his gaze. wonbin always made you feel loved in ways that you couldn't quite point out, leaving a gut-wrenching feeling in your stomach whenever he looked at you with so much affection. wonbin grinned sheepishly, looking down at your hands before holding them. you noticed a slight tremble in his grip as he held your hands in his. "you have no idea," he whispered softly, bringing your hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. you noticed the shake in his voice, sighing softly as you pulled him close to you.

"i do," you whispered back, murmuring against his neck, "i think i do." you enjoyed the warmth that surrounded you, embracing each other as if there was no tomorrow. your chest swelled with unspoken affection, wishing that you could show it better; the same way wonbin does every time without fail.

"are you worried?" you sighed at his question. wonbin pulled back slightly, still keeping an arm around your waist as he smiled at you. he brushed stray hair off of your face to see your eyes properly. wonbin always adored the way you'd look at him, finding himself lost in your eyes during moments like these and it makes him chuckle how clueless you were.

"because you shouldn't. i can tell how much you love me too."

"really?"

wonbin laughs at your meek question, giving you a small nod. "i promise," he whispered softly, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

"even if it's in the form of my old, worn out hair tie," he mumbled jokingly before pressing a kiss on your lips.

[won4kiss]

𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇𝐵𝒜𝐵𝑌, 𝐼’𝑀 𝒜 𝑅𝑂𝐶𝐾𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅 ⋆˙.ᐟ

࿐ 𝜗𝜚 𝓇ockstar 𝒷f! 𝓅ark 𝓌onbin x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre fluff 𝓢ynopsis in which your jealous of all the attention your boyfriend is getting ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1200 ⸝⸝ not proof read jelly yn!! ୭ৎ first riize fic for my rockstar bf!! ≧ᗜ≦ — 𝓁ibrar𝓎 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

THE SOUND OF ELECTRIC GUITARS, DRUMS, AND THE ENERGY OF THE CROWD FILLED THE DIMLY LIT BAR AS YOU WATCHED YOUR BOYFRIEND WONBIN FROM YOUR SPOT NEAR THE STAGE.

he's in his element, fingers moving effortlessly over the strings of his guitar, each note making its way through the room.

his hair fell perfectly over his forehead, and the intensity in his eyes as he played sent a thrill through your heart.

you’ve always admired how confident he is on stage, the way he commands attention without even trying.

there’s a certain allure to him when he’s performing—this undeniable “rockstar” energy that makes everyone in the room gravitate toward him.

and tonight is no different.

the band’s set is halfway through when you notice her—a girl at the edge of the stage, her gaze locked on wonbin. — more under cut !

at first, you brush it off. after all, it’s not uncommon at all for people to be drawn to him during performances.

but as the night went on, it became harder and harder to ignore.

she’s stood closer now, leaning against the stage with an almost possessive, wanting air.

every time wonbin glances in her direction, she lit up, a flirtatious smile making its way onto her lips.

your heart sinks as jealousy begins to gnaw at you.

you know that wonbin loves you, that he’s never given you any reason to doubt his feelings.

but seeing this girl blatantly trying to capture his attention, even though she must know that you’re his girlfriend, due to the way his guitar had your name on display for everyone made your blood boil.

you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to push down the disease called insecurity brewing in you.

wonbin catches your eye as the band finishes their current song, and his brow furrows slightly when he sees the stiff tension in your posture.

usually, his sets were a place where you would let loose and relax, you’ve always loved when wonbin played for you, after all.

he’s always known your emotions even better than you, able to read you like a book even from a distance.

but before he can do anything, the girl steps forward, her voice carrying over the noise of the bar as she calls his name.

“wonbin! you were amazing!” she gushes, leaning in closer than necessary.

you feel your stomach twist as she practically throws herself at him, her hand brushing against his arm as she tries to engage him in conversation.

wonbin, being the polite man he is, nods and thanks her, but you can see the shift in his demeanor.

there’s a subtle stiffness to his posture, a flicker of annoyance in his usual soft eyes.

you looked away, not wanting to watch any more of their interaction. you hate feeling this way—jealous, insecure.

it’s not who you are, and it’s definitely not how you want to be.

but tonight, it’s hard to shake the feeling that maybe you’re not enough and never will be for wonbin, that maybe one day he’ll realize there’s someone better than you out there.

wonbin finishes up with the girl quickly, his responses short and rushed but still polite.

he finally makes his way over to you, and the moment he’s close enough, he reaches out to take your hand, lacing his fingers with yours with a soft smile.

the warmth of his touch is reassuring, but you can’t quite meet his gaze.

“hey,” he murmurs, his voice gentle and concerned.

“what’s going on? you seem upset, did you not like the set?”

you force a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“it’s nothing,” you lie, trying to brush him off.

“the set was amazing as usual, im just feeling a little tired..”

wonbin wasn’t convinced, he knows you too well. he gently tugs you closer, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

his dark eyes search yours, and when he speaks again, his voice is firmer, more insistent.

“tell me what’s wrong, baby..”

the concern in his voice breaks down the walls you’ve been trying to build, and before you can stop yourself, the words spill out.

“that girl… she was all over you. and she knows we’re together, wonbin. it just… it made me feel like…”

“like what?” he asks gently when you hesitate.

“like maybe i’m not good enough,” you finally admit, your voice a whisper.

“i know it’s silly, but…”

“it’s not silly,” wonbin interrupts, his tone serious.

“but i need you to know something, okay?”

he leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours as he speaks.

“you are more than enough for me. no one else even comes close. that girl means nothing to me, and she never will. you’re the only one i see, the only one i want.”

his words are like a cure to your wounded heart, soothing the ache that had been building all night.

you close your eyes, letting his reassurances sink in. when you open them again, he’s watching you with such adoration that it takes your breath away.

“don’t ever doubt how much i love you,” he continues, his voice filled with emotion.

“i’ll tell her to back off if that’s what you want. i’ll make sure she knows exactly where i stand.”

you shake your head, feeling a little embarrassed now that you’ve voiced your insecurities.

“you don’t have to do that. i trust you, wonbin. i just… i needed to hear it from you.”

he smiles then, that sweet, boyish grin that makes your heart skip a beat.

“i’m glad you told me. and just so you know…”

he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, lingering just long enough to make your head spin.

“i’m crazy about you, and i’m not afraid to show it.”

as if to prove his point, wonbin wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

he kisses you again, this time deeper, more passionate, as if he’s trying to erase any lingering doubts you might have had.

when he finally pulls away, you’re both breathless, and the noise of the chaotic bar fades into the background.

“i love you,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as he held you close.

“i love you too,” you reply, the words coming easily now that the weight of your jealousy has lifted.

wonbin keeps you by his side for the rest of the night, his arm never leaving your waist.

he’s more affectionate than usual, kissing your temple, whispering sweet things into your ear, and making sure you know just how much you meant to him.

and every time the girl glanced your way, wonbin tightened his hold on you, making it clear to everyone in the room that you’re the only one he wants.

by the end of the night, the insecurity that had gnawed at you earlier had disappeared from your memories, as if it were never there.

all that’s left is the warmth of wonbin’s love, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.

you realize then that you never had anything to worry about because with him, you’ll always be enough.

© won4kiss 2024

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[applesooyoung]

That you for answering my Wonbin ask, I sound so out of it sorry I was half asleep while typing it, but you perfectly portrayed how I see him honestly.

Can I ask for your opinion on him being extra sensative? Like say a flick of his nipple and he's leaking precum, a kiss on the neck and he's heard, he cums easily and quick too.

