#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

[2amriize]

.ᐟ RIIZE hand placement (hard ver.) ༉‧₊˚.

pairing bf!riize x reader — masterlist

warnings: suggestive content, MDNI!

⭑.ᐟ shotaro 𖹭 hair

Shotaro is obsessed with your hair, in a way that feels anything but normal now. It’s not just that he grips your hair tightly when he’s fucking your face, but it’s gotten to the point where, without realizing it, he tugs on it slightly while stroking it in public.

"Sorry, force of habit."

⭑.ᐟ eunseok 𖹭 neck

He’s obsessed (and so are you) with seeing his hand on your neck. It fits so perfectly, and to his eyes, you look adorable with his hand squeezing your neck just enough to drive you insane. It’s also common for him to drape his arm over your shoulders and gently stroke your neck in public, something that feels perfectly normal to both of you.

⭑.ᐟ sungchan 𖹭 breasts

Sungchan is definitely a tits lover (especially when it comes to yours). The way he always manages to have one or both of his hands on them whenever he gets the chance is wild. Whether he’s gently stroking or giving them soft squeezes, he can’t help himself.

"It’s not my fault, they’re really soft..."

⭑.ᐟ wonbin 𖹭 mouth

The first time Wonbin saw you sucking on his fingers, he couldn’t help but think it was the hottest thing ever. Since then, whenever you’re alone (or sometimes just because he feels like it), he’ll casually ask you to open your mouth for him.

⭑.ᐟ seunghan 𖹭 inner thighs

Who could blame him? It feels so warm to have his hands there. Whenever he’s sitting next to you, his hand always starts on your thigh but inevitably makes its way to your inner thighs, softly stroking the area with his thumb and giving little squeezes here and there. Bonus! It’s also his favorite spot because it’s where his hands naturally go when he’s eating you out, something he absolutely loves.

⭑.ᐟ sohee 𖹭 ass

All the time. If you’re walking together, it’s not unusual for Sohee’s hands to start on your back but end up on your ass. He loves having his hands there, slipping them into the back pockets of your jeans and just leaving them there for a while. Of course, he doesn’t forget to give it gentle squeezes, and when he gets excited, he’s been known to deliver the occasional playful smack.

⭑.ᐟ anton 𖹭 wrists

Well... it’s not just something Anton loves—it drives you absolutely wild. The way one of his hands can completely wrap around both your wrists and pin you anywhere, whether it’s on the bed or against the wall, wow... Even if it doesn’t always show, Anton loves the feeling of having control over you, and grabbing your wrists is one of his favorite things because it makes him feel exactly that.

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[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."

[taojjang]

𐙚 snowed in with riize .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day one! pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluff! warnings: snowstorm! so sweet and fluffy u might feel it in ur toes

note: this is basically a trailer for the second week of my advent calendar event! each member's part will soon be a mini oneshot, stay tuned wink wink

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ಇ. spending a white night with your boyfriend

shotaro . . .

once you saw the white flurries falling from your window, you couldn't help but sigh. as much as you love the winter, it was quite convenient that it started snowing the day after your heater broke. though this posed as an inconvenience to you, shotaro was jumping at this opportunity to be your warmth.

"i'll come over and keep you warm!"

and of course, he kept his word. twenty minutes later, taro knocked at your front door in his pajamas. you laughed at the sight of your silly boyfriend and his huge bag full of blankets. the night was brutally frigid, but that was only another excuse for taro to cling to you all night. the cold weather couldn't cross your mind once while you dozed off in taro's arms.

eunseok . . .

"just for tonight! please, seok!" you begged.

it was finally snowing after the brutally scorching summer, but you couldn't enjoy it. you tend to get sick quite easily, and eunseok knew that all too well. to avoid having to take a week off of work to take care of you, he advised you to stay inside. even with all of your sulking and whining, he didn't break. after all, he knew of a better way to make your night.

your eyes lit up at the sight of the two cups on the kitchen counter. as a warmer alternative to enjoying this snowy night, eunseok made your favorite drink: hot chocolate (and of course he can't forget the marshmallows and whipped cream!). once you were cuddled up on the couch with your marshmallows and cocoa, you forgot all about the snow outside, focusing on nothing but the sweetest boyfriend you had beside you.

sungchan . . .

your spirits were a bit down after your friends canceled the picnic you'd planned for the past week. due to the sudden snow, your lakeside picnic was not gonna happen. so you tried your best to enjoy yourself; sitting ahead of the fireplace with a warm cup of tea and a book. but you couldn't shake off the disappointment.

noticing the sullen look on your face, sungchan sat beside you and took you into his arms. "what's the matter, princess?" you looked up at him with your dainty gaze, wanting to explain everything that caused your gloom. but the bliss of being in his arms and having all of his attention erased all of your negative thoughts within an instant. you smiled and placed a soft peck on his lips. "nothing, love. could we cuddle?"

wonbin . . .

