#wonbin fic

[hrtfelt4u]

irritation. | wonbin park.

synopsis: avoiding wonbin after he’d drunkenly confessed his feelings for you doesn't go too well.

word count: 1k

content warning: fem!reader, swearing

author's note: this was an old drabble inspired off a prompt but i forgot where i got it on tumblr </3 forgive meee!!! enjoy some cheeky wonbin tho

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“Hey— Y/N! Y/N!”

You freeze in your steps, eyes closing from your name being called in an all-too familiar tone.

“Where the hell were you this morning, lady?” 

Hearing the harshly spitted words down at the end of the dorm hall, you slowly turn with a swear under your breath. 

“Why are you cursing me out at ten in the morning? It’s a Tuesday. Relax.” You put your arms out in surrender.

The brunette gestures his hands out in confusion to your nonchalance, face scrunched in annoyance as he stalks towards you. “You left me hanging this morning at the cafe! I even got your usual disgusting black coffee and you didn’t show.”

Tucking your lips into your mouth, you’re lost on making an excuse. Ever since last Sunday’s dreadful realization of— “Oh fuck, I’m actually developing feelings for this asshat”— you had decidedly bailed on your Tuesday meetups.

Now… yes. It was very rude to bail without saying anything. However, it was all karma now, running into Wonbin at the dorms anyway. Just your luck.

“… You remember me taking my coffee black?” 

Even you know your words are meek.

Wonbin is lost, his usual relaxed and sleepy eyes wide. “... That’s what you picked out in what I just said to you?” His eyebrows raise, brain almost producing smoke, trying to figure out why your comment is so off-topic.

Freaking out, you roll your eyes, looking around like you should be anywhere but here at this moment. Your cheeks are warm from confrontation, still blubbering for what to say— especially since Bin looked insanely good right now. 

He looks like he just got out of the shower with his dark hair wet, changed into his usual annoying black muscle tee and cargo pants. Seeing as he smelt like cologne and warm steam, you’re assuming he had been to the gym this morning, showered, and then immediately changed and chased you down this hallway.

“Look, I was busy, okay? I forgot about this— project I have to finish up on. And also Sohee convinced me to feed his… fish… before class…” 

Wonbin only blinks before slowly smirking. It morphs into a large grin, all toothy from the embarrassment starting to grow on you. It’s written clear as day all over your expression.

“You’re a shit liar, you know that? Always have been. Let me guess, you’ve been thinking about what I said Saturday night.” 

He’s irritatingly smug, almost happy to have this effect on you. The worst part was that he wasn’t wrong. It was all you’ve been able to think about. 

“Ohhh, that? Your stupid, drunken confession about liking me freshman year? Why would I? It’s just one of your usual crappy jokes.” You wave a hand, glancing off to the side in nerves.

Bin only cocks his head, eyes squinting before taking a step closer. You instinctively move back but Wonbin takes a hold of your elbow, the contact making your heart sing.

“Y/N, that’s not true. Stop lying.”

“I’m not lying,” You scoff, twisting out of his hold. “I just know you hardly take anyone seriously. Why would I have reason to believe you? You’ve practically dated half the girls on this campus since then. It’s been three years too.” 

Suddenly, Wonbin’s jaw tightens, serious. Your stomach does a flip at the dark look growing in Bin’s eyes, pupils blown out in emotion.

“Look, I may have been drunk confessing to you, but what I said was true. Now don’t stand here and tell me you feel nothing for me because I know you’ll be lying.” 

“You’re… you’re being serious?”

He lets an incredulous scoff, shaking his head. “Yes Y/N, I like you! I don’t know how much more I can spell it out. Who else would be able to handle your daily bullying? Or how to steal my hoodies and stain them to shit? How you inhale half of my fucking food every time we go to the dining hall or—! Even eat all my cereal and take up a drawer in my closet right now? Ugh, you even drink black coffee. I hate that and I hate the smell of it on you. Who does that? That’s vile.”

You can’t help the grin that overtakes your face, hand clutching Wonbin’s while he’s all riled up.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t know. Let me sit on it for a second… jeez.” 

You let air out from your mouth, now pressing the back of your hands to your cheeks. The butterflies in your stomach can’t seem to calm down and Bin’s over-looming presence crowding you didn’t help.

Out of nowhere, he speaks up again, bending a little down to get in your face. “Who’d you get your usual coffee with then? You replacing me, hm?” 

You choke, looking up. You can tell he’s trying to break the ice and you feel a little better already, snorting.

"If you say that guy in the beanie from the other day, I'll be mad. What's his fuck ass name, again? Sock...? Seok—?"

“Shut up, I can get a coffee with whoever I want. Besides,” You peek at your phone. “Don’t you have class soon, asshat? What are you still doing at the dorm?”

He sees through your facade of trying to avoid this conversation again, grabbing the small of your waist with a smile. With him tugging you closer, it’s harder to hide how fast your heart is beating.

