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mei-sunshine52 · 19 days

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the constant vibration of his phone wakes wonbin from his nap. he squints, lifting his head to look for his phone when he realizes someone was beside him. wonbin smiles so widely when he watches you sleep peacefully in his arms.

he decides to ignore his ringing phone and snuggles closer to you, tightly wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. pressing gentle kisses along your shoulder blades as his arms roam your body, reminiscing the events that occurred moments ago.

“bin?” you murmred, turning around to face him as you stirring awake when you feel wet kisses trail from your shoulders up to your cheek

“hi” wonbin replies, capturing your lips in a lingering kiss.

you giggle, turning to face him. you stare at his face with the biggest smile on his face. you still can’t believe it. you’re finally back with wonbin. this time with no guilty conscience. this time, it was real. real feelings for the boy right in front of you

cupping his face, you pull him in for another kiss. wonbin hums in contentment. man, he could get used to this

“what time is it?” wonbin pulls away and moves to get his phone on the foot of the bed. when he opens his phone, his eyes widened at the amount of notifications that were on the screen.

“oh fuck the guys!” he exclaims, completely forgetting that you two were supposed to head back to the guys after dropping everything off

you raised an eyebrow as you reach for your own phone. as if on cue, your phone that rings. it was from eunseok

“shit eunseok is calling me” you tell wonbin before answering the phone

“hell-”

“where the fuck are you guys?!” eunseok cuts you off. you wince at the loudness of his voice, even removing the phone from your ear. wonbin shuts his phone off as he watches you talk with your brother

“we’ve been waiting here for hours! where did you guys go? did you two go back to seoul without us or something?!” eunseok bombards you with questions.

you make a face at wonbin, you two were so caught up in the moment that you two lost track of time and completely forgot about the guys that were waiting back at the park. wonbin holds in his laugh as you put the phone on speaker

“sorry seok. we got a little… preoccupied with some stuff but we’re on our way back now” you lie, biting your lip as you hold in your giggles. wonbin laughs and shakes his head before getting up from the bed to get you a towel since you two were gonna leave anyway

“you better be back for us! we just took a taxi back to the central market so tell wonbin to drive your asses there” and with that eunseok ends the call. you release the breath you were holding as you take in everything that just happened

from the heart to heart confession and to… that… what a day

“are they still at park?” wonbin walks back to his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. he hands you a spare towel as he motions you to come with him to shower.

“nope. they’re at central market now” you tell him, checking the time on your phone which read 7PM

wonbin laughs out loud. his laugh contagious that you also start laughing at the realization you two made the guys wait all afternoon

you still can’t believe what just happened. it still hasn’t sinked in that you finally got everything out of your system that one thing led to another and now you’re in the shower with wonbin as you two freshen up to meet the guys

“what are you thinking about?” wonbin asks, poking your nose as he lathers shampoo on your head

“everything that happened..?” you say it like it’s a question. wonbin cocks his head to the side as he waits for you to continue and elaborate what you mean

“like.. us” you point to yourself and wonbin, “like we like each other for real this time”

“i’ve liked you for a while now” wonbin points out like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “from when we started going out on dates i realized it wasn’t just pretend anymore” wonbin admits while scrubbing his body

you can’t help but stare at him. you can’t believe how blind you were from the very beginning. so that little plan about a new and improved fake boyfriend act of his was just his way on slowly showing his feelings towards you

“i’m so-”

“shhh” wonbin shushes you, a finger on your lips. “what’s done is done. what’s important is that we talked things out and now look at us, showering together after…” wonbin trails off

with the implication of what he’s trying to say, you gasp in both shock and embarrassment. you slap wonbin on the chest before he bursts out laughing

“okay i’ll shut up now”

“you better!”

after the shower, you look at yourself at the mirror. eyes widening at wonbin’s work of art that was scattered all over your neck up to your chest

“PARK WONBIN!” you yell out from the bathroom. how the fuck are you gonna cover this up?

wonbin comes rushing in the bathroom after hearing you yell. he was fixing some stuff around the house before you two leave, even putting your clothes to the dryer so it would be fresh from the laundry

”what?!” wonbin looks around for any possible intruder for you to yell bloody murder in his house.

he then spots your (cute) angry face pointing to your neck. his eyes follow and there he sees his art work. wonbin leans against the door frame as he smirks, feeling proud of what he did.

“how am i gonna explain this to the guys!?” you exclaim, lowkey fearing for your life if eunseok ever does see it- which is not the move!

“you can tell them you’re mine now” wonbin says smugly, even chuckling to himself like it was the most amusing thing in the world

“GET ME A CONCEALER” you yell out, stomping your leg as you click your tongue in annoyance. hopefully you can cover this up.. you’re thanking yourself that you even brought makeup on this trip and left it in your bag, who knows what could happen if you didn’t

“yes ma’am!” wonbin raises his hand in a mock salute as he scurries off to find your bag to get you what you requested (more like demanded)

hopefully you can cover his marks up..

between the lines ★ we are so back

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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mei-sunshine52 · 20 days

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between the lines ★ afternoon bliss

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★ warnings .ᐟ explicit content ahead! wc. 5.3k. nothing too rowdy just read to find out and enjoy <3 p.s go easy on me its my first time writing something like this....