everything felt so peaceful— sitting in front of the window beneath the covers with a jazzy melody ringing from the tv. the snow looked so beautiful, falling from the sky and coating the world in its petals. you could sit here forever. that was until the jazz was overshadowed by the loud banging on your front door.

you covered your mouth and pressed back the laugh that was at the base of your throat. "baby, what happened..?" wonbin stood at the doorway with his head down, covered from head to toe with snow. "it started snowing right when my shift ended and i didn't have a ride." you laughed and quickly dusted off all of the snow from his hair and jacket. to mend the frown on your baby's face, you took him inside to dry him off. he sat on your bed and looked up at you with stars in his eyes as you ruffled his hair dry with a towel.

seunghan . . .

snowy days were always your favorite days to stare out the window and space out. something about snow is so comforting and tranquilizing. but you couldn't even enjoy it when your stupid window kept fogging up. every few minutes you'd have to swipe your hand over the glass to clear the fog, dampening the cuffs of your sweater. it was irritating you, so seunghan knew he had to step in.

"what's wrong, angel?" seunghan asked, taking a seat beside you. "the stupid fog keeps covering the glass. i can't see the snow." seunghan laughed and lifted his finger toward the glass. he began tracing small lines and curves into the fog before leaning back and smiling at you. he drew the both of you in his signature shinchan style. "look, angel, it's us!" you laughed and cupped his face in your hands, leaving a long kiss on his lips. "you're the cutest, seunghan!"

sohee . . .

snow was a hard thing to enjoy. although it's soothing to watch the white petals fall from the sky and paint the ground white, it wasn't too fun to clean. you absolutely hate shoveling snow. it hurts your shoulders and it's so terribly painful doing strenuous work in the freezing cold weather. but sohee had a different way of cleaning up the snowy driveway.

"help me roll the snow!" sohee cheered.

instead of dragging the shovel across the pavement, he packed a basketball-sized ball of snow and began rolling it through the snow. you laughed at your boyfriend's childish approach to clearing the driveway. the two of you spent hours building a kingdom of mini snowmen, giving each of them special features and even names. though you hated snow, you couldn't deny how much fun you had watching sohee build his little snowmen with that huge smile on his face. but now there was only one problem left to solve: the huge snowmen blocking the driveway.

anton . . .

spring cleaning was the most tranquil part of the change in weather. you loved clearing out the clutter in your bedroom as you refresh from the cold winter to the fresh sun of spring. but this year, you had to finish it a bit earlier. you were moving apartments and had to ensure every crevice of your home was spotless or else you'd never hear the end of it from your landlord. but the cleaning process was everything but tranquil.

anton hated seeing you so stressed while the snow was coming down so prettily. all he wanted was to cuddle you while watching the snow fall from your window, but you were preoccupied with cleaning up the kitchen :( so when he helped you take out the trash, he cooked up this little plan for turning your mood around. you gasped feeling the impact of the cold snow hitting your back. you turn around to see anton staring back at you with his guilty grin. "you can't catch me!" he teased, turning around to run away from you. you laugh as he trips and falls straight onto his face into the snow. "what a loser.."

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[pwblant]

asking you to play dress to impress with them - RII7E ★

★ genre : fluff, SMAU

★ warnings : mentions of cheating and nothing else really, just pure fluff !!

★ note : just wanted to publicly say that i miss seunghan i miss riize and i love anton. #dayidkwithoutriize and im starting to lose hearing in my left eye and taste in my right. enjoy the texts!

.ᐟ shotaro

.ᐟ sungchan

.ᐟ eunseok

.ᐟ wonbin

.ᐟ seunghan

.ᐟ sohee

.ᐟ anton

[onyourj-uls]

꩜ .ᐟ afternoon classes | park wonbin

pairing: park wonbin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, friends to lovers

warning: none

wc: 3.1k

note: today i dreamt that wonbin taught me how to play the piano! 😭 it was so incredible, his hands were super soft and he smelled delicious, i can't explain the smell, but i felt it SO real that i woke up in love with him, that's why i decided to write this imagine to capture a bit of my dream<3

wonbin is teaching you to play the piano.

the sound of the keys echoes softly in the room illuminated by the dim light of dusk. wonbin is sitting next to you, his presence warm and relaxed, while his low, calm voice guides your movements.

"like this... slowly. you don't have to rush."

his large hands rest on yours, guiding you in the right rhythm, his fingers brushing yours with a precision that sets your nerves on edge. you try to concentrate, you really try, but his closeness is too overwhelming. the heat of his body, the sound of his voice, his breath so close to your skin...

and then, it happens.

your hands begin to tremble. just a slight movement, but enough for wonbin to notice.

he's silent for a moment before he lets out a low chuckle, the one that makes you shiver. that one he has when he knows he's got you right where he wants you.

"hey... are you okay?" he asks in a whisper, without pulling away a millimeter.

you try to answer, but the lump in your throat won't let you. and the worst thing is that he knows it. wonbin cocks his head slightly, analyzing you with those dark eyes full of amusement and something else... something that leaves you breathless.

