#wonbin x y/n

[gyumibear]

Selca Day

ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis — in which wonbin is a fan of your group, biases you, and posts on your fandom's selca day, which surprisingly gets your attention.

ᝰ.ᐟpairing — fan!park wonbin x idol!gn!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre — smau, idol! au, comedy, fluff ᝰ.ᐟ warnings — swearing, jokes about violence, wonbin is down smth terrible lol

💬 — i love wonbin! also, i wanna do the reverse version of this, but it'll be for a different member <3 so if you want either sungchan or seunghan vote pls! (i have different ideas for sohee and taro lol) | divider creds: @/enchanthings

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[nnight-dances]

ONE KISS, ONE LOVE

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit

TROPES: established relationship!au, idol!wonbin, age gap vibes but no real mention, reader babies wonbin like he deserves to be, texts at the end, just sickening sweet stuff

WATCH: wonbin's night routine

NOTE: inspired by the video above! once again, these wonbin fics write themselves ... he might be my favorite boy to write rn or maybe that's just my way of coping!! anyway don't be surprised if i just start spamming u with the wonbin fics i just have too many good ideas. but they're all gonna be set in this same established relationship style, he's just so bf coded lol... anyway, enjoy <3

you've been in bed for a good twenty, clad in cream pyjamas and skincare intact, when you hear the frontdoor open – signalling your boyfriend, wonbin's arrival. you pause the video you're watching on your phone and sit up to greet him, "bin? welcome home." his heavy footsteps stop where his figure finally comes into your view.

wonbin looks wiped out, no doubt, eyes shadowed by his somnolent lashes. he stares at you for a moment before humming, the sound halfway between a thank god you're here and i could die right now. he peels his layers off with speed, black leather jacket hung up on the tree-shaped rack near your closet and his other outerwear finding its place on the small cabinet next to it.

you watch fondly as even in his fatigue, he patiently makes sure no outside clothes pollute the bed. as soon as he's in nothing but his white tee and boxers though, he jumps onto you, deflating the air out of you like a body pillow.

"hello," he mumbles, face disappearing into your chest where he snuggles closer. 

"hi, love," you welcome him warmly, fingers carding through his hair as a force of habit. you breathe against his limp body, letting him unwind on top of you as he often does. it's a silent activity, a night routine of sorts for wonbin on his longest days. he'd trudge home and settle close to you, wordlessly like a cat looking for soothing. 

sometimes, you talked to him about your day and he'd hum along, eyes on yours telling all you needed to hear. other times, you would go back to doing whatever you were doing – watching a show, playing a game, or talking to a friend – while he recharged. he even insisted it worked best when you were just doing your own thing.

today, you do neither. setting your phone aside, you occupy yourself with wonbin himself, first meandering through his charcoal hair and then trailing down to his neck, tracing hearts and stars into his skin. you can feel him relaxing under your touch, his face finally coming back into your vision. 

"tired," wonbin says, voice coarser than ever. "need to sleep." 

"i know, baby," you croon, "wanna wash up first?"

he shakes his head adamantly, "no. sleepy."

you laugh softly, "angel, i'm sure you are but you can't sleep with your makeup on, can you?"

"had a few drinks with taro hyung," he murmurs as if that explains his behavior.

"really? you had time after practice?"

"he snuck it into practice. beer after all that sweating was nice."

"wow, look at you," you muse, hand brushing his bangs out of his eyes, "you sound like an old man."

"i am," wonbin pouts, "let the old man go to sleep."

"sorry, love, i can't do that," you say.

"rude."

"say what you will," you sit up fully, pulling your sluggish boyfriend with you. ignoring his groans, you kiss his nose, "wash up, okay? can't have my rockstar breaking out because he was too lazy to wash his face before bed."

he groans again but this time it's an endearment, his kiss on your cheek disguising his smile. "but i can't move, y/n. please."

"i'll help you," you snake out of the sheets, squatting as you heave wonbin out as well. he stands up unwillingly, head wilting like a sad flower. you laugh, pulling him toward the washroom, "will you listen if i do all the work?"

that gets the job done alright because two minutes later, wonbin's settled against the sink with you between his legs. you crane around his tall limbs to reach for his products, having memorized his night skincare by now. 

cleansing balm in hand, you carefully cover every inch of his face, the makeup turning into oil gradually. "okay, babe, now rinse your face for me."

"you said you'd do all the work!" he complains without missing a beat. 

you glare at him, "i can't possibly wash your face without making a mess of both of us."

"sounds like an excuse to me."

sulking, he turns around, washing the balm off. next, you go in with his foam cleanser, gently circling his cheeks and forehead. despite all his earlier declarations, he watches you attentively, his hand loosely clasped around your waist to keep you in place. you have to scold him midway at one point when he gets cheeky and sneaks a hand down your pyjamas, feeling the hem of your panties. 

eventually, you dry his face off with a hand towel. "there," you peck his cheek, "all clean."

when he doesn't let go of your waist, you raise a brow at him. "you only love me when i'm clean," he scowls, "don't you?"

you narrow your eyes at his tantrum, "i think you're forgetting how i'm sacrificing my screen time before bed to clean you up right now."

he looks unconvinced as he tails you out of the bathroom. he's about to throw himself back onto the bed when you stop him by his hand. "change first," you explain, pulling out fresh pyjamas and throwing them at him. 

wonbin stands idly and it's only when he starts raising his arms up that you realize he wants you to do it. you sigh, "bin, you're such a baby today." but you smile as you pull his shirt off, disregarding the way he instantly flexes when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. slipping his pyjamas on, a piece at a time, you clap when he's done.

"i would make a great mother," you pat yourself on the back.

"you can adopt me if you want," he shrugs and you snicker, "i don't think i need to." 

"you want anything to eat before you sleep?" you ask as if you hadn't quite literally brushed his teeth. "chocolate," he says without any conviction and you roll your eyes at him, watching as he launches himself at the bed.

"quick, come here," wonbin whines. you pad over to your side of the bed and join him, giggling when his body curls around you instantly. his nose finds its indent against your neck this time, cold and fresh. 

for a minute, you think that's all you'll hear out of your boyfriend for the night. but it's just as you're about to reach for your phone when he speaks up again, "sorry if i'm boring."

you're not sure if your ears hear right, "what?"

but his voice is solemn, "...i'm probably kinda boring lately. so i'm sorry."

you turn on your side to face him completely, hand coming to rest against his cheek. "bin, you idiot. you coming home is the best part of my day."

"really? even though i'm too dead to do anything?" he perks up but his eyes gloomy, "we don't even fuck anymore. or go to the movies. or go out at all."

you laugh, "you're making us sound like an old couple on the verge of divorce, baby. you're just busier because of your comeback! i'm so excited and you should be, too."

"i am. but i don't want bore you."

"you don't, though. i'm lucky enough i get to see you at night and take care of you when i can. plus, it's not like you won't have more time after your promotions, right? we can do everything you want then."

wonbin blinks at you, his cool hand finally coming to meet yours where it was still caressing his cheek. he kisses your palm, "thank you. i'm glad."

"of course, love. now, go to sleep or you'll regret it tomorrow," you chirp, rolling over and shutting the lights off quickly.

"...you really would be a great mom," wonbin laughs at your behavior. 

"good night, wonbin."

"good night, mom."

you hit his arm at his brazenness but when he just laughs again, the sound is too sweet for you to even pretend to be mad. so instead, you hug him closer, hand on his bicep and his legs tangled with yours. 

–

bin: I AM FREE AT LAST

bin: FROM THE SHACKLES OF IT

you: …

you: how would ur fans react if i leaked our texts

you: so much for being mysterious

you: "shackles of it" boy have you ever touched a book

bin: okay so you're rude today

bin: i miss y/n mom version

you: ew?? if u have a kink i dont think this is gonna work

bin: because…? 

you: is sungchan still single

bin: i was kidding! haha!

you: ok.

bin: seriously tho let's do smth fun 2nite

you: i get off work late today :(

bin: whatttt you have a life outside of me :0

you: do you WANT me to break up with you???

bin: what i meant was i will be there to pick you up <3

you: wtv man idgaf anymore

bin: noooo

bin: i'll do anything you want don't be mad

you: anything?

bin: well other than leaking our texts ofc

you: i want to live together

bin: ???

bin: we alr do

you: wonbin 

you: baby

you: you just always come over to my place

bin: i sleep there it's my home wdym

you: and you still pay the bills for your place?

bin: i don't make that bag for nothing

you: ok so what if we lived together instead

bin: but i really like your place!!

you: i do too

you: let's make it our place 

bin: shit

bin: i just actually blushed irl

you: :) 

you: is that a yes

bin: i want to marry you

you: okay well let's calm down

bin: did u just reject me

you: i'm telling u that you're gonna regret proposing through text

bin: i love u and i want u to be my wife

bin: omg i just shed a tear at the thought of calling u that

bin: wife…. im changing ur contact name

bin: or should i change it to fiancée? since we havent yet tied the knot

you: park wonbin

you: we are 20 years old

bin: untrue

bin: im 22 

you: i am not marrying you right now

bin: … is there someone else

you: i'm not marrying anyone right now

bin: ok so i'm not husband material

you: you are

bin: i'm not father material? you: no comment

you: but we aren't ready babe

you: let's take it slow k?

you: just move in first

you: we have so many memories to make

bin: you're such a flirt

you: ??? u just asked me to marry you but sure

bin: i'll be moved in by the time you come back home

you: i thought you were picking me up

bin: that was before u asked me to move in

bin: now i have to bring all my stuff over

bin: which side of your closet can i use? bin: also thoughts on letting me keep my rock collection next to your figurines?

you: right side and no

bin: wow u didnt even think about it

you: imagine we get into a fight

bin: i refuse to

you: i'm just saying i would be tempted to throw them rocks at u

bin: you would do that????

you: depending on what u do

bin: why are you expecting me to do anything at all????

you: …experience

bin: wow

you: to be loved is to be known

bin: you can't flatter me now

you: i love you 

bin: …

bin: i love you too

[roxoxoxoxy]

My affinity for puppy boys is showing.