★ notes .ᐟ HELLO.. WE HAVE ARRIVED AT OUR DESTINATION. we have waited for this moment since this fic started getting numbers. i hope you enjoy the fruits of my labor and this is dedicated to everyone who waited for this very moment.. all i can say is enjoy! :]

“what’s with the long face, y/n? aren’t you enjoying the view?” you hear shotaro ask. you were too engrossed looking at what seems to be wonbin’s new instagram story that you barely registered what he just said

“what?” you blurt, shutting off your phone before they could take a peek on what you were looking at

turns out it didn’t matter if you shut your phone off cause eunseok and sungchan would be the one to air out your business

“she’s disappointed wonbin isn’t coming” eunseok yells out, loud enough for everyone to hear. you let out a loud groan as you covered your face before running to give them another smack

“NO I WASN’T” you deny, running after eunseok who was laughing his ass off. the rest of the guys giggle at the scene in front of them. seems like shotaro’s initial plan was working although it was unfortunate that wonbin isn’t where you guys are currently at due to some errands

while you were pulling on eunseok’s shirt, trying to smack the living lights out of him, shotaro was busy typing on his phone, constantly asking wonbin is he could come only to be left on delivered

“do you think he’s coming?” anton asks out loud. with a smile, shotaro answers

“of course! it’s wonbin we’re talking about”

anton shrugs after. walking over to sohee and seunghan who were taking turns to take pictures on the children’s playground

having enough of beating eunseok up (he was left unscathed by the way), you head towards a nearby bench to catch your breath.

was it really too obvious on your face that you were a little disappointed? no, “little” is an understatement, you were definitely disappointed. you thought this was the perfect time to talk to each other as it was such a sunny day out.

you start to think about if you said some things out of the ordinary the night before. you’re afraid that you said too much that it potentially scared wonbin away for good. you internally curse yourself for being such a dumbass and constantly making dumb decisions that you obviously regret later on. so much for living in the moment, right?

have you told wonbin what you really felt last night? did you tell him that you finally realized that you like him? did you tell him that you regret every single thing that led up to your arrangement with him in the first place? did you-

your thoughts were cut short when you felt someone tower over you

“you’re gonna get wrinkles if you keep scrunching your face like that”

your eyes widened. you know that voice anywhere. you look up to see it was the boy you’ve been thinking about. the boy who’s been living inside your mind for months now. the boy you’ve been yearning for

it was wonbin

wonbin smiles when you two make eye contact. he was about to say something til someone calls his name from the distance

“WONBIN-AH!” shotaro yells, jumping in joy when his friend actually pulled through like he said he would try to.

wonbin excuses himself before walking over to the rest of the guys who again, crowd him like it was the first time they saw him

“you came.. you really came!” sohee chants, totally not expecting him to actually catch up with you guys at the park.

wonbin laughs and shoos them away. “i came as soon as i finished my errands. i didn’t even get to drop them off at home. they’re just in the car cause seems like you guys were having too much fun without me” he jokes. which was half true in his defense. he did leave the things his parents asked him to get in the back of his car and yeah obviously he’s feeling a little fomo again but the real reason why he hurried his errands to get to where you guys were at was because of you

it’s always because of you

if you asked him to drop his errands to hang out with you guys today, he probably would’ve

but you didn’t.

“wait, where’s y/n?” eunseok asks, doing a headcount and notices that you were missing. wonbin throws his thumb back at you back at the bench, sitting quietly watching them

watching the scene unfold him and taking everything to account, sungchan suddenly gets an idea

“wonbin, why don’t you drop off the things you bought at your house then come back to us? so you could drive us around and show us around town more?” sungchan proposes. the guys all eye him weirdly. why would sungchan suddenly say that?

eunseok suddenly remembers you talking about how you have to go back to wonbin’s house somehow cause you left your clothes after panicking that you realized where you were

“you can take y/n with you too since she forgot something at your place” eunseok adds, his elbow resting on sungchan’s shoulder as they look at wonbin with an expression wonbin can’t read

what are they trying to do?

the rest of the guys just made confused sounds. until shotaro clasps his hands together, piecing everything together.

“that’s right! that was the plan if you would catch up with us and luckily you did.” shotaro chimes in, saving eunseok and sungchan’s asses

sohee, seunghan and anton can only glance at each other in confusion. what was going on?

“then can i come? i want to see wonbin hyung’s hou-” sohee chirps only for his mouth to be covered by shotaro. whispering he can’t cause they’re trying to get you and wonbin some alone time

and seunghan and anton finally get it

wonbin only raises an eyebrow at their odd behavior. although he had a feeling on what they were doing with just one look from shotaro that basically screams, “talk to each other”

with a shrug, wonbin puts his hands up in mock surrender.

“fine, i’ll come back for you guys” wonbin says flatly. although on the inside he was lowkey panicking. he wasn’t prepared for this today. hell, you guys in ulsan was the last thing on his 2024 bucket list.

“great! now let me call my sister. y/n! come here!” eunseok yells out.

you were just mindlessly minding your business trying to think about the words you wanted to say to wonbin if ever you were given the chance to talk to him privately til you hear your brother calling for your name

you cock your head to the side as you mouth “what?”. not wanting to get up from the bench. you were still feeling like shit from your hangover but mostly because of wonbin

eunseok rolls his eyes and motions you to come over. standing on your ground you shake your head no. not wanting to participate in any plan making because all you wanted to do right now was rot in bed and think about your dumb mistakes

to your surprise (not) eunseok, sungchan walked over to you instead.

“what now?” you breathe out, looking up at them with a tired expression on your face

“wonbin’s going home to drop off some stuff and you’re coming with him” sungchan says, eyeing wonbin on the side who was talking to shotaro

your eyes widened. why?

