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Synopsis: Y/n dreads sharing a beach house with Park Wonbin, the infuriating flirt she swears she hates. When her friends invite his group along to split costs, days of sun, sand, and petty rivalry follow. Caught between old grudges and a new, dangerous kind of chemistry, the two navigate a secret shift in their relationship over the course of one chaotic, end-of-semester trip—one that might not stay just a summer fling once they’re back in the city
The group chat was chaos.
Mina: beach house is $$$ we are actually broke
Jia: but i already bought 3 bikinis
You: return them
Jia: wow ur so anti-fun
You huffed, tossing your phone face down on your bed. End-of-semester beach trip, they said. It’ll be relaxing, they said. Somehow, the only thing you felt right now was a mix of anxiety and secondhand poverty.
Mina’s voice floated in from the desk where she was hunched over her laptop, tabs upon tabs open with photos of beach houses, price comparisons, and an ominous-looking spreadsheet.
“Okay,” she sighed, spinning her chair toward you. “If we get this place, it’s like… fifty dollars over budget per person.”
“Per person?” you deadpanned. “What are we renting, a castle?”
She swung the screen toward you; the listing showed floor-to-ceiling glass windows, a wraparound porch, a view of the ocean, and a hot tub.
“…Okay, it’s a really nice castle,” you admitted. “But still.”
Mina gnawed her bottom lip, then brightened like she’d just solved world hunger. “Actually, I might have a solution.”
You didn’t like the way she said that.
“What kind of solution?” you asked slowly.
She swiveled back to the laptop and clicked over to another tab—her messages. A chat with someone named Jihoon 🏄♂️ popped up.
“Mina,” you warned.
“So, Jihoon and his friends are planning an end-of-semester trip too,” she said, fingers flying over the keys. “They’re also broke. If we go together, we split the cost between more people. Boom, solved.”
From the floor, where Jia was lying on her stomach painting her toenails neon yellow, came a delighted gasp. “Co-ed beach trip? Say less. I’m in.”
“Of course you are,” you muttered.
Jia looked up, grinning. “What, do you hate fun and men?”
“Yes,” you replied without missing a beat. “Absolutely.”
Mina laughed. “Come on. It makes sense. We were gonna hang out with them anyway when we got back. This is just… combination hanging out. Economical hanging out.”
You frowned, trying to find solid ground under the wave of sudden change. “It’s supposed to be a girls’ trip,” you pointed out. “We planned this since, like, midterms. And now we’re just… adding a horde of loud boys into the mix?”
“They’re not a horde,” Mina protested. “There’s just five of them.”
“So a small horde,” you countered. “Also, is there even enough room? What if they’re disgusting and smelly and leave sand everywhere? What if they’re annoying? What if—”
“Oh my God,” Jia cut in, capping her nail polish. “Just say what you really mean.”
You crossed your arms. “I am.”
She and Mina exchanged the kind of look that said they’d been waiting for this.
Mina spun fully toward you, folding her arms to mirror your posture. “This isn’t about logistics,” she said. “This is about Park Wonbin.”
Your stomach dropped. “No, it’s not,” you lied immediately.
Jia laughed. “You just said boys like it was a slur.”
“That’s because he is included in ‘boys,’ and he’s basically a walking red flag,” you shot back. “Why would I willingly sign up to share a roof with Wonbin?”
Mina groaned. “You two don’t, like, actually hate each other.”
“Yes, we do,” you said at the same time Jia chimed in, “They definitely do.”
You pointed at Jia. “Thank you.”
“Babe,” Mina said, exasperated, “the most intense thing that’s ever happened between you two is him calling you ‘princess’ and you almost throwing your coffee at him.”
“First of all, I am the victim in that story,” you argued. “Second, he’s—he’s overconfident and annoying and flirts with anything that breathes. Including you two!” You gestured at them. “Why are you so excited to spend days trapped in a house with someone whose entire personality is being a menace?”
“Because he’s hot,” Jia replied instantly.
Mina snorted. “Okay but also he’s funny. And he’s Jihoon’s best friend, which means he’s vetted.”
“Vetted for what?” you said. “Being chaos incarnate?”
Mina sighed, softening her tone. “Look. Whatever this… thing is between you two, it doesn’t have an actual basis. You never could give me one concrete example.”
“He exists,” you said flatly. “Is that not enough?”
Jia threw a pillow at you. “You’re so dramatic. It’s not that serious. You talk about him like you’re writing an essay about idiots.’”
Heat crawled up your neck. “I do not.”
“You do,” Mina and Jia chorused.
Mina rolled closer and bumped your knee with her chair. “Be honest. He gets under your skin and you kind of… like having someone to spar with.”
You scoffed. “I like winning. Which I do. Often.”
Jia raised a brow. “You two are like… fifty-fifty at this point.”
The fact that she wasn’t entirely wrong pissed you off more.
Mina’s expression turned pleading. “It’s just a few days. You don’t even have to talk to him. You can pretend he doesn’t exist and enjoy the beach and the hot tub and not being broke.”
Your jaw tightened. A part of you wanted to dig your heels in, to prove them wrong about… whatever dumb theory they had about you and Wonbin. Another part of you imagined saying no and then listening to them complain about money for the next week.
You exhaled. “Fine.”
“Fine?” Mina repeated, eyes widening.
“As long as they say yes,” you clarified. “And as long as he doesn’t pull any of his usual crap. If he pisses me off, I’m dealing with him privately.”
Jia wiggled her brows. “Privately?”
“Not like that,” you snapped.
Mina’s grin was instant, blinding. “You won’t regret this.”
You already did.
~
They said yes.
Of course they did.
The beach house looked even better in person. The front porch wrapped almost all the way around, the salty air was thick and warm, and you could hear the ocean before you could see it—waves crashing in a soothing, relentless rhythm.
Your group’s car pulled in first. You stretched your cramped legs, shouldered your tote, and took a deep breath of sea air.
“Smell that?” Jia sighed happily, shading her eyes. “That’s the scent of freedom and bad decisions.”
“Smells like SPF fifty and sand in unfortunate places,” you muttered, but your lips twitched anyway.
You had just wrestled your suitcase out of the trunk when another car pulled into the driveway. Bass thumped faintly from within. Of course.
“Boys are here,” Mina sing-songed.
The car doors opened in succession. Jihoon, all sun-tousled hair and easy smile, waved as he stepped out. A couple of the other guys you vaguely recognized from campus spilled out after him.
Then he appeared.
Park Wonbin hopped out of the backseat like this was a commercial for summer, stretching with a groan that lifted his already-too-short T-shirt to flash a strip of tan skin. His hair was pushed back by a pair of sunglasses perched on his head. He slung a duffel over his shoulder like it weighed nothing.
The worst part was that Jia was right. He was stupidly attractive.
You schooled your face into neutral.
His gaze swept across the driveway, landing on you like it’d been looking for you in particular. His mouth curled.
“Aw,” he drawled, striding closer. “They let you come?”
You inhaled through your nose. “Unfortunately, no one enforced a minimum IQ requirement, so here you are.”
Behind you, Mina cleared her throat sharply.
Jihoon clapped a hand on Wonbin’s shoulder. “Play nice,” he murmured.
Mina slipped her arm through yours, voice low. “Remember what we talked about. Group morale. No banter.”
You bit back three separate comebacks. “He started it,” you said under your breath.
“Don’t care,” she whispered back. “If you murder him on day one, Jihoon’s going to be sad and I’ll be single forever.”
Wonbin’s brows rose as if he’d heard that last part. “I promise I won’t die,” he said easily. “Princess here doesn’t have it in her.”
Your eye twitched.
“Suitcases,” Mina said brightly, louder now. “Let’s get everything inside.”
You dragged yours up the steps, muttering, “If I push him down these stairs by accident, that’s not murder. That’s gravity.”
“Y/n,” Mina hissed.
“Fine,” you grumbled.
Inside, the house was cool and spacious, all wooden beams and big windows. You staked out a bedroom with Mina, unpacked just enough to feel like you weren’t living out of your bag, and changed into your bikini and an oversized T-shirt.
The others congregated in the living room, voices overlapping as everyone talked at once.
“Beach first?” Jihoon suggested.
“Beach first,” the group agreed.
You grabbed your book from your bag—a slightly battered paperback you’d been slowly savoring all semester—and tucked it protectively under your arm as you headed out.
The sand was hot under your feet, the early afternoon sun blazing overhead. Everyone scattered: some ran straight for the water with whoops and shouts, others started setting up towels and umbrellas.
You spread your towel a little distance from the chaos and lay down on your stomach, book propped in front of you. The familiar weight of it in your hands calmed you.
The noise of a volleyball game picking up further down the beach faded into background static as you lost yourself in the words.
You were just getting to a particularly devastating line when a shadow fell across the page.
“You know no one actually reads at the beach, right?” a voice said.
You didn’t even look up. “And yet, here I am, disproving your thesis.”
A low chuckle.
“Come on,” Wonbin said, dropping down in the sand near your towel without invitation. “You bring a book to the beach so everyone thinks you’re mysterious and deep while you stare off into the distance dramatically. You’re doing this all wrong.”
You turned a page deliberately. “Not everything is performative.”
“Says the girl who brought the thickest book she owns and placed it cover-up,” he pointed out.
Your eyes flicked to him, annoyed. “Maybe I like the cover.”
He tilted his head, studying you. There was something softer in his gaze that made your chest feel uncomfortably tight, so you looked away.
“So,” he continued, undeterred, “what are you reading that’s more interesting than inescapable fun with me?”
“You seriously want me to list all the things more interesting than you?” you asked. “We’d be here all day.”
He grinned. “Careful. You’re starting to sound jealous.”
You blinked. “Jealous… of what?”
He sprawled back on his elbows, sunglasses sliding down onto his nose. “Of how much everyone else likes me.”
A laugh burst out of you before you could stop it. You quickly turned it into a scoff. “Please. They’re just gullible. You turn on the charm and they forget you’re a bitch.”
“Or,” he said, voice taking on a teasing lilt, “they think you’re being a little extra about hating me for no real reason.”
A flare of heat licked at your cheeks. You sat up, closing your book. “I have reasons.”
“Name one that doesn’t sound made up,” he challenged.
You opened your mouth.
Silence.
He smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
Before you could respond, Mina’s voice called your name. You turned to see her and Jihoon waving frantically from the volleyball net.
“Swap out with us!” Jihoon shouted. “We need fresh legs!”
You shot Mina a look that said traitor. She mouthed please and made a heart with her hands.
“I’m reading,” you protested weakly.
“Come on,” Wonbin goaded, already getting to his feet. “What, afraid to lose to me again?”
“That implies I’ve ever lost to you,” you said, standing and brushing sand off your legs.
He walked backward toward the net, grinning. “There’s a first time for everything, princess.”
“Stop calling me that,” you snapped, following.
Mina and Jihoon jogged off the court, exchanging a relieved look.
“It’s like distracting two kids with a toy,” Mina muttered to Jihoon as they passed.
You pretended not to hear.
~
The game dragged on for longer than you expected. You forgot, briefly, that you were supposed to be avoiding Wonbin, caught up instead in the rhythm of serve, bump, set, spike. Sweat beaded on your skin, salt sticking to everything.
Wonbin, infuriatingly, was good. His serves were powerful, his reflexes quick. Every time he scored a point, he shot you a cocky grin across the net.
By the time someone finally declared a winning team, the sun had dipped lower in the sky, the light softening.
Of course, his team won.
“Losers,” Jihoon crowed, “go wet yourselves and get sand-bombed. We agreed.”
“Who agreed?” you demanded. “I didn’t agree.”
“You didn’t say no,” Mina sing-songed.
“This is peer pressure,” you muttered as you trudged toward the water, the other “losers” following.
The ocean was cool against your overheated skin. A few of your teammates dunked themselves fully, shrieking at the temperature.
You waded in up to your thighs, glaring murderously at the boys on shore gathering handfuls of sand.
“Don’t you dare,” you warned as you came back up the beach.
Wonbin, holding what looked like an actual bucket of sand, smiled sweetly. “Punishment builds character.”
Before you could escape, he upended the bucket over your head.
Sand rained down your hair, your back, into your bikini, everywhere.
You sputtered, blinking grit out of your lashes. “I hate you,” you informed him.
He laughed so hard he doubled over. “You look like a croquette.”
The others howled with laughter. Even you couldn’t help a disbelieving, half-strangled laugh once you realized how ridiculous you must look.
“You’re dead,” you said, wiping your face. “You know that, right?”
He only winked. “Worth it.”
~
By the time everyone trudged back to the house, the sky had turned pink and gold. You showered quickly, washing what felt like a pound of sand from your hair, then slipped into comfy shorts and a loose top.
The house’s porch was shaded, a faint breeze cutting through the warm air. You curled up on a chair outside, hair still damp, your beloved book in hand again.
The sliding door opened with a soft thud. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was.
“You know, if you sit in silence too long, you might start having thoughts,” Wonbin said, stepping out.
“I already have thoughts,” you replied dryly, eyes on the page. “That’s the problem.”
He leaned against the porch railing, looking out at the glimpse of ocean beyond the dunes. For a moment, he was quiet.
Then, “Jihoon says I’m not allowed to ‘provoke’ you.” He even did the air quotes.