"you know..." he murmurs, slowly sliding his hands down your arms until he's holding yours more firmly "i like it when you get like this."

his thumbs begin to trace light circles on the inside of your wrists, his touch sending shivers throughout your body. You bite your lip unintentionally, and that's when he finally moves closer.

"it's nice to see you nervous..." his voice drops another tone, his lips so close to your cheek that his breath mingles with yours "but I think i like it better when you trust me."

wonbin doesn't pull away.

instead, his nose brushes against your cheek in a slow, intentional brush. a touch that shouldn't feel so intimate, but it is. he takes his time, breathing against your skin as his hands slide down your forearms, tracing them with his fingertips.

your eyes close for a second, and when you open them, he's already looking at you.

too close.

too intense.

too dangerous.

his eyes drop to your lips, and you can't even move. you don't need words to know what's about to happen.

"if you keep looking at me like that..." his voice trails off, and the next thing you feel is the barely perceptible brush of his lips at the corner of yours.

a kiss that almost doesn't happen.

but this time, he doesn't pull away.

this time, he repeats it.

slower.

sirmer.

and then, Wonbin sighs against your mouth and really kisses you.

not hurriedly, not awkwardly. calmly. as if he has all the time in the world to explore you, to make you forget how to breathe, so that his every caress is etched into your skin.

his hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, as his soft, full lips move over yours in a kiss that leaves no room for doubt.

when he breaks away, it's only for seconds, just long enough to murmur against your lips:

"now tell me... do you want us to get on with the class?"

but the mischievous twinkle in his eyes tells you he already knows the answer.

hope you like it!! should i write part 2? 👀

[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.ᐟ

the taste, the touch, the way we love it all comes down to make the sound of our love song.

“in your car, i’m a star and i’m burning through you.”

˙ . ꒷ 📙 . 𖦹˙— welcome to my main masterlist. this masterlist includeds nsfw, fluff, and and angst so viewer discretion advised.

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

🕸️ ⋮ NCT ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

⟢ ᵎᵎ — johnny imagines (ft. johnny suh) . . . just johnny treating his gf like a trophy in the eyes of the media but loves watching you beg for him ☆.ᐟ

⟢ ᵎᵎ — pussy fairy pt 1 (ft. na jaemin & mark lee) . . . nct dream members being munches for pussy ᥫ᭡.ᐟ

🕸️ ⋮ THE BOYZ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

⟢ ᵎᵎ — types of love tropes they are (ft. the boyz). . . this is only part 1 ᥫ᭡☆

🕸️ ⋮ SEVENTEEN ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

🕸️ ⋮ OTHER GROUPS ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

⟢ ᵎᵎ — never trust a fox (ft. choi jiung) . . . the universe has unexpected ways of bringing you things you never thought you’d need in your life, one of them being a conniving hybrid fox named choi jiung who could devour you at any moment☆.ᐟ

⟢ ᵎᵎ — 7:51 pm (ft. park wonbin) smut timestamp ᥫ᭡.ᐟ

🕸️ ⋮ ANIMANGA ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

⟢ ᵎᵎ — baby daddy imagines (ft. connie springer) . . . the most caring and attentive man, connie springer ☆.ᐟ

⟢ ᵎᵎ — nothing yet…

© 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.

[luvyeni]

🍃… ( reaction ) taking your ring off prank ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 라이즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁  taking your engagement ring off as prankヾ

OT7!라이즈・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ fluff ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ wc ・ ‎k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. hi, can you do the reactions of riize when reader prank them by not wearing their engagement ring …

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 this was cute i hope you like it <3 !!!

﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro ﹚ .ᐟ

he notices it , but he doesn’t say anything. “hey baby.” you gave him a kiss , sitting down next to him. “hi.” he says, eyes going immediately to your hand, noticing your ring wasn’t on your finger. he thought you probably lost it in the couch since it’s happened before. so he wastes no time, getting up and checking in between the cushions quietly. turning to your phone which you hidden confused, then turning back to him. “taro my love what are you doing.” his shiny eyes and warm smile making your heart flutter. “im trying to find your ring baby , i know you probably lost it in the cushions.” he was so cute , you couldn’t help but swoon. “oh don’t bother.” you fold immediately. “it was a joke.” you took the ring from your pocket. “ah why!” he whined, cheeks red. “don’t do that again.” he took the ring from your hand , putting it back on your finger.

“keep it on , it looks pretty there.”

﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok ﹚ .ᐟ

his ass don’t care, you already said yes. you’re gonna marry him regardless if you wear the ring or not; HOWEVER , he paid thousands of dollars for that ring , it’s not about to collect dust now. “i see the camera.” he said pointing , pissing you off. “I hate you.” you snatch your phone up. “why can you ever go along with something?” you pout , he can’t but think that you’re so cute. “baby that ring i bought for you , i don’t care if you wear it or not.” he shrugged , kissing your lips. “how can you say that?” he smirked.