“aren’t you guys coming too?” you ask, there was no way in hell you’re gonna be stuck in the car with wonbin right now. you’re not ready for that yet

eunseok shakes his head no. “nope. we’re gonna wait here since after he’s done dropping off his stuff, he’s gonna come back to get us to show us around ulsan”

you raised an eyebrow at this. so if he’s only dropping something off, why are you coming with?

“didn’t you forget your clothes at his house?” sungchan suddenly brings up.

oh yeah, you did forget your clothes, but why do you have to come all the way to get it yourself when wonbin was still gonna come back for you guys even if you didn’t go with him?

before you can say anything eunseok cuts you off by calling wonbin that you two should leave now since it was still pretty early

“wonbin! you guys can go now” eunseok says, pulling your arm as he drags you to where wonbin was at

“what? i didn’t agree yet-”

“see you guys later!” shotaro waves you off as he drags everyone out of the area, leaving you and wonbin alone

you feel a vein pop in your head as you start to put two and two together. those bitches.. they just wanted you alone with wonbin for reasons that are so painfully obvious.

that’s when everything finally clicked. on why you all decided to head out to ulsan on such short notice

after a beat of silence, wonbin breaks the ice

“shall we go..?” he says quietly, not really knowing what to do.

“y-yeah” you stammered, inwardly cringing at the awkward atmosphere. you aren’t used to this wonbin. the wonbin you were once with never made anything awkward whether you two were just in silence. you’re starting to hate yourself for the way things are now with him

the walk to wonbin’s car was painfully silent. it wasn’t even the comfortable silence that you’re used to. it was the type of silence that if you focused hard enough, you could hear both of your hearts beating

when you got to the car, a part of you for some reason expected that he’d open your side of the door like he usually does. you can only imagine the awkward tension when wonbin noticed that you were just standing by the passenger door, looking at him

“what’s wrong?” wonbin asks, looking around if there was anything that bothered you but there was nothing but cars. “are you not gonna get in?” he asks again, maybe a little too sassy for your liking. if you two still had something, maybe you would’ve yelled at him for being sassy with you but since you were in this weird ambiguous relationship? if you could even call it that, you just looked stupid for even expecting such gesture

“oh. right, sorry” you snap out of your thoughts and opened the car door, getting inside as you feel yourself turn red out of pure embarrassment

wonbin blinks before getting in himself. he wordlessly starts the car and backs out and goes on his day with you in his passenger seat

and if that wasn’t bad enough, the car ride to his house was worse.

you were feeling a sense of deja vu all over again. you in the car with wonbin, driving through ulsan. something you two usually did back in seoul just to hang out and talk about whatever.

the car ride dates were always your favorite. something about just sitting prettily on the passenger seat, being wonbin’s “passenger princess” as he likes to call you was just something so dear to the both of you

only for you to ruin everything

the car comes to a stop at a stoplight and usually at this point in the car ride, wonbin would play with your hands as you two wait for the lights to turn green. even probably take selfies or talk about your day and the such.

if you got food prior, you would be spoon feeding wonbin as he kept his eyes on the road. messily wiping sauces or ice cream off his lips, laughing at how clumsy he was for missing the food.

or wonbin singing along to whatever that was playing on aux with his free hand resting on your thigh.

simply the simple joys of life.

now at a stoplight, wonbin strictly kept his eyes on the road. his right hand on the steering wheel, fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel as the other propped against the window, with his head leaned slightly against the glass.

you aren’t used to this.

the aux was even turned off and you’re forced to live in this uncomfortable silence.

there were times you wanted to break the silence and just talk to him right there but you can’t find the right opening as wonbin quite literally drove in silence. not a word uttered throughout the car ride til you two arrived at his house

finally arrived at the destination, wonbin turns off the car and gets out without another word. you bite your lip, thinking about how you just wasted the opportunity of a lifetime to talk things out with wonbin

“you can carry this inside since it’s probably the lightest one of the bunch” wonbin opens the trunk and hands you a paper bag filled with groceries, “i’ll get the rest inside. wait for me in the living room” with that, he leaves you in his garage as he puts some boxes of the things he bought inside

you followed his instructions and left the paper bag in the kitchen that was connected to the living room. now you were sitting quietly on the couch, taking a look around his house

there were picture frames all around the room. from family pictures to wonbin’s childhood photos that were framed on the wall. some certificates from winning track and field competitions and some trophies as well on the shelves.

you feel yourself smile at the sight. how cute, you think to yourself.

you then see an old photo of wonbin when he was a baby just by the tv. you got up from the couch as you walk over to the tv and inspected the frame. it was a baby picture of him on a stroller looking all confused. he looked so cute, you wanted to tell him how cute he was but given your situation with him, you guessed you’ll just keep it to yourself for now or forever

“your clothes are here” wonbin speaks up from behind. you yelped as you almost drop the frame you were holding. you apologized as you put back the frame where you found it before walking over to wonbin who was holding a paper bag which held your clothes

“thanks..” you say quietly, taking the paper bag from his hands. you swore you felt electricity when you accidentally brushed hands with his.

wonbin purses his lips and nods. not really knowing what else to say. now that you two are alone, what was there to say?

he was about to walk back to his room to mentally prepare himself because he knows damn well that he will break if he were to talk to you first without a proper plan in his head. he can’t handle confrontations and serious talks

his hand was already at his door knob when you spoke first

“i’m sorry”

wonbin freezes in his spot. hand stuck on the door knob as you apologize. he then starts to have an inner debate with himself if he should listen to you first and speak his mind later as but at the same time, he’s contemplating if he should say something first. for one it could go well and that everything was all a misunderstanding and that you were once again sorry for dragging him into this mess and the or that you and sungchan were finally together and you’re here to say that in front of his face.