You snorted. “Mina said the same. Something about ‘keeping group morale up.’”
“Apparently we’re exhausting,” he said.
“You are exhausting,” you corrected.
He glanced over, lips twitching. “See? That. Provocation.”
You closed the book with a finger marking your place and finally met his eyes. “You always have some criticism ready. It’s like a reflex. Maybe we just… don’t have compatible personalities. And that’s fine. I’m planning to pretend you don’t exist for the rest of the trip.”
You’d meant it to sound flippant, but the words came out firmer than you expected.
For a flicker of a second, something like disappointment crossed his face. It was gone almost immediately, replaced by his usual lazy amusement.
“Bold of you to assume you can ignore me,” he said lightly. “You’ll get bored and come running back for an argument. You’ll miss me.”
“In your dreams,” you shot back.
He pushed off the railing. “I have very interesting dreams,” he said casually, then slid the door open and disappeared inside.
You stared at the closed door long after he was gone.
Did you seek him out? You thought back—every party, every mutual hangout, every casual gathering. How often did you end up near him? How often did you launch the first barb?
You pressed your thumb harder into your book, annoyed at yourself.
It wasn’t that you liked the arguments. You liked… getting the last word. Putting him in his place. Right?
You reopened your book, determined not to think about it.
~
Dinner was loud and messy. Someone burned the garlic bread, but everyone ate it anyway. Afterward, you all migrated to the living room with drinks and snacks.
Games started: card games, drinking games, dares. Wonbin drifted in and out of your orbit, sometimes sitting across from you, sometimes ending up right beside you on the couch.
Every time your knees brushed, you pretended not to notice.
“Truth or drink,” Jihoon declared at one point, slamming a bottle down on the coffee table.
It devolved quickly.
“Who here would you hook up with?”
“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done drunk?”
“How many people have you kissed?”
You answered your share, deflected a few with sips, rolled your eyes a lot. Wonbin answered everything with almost infuriating ease, laughing his way through.
At one point, someone asked him, “Have you ever fallen for someone who hates your guts?”
The room ooohed.
He looked right at you when he answered.
“Not yet,” he said smoothly, taking a sip.
Your throat went dry. You looked away first.
Later, some of the group migrated out to the hot tub. You stayed inside, perched on the arm of an armchair, ostensibly scrolling on your phone but really just… watching.
You hated how often your gaze found him.
He was laughing at something Jihoon said, head thrown back, lips parted, eyes crinkling. He moved so easily, as if his body was made to occupy space like that. There was something magnetic about it, which you resented on principle.
He glanced over suddenly, catching your eye. You snapped your gaze back to your phone.
Smooth.
~
It was late by the time you finally peeled yourself away from the group and headed toward the hallway where the bedrooms were.
You were half-asleep on your feet when a shadow appeared at the end of the corridor.
You almost ran into him.
“Jesus—” you started, stopping short.
Wonbin leaned a shoulder against the wall, blocking your path just enough that you had to either brush past him or step back.
“I noticed you staring,” he said, tone lazy.
Your stomach plummeted. “What?”
“Earlier,” he clarified. “On the couch. By the hot tub door. You kept looking at me.”
You scrambled for logic and came up empty-handed. “I was… looking at everyone.”
He smiled, slow and knowing, like he could see right through you. “Sure.”
You grasped at indignation like a lifeline. “Not everything is about you,” you snapped.
He hummed, amused. “It kind of looked like it was.”
You opened your mouth, then closed it again. You genuinely didn’t have a solid reason, and that unsettled you more than you wanted to admit.
“It’s not what you think,” you managed finally.
“What do I think?” he asked softly.
You scowled. “That I want your attention or something.”
He shrugged, finally straightening up to give you space. “If the shoe fits.”
You shoved past him, heat prickling under your skin. “Go to bed, Wonbin.”
“Goodnight, princess,” he called after you.
You slammed your bedroom door harder than necessary.
Mina, already in bed, looked up from her phone. “Everything okay?”
“Fine,” you said, too quickly.
You lay down, staring at the ceiling.
Ignoring him was going to be harder than you thought.
~
The next day dawned bright and hot. You tried to blame the heat for how restless you felt.
Out on the sand again, you staked out your towel right next to Mina and Jia, determined to focus on the water, the sky, literally anything else.
Wonbin jogged by on his way to join another impromptu volleyball match, pausing for just a second.
His gaze skimmed over you from head to toe, lingering for a heartbeat longer than it should have.
“I like your swimsuit,” he said easily. “It’s my favorite color.”
The compliment landed like a pebble in a still pool, sending rings of awareness through you.
You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
He clucked his tongue. “Even when I’m being nice, you act like I’m about to bite you.”
“Force of habit,” you said coolly, reaching for your sunscreen. “You trained me well.”
He shook his head, smiling as he ran off. “Suit yourself.”
You watched him go, jaw tight.
“Y/n,” Jia said, sunglasses perched atop her head as she turned toward you. “He was being nice.”
“Exactly,” you said. “Which is suspicious.”
She laughed, flopping back down. “You exhaust me.”
You rolled your eyes and eventually wandered into the shallows with your friends. The waves lapped at your calves, the water sparkling around you. Further up the sand, the boys were mid-game again.
You tried to tune them out… and failed.
You found yourself watching Wonbin, tracking the way he moved, the easy power behind his spikes.
“Stop staring,” Mina murmured.
“I’m not,” you lied.
She gave you a look. You focused very intently on the water.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Wonbin go for a particularly ambitious hit. The ball flew up, catching the wind.
Too much power, wrong angle.
You followed its trajectory with growing dread.
“Oh no,” you breathed.
The ball arced perfectly toward the cluster of umbrellas where your towels and bags were spread out. And right in the middle of it all, lying face-up on your towel like a vulnerable sacrifice, was your book.
“No, no, no—” you splashed forward, but the ball had already landed, crashing into your things and sending sand spraying.
From the dunes, you saw Wonbin sprinting after it, feet pounding, sand flying. He skidded to a stop right on your towel.
Right on your book.
You watched in horror as his wet, sand-covered foot came down squarely on the paperback.
He froze, looking down.
You saw the exact second realization dawned on his face.
Mina grabbed your arm. “Don’t fight,” she said nervously. “It was an accident.”
But you were already pulling away, storming up the sand.
Your heart pounded, rage lighting up your nerves. You barely heard your friends calling after you.
Wonbin bent down and gingerly picked up the book, wincing at the bent cover and creased, dampened pages.
“I can fix it,” he started.
“Don’t touch it,” you snapped, snatching it from his hands.
He flinched at your tone. “It was an accident.”
You held the ruined book up between you like evidence. “You would’ve reacted the same if it were your stupid sunglasses.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it. “Okay, fair,” he admitted.
Your friends had caught up by then, hovering a few feet away.
“Guys,” Jihoon called out, half-laughing, half-worried. “Let’s not—”
“No one needs to see this,” you cut him off sharply, jabbing a finger at Wonbin. “We’re taking it inside.”
The group went quiet.
Wonbin blinked. “What?”
“You heard me,” you said, grabbing a handful of his hair at the back of his head and tugging.
He yelped. “Ow—okay, okay!”
You marched him up the beach, ignoring the disbelieving laughter and wolf-whistles behind you.
“You’re going to kill him,” Mina called out.
“He’ll be lucky if you ever see him walking again,” you threw over your shoulder.
Wonbin stumbled along, half-bent to relieve the pull on his scalp. “Is this really necessary?” he complained.
“Yes,” you said.
~
Inside, the air conditioning hit your heated skin, making you shiver. You shoved Wonbin toward the couch.
“Sit,” you ordered.
He flopped down, rubbing the back of his head with a wince. “You’re actually insane,” he muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“What are you going to do now?” he asked, leaning back and spreading his arms along the back of the couch. “You made this whole spectacle about teaching me a lesson. Might as well commit. As long as you don’t make me cry.”
You glared. “I want to hit you over the head, but you’d probably enjoy that.”
He grinned. “Depends how hard.”
You threw your hands up. “See? This is why I hate you.”
You stalked into the kitchen, leaving him confused—but not nearly as confused as you felt.
Your eyes landed on the fruit bowl.
Slowly, a plan formed.
When you came back, you were holding a lime and your phone.
He eyed the lime warily. “Please tell me that’s not going where I think it’s going.”
“You’re going to eat this,” you said, holding it up. “The whole thing. Rind and all. While I film it. If you spit it out, I pinch you... as hard as I want.”
He stared. “Are you in middle school?”
“My book is traumatized,” you retorted. “It deserves justice.”
He gestured at the bedraggled paperback on the coffee table. “You can still read it. It’s just a little… creased.”
“Say that again, and I’ll go cut up your swim trunks,” you threatened.
His eyes widened. “You’re bluffing.”
You took a step toward the hallway.
“Okay, okay,” he said quickly. “Jeez. So, me eating that would actually make you feel better?”
You considered it. “Yes.”
He sighed, grabbed the lime, and bit into it like it was an apple.
You hit record.
The first chew was immediate regret. His whole face contorted.
“Oh my God,” he choked. “This is so bad.”
“Keep going,” you said sternly.
He made an inhuman noise, but complied. Juice dripped down his chin; his eyes watered. You zoomed in mercilessly.
“If you spit it out, I’m pinching you,” you reminded him.
“Y-you’re a sadist,” he managed around a mouthful of citrus and peel.
You bit back a smile. “You ruined my book. Actions have consequences.”
He powered through the last bite like a man on a mission. When he finally swallowed, he collapsed back against the couch, grimacing like he’d just seen God.
You stopped recording.
“Happy?” he croaked.
You set your phone down and, almost without thinking, reached over to pat his head, fingers brushing through his damp hair.
He went very still.
“Yes,” you said simply.
Then you stood, grabbed your book, and headed toward the door.
“Wait,” he called after you, voice faintly hoarse. “You’re just… leaving?”
“You served your sentence,” you replied over your shoulder. “You’re free to go.”
~
When you stepped back onto the porch, the air seemed brighter somehow. You walked down the steps toward the sand where the others were still gathered in a loose circle.
A minute later, Wonbin emerged from the house, wiping at his mouth like he could scrub away the taste of citrus.
Everyone stared.
“What happened to you?” one of the guys blurted.
He glanced at you, something sparking in his eyes. “I apologized,” he said solemnly. “And I was forgiven.”
There was a chorus of disbelieving laughter.
Later, as the sun dipped and a cooler breeze rolled in, someone brought out more drinks. You all sprawled in deck chairs and on the porch steps, the sky shifting from orange to purple.
Stories began—about classes, professors, embarrassing moments from freshman year.
Inevitably, the lime incident came up.
“Tell it again,” Jia giggled, already tipsy. “I want to hear it from him.”
“Absolutely not,” Wonbin said.
“Yes,” the group countered.
He sighed dramatically. “Okay. So, I accidentally murdered her book with my foot. May it rest in peace.”
“It’s still alive,” you interjected.
He continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “And in a fit of righteous fury, she dragged me inside by the hair—”
“You deserved that,” you said.
“—and made me eat an entire lime, rind and all, on camera, under threat of violence.”
Mina choked on her drink, laughing. “You did what?”
“Show the video,” someone yelled.
You debated for a half-second, then shrugged and pulled it up, passing your phone around.
The porch erupted in screams and cackles as everyone watched his increasingly devastated expressions.
“You’re such a simp,” one of Wonbin’s friends declared between wheezes.
“You really ate the whole thing for her?” Jihoon added, incredulous.
Wonbin took a long swig from his cup, then flicked his eyes to you.
“You have no idea,” he said lightly.
Something in your stomach flipped.
“Y/n,” Jia teased, nudging you. “You look so pleased with yourself.”
You realized you were smiling.
“Because he deserved it,” you said quickly. “Not because—”
“Sure, sure,” she drawled.
You ignored the heat creeping up your neck and took a sip from your own drink.
~
Later, when the crowd started thinning—some people drifting to their rooms, others lying on the couches half-asleep—you headed to bed with Mina.
She changed into her pajamas as you sat on the edge of the bed, fingers picking at a loose thread on the comforter.
“Hey,” you said abruptly. “Do you think he’s… flirting with me?”
Mina paused mid-step. “Wonbin?”
You gave her a look. “No, the other boy I dragged inside by the hair today.”
She climbed into bed opposite you, facing you with interest. “I mean… yeah? I always kind of thought he was.”
You blinked. “What?”
She shrugged. “He only argues with you like that. He remembers everything you say. He knows exactly how to get under your skin. That’s not… nothing.”
You shook your head. “He just likes annoying people.”
“Maybe,” she said. “But don’t you ever feel like there’s… something else?”
Your mind flashed with the image of him looking at you when he’d answered that Truth or Drink question. The way he’d eaten the lime without really fighting back. The way he’d gone quiet for a second when you’d said you’d pretend he didn’t exist.
You swallowed.
“I’ve never even thought about him like that,” you lied.
Mina raised a skeptical brow. “Really? Not even once? He’s literally a campus heartthrob.”
You scoffed. “I have too much self-respect to fall for someone like him.”
She laughed. “You say that like you’re not obsessed with arguing with him.”
“I’m not obsessed,” you protested. “I’m… invested.”
“In what?” she asked gently.
You didn’t have an answer.
