#riize fics

you didn’t expect to become the reclusive crazy girl in the big house who spends her time in the woods by the lake that separates the huge mansion from the rest of the small town — it wasn’t really your fault; it was your parents fault , they moved you here. you were perfectly fine before all this , you had friends and a life — and it all went to shit once you moved to the big beautiful house , with the lake … that beautiful god forsaken lake. that lake where you saw it first — but it wasn’t a it , at least the form it showed you , it was a him.

“hello beautiful.” his voice always showed up first , you were so used to it , it didn’t even make you jump anymore , it made you smile. everyday you waited for him , some days he didn’t show up , but you sat in the grass by the lake and waited each time. “you came.” you spoke , his hand coming up to your cheek. “i did.” he spoke , his voice deep and soft , making your heart swoon each time. caressing your cheek , he smiled. “it’s been a while, hasn't it?” 1 month 20 days 3 hours , the longest he’s ever gone , the longest you’ve ever gone without him — but not without reason , he needed you to miss him , that’s why he didn’t visit for long periods of time , he needed you to feel the him shaped hole in your heart from his absence. that’s how he manipulated you , that’s how he manipulated all of his victims.

wonbin didn’t have a reason for doing what he did. well at first there was a reason — years before the house was built , before the town was built, his family lived in the lake , sirens , hundreds of them , living side by side. they were happy , they lived harmoniously , no need to shapeshift … until the humans came , they built a town over the lake , killing the sirens out of fear. wonbins family lived near the part of the lake where the house now sits , he tried to fight off the humans , but there was too many of them — they killed them all , his entire family , they thought they killed him as well but he was able to get away , he was on his own , left with the heartbreak , watching as they built the mansion , leaving the woods and his lake — it was his lake , and he had to watch as the town's new mayor moved in with his family , and that heartbreak soon turned to anger … anger and hatred.

the mayor at the time had a 19 year old daughter, a quiet girl who spent most of her time alone. it was perfect. wonbin hadn't shifted ever , never needing to. but he pushed himself , and mastered it within days , and that’s all he needed to initiate his plan — using his siren call to lure the girl in , not to kill her , no he didn’t want to kill her , yet… it all happened so fast , the manipulation , the seduction , wonbin infiltrated that girls life , using as means to an end , she fell in love with him , she wanted to show him to her father , but wonbin had a way with his words , telling her that her father and his father were in a feud and they wouldn’t allow them to be together — the poor girl was heartbroken , and that’s what he wanted , her heartbreak would start to turn into anger with every lie he told her. the town noticing how the mayors daughter would spend her days talking in the woods , thinking she was going insane. she couldn’t tell them about wonbin , wonbin forbade her , so people believed it and when it got back to the mayor he couldn’t live with the embarrassment of his eldest daughter — so he decided to get rid of her , send her to a boarding school for girls.

she ran to wonbin sobbing — he didn’t care , no this just made him speed up his revenge because he needed the girl. the mayors estranged daughter gone mad and killed the whole family , mayor left distraught kills himself — that’s what the headlines said , but wonbin knew the whole truth. she did in fact kill her mother and siblings , under wonbins command , she took an axe to the rest of the family , leaving the mayor alone , but not for long. when he returned from business in town that next evening the daughter had long died , wonbin killed her , making it seem like she did it after coming to, out of guilt — the mayor walked into a massacre , wonbin waiting near buy , using his siren call , luring the man to the edge of the lake.

wonbin wanted to face the man who killed the people he loved the most. the mayor stood before him , he knew what wonbin was , he could see the hate in his eyes — the mayor didn’t plead for his life , he dropped to his knees begging him to take the axe his daughter used to end his life , but wonbin , frankly wonbin had already decided how he was going to kill him. that night while his families bodies were growing cold inside the big house , wonbin lured the man into the lake , drowning him in the very lake where he slaughtered his own family.

the next day when discovered, people assumed it was the daughter who did it , and when the mayor returned home , he couldn’t bare it… he took his life. after that wonbin watched as the town mourned his family , walking the town listening to the people cry for him , a murder — all of them murderers , from them on wonbin vowed to never allow anyone to live in that house , anyone who lived there had to die , just like his family did.

that was hundreds of years ago , he learned to adapt to the world , but his anger stayed the same, many families have lived in there , many families have died there , and the ones who got away spent most of their lives trying to explain the siren who drove them mad , which almost always resulted into them being committed. sometimes they didn’t have children , so wonbin would seduce the wife — no pretty adult daughter to manipulate? that didn’t stop wonbin , in fact it’s easier making the town believe the son went crazy bearing the responsibility of the next generation on his shoulders — even the elders weren’t saved , but he didn’t have fun with that , luring them into the woods and drowning them when their children or caretaker was absent , the town chalking it up to a senile old person accidentally falling into the lake

so many moving in , not many moving out and the ones who did sent to an asylum , that scared the town — they couldn’t figure out what was happening in that town , believing the souls of the sirens lingered , so they cut the house from the town , no one was to ever move into the home — wonbin was happy with that , his anger subdued and it remained that way , for another 100 years — that was until you moved in with your family. sweet, beautiful, naive you.

you were different though , and wonbin could tell the moment he laid eyes on you — you looked like his first love , the love that was stolen from him , your eyes shined like hers , your smile made his heart swell with emotions he had felt for hundreds of years. he couldn’t kill you , no , he wanted you — but your parents , they had to go ; the hatred in his heart didn’t fade for them.

it didn’t take much for him to infiltrate your life and consume your every being , your relationship with your parents was already strained , you didn’t approve on moving to the small town , back where you lived you barely had friends , and the ones you did were practically hand picked by your parents — but you loved them , and they loved you despite your parents who controlled your entire life. so when you left them you were heartbroken , you were in a new town living in an obnoxiously huge house that was surrounded by a huge woods , and a large lake — the very lake you met him.

he was so beautiful , his skin looked like it shined in the moonlight , he just appeared one day , you had walked into the woods , it felt like it was calling you — that was wonbin , but you didn’t know that. he scared you , apologizing introducing himself , he lived in a far by house and he liked to walk the woods , and sit but the lake alone , that was a lie. at first you thought it was weird he’d come that far for that , but you enjoyed the company so you eventually got used to it, but that quickly grew into a need for it , thanks to him.

wonbin didn’t want you to just fall in love with him so he could kill your parents , he want you to fall in love with him because he loved you — no he wanted you to be obsessed with him , because he was obsessed with you. you consumed him , he went back into the deep woods where he built a little cabin , close to the lake and all he’d think about is you , he knew he was driving you crazy , but you were him driving insane as well.

the days he didn’t see you it physically pained him , like something was ripped away from him away , but he needed to do this , he needed your parents gone , not just because of his vengeances, but because he needed you — and once he realized he had you it was time for the second step in the sirens plans.

“it’s been a while hasn’t it?”

you nodded , his hand still resting on your cheek. “where have you been.” your eyes wet from the tears that now ran down your cheek. “you left me.” you sobbed , his heart broke seeing you crying because of him , but his lower region stirred in interest , seeing you cry for him. “i need to go away for a while.” he said, bending down in front of you. “it must’ve been terrible without me?” you sniffled , nodding. “they want to leave again.” you said. “i don’t want to leave.” he nodded , unbothered , because you weren’t leaving. “you want to stay with me?” he asked , but he knew the answer , he could see the look in your eyes. “my parents would never let me go, especially with a man they never met.”