Includes: Sub!Wonbin, Established relationship, Wonbin being kind of a slut, jealously, semi-public, masturbation, Wonbin's into being humiliated a little bit, he's also very pathetic.

Many typos, not much grammar, currently sitting in the corner with a dunce hat on.

He's doing it on purpose just to aggravate you, you know this but you can't help but fall for it. Especially when he's fluttering his eyelashes at the waitress, pretending to be shy when she compliments him, flirting with her so blatantly. He's pretending as if you don't even exist, after whining all week about how you two never go out on dates anymore.

You know why he's acting this way, with him being on tour for months and you being busy with work you two barely had time to facetime every other day, let alone even attempt phone sex. When he finally had time off you were still swarmed with work, dismissing his attempts at initiating anything. All in all it's safe to assume he's feeling a bit neglected, dragging you out here to a fancy restaurant and flirting with the waitress, hoping to piss you off enough that you'll fuck his silly.

Maybe in those months you two really did grow apart, because if he knew anything about you, he'd know he'll quickly regret this. Or maybe he wants to regret it, the little masochist he is.

"And what about you ma'am?" The waitress says, half heartedly addressing you, the way her voice looses all enthusiasm is comical.

"I'll have the Streak, well done, with potatoes and-" you look down at your phone, pretending to see a notification. You put on your best disappointment face when you look back at her. "Actually, we'll have our food to go. Something came up unfortunately."

The waitress looks a bit disappointed as she nods, jotting down both your orders before she leaves, you don't miss the way she takes one last look at Wonbin, soaking him in. Sometimes you wish you were a woman of less morals, maybe then you could justify leaping up from the table and knocking her teeth out. She leaves before you can really finish that thought.

"Well that was quick" Wonbin says, voice all cocky and full of himself. God you can't wait to break him.

"You're one to talk, acting like a desperate slut all night."

Wonbin rolls his eyes at you, looking away so you hopefully won't notice how his neck and ears burn a pretty shade of pink at your words. He's so needy, he's practically buzzing out of his seat. He's missed your touch so much, all those months without you were torture, he couldn't even get bet off without thinking about you and when he finally got back you still didn't have time for him. You're so so cruel.

The waitress comes back with two containers of food in her hand, he quickly swipes his card to pay before he gets up, rushing you both out of the restaurant like a eager little puppy. You drag him to the back of the restaurant, it's private enough. If you two don't make much noise you likely won't be caught.

He reaches over to kiss you but you push him back, causing him to frown.

"Get on your knees. I'm not letting you off the hook that easily."

"You want me to eat you out here?" He asks, gesturing vaguely at the not so clean ground. Despite his hesitation he gets down on his knees willingly, not caring if his dress pants get dirty as he looks up at you. You have to admit, he looks pretty like this. Pretty eyes looking up at you, his tie loose and the bulge in his pants is prominent.

"That's not why, you have a lot of nerve thinking I'd let you touch me after how you acted tonight"

Wonbin frowns but doesn't say anything back, mostly because he loves hearing you degrade him. Loves when you deny him what he wants and make him beg for it, even just the thought of it is making his cock drip precum.

"I want you to touch yourself. Right here, right now."

"what?" Wonbins eyes widen as he looks around, You two are concealed well enough but anyone could walk in at any moment, it's so embarrassing....so hot.

"You've been acting like a brat, so needy you're looking for attention from someone that isn't me. You must be pent up. So be a good boy and relieve yourself."

Wonbin feels his face burn red, you're talking about him like he's a dog. The disinterested, if not annoyed, look on your face makes him feel humiliated. Like dealing with him and his needs is somehow beneath you, it's even more humiliating how into it he is. He starts to unzip his pants, pulling down his boxers slightly to pull out his cock. He hisses as his hot cock is exposed to the cold night air, it's all red and needy, practically begging for your attention.

He looks back at you one more time, hoping you changed your mind but you stand firm in your decision, motioning him to go on. He starts out slow, wrapping his hand around his dick and stroking slowly. He can't help it though, he almost immediately starts going faster, biting his lip to stop himself from making any sounds.

Meanwhile you regret not asking if you could film him beforehand, because fuck he looks so pretty. Hair falling over his eyes as he jerks himself off, his dick turning a nice shade of dark pink as small whines escape his lips. He looks up at you again, tears creeping up onto his water line as he opens his mouth, trying not to moan as he talks.

"please touch me- Fuck please- I can't get off without you, need you so bad, so so so bad" he trails off incoherently, bucking his hips against his hands as he gets lost in the pleasure. "Please."

"Maybe you should ask that little waitress for help, with the way she was eyeing you up I'm sure she'd be more than willing to help."

"No I only want you, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I only want you please" his nose is all red as a tear falls down his cheek, lips pursed in a permanent pout. His breath hitches as he leans forward, resting his face on your knee. "I miss you."

That's what does it for you, his hot forehead nuzzling into you, pretty cock in his hands. You lower yourself onto his level, taking his face into your hands. He presses his face into your palm, looking both incredibly adorable and pathetic.

"My pretty boy missed me?"

"So much."

You can't help but crack a smile, he's so cute you forget why you're here in the first place. You reach down and replace his hand that was stroking his cock with yours, causing him to take in a shaky breath, biting his bottom lip.

"One condition, you can't hold back your moans, haven't heard you moan in so long"

He wants to argue with you, say how embarrassing it'll be, what if someone sees? What if a security camera catches you both? But he's miserable without your touch, Simply nodding in agreement.

His head immediately falls back when you start stroking him, small whimpers and whines leaving his lips. You know exactly how to touch him. He mutters something about going faster, you decide not to reprimand him for making demands.

Oh the sounds the makes when you start going faster, his mouth hangs open as he moans and you're sure this is what heaven sounds like. You can see his collar bones, a thin layer of sweat covers them and you simply can't resist. You lean in closer and kiss it, before giving him a hickey, suckling on the skin till it's a dark shade of purple.

The feeling causes him to let out a louder moan, hips bucking into your hand as he whines saying he's close.

"It's okay, cum for me."

That's all the motivation he needs before he's spilling all over your hand, his entire body shaking as he finally orgasms. You help him ride out his high through his shakes, giggling when he leans forward to rest his face on your shoulders.

"....Do you think the foods gotten cold." He says while panting, his face burning hot.

"probably."

I'm running out of ideas so if you guys have any please send them in 😚

[riecoeur]

forever starts with you.

pairing — husband!wonbin x fem!reader

summary — you reminisce about the early days of dating wonbin, his shy smiles, late-night talks, and the way he always seemed so sure of you. fast forward to now, as his wife, you uncover a sweet secret, while you were busy at work, he visited your parents’ home to ask for their blessing, determined to make you his forever. it’s a tale of quiet love, unwavering devotion, and the moment he knew you were his future.

warnings — none, just pure fluff, mild emotional moments, and a whole lot of softness.

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you lean back on the couch, a mug of tea warming your hands, the soft hum of wonbin’s voice drifting from the kitchen. he’s humming something, probably a riize song he’s been tweaking lately while he rummages through the fridge for a late-night snack.

it’s a quiet saturday, the kind you’ve grown to love since marrying him. the apartment smells like his cologne and the lavender candle you lit earlier, and for a second, your mind wanders back to the beginning. back to when he was just wonbin, the boy who stole your heart with a single look.

it started simple.

a coffee shop, a spilled latte, his quick hands catching your cup before it hit the floor.

“careful,” he’d said, voice low, eyes crinkling with a shy smile.

you’d laughed, flustered, and somehow that turned into hours of talking about music, about dreams, about nothing and everything. he was quiet back then too, but the way he listened, really listened, made you feel like the only person in the room.

by the third date, he was holding your hand, thumb brushing your knuckles like it was the most natural thing. by the fifth, he was stealing kisses in the rain, whispering,

“i could get used to this.”

you smile into your tea, remembering how he’d look at you sometimes like you were a puzzle he’d already solved, like he knew something you didn’t.

“what?” you’d ask, and he’d just shake his head, lips tugging up.

“just thinking,” he’d say, and you’d let it go, too caught up in the warmth of his presence to press him.

but now, looking back, you see it. the way his eyes lingered a little too long, the way he’d talk about the future, our place, our nights like it was already written.

his voice pulls you back, and you glance up to see him leaning against the doorway, a plate of sliced apples in hand. his hair’s a mess, sleeves rolled up, and he’s got that soft, knowing look that still makes your heart skip.

“you okay over there?”

“just thinking about us,” you admit, patting the spot next to you.

he slides in close, offering you an apple slice, and you take it, leaning into his shoulder.

“remember when we were dating?”

he chuckles, low and warm.

“how could i forget? you were a mess, spilling coffee, tripping over your own feet.”

“hey!” you nudge him, laughing. “you liked it.”

“loved it,” he corrects, his hand finding yours, fingers threading through like they belong there. “loved you.”

your chest tightens, the good kind of ache, and you tilt your head to look at him.