Mina sighed, a little dreamy. “I just think it would be cute, that’s all. If you and he actually liked each other, we could go on double dates with him and Jihoon.”
You groaned, flopping back. “I hate you so much right now.”
She turned off the lamp, plunging the room into soft darkness.
“Just think about it,” she murmured.
You stared at the ceiling again, this time with his face stubbornly occupying the space where your thoughts should’ve been.
~
The next morning, you woke up with the distinct feeling of having had a very important dream that you couldn’t quite remember.
It left you unsettled.
Mina’s words replayed in your head as you brushed your teeth, as you pulled on your swimsuit, as you tied your hair up.
If he didn’t like you, would he bother so much?
You thought about every time he’d sought you out. The way he lit up just a little bit more when you threw something back at him. How, even yesterday, when he’d clearly been worried about your wrath over the book, he’d still joked and fumbled his way through that stupid lime challenge.
If he truly didn’t care, he wouldn’t give you all that attention.
An idea slipped in, uninvited and unwelcome—and yet, once there, impossible to shake.
What if you tested it?
You stared at your reflection.
If you pushed, if you turned the tables, if you went as far as you could… would he still be there matching you? Or would he pull away and show you that you’d been right all along—that he was just an asshole who liked to play games?
You dried your hands and made a decision.
If he let you go all the way, you’d know.
And if he didn’t… well. Then at least you’d finally stop wondering.
~
The day unfolded like the one before it, but with one key difference.
You didn’t avoid him.
You sought him out.
At breakfast, you stole the last piece of toast off his plate just as he was reaching for it.
“Hey,” he said, eyebrows shooting up.
“You snooze, you lose,” you replied, biting into it.
His eyes narrowed. “Oh, we’re doing that today.”
“Doing what?” you asked innocently.
He studied you for a long beat, something sharp and curious in his gaze.
“Nothing,” he said at last, a slow grin spreading. “Game on, princess.”
On the beach, you splashed water at him first. When he retaliated, you only went harder, laughing as you ducked under the waves and popped up behind him to push him back down.
You chased him through the shallows, hooked your ankle around his to trip him, shoved him into the water when he least expected it.
He took it all, laughing, eyes bright, like this was the most fun he’d had in ages.
At one point, you climbed onto his back in the water, arms around his shoulders, pushing him under with a victorious whoop.
He surfaced, coughing, hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming down his face.
“You’re actually trying to kill me,” he accused, breathless.
“Maybe I am,” you said, heartbeat thudding oddly at how close your faces were.
He stilled for a fraction of a second, gaze flicking to your mouth and back.
Then he shook his head, swam away, and you followed, relentless.
You could tell he was trying to figure you out.
Good.
~
By mid-afternoon, he was flagging. Even you were starting to feel the burn in your limbs.
“I need a break,” he said finally, pushing wet hair back from his face. “I’m going inside for water before you drown me for real.”
“Coward,” you taunted.
He rolled his eyes, half-smiling, and headed up the beach toward the house.
You watched him go, chest tight with a mix of triumph and something you didn’t want to name.
Then you followed.
The kitchen was cool and bright when you stepped in, the buzz of the fridge loud in the quiet.
Wonbin stood by the counter, back to you, gulping from a bottle of water. He set it down with a sigh, bracing his hands on the countertop, head hanging for a moment like he was trying to pull himself together.
You leaned in the doorway, watching him.
He must’ve sensed you, because he spoke without turning around.
“If you came to drown me in the sink,” he said, voice a little rough, “you’re going to have to wait until I catch my breath.”
You pushed off the doorframe and padded into the kitchen, water still dripping from your hair onto the tile.
“Did you think I was done with you?” you asked softly.
He straightened and turned, eyes widening slightly when he saw how close you were.
“…Honestly?” he said. “Yeah. I was kind of hoping.”
There was a strain in his expression now, a tension in his shoulders. You noticed the way his fingers curled into the counter’s edge, the way his throat worked as he swallowed.
“What more could you possibly do to me today?” he asked, reaching absently for the fruit bowl. He picked up a lemon, holding it up as a joke, a crooked smile on his lips. “I’ll just go ahead and eat this if it means you’ll give me a break.”
You stared at him for a long moment, that same mix of amusement and something hotter pooling low in your stomach.
A laugh slipped out of you, surprised and genuine.
“You’re pathetic,” you said, stepping closer. “I didn’t expect you to give up so easily.”
His smile faltered, something raw flickering in his gaze.
“If you’re trying to give me a taste of my own medicine,” he said quietly, “you’re not playing fair at all.”
You tilted your head. “Unlike you, irking people isn’t really my thing,” you replied. “So I’m sorry if you don’t think it’s fair.”
Your apology didn’t sound very apologetic.
He studied you like he was memorizing you, eyes moving from your damp lashes to the droplets clinging to your collarbone.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s kind of what I’m afraid of.”
You felt something in the air between you shift, going denser, charged.
He was still holding the lemon.
It looked stupid between his fingers, bright yellow and harmless, like this was just another one of your stupid games.
Except it didn’t feel like a game anymore.
You could hear the faint thump of music through the walls, the muffled crash of waves outside. In here, though, it was just you and him and the hum of the fridge.
“You’re pathetic,” you repeated, softer now, watching the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed.
His hand tightened around the lemon until his knuckles paled. “And yet you still haven’t told me what this is,” he said quietly. “You flipped the script on me and didn’t give me a reason. Why?”
You swallowed, forcing yourself not to look away.
“Why don’t you tell me?” you countered. “You’re the one who’s always analyzing me, right? High and mighty princess, too proud for anyone. Isn’t that what you said?”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “You remember that?”
You scoffed. “Of course I do. You think I forget every little jab you throw?”
His gaze flicked over your face, lingering on your mouth. “No,” he said slowly. “I guess you don’t forget anything.”
Silence stretched between you, dense and prickly.
He set the lemon down with a dull thud and straightened, like he was bracing himself.
“Look,” he exhaled, “if this is you trying to get back at me for… whatever, congratulations. I’m officially off-balance.” A humorless little smile tugged at his lips. “You win. Again. So what now?”
You stepped into his space before you could overthink it.
Up close, he smelled like salt and sunscreen and something warmer underneath. His chest rose and fell a little too fast.
“Now,” you said, tilting your head, “I keep going until I figure you out.”
His voice dropped. “You think you don’t already know me?”
You searched his eyes. There was the usual teasing spark there, but underneath it… something else. Something you’d been carefully ignoring.
“I think,” you said slowly, “I know the version of you that likes pissing me off.”
“And?” he prompted, barely above a whisper.
“And I want to see what happens when I stop letting you hide behind that,” you finished.
His breath hitched.
For the first time since you’d met him, he didn’t have a comeback ready. No joke, no deflection, no smug little jab.
Just you, reflected back in his eyes, closer than you’d ever let yourself be.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” he said at last, voice rough. “All of this. The toast, the water, drowning me, dragging me around like I’m your personal punching bag—”
“You like it,” you cut in.
He huffed out an incredulous laugh. “That’s the problem.”
Heat crept up your neck. “So you admit it.”
He looked down at you, something resigned and fond and exasperated all tangled together.
“Y/n,” he said softly, and your stomach flipped at the way your name sounded in his mouth. “I’ve been admitting it in every stupid way except actually saying it out loud.”
Your heartbeat stuttered.
He let out a breath, almost like he was tired of holding something in.
“You’re right,” he said. “I do think you’re a high and mighty princess sometimes. You overthink everything. You act like liking anybody is… beneath you.” His mouth twisted. “And still, I keep ending up where you are. Every party, every group hang, every stupid beach game. I look for you first. Even when I know you’re just going to roll your eyes and insult me.”
Your fingers curled at your sides, suddenly unsteady.
“You’re not special,” you said, but it came out too thin.
He smiled faintly. “I don’t do this with anyone else.”
You hated how that landed in your chest.
“Then why make fun of me?” you demanded, clinging to the familiar ground of irritation. “Why call me princess and talk about my ‘personality’ like you’re writing a character study?”
He shrugged one shoulder, eyes never leaving yours. “Because if I didn’t, I’d end up flirting with you like everyone else does. And you’d hate that even more.”
You opened your mouth to argue—and stopped.
Would you?
Or was that just what you’d been telling yourself?
“Say something,” he murmured, a hint of nervousness finally bleeding through. “You’re freaking me out.”
You swallowed, throat dry.
“So,” you said carefully, “all the picking on me, all the stupid nicknames, all the times you went out of your way to get on my nerves—”
“Were me being a coward,” he cut in. “Because if I didn’t turn it into a joke, it was going to be obvious.”
“Obvious that you… what?”
He held your gaze, no more room to run.
“That I like you,” he said simply.
The words dropped between you, so plain and serious they didn’t feel real.
You forgot how to breathe for a second.
Something inside you that had been coiled tight for months—maybe years—snapped.
“Then why,” you said slowly, “do you keep acting like an asshole?”
He let out a strained laugh. “Because you respond to that. Because every time I tried to be normal around you, you’d look at me like I’d grown a second head. You only ever looked straight at me when we were fighting.”
That stung more than you wanted to admit.
You’d given him attention, sure. But only the kind fueled by indignation and pride.
And he’d taken it.
Every scrap.
You realized, abruptly, that you were still standing way too close, your bodies only inches apart, his damp skin a line of heat in front of you.
You realized you’d walked him all the way out here, into this quiet, empty kitchen, with some vague plan to “test” him—as if he hadn’t been showing you his answer this whole time.
You realized you weren’t actually sure, anymore, which one of you was the bigger coward.
Your voice came out smaller than you expected. “If I stop making it a joke… what then?”
He searched your face, and whatever he found there made his expression soften.
“Then,” he said, “you can stop pretending you hate me.”
You bristled on instinct. “I never said—”
He stepped closer, close enough that his chest brushed yours when he inhaled.
“You never had to,” he said quietly. “You act like you do. But you don’t avoid me. You don’t shut me down. You don’t walk away when you could.”
His hand lifted, hesitated, then settled very carefully at your hip, fingertips barely pressing into the damp fabric of your swimsuit.
You felt it like a brand.
“If you actually hated me,” he continued, “you wouldn’t be here right now.”
Your pulse roared in your ears.
A part of you wanted to shove him away, toss out some cutting remark, push everything back into the safe territory of banter.
Another part of you—annoyingly loud—wanted to see what happened if you didn’t.
You heard your own voice before you fully decided.
“What if I’m here to keep testing how far you’ll let me go?” you asked, low.
His grip at your hip tightened, just barely.
“Then I should probably tell you,” he murmured, “that you’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe I want to know if you’ll burn me,” you said.
He exhaled a shaky laugh. “You’re unreal.”
You lifted your chin, stubborn. “Are you going to stop me?”
His eyes darkened.
“No,” he admitted. “I’m not.”
That was all the permission you needed.
You slid your hand up, fingers finding the damp skin at the back of his neck. He shivered under your touch.
He was watching you so intently it made your stomach swoop.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” you lied, even as your thumb brushed the soft hair at his nape. “I’m just… curious.”
“Sure,” he said, voice gone rough. “Just curiosity.”
You hated how gentle he sounded. You hated how much you liked it.
“Say you’re not going to be weird about it,” you demanded, because control was the only thing you had left.
He huffed out a breath. “You’re about to do something reckless and I’m the one who can’t be weird?”
“Wonbin,” you warned.
His mouth curved. “Fine. I won’t be weird.”
He paused.
“Unless you want me to be,” he added under his breath.
You didn’t give yourself time to react to that.
You tugged him down and kissed him.
For a second, he just… froze.
You almost pulled back, panic clawing up your throat.
Then he exhaled a sound somewhere between a groan and your name, and everything tilted.
His hand at your hip tightened, dragging you flush against him. His other hand came up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your cheekbone as his mouth moved against yours like he’d been waiting for this for a long, long time.
Heat flared low in your stomach, sharp and intoxicating.
He kissed like he argued—confident, unyielding, intent on pushing you just that little bit further than you meant to go.
Except this time, you didn’t mind losing.
Your fingers knotted in the damp hair at the back of his head, holding him there as you deepened the kiss. He made another low sound that went straight through you.
You felt him smile against your mouth.
“Still pretending you hate me?” he murmured between breaths.
“Shut up,” you whispered, and kissed him again to make sure he did.
He obeyed, but his hand slid from your jaw down the line of your throat, lingering over the rapid flutter of your pulse like he was memorizing it.
You’d meant to keep control. You’d meant to test him.
Somehow, without you noticing, he’d taken over.
You broke away first, breathing hard, lips tingling. His forehead rested against yours, eyes closed like he was trying to steady himself.
You could feel the solid press of his body against yours, every line of him warm and real and entirely too much.
“Say something smug,” you managed, voice unsteady. “Get it over with.”
His lashes lifted. He looked at you like you’d put the sun in his hands and then told him not to drop it.
“I’m trying not to scare you off,” he said quietly. “For once.”
Your chest did something unhelpful.
“This doesn’t make us… anything,” you said, clinging to the last of your defenses. “We’re still—”
“Enemies?” he supplied, amused.
You scowled automatically. “I was going to say ‘not whatever you’re thinking.’”
He hummed, thumb tracing idle circles at your hip.
“I’m thinking,” he said slowly, “that you’re going to overthink this to death if I give you any room. So how about this.”
He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.