“pretty girl didn’t we already talk about that?” he spoke softly , his voice sending you into a trance , you nodded , his gripped your cheeks. “what did i tell you? use your words.” the darkness in his eyes that came out sometimes , immediately softening to not scare you. “what did i tell you , your parents can’t live here , i let them stay here because of you.” he said. “but now i want you all to myself , so their time has come.” you gulped , he was serious. “ca-can’t we just let them leave , and we run away?” his eyes darkened , your eyes widened a bit. “no.” his voice deep. “anyone who lives here dies , i told you that.” he said. “but i don- you said you wanted them dead no?” you had out of anger , they had told you to stay away from the lake , embarrassed that people would talk about seeing you sitting at the lake crying and talking , you vented to wonbin , which now he was using against you. “i did but- so it settled, they have to go.”

“i’ll help you.” he said, straddling your hips , you laid back looking up at him , the wet dirt messing your white dress up , it was the dress you wore everyday when you went to visit him , it was his favorite. “but you have to listen to everything i tell you , okay?” he kissed your neck. “can you listen?” he whispered in your ear , you nodded. “i-i can.” he pulled away , kissing your lips softly , you chased his lips for more. “good girl.” he smiled , caressing your cheek. “tonight.” he said. “they go tonight, by the morning the town will think you’ve already fled town , the town will be too scared to even look for you.” helping you up off the dirty ground. “but you’ll be with me , deep into the woods , remember? like i told you , you’ll be safe in my home — they’ll never do anything to you again.”

“ok-okay , i’ll do it.” you spoke softly , still a little uncertain but you wanted to be with him , it was like you’d die without him , you’d do anything for him. “i’ll do it for you.” “good , it’s darks let’s do it now.”

it was raining hard , and you were soaked. your dressing dirty and dripping wet , tracking dirt as you walked into the huge house. the house was dark , wonbin trailed behind you. “the axe is in that closet.” he pointed , it always stayed there no matter the owner and he was deemed correct when you opened it. “grab it.” he whispered in your ear. “pick it up and feel it.” he kissed your neck. “wo-wonbin.” you whimpered. “not yet.” he said , his hands tracing your waist. “not until you do this and we get away.” his voice , luring you into a trance to kill any doubt. “come on.”

he guided you to your parents room , he knew this house inside and out. “they’re sleeping.” you whispered. “good , your mother won’t feel it if you get it one go,” he said. “now your father… he’ll suffer , he’ll watch as his wife dies out by his daughters hands while he’s begging for his life.” he pushed the door opened , you muddy footprints tracked their white bedroom floors as you got closer and closer , until you were hovering over your mothers sleeping body. “she looks peaceful.” you said , wonbin didn’t care. “lift the axe pretty.” he whispered. “do it fast and she’ll never feel a thing.” you shakingly lifted the axe. “do it.” you close your eyes swinging the axe down then back up , you heard a gasp , opening your eyes. “oh my god.” dropping the axe , staring at your mothers wide eyes , blood pouring from her neck as she stared at you, unable to speak for a second before her eyes closed and she stopped breathing. “i’m gonna be sick.”

“no.” he said grabbing your shoulders. “not until you finish." your dad stirred awake. “what is going on?” he looked down at his wife then to you in horror. “what did you do!” he yelled immediately jumping out of bed , wonbin picked up the axe. “do it.” he handed it to you. “wh-what the fuck!” you held you hands out. “you guys were gonna make me leave , i didn’t want to leave wonbin.” you yelled. “i-i should’ve listened to the townspeople when they said this house drove you crazy , i should’ve listen and had you committed.” you shook your head , turning to the boy. “i-im not crazy , he’s real.” your dads eyes looking at you with fear in his eyes. “there was never a wonbin born in this town.” he said. “wonbin.”

“do it.” the boy couldn’t care less what the man was spouting. “do it now , his heart can no longer beat , they’ll take you away if he does.” the siren whispered behind you. “he’s tricking you , i don’t know what he is , or who he is , but he’s lying.” wonbin glared at the man. “you live in a home built on top of thousands of my family and you call me a liar.” he took the axe from your hands , dropping it. “y-yn please.” your dad begged , you didn’t know what to believe. “wonbin,” you said. “he’s gonna take you from me , you don’t want me to be alone right , i’ll go mad.” he said. “don’t you want to live with me right? by the lake , remember?” he said. “i do.” that’s all wonbin needed , completely pulling you from his trance , he didn’t need it anymore , you’d do anything for him regardless. “then lets go.” you looked at your dad who sat next to your mothers body. “don’t worry , he’ll follow.” he held his hand out , you took and he guided you out the house , whistling a toon as well — you turned around to look out the house to see your dad walking straight into the lake. “wonbin.” you turned grabbing his arm. “don’t worry.” he said. “you’re mines now.”

when he said his house was deep into the woods , he meant it. “you’ll stay here with me , we’ll live by the lake.” he spoke softly. “they won’t come looking for me right?” he shook his head. “the people in this town look away when it comes to accidents in that house , let’s just say it’s a bit cursed.” he said. “cursed how?” “bad people always live there , and something , maybe something they effected when they built it is acting out its revenge.”

“does that make me bad?”

“no, absolutely not , that’s why i had to take you away from them , your parents , they were bad . you were a victim of circumstance.” he said. “but now you don’t have to worry about that.” he said as you both came to a stop in front of his home. “you’re with me now.”

you stepped into the house , it was dark of course. “don’t be afraid.” he said , lighting a bunch of candles. “there’s no need be afraid.” he said , coming behind you. “you’re safe as long as you’re with me.” his hand coming up behind the zipper of your dress , kissing your shoulder as he pulled down the zipper , reigniting the fire in your stomach. “wonbin.” you whimpered , he pulled down the straps of the dress , letting the dress fall to your ankles. “so pretty.” he guided you to the bed. “all fucking mines.” he pushed you down , you sat up , he sunk down to his knees. “i won’t let you go.” holding your leg over his shoulder , his other hand resting on your thigh , as he pulled your panties down , you moaned as you were exposed to him . “you can be as loud as you want here.” kissing your thigh , teasing your cunt with his nose , before you complain he licked a stripe up your slit , sending you into a shock of pleasure. “wonbin!”

he licked your folds messily , his arm locking your leg over he shoulders as he ate with such hunger. “you taste so good.” he muffled against your cunt , wrapping his plump lips around your clit , sucking , you screamed out , tugging at the roots of his hair. “oh my god!” you gasped out , falling back on the bed. “wonbin i’m gonna cum!” he didn’t let up , even feeling you tug at his hair , his nails digging deep into your thigh as you tried to push his head away , he kept going until he felt satisfied , and his hunger was subdued , then he pulled away. “poor angel you’re shaking.” he smiled condescendingly. “it feels good doesn’t it?” you nodded.

his cock was hard in his slacks , as he hovered over you. “you want my cock?” staring at you with those eyes that lured you in the first time. “ye-yes , please fuck me.” he groaned , standing up letting his pants hit the floor. “good girl.” he climbed on top of you , his heavy cock nudging your clit. “you’re so wet.” guiding the base of his length , dragging it down your slit. “fuck.” he groaned , pushing himself inside you , you grabbed his bicep , he smiled down at you as he thrusted deep inside you. “you like that?” you nodded. “deeper.” you moaned , he gave you what you wanted , hold your legs open , fucking deeper inside you. “you’re so wet for me , your pretty pussy is making such pretty noises for me.” he sped up , your moans getting louder and louder , probably scaring the animals away since there weren’t any people.