“because you’re gonna marry me regardless , you already said yes, that’s all i need.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan ﹚ .ᐟ

his ass won’t notice that it’s missing , so you have to take it off right in front of him. “what do you want to eat?” both of you sitting in the car. “i don’t know.” you fiddled with the ring , looking at the camera with a smirk, because you know he’s gonna look at you which gives you a perfect chance. “are you jo…” he stops seeing you take the ring off , sitting it in the cup holder. “what is it?” he just blinks at you. “sungchan.” you bite back a smile. “what are you doing?” he said, looking at your hand , then to you. he will pull the entire car over. “put it back on.” he said. “now.” you smile at him. “this is a joke isn’t it , you’re prancing me?” you point to the camera , he rolls his eyes , driving off again.

“im gonna super glue it to your finger, keep your ring on.”

﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin ﹚ .ᐟ

you can not trick him, he saw you set up the camera, he knows the ring is in your pocket. he scoffs as you go on with your day. “why are you making so much noise.” you try not to laugh at his sassy ass attitude. “you wanna take your ring off?” he said , reaching for his. “fine let’s take them off.” he said trying to slide it off his finger , but you stopped him. “don’t do that.” you slapped his hand. “then put yours on , now.” you took the ring out , sliding it back on your fingers. “see now get your hand away from your hand.” you want to slap that stupid smirk off his face.

“don’t take it off anymore.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan ﹚ .ᐟ

he just thinks it needs to be cleaned or something, do it doesn’t real bother him. “baby where’s your ring?” he asks , you look at the camera without his knowledge. “im gonna take it to the cleaners today.” mind you he’s done this already. “you need it cleaned right , that’s why you took it off right?” he gets up from the couch. “it’s probably in the room then.” you stop him before he goes into the room. “hannie you’re so cute.” you pulled him back down on the couch. “what do you mean princess?” you point to the camera. “it’s a joke hannie , it’s in my pocket , i just wanted to see your reaction.” he smiles when you pull it out your pocket. “see.” taking it out your hand , sliding it back on your finger.

“just like the first time i proposed to you , beautiful.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sohee ﹚ .ᐟ

don’t do him like this; he’ll automatically think you want to end the engagement… of course you don’t , but in his mind he’s like; if you didn’t want to break up , why take it off? do you hate him? oh he’s going crazy. “baby.” you hear the quiver in his voice. “baby where’s your ring?” he pouted. “you’re not supposed to take it off.” he whined. “I didn’t notice.” his eyes widen at your words. “what do you mean!” he said. “you’re supposed to wear it 24/7, you have to show it off.” you laugh at his child-like behavior. “don’t laugh.” he said. “it’s just a prank baby , the ring is in my pocket.”

“then put it on and don’t take it off again.”

﹙ 𐙚 : anton ﹚ .ᐟ

6 million things go through his mind all at once; did he do something wrong? were you mad at him? how does he fix this without pissing you off even more? “baby?” he said softly, you forced down a laugh. “yeah ton?” this confused him even more, you called him by his nickname so you couldn’t be upset. “ton what is it?” you broke the boy out of his thoughts. “you aren’t mad at me right?” he said. “did you do something to make me mad?” he’s like please answer the question. “your ring.” he said. “you took it off, are you mad?” he didn’t even see the camera. “im sorry if you are.” you actually started to feel bad , you pouted. “im sorry ton it was a joke i didn't mean to upset you.” you pointed to the camera. he stared into the camera , before giving you shy smile, looking away. “don’t do that again.” he said, covering his face.

“please put it back on now.”

©️LUVYENI

[2amriize]

.ᐟ RIIZE scenario: idol!reader meeting idol!riize ༉‧₊˚.

req: hi i love all of your riize stuff !! I’d love to see riize with an idol reader like you what group they would be in and how they would meet or interact ?? like an award show, mc, backstage , etc

note: hiii! i did my first exam today AAA! i can't wait to be free again and be more active...

pairing: idol!riize x idol!reader— masterlist

⭑.ᐟ shotaro

You had managed to debut in ILLIT thanks to your dancing skills, as you had caught people's attention as a professional dancer. For that reason, your manager told you that you would be doing the "Impossible" dance challenge with Shotaro. You were quite nervous because you knew how great a dancer he was; you were basically a fan of his and loved watching his dance videos. When you met in the hallway to record the video, both of you were a little nervous, but after a few takes, you relaxed. After filming, you talked for a few minutes, with you telling him how much you admired him, and him thanking you and saying he liked your dancing style too. From that moment on, you would greet each other whenever you met.

⭑.ᐟ eunseok

In NMIXX, you were always the one in charge of speaking because you were very outgoing and had a knack for capturing people's attention. Thanks to this, you were hired as an MC for a music show. Alongside you, they chose Eunseok from RIIZE as your co-host, as he was quite popular for his looks. At first, both of you were quiet and shy, but little by little, Eunseok started joking around, and you became closer. You realized you had many interests in common, and after your contract as MCs ended, you stayed in touch, meeting up occasionally when you both had time to go to cafes or PC rooms.

