#wonbin imagines

SHOTARO: praise kink & body worship shotaro is the sweetest dom you’ll ever beg for. his number one turn-on is praise. giving it, receiving it, breathing it into your skin while your body trembles under his. he tells you you're perfect every time you moan, cups your face while you cry through your orgasm and whispers “look at you, doing so good for me.” he holds your hips like you’re breakable, like your body is sacred. the kind of sex he gives is slow, deep, and so full of love it makes you feel like crying. he doesn’t rush. doesn’t chase his own release. he’s all about watching you melt. he’s also completely obsessed with body worship. especially when you’re insecure. he kisses your stretch marks, moans into your thighs, holds your tummy while he fucks you deep and tells you how beautiful you are when you break. “this body drives me insane,” he pants, brushing his lips over every inch of skin you once hid from him. he’ll eat you out with his arms wrapped tight around your thighs, eyes locked on yours like he needs to see how it wrecks you. and when you finally cum? he just smiles and says “that’s it, baby. show me how pretty you are.”

EUNSEOK: possessiveness kink & slow dominance eunseok doesn’t play games. he’s a slow, possessive dom. the type to keep eye contact as he eases in inch by inch, lips brushing your neck as he whispers “you’re mine. no one else gets to see this side of you.” he thrives on ownership: hand around your throat, cum dripping down your thighs, hickeys blooming over your chest. his voice stays calm while he wrecks you, every word firm and possessive. “you need me to remind you again? who this belongs to?” it’s not about jealousy, it’s about claiming what’s already his. he likes it slow. painfully, deliciously slow. he’ll tease your entrance with his cock while pinning your wrists, smirking as you whine for more. he wants to drag it out. watch your expression shift as your body gives in, trembling from how deeply he stretches you. “that’s it. take it all, baby.” he keeps your legs spread wide, his hips grinding down, fucking you through orgasm after orgasm until your brain shuts off. and when you’re ruined, shaking in his lap? he kisses your temple and whispers, “you’ll never need anyone else. not when you have me.”

SUNGCHAN: size kink & cockwarming sungchan is big, cocky, and dangerous. he doesn’t even have to say much. just grips your hips, bites his lip, and lets his body do the talking. his size kink is everything to him. he gets off on how small you look under him, how deep he gets inside you, how your stomach bulges just from his tip. “too much?” he grins, pushing in slower, watching you squirm. “nah, you can take it. look how good you’re doing already.” he holds you in place when you try to run, one arm around your waist, dragging out each thrust until you’re gasping. he also loves cockwarming. slipping inside you after a long day, cuddled up behind you, whispering “just wanna stay like this for a while.” he presses kisses to your shoulder, strokes your tummy while keeping you completely full. and when you clench around him? he chuckles low, “mm, baby… don’t start something you can’t finish.” sometimes he teases you with little thrusts. barely there, just enough to make you whimper. he loves knowing you're wet, desperate, trembling… and can’t do anything unless he says so.

WONBIN: jealousy kink & marking obsession wonbin is quiet until he’s not. his jealousy kink simmers beneath the surface. never explosive, just dangerous. the second someone else makes you laugh a little too hard, he’s got a hand on your waist, lips against your ear: “you think he could make you feel half as good as i do?” and the second you’re alone? he claims you. pulls you onto his lap, fucks you slow and rough until you're a crying mess. he doesn’t even need to raise his voice. it’s the look in his eyes, the way his cock presses so deep you feel it in your stomach. “say you’re mine. louder.” his obsession with marking is unreal. hickeys under your jaw, love bites on your chest, scratches down your thighs. every inch of your body needs to look like it belongs to him. he gets high off watching bruises bloom under his mouth, watching his cum drip out of you, wiping it back in with two fingers like “not done yet.” sometimes he’ll fuck you in front of a mirror, one hand on your throat, the other between your thighs, whispering “look at that. covered in me. exactly how you should be.” and then he kisses your lips like you’re his entire world.

