𝗈𝗍6! 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (riize is 7!)
𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: nsfw content, dom/sub dynamics, jealousy kink, body worship, cockwarming, overstimulation, praise and emotional dominance, size kink, obsession, brat taming, mirror sex, slow rough sex, edging, possessiveness, soft but filthy aftercare. minors dni. 18+ only.
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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.
genre. fluff. suggestive. waking up early with bf riize! ✿
note ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ second post! this is so fun. hope you enjoy!
♬⋆.˚ ANTON. his soft plump lips find the back of your neck, long arms pulling you by the waist into his chest. “toni.. no.” but he didn’t want to wake you up, that was not the plan. the plan? watch you sleep since he just couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how much he tried. it didn’t work. “you’re so beautiful in the morning.” and everytime he said this, you thought he lied. who looks so beautiful in the morning? you do. that’s a fact. a soft sigh left you and he chuckled. of course you were going to be annoyed but anton loved mornings like this. soft whispers, not so innocent touches, and both of you in such a comfortable position before the chaos started. finally—you turned to face him. he smiled and your heart skipped a beat. that sweet boyish smile that you fell in love with. anton was such a ‘first love’ type of person. “good morning handsome. why are you up so early?” your finger reached to poke his nose and he shrugged. “couldn’t fall back to sleep.” and you nodded with a small smile on your face. “well then! how about.. a morning shower together?” anton’s face immediately lit up but his ears were burning. what a little cutie. ㅤ♡
♬⋆.˚ SHOTARO. you were the first to wake. it was very light snores that woke you but why complain? not when the view was something you loved so much. shotaro’s thick lips slightly parted, one arm behind his head and shirtless. he was the sweetest but most handsome boy. “taro?” your voice was soft and you shyly watched him stir in his sleep. “t-taro..” this time, he woke up. his eyes looked at yours—worried of course. “baby? what’s the matter? are you feeling okay?” classic taro. you were the most important thing to him. you nod your head and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, now laying on top of him. “just wanted you. your arm was behind your head.. not hugging me.” although it was just teasing, he took it seriously but with a soft smile. “aww. my poor girl. I’m sorry baby. should I hold you.. like this?” and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. at this point—you couldn’t move and that was okay. you were right where you wanted and needed to be. his lips pressed a gentle kiss to your neck before nipping the skin leaving you gasping. “stop it taro..”
♬⋆.˚ EUNSEOK. his arm was around your waist in such a protective way—always so protective no matter the time. he was the first to wake and he watched you for the longest time before eventually leaving the bed to start breakfast. he knew how much you hated when he left the bed but it was important. you needed food. as soon as he was done, breakfast in bed was served and he woke you with kisses at first. if that didn’t wake you then it would be tickles! “seok!!” you cried but he kept tickling you until you finally woke and sat up. “I know how much you love when I cook so breakfast in bed it is for my pretty girl.” he sat next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist to sit you on his lap which was.. not the best idea. taking a few bites of the food, eunseok let his chin rest on your shoulder. watching you in awe. “my pretty girl.” “my good girl.” “love you so much.” you smiled and turned to look at him but his lips quickly met your own. “why don’t I show you.. how much I love you, hm? are you done eating?” yes. you’re done. ㅤ♡
♬⋆.˚ SOHEE. both of his arms were wrapped around your waist and his head laid on your chest. he adored sleeping on your chest, it was his most favorite thing. if you didn’t let him? he’d whine. not in a annoying way but in a “I’m so cute just let me?” way. the sunshine made it’s way into the room.. why? because someone forgot to close the curtains. sohee. you groaned and planned to move to your side until you seen the cute position sohee was in. your hands reached for his messy bed head, playing with his soft but dry locks. “sohee. wake up baby.” and immediately he answered. “no! so warm n comfy..” he never wanted to leave the bed. you were his comfort. his love. his heart. world. “sohee you have a schedule.” but he didn’t listen. his head lifted and he shook it once again, this time looking at you. “wan kiss.” you leaned forward to kiss him but once kiss was never enough for him. ever.
♬⋆.˚ SUNGCHAN. his hands gripped your waist and brought you closer to him. mornings with him were very intimate. almost intense. he was able to be himself with you alone. which was all he ever wanted. if he could? he’d make everyone disappear but you and him. his lips kissed your bare shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent he was in love with. “smell so good princess.” and you woke. he smiled still pressing kisses to your skin. “good morning angel. how’d you sleep?” and it took you a bit to answer—waking up and turning to face him. “mm.. slept good. how’d my handsome boy sleep?” but he didn’t answer. his lips found yours in a heated kiss. it was always like this with him. his hand found the back of your neck, keeping you close to him and his lips. when he pulled away his eyes remained closed for a few more seconds before slowly opening halfway to look at you. “can’t ever resist my girl.” ㅤ♡
♬⋆.˚ WONBIN. kitty boy. you’d wake up before him and he was the sweetest thing ever. his face was precious when he slept. soft breathing, sometimes moving his head, nose scrunches. he was everything and more. he loved waking up to kisses! so? you leaned forward to press a kiss to his nose, then cheek, and then his forehead, and lips were last. he woke when he felt your lips on his own. a smile first thing in the morning made your day better and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him in a playful manner. he didn’t say a lot in the morning. maybe a quiet ‘I love you’ or ‘missed you’ but not much. a lot of kisses and hums. this morning was like any other morning. he’d fall back to sleep with you in his arms or hum a song until you fell back to sleep. “wake up binnie.” you whispered and he nodded, rolling out of bed but with you right by his side of course. kissing your lips as he got up, kissing your lips as he moved to the bathroom with you, and kissed your lips before entering the shower with you.
hi guys heres some links that reminds me sm of the Riize members, hope u enjoy!! mdni
Shotaro rewarding you for being such a good girl for him, he adores you and fills you up exactly like you asked for.
Sub Shotaro who tries so hard to not cum so that you’ll praise him. He loves being in your arms and being your good plaything.
Sungchan who loves how easy it is to lift you up and thrust his full length into you. You’re just so small compared to him, he can’t help but love stretching your pussy and thrust at an insane speed.
Sub Sungchan who twitches weakly in your arms as he gets even more sensitive when you cover his mouth and nose, not letting him breathe.
Eunseok loves when you wear a collar and tights for him, all pliant and submissive for him. He loves seeing your tits bounce as he thrusts harder and harder.