although he knows it’s most likely the latter, that didn’t stop him from feeling hurt by the whole situation again. after days of isolating himself in the comfort of his own home, he’s come to terms that you were never actually gonna choose him. though the pain still lingers and is still evident in wonbin’s heart, he was slowly finding ways to cope and move forward. the last thing he expected was to you to actually show up in front of his face and ask for his forgiveness because he knows damn well that no matter how he tries to convince himself to hate you, to resent you, to cut ties with you, he couldn’t bring it within himself to do it. because to him, it’s always gonna be you. he knows that no matter how you hurt him, he will always come running back to you.

he knows deep within himself that he will always let you in

“i never meant to hurt you like this.” you start, fiddling with your fingers. you hear wonbin scoff but you ignore it “you deserved better than that and i’m sorry.”

wonbin resisted the urge to roll his eyes right then and there, his grip on his door knob tightens. of course he knows he deserves better than that. who in the right mind would let themselves be used as a cover up to one’s feelings? that’s right, him.

“maybe i don't deserve your forgiveness but i just want to clear everything” you continue, trying to rack up the right words to say to the boy hurting in front of you

“i actually confessed to sungchan that day. i was tired of the act and it wasn’t fair for him to be in the shadows much longer. i’ve come clean to sungchan and told him my true feelings for him”

there you have it. that was all wonbin needed to hear to stop listening. he was already beating himself up for even letting you in. how stupid he was again to break the walls he desperately built for himself only for you to drop the bomb on him like it was nothing

“don't say another word.” wonbin says, having enough of what you were trying to say. finally turning around to look at you in the face. “if that’s all, then wait for a moment as i start the car” he says coldly, his chest hurting at the confession. he shakes his head at how stupid he was for believing in shotaro that everything could still be salvaged.

“wait, i’m not finished–”

wonbin closes his eyes for a second before taking a step towards you

“do you know how hard i tried to forget everything that happened? huh? do you know how many nights i’ve spent crying myself to sleep wondering why i couldn’t be enough for you? i literally wiped your tears away every single time you saw him doing the things you wanted to do with him with somebody else. i gave you everything i had even if in the end what we had was all fake. do you want to know why? it’s because i fucking like you, y/n” wonbin confesses, his chest rising as he finally lets go of everything

“i like you so much that i let you use me even if i knew it was just a temporary fix for you and your broken heart” he takes another step closer towards you, “so much that i tell myself everyday for the past few months of us “dating” that even if what we had was just temporary, seeing you smile and happy was enough for me”

your mouth opens in shock as you stand still, digesting everything he was saying. he takes another step closer to you,

“so please, for the love of god, let me move on from you, from us in peace. if you’re finally with sungchan then so be it. if it meant that you’re finally happy even if it wasn’t with me, then great. i’m happy for you” he tearfully says, eyes directly boring into your soul

without another thought, you crashed your lips against his. shocking not only yourself but wonbin too. after a few seconds, you pull away

“maybe if you let me finish with what i was trying to say then you could’ve heard what i was trying to say next” you muttered as wonbin stands there stunned with what you just did. his fingers ghosting over his lips

“i never should have done what i did. i know that now but after being around you and being in this “relationship” for a few months, the feeling was just different from what i thought i had with sungchan. sungchan made me feel giddy, the familiarity of being around him for a long time just made sense at the time but when it came to you, it was different” your words were beginning to jumble up

“when i was with you, i felt a sense of security? i don’t even know how to describe it.. i felt things i never felt before. the longer we were together, everything was starting to make sense. you make me feel things, park wonbin. things that i, myself don’t even understand and that scared me” you continue, eyebrows scrunched up as you recall the days you shared with wonbin

“i started to ignore you in hopes this weird feeling in my stomach goes away. i stopped replying, i stopped hanging out with you, i stopped because i was scared. i was scared that if i fall, you wouldn’t be there to catch me anymore”

you look down, starting to accept reality again. maybe it was really over for you and wonbin. you sigh as you shake your head, “i don’t deserve you, wonbin. after everything that went down, i think this may be it for you and me”

wonbin slowly but surely takes in your confession. he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. you’ve been running away from your feelings that you fail to notice that you were hurting him. although it does give him a slight ray hope that maybe there really was something stored for the two of you

seeing that wonbin was just silent, you take his silence as your answer. with a sigh, you walk passed him to head over to the car where he’ll take you back to the guys but wonbin grabs your hand and crashes his lips against yours. he was kissing you like there was no tomorrow with the way he cups your face so tightly, afraid that if he were to let go, he was letting you go and he wasn’t gonna make that same mistake twice

you barely notice that you were crying when you feel your cheeks start to get wet. you kiss wonbin back with the same amount of force like it was the last day on earth. this finally feels right for the both of you

wonbin pulls away to catch his breath, leaning in that your foreheads are touching after confessing your hearts out to one another

wiping your stray tears, “that was all i needed to hear” he mumbles before closing his eyes, relishing in the moment.