SOHEE: brat tamer & orgasm control sohee’s not soft. he likes control. likes when you test him just so he can shut you up with his cock buried deep, lips curling into a grin as you cry. he’s a brutal brat tamer. not just spanking or pinning you down, but really making you beg. “keep talking,” he smirks while edging you with two fingers, eyes never leaving yours. “see where it gets you.” he knows your body too well. knows exactly when to pull away, exactly when to fuck you dumb, exactly when to lean in and whisper “i warned you.” and it only makes you want him more. his orgasm control is insane. he’ll edge you over and over until your thighs are shaking, your voice cracking, and your mind going numb. “not yet,” he murmurs, pulling his mouth away right before you cum. when he finally lets you finish, it’s because you’re sobbing. shaking. clinging to him like you’ll fall apart. and the second you cum? he keeps going. overstimulation, soft praise, his cock dragging through your tight walls while you tremble underneath him. he likes you ruined. not just once, but until you’re broken for real.

ANTON: emotional dominance & overstimulation anton is sweet, soft-spoken, and so dangerously dominant. he gets off on emotional control. the way your body reacts to his voice, his hands, his low murmurs of “you’re mine, baby… all mine.” he holds you like a lifeline and fucks you like you’ll never have anyone else. he likes when you fall apart in his arms. not just from pleasure, but from how deeply he loves you. his touch is slow, heavy, possessive. and when you cry from how much you feel? he kisses your cheeks and whispers “cry for me. i want it all.” his biggest weakness? overstimulation. he’ll drag it out for hours. mouth on your clit until your voice breaks, cock deep inside while your body begs for a break. but he just cups your face and moans “one more, you can give me one more.” and somehow, you do. he’s the kind of lover who breaks you with sweetness. slow grind, wet kisses, praise melting into filth until your body doesn’t even work right anymore. and when you finally collapse? he wraps you up in his hoodie and lets you cry it out, brushing your hair back like you didn’t just cum six times on his cock.

“What?” You said, turning off the car engine.

“My mom said that she doesn’t mind if we stay out late, and that she’s happy to look after Nina all night. She really wants us to… you know… connect.”

Wonbin looked at you through his lashes, his large eyes shining in the dim street lights.

“Mama Park is so dedicated to our sex life.” You laughed.

Wonbin blushed. “I think she just wants another grand baby as soon as possible.”

You gasped so quickly you almost choked on your own spit. “Nina’s not even one yet!”

Wonbin leaned over and squeezed your hand lovingly. “I know, I know. But… I do miss your body.”

You bit your lip.

Wonbin unbuttoned the top few buttons of his crisp black shirt, revealing his firm, brown chest. He noticed your eyes being drawn to his bare skin, and he smiled.

“It has been a long time since we…” you whispered, your mouth suddenly dry. “You want to do it right here? In our driveway?”

Wonbin leaned over the centre console and kissed you on the mouth, giving you his answer with his lips.

He tasted like tequila and lime. The feeling of his soft, warm tongue brushing against yours sent little shivers of pleasure straight to your pussy.

You reached your hands over to caress his broad shoulders. Except you were sitting in the driver’s seat, with the steering wheel in the way, so the angle was quite awkward.

Wonbin pulled away, his lips plump and shining with your gloss.

“Let’s take this to the back seat, mama,” he said, licking his lips. “I want to eat you out.”

You felt a swoop in your chest. Wonbin barely ever offered to give you head of his own accord.

“I dunno,” you mumbled.

“Come on,” Wonbin said, kissing your neck. “You used to love it when I did it in college.”

You gently pushed your husband off you. “That was a long time ago.”

Wonbin pouted. With his big eyes and thick lips, he was hard to resist.

You both got out of the car, the cool night air making you shiver. You closed the car door as quietly as possible, so as not to wake your family inside. Silently, you slid into the backseat.

You slipped off your heels whilst Wonbin unlaced his shoes.

Wonbin closed the space between you and kissed you again. He was more eager this time, smiling as his tongue pressed inside the cavern of your mouth.

His hands brushed over your shoulders, pushing down the straps of your dress, and then glided over your chest.

He pulled his mouth off you to get a better look. He pushed the silk fabric of your dress down below your breasts.

“Fuck, look how big they’ve gotten,” Wonbin said, eyes transfixed on your exposed breasts.

He cupped your heavy, milk-filled breast in his hand. He squeezed it gently, careful not to hurt you, groaning as he watched tiny beads of white drip from your dark nipples.

“Just a taste,” Wonbin murmured to himself, as he leant down and captured one of your nipples in his mouth. He began to suck.