Sub Eunseok who lets you ride him while he sucks onto your nipple like its a pacifier. He wouldn’t tell you but he sucks them to muffle his own desperate moans.
Wonbin needs you to know you’re his and only his. His hands wrap around your neck and grips your boobs as he fucks you roughly, reminding you only he can make you feel this good.
Sub Wonbin loves to be taken care of. His usual cool composure completely disappears when you have his hands cuffed up and him at your mercy.
Seunghan always wants to make sure you feel good, doing his best to hit the spot that gets you weak every thrust, but your cunt just feels so good around him he can’t keep his moans in.
Sub Seunghan can’t handle the overstim, he begs you repeatedly to stop cause he just can’t take it! He holds onto you desperately in hopes to ground himself.
Sohee has so much love for you, in his eyes you’re perfect and he needs to kiss and leave marks all over you before fucking you the way you like it.
Sub Sohee tries so hard to obey you even when its too much. All he can do is breathe desperately and let out weak whimpers.
Anton fucking you in the hotel room after you were so needy the whole day. He makes sure to twist and play with your nipples the way you like it and hit that spot in your walls that would get you cumming.
Sub Anton who wants you touching him all over and wants to be a good boy for you so bad but he doesn’t know how much more he can take!
LOVE TUTORING 101 : yn's little brother, keonho, has managed to fail his way into needing a tutor, and the universe apparently has a sense of humor, because the one who shows up is none other than anton lee. yes, that anton lee: yn's high school crush she never really got over. the funny part? he's completely clueless about it, since they barely ever talked back then (despite having mutual friends like sohee and eunseok). now, yn has to deal with her long-forgotten crush sitting in her living room every week... while pretending it's totally fine.
anton lee x fem. reader!
🖇️ W.ARNINGS : lowercase intended, smau with written portions, kys jokes, fluff, crack, romance, angst (maybe??), one-sided love (in the beginning), sibling chaos, mutual friends meddling, slowburn tendencies i guess.
📌 F.EATURING : keonho, juhoon and martin (cortis), riize, xnghan, hanni and minji (njz) & more . . .
how do you think the members would be when messing around with their partners while the others are still at the dorm? 🤭
messing around with you while the other members are at the dorm ୨୧ ot6
i feel like shotaro wouldn’t mind messing around while the others are at the dorm but would still be private about it. especially after you’ve spent the day with the rest of the guys, all he wants is alone time with you. the type to get you to join him in the shower - if the guys ask he says he’s saving on the water bill, but he just wants to be able to love on you away from other prying eyes. prefers to keep the intimate moments for just the two of you, because you’re his and only his. or once everyone is asleep, and he’s pressed against your back in bed, his hands will slither beneath your nightgown, pressing light kisses to your neck and shoulder, telling you how much he’s been waiting for this, how crazy you make him…takes you just like that, in bed, spooning you, whispering the most dirty things in your ear. “good girl, letting me have this pussy…all for me, huh? all mine”
eunseok is such a perv and fooling around with you in the dorm is nothing to him. he’s nonchalant about it, and if you start initiating something or giving him suggestive glances he’ll act on it, even if it’s obvious to everyone else what you’re doing. leads you into the nearest room - the laundry - and has you on your knees in seconds. you’re slobbering all over his cock, struggling to fit his huge girth in your mouth, and the sounds are loud, impossibly dirty. doesn’t tell you to be quiet, just urges you on with his raspy, deep voice - “there you go, open that throat up, goooddd girl…” when he’s close he brings a hand to the back of your neck so he can start to fuck your throat. comes in your mouth, rubs it over your swollen lips. the type to send you back out to the living room where the others are with your face still flushed, hair a little messy, a little proud of himself and how he can dishevel you
sungchan is usually sensible, possessive over you, wouldn’t want any of the guys to see what’s only meant for him. the type to stop things as soon as they get heated. typically you comply with him, until one day you’re just so needy that you push your luck a little. when your makeout session on his bed starts to get too frisky and he feels your hand reach for his zipper, he’s quick to pull away and watch you readjust yourself on his lap. you don’t want to give in just yet. “please,” you murmur quietly, reaching for his hand and bringing it back to your waist. “need you.” he’s not typically swayed easily but i think he’d get turned on seeing you so desperate for him, head totally full of him, not caring about getting caught. “yeah? you want it that bad?” he asks, failing to hide his smirk, and his pants tighten seeing you nod pathetically. “what are you gonna do if they hear, hm? what if they see you?” when he has you on all fours, pounding you from behind, he’s gonna tease you about it just to see you bury your head in the pillow in embarrassment. “dirty girl, you’re so loud. you gonna let them know who’s fucking you this good?“
lowkey wonbin would be the most brazen about it, the type to pull you onto his lap and make out with you on the living room couch or pin you against the kitchen counter and sneak a hand between your thighs. he does it just because he knows he can, because he knows you’re totally at his mercy, would never say no to offering yourself up to him. obviously the guys have walked in on you multiple times - he doesn’t really care, just says “ah shit, sorry bro” but revels in watching how shy you get, the tips of your ears turning red as you hide behind him. the type to eat you out in his room just to watch how hard you have to try to keep quiet, pulling his hair, gripping the sheets, biting your lip hard, face burning with embarrassment whenever you cry out too loud. ever the tease, looks up at you from between your thighs to say “you want someone to walk in here? then keep it down, pretty” but the way he spreads your legs with his big palms and goes back to devouring your poor sopping cunt doesn’t leave you much choice :(
he doesn’t do it on purpose, but sohee can’t help that he has the libido of a horny teenage boy and his brain short-circuits at the mere sight of you wearing a low cut top, bending over in front of him to give him a glimpse of your cleavage. what’s he supposed to do - not drag you into his bedroom and have his way with you? he’s obviously too consumed by lust to remember to shut the door properly, so the entire dorm can hear you moan and all the filthy, heedless things he says to you when you’re giving him head or when he’s deep in ur guts - “mmfh, take that dick, fuuckk” and “this good fuuucking pussy…” gets in his own world so easily, doesn’t care when and where he has you, as long as he’s getting off. his phone is pinging the entire time on the bedside table, groupchat complaining about how they can hear everything. he’ll probably get a little embarrassed about that later, but for now your pussy is way too good for him to ignore