“you’re clenching so tight around me.” he cursed , bringing his fingers to your clit , rubbing it. “oh my- oh my god i’m gonna cum!” that encouraged him to keep going , both your moans getting higher as you both reached your peaks , you cried out in ecstasty , a flow of curse words leaving his mouth as he came , flooding your insides with his cum. “good girl.” he cooed , slowly pulling out. “did so good for me.” watching his cum leak from your hole. “so good.” kissing your forehead , your eyes drooping. “it’s okay , you go to sleep.” he said. “i will be here when you wake up.”

he could hear the whispers as he walked through the town , he had to practically pull you off him , he had to come into town to get supplies , more food and clothes for you. “she fled in the late night , the dad was found in the lake like the others.” he smiled to himself , listening to the conversation. “so the dad kill his wife and his daughter fled , so you think she’ll come back?” wonbin knew you weren’t , he wasn’t gonna let you.. even if he had to use his siren song. “i doubt it , nothing left here for the poor thing , she probably will end up in an asylum like the other survivors.” the lady said. “they shouldn’t have allowed them to open up the house , the ghost of the sirens isn’t a joke.”

wonbin grabbed his things turning to face the older ladies. “good day ladies.” he smiled , walking away as they murmured about how cute he was — he just kept walking until he got all the way to his cabin where you stood in the lake , the water to your ankles. “you’re back.” you smiled at him , he nodded. “please don’t leave again.” your eyes wet , you must’ve been crying. “i won’t.”

“i’ll never leave you.”

you hadn’t meant to make a whole thing out of tonight. you just… felt like dressing up. lately, you’d been taking better care of yourself—eating properly, keeping up with it, squeezing in a pilates session or two—and for once, you felt more like yourself again. and because of that, you didn’t reach for one of his hoodies or shirts to throw over it.

there were no oversized sleeves hiding your hands, no soft fabric swallowing your shape, no easy way to disappear into something familiar.

the dress was simple.

but it fit.

it fit in a way that didn’t ask for attention, and yet drew it anyway—the fabric settling cleanly at your waist before gliding over your hips, following every line without effort. there was nothing exaggerated about it, nothing forced. it simply revealed what was already there, and somehow that made it feel more exposing.

and with the way other women always seemed to look at your boyfriend when you were out, you decided—quietly—to turn that unease into something else. something steadier. something stronger.

you gave yourself one last glance, refusing to linger.

then you stepped out.

eunseok looked up at the sound, and for a moment, he stilled.

not dramatically—no double take, no obvious reaction—but his thumb paused mid-scroll, his attention sharpening as his gaze landed on you and stayed there.

you felt it immediately.

his eyes moved slowly, deliberately, taking you in without the slightest attempt to hide it. from your shoulders, down to the way the dress framed your waist—your actual waist, no longer hidden beneath his clothes—the way it curved into your hips and settled there like it belonged.

there was recognition in his expression.

but there was something else, too.

something quieter. heavier.

like he was seeing all of it at once.

he exhales softly, the sound low and almost involuntary, before slipping his phone into his pocket without breaking eye contact.

“…fuck.”

you blink. “why? what’s wrong?”

his gaze doesn’t lift from you.

“you look…” he starts, voice lower now, rougher around the edges than usual. “so fucking good, baby.”

the words settle between you, heavier than they should.

he walks toward you then, slow and unhurried, like he’s not done with this yet. when he stops in front of you, his hand finds your waist automatically—but this time it settles firmer, his fingers pressing in slightly, like he needs the contact, like he’s grounding himself in it.

his thumb drags once along the fabric.

“you like it baby?” you ask as you smoothen the creases on you dress. 

“this, i like it a little too much but—”

his hand tightens slightly, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you.

“now everyone else will get to see it too.”

a quiet beat settles between you.

his eyes lift back to yours, heavier now, more certain.

“…and i don’t think i like that part as much.”

it doesn’t come out sharp. not jealous in any obvious way. it settles low instead—controlled, grounded, something territorial that he isn’t fighting, just acknowledging.

you feel your stomach flip. he doesn’t look away.

if anything, his gaze holds steadier, like he’s not backing off now that it’s there.

“come here, baby,” he murmurs, even though you already are.

his hand shifts slightly along your waist, holding you there with quiet certainty, like letting go isn’t something he’s considering.

for a moment, he says nothing. the pause lingers, just long enough to feel.

“i’m not letting you out of my sight tonight,” he says eventually, his voice softer now, but no less firm.

you swallow lightly, warmth creeping up your neck. “you don’t usually.” 

that earns the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

“yeah,” he murmurs.

his thumb brushes along your waist again, slower this time.

“just means i’m staying closer.”

it’s said like it’s obvious.

and the way he holds you—steady, certain—makes it feel less like a decision and more like something that’s already happened.

the music hits you before you even step inside—low, steady bass settling into your chest, lights spilling across the entrance in blurred flashes, the kind of place that feels loud before you even process the sound.

eunseok’s hand is still at your waist as you walk in, steady and unthinking, like it never occurred to him to move it. the pressure is familiar, grounding—but there’s something firmer in it now, something that hasn’t quite eased since earlier.

the place is packed, bodies moving in loose rhythm, conversations blending into the music until everything becomes one continuous hum—and almost immediately, you feel it.

the shift. the attention. it lands before you even consciously notice it.

the dress does that.

it draws the eye without trying—the way it fits, the way it moves, the way it reveals just enough without ever feeling forced. you catch it in passing glances, in the way people look a second too long before looking away, in how space opens just slightly as you move through.

and before that awareness can settle—

eunseok’s hand tightens. not abruptly. not enough to startle.

just enough for you to feel the difference. his fingers press into your waist as he pulls you a fraction closer to his side, like instinct, like it happens before he even thinks about it. 

he leans in, close enough that his voice doesn’t have to compete with the music.

“told you, baby,” he murmurs.

“what about?” you question.

“guys are staring at you like a sweet treat and i don’t like that.”

it lands simply. no tension. no argument. just truth.

before you can say anything else, you hear your name from somewhere ahead, your friends already gathered and waving you over, drinks in hand, clearly settled in for the night. you instinctively step forward, but eunseok moves with you without hesitation, his hand shifting at your waist in a way that guides rather than restrains, though it never quite allows you to drift out of reach.

you glance back at him, faintly amused. “i can walk, you know.”

“i know,” he replies easily, his tone calm, almost absent-minded, but his hand stays exactly where it is, firm and unyielding in a way that doesn’t need explanation.

you make your way through the crowd together, his presence constant at your side, close enough that you feel him without looking, the steady weight of his hand grounding you as the noise and movement of the room begin to close in. by the time you reach your friends, they’ve already noticed—first the delay, then you, and then the way eunseok hasn’t let go.

“finally,” one of them says, half-laughing, though the reaction shifts mid-sentence as their attention settles properly, eyes flicking over you with something closer to surprise.

“…okay, wait.”

another leans in, eyebrows lifting slightly. “you look so fucking hot.”

you laugh, shaking your head, warmth creeping in despite yourself. “really?”

“don’t act like you don’t know,” they reply, gesturing loosely toward you, toward the dress, toward the obvious.

you start to respond, but the moment stretches instead, interrupted by something quieter, closer—eunseok’s thumb brushing once along your waist, slow and deliberate, like he’s reminding himself you’re there, like he hasn’t quite adjusted to this version of you existing out here where everyone else can see.

you glance at him, but he isn’t looking at your friends. his gaze is still on you, steadier now, less surprised but no less focused, like the noise around you hasn’t quite reached him yet.

“drink, princess?” he asks, his voice slipping back into that familiar calm.

you nod.

“stay here,” he murmurs, his thumb pressing lightly into your side before he finally pulls away.

you huff a quiet laugh. “i’m not going anywhere.”