You whimpered at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple. You were embarrassed at him tasting you, a little grossed out too, but way to turned on to care.

You felt moisture dampen your underwear.

“Wonbin, enough,” you said, pushing his head away. “Leave some for the baby.”

“Now for the main course,” Wonbin said, looking up at you and grinning.

He kissed down your stomach, towards your hips.

Crouched in the cramped space of the back seat, his large, athletic frame was way too big for the space. He shuffled so that he was kneeling between your thighs.

“Wait!” You tried to close your legs, but Wonbin’s heavy body made it impossible for you to do so.

Your cheeks burned.

“I didn’t think… well I wasn’t expecting that we’d… ugh!” You slammed your head back against the head rest and looked up at the roof of the car, too embarrassed to meet your husband’s eyes.

“What is it, Y/n?” Wonbin said, in a voice that was so gentle it melted your heart.

“I’ve been so busy with the baby that I haven’t had time to get my… you know, waxed. And I know you don’t like it when there’s hair there, so we don’t-”

“Shh,” Wonbin said, kissing the soft swell of your inner thigh. “I want to see my girl.”

“Are you sure, though?” You were shivering. You didn’t know if it was from the cold, or your current predicament.

“I’m sure, Y/n.” Wonbin said, eyes dark with a passion that you hadn’t seen in years. “I want to make you come with my mouth. A little hair isn’t going to stop me from doing that.”

“If you say so…” Sighing, you shifted your hips closer to Wonbin’s face.

That was all the permission he needed.

Wonbin reached forwards and brushed his fingers over the cotton of your panties. He pushed his finger into the damp patch, directly over your clit. You let out a quiet moan.

Wonbin curled his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. He started to pull them down, over your ass and to your thighs. But the space in the back of the car was too small for him to take them off properly.

“Fuck it,” he murmured. With one sharp yank, Wonbin ripped the panties clean off your body.

You yelped.

The cool air caressed your pussy.

Wonbin leaned closer, his dark brows furrowed in concentration. You could feel his breath on your sensitive skin.

You felt your cunt throb for him, the deep ache of it surprising you.

Wonbin reached forwards and spread your pussy lips with his long, bony fingers. You could feel your wetness sliding out of your hole.

“Don’t tease,” you gasped. “Just-”

You were cut off by the feeling of Wonbin’s mouth on your clit.

He didn’t hold back. He sucked your clit with so much force that it actually made you shudder. He opened his mouth wide, moaning as he lapped up your juices.

The pleasure was so intense that it took all your might not to push Wonbin away. Your hands flailed, and you grabbed onto the carseat beside you for support.

You imagined what you might look like to an outsider peering into the back of the car. Naked, silk dress bunched around your stomach, with a man’s face buried between your thighs.

The two of you were wild in college - one time, you jerked Wonbin off in the middle of a lecture, and he had to use a textbook to hide the wet patch in his pants. But in the last few years, you only ever had sex under the covers, and usually at night. It was loving, but tame.

Wonbin slipped two fingers into you, and pushed against the soft, jagged ridges just a few inches inside your cunt. It made a lewd squelching sound.

“Just like that- don’t stop!”

You could feel your orgasm approaching fast. The pleasure started building in your toes, curling up your legs and stomach till it burst, white hot.

The feeling was so strong that it was almost painful.

Wonbin tightened his grip on your hips as he licked you through your orgasm. He only stopped when you pushed against his head, whining.

“That was hot,” Wonbin grinned, lips shining. “I’ve been dreaming about that for ages.”

You reached out and wiped the slick of Wonbin’s dark red lips.

“You’re such a dork,” you said, sighing. Post-orgasm, your body felt limp, like a stretched out noodle.

“Hey, you married me!” He said, laughing.

Wonbin crawled up your body and captured your lips in a kiss. You felt him fumble with the zipper of his trousers as he kissed you. He pulled himself out of his boxers.

You felt his cock, hot and stiff, press against the bare skin of your thigh. You could tell that he wanted to penetrate you.

You both looked down at the space between you.

Wonbin’s cock, as wide as a can of cola and flushed a deep red, was standing to attention.

He gripped his cock in one hand and rubbed it over the slick curves of your pussy. He was coating the tip of his dick with your wetness, groaning at the feeling.

Every time his cock slid over your clit, you jolted.