the shyest of them all, anton is hesitant, overly wary of the other members’ presence in the dorm, even when it’s late at night and you’re both safely tucked away in his bedroom with the door locked. unfortunately for him, he’s also extremely pliant when it comes to you - barely protests with a few “no, baby, they might hear us”s before ultimately yielding to your hand snaking under his sweatpants and down to his briefs. poor baby needs you to slap a hand over his mouth to muffle his incessant whimpers while you jerk him off in bed. grabs your waist beneath your pajama top and leaves marks on your skin with how hard he’s holding you, trying to shut himself up, unable to compose himself under your touch :( eyes roll back while you jerk him sooo good and his whines start to get louder against your palm - you have to shush him and he pulls you closer so that your tits press against his chest and he can bury his face in your neck, bite your shoulder to keep quiet when he finally comes all over your fist 💞
sorry anon this was in my inbox for soooo long! hope you enjoy ♡
Omgg please write abt how would riize react while getting caught fucking their girlfriend in their dorm room like Anton has mentioned that taro never knocks just burst in
i don't typically take requests btw but this sparked something in me so i'll write something short 🤓 for each scenario, i'm going with the idea that it's a riize member and not a manager/staff member who barges in bc i feel like the latter would look drastically different given the relationship dynamics at play
riize - when they get caught having sex in their dorm room by another member
a/n: this is just my personal analysis based off my perception and observations of the members' personalities. all of this is fiction/fantasy
shotaro
shotaro is usually such a soft and kind person, but I feel like the member who barged into his room would see his frustrated/mean side. because shotaro is so busy most of the time, he truly values the [little] intimate time he gets with his s/o, and he has a mindset of wanting everything to be perfect when he's with them. he wants to devote all of his attention on you and you only, and in turn expects the same. i even feel like he's the type to send a message in the riize gc in advance of his GF coming over that's like, "i'm having my GF over, PLEASE knock before you come in." but there would be that one member (why am i imagining anton) who forgot to read it and barges in anyway, angering shotaro to the max. he'll make a loud groaning sound and yell, "didn't i tell you guys to knock!!!!" even after that member has already closed the door out of shock. not only is shotaro pissed that his partner's privacy was violated, but he's also upset that the amazingly sweet and vulnerable moment you two were sharing has essentially been ruined. he would be so upset that he couldn't possibly get back in the mood and continue with the sex as if nothing happened. his first move is to get dressed and go address it with that member immediately. even when he's upset i feel like he's such a levelheaded communicator, he'd still apologize to his member for having to see that but also remind them to read the gc and knock next time. his poor s/o would have to wait until he's back calm again before he could continue with the sex.
eunseok
as expected, my nonchalant king eunseok would be the least phased out of everyone. even once he's noticed his member's face at the door, he'll continue moving inside you as if its nothing. he'll make a sarcastic remark to whoever it is like, "like what you see?" or "wanna join?" he somehow manages to make it so that the member who accidentally walked in feels more embarrassed than he does for getting caught. after the member has left, eunseok's partner will be so mortified, but he'll only tease them for it. he'll incorporate the situation into his dirty talk, saying stuff like, "guess I should fuck you faster before another person comes in, hmmm?" or "think he'll jerk off to what he's saw?" in sum, eunseok is not letting anything or anyone stop him from getting his nut. i don't even think he would address it with that member afterward. if they say something to him about it, he'll behave as if he completely forgot about it, and for the most part, he has. all he'll say is an absent-minded, "ohhhhh...my bad."
sungchan
his first thought and priority upon getting caught is to cover your body, 1.) because he's a caring and protective partner who's concerned about your privacy and comfort but also 2.) he's possessive and doesn't want anyone else enjoying the sight of what's his and his only. after the member who intruded has left, sungchan would lowkey be in shock. he'd need a minute to pause and collect himself after the unexpected moment. though he's usually a pretty confident person, i feel like he has a secret bashful side that would be embarrassed at the thought of someone seeing him during such an intimate moment (i'm thinking specifically abt how he freaked out and couldn't stop talking about it when he realized his abs were included in the impossible MV). he'd be at his most unsure, asking his partner reassuring questions like, "you don't think he saw anything for real, do you?" eventually he'd continue fucking you, but he wouldn't be able to help himself from still thinking about the interruption. hilariously i feel like he'd be balls deep inside of you and still be saying stuff like, "ughhh, i can't believe that happened," and even playfully scold you like, "i told you to lock the door." once either of your orgasms approach, however, he'll fully lock back in. after you're done having sex, he'd address the situation with the member who interrupted privately, apologizing and lowkey asking them not to tell anyone what they saw.
wonbin
his reaction would be a mixture between shotaro and eunseok. similar to shotaro, i think he'd be really angry and annoyed at whoever interrupted him. when wonbin has sex, it's never casual or light-hearted; he truly strives for intense, intimate, soul-bearing experiences, and so an interruption has a bigger impact on him than it may the average person that's just fucking for fun more than anything else. his words to whoever interrupted him would be an angry, "get out," or "fuck off!" that would cause them to immediately slam the door shut. he's like eunseok in the sense that the interruption doesn't stop him from continuing with the sex. his movements inside of you never cease, and outside of a sigh, or perhaps an apology to you, he doesn't address the situation at all. i'd even guess that his frustration at being interrupted would make the sex better, as he's incredibly hot when he's angry, and he expresses his anger by fucking you even harder. i don't think he'd feel bashful about being caught at all because he seems like the type of person who believes bodies are just bodies, sex is just sex, and that only an immature person would be ashamed at those sorts of things. when addressing it with the member who interrupted later, he'd lowkey scold them, especially if it was one of the younger members, telling them to always knock and reminding them of the importance of privacy.
sohee
my poor sohee would be so embarrassed. he's the kind of person who doesn't mind people knowing he gets pussy --- and in fact takes pride in them knowing --- but wouldn't actually want people to see all of the ways he behaves during the act, mostly because he's very expressive and emotional when he fucks and is absolutely mortified at the idea of being teased for something like that. after getting interrupted, he'd immediately stop what he was doing and cover his face in his hands, all while his entire body turns tomato red. he'd then proceed to scold you, half-playfully and half-seriously, for not remembering to lock the door. getting him to continue with the sex after the interruption will take a lot of coaxing and reassurance. he's so stubborn that i feel like he'd resolve himself towards just making you come really quickly and then stopping with the sex entirely, not even caring about his own pleasure anymore. afterwards, he will never bring the situation back up with that member again. he just hopes they didn't see anything significant and that if they did, they'll forget it and never speak of it with him ever.