⭑.ᐟ sungchan

You had known Sungchan since you were trainees, but you hadn’t had the chance to talk much during that time. Years later, you finally debuted in AESPA, and he debuted in NCT, later redebuting in RIIZE. Not long after, the company informed you that you would have a stage together, so you practiced together for several weeks. Both of you had great respect for each other, knowing how hard you had worked to get where you were, even though you didn’t know each other deeply. After the stage, you would exchange supportive messages and sometimes send each other snacks and drinks.

⭑.ᐟ wonbin

Both you and Wonbin were quite awkward when meeting new people because you were both very introverted. In your group, IVE, you were known for being pretty cute. One of the poses you had created for fan meeting photos had become famous, with many idols imitating it. Wonbin was one of them, using it often in his photos. Although you had never spoken before, one day you ran into each other in the hallway before a stage, where you were both waiting. Wonbin, a bit shy, started talking to you, saying how much he liked the pose you had created, sparking a small conversation. You couldn’t help but be speechless at how handsome he was in person. After that meeting, you started greeting each other every time you met, becoming closer over time.

⭑.ᐟ seunghan

You and Seunghan had been invited to a new variety show where idols would teach their dances step by step. In that episode, you were going to teach Seunghan the new dance from KISS OF LIFE, and he was going to teach you RIIZE's new comeback. Before the recording, you had never spoken before, but you quickly became friends because you had very similar personalities. You also decided to exchange numbers, staying in touch and becoming closer friends. When the video was released, many people started saying you made a great duo, leading to you both being chosen as the main MCs of the show.

⭑.ᐟ sohee

RIIZE was a new group that was gaining a lot of attention. Your group, STAYC, although several years into your career, still had significant recognition. You, in particular, were known for your voice, being the singer for many soundtracks. So, it didn’t surprise you when your manager told you you would be recording another song for a new K-drama, but this time it would be a duet with Sohee from RIIZE. Of course, you already knew who he was, as he was also famous for his voice. During the recording, you didn’t talk much, but afterward, when the song became famous and you had to do stages together, you became closer. You often went out for dinner or drinks at night to celebrate its success, gradually becoming close friends.

⭑.ᐟ anton

Out of all the English-speaking members of New Jeans, they had chosen you for an award show. It was the annual K-drama awards, and they decided to have two idols who could speak English to translate some things since it was an international broadcast. You didn’t know who the other presenter would be until a few days before the event, but when you went to practice, you found out it was Anton from RIIZE. You had seen him many times on social media but had never met him in person. You connected quickly because, although Anton was initially quite quiet, you didn’t stop talking to him and asking questions, which helped you both build rapport. It wasn’t a surprise when, after the awards, you decided to exchange numbers to stay in touch.

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[ddodol]

all mine — p.wb

series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, bf!wonbin, fem!reader, pet names, themes of cheating oops, failed attempt at angst?, first time mentions, unprotected sex, overstimulation. word count⭑.ᐟ 2k+

a/n; sooooo this is unexpectedly lengthy.. i really wanna rewrite this some other time because i like the angst kajsdk wanted wonbin to be the mayor's son,,, but i don't want this to be THAT dark iykwim </3

you grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other’s business. it was nice, you thought. the people you grew up around were the same people that helped shape you into the fine lady you were now.

it came as a shock and disappointment to everyone in your town when they learnt of your marriage to the recently town mayor’s son. the pure and innocent little girl they treasured was offered in exchange for the town’s growth— it wasn’t something you chose nor would you ever choose if you were given the chance, but you knew it was something you had to do.

the wedding was lavish, one would think it was out of love for the bride— and yet you haven’t even spoken to your groom-to-be at least once. you walked on thin ice the entire time, forcing a smile as you thanked the townspeople’s half-hearted congratulatory remarks and goosebumps popping up the back of your neck as you linked your arm with his.

you wondered when it would end, letting out a relieved sigh when your now husband excused himself to greet some acquaintances. you lingered for a while, watching and listening to their disgusting remarks about you.

”you’re a lucky man; your wife is young and spry!”

you felt disgusted, shivers running down your spine as they mindlessly babble away even when you were within earshot. you quickly excused yourself, choosing to ignore the fact that you were going to be unhappy with this marriage.

”y/n.” your heart dropped at the familiar voice, turning around with wide eyes. there stood someone you’d be regretfully leaving behind in light of this marriage— your childhood friend and lover, wonbin. you looked around, making sure that no one else was there before running up to him. he smiled when he felt your warmth surround him, holding you close. he pulled away to look at your face, affection written all over his face.

”i’m sorry i took so long,” wonbin whispered, taking your hand in his, “i should’ve been here. i should’ve protected you.”

you stared at him as if you were trying to memorize his features, shaking your head as you smiled, “you were chasing after your dreams, it’s not your fault. besides, it was my choice, bbin.”

wonbin frowned, clenching his jaw. he knew he was young and powerless, a mere fisherman’s son that was still trying to find his footing in the world. he regretted leaving you in this town, driven by the desire to find a decent job for the two of you, only to return and find out that you were no longer within his reach.

fate was cruel, but not cruel enough to completely keep you away from him.