Wonbin guided his cock down towards your hole. He positioned himself so that all he had to do was push his hips an inch forwards. One easy slide, and he’d be buried deep inside you.

You could tell Wonbin was thinking about it. His dark eyes were almost crossed in concentration, and glued to your pussy.

“Wonbin. Condom.” You breathed.

Wonbin didn’t respond. He was staring at your cunt like it held all the answers of the universe.

You placed a hand on his chest. “Wonbin. Seriously, we can’t do this without a condom.”

The tip of his cock squeezed against your hole. You could feel his girth begin to stretch you out, even after all these years of fucking him.

You reached down and wrapped your hand around his dick, stopping him from penetrating you.

“Baby, do you really want another kid?” You said, squeezing the firm, solid flesh of his cock.

As if waking from a trance, Wonbin pulled his gaze away from your cunt. He stared at you with wide, glassy eyes.

“Fuck. Sorry. You’re right. What was I thinking?”

You pouted. You were looking forward to getting speared by your husband. But it looked like it was going to have to wait.

Your hand was still wrapped around the base of his cock. Wonbin jerked his hips forward, almost on instinct, desperate for some friction. He began to thrust pathetically into your hand.

“Wait!” you gasped. “Glove compartment! I bought some last month, and I’m pretty sure I forgot to bring them inside.”

“You’re serious?” Wonbin said, eyes lighting up.

You nodded, smiling.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Wonbin said, pressing kisses to your lips and cheek between every word.

You giggled. “Just hurry up and get one.”

Wonbin twisted his long and narrow body through the gap between the front seats, reaching for the glove compartment.

It was a funny sight. Wonbin’s pants and boxers were around his thighs, leaving his firm, muscled butt completely naked.

He turned back towards you, a shiny foil wrapper in his hand.

Wonbin's face lit up in a smile. His cheeks were flushed dark. A light sheen of sweat on his skin made him glow. You couldn't help but admire just how handsome he was right now.

Wonbin pulled the condom onto himself, hissing from the stimulation.

He stroked the curve of your hip.

“Ready?” He asked, searching your face.

You nodded.

Wonbin guided the tip of his dick to your wet pussy. He pushed in, slowly at first.

You felt the pleasurable stretch as he buried his fat cock inside you. It was a dull ache - half pain, half pleasure, like pushing a bruise.

“Fuck, Wonbin, you feel so good,” you moaned.

It had been a long time since you'd last been fucked. The stretch was almost unfamiliar. Your pussy throbbed, and to your surprise, you came around his cock. Your second orgasm washed over you, less intense than the first one, but just as nice.

Wonbin felt you clench around him. The feeling made him almost come on the spot.

“Did you just come again?” He asked.

“Uh huh,” you said, blushing.

You felt his dick twitch inside you. Wonbin pushed himself in until you were full of him.

He started to thrust into you. Fast. Not gentle. His solid, narrow hips smacked against you with every thrust. His hip bones were sharp against your pelvis.

You let your head fall back against the seat.

The sound of your pussy squelching bounced around the small space of the car.

You leant up to suck on Wonbin's neck as he fucked you. When you pushed your tongue into the groove of his collarbone, he whimpered.

Wonbin gripped your waist as he pummelled into you, chasing his own release.

Your thighs knocked against the car door. There would probably be a bruise tomorrow, but right now, you couldn't care less.

Wonbin let out a strangled sob.

He pushed himself deep. So deep, that in the cramped space of the backseat, you almost felt like one person, not two.

“Fuck, Y/n-”

He groaned as he came, spilling hot and deep inside you. You felt a warm, tingly feeling as he filled the condom.

His whole body shook above you. He was using his muscles to hold himself off you, but in that moment, his body gave in, and he slumped down onto you.

You both lay there, panting, in the back seat of the car. The air smelt like sex and sweat.

You wrapped your arms around Wonbin and pulled him into a hug. You smoothed your hands across the broad expanse of his back.

Wonbin hugged you back, tightly.

“I love you,” he murmured into your neck.

With his arms wrapped around you and his cock inside you, you felt so safe. Perfection.

A light turned on inside the house.

You peered out of the car window, to see that a bedroom light had just been switched on.

You tapped Wonbin’s shoulder.

“We should go. I think your mom's awake with the baby.”