“mm,” he hums, like he hears you but doesn’t entirely believe it. “still.”

you don’t argue. you just watch him go for a second longer than you mean to, the leather of his jacket catching the light before the crowd folds in around him and he disappears into it, swallowed by movement and shadows until he’s just another figure at the bar.

the space he leaves behind isn’t empty, not really, but it feels different—lighter, less anchored, like something steady has been removed and your body notices before your mind does. you turn back to your friends, slipping into conversation easily enough, laughter coming without effort, but there’s still a trace of him lingering, the ghost of his hand at your waist, the memory of how close he stood, how certain it felt.

it’s enough of a distraction that you don’t notice the shift right away, just another presence stepping closer than it should, another voice slipping into your space like it belongs there.

“hey.”

you turn, expecting one of your friends, but it isn’t. a guy you don’t recognise is already standing a little too close, his attention fixed on you in a way that doesn’t bother to hide itself.

“you just got here?” he asks, leaning in slightly.

you blink, caught off guard more than anything, defaulting to politeness. “uh—yeah, we just—”

“figured,” he cuts in, smiling like he’s already decided the conversation is his to take. his eyes flick over you again, slower this time. “kinda hard not to notice you.”

this was new. normally, it was other girls approaching your boyfriend, offering compliments wrapped in easy smiles, their attention lingering just a little too long.

but this time—it was you.

you let out a small, awkward laugh, shifting your weight, angling your body just enough to create space without making a scene. “thank you, uhh."

"you alone sweetheart?" the guy continues.

"i’m here with my—”

“friends?” he says, glancing past you briefly before stepping closer again, like that settles it. “yeah, i saw. but you weren’t talking to anyone just now.”

you shake your head lightly, trying to keep it polite without encouraging him. “no, i am. my boyfriend just—”

“boyfriend?” he repeats, like the word doesn’t quite register as a boundary. “where is he then?”

the answer never leaves your mouth, because something changes behind him, something you feel before you see.

“right here.”

eunseok’s voice comes from just behind the guy, low and even, close enough that it cuts cleanly through the noise without ever needing to rise.

everything shifts.

eunseok doesn’t look at him immediately. instead, he steps in behind you, his hand finding your waist again with quiet certainty, drawing you back just enough that your body aligns with his, your back brushing lightly against him as though you’d always been meant to stand there.

“are you okay?” he asks, his voice lowered for you alone.

you nod, softer than you expect. “yeah, babe.”

“good,” he murmurs, the word settling in a way that feels final rather than reassuring.

only then does his gaze lift.

it lands on the guy, calm and unreadable, but steady enough that the air between them shifts without anything else being said.

the guy hesitates, trying to recover. “hey, man, i was just—”

“yeah,” eunseok replies, easy, like he already knows and doesn’t particularly care for the explanation.

his hand remains at your waist, if anything settling more firmly, his thumb brushing once along the fabric in a quiet, grounding motion.

“she’s with me.”

he doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t step forward, doesn’t need to. the certainty in it leaves no room to misunderstand.

the guy nods quickly, the confidence slipping just enough to make the decision for him. “i didn’t know,” he mutters, already backing away.

eunseok hums faintly. “you do now.”

that’s enough.

the moment dissolves as quickly as it formed, the guy disappearing back into the crowd, but eunseok doesn’t move. his hand remains where it is, his presence still close behind you, like he hasn’t fully stepped out of that space yet.

his hand stays on your waist, fingers pressing just a little deeper into the fabric of your dress, grounding you in place even as the crowd buzzes around you. you feel the heat of his body against your back, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and for a moment, the party fades into meaningless noise.

then he leans down, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear.

“come.”

it’s not a request.

his hand slides from your waist to your wrist, fingers closing around it with deliberate firmness, and he pulls you through the crowd without a word. you stumble slightly in your heels, but his grip doesn’t loosen—he doesn’t slow down. people part instinctively, the weight of his presence clearing a path as effectively as any gesture.

you barely have time to grab your purse from the table before he’s steering you past the door, past the valet stand, straight into the parking lot. your heart hammers in your chest, anticipation curling low in your belly.

“eunseok—”

he doesn’t answer. he just keeps pulling you, his pace unrelenting until he reaches the car. the sleek black sedan gleams under the parking lot lights. he opens the back door, not the passenger side.

“get in.”

you hesitate for half a second—long enough for his eyes to snap to yours, dark and patient and warning all at once.

“now, princess.” his voice drops an octave. “don’t make me tell you twice.”

you slide into the backseat. the leather is cool against your thighs, the dress riding up as you shift. before you can settle, he’s in after you, pulling the door shut with a solid thud that seals out the rest of the world.

the interior light dims. the windows are tinted. no one can see in.

he turns to face you, one hand bracing against the seat beside your hip, the other reaching for your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. his thumb traces the line of your jaw, slow and possessive.

“i can’t believe losers like that think they can just approach you like that.” his tone is low, controlled, but there’s an edge beneath it—something hungry and territorial. “and you let him”

“i didn’t let him,” you murmur, but your voice comes out breathless, because you love when he gets like this. love the way his jaw tightens, the way his pupils dilate, the way he looks at you like you belong to him and him alone.

his thumb moves to your lower lip, pressing just slightly. “you were polite. smiling. letting him think he had a chance.”

“i wasn’t—”

“shh.” he silences you with that one sound, his thumb pressing deeper, parting your lips. “my beautiful girl, always being so nice to people… but you really don’t know when to stop, do you?”

his eyes drop to your body. the dress is a bodycon, hugging every curve from your chest to your hips, the fabric clinging like a second skin. the neckline plunges just enough to tease, and the slit runs high up your thigh, revealing most of your leg when you move. you’d worn it for him—for this exact reaction.

his hand leaves your chin and drifts down, fingers tracing the neckline, following the edge of the fabric where it cups your breasts.

“you knew exactly what you were doing when you put this on,” he says, his voice rough now. “you wanted people to look baby?” 

“i wanted you to look,” you correct, your chest rising as his fingers dip into the hollow between your breasts.

a low, dark chuckle escapes him. “oh, i’m looking, baby. and now i’m going to remind everyone—starting with you—exactly who you belong to.”

his hand grips the fabric at your shoulder and pulls. the sound of tearing stitches fills the car. you gasp, but the thrill that shoots through you is unmistakable.

“eunseok, my dress—”

“i’ll buy you another one.” he’s already working the torn fabric down, pulling it past your shoulders, baring your chest to the cool air. his hands cup your breasts roughly, thumbs circling your nipples until they harden under his touch. “a prettier one. a more expensive one. whatever you like princess.”

you arch into his hands, a soft moan escaping your lips. he pinches both nipples simultaneously, hard enough to make you gasp, and you grab his shoulders for support.

“you like that, don’t you?” he watches your face, his gaze predatory. “like when i get like this. when i’m so fucking possessive i can’t think straight.”

“yes,” you breathe. “god, yes.”

he pulls you closer, his mouth crashing into yours. it’s not gentle—it’s claiming, his tongue sliding against yours, tasting, dominating. one hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back, while the other continues its assault on your breasts, squeezing and kneading, pinching and rolling.

you’re already wet, the heat pooling between your legs, soaking through the thin lace of your panties. you shift, pressing your thighs together, trying to create friction, but he notices.

“needy girl,” he murmurs against your lips, pulling back just enough to look at you. his hand slides down your stomach, past the torn fabric, until his fingers find the hem of your dress—or what’s left of it. he pushes it up, bunching it around your waist, exposing your soaked panties.

he lets out a low growl. “already this wet? from what? from me dragging you out here? from the way i talked to that guy?”

“all of it,” you admit, your voice shaking. “from you.”