“you were so sure back then. i mean, i was falling for you, but you… you acted like you’d already made up your mind.”

he goes quiet for a second, gaze dropping to your joined hands. then he smiles, a little sheepish, a little secret.

“i had.”

you blink. “what?”

“i knew pretty early,” he says, voice soft like he’s confessing.

“maybe a month in. you were laughing at some dumb joke i made, and i just thought… yeah, this is it. i want this forever.”

your breath catches, and you sit up straighter, searching his face. he’s not joking, his eyes are steady, warm, the same way they were when he slipped that ring on your finger.

“a month?” you say, half-laughing. “wonbin-ssi, we were barely dating!”

“didn’t matter,” he shrugs, like it’s the simplest thing.

“i knew you were my wife. just had to wait for you to catch up.”

you’re speechless for a second, heat creeping up your neck. he’s always been like this quietly certain, letting his actions speak louder than words. but there’s something else in his tone, a flicker of something untold, and you narrow your eyes.

“wait. what aren’t you telling me?”

he freezes, just for a beat, then rubs the back of his neck, a telltale wonbin sign he’s been caught.

“uh… nothing?”

“park wonbin, yeobo” you say, poking his chest. “spill.”

he sighs, but there’s a grin tugging at his lips, like he’s been waiting for this.

“okay, fine. remember that day you were stuck at work late? like, six months before i proposed?”

you nod slowly. “yeah… you said you were hanging out with the guys.”

“i lied,” he admits, and your jaw drops. he holds up a hand before you can interrupt.

“i wasn’t with the guys. i was at your parents’ house.”

“what?” you’re fully turned toward him now, tea forgotten on the table.

“i went to ask them,” he says, voice softening, eyes locked on yours. “for their permission. to marry you.”

your heart stumbles, a rush of warmth flooding through you.

“you… you drove two hours to my parents’ place? without telling me?”

“mhm,” he nods, like it’s no big deal.

“you were stressed with work, and i didn’t want you worrying about anything else. so i just… went. brought flowers for your mom, talked to your dad about how much you mean to me. they were cool with it, your dad even hugged me.”

you’re staring at him, mind reeling.

you remember that night coming home exhausted, finding him on the couch with takeout, acting like nothing happened. and all that time, he’d been planning your forever.

“wonbin-ah,” you whisper, voice thick. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“wanted it to be a surprise,” he says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“and… i don’t know. i liked having it to myself for a while. knowing i was ready to spend my life with you.”

tears prick your eyes, and you swat his arm lightly.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously in love with you,” he counters, pulling you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you like they’re made to fit there. you bury your face in his neck, breathing him in apples and cologne and home… and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“you’re lucky i said yes,” you mumble, and he laughs, soft and real, his lips brushing your forehead.

“nah,” he murmurs. “i’m lucky you spilled that coffee.”

and as you sit there, tangled up in him, you think back to those early days, the shy glances, the stolen moments, the boy who saw forever in you before you even knew it yourself. wonbin’s always been your constant, your quiet certainty, and now, years later, he’s still proving it, one apple slice, one secret, one perfect moment at a time.

[atzhrts]

tbh i haven’t seen a lot of wonbin mad i just feel like he gets kinda pouty and sulks all over the place. sooo im having this thought of him arguing with his s/o and not rlly knowing how to end the argument so he does what he knows he’s good at (dicking u down) idk but i love romance & angst

no you’re so right. i feel like he’d give you the silent treatment 😞

sitting next to each other on the couch and just being on your phone, wonbin has his legs propped up on the couch table and lets out a dramatic sigh every now and then. yeah he’s mad and he knows communication would probably help but he does not want to be the first one to apologize, he genuinely thinks you should do it. he looks up for a second when he sees you make your way to the bedroom, it breaks his heart thinking about you doing your nighttime routine without him. knowing you’re probably rubbing in your body lotion by yourself right now instead of having him do it for you, you’re going to bed without a kiss on your forehead and you’re falling asleep without a firm chest below your head.

so when he turns over for the hundredth time and still can’t find sleep he decides to just give it up and make his way to your shared bedroom. quietly closing the door in case you’re actually asleep and not just pretending before slipping under the covers next to you. wonbins cold feet against your legs making you jump slightly and letting him know you’re awake as he starts pressing small kisses against the skin of your neck.

“i’m sorry angel” he wraps an arm around your middle, hand gently cupping your chest before he circles his finger around your covered nipple, “please forgive me?” he drives the requests home with a small thrust, pressing his hard bulge against your ass.

and who could say no to wonbin? somehow the two of you always make up. whether fucking your frustrations out on each other, your nails scratching over wonbins skin as his fingerprint starts swelling on your cheek is as healthy as having a conversation like adults is debatable.

[suunani]

sweet home  ( park wonbin )

wonbin helps you relax after a long day with a soothing massage and much needed comfort.

❛ content 1.3k words, male reader, boyfriend!wonbin, fluff, casual kisses, massage / physical affection, requested here!

the second you stepped through the front door, the weight of the day hit you like a wave.

your body ached, your shoulders felt stiff, and all you could think about was falling into bed and never getting up again. work had drained every ounce of energy from you, and right now, you wanted nothing more than to shut the world out and just exist in peace.

but before you could even take a full step inside, a familiar warmth wrapped around your waist from behind, and a soft voice hummed against your shoulder.

“welcome home,” wonbin murmured, his arms tightening around you as he leaned into your back.

just like that, the exhaustion didn’t feel so unbearable anymore.

you let out a slow breath, tilting your head slightly so it brushed against his. “hey, my love.”

wonbin didn’t let go right away — he never did. instead, he pressed himself closer, his bare skin warm against yours, and let out a content sigh.

“you look exhausted.”

“you have no idea,” you muttered, reaching down to squeeze his hands where they rested on your stomach.

he made a soft sound of sympathy before finally loosening his grip just enough to pull back and look at you. his dark eyes flickered over your face, taking in the tension in your brows, the way your shoulders still hadn’t fully relaxed.

without another word, he took your hand and led you toward the bedroom.

“you need to let me take care of you,” he said simply, his voice gentle but firm.

you huffed out a small laugh, letting him guide you. “oh yeah? and what exactly does that involve?”

wonbin glanced over his shoulder with a teasing smirk.

“you’ll see.”

as soon as you stepped into the bedroom, wonbin turned to you and tugged lightly at the hem of your shirt. his fingers skimmed your stomach briefly before he looked up at you expectantly.

“shirt off,” he instructed.

you raised an eyebrow, smirking. “if you wanted to see me shirtless so bad, you could’ve just said so.”

wonbin rolled his eyes, but the slight pink dusting his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed.

“stop talking and take it off,” he muttered, trying to sound unimpressed, but the way his fingers played with the fabric gave him away.

you chuckled but obeyed, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside. the second it was gone, wonbin’s eyes shamelessly roamed over your chest, his lips parting slightly as he took you in.

“you’re staring,” you teased.

his gaze snapped up, and he scoffed, crossing his arms.

“no, im not.”

“sure,” you drawled, reaching out to tug him closer by the waistband of his sweatpants.

that’s when you realized — he was already shirtless, too.

the smooth expanse of his skin was on full display, warm and inviting under the dim lighting of the room. you ran your hands over his sides absentmindedly, feeling the way he shivered under your touch.

“you didn’t answer my question,” you murmured, pressing a light kiss to his jaw. “what exactly are you planning to do to me?”

wonbin let out a small, breathy laugh, his hands sliding up to rest against your shoulders.

“lie down, and you’ll find out.”

you gave him one last lingering kissm before doing as he said. stretching out on your stomach, you let your body sink into the mattress, exhaling deeply.

the bed felt nice, but the second wonbin straddled your lower back, his warm hands pressing against your shoulders, you knew this was going to feel even better.

“you’re so tense,” he murmured, his thumbs digging into a particularly stiff knot. “i can feel it just by touching you.”

you hummed in response, already melting under his touch. “long day.”

“then stop thinking about it,” he said softly, his fingers working expertly over your muscles. “just relax.”

easier said than done — until he really started working his hands over you. wonbin knew exactly where to press, how much pressure to use, and before long, your eyes had slipped shut, your breathing slowing as the tension slowly ebbed away.

his hands trailed down the length of your back, kneading with firm yet careful movements.

“you’re so strong,” he mused after a moment, his voice filled with quiet admiration. “it’s kinda unfair.”

you cracked one eye open, smirking. “jealous?”

wonbin scoffed, though his hands never stopped moving.

“i mean, a little. have you seen yourself?” his fingers ran down the ridges of your spine, tracing the muscles there. “you’re built like a damn superhero.”

you chuckled, shifting slightly beneath him. “mhh, and you like that?”

his hands paused for half a second before he muttered;

“shut up,” and resumed his work.

the warmth in your chest spread.

wonbin had always been sweet, but something about the way he touched you — so careful, so deliberate — made you feel something even deeper. his hands weren’t just massaging you; they were memorizing you. mapping out every inch of skin like he wanted to know it by heart.

a soft sigh escaped you as his fingers worked down to your lower back, pressing just right.

“damn, bin… where did you learn to do this?”

“you,” he answered simply. “i just pay attention.”

something about that made your heart flip in your chest. you reached back blindly, finding his thigh and squeezing it gently.

“you’re too good to me, you know that?”

wonbin leaned down, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“i like spoiling you,” he murmured, pressing a featherlight kiss just behind your jaw. “especially when you let me.”

you hummed in appreciation, turning your head to steal a kiss from his lips. it was slow, unhurried — just the way you both liked it.

when he pulled back, his cheeks were a little flushed, but he didn’t say anything. instead, he finished massaging the last bit of tension out of your lower back before sliding off of you. without a word, he lay down beside you, his bare chest pressing against yours as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

you immediately pulled him closer, letting your fingers trace the curve of his spine.