Wonbin nodded. He took a deep breath, and then slowly, agonisingly slowly, he pulled his cock out of you.

“That was so fun,” he said, handing you your heels.

You grinned. “I know right.”

Wonbin’s dark eyes twinkled mischievously as he helped you out of the car.

“Now that I think about it,” he said. “Another kid wouldn't be such a bad idea. At least then we'd have an excuse for a round two.”

You gasped. “Wonbin!”

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whether it was cooking for him, listening to him ramble about his worries, comforting him when he felt down, or sucking his cock after a long day, you were always there for him, and he loved every single second of it.

ㅤand, of course, wonbin returned the favor— vocally, materialistically, and physically.

wonbin was perplexed at how easily pleased you were at first since he wanted to spoil you a lot more in exchange for every smile and laugh you gave him, but now he just got used to letting it happen naturally even though he still had to be sneaky just for it to happen in the first place.

at first, you would give back a piece of dessert he’d share with you, only taking one bite. no matter how long wonbin waited for you to take another, you were too busy smiling and listening to him that he had to feed you himself.

when he tried cooking breakfast for you one time, he burnt the fried rice and all you did was laugh and tease him about it. wonbin was sulking the entire day, not because you teased him, but because you had to eat a bad batch of fried rice because of him.

sometimes, wonbin wondered what desires went through your head, or if you even had any. he wishes you had at least one so he could fulfill it for you the same way you do for him every single time.

wonbin had been thinking about this for so long that it slipped his mind that his own birthday was coming up soon.

this year, he was determined to make sure you were also happy while you pampered him. although he wishes you’d be more greedy, the same way he was all the time, but wonbin didn’t mind waiting— there was nothing more satisfying than seeing you give in to him after all.

ㅤ”bbin? do you want a picture with your birthday cake?”

wonbin’s eyes met yours, your phone in one hand and a lighter for the candle in your other hand. he couldn’t help but smile, nodding at your suggestion.

before you could move away, his hand pulled you close, taking you by surprise. wonbin held you close, arm wrapped around your waist as he reached for your phone.

”i’ll hold the phone. you go light up the candles, baby,” he smiles, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against the crook of your neck, a gesture that made you ticklish every time.

you could only laugh in spite of your confusion, lighting the candles on his birthday cake. wonbin chuckles as he positioned his arm upwards, pointing the phone down so that you two were in the frame along with the lit up birthday cake.

wonbin was turning twenty-four this year, marking your third year together as a couple.

he knew how much effort you put in just to custom order his birthday cake, and that reignited his desire to give back the same love you keep giving him tirelessly.

”ready?” he asked, angling the phone slightly as he waited for your go signal.

you looked at the screen, fixing your hair and clothes. wonbin thought it was adorable when you started practicing your smile, playfully taking a photo without warning.

”hey!” you exclaimed, turning your head back and slapping his thigh softly. he could only laugh in return, smiling as he whispered his apologies against your cheek.

you turned your head back towards the camera, thinking deeply about what to do. it took everything out of wonbin not to snap another photo, grinning like a fool as he watched you through the screen.

after a few seconds, your expression finally brightened up, eliciting a small giggle from wonbin himself.

you laid your head against his, smiling brightly at the phone in his hand. wonbin’s heart fluttered at the smile on your face, pressing a kiss on the side of your head before taking a few photos.

once he was satisfied and a little impatient, wonbin put the phone down and immediately wrapped his arms around you until you were sitting on his thighs. your giggles filled his ears as he pressed kisses all over your face and neck.

it didn’t take much to get you both worked up. wonbin was now leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck, hands ghosting along your spine, making your body shudder in response.

he let out a moan at your reaction, pressing you closer to his body, desperate to feel every part of you.

”baby, your cake’s going to melt if you keep doing this.”

wonbin shakes his head stubbornly, biting your neck as he watched your expression. he wanted something else now, and seeing you react like this was all he cared about.

you placed a hand on his shoulder, “it’s an ice cream cake, bbin. and we can’t fool around on the dining table.” your tone was more serious this time, a clearer warning despite the growing heat in your stomach from his kisses alone. still, wonbin couldn’t stop his wandering hands.