”come with me,” wonbin mumbled, eyes huge and glossy as he stared into yours. he held your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss onto your knuckles. “please, run away with me.” his voice was small, hot breath warming up your freezing hand.

you could only smile at him. you were old enough to know what you were doing, and that included the painstakingly long legal procedure that came with your marriage. you had nothing to lose, but you also had nothing to gain, and you’d even risk facing the townspeople’s contempt if you ran off.

”you know i can’t, bbin,” you whispered, voice sounding sweet but it caused wonbin great pain.

he sighed, loosening his hold on your hand to wrap his arm around your waist. wonbin held you for a long time, face buried in the crook of your neck. you smelled nice, some scent he knows you’ve never used before, wrapped in high-quality fabric that always covered your skin in rashes the day after.

wonbin wanted nothing more than to take this gaudy wedding gown off of you, eyes burning into yours as he pulled away. it was easy to tell that you were unhappy, that none of this was something you chose, looking like a stranger in your own wedding. a sigh escaped his lips, making up his mind to get you away from all this mess.

wonbin lifted you in his arms, finding yourself in a small, unused storage room at the end of the hallway. he nuzzled his face into your chest, holding you up against the wall. you patted his head, running your fingers through his hair. if only there was a way to give yourself to him, something special—

”take me, wonbin,” you spoke hurriedly, voice breaking, “take me before he could.” he stared into your eyes, the meaning of your words finally dawning on him. you smiled when you felt his breath hitch, “i want you to be my first, bbin.”

”fuck, if you say it like that,” he groaned, burying his face against your shoulder. you chuckled, seeing how red his ears had gotten. wonbin glanced at you, cheeks slightly flushed, “shouldn’t you be mad at me if your first time was at your own wedding venue?”

you laughed, the sound tickling his ears. “that would still be a better memory than my own wedding,” you reassured him, fingers combing through his sleek hair. he let out a shaky sigh, nodding as he turned his head towards your hand, placing a kiss on your wrist.

wonbin held you gently, lowering you down but never taking his hands off of you. he leaned in, chuckling before capturing your lips. you wrapped your arms around his neck, the slow kiss making your head spin the longer it went on. you gripped on his hair, making him pull away slightly.

you panted against his lips, eyes flickering down to see your lipstick staining them. you grinned, satisfied with the mark you left on him, pulling him back in for more. wonbin smiled against the kiss, letting you lead the pace this time.

the kiss was short, nibbling on wonbin’s upper lip as he pushes his tongue to break it off before trailing kisses down your neck. you sighed softly, brows furrowing. you felt his hand finding its way under your gown, shuddering when you felt his fingers against your sensitive inner thigh. wonbin let out a soft groan, nipping at your skin.

”can you raise your leg up for me, baby?” wonbin’s voice became hoarse, sounding even deeper right against your ear. you bit your lip, shivers running down your spine when you parted your legs open, lifting your knee up to his waist. wonbin smiled, hooking his hand under your raised leg, using his other hand to caress your hips.

wonbin could feel your restrained moans against his shoulder, lipstick staining his white dress shirt. he held your cheek, pulling you away so he could see your face. wonbin’s cheeks were just as flushed as yours, glossy lips parted open. he smiled at your adorable state, teasingly prodding at your lips with his thumb.

”do me a favor baby,” he whispered, “open your mouth for me.”

you obediently followed, gasping when he pushed his finger inside. wonbin cooed at you, brows twitching at how warm your mouth felt along with the erotic expression you had on your face.

you swirled your tongue around his finger, blushing at the lewd act. “that’s it, you’re doing so well,” he praised gently, tensing up as he pushed his finger deeper, now pressing on the roof of your mouth. wonbin felt you gag a little, prompting him to pull away completely. he quickly replaced his finger with his lips, kissing you deeply in an attempt to distract you from what he was planning to do next.

you felt his hand near your thigh once again, whimpering against his mouth when you felt his fingers near your core. he ran his finger down your slit, playing with your slick. wonbin pulled away, murmuring curses against your lips, “fuck, you’re wetter than i thought, baby.”

wonbin sighed into your neck, gently circling around your warm entrance. he eased his finger inside your walls, cooing at you when he heard your soft whimpers. “it’s okay, princess. just relax for me, yeah?” you buried your face against his neck, mewling at the slight stretch you felt.

he slowly curled his finger up, whispering praises as he continued to stretch you open. wonbin kissed your cheek, discreetly slipping a second finger inside. he covered his mouth with yours before you could let out a cry, the movement of his fingers mimicking the slow kiss that it made your head spin.

you whimpered, fists tightly gripping on his shirt at the pleasurable stretch. the moment wonbin felt your walls flutter, he pulled his fingers away before unbuckling his belt. you felt lightheaded, resting your cheek against his shoulder. you gasped sharply when wonbin raised your other leg, making you cling onto him, legs wrapped around his waist while your back was pressed flush against the wall.