“Say you missed me.”

You narrowly miss Bin’s pinch to your cheek, only glaring with no menace behind it. With a palm placed on his solid chest, you try to calm down at his advances.

"Ugh, no! You’re so cringe, I didn't miss you."  

The smile on Wonbin’s handsome features only grows wider.

"Mmm, right. At least look me in the eye when you say that, then I’ll leave it alone." 

Of course you can’t seem to make eye contact suddenly. 

“Screw you!”

Wonbin’s laugh echoes out as you shove at him, hiding your smile by turning away. By God, was he irritating…

At least he was your irritation.

© hrtfelt4u 2025

[pwblant]

Who Knows | park wonbin

pairing — bff!wonbin x gn!reader

genre — friends to something more, slice of life, slowburn (kind of)

warnings — confession scene/kissing

wc — 1.6k

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“hey siri, play who knows by daniel caesar,” wonbin muttered, buckling in his seatbelt as you did yours. he let out a deep but contented sigh—it’s been a long day. anton had invited the friend group over at his home to get together, to have some fun playing board games and all.

“PLUS FOUR, eat that sohee!” anton laughed, slapping his +4 uno card down on the table. the room erupted in laughter as everyone saw sohee on his last two cards. he chuckled.

“guess what,” the boy with the reversed hat started as he tossed his own +4 card onto the pile of colors. and when everyone thought the stacked up punishments of hell were bound to be taken, somehow—just somehow… both eunseok and shotaro also had their own cards of the same kind. now, there were a total of 16 cards waiting for your downfall as your hands frantically searched through your cards for any plus card.

right when you were about to give up, you felt something flat on your knee—a +4 card. wonbin was offering you a deal that you couldn’t refuse. you take it and place it down, passing the punishment to sungchan, whose luck was clearly not on his side.

everyone lost it.

“NO WAY,” shotaro yelled, half out of his chair at this point. “16 cards is illegal, that’s gotta be illegal, man.”

sungchan stared at the blank pile of cards as if it personally betrayed him. “I TRUSTED YOU,” he shouted while dramatically pointing at it.

you just grinned, leaning back on your chair. “maybe you should’ve trusted your luck instead.”

wonbin didn’t say anything, just laughed quietly beside you—shoulders shaking, eyes crinkling in that same way that always made your heart full.

when sungchan finally drawed all his cards (one by one with every card he took having a side of sassy commentary), anton declared the game one of the best he’s had and called for snacks.

hours went by just like that—laughing too loud (that maybe neighbors would be jealous enough of the fun you were having that they wanted to join), arguing over game rules, and stealing chips from each other’s bowls. eventually, as the night settled in, the group separated into their own ways and wonbin offered to drive you home.

which is how you ended up here.

lately i’ve been thinking that perhaps i am a coward

wonbin’s always liked you—and he doesn’t know if he’s obvious about it or not. you’ve been good friends ever since highschool, always partnering up for pairworks and asking each other for homework answers. he had always admired you as a friend, for being effortlessly smart, kind, and for always looking out for him— it’s almost like he feels like he’s not good enough to be with you. only recently did those small things start to burn something new inside him—it would’ve been easy if not for the hesitation he felt every time he’d try to approach you to tell you what he felt.

maybe he’s unsure if telling you would be okay—if it wouldn’t ruin the friendship he values oh so dearly, if you’d even say yes.

… now, you’re both in your 4th year of college and city lights blur past the windows like they’re in on a little secret too.

“traffic’s… not bad tonight.” wonbin says, breaking the silence. it’s the kind of sentence people would say when they don’t actually care about the traffic. just speaking to speak.

you hum in response, resting your head against the seat as daniel caesar plays softly from the speakers—the song was low enough to feel like background noise but intimate enough to fill the space between you. for a minute, it’s just the sound of the engine, the music, and the unspoken things sitting heavy in the car.

“today was fun, i needed that,” you say eventually. “thanks for driving me home.”

“yeah,” he replies rather quickly, then softer. “me too.”

he glances at you at a red light—just a quick look. the kind that made it seem like he was afraid of getting caught. you’re smiling faintly, eyes half-lidded, fingers lightly tapping on your thigh to the rhythm of the song.

Is it a crime to be unsure?

because right now, wonbin feels guilty for wanting more than this—wanting more than late night drives, more than seeing you only when he had a good reason to, more than borrowing +4 cards slipped onto your knee like a secret.

he knows you’re not up for dating—at least that’s what he thinks he knows seeing you reject boy after boy.

the stop light turns green and the car eases forward again. wonbin’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel, biting away at his lip just a second before relaxing, like he’s stopping himself from thinking a thought he doesn’t want to finish.

maybe you’re just tired. maybe you’re comfortable. maybe this quiet and peaceful closeness is enough for you.

but then you speak again, breaking the silence.