“good girl.” he hooks a finger under the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. the cool air hits your exposed pussy, and you shiver. “because i’m going to fuck you so hard you forget every other man exists. you’ll only remember my name. only remember my cock.”

he pushes a finger inside you without warning. you cry out, your head falling back against the seat. he’s thick, his finger filling you as he pumps slowly, deliberately, watching your face contort with pleasure.

“look at me, princess.”

you force your eyes open, meeting his dark gaze.

“that’s it. i want to see your face when you come. i want to see the exact moment you remember who you belong to.”

he adds a second finger, stretching you, curling them just right, hitting that spot deep inside that makes your vision blur. you gasp, your hips bucking against his hand.

“eunseok please—”

“please what?” he doesn’t slow down, his thumb finding your clit and pressing in tight circles.

“please fuck me. i need you inside me. now.”

a dark smile curves his lips. “such a good girl, asking so nicely.”

he pulls his fingers out—you whimper at the loss—and reaches down to unzip his pants. his cock springs free, already hard, the tip glistening. he strokes himself once, twice, then positions himself at your entrance, the head pressing against your slick folds.

“you’re going to come on my cock,” he says, his voice rough and low. “and then you’re going to come again. and again. until you can’t think, can’t speak, can’t remember a single moment before i owned you.”

he thrusts in, deep and hard, filling you completely in one movement. you scream—a high, keening sound—as your body stretches to accommodate him. he’s thick, and he knows it, and he doesn’t give you a second to adjust before he starts moving.

his hips slam into yours, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the car. the seat creaks beneath you, the windows fog from your breath, and he grips your hips so tightly you know there will be bruises tomorrow. you don’t care. you want his marks. want his claim.

“fuck—fuck—you feel so good, baby,” he grunts, his rhythm punishing, relentless. “this tight little pussy… all mine. say it.”

“yours,” you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“louder.”

“yours!” you’re crying out now, pleasure building, coiling tight in your belly. “all yours, eunseok—only yours—”

“that’s right.” he angles his hips, hitting deeper, and you feel yourself tightening around him, the first orgasm crashing through you like a wave. he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, just keeps fucking you through it, your walls convulsing around his cock as he growls your name.

“one down,” he says, his breathing harsh. “two more to go.”

he pulls out, and you whimper at the sudden emptiness, but he’s already turning you around, pressing your chest against the cool leather of the seat, lifting your ass in the air. the torn dress bunches around your waist, your panties still pulled aside, your pussy dripping and ready.

he slaps your ass—hard—the sting making you gasp. “look at you. so perfect. so fucking desperate.”

he lines himself up again and thrusts back in, this angle even deeper, hitting places that make stars burst behind your eyes. his hand wraps around your hair, pulling your head back, arching your spine.

“you love this, don’t you?” his voice is strained, raw with need. “love being my little slut. love when i take what’s mine.”

“yes, yes—i love it—please, eunseok, please don’t stop—”

“never, princess. never stopping. never letting you go.”

he pounds into you, each stroke driving you higher, your second orgasm building fast. you’re babbling now, words tumbling out—his name, pleas, promises—you don’t even know what you’re saying. all you know is his cock, his hands, his voice filling every sense.

“come for me again,” he commands, his hand moving from your hair to your clit, rubbing tight circles. “come on my cock. let me feel you.”

you shatter. this orgasm is stronger, deeper, your body trembling uncontrollably as you cry out into the leather seats. he keeps fucking you, keeps driving you through it, growling with each thrust.

“that’s it. fucking perfect. one more, baby. one more for me.”

“i can’t,” you gasp, oversensitive, trembling.

“you can. you will.” he shifts, slowing his pace, changing to deep, deliberate strokes that hit your g-spot every time. his thumb works your clit with practiced precision, coaxing. “give me one more. i know you have it. my good girl. my perfect girl.”

the praise mixed with the pleasure undoes you. you sob against the seat as a third orgasm rips through you, this one so intense you feel like you’re floating, your body no longer your own. he follows right after, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you, hot and thick, his groan muffled against your back.

for a moment, there’s only the sound of ragged breathing, the scent of sex and sweat filling the car. he stays buried inside you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

he presses a kiss to your shoulder, then another to your neck, his lips lingering against your skin.

“that dress,” he murmurs, his voice soft now, satisfied, “is going straight in the trash.”

you laugh weakly, still shaking. “you tore it.”

“worth it.” he nuzzles into your hair. “but next time, can you wear something with a zipper, so i can take it off slow before i ruin you.”

you smile, your body humming with spent pleasure. “and if i don’t want slow?”

his arms tighten around you, possessive even in aftercare. “then i’ll ruin you anyway, princess. in or out of a dress. you’re mine.”

“mm okay baby,” he murmurs, softer now, already close enough that his shoulder rests against yours.

you inhale lightly, then hit record.

“hey guys,” you start, bright and effortless, “today we’re gonna be trying these cookies everyone’s been talking about.”

you hold one up, angling it toward the camera. shotaro stays quiet beside you, playing along perfectly, letting you lead.

“apparently they’re really good,” you continue, glancing at him briefly, “so we’re gonna do a proper taste test and give you an honest review.”

he nods like with his signature contagious smile.

“okay—on three,” you say. “one… two… three.”

you both take a bite.

for a moment, it’s normal.

you chew, nodding, already slipping into your commentary. “okay wait, that’s actually really good—it’s like soft in the middle but still, oh my god, love this.”

then you turn to him.

“what do you think babe?”

"it's actually pretty good," he says while munching on the cookie still.

shotaro then turns to look at you and you see his eyes start turning into crescents.

the shift is subtle, but it lands immediately—something in his expression softening, focusing, like everything else has quietly fallen away. his gaze drops, just slightly, lingering—not on your eyes, but lower.

it takes you a second to realise.

“what?” you ask, instinctively brushing at your lip with your thumb. when you pull it back, there’s a faint smear of frosting.

you huff out a small, embarrassed laugh. “oh my god—”

but you don’t quite get to wipe it away.

because he’s still looking.

and there’s something different about it now—something heavier, like the restraint he’s been holding onto all day is slipping in real time.

you glance back at the phone like it might reset things, your voice a little less steady now. “you’re supposed to give your review.”

“it’s good” he says, still watching you.

“do you like the flavour?,” you reply, softer than before.

he hums faintly, like he’s considering it, but he doesn’t move back, doesn’t break that look. the space between you feels smaller now, the warmth of him more noticeable, the quiet heavier in a way that makes your breath catch slightly without you meaning it to.

his eyes flick back to your lips for half a second.

that’s what gives him away.

“taro—” you start, not even sure what you’re about to say.

he leans in. slow enough that you see it coming, that you could stop it if you wanted to.

you don’t.

the kiss lands soft, almost careful at first, like he’s giving you a moment to decide. your breath hitches lightly, your words dissolving as your fingers tighten around the cookie still in your hand.

and then it shifts.

his lips crash back against yours, hungrier now, the careful softness shattered as his tongue pushes past your teeth, invading your mouth with a slick, demanding slide. truth was he was holding it back the whole day ever since he saw your in your skirt and the frosting on your lips? paired with yyour innocent doe eyes? he couldn't hold in back anymore.

you meet his kiss eagerly, sucking on the wet muscle, tasting the faint chocolate from the cookie mixed with his spit, your own tongue twisting around his in a messy, urgent dance that leaves strings of saliva connecting you when you pull back for air.

your fingers dig into his shirt harder, bunching the fabric as you yank him closer across the console, the gear shift digging into your thigh but you don't care. his hand on your jaw slides down, gripping your neck possessively, thumb pressing into the pulse point that hammers under your skin. he tilts your head back, exposing your throat, and breaks the kiss just long enough to drag his mouth along your jawline, teeth scraping lightly before he bites down—not hard enough to mark, but enough to make you gasp, a sharp jolt shooting straight to your core.