”i’ll be gentle, i promise,” wonbin mumbled with bated breath, the words he uttered sounding like a lie even to himself. the tip of his cock pressed against your wet entrance, moaning softly when you felt him slip it inside. he stilled inside, rolling his hips as he waited for you to relax around him.

”thank you, princess.” you cried out when he bucked his hips forward, thick length piercing through your core. wonbin mumbled praises along with apologies, panting from how much he was trying to pace himself. he supported your body with one arm, his free hand going up to fondle you through your gown.

your body was heating up, whimpering once the pain turned into pleasure. wonbin’s shallow thrusts soon became deep and fast, leaving you a crying mess as you struggled to cling onto his shoulders. “i got you, baby. you're all mine now,” wonbin murmurs in between thrusts, groaning your name against your skin.

your moans get louder, cries starting to echo in the room as wonbin began to slam his hips into yours. you clawed on his back, feeling his muscles tense up at the action. he hissed, biting on your shoulder in return.

”bbin,” you whined, walls convulsing around his cock. you felt warm, too warm, reaching a high you’ve never experienced before. wonbin kept his face buried in your neck, mumbling about how amazing you felt around him. “bbin, it’s too much!” you cried out, nails digging into his skin. you felt overwhelmed, the heat from your lower stomach starting to rush throughout your body, making your head spin.

wonbin moaned into your neck, hands gripping tightly onto your hips. “let go for me, baby. let me own you completely.”

you moaned his name, a gush of warmth coating your inner thighs and wonbin’s length as you reached your high. “fuck. fuck, y/n.” wonbin mumbled tiredly, hips jerking sensitively as he came soon after. you felt his warm seed deep inside you, whimpering from how overwhelmed you felt.

he held you for a long time, letting you cool down in his arms. when he felt your legs trembling, wonbin quickly helped you straighten your legs down. you kept your hold on him, making him chuckle as he leaned down to embrace you.

you could feel something warm dripping down your thighs, soon finding it unpleasant. you sighed, pulling back to look at his face. “i kind of get why this activity is done on a bed.” wonbin laughs softly, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

”guess that’s my cue to bring you back to your house, then.”

the next few weeks after your wedding were sweet, sickeningly sweet. your lifestyle had changed so drastically, living in a house that was as wide as the fields you grew up in and as high as the town’s tallest utility pole. your new husband’s life was hectic as he ran multiple businesses in and out of the town, leaving him no time to even speak to you, much less see you.

you took advantage of it, running to wonbin’s old house without a second’s hesitation as soon as you wake up in the morning. even though it was regrettable that you didn’t wake up in his arms, wonbin was already content that you kept coming back to him.

the small town where everyone knew each other worked in your favor, turning the other cheek whenever they saw you and wonbin roaming the streets with your hands intertwined. they were happy for you— that was what you liked to think, making up for the time they failed to protect you.

[2amriize]

.ᐟ RIIZE pick up lines ༉‧₊˚.

req: what pick up lines do you think riize will use on their partner? saw a pick up line earlier that said "are you boba? because i'd love to milk those TEAddies" and have been wondering which member would use it lmao 😭😭

OMG. I'm so bad at pick-up lines, so I had to look some up (literally, I don't know any). The one you mentioned feels like something Shotaro would say, I don't know why 😭. Also, I feel like the ones who would use pick-up lines the most would be Eunseok, Sungchan, and maybe Anton (most of the time as a joke).

⭑.ᐟ shotaro — Are you winter? Because you will be coming soon… — he definitely saw this online and had to say it

⭑.ᐟ eunseok — Are you Youtube? Because I want you-to-be mine — THIS IS SO EUNSEOK CODED I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN

⭑.ᐟ sungchan — I'm tall, but don't worry, I'm shorter on my knees — no need to say anything...

⭑.ᐟ wonbin — You got a phone on your pocket? Cause that ass is calling me — he would be so embarassed of saying something like this tho

⭑.ᐟ seunghan — If you were a vegetable you'd be a cutecumber — he is the sweetest i love him so much.

⭑.ᐟ sohee — Feel my shirt. Know what it's made of? Boyfriend material. — he would try to look cool saying this but then he would be so embarassed...

⭑.ᐟ anton — Do you have a name, or can I call you mine? — you can call me however you want.

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[2amriize]

✧₊⁺. MTL RIIZE — talk you through it while doing it

req: Heyyyy ur writings are so good and ive been binge reading them! ahahah. Can u do an MTL to “talk you through it” while doing the deed

note: SMUT CONTENT, MINORS DNI

pairing: bf!riize x reader — masterlist

MOST

⭑.ᐟ sungchan

He’s very talkative. He doesn’t just spend most of the time praising your body and telling you how beautiful you look; he also loves to know how you’re feeling and what you’d prefer to do. He enjoys ensuring that you’re just as into the moment as he is. Plus, he’s really into dirty talk. “You look so perfect on top of me, babe…”“Do you like it when I touch you here?”“Guide my hand, show me what you want.”