anton
first of all, i don't even think he'd put himself in a position to have sex if he felt like there's a chance of getting caught --- that's how much he's afraid of another member seeing him in that position. but let's say his partner managed to somehow coax him into doing it anyway. his reaction to being interrupted is a more extreme version of sohee's. he'll be absolutely mortified, particularly because he dreads getting teased about it later. even after the member who interrupted has left, he'll start to fake sob in his hands, and unlike sohee, he won't even consider continuing with the sex in any capacity. His whole mood is ruined, not just for that moment, but for the rest of the day. He'll literally sulk and mope around about it, and any other conversation he has with you that day will somehow lead back to him expressing his embarrassment about what happened. like shotaro, he'll want to address it with the member who interrupted as soon as possible. he'll be completely and utterly apologetic, whereas i feel like all of the riize members would nonchalantly be like, "no worries, do your thing bro," which anton wouldn't be able to accept. the experience would lowkey traumatize him in the sense that he'd claim to never want to have sex in his room again (though i feel like in a few weeks he could be convinced again; he just seems very gullible and simpish <3).
neither of you wanted to be there. that was the only thing the two of you unknowingly had in common before you even met. your best friend had spent three weeks insisting that you were “one good date away from changing your mind,” while shotaro’s older sister had practically shoved him out the front door with a clean shirt and the reminder that he wasn’t getting any younger. both of you had complained the entire way there.
you arrived first, already planning your excuse to leave after thirty minutes. you ordered a water instead of anything else because if you were going to escape early at least you wouldn’t have to wait for the check. a few minutes later the front door of the restaurant opened and shotaro walked in looking around the restaurant with the same reluctant expression you were wearing. he quietly sighed to himself, already convinced this was going to be horrible. the hostess greeted him with a polite smile and asked, “are you here to meet someone?” after he quietly answered, “yeah,” she asked for the name on the reservation before looking toward your table and pointing him in your direction.
he made his way over with an awkward smile that looked more apologetic than excited. “hi,” he greeted quietly as he stopped beside the table. “hi,” you answered, watching him pull out the chair. “i’m shotaro.” you couldn’t help the tiny smile that tugged at your lips as you replied, “im yn.” once he sat down silence settled between you. it wasn’t uncomfortable. neither of you seemed to know where to begin.
you finally broke the silence. you leaned back in your chair as you asked, “did someone force you to come too?” his eyes immediately brightened with relief. “you too?” he asked, sounding almost hopeful. you nodded. “i said no four times.” he stared at you for a second before laughing. "four?” he asked with an amused grin. “what about you?” you asked. “my sister stopped asking and just told me what time to be here.” for the first time all evening you smiled. “that’s kind of evil,” you admitted, making him nod. “a little.”
the tension disappeared almost instantly. instead of pretending either of you actually wanted to be on a blind date you started comparing stories about the people who had set you up. apparently your best friend and his sister worked together. they had been planning this for over a month and everyone else involved thought the whole thing was perfect. shaking your head you muttered, “i can’t believe they did this.” shotaro smiled. “honestly” he admitted, “i was already trying to think of an excuse to leave before i got here.”
you laughed. “me too.” he leaned forward with genuine curiosity. “what was yours?” trying not to smile you answered, “i suddenly remembered i left the stove on." he laughed much harder than he intended to and before long you were laughing with him.
it was strange. barely thirty minutes earlier you couldn’t wait to leave. now you’d completely forgotten to check the time. when the waiter returned to your table and asked, “are we ready to order?” you looked over at shotaro. he looked back at you before asking with a small smile, “i guess we’re staying?” you pretended to think it over before replying, “i suppose i can survive another hour.” he smiled in obvious relief. “good. because i haven’t actually eaten all day.”
by the time dinner was over the restaurant had started emptying around you yet the conversation never really stopped. somehow you had covered everything from work and family to embarrassing childhood stories and favorite foods without either of you acknowledging that this was technically supposed to be a blind date. when the bill finally arrived both of you reached for it at the same time. your hands brushed together before you instinctively pulled away. “sorry,” you both said at exactly the same time making you laugh all over again. shotaro smiled before asking, “can i be honest?” you nodded. “go ahead.” he hesitated for only a second before admitting, “this was a lot better than i expected.”
you smiled softly. “same.” the obvious relief on his face made you laugh. “i thought you were going to hate me,” he confessed. “i thought you were going to be weird,” you admitted. he raised an eyebrow. “am i not?” you smiled. “not really.” his grin only grew wider. “give me time.”
once you stepped outside the restaurant neither of you actually headed toward your cars. somehow the conversation just kept going. five minutes turned into ten and ten somehow became twenty before either of you noticed. eventually you checked your phone and laughed. “my friend has texted me six times.” shotaro pulled out his own phone before shaking his head with a smile. “my sister has sent eight.” you looked up at him. “should we tell them the date wasn’t terrible?” he pretended to think it over for a moment before replying, “let’s make them wait.” you laughed. “you’re petty.” he shrugged with a guilty smile. “a little.”
you finally started walking toward your car before stopping halfway there. turning back toward him you caught his attention. “hey.” he looked up immediately. “yeah?” you smiled to yourself before saying, “this doesn’t have to count as the blind date.” he tilted his head in confusion. “what do you mean?” you looked at him for another second before answering, “if we go out again let’s call it the first date instead.” for a moment, shotaro simply stared at you almost as though he was making sure he’d heard you correctly. then the biggest smile spread across his face, “i’d like that.”
sungchan
moving into your new apartment is supposed to be exciting. you’ve spent weeks unpacking boxes, figuring out where everything goes, and imagining how peaceful it’ll be to finally have your own space. that illusion lasts exactly one night. at 1:27 a.m just as you’re about to fall asleep music starts blasting through the wall beside your bed. you stare at the ceiling convinced it’ll stop in a few minutes. it doesn’t. by the time it finally goes quiet it’s almost four in the morning.
the next day is miserable. you survive work almost entirely on coffee and convince yourself it was probably a one time thing. maybe someone had friends over and they were celebrating moving in. midnight rolls around again and right on schedule the music starts. this time it’s followed by what sounds like furniture scraping across the floor and something heavy hitting the wall. you bury your face in your pillow and groan. “what are you doing over there?” you mutter to yourself.
by the fourth night you’ve officially run out of patience. you write the nicest note you can manage, carefully avoiding anything passive aggressive.
hi!
i live next door. i was just wondering if you could keep the music down a little after midnight. the walls are pretty thin.
thanks so much!