"fuck, taro," you whisper, voice ragged, but it turns into a moan when his free hand drops to your bare thighs, right below your skirt, squeezing the soft flesh before sliding up, palm rough against the seam. he palms your pussy over your panties, rubbing in slow, firm circles that make heat pool between your legs, your hips bucking up instinctively into his touch. the friction is teasing, not enough, and you whine into his mouth as he kisses you again, deeper, his tongue fucking your mouth in rhythm with the pressure of his hand.

the phone's still propped up, lens capturing the way your chest heaves, nipples hardening against your shirt as you grind against his palm. shotaro groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you, and he shifts in his seat, pulling you half onto his lap despite the cramped space. you feel the hard bulge of his cock straining against his pants, thick and insistent as it presses into your ass when you straddle the console awkwardly, knees bumping the dash.

he cupped your heat through your panties. the fabric's already damp, clinging to your folds, and he rubs directly over your clit now, the heel of his hand grinding against it while his fingers tease the edge of the cotton. "so wet already baby," he murmurs against your lips, voice husky, before nipping at your bottom lip hard enough to sting.

you retaliate by reaching down, palming his erection through his jeans, feeling it twitch under your touch. it's hot, rigid, the outline clear as you stroke from base to tip, thumb circling the head where a wet spot's forming. he bucks up into your hand, a guttural curse escaping him, and his fingers hook into your panties, yanking them aside to slide two digits along your slick slit. he pushes one inside you without warning, knuckle-deep, your walls clenching around the intrusion as he curls it, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur.

the kiss turns sloppy, all teeth and tongue, saliva dripping down your chin as you rock onto his finger, chasing the building pressure. his thumb finds your clit again, circling fast and rough, while his other hand tangles in your hair, pulling just enough to arch your back. you break away to suck on his neck, teeth grazing the skin, leaving a trail of red marks that he'll have to hide later. he adds a second finger, stretching you, pumping in and out with wet, obscene sounds that the phone definitely picks up, the car's windows starting to fog from your shared breaths.

"don't stop taro," you gasp, grinding down harder, your hand squeezing his cock tighter through the fabric, wishing you could free it, wrap your lips around it right here. but the intensity builds too fast, your body trembling as his fingers fuck you relentlessly, thumb flicking your clit until you're clenching around him, teetering on the edge, before shotaro's climax following suit, his cum completely staining your hands and thigh.

.......

you don’t even realise how bad it looks until later.

the night has settled into something quieter now, slower, the kind of stillness that only really shows up hours after everything’s already happened. you’re cross-legged on your bed, laptop open, the soft glow of the screen lighting your face as you scroll through the footage.

the clip starts normal.

too normal.

“hey guys,” you watch yourself say, bright, composed, holding up the cookie like nothing in the world is about to go wrong.

you huff under your breath, shaking your head.

“god, i sound so fake,” you mutter, dragging the timeline forward.

the taste test plays out exactly how you remember it—clean, structured, your voice steady, everything neat and controlled. you’re already hovering over the cut point, ready to trim it into something safe, something you can actually post—

and then it hits.

the shift.

you see it now from the outside. the way you turn to him. the way he’s already looking at you like that. the pause—god, the pause—that felt so small in the moment stretches out on screen, heavy, obvious, insane in hindsight.

your stomach drops.

“…no way,” you whisper.

and then, the kiss. you physically jolt, hand flying to the trackpad.

“oh my god—”

you try to stop it, even though you’re already too late.

the clip keeps going. just long enough to make it worse. the angle catching enough, the audio picking up everything you definitely did not mean to record—

you slam pause.

your face is burning now, a mix of disbelief and secondhand horror.

“nope,” you mutter immediately. “absolutely not. this is—no. this is actually insane.”

you scrub back like you can undo the damage.

“this is literally a sex tape,” you say out loud, staring at the screen. “we filmed a sex tape in a parked car over cookies. what is wrong with us—”

a knock interrupts you.

you don’t even get to close the laptop before the door opens and shotaro leans in.

“are you okay baby?” he asks lightly. “you sound stressed.”

you turn the laptop toward him. “look at this.”

he walks in, completely unbothered, dropping onto the bed beside you, his shoulder bumping into yours as the video plays again.

he watches. and then he laughs. actually laughs.

“oh my god,” he says, grinning. “we really did that.”

you stare at him. “this is not funny.”

“it’s a little funny,” he counters, still smiling. “we didn’t even try to stop.”

“because we forgot!” you shoot back. “taro, this is not postable. at all.”

he tilts his head, watching the paused frame again, clearly entertained.

“okay, yeah, right, not postable,” he admits easily.“but—” he adds immediately.

you groan. “oh my god.”

“send it to me.”

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling a little now despite yourself, finishing the export.

he leans in, chin hovering near your shoulder, watching like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

“you’re really horrified, huh,” he says, amused.

“we accidentally filmed a sex tape in a parking lot,” you reply flatly. “yes. i’m horrified.”

he laughs again, softer this time. “still think you should post like… one second of it.”

you drop your head back immediately. “no.”

“half a second, just the making out part, that was hot,” he negotiates, already grinning. “blink and you miss it.”

“shotaro.”

“it’ll go viral,” he insists, nudging your knee. “i’m telling you.”

on another note, the riize members have also dubbed anton as the most sensitive member and/or the member who gets upset the most, which in addition to his age, has me wondering about his maturity level / ability to handle conflict. I think he could be someone that has a tendency of saying hurtful things when he’s upset and shrugging off any of the responsibility for it. there was a moment in a riize vlog where anton called sungchan and eunseok lazy for not coming with the rest of the members to eat in chicago (HERE at 22:04). shotaro had brought up that sungchan would probably be upset at him for saying that, but anton doubled down on it anyway. very innocuous moment that shouldn’t be read into too deeply, especially because they were all smiling and laughing + i doubt sungchan would be upset if he even saw it, but still, one might interpret that as an example of anton being unapologetically snide towards others when he feels justified in his convictions. 

SOHEE

i’m gonna bring a little bit of astrology analysis into this one. sohee is technically a scorpio but i personally consider him on the cusp of scorpio and sagittarius since his birthday is on the 21st. a big sagittarius trait in my opinion is being brutally honest to others in a way that comes across as mean, and not really caring about how others react to your honesty because “they should be able to handle the truth,” and/or “they should appreciate that i’m being honest with them.” a big scorpio trait in my opinion is being petty / holding things against people for unreasonable amounts of time. i sometimes see these traits in sohee, especially the brutally honest piece. in a previous post i also discussed how he suffers from the neat freak + picky eater combo, which tells me that he can be very particular when it comes to what he wants. in a relationship, he may expect you to be a manic pixie dream girl who fits all of his standards which may feel like a lot of pressure / limiting. i can also see him being nitpicky and causing small issues to snowball into irrationally big ones. at times, he can be quite stubborn and expect a lot from others because he feels like “if i can easily do this, why can’t you do it too?” this tends to be a trait of super talented people as well because since talent comes so inherently to them, they can’t comprehend why others may struggle with the things they easily excel at. for these reasons, sohee may also have trouble compromising and handling conflict. he may have some growing to do in terms of his openness to other ways of living / behaving / thinking.