⭑.ᐟ seunghan

He can’t stop whispering about how good you’re making him feel and how perfect you are for him. Like Sungchan, he wants you to enjoy every second with him. His priority is making sure you know how amazing you’re doing, praising you constantly. “You’re incredible… can you feel how much I’m loving this?”

⭑.ᐟ anton

Anton always wants to make sure you’re comfortable with him. Between soft moans, he’d whisper questions to check if you’re feeling good. He’d do anything to make sure you’re having the best time with him. “And if I move like this… tell me how that feels for you, baby.”“Do you like it this way? Or should I go deeper?”

⭑.ᐟ wonbin

Wonbin is more about sounds than words, but he can get quite talkative when you’re making him feel really good, repeating over and over how well you’re doing. “Yeah, keep moving like that… please…”

⭑.ᐟ eunseok

Oh, Eunseok… He’d spend most of the time groaning and letting out soft gasps, relying more on his movements than on words. However, he wouldn’t hesitate to give you orders or guide you now and then—or even start some dirty talk with you. “Tilt your head back; I want to see your face.”“I need to hear you say how much you’re enjoying this, princess.”

⭑.ᐟ shotaro

Shotaro isn’t very talkative, as he spends most of his time kissing your lips or your skin, leaving little room for words. Still, now and then, he’d let out a comment about how beautiful you look. “You look so cute right now…”

⭑.ᐟ sohee

Sohee probably isn’t very talkative either. He focuses more on letting out soft moans and gasps while holding your body tightly against his. However, sometimes a curse word or even your name would slip out. “y/n… fuck…”

LEAST

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[2amriize]

.ᐟ RIIZE reaction: going home with them for holidays ༉‧₊˚.

req: Hiiii love your work🩷🫧 I have a question is it possible for you to do (reader) coming home with RIIZE for the holidays like a reverse of your last post ?if not it’s okay

pairing: bf!riize x reader — masterlist

⭑.ᐟ shotaro

It was the first time you were going to meet Shotaro's family since you started dating, and you were going to spend an entire week with them. You couldn’t deny that you were pretty nervous, and Shotaro was well aware of it. Even though he had reassured you countless times that everything would be fine, you clung to him the moment you arrived. Still, his family was incredibly welcoming and showed great interest in getting to know you, asking lots of questions and making every effort to make you feel comfortable. By the end of the vacation, you felt like they were your second family. "When can we go back?"

⭑.ᐟ eunseok

You had only met Eunseok's family a couple of times before, but you adored the way they treated you, especially spending time with his younger brother. That’s why, when they invited you to spend the holidays with them, you couldn’t have been more excited. You loved hanging out with his mom and brother, you even went out for meals with them and explored the city together. Noticing how much attention you were giving them, Eunseok couldn’t help but hug you when you were alone in his room and tease you. "It seems like you’re more in love with my family than with me…"

⭑.ᐟ sungchan

Every Christmas, Sungchan and his family spent a week in a snowy cabin. He had always talked about how much fun it was, so you were naturally curious. When you received the invitation, you accepted without hesitation, not realizing you had no idea how to ski. You were amazed by how skilled Sungchan was. Both he and his family did their best to teach you, though you never quite got the hang of it. Despite that, you had an amazing time, bonding with Sungchan’s family and making unforgettable memories.

⭑.ᐟ wonbin

You were quite nervous about meeting Wonbin’s family, wanting to make a great first impression. Everything seemed to be going well until, while helping Wonbin and his dad prepare dinner, you accidentally dropped a plate, leaving you mortified. Even though everyone assured you it was no big deal, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. During dinner on the first night, they went out of their way to make you feel comfortable. Over the next few days, they included you in all their plans. In the end, Wonbin told you how much his family liked you, though you still couldn’t forget the broken plate incident.

⭑.ᐟ seunghan

When Seunghan invited you to spend Christmas at his home, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Even though you spent almost every day together, this was your first vacation as a couple, and both of you were thrilled. You loved spending time with his family, but what you enjoyed the most was simply being with him. To your surprise, it snowed one day, and you all went out to build a snowman and have a snowball fight. It was a holiday you would always cherish.

⭑.ᐟ sohee

Sohee had often told you about his family’s holiday traditions, so you were curious to experience them in person. His family welcomed you as if you were one of their own, and every evening, you watched a movie together and played board games after dinner. You loved seeing Sohee so happy, yet shy when introducing you to his family. On the final night, the two of you cuddled by the fireplace, reminiscing about how much fun you had.

⭑.ᐟ anton

Anton was thrilled that you were finally going to meet his family and equally excited to take you to his childhood home. There were so many things he wanted to show you. Spending time with him and seeing his excitement as he gave you a tour of his neighborhood brought you so much joy. Your favorite part was visiting his room and listening to his mom share stories and show you childhood photos of Anton, your ultimate weakness, though it embarrassed him a little. By the end of the trip, you and his mom had agreed to stay in touch.

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