You can call me Chevy or 🎨 anon!

ZNNSDNKEJDWKSO ofc pookie! My blog is always open for your thoughts big or small, hard or soft or just somewhere down the middle >< welcome to my anon club, chevy!! 。。(〃_ _)σ∥

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YESSSS HE'S SUPER DUPER SENSITIVE TOO! Like trust me, he's so damn whipped for you, every single thing you do is jeopardizing to him and everything is masked in that stoic and often nonchalant demeanor of his— it's not a demeanor, really, it's all a facade.

He's made out of glass, he's just so sensitive and fragile. (in a cute way, of course) All it takes is one little kiss and he folds better than origami omfg, I also love to think that this man has so MANY erogenous zones I'd like to name them all but here are a few: nipples, ears, neck, collarbones, and thighs. Since I love you so much, I'll give it to you— I'll elaborate each part (*´－｀*)ﾉ (also, to make up for my late reply to your ask )

( NIPPLES ) – As you mentioned, YES a single flick on his sensitive nipples would make him a mess and toying with it would make it torture for him. God, just the feeling of your skin graze upon his nipples would make him darn flustered and please, quite sure he appreciates nipple clamps to some extent 👀.

( EARS ) – Trust me when I say that this man always ALWAYS wants your mouth on his ears whether simply whispering on his ears or as kinky as nibbling and biting on his ears. Dirty talk with him would be like adding gasoline to the fire.

( NECK ) – The most obvious one but he denies loving it when you touch him there. He enjoys your kisses, your nuzzles and the way you would choke him whenever he wants you to or he's just probs feeling kinky.

( COLLARBONES ) – This is his favorite erogenous part out of all. His collarbones are so perfect! But you don't blame him though, the thought of him being marked by you would make him hard anytime. He's the type to shyly beg you for hickeys when he's so needy.

( THIGHS ) – Wonbin passenger princess, I'm so fucking in love you guys you don't understand. All I wanna do is to rest my hands of his pretty thighs ugh, maybe a graze or two would make him leak precum. He just wants you to manhandle him by gripping his thighs real tight.

© applesooyoung

[woneuntonzz]

𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩 .ᐟˎˊ˗

📞 ; “left twix or right twix?”

𖹭 : like-a-big-brother!sungchan x afab!reader x partner in crime!wonbin

💭 wherein wonbin chose you to be his ride or die and sungchan, well he just loved sharing his twix with you.

⤷ contains: fluff, cussing (very light), humor, mention of other idol

names for world building, twix lmao

⤷ warnings: none :))

⤷ wc: 8 . 4 k !!

not proofread >:)

under the cut .ᐟ ✂ - - - -

There are things in life that are just as beautiful as the twinkling lights of the city at night. Sometimes these things are salvageable, say, like a butterfly. most butterflies would live for two to four weeks, too short. That’s why with every butterfly that flew by and over the bushes of azalea outside your home, you made sure no one would come and ruin the very little time it had on this earth.

Your young self would have a daily routine of just sitting at the front porch of your house and just watching the flying critters flit their wings. To the pair of eyes that watched through their living room window, you looked lonely. You’d beg to differ though, butterflies were the closest you were gonna get to fairies, and every moment with them is fantastical at most. 

The eyes that spied on you from the confines of their house would soon join you, but he would never get too close. He just stood near your lawn, not even daring to take another step. 

Your conversations were of very frivolous things, you were children after all.

“What are you doing?” —he would be blunt the first time around. 

“Watching the butterflies” his eyes would shift around a bit, and after some struggle, he was finally able to spot them.

At that point he could’ve said anything else at all, but his reply was very arbitrary, “I can swim very well.” 

“That’s cool, I guess.”

“You should be my friend, do you wanna?”

“Mm-hmm~”

He’d learn that your name is Y/n, you lived just across the street and you went to a different school. Every day, you would be at the bus stop with your mom, sometimes it was your grandma, and he was there too but he couldn’t talk to you with the presence of an adult. You went to a different school, to his dismay, so really he could only idle around with you during those mornings at your front porch.

Overtime, he’d see you less and less at the bus stop. Instead, while he took his steps out of their house, he’d see your dad’s car taking you to school. The next morning, he finally mustered up the courage to sit next to you, and he’d ask, “Why is your uniform different? Did your school change the uniforms?”

You giggled, he seemed genuinely concerned about the sudden change. “No silly, I go to a different school now.”

And in a blink of an eye, you were away from him. He thought it was traffic’s fault that it was taking you so long to get home, but after the fourth day, he’d resort to a different excuse. She’s probably on a vacation, with lots of butterflies —it made enough sense for him to start waiting for you to show up every morning at their front porch too, until they too had to move. 

At first he opposed the idea and felt particularly betrayed by his parents for hindering his quest to await your return, but after some time of staring at your deserted house, he thought maybe they were moving to where you moved, or at least close enough for him to end up at the same school as you. 

Perhaps his expectations were too much of a major leap. Still, he kept his hopes up, maybe one day he’d stumble into you again. 

He would walk to the bus stop a little earlier than thirty minutes before the bus arrived. He stared at the stop across the street, and he wished everyday that ‘one day’ would be today. 

The day would come where he could no longer wish. Bearing only his dwindling hope, five years later he was almost running late he had to catch the second bus. Whilst he ran, he could hear bells ringing like christmas eve —a boy with black boxy glasses and a girl with a ponytail tied with a yellow silk ribbon, both on bicycles would speed past him.

He almost missed the bus again, because the yellow silk ribbon belonged to you. He would think that recognizing your face through the years of growing apart would be nothing but an impossibility, but the innocence that embellished your eyes and the lines that drew on your face when you smiled, he could recognize them like it was yesterday when he first saw you on your front porch admiring butterflies. 

What he definitely couldn’t recognize was the four-eyed kid that you cycled with to the bus stop. He’d just watch since your stop was the one across from his, so every morning, he would be across the street sitting on the wait —he not only waited for the bus, but he waited for you too. He’d observed the kind of relationship that you had with that boy, and he’s admittedly grown jealous of the way he could make you laugh and how close he would be to you all the time —or at least when you were at the stop.

It’d be like that, and you’ve always thought he looked familiar, but you never really came around with who he actually was. Highschool came around, and you would never know that one kid that always hung around every after breakfast at your front porch would be your classmate. 

“Can I have some? I’m really hungry.” you were eager to get a bite of something since your activities for that day were particularly tiring —in this case you eyed an unopened packet of twix bars. 

“Hmm, okay.” 

The chocolate was freed from its packaging, and you were expectant, and very evidently so. Your eyes followed one bar being held up, and —snap.

“Here.” —you would receive the shorter half of the right twix bar.

“Wow, thanks Jung Sungchan.” a playful smirk would play on his lips.

“You’re welcome.”

It wasn’t much, but you’d try your best to maximize the bites you would take. Three bites, and it was gone. The last bite felt like you were being snapped out of the universe, fading away into nothing and willed to the state of inexistence.

Luckily your best friend was there to save the day. And there he was, carrying two quantities of the infamous cafeteria sandwich. 

With a smile, he’d hand you one of the sandwiches. You were inspecting its edibility when you asked him, “Wait, were you saving these?” 

“Yeah. p.e. hit me real hard today.”

“Wow, coming from the Park Wonbin?” 

He was a track runner but eventually he’d move on to join the school’s dance team. Still, he had the stamina like that of a wolf. 

“Hey Wonbin, seniors told us to meet for practice.” —Sungchan is in the dance team too.