“you’re warm,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his forehead.

wonbin sighed, melting into you completely. “that’s the point. now you can just rest.”

you huffed a soft laugh. “you make it sound so easy.”

“it is easy,” he insisted, shifting slightly so he could nuzzle into the crook of your neck. “you just had to stay here with me.”

like you’d ever want to be anywhere else.

you tightened your grip on him, pressing another kiss to his hair. “alright, fine. but only because you’re cute.”

wonbin groaned dramatically. “ruined the moment.”

you laughed, the sound rumbling in your chest, and wonbin let out a little smile against your skin. he tangled his legs with yours, fully pressing himself against you as if he wanted to disappear into your warmth.

for a long moment, neither of you spoke. there was no need to. the room was quiet except for the steady sound of your breathing, the occasional soft rustle of the sheets as one of you shifted closer.

eventually, wonbin tilted his head up to look at you, his expression soft, open. “you feeling better?”

you brushed his hair back, letting your fingers linger against his cheek.

“yeah,” you admitted. “a lot better.”

a slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips. “good.”

you kissed him again, just because you could, and he melted into it without hesitation. when you pulled away, he stayed close, his forehead resting against yours.

“i love you,” he murmured.

you ran your thumb over his cheek, your voice just as soft. “i love you too, love.”

and as your eyes slip shut, your fingers still tracing soft, lazy circles against his skin, you realize — this is home.

[euseokz]

@ wonbin — every second i spend with you is the best one yet, why wouldn’t i want to spend all of them with you ? . cws : body worship . overstimulation . unprotected sex . creampie . genre : smut, fluff . wc : 0.7k+

a/n : ads ( @littlesuns ) !! as promised here i come to deliver, whiny and clingy wonbin (with whiny reader too hehe) 🫶🏻

BOYFRIEND! WONBIN who just can’t let go of you, always wanting to be with you at all times.

he’s clingy, for lack of a better choice of words. he wants to always be by your side, to always be with you, smiling the brightest when all your attention is on him and getting to the point of pouting and whining when it’s elsewhere. he isn’t toxic, he understands you also need your space, but when you’re together he wants you both to be as present as possible, to cherish the moment as much as you can, every extra second he spends with his favorite girl better than the previous one in his eyes.

wonbin will always smile so wide when you meet up and he can see you walking towards him, giving you a fleeting peck on the lips and immediately moving to hold your hand, beginning to walk to whatever your destination is while starting up a conversation. he isn’t too into extreme with pda, but he’ll never lose the chance to hold your hand or share a quick kiss or even have his arm laced over your shoulders or around your waist — he still wants to be touching you at all times, to have you close to him, just without being too obnoxious over it.

wonbin reaches his peak of clinginess, however, when he was you laying on his bed, looking ever so pretty, and all for his eyes only. he’ll kiss every piece of your exposed skin, tell you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you. he’ll touch you gently, taking his time in appreciating your body, wanting you to feel as gorgeous as he thinks you are, always needing to pretty much worship you before even thinking of actually fucking you. he’ll say quick praises against your skin, none of them louder than a whisper, professing his love for you, how much he appreciates you, telling you how gorgeous and irresistible you are, how grateful he is you let him have you like this. he’ll end it all with a kiss, a soft but intense one, both your lips almost quivering with arousal while your gazes fill with lust, desperate for one another.

you’d reach over to cup wonbin’s cheeks, forehead pressed together intimately as he starts to push his cock into you, both of you so whiny by then, letting out small whimpers when he bottoms out, completely filling you up to the brim, as if he was made for your pussy only — or at least that’s how wonbin sees it. he’ll start thrusting in and out slowly, almost lazily, moving to peck your neck, moaning against you, his dick twitching inside you and his hips faltering any time you moan a little louder for him, any time you act more desperately, when you need more of him, wanting to drown yourself in him just as much as he wants to drown himself in you. wonbin always complies with your needs, moving faster, rougher, whatever you want, fucking you until his cum is spilling into you and then continuing, his thumb drawing small circles over your clit as he overstimulates himself, face hidden in the crook of your neck as he whines for you, mumbling about how good you feel, how well your pussy sucks him in, how much he needs you. even when you cum he doesn’t stop, eventually overstimulating the both of you to the point of tears, both your eyes spilling salty droplets as you look into each other, whimpering out small “i love you”’s, the moment so intimate it’s almost as if only you two exist in the whole world.

when wonbin stops, his cock already aching and your cunt already swollen, he sniffles, looking between you, at the mess you’ve made, and smiling, telling you how pretty you look like that, all fucked out because of him, a wide smile stretching his lips and his eyes glistening, as if he’s truly proud of himself. you’d end up just whining, turning just as clingy as him, wanting him to envelop you in a tight hug — which he obviously does, staying with you for as long as you want before getting up to prepare a bath for both of you, the night ending with you two laying inside your tub filled with warm, bubbly water, talking to each other softly, wanting to keep the calm and loving atmosphere that filled the air for as long as possible.

[woncaroons]

⌗ wonbin boyfriend texts!! ⊰ ⋆˚✿˖°

ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵘʳᵉ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʲᵒᵏᵉ!

[boba-at-323]

bf!Wonbin thoughts #1

Thinking about bf!Wonbin who lets you rest your head on his shoulder when he sees you're feeling tired or sleepy.

Thinking about bf!Wonbin who shares his earphones/earbuds with you because he wants you to listen to his music with him, an attempt to help you fall asleep quicker.

Thinking about bf!Wonbin who likes pulling you closer to him by your waist, smiling at you softly when you bury yourself in his figure.

Thinking about bf!Wonbin who's usually the clingy one, but can't help his rising heartbeat when he realises how cute you look curled up near him.

Thinking about bf!Wonbin who loves watching you peacefully fall asleep on him. He doesn't mind being your personal pillow one bit, in fact, he seems to enjoy it a lot <3

[lilbluustar]

𝅄 ꣑ৎ ࣪𓈒 days in the library

pairing: fem!reader x wonbin

genre: fluff

warning: none

note: here is what i promised you a week ago, i hope you like it and i also hope to keep dreaming more things like this for more inspiration hahah😭🙏🏼

the library was quiet, broken only by the faint sound of pages turning and the occasional typing of a student. the dim light illuminated the wooden tables, creating a perfect environment to concentrate... or at least, that's what you were trying to do.

you had the notes open in front of you, going over and over the same concepts for your next exam.

however, your concentration was failing. and it was wonbin's fault that he decided to sit next to you without bothering to ask questions.

he was next to you, seemingly focused on his own book, although from time to time their gazes met, and in each of those moments, you felt a slight tingle in your stomach.

The touch of his arms was nothing new, but this time, he did something different.

with a quiet, confident gesture, he slid his hand to your waist, pulling you a little closer to him. it wasn't an invasive move, more like... protective. as if to remind him that he was there, by your side.

his breathing became heavier, but he said nothing.

then, without warning, wonbin took your hand.

the warmth of his skin enveloped yours in a firm, but at the same time, comforting grip. his thumb traced soft circles on your skin, and just when you thought nothing could make his heart beat faster, he brought his hand to his lips and left a soft kiss on the back of yours.

A warm, slow kiss... almost as if he wanted to etch the moment into your skin.

your mind went blank.

you couldn't even look around, all that existed in that instant was him and the warm sensation of his lips against your skin.

on the contrary, he leaned his head back on the desk, pretending to "fall asleep" and brought his hand next to yours with him, you felt his warm breaths on your still intertwined hands, as if he wanted to make sure you wouldn't let go.

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. you didn't know what to do and your silence seemed to amuse him even more.

and then... wonbin lifted his face from the desk.

your breath caught in your throat as his face came close to yours. you didn't know what he would do, if he would whisper something to you, if he would just hold your gaze with those eyes that seemed to pierce through you.

but he said nothing.

he kissed your cheek and smiled at your reaction.

then he moved to your lips.

it wasn't a demanding kiss, nor a desperate one. it was a kiss that said everything.

a kiss that had a little bit of tenderness, a little bit of restrained desire, a little bit of that uncertainty that surrounded you from the first moment your eyes met.

a kiss that you didn't know if it was real...

until you opened your eyes and saw his smile and his hand, still holding yours.

[1-49]

sweet nothing.

✶ pairing: f!reader × park wonbin �� genre: angst, suggestive. warnings: pinning, some language ig. wc: 1k

You are in this bed with him ───── wearing your bracelets, which he bought. With bedsheets that stank of roses and this very intense scent of sandalwood incense sticks.

His face is a blank, almost cold & emotionless, and the soft yellowish hue of the bedside table only serves to pierce and kill the reality painted upon that gorgeous canvas of his—make him less flat and give him more of a curve, coloring him in warm where in reality in this relationship that you 2 share he’s just a shadow, an absence of light.

Sure, Wonbin has made his way into your heart, through pain and heartbreak, through beautiful and less beautiful, but you are still the same stray cat at the foot of his door who is never let in... He lures you in with his smile as he speaks. As he continues to smirk through flirt and nonchalant. As his cotton lips move in a natural peach colour and his eyes enchant you at first to just leave you buried in their deep chocolate soils later, just keeping you on the edge—tense nervous.

Right, he pats your head and offers you food, but he never lets you go any further.