you tape it to the neighboring door before leaving for work, fully expecting the problem to be solved. when you get home that evening the note is gone. for one hopeful second but you think maybe your neighbor actually listened. he first song starts playing at 12:30am. somehow it’s louder than before. you sit upright in bed, staring at the shared wall in complete disbelief. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” you whisper before throwing the blankets off and marching into the hallway. you knock hard enough that your hand stings. a few seconds later the door swings open and your irritation is interrupted by one very inconvenient realization.
your neighbor is hot. like annoyingly, unfairly, ridiculously hot.
he’s tall and dressed in a black hoodie with gray sweatpants. his messy hair somehow made him look better instead of worse. you immediately decide it doesn’t matter. you drill into your head he happens to be the inconsiderate asshole who’s been keeping you awake every night for the past week. he looks at you for a moment completely unbothered, “can i help you?” you fold your arms across your chest. “yeah. you can turn your music down.” he glances over his shoulder into his apartment before looking back at you. “it’s not that loud.” you let out a short humorless laugh. “that’s funny, because i can hear every lyric from my bedroom.” he shrugs without the slightest hint of guilt. “walls are thin.”
you stare at him waiting for him to realize how ridiculous that sounds. when he doesn’t you ask, “that’s your defense?” he gives another lazy shrug. “it’s an old building.” you blink at him. “i left you a note.” his eyebrows lift slightly in recognition. “that was you?” you nod once. “yes.” he nods back just as casually. “i read it.” you wait for the apology that never comes. after a few seconds of silence you tilt your head. “and?” he shrugs again. “i didn’t think it was that serious.” you actually laugh because the alternative would probably get you kicked out of the building. “i haven’t had a full night’s sleep in almost a week.” instead of looking apologetic he tilts his head curiously and asks, “what time do you wake up?” the question catches you so off guard that you answer without thinking. “six.” he lets out a low whistle. “that sucks.” you blink at him in disbelief. “that’s all you have to say?” he looks genuinely confused by the question. “what do you want me to say?” you stare at him for another second before replying “maybe sorry?” he actually considers it, lips pressing together thoughtfully, before giving a small shake of his head. “nah.”
you can’t believe this man is real. “you’re unbelievable,” you say out loud. he lets out an amused laugh before replying, “i’ve heard that. it’s the confidence that annoys you the most you decide. or maybe it’s the smirk. or maybe it’s the fact that he’s objectively attractive and knows it. you notice it obviously. you’re not blind but there is absolutely no chance you’re giving him the satisfaction of knowing that. he could’ve been the hottest man on the planet and it wouldn’t have mattered. as far as you’re concerned he’s still the inconsiderate jerk next door who’s stolen nearly a week’s worth of sleep from you.
you unlock your apartment door and glance back over your shoulder just long enough to tell him, “you’re the worst neighbor i’ve ever had.” he only smiles wider, completely unfazed, “goodnight.” five seconds later the music starts again. you slowly close your eyes, “i actually hate him.”
the weeks after your first argument are somehow even more irritating than the argument itself. the music never gets quite as loud as it used to which almost makes it worse because you know he heard you. instead he seems to keep it at exactly the volume where he can claim he’s being considerate while still making sure you know it’s on. every time you pass each other in the hallway one of you is always leaving just as the other is arriving. he’ll hold the elevator door open and you’ll take the stairs.
before long, the building starts recognizing you as “the neighbors who don’t like each other.” one afternoon mrs. kim from downstairs catches you checking your mailbox and smiles knowingly. “did you two make up yet?” she asks. you don’t even hesitate before answering, “there’s nothing to make up about.” unfortunately sungchan walks into the lobby just in time to hear you. he glances between you and mrs. kim before the corner of his mouth pulls into a smirk. “see?” he says casually. “we’re making progress.” you roll your eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t get stuck. “don’t flatter yourself,” you shoot back before grabbing your mail and walking away. you can hear him chuckle behind you and it takes every ounce of self control not to turn around.
he’s irritating.
you’ve accepted that.
what you don’t expect is to come home one friday night with mascara running down your cheeks. the date had started fine. it had ended with your date checking his phone halfway through dinner and admitting he “wasn’t really looking for anything serious" and then asking if you’d be offended if he left early because his friends had invited him out. you’d smiled, told him it was fine, waited until he left, and then spent the entire ride home crying quietly in the back of your uber.
it’s nearly midnight by the time you get back to your apartment building. you wipe quickly at your face before pushing through the front entrance hoping no one notices. of course, your luck runs out immediately. sungchan is sitting on the front steps with a drink in one hand and an earbud in the other. the second he hears the door open, he looks up. “rough night?” he asks but the teasing tone you’re used to isn’t there. you freeze for half a second before looking away silently praying the poor lighting hides your face. it doesn’t. he quietly pulls his earbud out, studies you for another moment and asks much more softly, “someone made you cry?”
you sniff once, already annoyed that he noticed. “mind your business,” you mumble as you start toward the entrance. normally he would’ve answered with something sarcastic. instead he stands and takes a few steps toward you, stopping far enough away that you don’t feel cornered. “come here,” he says gently. you let out a watery laugh and shake your head. “absolutely not.” he doesn’t push. instead he slips his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and watches you for a second before asking, “did he dump you?” you look away, embarrassed by how obvious it apparently is. “something like that,” you admit quietly. sungchan lets out a disappointed sigh before muttering, “idiot.”
you glance back at him, confused. “you don’t even know him,” you point out. he shrugs. “don’t need to,” he replies. “any guy who makes a girl come home looking like that is an idiot.” for a moment you don’t know what to say. it’s easily the nicest thing he’s ever said to you which somehow makes it even more annoying. you look down at the ground and quietly insist, “i’m fine.” he doesn’t buy it for a second. “no you’re not,” he says and when you repeat, “i said i’m fine,” he simply studies you for another moment before shaking his head. “you’re a terrible liar.”
you roll your eyes at him and scoff. “there it is,” he says with a small smile. he looks oddly pleased with himself. you let out a long sigh and rub under your eyes trying to fix your mascara. “don’t make this weird,” you warn. “i’m trying not to.” the two of you stand there in comfortable silence for a few seconds before sungchan looks down at the sidewalk, kicks lightly at a loose pebble, and says almost absentmindedly, “you know i could treat you way better than that.” the words catch you so off guard that you stop moving.