You definitely thought he was one with the typical cool guys of your high school. He’s a football varsity, and got pretty decent grades, but he was more atypical than anything really. Other than being extremely talented, he was deemed to possess a high sense of responsibility and was appointed to be a protocol officer by the supreme student government. You called him the school eagle —his eyes sealed the deal. He was such a watcher, sometimes you felt like not moving at all fearing that moving at the wrong angle for even just a few inches might get you in detention. 

Somehow, though, you never got sent to detention. You weren’t a troublemaker per say, but you’ve had your fair share of late arrivals, and under cloudy weather your teacher might just announce your detainment to the whole class just because you stood from your seat a little earlier than everyone else when class was dismissed. 

Sungchan was in charge of taking people to detention, but when it was time to turn in the transgressors, he’d just go on to tell you, “Meh, not really in the mood to send people in there today, besides, detention should be illegal, don’t you think?”

Now who wouldn’t agree to that? “I think so too!”

A faint chime of bells —a sigh would leave Sungchan’s lips, one you wouldn’t catch for yourself because all of your attention would lie on your best friend who rode his pure black bicycle. 

“Hi Binnie!” you’d wave your hand and exclaim like a child.

“Hi Y/n-nie, I thought you got detention?” Wonbin was genuinely surprised to see you out of school, the humiliation your teacher put you through would've been enough to kick you straight into the disciplinary dungeon —students liked to call it that. 

“Oh, that? Sungchan got me out, ain’t that right Channie?” 

Sungchan nods at you like a puppy, with strikingly excited eyes. He finally got himself a nickname. It didn’t even matter if it sounded like Binnie that he hated hearing so much, it was from you, and that was all that mattered. 

Your next stop —the bus stop. It was the same one you and Wonbin always cycled to every morning since you became each other’s ride or die, the same stop Sungchan stared into whilst he wondered if you could still remember. 

Whether you remembered or not, it was certain you moved on. You were just children anyways. That swimmer kid was cute, friendly, and funny for being his outlandish self. But you couldn’t even remember his name, Susan? Sangchin? —whatever it was, he would be just another memory you’d grow apart from. Either way, you already had Wonbin.

Yet, Wonbin was so hard to love. You’ve heard it all before, never fall in love with your best friend. He was once a timid boy that wore thick frames and was a bumble-borne. You befriended him because you thought you could be that one nerdy duo since you were so nerdy. You’ve both had your handful of friends, but in the end you would end up being there for each other when outcasted from the rest. It’d be easy to say you’re attached to each other, it’s already been a good seven years of rushed bike rides and chasing each other in empty spaces. Your friendship would be the foundation for your shared felicity and solace. 

The prime of your wretched feelings would root from your middle school days. 

“Do I look okay?” you heard Wonbin ask from behind you. 

You turned around, and it would take you a while to actually look at him because you were busy fixing —or trying to fix— his glasses which hinges went loose causing its temples to break off. “You look great.”

“You haven’t even looked yet.”

“Okay drama queen, hold up.” you set aside his poor glasses and the roll of tape you had worn on your wrist.

When you finally spared him your eyes, suddenly your glands were producing double the hormones. “Ew.” is what you’d utter, contrary to what you truly felt. Smitten, suddenly your best friend was too attractive for your eyes. 

You would try to forget about that embarrassing moment —embarrassing for it was one-sided. You’d feel mortified over your own shenanigans and the fact that he never even knew you did karate with the air in your room later that night by the sheer thought of him. 

You’d think that was it, that it was only your man’s journey to self-discovery —but he was just so attractive when he ran the track. You are what you eat, and everyday you’d feed yourself with your delusions. Your practice of being touchy and soft with each other with your sudden upsurge of attraction for him was not a good combo at all. 

Hand holding, side hugs, linking arms, resting your head on each other’s shoulder, it all used to be in your best friend etiquette, but because he couldn’t stop your heart from pumping a thousand beats per minute, there would be a shift. Boundaries were established later on, it felt just right since you were both changing and heading towards the confounding parts of your adolescence. You would be less touchy, perception growing as quickly as your bodies changed. 

Now he’d let his hair grow a little longer, would occasionally get a trim to follow school regulations, and he’d get rid of his glasses, though would still have them on when he needed them. He definitely got dapper, more charming. Eventually, you wouldn’t be the only one subjected to his attraction, and he’d hold his title as a ladies’ man. 

His timidity was long gone for sure, but if he were being honest, your attention was all he needed. He didn’t need, nor asked for the love notes stuck on his desk, or the letters stuffed in his locker. Still, he’d go through all of them, thinking maybe one of them might be from you. 

Him catching feelings for you was an absurd idea, but every day you’ve spent with him felt like a spark, that maybe would ignite the flames of your affinity. He saw the way tables have turned —then, he used to be the one to shy away from physical contact, more than often blushing even, and of course you'd just be your enthusiastic self. Now, he was the one who’d usually initiate skinship, smiling at your inept attempts of seeming unbothered. You’d gulp and inhale thick air whenever he gave you compliments also, and in his eyes you’d be his cute, little best friend —little, because he was a few inches taller but wouldn’t want to be discredited for only being a little loftier. 

Even then, your bond would only grow and it thrived with your little escapades like staying out after school till curfew, making shameless excuses to your parents that convinced them enough that you were just really studious and preferred after school till curfew group studies. For that though, you were obligated to maintain above average grades, it was hard, but it was crucial to mask your leisure.

You’re a fairly active student, the type to not feel anxious over giving the wrong answer because you believed redemption could be achieved by anyone who knew the right steps to take. School was definitely not easy, but it shouldn’t be made complicated. You’d learn to sort your priorities, separating academics from the twists and turns of your life. 

“Left twix or right twix?” —school would still encompass such interesting encounters nonetheless. 

It was the first time Sungchan would raise this offer, and you tittered at him for being a believer of the left twix versus right twix agenda. “There’s no difference anyways.” 

He took his time, basking in your sweet, sweet laughter before he replied, “No, but just imagine—” he takes out both bars from its packaging, holding them out with both hands. “This is me—” he’d bring the left one forward a little, “—and this is Wonbin.” then the right. 

Under a frolicsome mood, you wore a grin as you reached for the right twix, but he’d move it away. “Hey!”

“Wow, I’m giving you my chocolate and you still hate me.” 

“It doesn’t mean I hate you, but I like Binnie more.” —way more. With a bitter smile, he gave you the right twix, but not without snapping off an inch. “Sungchan.”

“What? If i’m a full twix bar and this is Wonbin, it should at least be accurate and Wonbin’s definitely not as tall as me.” you broke into a chortle from his unserious justification. 

“Wonbin is still tall though, besides, you probably want more for yourself just to spite me.” 

“Untrue.” he took the piece he snapped off and held it close to your lips. “This little piece can be you then, have it.”

“Are you’re trying to say I’m just about an inch of your height?”

“More like a foot, but yeah.”

He fed you the small piece, eyes following the movement of your lips as you bit on it. “Thank you, Channie.”

There truly was no difference between the left and the right side, he just wanted to test something out, to check how likely you were to pick the left twix —to pick him. 

You would wonder why he seemed to always have a packet of twix with him, and why he always hit you with the left or right question. You always answered right, and he always snapped it to the same length, giving you both pieces. You thought maybe instead of left and right, he thought of it as him and Wonbin still, like the first time he asked you. It was such a bold assumption to make, especially when you treated him like an older brother. He was waggish, not much of a prankster, but he knew how to turn a smile upside down and at the same time, he was dutiful, and caring at times needed.  