WONBIN

wonbin can at times come off as someone with a low self-esteem, particularly if you notice the way he completely talks down on himself whenever he makes minor mistakes on stage. he has that perfectionist, “i'm never good enough,” kind of attitude, which i think could have several repercussions in a romantic relationship. for one, he might always assume that those around him hate him, and therefore be self-sabotaging in that he’ll presume an issue is there even when it isn’t. he seems like he’d be a very skittish partner; the moment he senses a conflict arising, rather than handle it maturely, he’d find some excuse to leave the relationship in order to protect himself from potential rejection and hurt. the mindset is almost like, “i’m going to hurt you before you can hurt me.” wonbin’s ability to truly enjoy romantic connection may often be dampered by his constant thoughts and worries about his partner’s perception of him. he’s the type of friend to leave a hangout and spend the rest of the night hyperfixating over all the embarrassing things he said and the jokes he made that no one laughed at. and again, with the fear of rejection in mind, he might hide his true emotions from his partner with the thought that he’d be judged for having them. so all in all, he could be an emotionally unavailable sort of guy who comes across as a fuckboy but really just has a lot of feelings that he doesn’t know how to healthily deal with.

SUNGCHAN

sungchan seems like someone who could demand a lot from his partner in order to feel loved by them. it's almost like in his eyes, he’s either your number one person or he’s nothing at all. he’s either the center of your attention or just another stranger to be ignored. he views nearly all things within a relationship in this same black and white way (a mindset which, in itself, is kind of a red flag). to bring up astrology once again, his virgo sun may cause him to feel this competitive urge to be the most important person amongst all the people in your life, and his leo venus could make him sort of self-centered in desiring to be constantly praised and pampered. as his partner, you may find yourself on the receiving end of several "tests" from him, questions like, "am I the best person you've ever been with?" or "are you sure you want to be with me for the rest of your life?" that he poses in order to confirm your continued interest in him. it's very possible that there is no right way to respond in these situations because even if you answer him affirmatively, he may believe you in the moment, and yet, he's never going to stop wondering whether you truly love him or not, even after years of being together and plenty evidence. sungchan can also be very sensitive towards anything he perceives as you sidelining him. to that end, i see him as someone who could be very jealous and possessive. something as simple as you engaging in a long conversation with another man could be considered a betrayal in his eyes. he'd even be so upset as to go and flirt with another girl in a manner 10x worse than you did just so that he can make you understand even a fraction of the same disregard and pain he felt. all it all, i could see it being exhausting trying to please sungchan and remain in compliance with his impossible standards. but what's sort of fair about him is that he will never hold you that a standard that he isn't willing to hold himself. everything he expects from you is what he already does himself.

EUNSEOK

i mention this in literally everything i write about eunseok, and so it is at the risk of sounding like a broken record that i assert, once again, that this man is painfully nonchalant. as his girlfriend, it would be easy to assume that he doesn't care about you because he's seemingly incapable of expressing love in overt or loud ways. he’s like a school child in that his method of flirting is being mean. in his mind, it should be obvious that by giving you any form of attention, he’s showing you how much he likes you, because when he dislikes or is ambivalent towards something, he won’t engage with it at all. he doesn’t realize that it is a rather unique thing to be a person who is very boundaried when it comes to what he likes and doesn’t like. so it will not even come across his mind that he is not being a sufficiently affectionate or loving boyfriend because just the fact that he chooses to still see you everyday should be proof enough. he justifies himself with remarks like, “if i didn’t like you, why would i still be with you?” and “if i didn’t want to be with you, i’d just say that.” he approaches all forms conflict like this: logically without consideration of the messy, emotional parts of love, which may be frustrating to deal with. furthermore, he wouldn’t have a lot of patience for a partner who has non-verbal ways of showing that they’re upset. he has the attitude of, “if you don’t tell me, i’m not going to try to read your mind,” which again, may come off as disinterest. you could literally throw the most obvious tantrum and he still won’t acknowledge it at all until you put your issues into words. stubbornness, then, could be said as another red flag of his.

SHOTARO

i'm having such a hard time thinking of a moment in which shotaro did or said something that triggered my red flag alarm lol, but what i will say is that in my IRL interactions with people like shotaro, it is almost always the most cheerful and kind people who are the WORST to get upset, because they will go off on you with the same intensity as their kindness usually is. in his everyday efforts to be a good person, he likely suppresses a lot of his negative feelings, and so when they're provoked to finally come out, it's in a volcano-like manner. almost like a switch going off, he could become a totally different person in his rare moments of genuine anger. he may find himself saying cruel, nasty, and out-of-character things. i see him as being especially sensitive to situations where he feels like his kindness has been taken for weakness. another potential red flag is that he may come off as clingy or hyper-dependent. he's almost the opposite of eunseok in that he expresses his love in nearly every way possible; it literally oozes from his being, and at times that could feel overwhelming. if you're sick, he'll insist on getting in bed with you and cuddling anyway. if you're out of town, he'll want to spend the whole day on the phone with you. if you're upset, he wants to know what's wrong and fix it immediately. he views his capacity for love as his best trait, so it may be hard for him to understand why a person would be hesitant to receive such overflowing love.

thank you for asking!

your phone rang as you sat on the train , you pulled it out from your pocket , the message clear as day ‘you look really good in that skirt…’ you looked around , so many people on the train , it could be anyone — except you knew who it was , he just didn’t know it.

he just thought you were pretty at first , he’d saw you on the train many times; he wanted to know your name , and that came easily when you got on the train with a friend one day and they said your name. he repeated that name over and over until it’s all he could think about. learning your name was easier , but it didn’t satisfy him; he wanted to get to know you more , but he just couldn’t talk to you like a normal person — because sohee wasn’t a normal person and he knew that.

he learned your instagram next ; that wasn’t easy , he had to sit behind you on the train; he didn’t have a plan , he just waited hoping you would go on instagram and that’s how he got it. he still remembers the day he first saw your page , the way his cock got hard just by looking at pictures of you , he knew right then and there you were his new obsession and when sohee was obsessed with something , it wasn’t good.

he followed you for months , learning your routine outside the train , he knew what cafe you went to , he knew the order; he knew what school you went to, he knew your major— eventually he found your address , he knew where you live , he followed you home and watched you through a window.

he doesn’t remember how he got your number , but he was happy when he did. he sent you messages every day; at first it was just good morning and good night text he’d compliment you on outfits , tell you how beautiful you looked— then they got worrying , he’d tell you to make sure you closed the blinds in your room because people could see you , or you looked pretty when you slept. he also began to leave little gifts on your doorstep.

you planned on ignoring sohee; you knew who he was the day he sat behind you for the entire ride on the train waiting to get information; but as he began to escalate , you decided to beat him at his own game— you followed him back , when he thought he was alone , you were right behind him , learning his routine outside of stalking you , you grew just as obsessed with him as he was as you.

you got up from your seat , about to get off; sohee watched you , about to get up and follow you home like always— but then you sat down next to him. his eyes widened , closing his phone so you couldn’t see the photo he took of you sleeping. you smiled at him like you didn’t know him , he didn’t know what to do. “hi.” you said softly , you were talking to him. “hi-hi.” the train was crowded no one paying attention to the two of you in the back. “i’m yn.”

“sohee”

“i know , i’m sure you know my name too.” his heart dropped. “ex-excuse me?” you chuckled at his shocked state. “you think i don’t notice you following me home? peeking at me through my windows.” leaning in to his ear. “why do you think i kept the blinds open despite you telling me to close them.” his heart was beating he swore you could hear it. “i’m sorry.” he lowered his head in shame. your hand touched his thigh. “don’t be sorry , i like it , but i couldn’t help myself when i saw you today.” you said , hand inching up, he gulped. “you look so cute , watching me like some sort of pervert.”

he let out a low whine as you palmed him. “those photos i posted yesterday were just for you , did you like them?” squeezing his clothed cock , he bit his lower lip. “i asked you a question sohee.” you whispered in his ear. “answer me sweet boy.” he nodded softly. “i-i did.” he said , making you smile. “did you jerk off to them?” unbuckling his pants , his eyes darted around the train , hoping no one noticed. “don’t worry about them , i’m finally touching you like you so desperately wanted.” pulling his leaking cock out. “did you jerk off to the photos?”