“excuse me?”
he finally looks back up at you and his expression is completely serious. “i’m serious.” you stare at him searching his face for the punchline. he lets out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “look i’m not saying you should date me,” he says quickly only for you to raise an eyebrow and reply, “you literally just implied it.” “yeah,” he admits after a beat. “that came out a lot smoother in my head.” for the first time you laugh. it slips out before you can stop it. the sound makes him smile. you shake your head still smiling despite yourself. you open the door to the building and look back at sungchan, “you’re still the worst neighbor i’ve ever had.” his hands are still tucked into his hoodie pocket as he follows behind you. “yeah?” he asks.
“yeah."
seunghan
seunghan slipped into the lecture hall just before class started, quietly scanning the room until his eyes landed on the only empty seat left. the one beside you. he hesitated for a second. “… is this seat taken?” he asked softly. you looked around the nearly full classroom before shaking your head. “no.” “oh.” he nodded once. “okay.” he sat down carefully, setting his backpack at his feet. after that, he didn’t say another word. halfway through the lecture your professor asked everyone to compare notes with the person beside them because one of the slides had gone by too quickly.
you turned toward seunghan and he looked up at the exact same time. for a second neither of you spoke then he quietly slid his notebook toward you. his handwriting was neat except there were only about four lines of actual notes. you looked at him and he looked away first. “… i write kind of slow,” he admitted. you smiled a little before turning your notebook toward him instead. “you can copy mine.” he blinked, “… really?” you nodded.
the next few weeks settled into an unspoken routine. you always sat in the same seat and he always ended up beside you. sometimes he got there first and put his bag on your seat for yoy. sometimes you did. neither of you ever mentioned it. you noticed he wrote down almost everything the professor said but somehow still looked confused every lecture. he noticed you answered questions without ever raising your hand first. whenever the professor asked something and the room stayed quiet, you would sigh softly before answering anyway and he always looked relieved when you did.
it wasn’t until the first exam grades were handed back that everything finally made sense. you glanced sideways when seunghan let out the quietest, most defeated, “… oh,” before immediately flipping the paper over as though hiding the grade would somehow erase it. you had already seen the bright red forty eight percent. he noticed your expression change and looked like he wanted the floor to open beneath him. “please don’t,” he muttered, refusing to meet your eyes as he gripped the edge of the paper a little tighter. “don’t what?” you asked, keeping your voice gentle instead of teasing. he let out a quiet sigh. “look at me.” his embarrassment was written all over his face. you bit back a smile. “i wasn’t judging you,” you said honestly hoping he’d believe you.
“you should,” he mumbled still staring at his desk instead of you. class ended a few minutes later. you packed your bag while he remained sitting there, staring at the exam as though the grade might change if he waited long enough. you were halfway out of your seat when he finally spoke. “… can i ask you something?” he asked. his voice was so hesitant that you stopped immediately and turned back toward him. “yeah?” you answered, waiting patiently. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking painfully uncomfortable. “… this is embarrassing,” he admitted, letting out an awkward laugh that held absolutely no confidence. “okay,” you said patiently, folding your arms as you waited for him to continue instead of rushing him. he glanced down at the exam in front of him. “… i’m kind of failing now,” he admitted. “kind of?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “… very.” his correction came with a defeated sigh that made it impossible not to smile. he noticed immediately. “i knew you were gonna laugh,” he complained though there wasn’t any real annoyance behind it. “i’m not laughing at you,” you replied trying to sound more convincing than you felt. “close enough,” he muttered.
another awkward silence settled between you before he took a deep breath. “would you …” he started, only to stop and shake his head. “… could you tutor me?” his eyes stayed fixed firmly on the floor. before you could answer he rushed to add, “you don’t have to. actually forget i asked. that’s probably weird.” the words tumbled out so quickly it was obvious he was already regretting asking. “seunghan,” you said making him finally look up. “i’ll tutor you.” the answer came so easily that he blinked in surprise “…really?” he asked, searching your face as if he expected you to change your mind. “really,” you confirmed with a small nod. he studied you for another second before asking, “you don’t think i’m hopeless?”
“i think you need help,” you admitted honestly. for the first time since you’d met him, he laughed under his breath instead of apologizing. “that’s probably true,” he agreed, rubbing the back of his neck once more. “library tomorrow?” you asked as you adjusted your backpack onto your shoulder, already knowing what his answer would be. he nodded almost immediatly. “good." you smiled at him, turning around to leave.
the first tutoring session lasted almost three hours. it was not because seunghan wasn’t trying. if anything he was trying too hard. he frowned at every page of the textbook like it had personally offended him and reread the same paragraph four different times. “wait,” he said quietly, tapping the page with his pencil. “if this happened before this … then why are they talking about it here?” his eyebrows pinched together as he looked from the textbook to your notes completely puzzled by what he was reading. you leaned over to see what he was pointing at. “because they’re comparing the two events,” you explained as you drew a quick timeline in the margin of his notebook. “look. if you put them in order first it makes a lot more sense.” you turned the notebook toward him so he could follow the arrows you had just drawn.
he watched you write before looking back at the chapter. “oh,” he murmured as the realization finally beginning to settle in. “does that make sense now?” you asked. you glanced over at him to make sure you hadn’t lost him again. he nodded once. “yeah. i think i was making it more complicated than it actually is.” his shoulders relaxed a little as he looked back down at the page. “you’ve done that with almost every chapter,” you teased. he looked mildly embarrassed. “i have?” he asked. “a little. but im joking,” you admitted with a grin. the answer earned a quiet laugh from him as he rubbed the back of his neck.
by the time the library announced it would be closing soon his notebook looked completely different. it was filled with timelines, arrows, little explanations you’d squeezed into the margins, and enough sticky notes to double its thickness. he closed it carefully before looking over at you. “i actually understood that,” he admitted sounding more surprised than proud of himself. “see?” you smiled. “you’re not bad at history.” you leaned back in your chair happy to finally see some confidence on his face. “i got a forty,” he reminded you. “because you panic,” you answered. “also true,” he admitted with a small sigh.
you packed your things while he slowly organized his backpack. just as you slung your bag over your shoulder he spoke again. “can i ask you something?” his voice was hesitant enough that you stopped before taking another step. you turned back toward him. “sure." his fingers fidgeting with the zipper of his backpack. “how much do i owe you?”
you blinked in confusion. “for today,” he clarified. “or all of it i guess. however you charge.” the explanation came out in one nervous rush like he was trying to get it over with before he lost his courage. you couldn’t help smiling. “charge?” you repeated. he nodded immediately. “you spent three hours helping me.”