And you have been told. You were aware of the facts. You met them through a friend of a friend. Exes and ex casualties. For Wonbin is emotionally untouchable. He could be put on a marathon of love and run and run, never quite understanding the purpose of what he is running for other than the sense that seems logical to him, which is that a race is just a race and that it must be won. It is not required to have any—

... significance.

Yes… it doesn’t. Just like this. Just like you… just like you two. In this bed. All of it. All of you two… It is completely meaningless.

... As he lays face to face with you, his fingers twist to later push the silky strap of your dress down the curve of your left shoulder ... intently watching you. His white shirt is unbuttoned at the neck and unformal at the bottom, rolled up, revealing a little of his heavenly skin, and his loosely tied tie speaks for itself, exposing those godly collarbones.

He is unconcerned... Loose… In the present, but not fully present. His fingers continue to delicately walk the side of your neck, then tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

You swear you see an ember in his hot deaden stare.

But are you really noticing it, or do you wish it was there?

Damn, right, the lamplight gently falls on his face and begins to warm you up. A warm tease at the end of spring that you are not sure how to handle. You have no idea how to deal with him. The warmth grows as he holds the side of your face in his palm. You should know what he means by such intimate gestures, but then you should also know better.

Hair strands fall over his face... over his eyes.

His hair is messy. Dark. Sultry. When he is not at his peak, he drives you insane. When he is at his most natural. Most lazy. When he does not seek perfection. He is a tantalizing sight... And when he looks at you with tired eyes, he runs you into the ground.

And he is aware. Wonbin is aware of the effect his dreamy looks have on you, so he employs them against you.

So you prefer to look at his loosened tie rather than his eyes. You wish you could despise him for being such a mother*ucker, but most importantly for being a mother*ucker to you, yet—

... You flinch as his thumb presses against your bottom lip, tilting your chin up. You are always far too frail! You are always too immersed in the moment, even beyond the moment... You are always further away—kissing him, loving him, even marrying him—all while he is... well, just... here.

His thumb drags indecently along your bottom soft, and the pull on your chin to keep looking at him is strong and fixed.

You proceed to grab his wrist, to get him to stop, to make this the last night, to bring it to an end, and your (his) bracelets ring with the movement. They glint slightly. A pleasant muffled clinking that, unknowingly to you, gives him a hard-on.

Because your bodies move until they, too, are brought together, the sheets begin to form bulges as they are brought together.

You are thinking about fighting him. To provide him with a broad spectrum of reasons why he is a jerk. To argue against his cruel ways. To downgrade his beliefs. To expose all of his lies—

But, yes... Wonbin has never lied to you. If there is one thing he never does, it is lie to you. Even in his pursuits, he is pragmatic.

And you are in this state... this state when you consider the end so near, just until he tightens his grip on your chin even more, and his black orbs intertwine with yours in a sadistic dance.

It takes you years to build up this courage, and it only takes him seconds to destroy it. 

And although his cards are all spread and open for you, you will never understand what he wants. Always so precalculated, firm, & rooted.

And so, of course, you can not comprehend such a mind because the moment he bites his lips, your questions begin to tingle.

That is how, instead of coming up with reasons and solutions to validate your feelings and make sense of the situation, your teeth clench as you imagine his lips and their taste of naked peach. Of course, you want them right under your ear. Of how you want them soft, then irritated as he gets the words rolling. And you begin to forget everything as you whimper and shake beneath him, his teeth raving with your neck.

“I think—” you interject. 

A “Mh-hmm” comes out muffled from the sloppy makouts with your throat, then his lips start climbing your neck.

“I,” you do your best to breathe, weakened and dumbed by the edges of his midnight hair that spill over his face in an attempt to reach you. His gaze is damned, riled, & his lips are roused from his attacks as he hovers above you.

“I think I—I want this to s-stop,” you eventually manage. Brows tying in anger with him... with yourself. In burning hums that bang on the door of his lashes.

But never… Never at his heart...

“Uh huh... I don’t think so,” Wonbin mocks, smirking. “Notice your body.” His hand reaches for the hem of your silk, gradually riding the fabric and feeling every inch of your awakened skin. “How you react,” he breathes.

And when his nose brushs against yours, you know you are about to collapse all over again. For an idiot. As an idiot... A tremor runs down your spine, followed by a series of sweet heart kicks... An absolute nothing.

Your cheeks are hot, shamed, and raged, and if he touches or kisses them, it will get worse.

... And Wonbin will. do. just. that—pushing your nerves into a corner and leaving you feverish and sweating. He is taunting and kissing your vulnerability for him. And, surprisingly, so, you are leaving him wanting more, inviting him back for another round, another loop of your lovley moans.

“Your shivers speak of anything other than what your angel mouth is letting on,” he says, his teeth peaking in an evil half-smile-half-bite inches from you. “You know, you”

Yes, you know...

“are,” Wonbin’s lips ghost along yours; “soooo,” his mouth gapes; “bad,” the tip of his tongue tases to subdue you; “for lying. You know what the consequences of lying are?”

Oh, you are so about to lose all over again.

His body is hot against yours,

as your “reasonably ” made-up lies are washed away by his truth, no matter how ugly it is. Your stifled moans & the clink of your bracelets make him dizzy.

© 𝟭-𝟰𝟵. do not copy, translate, repost, and modify my works.

[nnight-dances]

LOVE 119

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: FLUFF (!!!) with a hint of angst

TROPES: established relationship with age gap, just silly boyfriend girlfriend things because i was in a silly mood, cooking slander, cute lovesick shit.

NOTE: my debut riize fic!!! i know i said i wasn't going to write anything before the vernon fic but guys you have to believe me when i say this fic basically wrote itself. enjoy my wonbin brainrot that was born because i'm scared of getting older but it is what is is, and the way i cope is to write it <3 let me know what you think, ily!

It was never not going to feel weird to you, to have a boyfriend who was younger than you. Forget that Wonbin was only born a year after you, you couldn't shake the weirdness off because you'd never done it before. All of your relationships had been with men older than you, sometimes by outrageous numbers but never so much that they would find a way to abuse their age with you. So why was it that when you'd lay eyes on your current boyfriend and feel a rush of excitement, it made you coil up… like you were doing something wrong?

"You wanna get Wendy's for dinner?" Wonbin asks you, lying upside down on your bed, your white sheets enveloping him and emphasizing his soft edges all over. You blink at him, not meaning to ignore him but ending up leaving his question unanswered when your thoughts pull you back into your head–

It wasn't even like he acted younger. If anything, he was adamant to keep up his tough exterior in front of you most days, only breaking down into the soft romantic he was when you'd show him your own vulnerable sides. In fact, people who knew you were often shocked to find that you were the older one in the equation, eyeing both Wonbin's height advantage and your knack for acting the tantrum-thrower. So, why did you feel this storm brewing in your gut anyway?

"Babe?" Wonbin sits up when you keep staring into space, brows rising in concern, "You good, darling?" The worried tone your boyfriend's questions carry do right to bring you back to earth and you cough in embarassment. Way to start acting your age, you scold yourself, standing up all too quickly. 

But brave the iron-deficient darkness that spots your vision for a moment to declare, "No, no more Wendy's. It's too…" you pause, giving yourself a chance to think over your words, "unhealthy. We should look at what we eat."

Really? You were gonna go for the stubborn mom approach? 

If there was ever a window for you to take back your words, it was definitely closed now because Wonbin's grinning mischeviously, not quite sure what you were acting out about but enjoying the consequences nonetheless. He rolls over, not a minute's thought to the way his hair was sticking every which way. 

"So, what? You're gonna cook us dinner or something?" Wonbin's classic indifference lilts his words but his eyes are sparkling with the possibility of seeing a new side of you.

You cross your arms, a poorly-masked sigh leaving you, "I… will."

With that, you swerve out of your bedroom and pace toward the kitchen, appalled at the situation you were getting yourself into. It was no secret that while you were self-sufficient in most aspects of your life, cooking was far from one of your most-accomplished skills. But that didn't mean you were a complete disaster. 

You take a deep breath as you survey the ingredients in your fridge, brain working over-time to come up with a recipe that could be your dinner for the day. 

"I'd love some rice and vegetable stir-fry–" Wonbin's cheeky comment stops halfway when he sees your glare but the boy is having too much fun because he continues with a wink, "Please?"

"As funny as you are," you turn back around to the fridge, a plan forming in your mind, "I'm not taking orders today, sorry. And thanks to my limited inventory, tonight's dish is–" You set a carton of eggs on the counter with a sweet smile, "Omurice."

Wonbin's grin falls, right from his eyes when he looks at the counter as you start preparing rice and warm up the pan for the dish. "What? It's dinner time, Y/N!" he complains, "and plus, even if omurice was considered dinner in another world, it'd be for kids."

You gasp dramatically at this words but don't pay his words any attention. You hadn't planned to bring out the pouty boy leaning over the counter, frowning at your every unbothered move, but you can't say you're not enjoying it. And what's better is that you know for a fact that your omurice is your best chance at impressing your boyfriend with your cooking skills.

"Wonbin, trust me, you're not gonna regret sticking around for this omurice," you tell him over your shoulder, expertly sliding the eggs around on the pan, "I made this all the time back in my study abroad days in Japan. I learnt from the best."

This meets Wonbin by surprise, "You studied abroad in Japan? What the hell?"

You laugh, "It was a long time ago and only for a year. Not the most interesting thing about me either."

"That's crazy," Wonbin thinks out loud, "I wish I'd studied abroad."

"Why didn't you?"

"I hate travelling, especially for that short of a time. And I hate making new friends so I decided against wasting my energy."