“i really like you, wonbin” you say tearfully, “but i think i don’t deserve you” you sniffle, hiding your face away from him. wonbin shakes his head no, tipping your chin to force you to look at him. he was also crying

“you know in my eyes, it’s always gonna be you right?” wonbin says, capturing your lips again. “i’ll prove it to you. that it will and always will be, you” wonbin breathes out, pulling away as he rests his forehead against yours.

wonbin kisses you again, this time more feverishly. in the heat of the moment, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you kiss back. you two begin to make out in the middle of his living room

he guides you to the couch where he lays on top. not breaking the kiss, he removes the leather jacket he was wearing before he moves his lips to your neck. you let out a soft whimper when he starts sucking on the spot just below the shell of your ear.

wonbin starts to leave marks all over your neck up to your exposed chest. without another word, he takes off your shirt and throws it somewhere on the floor. you gasp at his boldness as he continues to put in the work

“this needs to go too” you say as you tug on his shirt and with a smirk, he removes his shirt exposing his bare chest. you lay there, wide eyed at the sight. he laughs at your reaction before he goes back for your lips.

you wrap your legs around his torso as your kisses start to get deeper the more you continue. wonbin’s free hand starts to fondle with your breasts. you moan in his mouth in pleasure, feeling your body fire up. you take the liberty to unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts which makes wonbin hum in contentment

wonbin wastes no time in sucking your now exposed nipples. your hands flying to his hair, back arched as you take in the pleasure he was giving you. you feel something poke your thigh. you let out a laugh at how excited he was getting

wonbin secures your legs around him as he hoists you up, picking you up off the couch to head to his bedroom. he sets you down on his bed as he continues his previous actions. wonbin skillfully unzips your zipper and removes your pants in no time, exposing you in your underwear.

“pretty” he coos before going back on attacking your lips. with his free hand, he feels every surface of your skin, to your sides, to your thighs, everything.

with one hand, you tug on the waistband of his pants. he instantly frees himself of his pants, leaving himself in his boxers.

this sight of wonbin was heavenly. his toned body that he hides under his clothes, you were truly mesmerized by his beauty. wonbin watches you stare at him, grabbing your hand and guiding it through his chest, to his torso and finally to the bulging tent on his boxers

you let out a small laugh at his obvious request. you start to palm him through his boxers and he grunts in response, just your touch sending shivers down his spine. but wonbin decides that this was going to be all about you. he was just about to prove to you how much you really mean to him

with the way your legs were spread out, wonbin slides his arm down near your core. he skillfully moves your panties to the side as he slowly slides a finger across your folds.

“w-wonbin” you moan, relishing in pleasure. the way he was delicately fingering you is sending you to euphoria. you hear your cunt squelch with how wet he was making you. wonbin decides to take it further by using his thumb to draw small circles on your clit

you were basically clenching around wonbin’s fingers inside you. he takes it as a sign that you were nearing your orgasm. he stops his miniature actions causing you to whine and spew out incoherent words

“b-bin i need you…” tears pricking your eyes as you whined when he halts his actions

it was a good thing that wonbin kept a box of condoms in his room. not like he was getting any action after being in a fake relationship with you, his main reasoning with why he keeps them around is that you never know when you’ll need it and that time is now

he grabs a foil packet by his bedside table as he removes his boxers exposing his cock. you lay in bed watching him in all his glory, taking in the godly sight. wonbin was beautiful

wonbin returns to his previous position and aligns his cock with your entrance. you bit your lip, watching him focus with what he was doing, eager to take him all in. you were ready for this, you were ready for him

but before he does, he looks at you with that damned wide eyes of his

“are you sure?” he asks, making sure he wasn’t making you uncomfortable or anything. the last thing he wanted was for you to regret it later on, he wanted you to be sure you wanted this, sure that you wanted him

you reach up to cup his cheek before nodding your head yes. “i want this… i want you..” you say slowly. wonbin feels his heart swell at the sight. how he longed for this moment. the moment where you finally choose him. the moment it’s you and him. he carefully slips his cock inside of you. you both loudly moan in pleasure as he enters you.

wonbin brushes the hair that was all over your face, talking you out of it. praising you endlessly for taking him in so well despite not bottoming out yet

“that’s it baby, take it in nice and slow” wonbin peppers kisses all over your face.

“bin- slow down..” you cry out, feeling tears prick your eyes. just earlier you were crying over something else

“you’re doing so well, baby. keep it up” wonbin continues, slowly pushing deeper, just enough for you to adjust

when wonbin finally bottoms out, you hear him groan. feeling your walls fluttering

“easy there, baby, we just started” he grits his teeth, feeling your pussy already clenching around his cock

once you adjusted to him, wonbin wastes no time thrusting in and out of you. watching his cock slip in and out of you so easily. wonbin’s eyes roll back in pleasure. he feels like he’s on cloud nine. just the plain thought and sight of having you all to himself just sends him in an overdrive.

while he was doing his thing, you suddenly cup his face. he stops his actions and looks at you with wide eyes. did he do something wrong? did you want to stop? what’s the matter?

“i’m yours, wonbin” you whispered, kissing him on the lips

it takes wonbin a minute to process what you just said. did you just say what he thought you said? he wasn’t dreaming was he? this isn’t just some sick joke, heat of the moment type thing?

“you’re mine?” wonbin repeats, slowly bucking his hips. you nod your head vigorously obviously wanting more.

“yours wonbin, all yours” you whined, pulling his head as you desperately kiss him on the lips. moaning in his mouth as he holds your hips in a slightly different angle

hearing you make pretty noises for him was enough for him to be sent over the edge. he moans into your mouth as he continues to thrust in and out of you. eating in your moans as he speeds up his pace.