It was something about him you thought you didn’t have to second guess. Well, while he did help you stay out of detention for all the times you were sent there, you figured he might’ve done that for his friends too. 

“Dude, please, I can’t get detention today. I don’t have any other excuse for getting home late again.” 

“Bro, you know I have to turn you in, if not I might get in trouble.”

Okay, maybe not all his friends. Overhearing their smalltalk made you think back on all the times he’s gotten you out of trouble. Shouldn’t he have been kicked from the supreme student government if he really faced any consequences for never taking you into the disciplinary dungeon?

“Hey Channie?” 

Sungchan had never stood up so fast in his life. “Yes? Is there anything I could do for you?”

“Oh, no, I just wanted to ask you something, is it okay?”

“Yeah! of course, go ahead, hit me.”

“So I heard you and your friend talking the other day…” Sungchan anxiously swiped his tongue over his top lip as he waited for you to continue speaking. “Did I get you in trouble for saving me from detention?”

He profusely shook his head and would briskly reply, “No, not at all. Don’t you worry about it.”

You kept your eyes locked with his, and you’d furrow your brows and squint your eyes in jest, displacing your doubt with a playful scowl. His eyes would widen in the slightest bit, chuckling at your mien. 

“You know I always got your back.” —he meant it as a sign that you’d hopefully pick up on, but you learned to just not question his sweet gestures, all the big and all the small.

But from that day forth, you haven’t gotten detention, not even a single warning. Sungchan wouldn’t acknowledge your efforts till one the day you would be waiting for the early morning bus beside him, and you weren’t with your best friend like you usually were. 

“Y/n, you’re early today. Where’s Wonbin?”

“Still asleep probably. I already told him I wanted to go to school early, but he didn’t meet me at the exit street.” you yawned, carefully ridding the water in your eyes with your fingers. “I waited for him there for thirty minutes, but I just went ahead. Can’t miss the first bus.”

Sungchan blinked a couple of times, trying to process what he was hearing. The morning haze was quite strong, and it was getting to his head. If she chose to not wait for him, she wanted to ride the bus with me, right? —his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of you clearing your throat.

“How about you? you seem pretty early too.” your query had left him flustered for a second.

Truth be told, he would come that early in the morning to wait for you, and unfortunately for Wonbin too. However, in all of those mornings, you’d assume he had just gotten there like you have, and for that, he deserves an oscar. Though, there were mornings where he wouldn’t he wouldn’t be there, it was the days you got detention for arriving late at school. Sungchan could take the risk, but would rather not get himself in any trouble as a part of the student government.

“I ate some good breakfast today so I was in the mood to go to school a little earlier.” He sounded convincing enough, so you’d just shrug your shoulders.

The first bus was less full, with one or two vacant seats left at the back, and you sat next to him somewhere in the middle. Before you were sat though, he would place a hand on top of your head, anchoring you where you stood and rushing past you —and you thought he did that so he could have the window seat to himself, but instead he got himself settled on the aisle seat, giving the seat next to him a little tap, signaling you to sit down. 

“You’re unbelievable.” your words came out in an exhale as you sat down, struggling a bit because his lanky legs were in the way. 

“And you're just so cute!” he’d do that thing where he’d shake his head, pointing a pout at you. 

His supposedly teasing little gesture would cause your mouth to fall open, just enough to express the cringe you caught from his tomfoolery. “Ew, what the hell.”

“What?” he’d laugh at you —quietly, for the sake of paying respect to the other people in the bus— and for a second, would wear a smirk on his face, “But seriously, you’re really cute, you know.”

Your brows would lift itself along with the dilation of your eyes. He did sound genuine, but it was just a sheer compliment, one you didn’t hear often, but still, you took it as words he pulled out of the kindness of his heart. 

That day, Wonbin got to school eight minutes late.

“Sorry, I forgot we were supposed to be early today.” he’d tell you during lunch time, barely having touched his food.

“It’s okay, be sorry to yourself. You’re being sent to detention today —eat your food Binnie.” you watched his hasty movements, taking a bite out of his already lukewarm food. “You should practice being early too.”

“Is that why you wanted to be early?” he’d reply as soon as he got the food down his throat. “Sungchan kept you out of detention, didn’t he?”

“Yeah but, he might get in loads of trouble if he kept covering for others.” 

Wonbin only nods. “I guess I better be careful then.”

When Sungchan took him to that horrid room, he’d reflect on  —not his actions, but rather, Sungchan’s. Wonbin could tell that he stuck around you often, so often that there was no way you couldn’t discern his mellow doting, but you didn’t notice at all, did you? And from the very conversation you had with Wonbin at the cafeteria, he’d conclude that maybe, you like —or at least was starting to like Sungchan as well, he took it as if you were only staying out of trouble just for Sungchan. 

But there’s no way, Wonbin had only ever seen you with a rosey shade on your cheeks when you were with him, him and not Sungchan. He would be awakened from his nap by the detention monitor, and he would wake up with a new purpose. Like track and field, he was determined to stretch himself far enough to be able to reach you, to earn you once he pushed through the finish line tape. 

For the next following days, he’d wake up before the chickens could cluck, and he got to the exit street first and waited for you. He kept up the routine, even when he was tired from p.e. or dance practice the previous day, he’d greet you with a sheepish grin like he was telling you that he beat you to being the proficient early bird. 

When it had all started, Sungchan was utterly bewildered —but even more let down, but he’d never show it, to you especially. He had no reason to feel perplexed even, you saying that you waited for Wonbin the previous day on which he failed to show up should’ve been a hint that the four eyed kid —now not so four eyed— would stick around. For a while you would think he was excited to see Wonbin because he got more fired up, fired up in a positive way it seemed. 

Little did you know, they’d softly scoff after one of them spoke. Now they were sure of their competition, and you would be oblivious of it all. Fortunately for Wonbin, you still had heart eyes for him, which Sungchan would catch up to quickly. He’d try to contest it by helping you with anything and everything, humorous pick-up lines evolving into actual and genuine compliments, and when he had the chance, he would approach you when he sensed the gloominess in your demeanor and turn your frown upside down. If there was anything that didn’t change, it was of course, the never-ending left twix or right twix query. 

“Left twix or right twix?” he held the half-opened packet to your face. 

Without sparing him an answer, you’d snatch the right twix. Sungchan’s bittersweet chuckle subsided quickly when you snapped the bar yourself, popping the shorter piece into your mouth first. “You never run out of twix bars huh?”

But he was surely running out of time. Perhaps his practice of splitting the bar in uneven lengths was foreshadowing, if you and Wonbin came from the same twix bar that he split up, that would mean you two are each other’s halves. Stupid —he felt stupid in love.

He had a twix bar and a dream, but Wonbin had you close already. Besides, what could a split bar of chocolate do? Everytime Wonbin saw that pathetic excuse of a conversation being pulled out of Sungchan’s bag, he made sure to bring you a nice and cold bottle of honey ice tea to wash down the sugars. It was your favorite too, now how could a twix bar ever compare to that? 

Their antics would persist with time, still no one made any substantial efforts. And by the time you were in your senior year, you would think the two have just gotten closer, but with that they’d confront each other —prom night hung by a thread, and it was getting close. 

“What’s your plan? gonna pull out a giant twix bar?” sickly was all it sounded to Sungchan. 

“I already asked her. She said yes.” Wonbin’s assertive facade would break when he heard the certitude in Sungchan’s voice. 

“She did?” 