“i know,” you replied.
“so" he looked down at the table for a second before continuing. “it doesn’t feel right if i don’t pay you.” you pretended to think about it for a moment, tapping your finger against your chin. “okay,” you said eventually, watching him immediately reach for his wallet.
“one date.”
his hand stopped halfway to his pocket. “what?" “one date,” you repeated. “that’s how you can pay me.” he stared at you. “… a date?” the question sounded more like he was asking for confirmation that he’d heard you correctly. “yeah,” you answered trying not to laugh at the expression on his face. he looked around the library like someone else might explain what was happening. “with …” he slowly pointed at himself. “… me?” the disbelief in his voice made your smile even wider. you laughed softly. “yes, seunghan. with you.” his mouth opened and then closed. “are you serious?” he asked. "why wouldn't i be?" you tilted your head. "i thought you were just being nice to me.” he looked down at the table again. “i was,” you answered honestly. “no,” he corrected quietly. “i mean … i didn’t think his His sentence faded away before he could finish it. you decided to help him out, “liked you?” “yeah,” he admitted after a long pause.
you smiled at him. “i do.” he looked down at the table for a few seconds, smiling to himself before finally looking back up again. “i think that’s cheaper than tutoring,” he joked quietly. “depends where you take me,” you answered with a grin. “i can probably afford coffee,” he offered. “coffee sounds perfect,” you watched him nod almost immediately. “okay,” his tone was a little more confident. “it’s a date.”
wonbin
wonbin’s first memory of you was you shoving him hard enough that he landed on the wood chips underneath the playground slide back in kindergarten. he hadn’t even done anything. he’d just been waiting his turn. you looked down at him for a second before climbing up the slide like nothing had happened. when the teacher asked what happened, you shrugged innocently, “he fell.” wonbin looked at you in complete disbelief.
he knew you pushed him and you knew you pushed him.
somehow you still got away with it. that became a pattern throughout the school year. you weren't mean to anyone else. it was just to him. if he was quietly coloring, you’d lean over and scribble on the edge of his paper before running away laughing. if he built something during free play, you’d “accidentally” knock it over. if he lined up first after recess you’d squeeze in front of him.
every time your teacher caught you she’d let out the same tired sigh before looking between the two of you. “again?” she would ask. “it was an accident,” you’d insist every single time. your teacher would cross her arms, “you’ve had a lot of accidents around wonbin,” she’d point out patiently. you’d glance over at him for a second before looking back at your teacher with an awkward little shrug. “… yeah.”
after a while wonbin stopped trying to defend himself. instead he’d quietly pick his crayons back up off the floor, rebuild whatever you’d knocked over, or step back into line after you’d squeezed in front of him. “why are you like this?” he’d mumble, sounding confused rather than angry. you never had an answer for him because you genuinely didn’t know. all you knew was that if wonbin was somewhere, you somehow ended up there too.
it got bad enough that one afternoon wonbin’s mom finally walked into the classroom after school to talk to the teacher. she’d watched her son come home one too many times complaining about the same little girl and she couldn’t understand why you seemed to have made him your personal target. your mom happened to be picking you up at the same time and before long both of them were standing outside the classroom while the teacher explained, with the exhausted expression of someone who’d repeated herself a hundred times already, that you only ever seemed to bother one child. “she’s actually very sweet with everyone else,” the teacher admitted. “it’s just … wonbin.”
wonbin’s mom looked over at you where you were hiding halfway behind your own mother’s leg before looking back at your mom with an apologetic smile. “i promise i’m not upset,” she said gently. “i’m just trying to figure out what my son did.” your mom sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “trust me,” your mom replied, “i’ve been asking her the same question for months.” she crouched down in front of you and asked, “why are you being so mean?” you stared at your shoes for so long that all four adults thought you weren’t going to answer. finally you shrugged. “i don’t know.” and somehow that was the truth. you weren’t trying to be mean. you just couldn’t seem to leave him alone.
the conversation didn’t magically fix everything. you still bothered him all through the rest of kindergarten, although the shoving slowly turned into smaller things. you’d hide his eraser in your desk and then dramatically “find” it when he couldn’t. sometimes you’d sit in his chair before he got back from sharpening his pencil just because you thought the annoyed little sigh he’d let out was funny. every single time he’d look at you with the exact same expression and ask, “seriously?” and every single time you’d grin back like you hadn’t done anything wrong.
by first grade, though, the teasing had started to lose its edge. you still bothered him but now you also talked to him. if you stole his pencil, you’d hand it back after making him chase you around the classroom once. if you cut in front of him in line, you’d save him the spot next to you. somewhere along the way the teachers stopped separating the two of you because somehow you always found your way back to each other anyway.
that spring your class read a picture book about something you forgot about and your teacher decided the best way to celebrate finishing it was with a pretend wedding. construction paper flowers covered the classroom, paper rings were passed around, and everyone’s names were pulled out of a bucket to decide the pairs. when your teacher unfolded the slip of paper with both your names on it wonbin buried his face in his hands while you looked around in complete horror. “not him,” you complained immediately. “not her,” wonbin answered just as quickly.
the ceremony lasted less than five minutes. your teacher handed both of you little paper rings, “do you promise to be nice to each other?” wonbin answered first with a quiet, “i’ll try.” you crossed your arms stubbornly before mumbling, “… fine.” you looked over at wonbin expecting him to look as embarrassed as you felt only to find him trying very hard not to laugh. against your own will you laughed too.
after that day things slowly became different. by middle school you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d shoved him. instead you found yourselves sitting together during lunch because it was easier than finding new seats. you’d walk home in the same direction after school, complaining about homework or teachers or whatever game everyone was obsessed with that month. one afternoon wonbin stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and looked at you suspiciously. “you haven’t stolen anything from me in like … two years.” you blinked at him. “do you want me to?” he laughed immediately. “no.”
freshman year of high school arrived before either of you really noticed. one afternoon after classes ended the two of you ended up sitting on the football field while everyone else headed home. you were talking about elementary school when wonbin suddenly shook his head with a quiet laugh. “you know,” he admitted, “i really thought you hated me back then.” you looked over at him in complete disbelief. “what?” he smiled. “you bullied me for, like, two years.” you covered your face with your hands. “i know.” for a long moment neither of you said anything. then you looked over at him again. “can i ask you something?”