“For now,” he murmured, “we keep it between us. No labels. No big talks. Just you and me, seeing what happens when you stop pretending you don’t want me.”
You shivered.
“You’re very sure of yourself,” you said, but it came out breathless.
“Not really,” he admitted softly. “I’m just sure I’m not done with you yet.”
Your fingers tightened at the back of his neck.
“You’re insufferable,” you whispered.
His smile grazed your cheek.
“And yet,” he said, “you’re still holding on.”
You realized you were.
You didn’t let go.
~
You were still pressed up against the counter, his hand firm at your hip, your fingers tangled in his hair, when the sound of the front door opening sliced through the haze.
The two of you froze.
You heard the familiar tune of a song being hummed.
Jia.
You and Wonbin sprang apart so fast you almost slipped on the tile.
He caught your elbow on instinct, steadying you. You glared at him like this was his fault, which, to be fair, a good chunk of it was.
You yanked your T‑shirt from the back of a chair and shoved it over your head, trying to smooth your hair with shaking fingers. Your lips still tingled; you could feel his gaze flick down to them and dart away.
Jia rounded the corner a second later, sunglasses perched atop her head and a water bottle in hand.
She looked between the two of you, taking in your flushed faces, your slightly crooked shirt, Wonbin missing one entirely.
Her brows climbed. “What were you two doing?”
You opened your mouth. Nothing came out.
“Staring contest,” Wonbin blurted.
You turned to stare at him. Staring contest?
Jia blinked. “Staring contest.”
He snatched the forgotten lemon off the counter and held it up like a prop. “Yeah, we, uh… challenged each other. Loser gets this squirted in their eye.”
You wanted to die.
Jia’s gaze slid to you, suspicious. “Well, am I interrupting?”
You crossed your arms, willing your heartbeat to slow. “No,” you said, forcing an eye roll. “He’s just being dramatic because he lost and he’s scared.”
Wonbin nodded too fast. “So dramatic. I’m traumatized.”
Jia narrowed her eyes, then smirked. “You two are weird,” she said. “Anyway, are you coming back out? We’re about to start a card game and Mina’s trying to cheat already.”
“Yeah,” you said quickly. “Just… getting water.”
She shrugged and padded back toward the porch, humming under her breath.
The moment she disappeared, you rounded on Wonbin.
“‘Staring contest?” you hissed.
He winced, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I panicked.”
“You’re an idiot,” you muttered.
He smiled faintly, the edges still a little dazed. “You’re shaking,” he said quietly.
You realized your hands were still trembling. You smoothed out your shirt calmly. “It’s cold in here,” you lied.
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Right.”
From outside, someone shouted your name, followed by Mina’s whiney “Hurry uuuup!”
You took a step toward the door, putting space between you.
“We should go,” you said.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
You didn’t look at him as you slid the door open.
You felt his eyes on the back of your neck all the way out to the porch.
~
Back on the beach, it was like nothing had happened.
At least, that was how you were determined to act.
You plopped down on your towel, book in your lap, the text blurring as your mind replayed the last half hour on a loop.
The way his voice had gone quiet when he’d said I like you. The way he’d eaten the lime just because it made you happy. The way his hands had settled on you—not possessive, not cocky, just certain.
You’d come into this trip with the absolute conviction that he was an obnoxious flirt who cared more about reactions than people.
He had… not behaved like that.
You’d taunted him, tested him, tried to shake him. He’d let you drag him inside, let you punish him, let you push him around in the water. He’d confessed first. He’d tried, in his own backwards way, to make it less scary for you.
Unconventional methods, you thought, a little hysterical. But he got what he wanted.
He wanted you to take him seriously. And now, annoyingly, it was working.
You watched him from the corner of your eye as he mingled with the others—laughing at some joke from Jihoon, reaching for a drink, moving through the group with his usual easy charm.
Except now you could see all the ways his attention slid back to you, subtle as he thought he was being. A glance when someone mentioned your name. The way his smile shifted, softer, when your eyes accidentally met.
The new weight of those looks made your skin prickle.
You were hooked.
You didn’t want to be. You could feel your pride protesting, scrambling for excuses. You barely knew how to navigate people you liked normally, let alone someone you’d built an entire personality around disliking.
But the idea of this new version of him—of you and him—clung to you like salt.
Foreign. Fascinating.
Terrifying.
Throughout the evening, you both pretended.
Mina dragged you into a card game; you lost horribly and accused her of conspiring with Jihoon. Jia did a run to the kitchen for snacks and came back with enough junk food to feed a small army. Someone put on music, and there was a brief, chaotic attempt at a dance party in the living room.
Wonbin was never far, but never too close. He’d sit across the circle, leaning back against the couch, legs stretched out. He’d call you out when you tried to cheat, tease you when you lost, roll his eyes when you rolled yours.
On the surface, it was the same old script.
Underneath, everything had changed.
Every time your knees brushed under the low table, your heart jumped. Every time you glanced up and found him already looking, your stomach swooped.
He didn’t push. Didn’t corner you, didn’t say anything loaded in front of the others.
He just kept catching your gaze and holding it a second too long, the corners of his mouth softening like there was some shared joke hanging between you that no one else could see.
By the time people started drifting toward their rooms, the sky outside was ink‑dark and your head felt pleasantly fuzzy from sun and laughter and one too many drinks.
You yawned, stretching your arms over your head.
“I’m actually dead,” Jia groaned from the couch. “If I don’t sleep twelve hours, I’ll pass away.”
“You say that every night,” Mina said, but she sounded tired too.
You gathered your things—phone, book, a hoodie someone had abandoned—and headed toward the hallway.
You’d almost made it to your bedroom door when a hand appeared above your shoulder, pressing lightly against the wall just beside it.
You stopped short.
“Relax,” Wonbin said softly, stepping into the narrow space between you and the wall.
Your back was inches from the door; his chest was inches from yours. It felt like that kitchen all over again, but this time the hall was darker, quieter, the only light coming from the strip under the living room door.
Your pulse jumped.
“We’re in a hallway,” you hissed. “Anyone could see.”
He hummed. “That sounds familiar.”
You shot him a look. “Don’t start.”
He didn’t. Not with words, anyway.
His fingers brushed yours, just a ghost of a touch, then slid against your palm, offering. Without thinking, you let your hand fall into his. He squeezed once, like he couldn’t help it.
The simple contact made your throat go dry.
“Y/n,” he said quietly.
You hated how much warmer your name sounded from him now.
“What?” you whispered.
He leaned down, his breath brushing your ear. “I’d like to continue where we left off,” he murmured. “Before we were so rudely interrupted.”
Heat shot through you.
You fought to keep your voice steady. “You’re impatient.”
He laughed under his breath. “I’ve been patient for months.”
You stilled. “Months?”
He pulled back just enough for you to see his face. There was no smugness there, no joke. Just that open, slightly vulnerable look from the kitchen.
“Yeah,” he said simply. “You’re just finally letting me do something about it.”
Your heart did something traitorous.
You swallowed. “If we do this now, someone will catch us,” you said, trying to be rational. “Do you know how thin these walls are? If Mina walks in and sees—”
He cut you off with a tiny grin. “I can work something out.”
“That’s not comforting,” you muttered.
He squeezed your hand again, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Just… don’t fall asleep too early,” he said. “Okay?”
You gave him a flat look. “That’s your master plan?”
“For now.” His smile tilted, equal parts mischief and promise. “Trust me.”
You opened your mouth to tell him you absolutely did not trust him.
Instead, you heard yourself say, “Fine.”
His grin went feral.
“I won’t need that long,” he said.
The implication made your face heat. You slapped his chest lightly. “Be serious.”
“We’ll see,” he replied, and then he was backing away, disappearing down the hall with a soft, “Goodnight, princess,” tossed over his shoulder.
Your skin buzzed long after he was gone.
~
You’d barely had time to wash your face, brush your teeth, and pull on an oversized sleep shirt before Mina burst into the room, squealing.
You jumped, nearly stabbing your eye with your hairbrush.
“What?” you demanded.
Mina bounced onto the bed, clutching her phone like it was a winning lottery ticket.
“He texted me,” she half‑whispered, half‑screeched.
You blinked, heart lurching for reasons that had nothing to do with her. “Who?”
She gave you a look. “Jihoon, obviously.”
Of course. Jihoon, who shared a room with Wonbin.
Your pulse picked up for a completely different reason.
“What did he say?” you asked, trying to sound normal.
Mina thrust the phone at you. A message glowed on the screen:
Jihoon 🏄♂️: hey, you still awake? Jihoon 🏄♂️: come to my room? we can talk without everyone yelling over each other lol
Mina kicked her feet like a teenager in a drama. “Talk, he says,” she giggled. “Do you think he means… talk?”
You thought about Wonbin’s face in the hallway. I can work something out.
You swallowed a laugh that was half nerves. “Only one way to find out,” you said.
Mina flopped back dramatically. “But what if it’s weird? What if I go and he’s like, ‘So anyway, about this group project from freshman year—’”
“Mina,” you cut in gently. “You’ve been flirting for months. He’s not calling you in there to discuss academic policy.”
She covered her face with a pillow, muffling a scream. “I’m gonna throw up.”
“You are not,” you said, prying the pillow away. “You’re going to go in there, hang out, and if at any point you’re uncomfortable, you pretend you’re sleepy and leave. Simple.”
She peered up at you. “You really think I should go?”
Guilt and excitement warred in your chest.
Because you knew exactly why this invitation had materialized at this particular moment.
You also knew how badly Mina wanted this.
“Yes,” you said firmly. “Go.”
Mina squealed again, launched off the bed, and scrambled to fix her hair in the mirror.
“You’re a good friend,” she said, slapping on lip balm.
You forced a smile. “Obviously.”
When she finally squeezed you in a quick hug and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click, the silence that followed throbbed with anticipation.
You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the door.
He wouldn’t actually…
A knock sounded, barely a minute later.
You jumped.
“Y/n?” came the low voice from the other side.
You exhaled, heart hammering. “You’re insane,” you muttered, standing.
You cracked the door open just enough to see him. The hallway behind him was empty, dim.
Before you could get a single word of scolding out, he shouldered his way in, kicked the door shut with his heel, and his mouth was on yours.
All the arguments you’d been lining up evaporated.
He kissed you like he’d been thinking about it every second since the kitchen—no tentative testing this time, no caution. Just heat and relief and a kind of hungry determination that made your knees go weak.
You made a sound into his mouth, half protest, mostly something else.
“I was going to yell at you,” you mumbled when you managed to breathe.
He laughed against your lips. “You can yell at me later,” he said, already chasing another kiss. “I’ll even let you win.”
“You used my best friend as a distraction,” you accused, even as your hands were already fisting in his shirt.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and serious in the low light.
“Do you really think I’d set her up with some guy who wasn’t going to treat her right?” he asked softly. “I’m not the only one who’s been waiting.”
That shut you up.
He watched your expression flicker, something like understanding settling in.
Then his gaze dropped to your mouth again.
“Can we get back to the part where you were doing that thing with your hands?” he asked, voice going rough.
You huffed. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah,” he said. “You’re the one who decided you like me anyway.”
You hated how true that felt.
You grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him closer.
This time, nothing slowed you down.
Your fingers threaded through his hair, just like he had wanted, lips moving against his, rushed and heated. He made a disgruntled noise, pulling your waist toward him, leaving no space between you. Your bodies were hot and buzzing with a tension that was ready to tip over the edge.
Both of you stumbled backward, clumsily dropping onto the bed. Wonbin was quick to hoist you up, climbing over you while pulling your shirt clean off your body. He gave you no time to feel conscious of your nakedness, fingers cupping the swell of your breasts as his thigh slotted between your legs.
Something burned, low in the pit of your stomach. You arched your back into his touch, inviting him for more. His tongue slid over yours deliberately, making your toes curl. You dragged your mouth away just long enough to suck in a breath. He chased you, lips landing at the corner of your mouth, your cheek, the hinge of your jaw.
Your head fell back, a helpless sound escaping you as his mouth found a spot under your ear, teeth scraping lightly.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured against your skin. “You have no idea.”
“Prove it,” you breathed, voluntarily reaching to slip your underwear off.
“Fuck, y/n.”
Wonbin sat up just enough to take you in completely. A drunken expression washed over his face. His lips were glistening, eager hands tracing your thighs, trailing down your legs. He couldn’t decide what he wanted to do to you first. You could see the impatience in his eyes.
You felt it too.
He started by rolling his tongue over your nipples. They were hard and sensitive. He sucked and released them with a salacious pop, the sound making your head spin.
You sensed him moving away from you yet again, but this time you weren’t going to let it happen. You rose with him, fingers hooking into the hem of his shirt, urging him to shrug it off.
As his shirt fell to the floor, you kissed him hard, digging your palms into his firm shoulders.
“Pants too,” you followed.
In this moment, to you, he was absolutely irresistible.
He groaned in accordance and pushed his shorts down in one swift motion. You could see how uncomfortably tight his boxers looked. Your hands went there instantly, teasing, exploring.
Wonbin bit your lip in protest as he fell back over you. Feeling his weight on top of you made your heart hammer wildly in your chest.
Before you could think, the words rolled off your tongue like they had been sitting there forever.
“Fuck me. Now.”
The moisture between your legs was an indication enough that you were ready for him. And you knew exactly where he stood.