“Yeah, funny I used a twix bar too.” 

A quick and defeated exhale would fall off of Wonbin’s lips that would soon display a weak smile, “Good for you.” he had lost races before, practically got used to the feeling, because he knew there was always room for improvement, and that there would be another race for him to win. 

However, this race would have him limping. He does admit he was a little careless sometimes, still giving away his time to talk to a previous admirer before politely rejecting them, it wasn’t for a long time, it lasted for a good two days, but after those two days, it would take a while for Wonbin to win back your laughter —a while being a little over a week. For a minute he thought you were bound to grow apart by the end of highschool, but he’d almost go crazy over your shy glances and the slight stutter in your voice whenever he said something out of the best friend zone.

“You should’ve joined the school band, or the choir.” he says moments after he voiced out to you his concerns for college.

You sat up, lifting your head from his shoulder to answer him. “I considered, but I got too... scared.”

“How about this, promise me you’d be more open to showing off your talent to people —I know you love to sing, you’d love it even more when you realize through others how wonderful you actually are.”  his hand would slowly move close to yours. “Performing might help you love yourself in some way.”

“Okay, okay, I promise.” you held out your pinky, and he’d intertwine his own with it. 

“You have a beautiful voice. So, so beautiful.” you weren’t certain if he had intended for you to hear the last part, as it would be a little faint, but you heard it. 

In a hospital, you’d be close to the state of losing life just by how rapid your heartbeat was going and how hot you were, matching the crimson spread across your face. Wonbin kept your pinkies intertwined, who knows, that might be the last one you’d have.

Prom night inched closer, and closer, and a week before you were growing anxious. Then news would fly by of a lucky girl, so lucky that she got Park Wonbin to ask her out to prom. 

Let’s just say, you weren’t lucky at all. Devastating, heart wrenching, you had used every word in your mind’s dictionary to describe how you felt, at that point you couldn’t really run to your best friend to cry when he was the sole reason for your heartache, so to whom do you go to?

You sniffled, expelling a weak laughter through your stuffy nose before you’d say, “I want the left one.”

“Really? why?”

“Cause he left—” sniffle, “—he left me.”

Sungchan was only now realizing just how much you actually liked Wonbin. His guilt would arise, and he would look back on the moment he had deceived Wonbin to believing he already had you as his prom date when he hadn't even composed a proper plan to ask you out.

“Take it.” He gave you both bars. 

“Do you not want any?”

“No, I want you to have it.”

You ate your heart away, tears dissolving into nothingness once you’ve had a sweet bite of his succor. Sungchan offered you his water bottle, and it was half full of warm lemonade. You’d never expect him to carry around a bottle of hot lemonade, still you’d drink it. It was perfectly tart and sweet, like comfort in a cup. Soon enough, you were feeling a bit more lively and somehow felt like you needed to pop him a question. 

“Who’s the lucky girl you’re taking to prom?”

You were flustered to hear him laugh a bit as he spoke, “I don’t have one, actually.”

“Wait, really? not even one of the girls who held up those big signs that said ‘marry me jung sungchan’ in your football matches?” 

“I’d only take a girl I actually like. I don’t want to pretend to be enjoying myself around someone I’m not familiar with.”

You didn’t know what was in the air that day, but for a while you’d glance out the window, there was a butterfly —you used to love them so much, as a kid you’d always be there to accompany them, it was his fault you’d grow out of it —that little boy. Your glee that was once those tiny fairy-like creatures soon took the form of that little boy, but why were you suddenly just reminiscing about that childhood crush you had? it wasn’t like you’d meet him again, he could be an olympic swimmer for all you know. 

“I wanna be your lucky girl.” six small words were enough to make a mess of the big guy that he is. 

The next thing you knew, he was picking you up from your house. “Shit.” he’d only seen a glimpse of you through your living room window but he was already fumbling, sweaty palms and all. And when you finally stepped out of the door, all eleven organ systems in his body would start malfunctioning. You were even more beautiful than those azaleas or the garden butterflies that flew over them. He was so lost in your grace that you had to snap him out of it. 

“These looked like the ones we had back at my childhood home. They’re beautiful Chan, thank you.” you held the bouquet close enough to get a whiff of its scent.

They were azaleas, other than butterflies, it was these flowers that reminded him of you. Did he know what flowers they were the first time he saw them? no, but did he remember its appearance clearly enough for him to spot it within an array of several other flowers? Well of course he did. 

“They remind me of you.”

“Wait, really? how?”

He wanted to say it —I used to swim very well— but for some reason, he held back. “Cause you’re beautiful, Y/n.” 

It was the first time you’d actually feel your face heat up because of his compliments. However, this one sounded different, and soon you were shying away from his gaze, trying to hide the ridiculous color spreading throughout your face.

That night, you saw Wonbin with his date. For a while, you’d convince yourself that you were in the stage of acceptance, it was time to let go. But then, your efforts of avoiding him were vanquished, he only seemed to be appearing in your sight more and more throughout the night. He looked so… happy, happy like he was with you, but you were a couple meters apart, only giving each other abrupt glances. 

The night would end, with your eyes brimmed with tears, face to face with Wonbin at the back of the gymnasium where no one else could see. 

“I like you Wonbin.” was not what he expected at all. 

He was already shaken by your watery eyes when you had asked him to talk for a while. “But, why’d you say yes to Sungchan?”

“Because you had already asked Lia out.” and I thought you would ask me —you could only finish it in your head, too afraid that you might just be going crazy.

“Wait, Sungchan told me you already were his date before I asked Lia.” 

Suddenly, your tears would dry up. Your brows furrowed, feeling a great sense of betrayal. “I wasn’t. He's only my date now because he didn’t have a date either.” your voice became a little more stable, your anguish diminishing, and in its place would surface, the feeling of being misled. 

“Y/n, I liked you too.” Wonbin, for a short while, would look out into the lights of the gymnasium that seeped through the ajar door. 

Lia was waiting for him. While he had his moments of sorrow, he’d be by himself, and he’d find that she, a beam of sunlight, gave him enough motivation to look a little farther into the future. His feelings for you, while it did linger, would eventually dwindle from the thought that maybe you had been more fond of Sungchan after all. Now that it was refuted, all he really felt was confusion. His worries would lie with you, but mostly it was for the girl who he had told to wait for him, the one he had already made promises to. 

“Let’s stay best friends, yeah?”

Just a little later, you'd be back at the table where you had left Sungchan, and he was still there, his doe eyes lighting up at the sight of you. “How’d it go?”

“Why would you do that?”

He instantly knew what you were talking about, and with an anxious breath of air, he said, “Y/n, I didn’t think he’d take it seriously.” 

“Seriously?”

He was being honest though, he thought Wonbin would’ve double checked with you, he thought, if Wonbin really wanted to have you as his date, he could’ve had you instead of some other girl, right?

Now, there could be a billion ways to apologize, but chose to play safe, saving his confession for some other point in time. Forgiving him wouldn’t come as easy as he thought it’d be —what a man, too sure of himself for his own good. He took his time, being extra cautious and keeping his tranquility to take care of yours. You’d be nonchalant with him, something he’d never get used to, but even then, he was the same —if not more altruistic. For a while you’d feel bad for shunning him when he gave you most of his energy every day for you to reconsider his apology. But the whole ordeal at prom night was cauterized into your soul. Wonbin would only and quite literally be your best friend forever, not even really forever. 