You nod, "Fair enough. Plus," you spin around to grab two plates from the counter, "If you'd gone, I would've never met you when I did."

Wonbin watches you hard at word, chin on his palm, "I guess you're right. I would've been off-campus for junior year and by the time I'd get back, you would've graduated."

"Scary thought," you muse as you get started on the fried rice beside the omelette that you let cook for just a little.

"Not really, I'm sure we would've met either way," Wonbin says with a conviction that has you turning around with an inquistive look. He shrugs at your teasing look, "What? I think it's lame to think we met just by chance."

"Of course it was," you laugh, "I ran into you and spilled my coffee all over you. Babe, that's literally the definition of a chance encounter. I could've ran into anyone else, or maybe you could've never been there waiting for Sungchan."

You're staring on the ketchup decoration when Wonbin responds, "But you didn't. That's exactly it. There was a chance for all of those other things happening, all at random, but you ran into me. I think that has to mean something."

You can't conceal the goofy grin that spills across your lips when you meet Wonbin's expression of absolute gravity. He's so serious about insisting that you were meant to be and it has your heart melting. "You're cute," you sigh, presenting him with your finished products. He's distracted from the conversation when he catches the sight before him.

"Woah," he lets out, looking at you in shock, "Y/N, this looks amazing."

"Wait till you taste it," you pat his cheek, pulling him along to the makeshift dining table you'd set up recently, with a good view of both the huge window across the room and the television in your living room. 

"That's so good," Wonbin groans, speaking with his mouth full, "I'm sorry I doubted your skills, this is the best thing I've tasted."

You laugh, ears redenning at his flattery but relishing the way he can't seem to stop eating the warm dish. "I'm glad you like it," you take a bite yourself, satisfied that you hadn't lost your touch along the years. 

"Insane. I didn't know my girlfriend was hiding her inner cook all this time," he comments, smiling when he's done eating, "What else am I going to find out about you? You weren't in a gang or something before I met you, right?"

"Hold your horses, boy," you shush him, taking his plate to the sink, "You'll find out all my secrets with time."

You're running the plates under water to let them soak up some moisture when you feel your boyfriend's arms around your waist. "Wonbin?" you echo.

The boy's nose settles in the crook of your neck, stealing some of the warmth that rushes there at the contact. "Thank you," he mumbles into your back, "You're so cool. I want to be with you forever."

You choke over your own hitched breath, "You can't just say that!" 

"Sorry," his tone tells you he's not a bit sorry, "I'm just so happy whenever I'm with you. That's why I can't imagine a world where I'm not with you. Right here, holding you while you take care of me."

"If you're trying to kill me, it's really working," you sigh out with hot cheeks, barely managing to finish washing the dishes with all the sickly sweet confessions that are basically oozing out of Wonbin. He laughs a low laugh, kissing your ear as he pulls away. 

Your head feels light, heartbeat irregular because somehow, like always, Wonbin knows exactly what to say. Even if you hadn't voiced your worries out loud, his words were the perfect antidote to the baseless worries you were entertaining earlier. He was so gentle, the way he was reassuring that you weren't the only baby in this relationship, after all, you did your part in looking after him. 

"Tell me," you walk up to him, wrapping yourself around his torso this time, face propped up against his chest to look up at him, "It's your turn to share a secret with me."

"Hmm," Wonbin hums thoughtfully, slowly steering both of your bodies toward the bedroom, closing the door behind him, "I don't know… How about the fact that I was in squash club?"

"You were?" 

"Yeah, I loved it. I went to every single practice when I was a freshamn, even in the middle of the week, because it got my mind off everything," he says quietly, "It was the only place where I could forget trying to be likeable. I didn't have to make friends, just had to be good at the game."

"And were you?" you ask, knowing the answer to the question. 

"Yeah, I think so. That's probably why they wanted to make me captain of the club in sophomore year."

"Oooh, that's amazing. Now it makes sense why your quads are so built," you grin into his skin when he plops both of you onto the bed, "But wait, I don't remember you being captain when I met you?"

"That's because I didn't take the offer. I knew I would have my hands full in junior year and I hate doing things half-heartedly," Wonbin's eyes take on a distant look, but you can tell he doesn't regret his choice a bit. It was his choice, after all. 

"Ah, that's a good policy to have," you kiss his cheek, "Thank you for telling me."

Wonbin's lips lift up in a small smile at your comment, nodding in acknowledgment. "Now… are you gonna tell me what was on your mind earlier today?"

You freeze at his keen observation, averting your gaze in an attempt to skirt it, "I– It was nothing. Just stupid stuff. I'm over it though, so don't worry about it."

"I wouldn't worry about it if you looked in my eye while you said that," your boyfriend catches you again, firm arm bringing you closer to him, "Come on, sweet, let me in. What's wrong?"

You sigh in defeat. "You're too smart. And if you must know, I was just overthinking our age gap."

"Age gap? You mean that I was born 9 months after you?"

You glare at him, "Okay, I don't appreciate your fact-based attacks on my weaknesses. And an age gap is an age gap. It's my first time being with someone younger."

"So it's natural to feel weird," he completes your thought for you, "But you've always been so chill about it, what made this come up?"

"Not sure," you wonder yourself, "I've been feeling older recently. Even though my birthday was a month ago. I don't know, I feel like I'm not responsible enough sometimes, especially with you– I don't want to make you do everything."

"You don't," Wonbin brushes a thumb against your cheek. "You're always checking up on me, Y/N. And you're the one who made sure we were always communicating with each other, even about the small things. I think you'd pass the old soul check any day."

You chuckle softly at your boyfriend's reassurance, "You're not wrong. But you're sure I'm… enough?"

Wonbin frowns at your concern, "Hey, now that's a bigger issue than our age gap. Of course– You're more than enough, Y/N. Did you not hear me earlier? I can't imagine not being with you. That means, I can't imagine living without you. I'm like the luckiest guy to have managed to get you in bed with me. I'm serious, you turned my life around when you ruined my favorite shirt that day–"

"And I've apologized endlessly about it–"

"You're the reason I'm not a loner, following Sungchan around all the time because he's the only one who doesn't think of me as a stuck-up idiot. I love you so much."

"Okay, okay, I think I get it," you stop him, hand on your chest when he keeps snuggling closer, lips a breath away from your skin. "I'm not thinking those thoughts anymore, babe. I know you love me. I love you, too."

"Good," he pecks your nose, "But I have to say, you're hot when your older side comes out. Watching you cook me dinner was an experience I'm not forgetting anytime soon."

"I guess I better do it more then," you tease him, fingers running through his soft hair, "I'll go on a grocery run later this week. Cook you that stir-fry you wanted, huh?"

"If you're trying to get into my pants right now, congrats, you've made it," Wonbin laughs, cheeks warm at your bold promise. "But yes please, and can I come grocery shopping with you?"

"Sure you won't get bored? Grocery shopping is a boring adult chore, you know–"

"Okay, I don't think you're allowed to use your age to belittle me–"

"Or what? You're gonna get mad at me?"

"I hate you– I'm gonna go home if you're gonna–"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, babe, come back!" 

[idk-thisistoomuchpressure]

Will you call me to tell me you're alright? p.5

Idol : Wonbin (RIIZE)

He stays for two days.

Not long. Just enough time to prove to yourself that he’s still real. Not just a voice in your phone or a name that lights up your notifications.

You don’t do anything special. He doesn't ask to. He just fits himself into your days like he never left—sits across from you at the diner, takes quiet walks beside you without needing to fill the silence. You find yourself laughing. Not a lot, but enough to remember what it felt like to laugh without faking it.

He doesn’t ask about the hotel. But you catch the way he looks at your name tag tossed on the table. And the way his smile falters when you talk about your shift like it’s nothing.

The truth is: you’re tired. Of being here. Of being you, lately.

You don’t say it out loud, but it clings to you like static.

You wake up most mornings with your chest already heavy. You move through the world like you’re apologizing for taking up space. And when people ask how you’re doing, you lie without even thinking. “Good. Just tired.” Always tired.

You tried. You really did. College was supposed to be a new start. A bigger version of yourself. But instead, it cracked you open. You failed—quietly, then loudly. You came home ashamed, empty-handed, and unsure of how to keep trying.

Meanwhile, he’s living out his dream. Or at least, the version of it the world gets to see.

You’re proud of him. Of course you are. But sometimes, when you watch his stage clips or hear his voice in interviews, it feels like watching someone you used to know.

Someone who used to mop café floors with you and sing into whipped cream canisters like a mic. Someone who would sit on the sidewalk outside after closing and talk about the future like it was a movie you’d both get to star in.

You still like him. You probably always will.

But the boy you liked back then—the one who laughed at your terrible music taste and always ordered too much sugar in his coffee—that boy… you could have loved him fully.

This version of him? The one who doesn’t belong in this town anymore, who’s grown taller in the silence between your last hug and this one?

You don’t know how to reach him the same way. And you’re not sure you want to.

On his last night, you walk him to the station.

The train’s late, which feels like mercy. The two of you sit on a bench that smells like rust and dust and time, and say almost nothing.

He leans back, hands in his lap. “You ever think about how different we are now?”

You nod slowly. “All the time.”

He looks over at you. “Do you think we missed it? Our moment?”

You don't answer right away. You look down at your shoes.

“I think the people we were… they could’ve worked. They might’ve had something.” You swallow hard. “But those two people don’t exist anymore.”

He nods, and the way he exhales tells you he already knew that too.

You stand in silence as the train finally pulls in. He steps forward, then turns back.

He pulls something folded from his pocket and presses it into your hand.