He fumbled with his boxers, and you gasped when his cock pulsed against your pussy. His eyes watched you carefully as he slowly entered you, fighting to remain focused the deeper his cock went.
It stole your breath away.
Your eyes rolled back, head falling slack against the pillow you were lying on.
He started slowly, hips moving steadily, as if he were savoring the feeling before he let greed take control.
You were so warm and so tight. Wonbin sucked in a sharp breath, speeding up ever so slightly.
He left a hand planted by your ear, the other cupping your neck, thumb sliding over your throat, where he felt the shallow reverberations of your quiet moans.
He leaned in closer, needing to hear more.
Maybe it was because you remembered where you were, or maybe because he was tapping into a part of your subconscious you never thought would surface, but Wonbin couldn’t stand that you were holding yourself back.
His hips jerked forward, the movement harsh.
“Fuck,” you exclaimed, and he did it again, the faintest smirk painting his parted lips.
His thumb traced your lip as he began fucking you harder. You let it slip into your mouth, sucking desperately. That only spurred him on further.
“Oh, princess,” he moaned, his pace unrelenting. He was pounding into you now. “You feel so good.”
Even though your mouth was occupied, urgent whines spilled from you. There was no stopping them.
Wonbin pulled his thumb away so that he could hear you unobstructed. Even you were shocked by just how loud you were. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had made you feel like this.
No one had come close.
“Say my name.”
You gave in, though it wasn’t easy, sputtering his name between labored breaths. It drove him mad. He didn’t want to hear anything else.
You felt his temple press against your cheek, a thin layer of sweat lining his skin. Your fingers curled into his hair, holding him close so that his hot breath tickled your neck.
He was close. Even if he finished now, he knew he wasn’t done with you yet. He needed more.
He was fast to pull out of you. Seconds later, his cum was dripping onto your stomach, warm and cloudy. His groans, deep and raspy, were invigorating.
Your chest rose and fell vehemently. He let his cock slide against your pussy, softer now, but still bold.
Wonbin turned you on your side and fell into place behind you, his strong chest pressed to your back. Instinctively, you bent your knees and pushed your ass against his cock, feeling the blood gradually rush back into it as he splayed wet kisses over your shoulder.
“One more time,” he whispered into your ear, raising your leg so he could slip right back into you. His other arm wrapped around your chest, fingers pinching your breasts and nipples.
You craned your neck around, lips searching for his. They found yours earnestly, his kisses messy and fervent.
As if he had never stopped, he started again.
~
Later, with your clothes scattered on the floor and the room dim and quiet around you, you lay on your back staring at the ceiling, lungs still trying to remember how to function.
Wonbin’s arm was draped over your waist, his chest warm and solid against your side. His breathing was a little uneven too.
Silence stretched, full but not uncomfortable.
“We’re dead if Mina comes back early,” you said eventually, voice low.
He hummed. “We’ll hear her.”
You weren’t so sure.
He must’ve seen the doubt on your face, because he sighed and pushed himself up on one elbow.
“Fine,” he said. “We’ll check.”
He grabbed his discarded shorts from the floor and dragged them on, hair a mess, skin still flushed. You pulled your shirt back over your head, heart doing that annoying jumpy thing again at the sudden domestic mundanity of it.
He cracked the door open carefully, peering into the hallway.
You eased up beside him, peeking over his shoulder.
From down the hall, muffled and unmistakable, came a breathy, stifled laugh followed by a low male voice you recognized as Jihoon’s.
You both froze.
“Yeah,” Wonbin said quietly. “She’s not coming back.”
You covered your face with one hand, equal parts mortified and relieved. “I did not need to know that.”
He shut the door again, locking it this time for good measure.
When he turned back, he was smiling.
“So,” he said, climbing back onto the bed beside you. “I can stay?”
You narrowed your eyes. “You can stay as long as you’re gone before Mina wakes up,” you warned. “If she sees you here, we’re both dead.”
“Noted.” He settled beside you, arm sliding back around your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You hesitated a second, then let yourself relax into him, head finding his shoulder.
The room felt smaller now, cozier somehow. The ocean’s constant shush filtered through the walls; someone laughed faintly in another part of the house. Here, everything felt oddly still.
“So,” you said, staring at the shadowy outline of his hand on your stomach. “What now?”
He was quiet for a moment, thumb drawing idle patterns on your side.
“When we get back to the city,” he said finally, “I want to take you out.”
You blinked. “Out?”
“On a date,” he clarified. “Like, a real one. Food, maybe a movie, me pretending I’m not already stupid about you.”
Your heart lurched.
“Confident,” you muttered.
He huffed a laugh. “Terrified, actually.”
You turned your head to look at him. In the soft half‑dark, he didn’t look like the overconfident flirt you’d built up in your mind. He just looked… young. Hopeful. A little scared.
“Why?” you asked before you could stop yourself.
“Because,” he said slowly, “you’ve spent this entire time convinced that you’re too good for me. And I don’t want you to wake up one day and decide you were right.”
That knocked the air out of you more than any kiss had.
You stared at him, throat tight.
“You really think I’m that horrible?” you asked quietly.
His eyes widened. “No. God, no. I think you’re… picky. And proud. And terrified of being wrong about people. Big difference.”
He reached up, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
“I also think,” he added, softer now, “that you’re the smartest person in any room we’re in, and that you make me want to be less of a dumbass. For whatever that’s worth.”
You swallowed around a lump in your throat.
“Don’t say things like that,” you muttered. “It makes it hard to keep my guard up.”
“That’s kind of the point,” he said.
You glared at the ceiling so you wouldn’t have to look at him for a second.
“What if I say no?” you asked. “To the date.”
He exhaled, not dramatically, just honestly. “Then I’ll be disappointed. And I’ll try really hard not to be weird about it.”
“You’re bad at not being weird,” you pointed out.
“Yeah,” he said. “But I’d still try.”
You were quiet for a beat.
“Okay,” you said finally.
He frowned. “Okay what?”
“Okay, you can take me out,” you said, staring resolutely at the ceiling. “Once. We’ll see how insufferable you are in public.”
There was a pause. Then his arm tightened around you.
“Deal,” he said, voice a little too bright.
You wanted to say you regretted it already.
You didn’t.
“Go to sleep,” you grumbled instead.
“Yes, princess,” he said.
You elbowed him lightly. He just laughed and pressed a quick, soft kiss to the top of your head, like he’d done it a thousand times.
Your heart did that stupid thing again.
You drifted off eventually, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling you under.
~
When you woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.
For a split second, panic flared. Then you saw the indentation in the pillow, the faint warmth left on the sheets, and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.
The door opened a moment later and Mina emerged in a cloud of steam, towel wrapped around her hair.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” she said, grinning.
You squinted at her, brain still booting up. “Why are you so cheerful?”
She wiggled her brows. “We both seem to have had a good night.”
Your heart stuttered. “What?”
She crossed to her suitcase, digging for clothes. “I didn’t get back until, like, four,” she said happily. “And when I finally snuck in, you were starfished across the whole bed like a corpse. Out cold. And there was someonestuck underneath you.”
She shot you a pointed look and winked.
Heat rushed to your face.
“Well,” you said, scrambling for dignity, “he had to sleep somewhere.”
She snorted. “Uh‑huh. Sure.”
You ducked your head, hiding a smile.
“Anyway,” she continued, pulling on a T‑shirt, “we have to be out by eleven, so start packing, lover girl.”
You threw a pillow at her. She dodged, cackling.
The morning blurred into organized chaos.
Everyone moved through the house with that particular end‑of‑trip energy—tired but wired, arms full of bags and leftover snacks, calling dibs on who got which shower.
You caught only flashes of Wonbin: him hauling a suitcase down the stairs, him laughing at something one of his friends said, him helping Jihoon wrestle with an overstuffed duffel.
His eyes found yours once, across the living room.
He didn’t wink or smirk. He just smiled, a small, private thing that made your chest feel too tight.
You looked away first, cheeks warm.
The driveway was a jumble of cars and people as everyone loaded their luggage.
Jia slammed the trunk of your car shut. “Shotgun,” she declared.
“You had shotgun on the way here,” Mina protested.
Jihoon wandered over, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, actually,” he said, “Mina, do you… want to ride with us?”
Mina’s face lit up like someone had flipped a switch. “Yeah,” she said, a little too quickly. Then she glanced at you, checking.
You swallowed a grin. “Go,” you said. “Jia and I will survive.”
She squealed, hugged you briefly, then scurried off toward Jihoon’s car.
“Traitor,” Jia muttered, but she was smiling.
Then, something dawned on you. “But doesn’t that mean someone from their car’s gotta switch with us?”
“I can switch cars,” Wonbin offered.
You whipped around. “No.”
Everyone looked at you.
You cleared your throat. “I mean, that’s not necessary,” you amended. “We’re fine.”
He sauntered closer, hands in his pockets, looking annoyingly unbothered. “It’s either me or one of the guys who sings off‑key to the same three songs the entire drive,” he pointed out. “I’m taking one for the team here.”
Jia clasped her hands dramatically. “Wow, what a hero,” she said.
You glared at him. He met your eyes, amusement flickering there.
“I promise I’ll sleep the whole way,” he added, more for the group’s benefit than yours. “You won’t even know I’m there.”
“Bold promise,” Jia said. “You snore?”
“If he snores,” you cut in, “I’ll suffocate him.”
“See?” he said cheerfully. “Group safety and accountability.”
The others laughed, already moving toward their cars.
Somehow, Jia ended up in the driver’s seat with you in the back and Wonbin sliding right next to you like this was the most normal thing in the world.
He leaned back, buckled in, and pulled one of the spare jackets from the back, tossing it over himself like a makeshift blanket.
“Wake me when we’re halfway,” he said lightly.
You rolled your eyes as Jia started the engine. “If you drool on my shoulder—”
“You’ll what?” he asked, eyes half‑lidded.
You hesitated. “Make you eat another lime,” you said.
He grinned, then let his head rest back against the seat, eyes sliding shut.
The first stretch of highway was quiet.
Jia put on a podcast episode almost immediately, mumbling something about catching up on her playlist. The hum of the car, the rush of wind, and the distant sound of waves fading in the rearview mirror created a weirdly soothing backdrop.
Wonbin stayed still beside you, eyes closed, jacket pulled up to his chest.
You focused on the cars outside, knuckles gripping a little too tightly on your seatbelt.
You were acutely aware of how close his knee was to yours. Of the way his hair fell a little into his eyes. Of the faint marks you’d left on his collarbone peeking out from his T‑shirt neck.
You told yourself he really had fallen asleep.
Then you felt it.
His fingers, sliding under the edge of the jacket, found your thigh.
You nearly screamed.
He didn’t grab, didn’t squeeze. Just rested his hand there, warm and solid, thumb brushing the inside of your leg in a slow, barely‑there stroke that made your breath catch.
From the front seat, Jia hummed in agreement along to something from the podcast.
You darted a glance sideways.
Wonbin’s eyes were still closed, lashes resting on his cheeks. The picture of innocence.
“You’re not sleeping,” you muttered under your breath.
His mouth twitched. “I’m resting my eyes,” he said quietly.
“You should try being more slick,” you hissed.
“And you should take a chill pill,” he replied.
You wanted to smack him.
Instead, your iron-clad grip on the seatbelt faltered for a moment—just long enough to slide the jacket closer on your lap. You let your hand meet his underneath.
His fingers stilled, then laced with yours.
You squeezed, once.
He squeezed back.
A slow, helpless smile tugged at your lips as the miles stretched ahead, the road unspooling toward the city and whatever came next.
You’d come on this trip determined to prove he was exactly who you thought he was.
Turns out, you’d been wrong.
And for the first time, that didn’t feel like a loss.
It felt like the start of something.
You kept your eyes on the road, his hand warm in yours beneath the jacket, and let yourself be a little bit excited about the new beginning waiting for you on the other side of the drive.
summary ⭑.ᐟ things they like to do when they're in the heat of the moment, aka what gets them going.
content warning ⭑.ᐟ very suggestive. so suggestive that tumblr made me put a content warning label on it.
☆ : vocal: they’re on opposite sides of spectrum but they cannot keep going unless they know, through whatever noise you make, that you’re feeling just as good as they are.
shotaro:
shotaro would be the type to check-in on you every now and then, whispering sweet words of encouragement, ones that contrast the rough way his hips moved. shotaro is a lover, he gets off of feeling the same pleasure you’re feeling, so it’s important to him that he knows where you’re at even if it’s just your moans slowly getting louder. “you can handle more, right?” would be his go-to phrase, and he knows the answer even though you get too overwhelmed to answer.
if he’s lucky, shotaro might even get a one-word answer out of you, and that’s enough to send shivers down his spine. your cries spur him on— he likes it when you’re just as vocal, so he makes an effort to keep you talking even when it's obvious to him that you can't. shotaro's definitely a soft dom with a slight masochistic tendency because he would always put your needs above his own.
sungchan:
sungchan is such a wildcard, like i know his buttons are easy to push if he’s in the mood but i feel like being vocal is the one thing he can’t forgo. like i said earlier, if shotaro’s the type to get off of hearing you more, sungchan would be getting off of your reaction to his words. he’s insistent, and he’ll point out every single thing he notices, like if you get wet, he’d say it out loud; if you squeeze him tight, he’d say it out loud; if your hips are moving on its own, he’d say it out loud. sungchan is kind of a little shit in that aspect ngl, but as long as it turns you on then it turns him on too.