You wouldn’t really say your friendship with him was at the verge of falling apart, but you most certainly weren’t spending as much time as you used to with him. You wished you could bring the old times back, you wished you had asked him to prom yourself. But the chances were long gone, you were already in college, still with a handful folks you’ve gone to highschool with —and the most notable of the few, Sungchan and Wonbin.

Much to your dismay, Wonbin would stray a little further from you, taking a major that was way too different from yours. Though, you made sure to make time for each other whenever you could, in the meantime, you’d have your moments with the only person you felt comfortable enough to stick by. 

“Left or right?” 

Your first instinct has always been to grab the right bar. “I’ll be on my way, Wonbin just texted me that he’d been in the mall since five. I’ll see you for group study tomorrow!”

You were in a hurry because it was already five-thirty. You chose the right one again, but at least you weren’t rejecting his offer anymore, unlike when you haven't forgiven him for his deception. You’ve come to terms with just letting it go, and you believed he deserved your forgiveness because he treated you so well, maybe too well even. You saw a shift in Sungchan, he was a lot more —sincere? genuine? honest?— honestly, it’s quite hard to pinpoint which one it is, but he was all that and more. 

Just letting it go was a painful process, especially when you still had to maintain your friendship with the very man that pulled on your heartstrings and cut them off. After everything that went down that night, you two became evidently distant, but only for a considerable while. Getting back to bff terms just came naturally and there was no actual talk about what happened that fateful night in your old highschool’s gymnasium. 

At this point, you were so close to accepting the fact that you’re only fated to meet a friend just to be a friend and nothing more if you wish to be nothing less. Maybe the best friend rule was right, maybe you should’ve been more rational. 

Your movie night with Wonbin would end with him giving you a very light hug, and words that would trigger your past misgivings, “I’m meeting Lia again tomorrow, just catching up, she’s at the neighboring campus, are you free tomorrow?”

You gripped tightly on the the straps of your bag, trying to look for something, anything that could possibly affect him the same way. “I’m pretty packed tomorrow, Sungchan and I are preparing for multiple tests coming this week.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Goodluck! and tell him I said good luck too.”

His unfazed visage left a stinging in your heart. Why did he have to grow his hair out to a length that made him look so alluring when he’s choosing to act unbothered by your sly hinting? sure, he wasn’t as beautiful as a bouquet of azaleas but still, it was unfair.

“You good? you seem very down today.” 

You were thankful the group study was not just a blatant last-minute excuse even though it might’ve sounded like one when you spoke it. 

“Did something happen last night?” Sungchan would quickly catch up with the shift of expression on your face, so he’d add, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me anything.” 

“I look fine, right? like, just okay?” he was taken aback with your question and your voice that just sounded so tired.

You just had your eyes on each other, after a while his eyes would move down slowly as he said to you, “I don’t know about everyone else, but I think you’re really pretty.” his eyes would shift back to yours that fluttered with his dulcet words. “I really love your eyes.” 

He really did, he always have. He loved your watchful orbs that glistened against the harsh sunlight, lashes flitting with the morning breeze as your irises followed the butterflies.

That day was suddenly not so bad. 

The times you’ve met with Wonbin to catch up would be a time for revelations. You’d learn that he’d made a lot of friends —quite a friend group they are, just a group of pretty and talented people. Wonbin seemed to be handed opportunities left and right, and you were happy for him, it’s just that when it was your turn to share the events of your life, you’d be empty handed, and occasionally would tell him that you’ve been busy with projects, tests and whatnot. You’d feel mortified, having him feel bad for you when everything was going well for him. Those meets would lead to gruesome mornings the following day, but luckily, Sungchan’s always there to mend you. 

“Say ‘ah’” you’d part your lips, just enough for Sungchan to feed you a twix bar.

When the chocolate in your mouth was almost gone, you ask him, “Why didn’t you ask me if I wanted the left or the right one?”

“Well, did you want a specific bar?”

“Hmm, maybe? I mean, I would’ve chosen the left bar.”

It wouldn’t take you a while to familiarize yourself with Sungchan —him and his everything, his routine, his favorite things, his little habits, his comforting patterns, he was unlike any other guy you’ve met despite him appearing to be on the surface. He’d give you a sense of hope every time you felt like closing your eyes and falling into an eternal slumber, and eventually, he would become a reason for you to wake yourself up everyday.

While he’s explained to you the things you could still observe with your own eyes, you wanted to know more, to understand him a little better like he did so well with you. You were hesitant to go past standard questions, but he’d encourage you to continue asking him whatever. He answered every question, from his highschool life to his very upbringing. You’d learn that he wasn’t always a football player, he used to be a very well-equipped swimmer, and that the place his family used to live where you used to live, and that— wait, he was a swimmer? —you’d interrupt your train of thoughts. Sungchan wasn’t even there anymore, but you were still thinking about everything he had told you earlier that day. 

You’d take your time to think again, about that little boy that lived across from your house. He was a swimmer, and what are the chances he’d become a football player? What are the chances that that little boy is now the not so little Jung Sungchan? 

“Left or ri—” you’d bite the left twix from his hand, locking it in between your lips. “Oh, okay. Do you want the other one? I’m not really hungry right now.”

“No, no—” chew, “Have it. And while you’re eating, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, anytime. There’s no need for you to ask if it’s okay.” he took a bite out of the twix bar he held.

“What do you think of butterflies?” —he’d stop chewing for a while and his eyes would light up like a night sky of constellations. 

“I’ve always thought they’re very pretty, but I know I could never love them as much as you did.” —so it wasn’t Susan or Sangchin, it’s Sungchan.

“Oh, so you didn’t become an olympic swimmer?”

Relief and felicity, there was nothing else in Sungchan’s mind and soul —nothing else but you. His butterfly-loving Y/n whose beauty surpassed even the most well-nourished of azaleas, everything about you, to him, was the closest God had ever gotten to perfection. 

From then on, you would tell each other stories, the hows and whys of your detachment. 

“We moved because of my dad’s work, but I was sad because I thought I'd never see you again ever —but you’re here now. I gotta admit though, I kinda forgot most of what we had then, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I understand. All that matters to me is you still love butterflies —I mean, that you’re still happy.”

“Thank you Chan. How about you? Why did your family move?”

“Well, I spent like, what? four years maybe? —I was practically begging my parents to move me to a better school, y’know, because…”

“Because?”

“I wanted to be with you. I love you Y/n, I always have, haven’t I told you?”

His confession was something you didn’t foresee, but he didn’t either. It was all unplanned, but he just felt like it was the right moment. Just you and him at the most tranquil site on campus. He wanted to lean in, to just close the already little distance that separated the two of you, but he didn’t. He wanted you to be willing, to give him an avowal that you felt the same. It was only then that you’d start seeing him beyond his brotherly demeanor.

Tomorrow would be the first day that Sungchan would fulfill his duties as your suitor. 

First thing in the morning, he’d pick you up, three rhythmic knocks on your door was all it took for your heart to start tumbling and jumping from your chest. And everytime he opened the door, you’d be met with a pair of lively eyes that would become fervent when he finally had you close to him. You two were always together, so much so that it was hard to spot the two of you in two different places at the same time. At hectic times, you’d confine yourselves in each other’s presence. A twix bar and a smile was all and everything that could relieve the two of you of your frustrations.

Your birthday, unfortunately, was an exam day —something both you and him can’t miss for your life. You studied all morning, and before you could snooze away, he’d start to randomly play songs and dance around, dismissing the judgemental eyes that watched him caper. If that wouldn’t work, he’d lay his weight on you like a baby, pushing his nose against your cheek or shoulder. You just hoped you didn’t look too annoyed, because if you were being honest, you thought you would’ve never been able to answer anything on that test at all if it weren’t for him and his foolish, but sweet pokes. 