“Lyrics,” he says. “Some are trash. One’s kind of about you.”

You try to smile. It works, barely.

He reaches out, brushes your arm lightly. “Text me when you get home.”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Then you watch him go—again. And this time, it hurts a little less, because you’re not pretending anything. This time, you’re letting go the right way.

That night, you open the paper. The lyrics are scribbled, messy. Words scratched out and rewritten. Some you don’t understand.

But the one he said was about you reads:

“You were the place I felt safest. Even when I wasn’t yours.”

You fold it back up and put it in your drawer.

And for the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe it’s okay that not everything gets a perfect ending.

Some stories just need to be heard.

And some people only love each other in the version of the world where they never had to grow up.

[riecoeur]

after the show.

pairing — husband!wonbin x fem!reader

summary — you slip backstage at riize’s concert with a thermos of tea for wonbin’s tired voice, ready to surprise your husband after his final performance of the night. well, he comes offstage sweaty and buzzing, and despite the chaos, he’s all smiles and sweet confessions just for you, making you feel like the only person in his world.

warnings — none, just tooth-rotting fluff and a little teasing from the members.

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the air backstage is thick with energy, fans still screaming beyond the walls, staff darting around like they’ve got a million places to be. you’re tucked in a corner near riize’s dressing room, a thermos of honey-lemon tea warm in your hands, waiting for the perfect moment. wonbin’s been texting you all day about this show, his voice was already scratchy this morning, and you could tell he was pushing through.

so here you are, ready to surprise him after his last stage of the night, feeling a little giddy at the thought of seeing his face light up.

you’ve done this before.

snuck in with the staff’s blessing, badge clipped to your jacket, blending into the chaos. they know you by now, the quiet wife who shows up with something homemade and a smile just for their vocalist. the dressing room door swings open, and you peek inside. shotaro’s sprawled out, fanning himself with a magazine, sungchan’s chugging water like he’s run a marathon, eunseok’s stretching his arms with that cool-guy smirk. seunghan’s scrolling his phone, sohee’s peeling off his stage jacket, and anton’s sitting cross-legged, texting furiously, well probably texting his mom.

wonbin’s not there yet, he’s still out on stage, wrapping up the encore. you can hear the faint pulse of the music, the crowd losing it as riize gives their all one last time.

you set the thermos on a table and linger near the door, fiddling with the hem of your sweater, trying not to look too obvious. the boys haven’t noticed you yet, too caught up in their post-show haze, and you’re fine with that.

keeps the surprise intact.

then the door bangs open,

and there he is, park wonbin, stumbling in with that wild, post-stage energy, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, jacket half-unzipped, chest heaving. his eyes are bright, cheeks flushed, and he’s got the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, smile like he’s just conquered the world and can’t wait to tell you about it. the others cheer as he flops against the wall, catching his breath, but then he spots you, and that smile? it doubles, lighting up the whole damn room.

“jagi-ah?”

he says, voice rough and a little broken from singing his heart out. he’s across the floor before you can blink, all sweaty and warm and not caring one bit.

“you’re here?”

“surprise,” you say, holding up the thermos with a grin.

“brought tea for that voice of yours. you sound like you’ve been yelling at me all night.”

he laughs and god, that raspy, happy sound and grabs the thermos, but his eyes don’t leave yours.

“you didn’t have to do this,”

he says, soft, like it’s just you two in the middle of all this noise. his free hand finds yours, fingers lacing through like it’s second nature, and he’s so close you can feel the heat rolling off him.

“had to,” you say, brushing a damp strand of hair from his eyes.

“couldn’t let my husband lose his voice on me. and i wanted to see you up there, you were incredible.”

“gross, they’re doing it again,”

seunghan calls from the couch, smirking through a mouthful of chips he’s scavenged from somewhere. sungchan snorts, tossing a towel at him, and anton groans,

“can you not?”

wonbin rolls his eyes but doesn’t budge, just pulls you closer until his forehead’s almost touching yours.

“ignore them,”

he mutters, voice low, and then he leans in, all sweaty and grinning, trying to plant a kiss right on your lips.

“wonbin!”

you laugh, dodging just enough so he catches your cheek instead, his lips warm and a little salty.

“you’re a mess, go shower first!”

“don’t care,” he says, that smile still plastered on his face, eyes crinkling at the edges.

“been thinking about you all night. you were out there, right? saw you in the crowd, kept me going.”

your heart does a little somersault, he’s still got that shy edge, even after years together, and it kills you every time.

“front row,”

you admit, wiping a bead of sweat off his jaw with your sleeve.

“couldn’t miss it. you killed that last note…raspy and all.”

he ducks his head, blushing under the praise, and takes a sip of the tea, humming like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“this is perfect,” he says, looking at you over the rim.

“you’re perfect. how do you always know what i need?”

“wife instincts,”

you tease, and he laughs again, setting the thermos down so he can wrap both arms around you. he’s sticky and warm, but you don’t mind, not when he’s looking at you like you hung the moon.

“hey, hyung-nim and hyung-su-nim!”

shotaro calls, clapping his hands like he’s directing traffic.

“encore’s done, save the mushy stuff for home!”

the others snicker, sohee fake-gagging into his water bottle, but wonbin just groans, burying his face in your shoulder for a second.

“they’re the worst,”

he mumbles against your neck, breath tickling your skin. “sorry you have to deal with them too.”

“worth it for you,”

you say, running a hand through his damp hair, and he pulls back just enough to look at you really look at you like he’s memorizing every inch of your face.

“was so nervous out there,”

he admits, quieter now, like it’s a secret just for you.

“kept messing up in soundcheck, thinking I’d screw it up. then i saw you, and it was like… i don’t know. everything clicked.”

you tilt your head, surprised.

“you? nervous? you’ve done this a hundred times.”

“yeah, but it’s different with you,” he says, chewing his lip a little, that shy side peeking through.

“feels like i’ve gotta get it right, maybe show off a little, you know? you’re my good luck, y/n.”

your chest tightens, warmth spreading through you, and you can’t help but smile.

“bin-ah,” you say, soft, “you don’t need luck, you’re already amazing. i’m just here to cheer you on.”

he opens his mouth to argue, but eunseok cuts in,

“binnie, drink the tea and stop staring, y/n not going anywhere!”

the room erupts again, anton hiding his face like he’s mortified, and wonbin huffs, but he grabs the thermos anyway, taking another long sip.

“thanks for this,”

he says after a beat, setting it down and tugging you into a proper hug with arms tight, chin resting on your head.

“and for being here. means more than you know.”

“anytime,”

you murmur into his chest, feeling his heartbeat through the damp fabric of his shirt. then he’s pulling back, that grin back in full force, and before you can stop him, he leans in again, this time landing a quick, sweaty kiss right on your lips.

“bin-ah!”

you laugh, swatting at him as he pulls away, still beaming like he’s won something bigger than the show.

“you’re disgusting, hurry go clean up!”

“love you too,” he says, winking, and the boys groan in unison, seunghan yelling,

“we get it, you’re married!” but wonbin doesn’t care because he’s too busy looking at you, all sweaty and gross and perfect.

“shower,”

you insist, pushing him toward the bathroom door, but he grabs your hand one more time, squeezing it.

“wait for me?” he asks, voice softer now, eyes searching yours.

“always,”

you say, and he nods, finally letting go but not before stealing one more glance over his shoulder as he heads off, that huge, goofy smile still lighting up his face.

you sink into a chair, thermos cradled in your lap, watching the boys bicker and wind down around you. sungchan’s teasing sohee about missing a dance step, shotaro’s raiding the snack table, and anton’s finally put his phone down to join the chaos. it’s loud and messy and familiar, but all you can think about is wonbin of how he’ll be back soon, all cleaned up and still buzzing, probably pulling you into his arms the second he’s out.

and when he does, his hair wet, fresh shirt clinging to his shoulders, that smile still there he flops down beside you, arm slinging over your shoulders like it’s where it belongs.

“next time,” he whispers, lips brushing your ear, “i’m singing just for you. pick a song, okay?”

“deal,” you whisper back, leaning into him, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world, his y/n, always and forever be his y/n.

🪿 rie’s note — hey loves! this one’s for the wonbin stans who want that real, heart-fluttering connection, i’ve poured so much sweetness into this to make you feel like ‘his’ y/n. if you’d like more riize oneshot like this, just let me know wherever you’d like. i’d love to keep it going!

[dailylcy]

A DIFFERENT EQUATION - an anton lee oneshot

이찬영 “ ”the right side of my neck, still smells like you”

⊹₊⟡⋆ pairing. nerd!anton x popular girl!reader MINORS DNI

genre. smut 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀 word count. 1.4k — a/n. first post of best month of the year!! ( bini seokie n toni bday month ) :3 ( also this is my first time writing smut pls forgive if its not that good i tried my best ) playlist i listened to while writing. playlist

synopsis. Anton Lee is a quiet genius, he’s probably more comfortable with equations than people — until the popular girl from his math class asks him for tutoring. What starts as a study session quickly turns into something else, proving that even the shyest nerds know how to take control.

warnings. unprotected sex‎ ( dont!! ), anton got a size kink, fingering in semi public ? tell me if i missed anything

the library was quiet, all you could hear was the faint rustle of pages and the occasional cough echoing through the room. Anton Lee —also known as Lee Chanyoung to those who cared enough — sat next to a table at the back, his nose buried in a thick calculus textbook. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, the part you couldn’t see was beneath the hood of his oversized gray sweatshirt. glasses on his nose, slipping slightly as he scribbled equations in his notebook, his long, slender fingers moving with precision. He wore loose black jeans, the ends brushing against his sneakers, and a faint flush colored his cheeks from the hot air. At 6’2, he towered over most people when standing, but seated like this, he seemed almost normal — a nerd in his natural state .