“so tight, baby, you feel so fucking good” he hisses in your ear. your eyes flutter close in pure bliss. just a while ago you two were pouring your feelings out and now you were under him

with one final thrust, wonbin groans loudly as he orgasms. he pulls out of you, removing the now used condom before throwing it at his trashcan before he crashes down next to you, breathing heavily

wonbin looks up at his glow in the dark stars filled ceiling, in disbelief with what just happened between the two of you. he turns to take a good look at you to see you staring right back at him with the same expression.

you scoot closer to him, wonbin instantly wraps his arms around your body. “that was amazing..” you breathe out, out of breath from the previous activity. wonbin blushes and nuzzles his face on your neck, suddenly feeling embarrassed by his actions. the post nut clarity getting to him

“why are you hiding from me after what we just did?” you laughed at his cute reaction. wonbin whines as he tells you to shut up, explaining that he didn’t know what took over him just a few moments ago

“but i do mean what i said though, from now on, i’m yours bin” you kissed his cheek. wonbin turns to face you. your face inches away from his. he smiles at the sight and kisses your nose. “you better be”

you giggle, closing your eyes, feeling tired from your little activity.

“can i stay over?”

“you don’t have to ask”

what an afternoon bliss…

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between the lines ★ seoul bound

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★ notes .ᐟ as promised the double update!! wanted to add a lil drama lol

#love it #wonbin_best_boy

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mei-sunshine52 · 2 months

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between the lines ★ national museum of korea

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★ notes .ᐟ the gang has arrived 😎

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omg hi pookie bear , hru ?

i’m going feral and have a request <\3 hmm what if anton hasn’t seen his gf in a few months because she stays in the states . they usually make sure to call and check in with each other every night but maybe for the last few days she hasn’t been responding too much but only because she’s flying to go surprise him ! so basically a bit of angst then fluff at the end loll (and a little smut if ur up to it 🤓👆🏾) .

also, can i be 🎀 anon ?!

Of course, my darling! Thank you for the lovely request, I literally had so much fun writing this omg.

𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 | 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞

- Pairings: Anton Lee x Fem!Reader

- Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Codependency, Angst, Jealousy, Relationship Paranoia, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Smut (+18, Minors DNI), Spitting, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Dry Humping, Unprotected Sex, Needy Sex

He wouldn't call himself obsessive.

That's not the correct word. Infatuation would probably best explain the tempest of emotions rattling through his brain when his phone rings, signaling a video call from you.

Sungchan's chest rises and falls with the extremities of their evening workout. He barely keeps himself toppling over when he and the rest of the group watch Anton lumber to his bag in large, quick steps

"Yo?" Sohee asks, anatomically defeated as he races to catch his breath.

"Carry on, without me," Anton throws over his hunched shoulder. He is cupping his phone with both hands when he enters one of the many bathrooms peppered throughout the gym, letting his feet guide him almost robotically into a stall while his finger swipes to answer the video call. At the sight of your relaxed smile, Anton exhales lightly.

He knew it's particularly bad to form dependant relationships, but he couldn't exactly help himself, can he? Your voice is just so light when you say, "Hi," and his is equally shy as he replies with his quiet "Hi yourself."

Anton can not help himself from being so incredibly infatuated. He's diving headfirst into codependency, but hey, at least he is aware.

At least he is aware that he would do quite literally anything for the girl in trapped in his phone, and you would do the same for him, therefore it is of no surprise at all when he airly says, "You're so pretty,"

His voice is barely above a whisper and his eyes are bright as he buries the lower half of his face in the comforting fleece of his black sweater. "Really pretty,"

An airy sort of chuckle escapes the confines of your lips, and Anton's pulse begins to race as he takes note of your tongue swiping over your bottom lip. "Anton, did you hear anything I just said?" If it weren't for the slight hesitation that pollutes the sound of your beautiful voice, Anton would've gladly kept staring at your lips. But his heart sinks imperceptibly as he gazes back at you apprehensively.

"Uh- no," he says, "I was too busy thinking about how excited I am for you to get here." The panic only begins to set when your smile wavers.

"Oh... about that-"

"No," he whispers, "Please don't do that-"

"My boss hasn't exactly cleared me for a vacation day-"

Anton is livid, but his voice remains stable. "We have spoken about this for 2 months!"

"You know how my boss can be," you reply, "He hasn't given me off, Anton. I have no one to cover my shift, I'm sorry!" You exclaim, as the dreaded guilt begins to trickle into your voice. Anton's eyes narrow, and he brings his phone closer. Temporarily ignoring his whirlwind of negative emotions, Anton instead skeptically asks, "Where are you?" That doesn't look like your bathroom."

Anton's heart only sinks lower into the pit of his stomach when he notices a quick hint of alarm flash through your eyes before you're pulling the camera back into a more intimate aspect ratio as you prattle on. "Yeah, I just decided to head to the movies to make myself feel better. Maybe you should do the same," your voice is tight and layered with anxiety as if you were... lying to him.

Anton cannot imagine why you would want to do that, least of all to him. He knew when you lied because you both did it together. On myriad occasions.

He made you call up your part-time job on multiple occasions, rubbing smoothe, encouraging circles on your belly while you feigned an illness just to spend more time with him.

In high school, you had both lied to each of your parents about 'studying together' when in actual fact, those 4 had been excuses to make out messily in your sheets. Exploring confusing emotions until a simmering heat flowed through the both of you while Anton's large hands began to pet over new, various spots on your body.

He had never been on the receiving end of your dishonesty, not even since he left the country. But here you are, evading eye contact, stuttering over your words and lying...

to him.

"How's the team workout been, big boy?" He notices with grave finality how quick you are to not only change the subject, but to weaponize a nickname that you knew would have him melting for you.

Is this what you have both become?