”it’s cold out anyway; it won’t melt,” he argues back, keeping a watchful eye on your reaction as his hand began to fondle the swell of your tits. wonbin was willing to compromise if you really weren’t in the mood for it, otherwise he’d rather keep going because hearing your soft whimpers was sweeter than any dessert.

a breathless gasp escaped your lips and that was all the confirmation he needed to hear.

ㅤ”fuck it— it’s my birthday anyway,” wonbin groans, picking you up in his arms.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, burying your face into his neck as he moved around. it took you some time to realize that he was taking too long to get to the bedroom, prompting you to raise your head just to see what he was doing.

wonbin just finished placing his birthday cake in the freezer, a giggle slipping out of your lips. he could only laugh back shyly, “did i keep you waiting?”

”it’s okay,” you whispered, cupping his cheeks to bring his focus back to you. wonbin was more than happy to lavish you with attention, his lips finding yours before you knew it.

your back hit a hard surface, pressed in between his body and the table. wonbin laid you down on the dining table he just cleared, one hand supporting the back of your head as he rolled his hips against your heat.

his lips never left yours, devouring you hungrily to the point that your lips were starting to bruise. your head was spinning from all the pleasure you were feeling all at once, hands holding tightly on his shirt.

you part your thighs even more so you could feel him better, anything to amplify the pleasure you were both feeling. he was already hard and throbbing, making you lose any remaining inhibition you had. his desperation for you was clear and it was enough to keep you going.

hearing moans fall from your lips made him hiss, brows furrowing at how desperate he was feeling just from the friction alone. it almost slipped wonbin’s mind that he wanted to show you just how much he appreciated you in the simplest way he could think of— one you couldn’t ignore or deny.

you were hit with confusion when wonbin pulled away, panting heavily as he stared down at you. “baby?” you called out, arms reaching out to hold him. you didn’t want the pleasure to end yet and you could tell he was holding back for some reason.

wonbin’s eyes twinkled under the dim light, a smirk on his face as his hands traveled lower to your hips. he leaned in to kiss your neck, making sure your body doesn’t cool off while his hands worked to take your shorts off.

it only took one pull but he was taking his damn time, frustrated whimpers escaping your lips. wonbin chuckles, enjoying the rare sight of you being this desperate and needy for him.

”bbin,” you whined, wiggling your hips to help him take it off faster. wonbin didn’t want to keep you waiting, but, fuck, every whimper out of you was doing something to him.

his lips slowly trailed down your chest, kissing your skin through the fabric of your shirt. you were so desperate for contact that it felt as if his lips were on your bare skin instead. wonbin gripped on the hem of your shirt, pushing it up to your chest and baring your torso to him.

his mouth was now on your navel, his teeth grazing against your sensitive skin as he left hot kisses all the way down. you could only sigh and gasp, shuddering as your fingers tangled through his hair.

wonbin pulled back slightly to look up at you, to see the expression on your face. he smiled to himself when he saw your flushed cheeks and parted lips— a clear look of desperation on your face.

”don’t worry, baby. i got you,” he breathed out, fingers hooked under your already soaked panties, your arousal stringing against the fabric as he pulled it down. a groan escaped him; the sight of your wetness was enough to make his cock throb under his sweatpants, straining through the stretchy fabric.

”you’re already so wet but you could give me more than this, right?” he whispered, making you feel ticklish from his breath hitting your sensitive pussy, walls clenching around nothing.

this didn’t escape wonbin’s attention, sticking his tongue out to lick a stripe up from your entrance to your swollen clit. you let out a moan in surprise, thighs closing in on his head.

he chuckles and you felt shivers down your spine, propping yourself up with your elbows to look at him. wonbin grabbed your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulder as he lavished attention to your swollen nub.

his tongue was pointed, flicking against your clit while his thumbs were spreading your folds apart. your wetness was starting to overflow from his teasing, dripping down onto the table underneath you.