“you just looked so pretty , i couldn’t help it.” moaning as you began to stroke him slowly. “fuck.” he cursed. “i know , you poor little pervert.” you poured teasingly. “your poor cock is probably rubbed raw.” running your thumb along his red tip. “i got your gifts , that clock with the camera in it , you’ve been watching me get undressed , you heard all my conversations , even saw me getting off.” squeezing his cock , he tried not to moan loudly , he was gonna cum. “should i moan your name tonight , so you have some material to fuck yourself to sleep.”

“y-yn.” you shushed him. “i want you to cum in front of all these people , make a mess like the pervert you are.” that’s all he needed before he was spilling over your hand , but you kept going. “i-i came.” he said thighs twitching in overstimulation. “sweet boy i already missed my stop , and i know yours is another 30 minutes away.” you said slowly down your strokes , he was loosing his mind. “i’m gonna ring your little pervert cock dry.” he didn’t know what exactly he was getting himself into. “you’re mines now little sohee.”

he didn’t know you were probably even crazier and obsessed than he was.

beep.

you weren’t usually sensitive to sound.

hell, a couple could be having a fight in the middle of a cafe and you wouldn’t even bat an eye in their direction, so pray tell why you’re suddenly disturbed now that a customer was clearly having difficulty using the vending machine at the convenience store you worked at part-time?

was it the lack of sleep gnawing at your sanity from the night prior because of the assignments in your backlogs? or maybe it was the fact that it was barely 5 a.m., only the start of your morning shift, and the fluorescents were already giving you a headache.

beep. beep. beep.

with a low huff from your chest, you get up from your position behind the cash register and make your way over to the poor customer. by the coffee machine, you find a boy your age, a hoodie over his head as his eyes try to blink away the sleep remaining in them. his hand hovered hesitantly over the panel of glowing buttons, clearly wondering why he couldn’t quite understand the machine's deep hatred for him.

honestly, he looked a little like a helpless baby chick and if you were in a better mood, you might’ve even found him cute, but in the moment, all you could respond with was a flat, “you press the button after the cup’s in place.”

your words came out a little sharper than you intended, feeling a bit apologetic towards the boy as you purse your lips together. his head whips towards your direction, hoodie shifting slightly and revealing a bundle of messy dark hair and a fringe that’s fighting for its life underneath.

oddly enough, it only proves your first impression of him. 

a little… pitiful.

“oh,” he replies, as if only realizing he was doing it wrong this entire time. “that makes sense.”

you didn’t bother answering. instead, you took the paper cup from the stack, slid it into place, and pointed at the correct button. your finger lingered for a second before you tapped it yourself, watching as the machine finally sputtered to life, hissing steam and dispensing liquid salvation.

“see?” you muttered, already turning away. “not that hard.”

“mhm, yeah. i think i get it a bit more now.” he nods along, eyes watching as the coffee cup fills to the brim. “i’m sohee by the way.”

you’re not quite sure why he had decided to introduce himself, but it would have been rude to ignore him so you told him your name in return. he was a customer after all.

“you’re a lifesaver, by the way!” he calls after you with a lopsided grin, but you don’t answer this time, thinking that was probably going to be the last interaction you were going to have with him.

this was all going to be a one time thing now that you’ve helped him out… or so you thought—until the beeping returned the next day.

you peered over the register, rising from your crouched position like a storm cloud, and sure enough—hoodie boy was back, standing by the coffee vending machine again, and you swear on your measly hourly wage that he’s not even trying.

“your cup is upside down.”

he looked up like a kid caught sneaking snacks before dinner. “hey,” he said, eyes lighting up as if the two of you had decided to become friends after yesterday’s events. “fancy seeing you here.”

“i work here,” you deadpan.

“right. right.” he nods, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, “that makes sense.” 

you don’t bother asking what doesn’t make sense to him. instead, you walk over to grab the cup he had placed, fix it to the proper orientation, and press the right button with the ease of someone who’s done this dance one too many times.

“you know,” you start, watching the paper cup fill up, “it’s not rocket science.”

“but it is a pretty complex machine,” he counters innocently, “like, what even is a lungo?”

you blink. “…do you even know what you ordered?”

“no idea.” he quips without missing a beat, taking the cup of coffee once it was filled to the brim and the machine made a little jingle. he takes a sip of it like some taste tester before looking at you, wide-eyed. “it tastes good though!”

he gave you a thumbs-up after his rating and you could only blink at him. once, then twice. the clock read 5:11 a.m. and he was way too cheerful for someone who was allegedly sleep-deprived.

“whatever,” you said with the shake of your head, turning back toward the counter. “i’m going back now.”

“okay, see you tomorrow!”

tomorrow?

you frowned slightly but dismissed the thought—until he did show up again.

and again.

it wasn’t until day eight that you gave in and decided to question him—arms crossed, brows arched in thinly veiled suspicion—as you spotted his now-familiar figure hunched by the machine once more. 

“what are you trying to achieve here?” 

“what do you mean?”

“you act like you don't know how this damned machine works when ive been demonstrating how to order your own coffee the past few days!”

he opened his mouth only to quickly close it as if he’d just lost the answer he was about to tell you. now rocking on his heel, he scratched his cheek, looking mildly sheepish. “…maybe i just like the customer service?”

you just stared at him and he could sense your confusement from a mile away, causing him to clear his throat and regain composure. “…that was a joke,” he clarified quickly. “mostly. kind of.”

you could only react with a single blink and the silence only egged him to dig a deeper hole for himself.

“uh.” his ears went bright red. “i just liked seeing you. i mean—like—not in a creepy way! in a normal human interaction kind of way, you know? not that i think you’re abnormal. you’re not! like, you’re kinda cool in a way that’s—ugh, i’m not saying this right.” he deflated, using the coffee cup to shield his face as if it’d cover him up entirely. “i should probably stop talking.”

you fought back a laugh at the sight of the fidgeting boy in front of you. “probably.”

“okay.” he nodded quickly. “cool… shutting up now.” he took a long sip of his coffee like it would erase the last thirty seconds of his life. 

but alas, it did not.

“…i really do think the machine’s too complex, though,” he muttered after a beat, eyes still glued to the floor.

“sure,” you drawled, no longer hiding your intrigue for the boy. “totally. i believe you..”

“it has… buttons. those are hard to comprehend.”

“terrifying i bet.”

“and multiple cup sizes,” he added, voice small. “that’s like… too much for an indecisive person.”

you snorted—sharp, sudden, and entirely unintentional. the sound cracked through the air before you could help it, and for a second, even you looked surprised. sohee’s head snapped up immediately, eyes wide like he’d just witnessed a miracle. if he could’ve framed that laugh and hung it on a wall, he would have.

“see?” he said, tone light but laced with something gentler underneath. “that’s what i was going for. not trying to get us kicked out for laughing too loud in public or anything, but hey—i'll take what i can get.”

you rolled your eyes, but the corners of your lips betrayed you, curling into a smile despite yourself. something in your chest softened—a tightness loosening you hadn’t even realized was there. he noticed it, too. of course he did.

“okay, coffee boy,” you murmured, voice quieter now, almost fond. “i’ll see you tomorrow? same time?”

sohee's grin widened into something brighter, something unguarded. he leaned back slightly, the light catching in his eyes like they were made to reflect it. “for sure,” he said, like it was a promise.