After such a long day, you two would be sat next to each other at an empty stairwell in campus, somehow, for you it felt like sitting at your old front porch all over again.

“Happy birthday!”

“Not really happy, I feel like I got half of the answers wrong.”

“Oh? birthday!” once upon a time, Sungchan could only hope he’d be the one to evoke your sugared laughter through your hardships, but now, he had it all to himself which was more than he could ever ask for. 

You watched as he fished a packet of twix, and with a cheeky smile, you’d snatch it from him. “Oh.” was all he could utter, dispensing another guffaw out of you. 

You opened it, holding both bars with two hands. Holding out the left bar, “So imagine this is you.” and then the other, “And this is me—” he takes that bar out of your hand using his lips, munching away as you laughed, “Hey! I wasn’t done yet!”

He could only laugh with you, coughing slightly from the sudden sugar attacking his throat. “Okay, o—” cough, “Sorry.”

“What I was meaning to say was—” you took a minute to admire the boy in front of you who stared at you with such fondness and anticipation. “We’re like twix bars. This is gonna sound so cheesey…”

His chortle would make you shy away from his gaze, but he was quick to assure you, “Go ahead, cheesey or not, all that matters is that you mean it.” it was all jested words for encouragement, but he’d soon realize that his jovial advice would apply greatly. 

“Well, I was gonna say, we’re like twix bars. Say one twix bar is you, and the other is me. If you break it in half and misplace it, you might just confused which half belongs to which half, so, technically speaking, no matter the consequence, we’d be each other’s other half.”

He had his lips pressed together, like supressing a laugh, but what it truly was is him fighting the urge to just jump you and shower you with all his affection. 

“Don’t laugh!”

“I wasn’t gonna!”

“Yeah you were.”

“Were not, you’re just really cute, that’s all.” he’d gently pinch your cheek, but you remained expressionless, so he’d start poking it, progressively becoming a little more pushy, until— “Y/n—”

It took a lot of your power, but you were able to grab him by the wrist, the hand that poked on your face would now be linked with yours, not only that, but your lips were locked too. 

“I love you too Sungchan.” “Your lips tastes like twix.” —you’d spew at the same time after pulling away from each other. 

Your own laughters were the only thing you could hear, nothing else but each other would matter as your lips would soon attach to each other again. 

“Wait, Sungchan, don’t you think we should be somewhere more, I don’t know, private?”

“Sorry, your lips just really taste like twix, I can’t help it.”

It wasn’t really because of the remnants of chocolate on your lips, he just wanted to go all in, as if he already hadn’t gotten you all to himself at that point. 

Though, it would be quite an interesting story to tell. Jung Sungchan, who used to swim very well, met a girl who loved to watch butterflies from their front porch. He fell in love, but she wouldn’t reciprocate after a few fifty twix bars. Maybe Wonbin was the one who’d been foreshadowing with precision, because Sungchan had a twix bar, and a dream in the form of you. And he hoped that maybe, some time in the future, you’d be watching butterflies at the front porch of the house you would share in morning and bask in each other’s love for the rest of the day, and maybe forever too. 

End.

[ikozen]

₊⊹ GOLDEN AGE MASTERLIST ᝰ.ᐟ

“i’ll give you all of me, yeah, all of me, i’ll never leave”

this is my main masterlist which includes nsfw, fluff, and angst

keys: ᥫ᭡ manic’s personal faves | ☆ fluff | .ᐟ smut | ꩜ angst | ✦ wip |

ATEEZ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

FICS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

DRABBLES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

ONESHOTS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

TIME STAMPS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

IMAGINES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

NCT 127 ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

FICS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

DRABBLES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

ONESHOTS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

TIME STAMPS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

IMAGINES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — johnny imagines ༉ johnny suh ☆.ᐟ

WAYV ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

FICS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

DRABBLES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

ONESHOTS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

TIME STAMPS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

IMAGINES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

NCT DREAM ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

FICS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

DRABBLES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — pussy fairy pt 1 ༉ na jaemin & mark lee ᥫ᭡.ᐟ

ONESHOTS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

TIME STAMPS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

IMAGINES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

XIKERS ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

FICS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

DRABBLES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

ONESHOTS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

TIME STAMPS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

IMAGINES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

THE BOYZ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

FICS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

DRABBLES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

ONESHOTS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

TIME STAMPS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

IMAGINES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — types of love tropes they are ༉ the boyz ᥫ᭡☆

PIWON ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

FICS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

DRABBLES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

ONESHOTS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — never trust a fox ༉ choi jiung ☆.ᐟ

TIME STAMPS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

IMAGINES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

SEVENTEEN ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

FICS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

DRABBLES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

ONESHOTS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

TIME STAMPS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

IMAGINES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

RIIZE ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

FICS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

DRABBLES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

ONESHOTS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

TIME STAMPS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — [ 7:51 pm ] ༉ park wonbin ᥫ᭡.ᐟ

IMAGINES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

ANIMANGA ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

FICS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

DRABBLES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

ONESHOTS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

TIME STAMPS

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

IMAGINES

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

FRAT MASTERLIST ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

“a scene of a dream that will be played before our eyes”

© ikozen — all rights reserved. do not steal my graphics.

[onlyhyunjin]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 「 ⟡ 𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⟡ 」 ᯓᡣ𐭩

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 ⌞ 𝑲𝒆𝒚: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 (𖹭) 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (☹) 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (⭑.ᐟ) 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐮 (📲) 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 (❦) 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 (ᝰ.ᐟ) 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 (꩜) 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 (˙ᵕ˙) 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (☘︎) ⌝

𝐎𝐓𝟕

⟡ Texting riize "what if we break up" (📲)(𖹭)

⟡ Changing auto correct from baby to bitch (📲)(˙ᵕ˙)

⟡ "let's break up" (📲)(𖹭)(˙ᵕ˙)

⟡ Sending them suggestive photos (📲)(❦)(𖹭)

⟡ you go to another idol's concert (📲)(˙ᵕ˙)(𖹭)

⟡ they ask what their contact name is (📲)(𖹭)

⟡ Telling them you want to sleep in separate beds (📲)(𖹭)(☹)

Osaki Shotaro:

⟡ Husband!shotaro texts (📲)(𖹭)

Song Eunseok:

⟡ Collab with you (📲)(ᝰ.ᐟ)(𖹭)

⟡ Caught (ᝰ.ᐟ)(𖹭)(⭑.ᐟ)

Jung Sungchan:

⟡ BEACH DAY!! (ᝰ.ᐟ)(𖹭)(⭑.ᐟ)

Park Wonbin:

⟡ Instagram stories w/ bf wonbin (📲)(𖹭)

⟡ I love you (📲)(ᝰ.ᐟ)(☹)(𖹭) (ON HOLD MIGHT DISCONTINUE)

Hong seunghan:

⟡ soft launching bf seunghan (📲)(ᝰ.ᐟ)(𖹭)

⟡ Party ruins (ᝰ.ᐟ)(⭑.ᐟ)(☹)(𖹭)

Lee Sohee:

⟡ instagram stories w/ bf sohee (📲)(𖹭)

Anton Lee:

None yet

@onlyhyunjin. Do not steal, copy, plagiarize, or translate my work, especially without my consent.