“look at you squeezing me tight. can’t live without this cock, can you?” or something of the sort; he just loves the way you react. whether it’s a snarky remark or a loud moan, sungchan would definitely keep rubbing it all over your face because he knows you love it just as much.
☆ : biting: huuuuge biters and they coincidentally cute teeth, unashamed of it too. (this might be biased but the vision is clear for me)
eunseok:
this cat bites. non-negotiable. biggest biter and he lives for it. eunseok’s mouth would never leave your skin regardless of what position you’re in— as long as he has access to any part of you, he’s biting it. laying on your back with your legs slung over his shoulder? he’s biting your leg/thigh. you’re riding him? he’s biting your shoulder and neck. you’re on all fours and he’s behind you? it’s free real estate. likewise, if you were the one biting him, eunseok would be just as turned on like a true #freak4freak.
if he even gets the idea that you’re just as turned on when it comes to biting him back, he’d be relentless. it's not like he'd turn it into a competition (he would), but he'd want to leave more marks than you could. eunseok’s the type to keep his eyes on you and notice every little thing, so once his bite marks start showing up on your skin, he’s getting off of that too. the one spot he loves to lavish a lot of attention on is your neck though, and i'm not just talking about the sides of your neck, eunseok would sink his teeth even on the back of your neck because he's a true freak just like that, and it's also where he could get a whiff of your scent the best (actual reason).
sohee:
sohee would always have some semblance of self-control to him unlike the other members, but once he gets lost in the pleasure, his mouth would be all over you and god just thinking about his plump lips, warm on your skin as he gasps and kisses your neck, is enough to drive anyone insane. sohee would be the type to bite his own lips while he focuses on the way his hips are moving, leaving it red and swollen.
i also like to think that sohee gets embarrassed to be vocal in bed, like all you’ll get from him are “fuck” or “feels good”, so to prevent more of that especially when he gets too deep in the sauce, his mouth needs to be on you. if you’re on your back, his mouth would be on yours; but if you writhe around too much and he can’t kiss you properly, his mouth would be on your neck, specifically the one near your jaw. sohee loves the way you’d cry out when he bites your neck, especially when your walls flutter around his length.
☆ : handsy — these two get overwhelmed so easily that they don’t know what to do with their hands.
wonbin:
wonbin, ever the romantic, is such a sensitive soul that he feels everything too deeply, and the same goes for when he’s in bed. his hands would not only be on you, but if he knows he can’t control the strength in his grip, he’d be grabbing the sheets, the headboard, and (if you’re riding him) even his own hair/head.
likewise, wonbin loves it when you hold him as well because your hands are always gentle for him. he'd love it when you run your hands through his hair, or brush it against his chest where his heart is. wonbin would go insane if you cup his cheek; he'd be melting against your palm in an instant. he just loves skin-to-skin contact in general, but it’s different when it’s hand contact. something about holding hands while your bodies are connected is romantic to him, and he lives for that. it speaks as an unbreakable bond to wonbin, and so his hands would always find yours.
anton:
anton is another that feels too deeply, every single sensation all at once would be enough to send his hands on any part of your body. i want to say he doesn’t have a preference, but he’d love placing his hands on your hips for obvious reasons— aside from it being the easiest part to hold, he loves that he gets to control the pace, which in turn would elicit some reaction out of you and it’d spur him on even more.
anton appreciates good oral, so in those instances, his hands would be in your hair, brushing and tugging as he watches your mouth stretch around him. maybe it’s because he’s an aries, but he craves to control you. if he was more experimental, like let’s say he’s gotten more comfortable in a relationship, anton would even be down to wrap his hand around your neck, watching your mouth drop open while your walls clamp down on him.
synopsis: a slice in the life with anton by your side!
content warnings: fem!reader, swearing, tonie helps reader with a creep (it’s mild!)
author’s note: i kinda set this up for a second part? comment if you’d like it hehe… thanks to anon for requesting bsf!anton,, i didn’t know whether you wanted just bsf!anton or something that might grow into more so i set up for their relationship to go either way
in what position do you think riize cuddles in? ❤️
i went in a somewhat suggestive direction with this bc this is a smut blog after all, i hope you don't mind anon 🙃 pictures are from pinterest!
a/n: this is just my personal analysis based off my perception and observations of the members' personalities. all of this is fiction/fantasy
riize - how they like to cuddle
SHOTARO
cuddles with shotaro always start off innocent and innocuous. he’ll be laying down on his back when, suddenly, you move to position your head over his chest. shotaro is an extremely touchy person who craves closeness, so his immediate inclination will be to wrap his arms around your body and pull you tight against him into a hug. at some point, his hands will wander underneath your clothes so he can feel the warmth of your skin. he’ll purposely and somewhat obnoxiously tangle his legs with yours to keep you from moving away from him. he’s so obsessed with you sometimes that he’ll behave like an animal in heat, inhaling your scent, wanting to be impossibly closer to you, snuggling his head into your neck and refusing to part from you for hours at a time. and depending on his mood, his hands will drift south as he positions you in a manner that puts delightful pressure on his crotch. i feel like this man would live in your skin if he could.
EUNSEOK
eunseok loves laying on top of you, specifically with his head on your chest. for one, he thinks your boobs are soft af and he truly believes that he could die a comfortable death with his face in them. for two, he likes being on top of you because it gives him the ability to pin you down if he has to, especially if you try to get up or if things start to trend in a naughty direction. at his most affectionate, he often likes to lay small kisses against your torso over the fabric of your clothes. the funny thing about eunseok is that he won’t even ask to cuddle, he’ll just come home after a day of work, see you laying on the bed, and just collapse on top of you, ignorant to his own weight. if you try to protest, he’ll beg in a gruff voice for just a few more seconds of bliss. he’s at his most comfortable with you playing in his hair while he scrolls through his phone, relaxed by the steady rise and fall of your chest as you breath. he could even fall asleep in this position. and don’t you dare take a photo of him like this, because no one can know that he’s a major sap who loves cuddling into his gf’s arms.
SUNGCHAN
mr. size kink here loves to be the big spoon. he gets a kick out of enveloping you fully, loving how small you feel in comparison to him, and knowing that his wing span is large enough to easily capture you. like shotaro, he’s kind of feral when it comes to being close to you; he highkey gets off on smothering you and may even position his arm in such a way that it's almost like he's choking you with it. with his head just behind yours, he likes to lay kisses against your neck, whisper dirty jokes, blow into your ear just to tease you, take long inhales of your scent, and watch you get mad as you complain about him snoring into your ear at times. he’s also someone who actually needs to cuddle something in order to fall asleep (if you’re not around a pillow has to suffice). there’s a protective instinct in him that almost irrationally worries that if he’s not holding onto you in his sleep, you’d disappear or be taken away. in the morning, you’ll often wake up before him and try to escape from his hold, but even in a half-conscious state he somehow always manages to pull you back in. there’s just something fundamentally wrong about you not being pressed against him. like it’s an innate biological instinct for him to cuddle you.
WONBIN
wonbin is a man in need of constant emotional reassurance and cuddling is one of his favorite ways to receive this. he just wants to feel loved and be babied and treated gently like the fragile thing that he is! though he’d be nervous to ask for it, he loves being the little spoon. he also likes laying in between your thighs, whether it be on his stomach with his head over your torso or on his back so that his head is basically on top of your pussy. you'd actually find it weird and lowkey be insecure about how he seemingly loves having his head near your crotch, but he swears it's innocent and that he just finds a sense of comfort being there (it would take a lot for him to say this out loud in fear of sounding like a creep, but he also loves how warm you are there). he'll often stroke the skin of your leg absentmindedly while he cuddles you. if he’s ever behind you on his side, he wants to have his head tucked underneath your arm as you play with his hair. cuddles are nearly always innocent with wonbin, he just wants to be held and told that he’s doing well. after a hard day of managing everyone’s expectations of him, he just wants the ability to melt and not have to think or be responsible for someone else’s comfort. he might just make purring noises while you cuddle him, it’s that serious to his well-being.
SOHEE
i don’t see him as being a huge cuddler, or at least he rarely consciously initiates it. he can be hyperactive at times so it’s hard for him to stay in one position for an extended period of time. however, he’ll never mind it if you move to lay on top of him while he’s playing video games. he’ll yap into your ear the entire time, raging about his character getting killed all the while you hum absentmindedly, barely listening and just liking the sound of his voice. he can also sometimes be an annoying bf in the sense that he’ll randomly splay himself over you in strange ways while you're chilling and doing nothing to see what you’ll do or say about it. he sometimes likes to lay his head on your butt while you’re in bed on your stomach, playfully smacking and squeezing the skin there just to see how you’ll react. he loves it when you scold him and tell him in a baby voice that it hurts (him, being annoying: "no it doesn't, i barely touched you!") he has a habit of playing with your hair, so if you’re sitting and watching a movie on the couch, he might invite you to lay down on his lap so he can run his fingers through the strands. you'll know quickly whether or not he truly intended to watch the movie based on whether his hand starts to drift lower down your side.
ANTON
anton seems like such a cuddle bug, he loves hugs in general but especially in bed, dressed in comfy clothes (bonus points if you’re wearing his items), under the covers, and on a cold or especially long day. his favorite cuddle position is when you straddle him, it doesn’t matter if it’s sitting up or laying down, he just wants your head in his chest while his arms come around to pull you in tight and stroke your hair (he does sometimes get an erection in this position, but if you’re not in the mood he simply urges you to ignore it with a rosy blush on his cheeks). he also likes to lay sideways with his head in your chest while you hug him and tangle your legs with his. he’ll ask in a small, muffled voice if you’ll please play in his hair. anton likes to have long, sleepy conversations with you while he’s cuddling. he could literally spend hours with you in his arms; he’d savor a day-off in which the two of you simply cuddled in bed all day long, drifting in and out of sleep as you nap together, but never once parting. he loves to make out with you while cuddling, slow and lazy kisses that start off short with your mouths closed until it’s no longer enough and he has to devour you with his tongue. any form of your touch is guaranteed to ignite him; he likes it when your warm hands wander underneath his sweatshirt to line his abs. he’ll also often have at least one hand on your ass, though he’ll get embarrassed if you call him out for it. lastly, he’ll sometimes be in a playful mood and and start rolling around in bed with his arms around you so that you alternate between whose on top.
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warnings : fluff , love language ,a lil suggestive in sungchans part !
a/n : gonna post more of those short fics for a while since im starting to work on the big fanfiction and I need to post something in between of it ! 🩷
shotaro - acts of service
i feel like shotaro is the king of acts of service . doesn't matter what , he's already there to help you . i can totally imagine you coming home from work after a long day , and the first scent that hits you is your favorite meal and shotaro pacing around the kitchen . he'd ask you about your day , kiss your cheek then help you change into more comfy clothes and lets you fall asleep on his chest .
also , i don't think you'd have to ask him to do house work because he'd already do it anyway . you'd text him something like " please unload the dishwasher " and he'd sent you a picture with the empty dishwasher and then a selfie of him . overall i feel like he'd try to make your life easier everytime he can
eunseok - words of affirmation
yes . just yes . i personally see eunseok as the best boyfriend material out of all riize members . from the moment you open your eyes , he's already pushing some strands of hair out of your face while speaking in that same , sweet voice of his words like " good morning beautiful , i love you so much , my pretty girl " just so he can see you get all flustered !!
also , i 100% believe he'd write on a sticky note " have a good day at work , my smart girl ,i love you " and stick it somewhere he knows you'll see , like on your phone case or on the fridge . and he'd act so chill about it if you tried to bring it up . he's genuinely overall a really sweet boyfriend that makes you feel appreciated and loved <3
> more under the cut !
sungchan - physical touch
quick quick act shocked . i mean he's always trying to touch his members so i feel like his love language is physical touch
either if it's by randomly taking your hand in his , rubbing soft patterns at your lower back or running his hand up and down your tight , this man can't keep his hands off you ! you can literally be out with your friends , having a conversation and he'd randomly bring your palm to his lips and staring kissing your knuckles , like he just knows how to make you fold .
even while having sex , he's definitely the type to hold your hand and whisper sweet nothings in your ear just to praise you and tell you how good youre doing for him ! also, sungchan LOVES hugging you , everytime, everywhere , doesn't matter .
wonbin - quality time
sitting on his couch , with your head on his lap while you're telling stories from high school or with about each others friends while the soft audio of the movie playing fades into the background is definitely his favourite thing on earth .
also , wonbin is always planning trips and dates for you . at the beginning of the relationship , you tried to stop him from taking you out on dates three times a week , but he always insists so you end up going out anyways . either if it's a restaurant , a coffee shop or literally just hanging out on a random bench , wonbin always insists you two are together .
even if , let's say , he's out of the county with work , he definitely facetimes you at night and you two talk for hours , sometimes even falling asleep on the phone !
sohee - giving gifts
i know a lot of people aren't really fond with the whole giving gifts thing , but i personally love it so so much , and sohee is just the type of guy who gets excited about surprises and making gifts .
the thing about sohee is that he always remembers every little thing you tell him , and then three weeks later , he gets it for you , then he acts chill about it as well ! for example , once you told him you really wanted this specific perfume when you were a child , but never found it anywhere . two weeks later , he surprised you with the exact perfume !
also , the gifts he makes dont even have to be jaw dropping , he also really enjoys making hand written letters for you , or whatever stuff you mention to him . this is the best part about sohee , that he always remembers .
anton - physical touch
all the anton girls kicking their feet right now , but if I'm honest .. i just know anton's love language is physical touch .. i just can't prove it yet .
anton loves hugging you from the back . if you're making coffee in the kitchen ? be 100% sure two big hands are gonna wrap around your waist and pull you in closer, no matter what . also , anton definitely loves the " netflix & chill " propaganda , not because hes interested in watching movies , he just wants an excuse to cuddle you .
kissing with anton is on another level. sometimes , his lips move against yours in a such gentle and romantic way , like he's scared to ruin his pretty girl , sometimes he's eating your mouth and breathing heavily , no in-between .
i also think anton wouldn't mind kissing your neck , shoulders or cheeks even in public , he doesn't care about dirty looks , he just wants to kiss you !! oh, can't forget about his hand always resting on your lower back , it's almost like it belongs there ( it does )
SYNOPSIS: your best friend sohee doesn’t know how to kiss, or at least that’s what he says.
