part 2 from the ¿Dónde es el after? series
Song: soltero by rawayana
summary: you and wonbin broke up and he misses you.
warnings: idol! wonbin, exes to lovers!, fem reader but not specified except for one time i think. he´s a bisexual in this, sorry not sorry. its implicit that reader gets called a b1tch but apologies are said.
a/n: so this one was really hard. tbh i think im super dumb but i just couldnt relate any song from the album to wonbin (you´ll see me saying this every part hsjsak). the song is about finally being single and expecting everyone who ever flirted with you to come back to you, and the singer says something like , i hope nobody backs down bc im finally single, or along the lines of it. anyhow. this was the fic, wonbin is hot and i would def throw myself at him if i could. hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading!
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you were a pain in the ass. that’s all wonbin has been thinking for the past 9 days, ever since you two broke up. it was a stupid argument, really. you had made fun of him without really intending to hurt him, but he was feeling stressed, with his album promotions coming to an end. he was tired and a little on edge, so he snapped, and you got into a huge fight.
which, of course, ended up with one of his guitars broken, a screaming match between you two, and now wonbin rolling his eyes in annoyance after smelling the perfume you wear on one of the stylists. you were a very big pain in his ass.
“i don’t want to see you ever again, park wonbin,” you had pointed a finger at him, screaming from the threshold of his apartment.
“yeah, as if i ever wanted to even get a glimpse of your face, dipshit,” he had screamed back.
but why was he still so fond of you?
he was sick and tired of missing you. you had called each other names he hated to even think of. but then, why did his anger toward you only last a day? he tried to reach out to you, but you had blocked his number, his manager’s, his parents’, and all his socials.
he needed to stop feeling like this, so he looked to set his attention on a new project. since his promotions were over and he was given a small break, he thought of filling his mind with something else.
he knew it wasn’t exactly ethical, or a good thing to do. but he wanted you—needed you—out of his head, and his heart.
wonbin is hot. very attractive. everyone knows that. even people who don’t listen to his music agree on his appealing visuals. so he has always had people after him, pursuing him, flirting with him, even when they knew he was with you.
it should’ve been easy, so he decided to hit up his most loyal pursuers.
first, a girl from another company, a soloist. she was older than him, and tried to get in his pants whenever she could. he stared at the chat for a moment before typing, thumb hovering over the screen. this was what he wanted, right? a distraction.
after texting her, letting her know he was finally interested (he wasn’t) and single, he waited.
when her reply finally came in, it was hesitant. dry. nothing like how she used to be with him. he was annoyed.
second, an actor. he was always complimenting his looks and vocals in every show he was on. and every time he caught a glimpse of wonbin, he was all over him, begging for his attention.
so the moment wonbin saw him at a mutual friend’s get-together, he flirted back, expecting the same reaction as always. he waited for him to chase him. but he didn’t, instead, he just smiled awkwardly, and mentioned he was in a relationship now. he had gotten tired of waiting.
wonbin was way more annoyed now. they had been his top picks, after that, wonbin decided to just look for anyone and everyone who had shown interest in him.
he only wanted a little love.
but every conversation felt forced. every laugh sounded wrong. every single person who had flirted with him while in a relationship seemed to be in another place, one where he was no longer wanted. not like that.
wonbin hated the fact that the one time he is actually free to do anything he wants, nobody wanted him.
now, after seventeen days of having gone no contact with you (by your decision), and having been rejected or ignored by every person who had sent any type of flirty sign his way, he was starting to think his actual charm—the reason why everyone wanted a piece of him—was you. not your presence per se, but he knew you made him happy, and it showed. that’s probably what everybody was attracted to.
“do i seem happy?” he asked one of his friends as they sat on plastic stools, their edges sinking into the sand below them. they looked at each other and laughed. wonbin rolled his eyes. “guys, seriously.”
“why are you asking?” one of them said. he gave them a look. “okay, well, yes, you have obviously been down since you broke up with y/n, but you don’t necessarily look sad or anything.”
“not all the time, at least,” another one chimed in.
so he told them his theory. they laughed at him again.
they were at a beach party. it was already dark, the sun barely visible on the horizon over the ocean. a tent had been set up, with a small bar and a few tables, managing to lose the beachy vibe with all the luxury items, even while being on the beach.
wonbin wore a white open linen shirt, a white tank top underneath, and denim shorts. an orange flower—placed by the hostess at the entrance—rested on his ear. his hair styled messily.
this was one of the few moments people in the industry could relax. and he was relaxing.
short summer dress and sandals. bracelets on your wrists and a flower crown on your head. you were laughing with your friends, your feet buried in the sand. you looked beautiful. his heart sped up inside his ribcage.
he was staring, and his friends followed his gaze. they all sighed after spotting you.
“you’re going to talk to her, right?” wonbin was already on his feet, handing his drink to one of his friends.
he walked towards you. you caught sight of him and froze for a second. then you smiled. you fucking smiled at him. you quickly mouthed something to your friends, who tried to stop you, but you waved them off.
you stopped right in front of him, your arms crossed over your chest, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
“y/n…” his eyes dropped to your lips for a second and you scoffed. “…can we talk?”
you two walked to the beach and stood on the shore, your sandals in your hand while your feet soaked in the water. both facing the ocean.
“i’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he spoke quietly into the salty breeze.
“yeah? am i a bitch in your head too? or only a real-life thing?” he groaned at your snarky remark and hid his face in his hands. he knew you wouldn’t forget he called you that during the fight. and you shouldn’t forget it.
“i’m sorry, y/n.” you side-eyed him, then looked ahead.
“are you sorry for the way we ended, or sorry for trying to get laid by everyone and their mother?” you crossed your arms again. you looked at each other, holding eye contact for a second longer. he reached out to hold your hand, and you didn’t stop him.
“i’m sorry for the way everything went down. and i still love you. i tried to forget you, but i couldn’t.” he took a step closer to you, now fully facing you and holding both your hands in his. “you have always been the one for me. i wouldn’t be able to get over you in a million years. and i’m sorry for the way i spoke to you.”
you listened to his every word with a small pout on your lips.
“would you find it in you to forgive me? and come back to me?” wonbin stepped closer and could now smell your perfume again from up close. god, he had missed you.
you sighed and shook your head, looking at him with shiny eyes.
“would you find it in you to forgive me…?” you trailed off, taking his face in your hands. “for smashing your guitar on the floor?”
he laughed, and you smiled, looking at him.
he pulled you into him, his hands on your hips. and you finally placed your lips on his. the air seemed to stop around you two.
you were finally kissing your (ex) boyfriend after seventeen days of trying not to cry—and failing—whenever something reminded you of him. your lips fell into a smooth rhythm against each other as your hands trailed along each other’s bodies, grazing longingly whatever was in their way.
you pulled away, both gasping for air. wonbin sighed against your lips, and you pressed your forehead to his.
“i guess we’re both forgiven, then?” you spoke, circling his neck with your arms, his hands around your waist, pulling you closer.
chests pressed together, you could feel his breathing and the fast beating of his heart through your clothes. his eyes closed in a relaxed expression, his lips moist from the kiss.
“i’m assuming we’re both back together from now on, so you better forgive me,” he said.
you laughed and rested your head on his shoulder, threading the hair at the nape of his neck with your fingers.
“because i’m not letting you go anywhere, starting now.” he smiled at you and pulled you in for another kiss.
wonbin was a sought-after man.
but he didn’t want anyone but you.