[ddodol]

— masterlist <3

⠄⠄⠂⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

[ 💙 — fluff ] [ ♨️ — smut ]

quick drabbles ⭑.ᐟ

connected — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ sungchan keeps losing his airpods. ]

bedache — l.cy ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ nothing better than spending mundane birthdays with anton. ]

terms of endearment — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ eunseok tries out different pet names. ]

oneshots ⭑.ᐟ

you got me — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you just can't help but play along when the cute pizza delivery guy attempts to prank you. ]

throwing a bone — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ sungchan was there for your every need, heavy emphasis on every. ]

just a little — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ eunseok likes your haircut a bit too much. ]

sick man — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ wonbin gets you out of more work and thinks he should be getting rewarded. ]

popsicle — l.cy ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ the summer heat is starting to get to anton. ]

get even — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you feel responsible for sungchan's injury, it's only right if you help him out. ]

two on a good day — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ wonbin should know better than to challenge you. ]

after hours — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ sohee finally sleeps over at your house, though sleeping is the last thing he had in mind when he agreed. ]

new hobby — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you only thought about picking up a new hobby, not a new man. ]

tastier — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ they say food is tastier when you say how much you love them. ]

acting up — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ date nights with sungchan are always fun when there's a bit of mischief. ]

song series ⭑.ᐟ

soft — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ glossy lips look a bit too good on you, eunseok just can't get enough of them. ]

blushing! — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you get high with your friends at wonbin's house, not knowing you'd get this needy. ]

oh no — h.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ oh no, you just love him too much. ]

candy — l.cy ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ a sweet girl like you deserved better and anton was down to prove that. ]

cotton candy lemonade — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ late night hangouts with sohee. ]

too deep — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you and eunseok were in too deep. ]

last chance — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ — [ all you wanted was to reminisce a little, you didn't expect to have sohee back in your life so suddenly. ]

saturn emoji — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you just love the way wonbin makes you feel. ]

guess — s.es, j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ — [ you just got your first tattoo. ]

pretty please — s.es, l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ — [ and they say trios never work out. ]

guess — j.sc, p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ — [ you just got your first tattoo. ]

mini series ⭑.ᐟ

all the ways — o.sr ꩜ .ᐟ — [ the cute kindergarten teacher thinks you're anton's mom. ] [ kindergarten teacher!taro series ] [ all the ways 💙 ] [ the kids are weird 💙 ] [ can i give you what you need? ♨️ ]

good girl — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ — [ you make it hard for sungchan to keep it in his pants ] [ dilf!sungchan series ] [ good girl ♨️ ] [ anniversary♨️ ]

working — riize ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ the corporate lifestyle can be unexpectedly fun sometimes. ] [ anthology ] [ #✧₊⁺ working ] [ lost ] [ ...baby one more time ] [ look at me a little more ] [ nonsense ] [ nasty ] [ you can be the boss ]

between friends — riize ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ tba. ] [ anthology ] [ #✧₊⁺ between friends ]

series ⭑.ᐟ

good luck, babe! — riize ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ it's rent day! luck was, in fact, not on your side at all— but hey! you have seven handsome guys by your side and that's a win in your book. ] [ choose your own route! ] [ #✧₊⁺ good luck babe! ] [ 787 ] [ 888 ] [ 877 ] [ 1111 ] [ 770 ] [ 780 ] [ 1122 ]

something for the halloween maybe? — riize

⠄⠄⠂⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

— on my puter <3

[applesooyoung]

hard thoughts or thirsty but I would ride wonbin's face till he's on the verge of suffocation.

no right to look that pretty every time I see him I just wanna 𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗.

your blog rubs my brain so right btw it's so pretty (like wonbin, ugh)

awww tysm pookie! I'm so happy you sent this ask cuz I'd be lying when I told you I didn't scream when I got this ask about Wonbin 😭

. . — headcanon ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ PLEASE REBLOG! spam likes = blocked .˚ ꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ ✶

BACK TO: [ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐧𝐚𝐯 ]

One thing you first noticed about Wonbin is his hair. Well, not necessarily for the sane reason of just because it's pretty— I mean his hair is gorgeous; his hair was created to be that of like the gods but you're a big fat liar when you told me that was your reason why.

He always kept his hair intentionally longer than usual because you loved pulling on his hair when you're ruining him. He loves how messy his hair gets when you ride his face until all he can think of is your name. That damn name that keeps him alive. The way he's packaged with that luxurious hair together with that beautiful fuck-worthy face and topped with his charismatic aura draws you into him even more.

He'd be into it so deep that he doesn't care if he's on there verge of passing out, he needs to taste all of you. He wants YOU. He loves it when you're rough, he wants you to own him, to show him that he's all yours. I wouldn't be so surprised if he has a thing for choking and or collar play, just the idea of him being yours turns him so much on.

© applesooyoung

[woneuntonzz]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ welcome to...

𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 .☘︎ ݁˖

(!!) waitlisted — on progress — published

ᯓ★ 𝙧𝙞𝙞𝙯𝙚

shotaro

𐙚 coming soon!

eunseok

𐙚 lover's rock » eunseok x reader ; songfic inspired by TV Girl's Lover's Rock 🎶 - she might wanna kiss before the end of this song...

𐙚 stargazing (1-2) » academic rivals eunseok x reader ; songfic inspired by The Neighbourhood's Stargazing 🎶 - take me for a ride...

sungchan

𐙚 reflections » ex!sungchan x reader ; songfic inspired by The Neighbourhood's Reflections 🎶 - maybe it's a blessing in disguise, i see my reflection in your eyes...

𐙚 rent is due! » landlord!sungchan x (afab)tenant!reader | life is not a party, so maybe pay your rent on time...

wonbin

𐙚 tek it » band leader!wonbin x song writer!reader ; songfic inspired by Cafuné's Tek It 🎶 - i watch the moon, let it run my mood...

seunghan

𐙚 margins » player!seunghan x afab!reader | you had no idea why seunghan seemed to be so indifferent towards you, especially when he had fooled around with half the girls in your circle.

𐙚 torn and folded » bully!seunghan x bl reader, amab!reader | you loved your free time in manga reading websites, not him though, he thinks you need your senses sorted out for you, and so he would...

sohee

𐙚 isn't it cliche? (1 - 2) » performing arts club singer!sohee x performing arts club president!reader(xen) | he who admired from afar and he who'd keep you close to his heart, maybe, there could be a sweeter story than this...

𐙚 mystery » sohee x reader ; songfic inspired by Matt Maltese's Mystery 🎶 - i would pick you ten out of nine times...

anton

𐙚 what's it like to love? (1-5) » student athlete!anton x studious class officer!reader | you swore to yourself, to you friends and even to your parents “I'm not one to easily fall.” and you thought you were that tough, not until him of course...

𐙚 for the first time » childhood lovers anton x reader ; songfic inspired by Mac DeMarco's For The First Time 🎶 - it's just like seeing her for the first time again...

𐙚 see you again » anton x reader ; songfic inspired by Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis' See You Again 🎶 - can you make it last forever?

ot7 .ᐟ

𐙚 when she wanna talk saxy » riize as author's favorite songs

𐙚 happy birth-late » riize forgets their s/o's birthday

𐙚 put a ring on it » calling boyfriend!riize your husband

ᯓother

𐙚 snap! » like-a-big-brother!sungchan x afab!reader x partner in crime!wonbin | wherein wonbin chose you to be his ride or die and sungchan, well he just loved sharing his twix with you.

𐙚 greatest comedian » popularguy!eunseok x afab!reader x bestfriend!shotaro | god must be the greatest comedian i know...