PAIRING: sohee x reader
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: kissing and uh idk what else
𓂃۶ৎ JANUARY 25TH, 2026 05:34 PM
tilting his head to the side, sohee furrows his eyebrows in confusion before exaggeratedly puckering out his lips while slightly scrunching up his nose. at the sight, you couldn't help but immediately burst out into a fit of laughter.
“why are you making that face?” you manage to let out causing your best friend to turn a deep shade of red before shaking his head and groaning at you.
"you literally told me to!" sohee whines, accusing you as he shifts in his spot of the couch to reach over for a pillow and throw it your way.
“yeah but not like that!" you laugh out loud, bringing a hand up to help block the pillow being thrown at you.
“you're a horrible teacher," he pouts, avoiding eye contact with you. suddenly feeling bad, you clear your throat as you sit up in your spot.
"okay," you determinately state. you bring your hands forward to place them on sohee's wrists. with your hands now on his wrists, you softly yank them to bring your best friend closer to you. "take two!"
“pucker your lips,” you say slowly while staring down at his lips. “not too much,” you gently remind him, patting one of his thighs to signal him to stop. “soft pucker for the first kiss and then part your lips a little,” you add as you continue focusing on his lips. have his lips always been this pretty? have they always been this pink? have they always looked this soft?
“yn, i genuinely don’t know what i’m doing,” sohee mumbles out suddenly feeling shy. at the sudden sound of his voice, you quickly shake away your previous thoughts and force yourself to focus.
“you're literally doing it!" you instantly reassure him, still staring down at his lips. clearing your throat once more, you lean back a little and make eye contact with him. "but before doing all that, make sure the mood is there, read the room!" you remind him causing him to slowly nod at you.
"oh and! place your hands on their waist or caress their cheek or literally do something with your hands so they're not awkwardly sitting on your lap," you state before looking down at his hands. "like how you have them right now," you add causing sohee to look down at his hand placement. wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, he clasps his hands together and nods at the instructions you give him.
"okay, practice it," you encourage him, nodding your head at him. bringing a hand forward, you grab his hand and place it on the side of your hip.
"o-on you?" sohee asks with wide eyes as he looks down at his hand and back at you.
"oh sorry, do you want me to get anton?" you stand up to attempt to go look for the taller boy.
"no!" sohee yells as he brings another hand and places it on the other side of your hip and bring you to sit you back down. with wide eyes, you sit down as you stare at him.
"okay here i go," sohee lets out a shaky breath. bringing a hand up to tuck a hair strand behind your hair, he then places his hand on your cheek while slowly caressing it with his thumb. you're not too sure why your heart is suddenly racing in your chest or why you were too stunt to speak to give pointers but at this point nothing else really mattered to you.
with a slight open mouth from shock, you continue to stare at him with wide eyes as you watch his every movement. he offers you a shy smile before bringing his focus down to your lips and back to your eyes. without giving it a second thought, sohee runs his thumb over your bottom lip. gasping at the sudden feeling, you briefly bring your focus to his lips and then back to his eyes, anticipating what's to happen next.
with one last look down at your lips, sohee begins leaning forward with his head tilted slightly to the right. you follow his movements and lean forward to eagerly meet him halfway there. with your eyes now closed, you wait for his lips to connect with your own.
"am i doing it right?" sohee half teasingly whispers out less than a millimeter away from your lips.
annoyed at his sudden voice, you grab the collar of his shirt and pull on it to crash his lips into yours. at the feeling of your lips against his, sohee widens his eyes before immediately shutting them. he then begins moving his lips against your own and follows your slow movements.
not wanting to get too carried away, you begin pulling away. dumbfounded, sohee scrunches his eyebrows at you as he stares at you. offering him a small smile, you look down at his lips one last time and take notice of the small pout that was now forming. not too sure what took over you, you quickly lean forward once more and place one last peck on his lips.
“see, easy.” you awkwardly cough out.
“i don’t know,” sohee disappointedly sighs. “i think i need more practice.” he finishes off, looking at you with his big brown eyes.
without giving you time to react, he places his thumb under your chin to make you look at him. with wide eyes you stare at him until you feel the warmth of his lips against your own once more.
drabble suggestive fluff?idk mentions hickeys and his boner
⦮ ⦯ where wonbin comes home, visibly exhausted and sore, from a long day of practice.
⦮ ⦯ you’d greet him at the door, smothering him with kisses and squeezes. he’d be so soft and gentle with you, laughing at all the sudden affection, squeezing you back into a tight hug.
⦮ ⦯ he’d let out some achy groans, complaining about his sore muscles and teasingly asking for a massage. you’d become giddy at the idea of getting to oil him up & touch him all over, telling him you’d be more than happy to give him a massage…
⦮ ⦯ once in the bedroom, he’d rip his clothes off, wearing only his boxers now…plopping onto the bed with a heavy sigh. you’d grab some oil, straddling over him, massaging the tired muscles of his back, his shoulders, his neck.
⦮ ⦯ his skin would be so honey and glowy under the warm lights in the bedroom. the pressure between your thighs growing as your hands glide over his soft, smooth skin, listening to his whines and small sounds of relief.
⦮ ⦯ the feeling of him underneath you would have you feeling so desperate. you’re only sitting on his back, but your need for him grows, nonetheless…you’d get off of him, telling him to flip over so you can massage his chest…
⦮ ⦯ once he’s lying on his back, you’d straddle his lap. he’d throw his hands onto your thighs, letting out a sharp breath and a sleepy laugh at the feeling of you sitting on his boner. you’d grind into him, ever so slightly…teasing both you and him with the tiny amount of friction you’re creating.
⦮ ⦯ you’d massage him gently, not able to resist how sexy his abs and chest look all oiled up, leaning down to place messy, wet kisses on his neck. he’d wrap his arms around you, gripping your ass, rubbing his hands up and down your body, savoring the feeling of you in his arms.
⦮ ⦯ he looks so pretty, you can’t help but feel possessive…you want to make sure he knows he’s yours…you suck at his soft skin, body flushing at the sound of his satisfied moans. he may be the one who’s usually in control, but wonbin loves when his pretty girl claims him. he loves when you sit on his lap and use him, marking him up, leaving hickeys and bites all over… 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
girl i saw the camboy wonbin thought PLEASE write something about it 🙏🙏 im insane
camboy!wonbin x fem!reader
drabble
× camboy!wonbin…hmmmmmmmm…..
× Let’s sayyy…you’re close friends with Wonbin. You’re shy, rather reserved, and that’s why you and him are so close—because he’s just the same. He’s quiet, introverted, unassuming.
× Just because you’re shy, though, doesn’t mean you don’t have..interests. You’re perverted. Every night you visit camboy websites, searching for a new plaything. Usually, you just scroll through sites and click on whatever-or whoever- catches your eye. You don’t usually pay for any services, but, ya know, sometimes…….
× One night you log on to a site, scrolling aimlessly, looking for someone new and pretty and exciting. You stop mid-scroll, blinking and shaking your head. Surely you didn’t just see that. Right?
× Wonbin. Your friend of many years. It’s just a profile, but you click, anyway, hooked with adrenaline and curiosity. Photos of him pop up on your screen. Some of him shirtless, some naked, some are just selfies.
× Your heart would race as you try to ignore the growing interest inside of you. It’s so taboo- so hot- to think about watching your friend as a camboy. Your account is anonymous, so you send a request, waiting anxiously for his response.
× He’d respond a few minutes later, listing his rules and prices. You’d book a service- maybe a custom video. He’d send it within the hour.
× Watching as your friend touches himself on screen…the room is dark, but lit just enough for his body to glow as he pumps his dick, moaning and breathless and whiny. You’d touch yourself, too, not able to deny yourself the pleasure of cumming with him in secret. 😵💫
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how fast into a relationship do u think it would take the members to have sex?? ik for sohee it ain’t that long lmfao but i could see sungchan waiting a while
this is a really good question...
anton i think would wait a couple of months. something in me wants to say a year or so because i see him as such a gentleman honestly. but realistically, he's young and young people are horny lmao eventually i feel like it would get to him and it would just...happen. he'd probably hold out for as long as he could but after always making out and touching up on each other, he'd get so caught up in the moment and let his body talk instead.
sohee...you're right. if i see anyone being crazy horny, it's him. like maybe 2 months in seems pretty realistic and appropriate. like if he really likes you and he's spending every chance he gets with you, 2 months could feel long as hell and he's so confident too so i feel like the conversation about it would happen and then boom he's guiding you into a foreplay session and finally fucking you. he would like you sooo much that he just needed to connect with you in that way for the sake of his heart and dick.
wonbin i think would be a bit later like maybe around 6 months to a year probably depending. i just think that because he is such a perfectionist, he would really overthink it and not want to ruin things between you guys. i think he'd set up boundaries for himself to make sure the two of you are very comfortable in the relationship before jumping into having sex. he probably would want to feel pretty secure with you before anything and then when the time actually comes, he'd definitely plan the whole day out and probably choose to do it on your anniversary to make it special. (we love u romantic wonbin)
sungchan i also see waiting a while. similar to wonbin i think he wouldn't want to mess things up and would want to feel secure before jumping into a sexual relationship. i do feel like he wouldn't be as much as a perfectionist though. like he'd bring it up in conversation multiple times, and he definitely has his desires but he wouldn't take action on them even after talking about it so much because he wants to make sure he's doing the right thing. i do feel like he's also very romantic with things like this and more mature. but i don't think things would go according to how he planned. like i feel like he would try and plan it out but it would happen earlier than expected because he'd give in so easily if the two of you were in a heated session with each other. but he'd definitely ask you a million times if you were sure about it and once you were...he'd get so excited about it. (he's definitely blurting out the i love you that same night too)
eunseok is interesting because...actually i'm gonna base this one off astrology and his chart. (which i think could be different if i based all of theirs off their charts) but i say its difficult for me to think about him because he's a pisces man, and they're known to be very romantic and wait to have sex because it isn't their priority in a relationship. but he also has his mars in sagittarius which tells me he's someone who wants to move quickly when it comes to sex. that's if his partner is on the same level of insane as he is, he'd probably be down to have sex quickly because it's fun for him. so knowing that, i'd say he'd be pretty fast because his libido is no joke. if you guys are on the same page, you'd be fucking everyday.
shotaro is definitely on the quicker side as well. i see shotaro as such a free spirited person so i think he really does things based off vibes, if you guys have been dating for 2 months and you're both comfortable with having sex he is so down for that. he's able to connect emotionally quickly and is very understanding so i think in a relationship with him, time would feel like it's going by so fast so by the time you two actually get around to being intimate with each other, it just feels right.
ahem.... may i say......... seunghan *gunshots* *my dead body is found in a ditch*
you're actually evil sending me this (do it again)
nsfw link seunghan 100% eats for the love of the game, where do you think he gets that jawline? ;p has the mouth for it and the fingers too (seunghands. don't even.) takes great pride in his head game but doesn't need to brag about it, actions speak louder than words! just loves to spoil you tbh
₊⭑he's an extremely fast learner and he loves knowing exactly how to work you! knows what speeds make you crazy, the perfect amount of pressure, is not shy at all he really gets in there, knows what you need when you need it 🙂↕️ the way you moan his name, the way you shake under him, the way you taste(especially the way you taste), he loves it all. wether it's a quickie you need or a night that calls for soft and slow, he's eating it because he enjoys it almost as much as you!
with that jaw he could spend forever eating it actually and he wouldn't care about his jaw hurting, long fingers perfect for filling you like you need, his tongue & finger combo is no joke... think he'd be a vocal eater too, praising you, telling you how good you taste etc always reassuring you that he loves it too, asking you what's good to make sure you're enjoying everything he's giving you because duh your pleasure is his priority. lots of "fuck you taste good" "you like that?" "how much?" and when all you can do is moan in response he's all soft like "ohhh that much hm." wants you to make a mess on his face because sure you can tell him he's doing good but that's how he knows he's done good
loves that either of you can be in control depending on the mood, if you need to grab his hair and use his face/tongue? be his guest! if you need taken care of? lie back and he'll tell you you don't have to think any more.
loves how well you respond to it and uses it as a problem solver sometimes 🙂↕️ whenever you're stressed he wants to help in any way he can, eating you out being one of his first offers! he knows how well it takes your mind off things and your stress levels or whatever the problem is is usually how he determines the way he's eating it. someone bothering you at work? studying you don't want to do? nothing a quick work of his mouth can't solve!