The faint scent of old books and polished wood filled the space, the late afternoon sun streaming through tall windows and casting golden streaks across the floor. Anton barely even noticed the world around him, lost in numbers and formulas, until a shadow fell over his page. He glanced up, and nearly dropped his pencil. it was you, the popular girl everyone whispered about since you joined — confident, smiley, and completely out of his league. Your hair was styled in loose waves, framing your face, and you wore a fitted crop top that hugged your curves, paired with a short pleated skirt that moved a little everytime you shifted your weight. The faint shimmer of lipgloss caught the light, and your presence always carried a subtle floral scent that cut through the musty library air.

“Hey, Anton” you said, your voice smooth and casual, like you hadn’t just flipped his entire world upside down by knowing his name. You leaned against the table, your hip brushing the edge of it, and he swallowed hard, his eyes darting to where your skirt rode up slightly, revealing some of your thigh. “I heard you’re like, a genius at math. and I’m totallyyyy failing calculus, so I thought I could use some help. You free?”

Anton’s mouth went dry. He pushed his glasses up, stuttering, he said “Uh, y-yeah, I mean, sure. I can help, I will help you.” His gaze lingered on you, your size difference even more apparent now that you were so close — he could see the way your body curved close up, how small you looked compared to him, and it sparked something deep in his chest. It was his kink that he’d never admit out loud, but it was there.

You slid into the chair beside him, scooting close enough that your knee brushed his under the table. “Great” you said, pulling out your textbook and flipping it open. “Let’s start with this chapter. I don’t get any of it!” Your tone was light, but there was something in your eyes that made his stomach twist.

He nodded, trying to focus as he Explained derivatives to you, his voice soft as always. But then your hand rested on his thigh — just a light touch at first, fingers brushing over the fabric of his jeans. He froze mid-sentence, his breath hitching. “Keep going” you whispered, your lips curving into a smirk as your hand slid higher, teasing him slowly. Anton’s heart pounding, his composure cracking as heat flooded his system. He glanced around — nobody was near you two, the stacks of books shielding you both from view — and then back at you, your gaze locked on his, daring him.

His hand trembled as it found your knee, sliding up your bare thigh until his fingers brushed the hem of your skirt. You didn’t flinch, not even once, instead, you parted your legs slightly, like an invitation he couldn’t ignore. “You’re gonna get us caught” he whispered, voice rougher than he intended, but he didn’t stop. His fingers slipped under your skirt, tracing the edge of your panties before pushing them aside. You were already wet, and he bit his lip hard to stifle a groan as he slid one finger inside you, then two, amazed at how tight you felt around him.

Your breath hitched, but you masked it with a cough, leaning forward as if studying the book. Anton’s free hand gripped the table’s edge, his knuckles white, while his other hand worked you slowly, his thumb circling around your clit with a precision that mirrored his math skills. The contrast drove him wild — your small frame squirming against his big one, the way you fit so perfectly around his fingers. “Anton” you whispered, voice shaky, “faster.” He listened immediately, his movements growing more intense, the slick sound barely audible over the library’s hum. Your hand clamped over your mouth as you came, thighs trembling, and he watched your face, mesmerized, as you unraveled for him.

“C’mon” he muttered, pulling his hand back and wiping it discreetly on his jeans. “My dorm. Now.” His tone left no room for argument, the shy nerd was now replaced by something hungrier. You nodded, grabbing your bag, and followed him out, panties full with your own release. the air between you filling with unspoken need.

Anton’s dorm was a small, cluttered space on the third floor of the campus residence hall. Posters of rock bands and a periodic table all over the walls, books stacked neatly on the desk. The bed was unmade, sheets tangled, and the faint scent of his cologne — something woody and clean — He locked the door behind you, turning to face you with a look that made your knees weak. That nerdy boy from your math class was long gone ; this Anton was all sharp with quiet intensity, where was he hiding all this?

He stepped closer, towering over you, and cupped your face with his hands -that you thought were bigger than your head- “You’re so fucking small” he muttered, almost to himself, his thumb brushing your lower lip. Then he kissed you — hard, messy, all teeth and tongue, like he’d been starving for it. You stumbled back toward the bed, and he followed your steps, taking off his sweatshirt to reveal a broad frame, his t-shirt clinging to his biceps.

He pushed you onto the mattress, climbing over you, his weight pressing you down as he yanked your skirt up and panties off in one swift move. “Been thinking about this, for so damn long” he admitted, voice low, undoing his jeans buttons with shaky hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and intimidatingly long — and you gasped softly, feeding that size kink he couldn’t hide. He didn’t bother with a condom, neither of you cared right then.

Anton lined himself up, the tip brushing your soaked entrance, and started thrusting into you, groaning loud as your pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight for me” he said, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. He set a brutal pace, fastening it each time he thrusted into you, the bed creaking under his force. Your legs wrapped around his waist, but he still loomed over you, his broad shoulders and height making you feel tiny, helpless beneath him.

Sweat showed on his forehead as he fucked you stupid — your moans turning into broken gasps, eyes rolling back as he hit every spot inside you. His glasses fogged up, slipping down his nose, and he took them off, tossing them aside without breaking sounds. “So good for me huh?” he panted, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast through your top, the other pinning your wrist above your head. The room filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and your whimpers.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your tummy, and yanked you up before slamming back in. “Look at you” he growled, “taking me like this.” His hand fisted your hair, tugging just enough to make you arch, and the new angle had you seeing stars. Cum dripped down your thighs — his and yours mixing in a sticky mess as he chased his release, fucking you through the overstimulation until he came spilling inside you with a choked moan. Thick ropes of cum coated your walls, some leaking out as he slowed, his chest heaving.

Anton collapsed beside you, both of you breathless, the thick air filled with sweat and sex. He glanced over, a shy smile tugging at his lips despite everything, and he muttered a “Uh… you okay?” The nerd was back, but the glint in his eye said he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

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[kaiyunsim]

80’s makeout session —

pairing : idol!anton x non-idol gn!reader

summary : you and your boyfriend, anton, haven’t seen eachother for a while so you and his members decide to surprise him (features wonbin + shotaro + seunghan)

warnings : fluff, making out, anton being lwk touch starved

a/n : first riize fic ! hope u guys enjoy :3 also i wrote this in like 30 mins so yeah !

— w/c : ~1k — not proof read ! —

anton was always a person who liked to show affection, even if it was embarrassing for him. his members would make it their mission to try and tease him as much as possible whenever you were mentioned.

it’s been a while since you’ve seen anton since he’s been busy with his group, preparing for their upcoming comeback. he’s been texting you over and over saying how much he misses you. if the members ever saw your conversations, they would never let him hear the end of it.

missing his contact as well, you decide to take a peak at his schedule and see he has a show soon. now wanting to surprise him, you contact wonbin and see if he’ll let you in backstage. after asking the company, he was actually able to get you a backstage ticket as staff.

you make it to the concert, walking into the backstage to meet up with wonbin. you got some snacks earlier as a thank you to him for letting you in without anton knowing. you see him waiting outside, leaning on the wall, trying to appear nonchalant. you found it funny.

“hey wonbin, thanks for letting me in” you thank him before handing him the package of snacks. you can see his nonchalantness leave him for a moment as he smiles at the food but as soon as he realized he puts the straight face back on.

“we should be thanking you,” wonbin argued, “anton wouldn’t stop talking about how much he missed you”

you giggle at his word but you aren’t surprised. after all, he would always text you about how he would miss you.

wonbin takes you to an empty preparation room before leaving you there to go and grab anton. after a short delay, the door creeks open to reveal the tall brachio boy in front of you who appears stunned that you are in front of him.

“y/n..?” he spurts out, mouth opened from not expecting anything. wonbin told him that there was a surprise here but anton thought he was kidding.

you open you arms reaching for a hug before he closes the door and runs over to give you one. “oh my fucking god i miss you so much,” anton mumbles into your shoulder, “we’re so busy with the comeback and tours”

“i know, but i’m here right now,” you reply with a smile, giggling after being able to see your boyfriend after so long. “i missed you too”

anton takes any remaining words out of your mouths with a much needed kiss with lots of feeling. you could tell he needed it and too be honest, you needed it as well. he leans into you, further deepening the kiss increasing both of your heart rates.

you pull out of the kiss, regaining your breath, “jesus, someone’s needy for some kisses,” you tease anton.

“of course i am, i haven’t seen you in forever. this is the best surprise the hyungs got” he smiles, giving you butterflies in you stomach. how can someone be so cute?

anton digs in for another kiss, this time you lean into him. you could tell he was all giggly cause his hands were on you waist keeping you from leaning in further.

“calm down there y/n,” he chuckled, his smile looking bigger than ever.

“okay then anton, whatever you say,” you roll your eyes but while you’re distracted he kisses you again.

the small sound of the door behind him opens up to shotaro, “the show is starting soon so get ready,” shotaro’s eyes slowly dart to you, “oh and hi y/n,” his voice softer and offering a wave before leaving to get his finishing touches done.

“you should leave and get pretty,” you joke, looking at his messed up makeup.

“you better be here after the show,” he says looking as cute as ever.

some more knocks are followed by that last statement, “hurry up anton, stop making out already,” it was likely the voice of seunghan.

anton flushes, “looks like i should go” he says as you give him a giggly nod. you know his hyungs are going to tease him for this but both of you think its all worth it.