”w-wonbin,” you whimper, reaching down to run your fingers through his thick hair, pulling him out of his daze to look up at you. his focus was all on you now, as if he was ready to give anything to you with just one word.

you bite your lower lip, drawing blood from the bruise you got from making out earlier. “it feels too empty inside,” you whispered, embarrassed by the words that escaped your lips.

wonbin smiled, “be more clear, baby. you want my tongue or my fingers?”

you shuddered, staring into his eyes; his tongue could stretch you out and mess you up but his fingers would be able to reach that spot deep inside you. just the thought of having either one inside you made your pussy twitch again.

it was clear from your expression that you were debating over your options, which meant that the choice was now up to wonbin— and you were in luck because he knew what would satisfy you best.

he smiled widely, dipping back down to wrap his mouth over your clit, tongue flicking against your sensitive bundle of nerves with more enthusiasm. moans kept pouring out of your mouth, thighs trembling around his head.

wonbin used his left hand to keep one thigh open, while his right hand began to tease your entrance. he slipped two fingers inside smoothly, curling it up to hit that spot you liked so much.

your back arched off the table, mouth dropping open with a soft gasp. “w-wonbin!” you moan breathily, stomach already tensing up just from his fingertips rubbing on your spot.

the combined sensation of his tongue and fingers made your entire body tense up, hips rolling in pleasure. a familiar heat was building up from your lower stomach, breathless whimpers escaping your lips. you tug on his hair more forcefully, but he refused to budge.

wonbin doubled his efforts, licking and sucking on your clit, your wanton moans ringing in his ear while his fingers began to move faster, pressing on your sensitive spot. your thighs were tense, feet crossed against his back while your hips stayed in the air. his left hand massaged your thigh in a comforting manner, as if he was telling you to just let go.

”wonbin- wonbin, i’m- i’m close,” you breathed out, head thrown back as you try to catch your breath. you closed your eyes, brows furrowed as the heat spread throughout your body and released just as quickly as your orgasm crashed down on you.

you let out strained moans, hips falling back down the table, causing wonbin’s mouth to unlatch from your clit. he watched as your juices spilled out, your pussy glistening under the dim light of the room.

wonbin moans at the sight, biting down on his plump lower lip. he watched as your chest heaved up and down, body still tense and trembling with pleasure. he knew you could still take more.

he leans back in, mouth finding your sensitive heat once more. you let out a cry, eyes going wide in surprise. “w-wonbin?!” you whimper, desperately pulling on his hair. you were far too sensitive, strength leaving your body as he continued to overstimulate you.

when he felt your fingers leave his hair, wonbin lets out a contented hum. his left hand spread your folds apart while his right hand reached down to palm his throbbing erection. he was painfully hard, a wet spot forming on his sweatpants and getting on his palm the more he tried to relieve himself.

wonbin never really realized how much of a turn on it was to see someone you love lose themselves to pleasure. if he wasn’t too busy losing himself to pleasure whenever they made love, maybe he would’ve noticed sooner.

ㅤhell, if he’d known much earlier, he would’ve understood why you loved going down on him so much.

he closed his eyes, tongue spread out as he rolled your clit around with it, drawing your pleasure out instead of forcing another one out of you so soon. wonbin whimpers against your pussy, his hand now jerking his cock through his pants.

he pulls away briefly to pull his cock out his sweatpants, nibbling on your folds. “fuck, baby,” wonbin breathes out, hand pumping his aching cock even more. his brows furrowed in pleasure, squeezing the tip in his palm as his tongue traced around your heat.

wonbin kept moaning against your clit, thrusting his tongue shallowly into your clenching walls. his precum was leaking onto his hand, coating his entire length. his moans sent vibrations through your body, making you feel it deep inside you.

you moaned, heat building up in your lower stomach once again. you could see wonbin’s arm moving desperately from where you laid and it wasn’t difficult to guess that he was feeling just as needy as you were.

”bbin, baby,” you purred, reaching down to cup his cheek. wonbin stared up at you with glossy eyes, his plump lips glistening from your juices. “come here, please,” you whine softly.

wonbin was more than happy to oblige, getting up from where he was hunched over. he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you eagerly. wonbin pushed his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a soft moan from you. you could taste yourself on his tongue, a sweet and salty taste coating your mouth.

his body covered yours once more, the sticky precum from his rock hard cock dribbling on your stomach. you shuddered when wonbin nudged the tip of his cock against your entrance.

”wonbin, please,” you gasped out.