wonbin turned toward you without a second thought. “sure,” he answered, completely unaware of where the conversation was about to go. you took a small breath before finally saying it. “will you go out with me?” for a second wonbin thought he’d heard you wrong. “are you serious?” he asked quietly. he searched your face to see if you were joking. you nodded once but all of the confidence you’d had thirty seconds earlier had completely disappeared. “yeah,” you admitted, suddenly finding the football field much more interesting than looking at him.
wonbin didn’t answer right away. slowly the corners of his mouth lifted into the softest smile “i’ve been waiting for you to ask,” he confessed. you immediately looked back at him with a frown. “you couldn’t have asked me?” you complained. wonbin laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back on his hands. “i figured i’d already survived kindergarten,” he teased, looking over at you with a grin. “i didn’t want to push my luck.”
sohee
sohee met you before either of you could properly spell your own names. your moms had been friends so it was almost impossible to find you without sohee. if someone asked where you were, the answer was usually, “with sohee.” if someone asked where sohee was, the answer was usually, “with yn.”
the only problem was that somewhere around middle school sohee stopped looking at you like just his best friend. by freshman year of high school, he was hopelessly enamored with you. everyone else figured it out long before you did “just ask her out,” sungchan would tell him.
“she doesn’t like me like that," sohee played with his grey mystery food from the cafeteria. “how do you know?” seunghan pressed. sohee would just shrug. you treated him exactly the same as you always had. you held onto his arm when you were cold and asked for his hoodie. you called him whenever something good happened. you made him carry your backpack when your shoulders hurt. you told him every crush you had, every almost relationship, and every guy who’d asked for your number. every single time sohee smiled, nodded, gave whatever advice you asked for. then he went home wondering why he kept doing this to himself. “you’re literally in love with her,” anton sighed in your junior year. “i know," sohee buried his head in his hands. he raised his eyebrows, “and you’re still listening to her talk about other guys?” sohee looked down before quietly answering, “she’s my best friend first.”
if being her best friend was all he’d ever get to be he’d take it. he’d rather have that than lose you entirely.
senior year started but something about that year felt different almost immediately. you started choosing the seat next to him instead of across the room. you lingered after basketball practice to wait while he finished helping clean up. you texted him about nothing more often. he noticed every little change and refused to let himself hope. it wasn’t until october that everything shifted.
you’d gone to a school football game together, squeezed onto the cold aluminum bleachers with the rest of your friends. everyone else eventually wandered off for snacks, leaving the two of you alone. it was colder than expected. without thinking you reached over and slipped your hand into the pocket of his hoodie to warm it. you’d done things like that before yet sohee couldn't help but stare. after a minute you looked over, “why are you looking at me like that?”
he blinked, “…like what?”
“like your brain stopped working." you laughed quietly while sohee stared at you still, shaking your head before looking back toward the field “you’re cute.” his heart stopped. from that night on you started noticing things you’d somehow ignored for years. you noticed the way he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk and the way he remembered every tiny thing you mentioned, even months later. one afternoon, a few weeks later, you were sitting on the hood of his car after school. you looked over at him, “can i ask you something?" you hesitated for a moment before looking over at him. “how long have you liked me?” sohee went completely still. "who told you?” “nobody.” you shrugged, picking at the skin by your nails. “i just finally noticed.” he looked down at his hands, embarrassed enough that the tips of his ears turned pink. “a while.”
“how long is ‘a while’?” you asked. he let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “do you really want to know?” when you nodded he took a slow breath before quietly admitting, “since i was thirteen." your eyes widened. “thirteen?” he nodded, "i just thought the crush would go away."
“and?”
he finally looked over at you with the same soft expression he’d been wearing for years. “it didn’t. the two of you sat in silence for a long moment. then you smiled. “you know” you nudged his shoulder gently with yours. “i think i’m finally catching up.” he frowned in confusion. “what?”you looked away. suddenly the parking lot much more interesting than his face. “i said i think i’m finally catching up.” he looked at you confused, “to what?” you groaned, already feeling your confidence slipping away. “sohee.” he frowned in confusion. “what?” you rolled your eyes, “to you and your feelings. ” it took a full five seconds for the words to register. finally his eyes went impossibly wide, "wait.” you laughed nervously. “yeah.” he blinked at you again still trying to process what he’d just heard. “wait.” you covered your face “you’re really making me regret saying this.” "no. no, don’t.” he was smiling so hard it made you smile too. “i just” he shook his head in complete disbelief before laughing quietly to himself. “i’ve wanted to hear that for years.” you reached over and intertwined your fingers with his. “good thing we still have senior year left.” sohee looked down at your hand resting in his before giving it the gentlest squeeze. he’d spent four years convincing himself that being your best friend was enough. he never imagined he’d get to be anything more yet here you were.
anton
anton hadn’t even wanted to go to the party. if it had been up to him he would’ve spent the night at his apartment watching a movie or catching up on assignments. but wonbin had shown up at his door with the sole purpose of dragging him out of the house. after nearly twenty minutes of complaining that college parties weren’t his thing anton eventually gave in mostly because he knew wonbin wasn’t going to leave until he did.
you, on the other hand, had been looking forward to the party all week. by the time anton and wonbin walked through the front door you’d already been there for hours. the music was deafening, the house was packed shoulder to shoulder with people, and somewhere between your first drink and whatever you were up to now someone had convinced you that dancing on top of the living room coffee table was a fantastic idea.
from where anton was standing he noticed you almost immediately. it was practically impossible not to. you were loud enough for half the house, laughing so hard you nearly doubled over as your friends cheered you on from below. he barely had enough time to wonder before you took one step backward and your foot slipped on the edge of the table. suddenly you were falling directly toward him.
he instinctively reached out to catch you but instead the two of you crashed into each other and ended up sprawled across the sticky hardwood floor. for a second neither of you moved. you looked up at the poor stranger you’d just fell on and blinked at him through your alcohol induced haze. you burst into laughter. anton’s face was bright red before he’d even managed to sit up. any normal person probably would’ve apologized, introduced themselves, and never spoken to each other again.
instead you stood up and ran after your friend who was making her way to the kitchen for another drink. you both kept running into each other for the rest of the night. first in the kitchen while you were trying to find your friend, then out on the back patio where it was finally quiet enough to hear each other speak, and later wandering through the crowded hallway. by then the party around you had faded into background noise. the conversation with anton came surprisingly easy. before either of you really realized what was happening, you had both slipped away from the crowd in search of somewhere a little quieter.