Was he seriously being manipulated?

Was he...

Perhaps...

Being cheated on?

The thought sent a wave of nausea threatening to spill out of his badly pursed lips, and perhaps you realize, from years of studying Anton's non verbal expressions, that he was thinking of something very grave and very bad.

"Hey, didn't you say you only had five minutes?" Your voice is like the tingling goosebumps left in the wake of your nails raking across his skin and he shivers slightly.

"Yeah," his voice, although characteristically quiet, is guarded and you frown, perhaps noticing that you have a lot of making up to do.

Anton suddenly, quite literally out of the blue, asks, "Remember when you said you went bra shopping the other day?

"Yeah?" You ask, completely oblivious to the darkened thoughts polluting your boyfriend's mind. You watch his eyes tare into yours as he monotonously asks.

"Are you wearing any of the new ones right now?"

"Anton, aren't you in the middle of-"

He immediately cuts in, voice impatient and snide, "They can carry on without me, it's fine."

It was petulant, but Anton needed to know you still belonged to him. He needed to know that high school wasn't some sick fever dream you could just swiftly move past as if it meant nothing. He needed to know that.

"Can I see?"

You curtly comply, and you look around before pushing yourself further into the stall. You both found yourselves on opposite end of a cellular line, both silent with the weight of your attraction to one another, keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

"Please?" He asks, in an airy voice, "for me?"

Anton knew from the strike of guilt in his chest that it was not a morally correct thing to do, but what else was there?

You would be away from him, indefinitely. He would have to spend another evening, another week, another month without your body to hold onto. Not to mention, the jealousy at this new hypothetical boyfriend still hung heavily on his shoulders.

Besides, Anton's guilt completely disappeared when you begrudgingly pulled the string of your halter neck down until the material was falling flmisily down your torso, exposing your chest to him. Anton released a wobbly breath while his hand almost immediately went to cover the bulge, forming in his oversized pants. "Oh god," he whispered.

It was so remarkably mesmerising watching your boyfriend slips so easily into desire. You knew he was angry and that made this part of the mission remarkably uncomfortable, but instead, you choose to focus on Anton's lumbering breathing through the screen of your phone. His large eyes hooded and locked onto your breasts, still very much covered by your white lace bra.

Although he cannot see anything besides cleavage, Anton reckons he could cum just from this. That's how bad he needs you, that's how bad he yearns for your soft, grounding presence to be near him.

But your phone chimes. And just as Anton's jaw locks, you exclaim, "Babe, I have to go-"

"What?" The frown on his face is astounding, but you're already propping your phone up to pull up the strings of your dress.

His protests fall on deaf ears.

You could not very well tell him that you have already touched down in Korea. You couldn't tell him the unrecognizable bathroom stall was a sterile cubicle in the international airport. You couldn't tell him that you were closer than he thought.

"My movie is gonna start soon,"

His shoulders visibly deflate and your heart pounds faster in your chest.

"Skip it,"

"I'll call later okay?"

"Skip the movie."

"I love you,"

When you abruptly ended the call, Anton stared at his screen until the dimness turned to black, with only one question permeating through his restless mind.

'Do you?'

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"You say you hear me," Sohee's voice reaches the rafters as the group of boys leave the gym. "You hear me, but do you feel me?"

"Gross," Anton mumbles, leaving Sohee behind.

"It's a simple question," The older boy continues, "at what point does water become soup?"

"When any reasonable amount of seasoning is added," pipes up Shotaro, adjusting the straps of his work out bag along his shoulder.

"Don't encourage him," Eunseok grumbles as they all walk out into the cool night air.

Anton's gaze is still lowered to the floor, but his breath stutters momentarily at the sudden rush of the open air.

"So salt water can be considered soup?" Sohee scoffs, "That's what you're telling me right now?" The group groans in unison, all beginning to walk like a hive mind to the nearest restaurant. All except Anton, who is quieter than usual, whose only plans for the evening consist of wallowing in self-pity.

"Hey, um, I'm just gonna go home," he says, causing the group of boys to stop in their tracks. Anton evade their curious, worried gazes.

"Not when you look like you're about kill yourself-" Shotaro says, attempting to step closer to Anton, but only frowning when the youngest takes a step back.

"That's okay," he attempts to reassure his friends, "There's a beat thats been..." Anton does vague hand gestures to the side of his head, "I wanna go work,"

He was already walking away, head bowed, and headphones pushed over his head, walking into the night before his friends could even get a word in...

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He could not describe his feelings as Jealousy. That somehow felt like to tame a word to describe the flurry of emotions hanging so heavily on Anton's face as he pushes the password into the door's keypad, before kicking his shoes off at the door.

Anger was certainly a part of it. The large monolith of emotions threating to burst right through him. He felt unpleasantly overstimulated, even in the silence of the apartment. He felt like anything and everything was threatening to have him burst at the seams, his emotions running along the rim of his usually calm and collected state of mind, ready to spill over and make a dreaded mess everywhere.

Anton's only plans for the night had been to lock himself in his dorm room, perhaps crying, perhaps screaming, perhaps knocking himself out for a couple hours with his prescription sleeping pills. Anything to make this horrific strain on his heart disappeared.

The baggy clothes he is accustomed to wearing somehow appear bigger and sloppier as he lumbers his way deeper into the apartment, heart sinking the more steps he takes.

"Oh look,"

Cold, piercing phantom pain zings through his heart, kickstarting every dormant sleepy cell in his body.

"A dinosaur,"

Anton thinks that he couldn't even move if he wanted to. His socks are glued to the threshold, watching you, or perhaps an apparition of you, laying lazily on his bed.