”baby, i got you,” he whispered, deep voice sending shivers throughout your entire body. wonbin kissed your jaw, whimpering as he pushed the tip of his cock into your tight entrance.

he hissed, “fuck, baby. relax a little for me, yeah?” wonbin thrusted shallowly, pushing more of his length in with each roll of his hips. your walls were clenching around him, and it was far too much for someone who was feeling just as desperate for release.

you sighed softly when he bottomed out deep inside you, eyes rolling back at how full it made you feel. wonbin’s lips found yours again, kissing you softly as his hips began to rock back and forth. he ran his hands up and down your waist before gripping onto your thighs, pushing them open.

you could tell wonbin was trying to draw it out for as long as he could, his bottom lip trembling against yours. he moans against your mouth, brows furrowing in pleasure. wonbin’s hips began to pick up the pace, both of you breaking the kiss to moan.

”fuck, fuck- i can’t hold it much longer, baby,” wonbin groans, hips slapping against your thighs. he licks a stripe down your neck, biting on the skin by your throat, feeling it vibrate as you moaned in pleasure.

wonbin was starting to feel restless, desperate for release while waiting for your own orgasm. you weren’t too far but it would take more for you than just thrusting wildly, a whimper escaping your lips.

he winced, hanging his head as his body shuddered. “ah, fuck,” wonbin whispered against your skin, his warm cum filling you deep inside with each stuttering thrust.

you took a deep breath when he stopped moving, convinced that he was done for a while. you were feeling just as spent, especially after he overstimulated you earlier.

ㅤso it took you by surprise when he began moving again, the table underneath you shaking once more.

”w-wonbin?” you whined, eyes starting to tear up from how overwhelmed you were starting to feel. his cum was sloshing deep inside you, making a noise with every thrust he made.

you couldn’t even see his face, head buried in your cleavage, yet his thrusts were relentless and showed no signs of slowing down as if he didn’t cum seconds ago.

”bbin, i’m- this is too much for me!” you cried out, nails sinking into the skin by his shoulders.

wonbin slipped his hands under your hips, lifting it up slightly to hit that spot you liked so much. and without fail, the tip of his cock was already pressing down on it, hips never stopping the rhythm he was on.

you threw your head back against the table, moans growing louder as he hit your sensitive spot over and over.

he was whimpering weakly despite the focused movements of his hips, body still trembling from his orgasm earlier.

“wonbin, b-baby.. i'm cumming!” you gasped out, back arching mid-air as your body shook from the waves of your own orgasm.

shivers ran through his entire being as your walls finally clamped down on him, cum still flowing out of his tip even as he pulled out. wonbin gripped his length, squeezing out the remainder of his release onto your lower stomach. he finally raised his head back up to look at you, seeing a satisfied look on your face.

wonbin chuckles tiredly, using his other hand to cup your cheek. he ran his thumb over your flushed cheek, finding it adorable how pleased you look.

“did you like that?” he asked softly, voice slightly hoarse from earlier. “i wanted to make it feel good for you,” wonbin admits, “did i scare you?”

you let out a small laugh, “for me? even though it’s your birthday today?”

he stared into your eyes, wanting to show how sincere each of his words were, “that hardly matters. you make it feel like my birthday is everyday already.”

“then that means i did my job well,” you chuckled.

wonbin hums, nuzzling into the crook of you neck. “you do. that’s why i want you to let me spoil you too,” he sighed, “i’d do anything to make you feel the same way you make me feel.”

you ran your fingers through his hair, he tense shoulders relaxing from your touch. “baby, i love you just as much. you don’t have to do anything different,” you sigh softly.

”even if i wanted to?”

”if it’s something you want to do, then i won’t stop you. but if it’s something you feel burdened by, then i don’t want it,” you explained, pulling his head back so you could look at him properly.

his face was still flushed from pleasure, pupils dilated, reflecting only you in his eyes. wonbin smiled slightly, “then i’ll keep doing what i’m already doing. after all, i just found out how good it could be when i’m the one giving.”

you laughed in disbelief, finally realizing why he was acting so differently earlier.

”so giving oral is your idea of giving?” wonbin lifts you up in his arms as you asked your question, a pleased smile on his face. you held onto him as he made his way to the bedroom with you in his arms, still waiting for a response.

”if you’re waiting for an answer, don’t,” he grins, placing you down onto the bed with a soft thud, “i plan on answering it in a different way.”

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.

“Oh, he’s dead,” Jia whispered beside you, half-laughing.

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.

“Where’s Wonbin?” Jihoon asked immediately, half-joking, half-concerned.

“Alive,” you said. “Unfortunately.”

He relaxed.

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 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.”