"and you promise to get your work done after?" he asks with a teasing look and when you nod he's sitting or laying you down and settling between your legs to help clear your head and get you in better spirits for whatever you want to get done. tired mentally or physically? seunghan will be there kissing every inch of you, working you slowly and sensually and helping you let it all go.
basically he's just a sweetheart and loves spoiling you any chance he gets, he just loves seeing you happy and satisfied! a happy wife is a happy life as they say and satisfaction is 100% guaranteed with seunghan's head♡
thinking of fwb eunseok and jealous rough sex i just knoooow it would be the best 😣😣
ugh i'm not even going to lie, this has been on my mind recently too and i keep trying to push it away🫠😩
fwb!eunseok who acts like he doesn't gaf if you talk to other men or if you don't show up during the weekends at his doorstep. he acts sooooo nonchalant about it all like whatever, but deep down he gets so jealous and wants everyone to know you're his. one night you're at his place, he's focused on his games while you're on his bed. he enjoys those peaceful moments where he doesn't have to worry about you choosing to spend your free time with someone else. that's until your phone lights up next to his computer with a heart at the end of a guys name...that's when it hits him and suddenly he's losing every round in his game, his head is getting hotter by the second. "who keeps texting you?" he'd roll his eyes and slam his headset down. it annoyed him even more that you looked so good in his clothes, on his bed. it isn't long until eunseok has you pinned to his mattress, his grip tight around your wrists, thigh between your legs pressing down on your pussy. you liked when eunseok got jealous but you wouldn't admit it because then he wouldn't behave like this. you can't help but squirm desperately trying to grind against his leg. as soon as you let out a sound of pleasure, he's attacking your mouth, he gets rougher than usual when he's jealous, he's so determined to fuck you the best. every position, every dirty word, he has it all ready just for you in those moments.
es fanatica de lo sensual, ella tiene una foto mia y ya me lo puedo imaginar lo que hace cuando esta solitaaa (gooning) fanatica de lo sensual - plan b (literally this song omfg this song is literally how i feel sohee would feel like if he knew what i do with his pictures like oHMYGOOODDDD
cocky campus senior! sohee that knows you have the fattest crush on him but acts clueless just to see you embarass yourself.
Flirts with you giving you mixed signals to see you crash out.
Sends you pictures after practice or in the gym with his tank top, all sweaty or like the most lethal hottest selfies and pictures known to man already knowing you're probably gonna end up touching yourself to them (which just turns him on and feeds his ego more so he always does it)
he calls you just after he sees you've read the message but haven't replied yet which means you're defo touching yourself to his pictures
'what you doing? you left me on seen.. you always do that' he'd say all innocent when you answer. just licking his lips and feeling his bulge grow when he hears you struggling to stabilize your breath imagining you with your fingers buried deep inside of you while your screen flashes the picture he just sent you... 'are you okay? you sound a bit out of breath' his voice raspy as he listens to your shitty excuse but just humming and talking in that flirty tone that makes it impossible for you to stop. just wanting to keep on hearing his soft hums and voice. he defo knows what he's doing too just telling you about anything with double meanings like 'I’m just… stretching out. It’s pretty tense, you know? I think I need someone to help me relax' sighing and groaning as he talks and moves when you see him or try to face him he just looks at you with his boba eyes and innocent expression saying a simple 'who, me?' which is enough to have you forget about it all as you just look at his pretty face
P.S this was meant to be a random ass post about me listening to reggaeton but i just couldn't hold back... sorry i just write as i think lol... i'm so down bad for him... please get me him nOW
♱ when ur boyfriend’s phone rings during alone time and he tells u to answer it
♱ explicit content | boyfriend!wonbin, no plot, established relationship, cursing, oral ( f.rec )
݁ᛪ༙ bella’s entry ! wanna eat this man up so bad but yeah.
your black lace panties were pulled to the side by wonbin— whose drool was dripping down your cunt as he tasted your sweetness like he hadn’t eaten all day. your legs were pushed up to your chest by his forearms as you moaned out, gently pulling on his locks.
“bin— fuck please” you cried out, not sure what you were pleading for. all he did in response was moan at the taste of your sweet juices on his tongue.
then, interrupting your pleasured state, his phone starts ringing somewhere on the bed near you.
wonbin pauses, lips slick, chin and nose glistening with your arousal. he looks up at you. “answer it, baby” he says nodded at you. “what-“ you blink up at him, slightly surprised. “you heard me, answer it for me” he says, voice gentle but challenging.
you pick up his phone, hand rather shaky. “put it on speaker” wonbin adds before dipping his head back down, tongue flicking your clit vigorously. you hesitantly push the green button, setting the phone down on your chest. a voice almost immediately comes through his phone
“yo” your back arches off the bed, one hand flying to cover your mouth as you try not to let a single sound out. “can’t talk” he says innocently, detaching his mouth from your cunt to speak for a second “kinda busy right now.”
you whimper, and he leans up to lay open mouth kisses to your neck. he takes the phone, placing it next to your head “say hi, baby.” his voice dripping out softly, despite the sheer dirtiness of it all.
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just my idea on how each member would be during a first kiss w you. would love to hear your thoughts. ᵕ̈
⭑ osaki shotaro
⤷ shotaro is the type to cradle your face in his palm, steadying you + anchoring you in the moment. he’s got a quiet confidence about him. there’d be no nerves—he’s sure of himself. he’d caress your cheek softly, press foreheads, bite his lip to suppress his smile. he’d def smile into the kiss, rub his lips on yours like a tease, tell you that you taste so good, tell you how pretty you are. he’d snake his hand into your shirt, grazing your skin so softly it gives you goosebumps. he’d be gentle, sweet, slow. there’s no rush with shotaro. he knows what he wants—there’s no need to skip out on any of the minor details with him. ᥫ᭡ ugh, i love him to bits.
⭑ song eunseok
⤷ eunseok is the type to ease into a first kiss. he’d play things cool, joking around, being his sweet + silly self all night until he just can’t take it anymore. i feel like he’d be so nervous for a first kiss. he’d seem so confident and chill up until the moment he’s about to kiss you—then he’d turn into a stuttering, flustered mess. he’d place a hand on your waist, steadying himself against you. once you reciprocate the kiss, he’d cup his hand behind your neck, pushing you further into it. once he’s got confirmation that you’re just as into it as he is, he’d be so passionate, maybe even a little messy. ᥫ᭡ so cute.
⭑ jung sungchan
⤷ sungchan is the type to make the first kiss a grand act. i feel like sungchan is a romantic...hehe. super detail-oriented, focusing on every little thing. he’d plan an entire date night around this first kiss. he’d have no strings in mind, not expecting anything from you afterwards, he just wants to see what your lips feel like on his…no biggie. he’d be a gentleman, might even ask before leaning in—is this okay? or is it alright if i kiss you now..? he’d place a gentle hand on the back of your head, caressing your hair softly. when the kiss is over, he’d look back and observe you for a second, brushing his thumb over your lips with sweet, longing eyes. ᥫ᭡sweet boy.
⭑ park wonbin
⤷ wonbin is the type to approach a first kiss like it’s a game. he’s quite endearing, hmm? but he also seems like a helpless flirt. i wanna say he’d almost try to get you to kiss him. he’d do little things all night to get you riled up—lay a hand on your thigh, hold you close as you two walk together, place a hand on your lower back so low that he’s almost groping your ass. he’d feel such satisfaction knowing that he was able to make you so flustered to the point where you initiated the kiss. he’d be just the same during the kiss—so touchy, flirty and possessive. ᥫ᭡ my princess ughhh.
⭑ lee sohee
⤷ sohee is the type to be super sly going into a first kiss. i know he’s got that sweet, boyish charm about him, but hmmm…i dunno. it’s always the cute ones, ya know? i feel like underneath his excited little nature, he’s quite confident. there’d be no nerves, no stumbling. you two would be goofing off, playing games or telling stories. he’d be the same old sohee he always is—silly, fun-loving, light hearted. until something shifts…his gaze would become heavy on you, eyes expectant and sure. he’d shake his head and give a sorry, you just look so beautiful right now, before leaning in with a passionate, hot kiss. tongue kisser for sure…ᥫ᭡ he’s so yummy.
⭑ lee anton
⤷ anton is the type to grow nervous, stumble on his words right before he plans to kiss you. yeah, yeah, i think he’s a big softie, whateverrrr! can you blame me? i feel like he’d place a big emphasis on consent, clearing his throat and giving an i really want to kiss you right now, if that’s okay? you’d say yes; he’d give a soft nod and a sweet smile, biting his lip gently like he does in that one video…iykyk (if you’re an anton stan, you def know lolol). his touch on your cheek would be so light, you wouldn’t know his hand was there if it weren’t for the warmth radiating off of him. he’d go slow—no tongue, no rush. just soft kisses that build until he’s confident you’re on the same page. ᥫ᭡ dreamy boy.
— even before becoming official. this man has been holding your hand since the very first date. you remember it like if it was just yesterday. you two had finished your meal and were walking back to his car. that's when you felt his hand softly brush against your own. he then faked a cough and before you knew it, his fingers were intertwined with your own. before you could say anything, he was the first to speak up. "is this okay?" you remembered him shyly whisper. when you nodded you swear you saw his face light up so fast. ever since then, man has to hold your hand at all times! what if you get lost? god, he can't have that.
𑣲 kisses your nose 24/7
— he's obsessed with your nose. he does not care, he will say it out loud. kissing your nose has become a habit, it really has. especially whenever you scrunch up your nose in disgust. he then has to immediately stop what he's doing and walk up to you to place a quick kiss on your nose. he really can't help it. not his fault, at all! he also can’t help it whenever he kisses your nose and it causes you to playfully scrunch up your nose. this then makes him kiss your nose yet again! he really can’t help it. not his fault at all!
𑣲 “yeah?”
— picture this, you compliment him because he looks nice. you would think he would say 'thank you' right? well no, he doesn't. he never does! you know what he does instead? he smirks at you and says, "yeah?" all the time. he loves doing that and no matter how many times he does it, it always throws you off. especially whenever you compliment him, he hits you with a smirk and his famous, "yeah?" AND then he sneakily wraps his hands around your waist plants a sweet kiss on your neck and whispers out, "what else?"
𑣲 bites your cheeks
— hear me out, not hard. never hard because he refuses to ever hurt you in any way. but he can't help but bite your cheeks whenever you're sitting on the couch watching your favorite show or reading your favorite book. he claims you look beautiful distracted and for some reason that leads him to lean forward and gently bite one of your cheeks for a split second. he knows it's a bit odd but he can't help himself.
𑣲 “can you kiss me?”
— another one of his famous sayings. does it at the most random times too! like you could be rambling about a certain classmate, coworker, family member, literally anything and he's listening. he swears he's listening! but he thinks you look so cute talking and he can't help but to shift his focus to your lips for a second and that's when you immediately lose him. "can you kiss me?" he always says while he's looking down directly at your lips. he doesn't mean to cut you off, he's just in a trance. and god he wants YOU to kiss him, not the other way around. he wants you to be the one to lean into him. be careful though, he tends to ask this question quite a lot.
𑣲 pouts when he doesn’t get his way
— honestly, pouts 24/7. you refuse to kiss him? he'll pout. you're mad at him? he'll pout. he's mad at you? he'll pout. his answer to everything is pouting. it's not annoying, it's enduring actually. it's only annoying whenever you're supposed to be mad at him and you look over and he's pouting across the room. that's when you find it annoying because you know you're going to give in and forgive him immediately. and he knows that too and he takes advantage of it!
𑣲 matching outfits
— it's never your idea, it's always his. he doesn't even ask if you want to match with him. he always either buys you two matching outfits and just hands them to you or before leaving somewhere he asks you to show him your outfit and then builds his to match yours. he says he does this because people have to know you two are dating and that you two are so serious and love each other so so much. his exact words btw. they just have to know! you think it's kind of dorky but it makes him happy and that's truly all that matters.
𑣲 winks, like all the time.
— you think it's silly. he literally winks at you all the time and it causes you to laugh every single time. he knows he can't wink. you know it too. however, that doesn't stop him. he will continue to wink at you whenever he can. honestly, the only reason he does it is because it causes you to laugh for so long and he loves your laugh. at the sound of your laugh, he smiles and stares at you in complete awe. sometimes that's when he waits for you to stop laughing to hit you with his famous, "can you kiss me?" while walking closer to you.
𑣲 “i love you”
— seunghan says it all the time. you know how there's people that don't say 'I love you' often? yeah that's not seunghan. at all. says it all the time. he swears he has to say it at least 8 times a day or he will explode! whenever you say it first, he smiles and says it back but never adds the "too" at the end. he claims that makes it sound like he's just agreeing with you. he's not just agreeing with you, he loves you. deeply. and he needs you to know that. this is also one of the only time that he doesn't ask you to kiss him, instead he smiles and leans for a kiss himself.
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