His bed.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself, and you watch with furrowed brows as Anton brings his two hands up to his face. You immediately push yourself off the bed when he begins to slap lightly at his cheeks, whispering incoherently about asylums and potentially getting a contact high.

His cheeks are already bright red when you stumble your way in front of him.

“Woah, Big boy,” your hands are on his wrist, effectively stopping Anton from reddening the skin any further.

He can feel you. He can feel the softness of your palms struggling to enclose around his large wrists.

“This is real,” he whispers, watching with wide, doe eyes as a smirk curls at the end of your lips. Before you can reply in whatever witty or snarky remark you had cooked up, Anton was already bending his head until his lips were crashing down to yours.

He very surprisingly, very uncharacteristically pours his strength into the kiss until you were stumbling back rather clumsily into his room.

Anton crumbles into a flurry moans and groans as he slips his tongue inside your mouth, melting into a whimpering puddle when your tongue brushes against his. “B-But when?” he breathes out before reattaching his lips to yours, letting his hands roam unabashedly over every part of your body it can find.

The infuriating need to breathe causes him to pull apart from you once again, but he never strays too far. Anton’s fingers dig into your sides until he's pulling your dress over your head. He wishes to capture every single inch of your exposed body to memory. The way you look up at him with a light, relieved smile curling at the sides of your puffy, red lips.

You're so much shorter than him, and it sends his brain into a mindless, state of lust. He loves how big he feels when you two are together, in the flesh with no digital box separating the two of you.

“H-How?” He breathes out, noting immediate that you are in the same white lace bra from your earlier phone call.

There is a cheeky smile on your face when you pull his oversized shirt over his head, all while he stares you down as if you hung the moon.

“I always keep my promises, Ant,”

His body betrays him with a rough shiver and he groans as you push him onto his bed, discarding his shirt behind you. As you prowl your way on top of him, Ant throws his head back into the sheets, nearly hyperventilating at the sight of you straddling his hips. You lift your torso, immediately discarding your bra, and Anton’s hand flies to cup your breasts. This, he immediately decides, is what heaven looks like.

“Fuck, you're so fucking pretty, you know that?” Anton rarely ever swore, so to hear the crass words coated in his airy, breathless voice is enough to have you moaning into the air, arching your back as you push his face into your chest while you press your core down onto his irresistible bulge.

“Oh God, Anton.”

“Missed you so much,’ he whines, before enclosing his mouth around your nipple, almost instinctively pushing his hips up to meet your desperate grinding. You were quite literally humping like maddened adolescents brimming with too many hormones to know what to do with.

When Anton feels his cock twitching in his pants, he immediately pulls away.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, “I need to be inside of you,” he admits gravely, already getting up to switch places until you were underneath his large and lumbering frame, “I don't think I'll last long,” Another grave admittance. He pushes his hand into his sweatpants, and you watch, mesmerized as he reveals his large, aching cock absolutely leaking precum.

“I'm definitely not gonna last long,” you reassure before eagerly opening your restless legs, “We're gonna cum together, yeah?” Anton squeezes his eyes shut before squeezing the base of his twitching dick. All while you slip your own underwear down.

“Yeah,” he agreed before positioning his cock at your weeping enterance.

You both watch mesmerized as his cock begins to stretch the tight walls of your soaked cunt. The stretch, immediately causing a whimper to slip out of your mouth as you throw your head back into the pillows. You're clenching around him, while Anton coaxes himself into you with shallow thrusts. The rutting being just enough to spill a wave of pleasure over the both of you. He watches you moan with wide, pained eyes.

“I know, baby-” He whisper, “You're doing so good for me, you know that?”

“Fuck, you're so big,” is all you're able to say, effectively causing his hips to stutter.

“F-Fuck I'm not gonna last long-”

Instead of repeating your response, you bring your hips up to meet Anton's thrusts effectively, taking him deeper and deeper until he was fucking you with little to no restraint.

“Oh God,” you whisper, as Anton clumsily brings a hand up to squeeze and pinch at your nipples. Not even a minute later and you're both sitting in the crest of your respective orgasms, looking deep into each other's eyes as if you were communicating that fact. Anton nods, completely dazed.

“Close,” he whimpers, “I'm so fucking close,”

Anton bends his head, spitting directly onto your clit. The sight has your hips stuttering, as the first signs of your orgasm warms your lower abdomen.

“F-Fuck, Ant- I'm-”

The moment his hand travels to rub dizzying wet circles on your clit, you crash into your orgasm.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck-” He fights to keep his eyes open but your squeezing him so hard and Anton can't help but cum directly inside of you. Both your lips are hanging open as your boyfriend attempts to fuck every last drop of his seed into you. You're both releasing months worth of frustration.

The frustration of not being near one another. Of relying on a device to keep your relationship afloat. It all comes crashing down until Anton's is thoughtlessly collapsing on top of you - the weight of a giant landing your front, with his hand playing lazily, wiyh your breasts as you both fight to catch your breathe.

Despite the obvious discomfort, the very last thing you think of doing is pushing him away. Instead, you cradle him closer, raking your fingers into his hair while his eyes flutter shut.

All is quiet, and you vaguely believe Anton may have fallen asleep, but his voice is wide awake as he says, “I thought you were cheating on me.”

You remain quiet, hoping the soft petting on his wild curls was reply enough.

“I'm never letting you go back, okay?”

Your eyes are heavy as you continue to smooothe down his hair, and you whisper, “Okay”.

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