“can i ask you something?”

lately i’ve been thinking ‘bout my precarious future

his heart stutters, eyes looking over then back to the road. “yeah. sure.”

you don’t look at him right away. your eyes stay focused on the road ahead, the reflections of streetlights sliding across the windshield. “do you ever feel like you’re stuck between wanting to stay safe and wanting to be honest?”

his heart almost leapt out of his chest—an awkward laugh-sounding breath leaves his mouth. “that’s—“ he stops himself. “that’s really specific.”

you smile a little. “i know.”

“well, yeah,” he says finally. “i feel like that a lot actually.”

your fingers stop tapping. you turn to look at him now, and for a second, the city outside seems to disappear. “i think,” you say slowly. “being unsure doesn’t mean someone’s weak. it sounds more like they care about what happens after.”

the words settle between you, soft but definitely there.

wonbin swallows. his mouth opens, but closes again. he wants to say your name. he wants to say something more. instead, he just nods.

“yeah,” he murmurs. “maybe.”

i know that i’ll love you always

“what do you think about finding love? is that weird?” wonbin says, managing to get the sentence out his throat.

there’s a slight pause.

“maybe, if the right person would come to me,” you begin, voice calm and steady. “then i’d just let it happen.”

his grip on the steering wheel loosens. that somehow made him feel a bit better.

he doesn’t say anything right away—though some weight had lifted off of his heart, he’s afraid that if he does, it’ll come out wrong, or too honest, or too much. instead, he just nods, lips curling into a thin smile.

“that makes sense,” he says softly, and somehow it feels like relief.

the rest of the drive passes in comfortable silence. the radio song changes, the ac is softer, and your street finally comes into view—familiar houses, warm porch lights, the kind of place that makes you feel safe.

wonbin pulls over smoothly in front of your house.

“we’re here,” he says, almost reluctant.

“yeah,” you reply, unbuckling your seatbelt.

he’s out of the car before you could even reach for the door handle. by the time you step out, the cold air cool against your skin, he’s already there—holding the door open with his palm out for you to take like its his second nature.

“thank you,” you say, smiling softly at him.

“always,” he answers just as easily.

you stand there for a moment. neither of you move, like the night is waiting for something to just happen. then you step forward and wrap your arms around him.

it’s a big hug—warm, tight, and unguarded. you rest your cheek on his chest.

“thank you for tonight,” you murmur. “for passing me the uno card and everything.”

wonbin freezes for a second before his arms come up around you, careful at first then certain. he hopes you don’t hear his racing heart, but his hold on you is steady, like he’s been waiting for this moment for forever.

“yeah,” he whispers. “of course.”

you pull back, fingers slipping from his jacket, already turning to your door.

“—wait.”

his hand finds your wrist—he holds just enough to stop you. you turn back, eyebrows lifting in surprisement and concern.

wonbin swallows. his chest feels tight, but in a good way—like what he has to say is finally breaking free from its cage.

“can i—“ he exhales, steadying himself. “can i kiss you?”

the world goes still.

you search his face for a moment—one filled with hope, love, and pure admiration—and then you smile.

“yeah,” you say. “you can.”

his breath catches, he swears his heart stopped pumping blood into his veins for a second. he steps closer, slow like he’s giving you every chance to take back what you said, but you don’t.

he cups your face, one hand resting at the back of your head as he leans in. the kiss is gentle—no rush, just warmth, certainty, and the kind of closeness that feels earned. like all those years of friendship led up to this moment. like a movie scene you stay seated for, waiting to the end of the credits just to see.

when he pulls back, his forehead rests slightly on yours. you could see his nose is tinted pink, his eyes are shiny—watery even. you wipe his tears away with your sleeve.

“goodnight,” he murmurs.

“goodnight, wonbin.” you reply back.

you head inside with a smile that stays long after the door closes behind you.

outside, wonbin can’t believe he did it. he’s smiling like an idiot as the kiss replayed over and over again in his mind.

and for the first time, he drives away feeling like maybe—just maybe, being honest wasn’t the risky choice at all.

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© pwblant 2026

[luvyeni]

THEY SMACK YOUR ASS 𖹭 라이즈 ( text reaction ) !

genre suggestive 𖹭 warning mentions of ass slapping , jokes pairing — OT7 x fem reader | back to library .

— you get mad at them for slapping your ass to hard

request. i was wondering if you could do a riize and or enhypen text and or drabble (ot7 if you’re comfortable with it) when they slap your butt to hard and then now you’re mad at them.

©️LUVYENI

[tarofiles]

: wonbin x reader ( 942wc )

warnings: suggestive…. nothing else

1:21 am

the air felt thick between you, like something was about to snap. wonbin stood just inches away, too close for comfort, too close for your heart to stay calm. you tried to keep your breathing even, but it wasn't working. every time your chest rose, you felt the heat of his presence on you.

you hadn't meant to stand this close to him, hadn't meant for everything between you to feel so charged. but here you were. "you're so tense," wonbin murmured, his voice low, almost teasing. his eyes searched yours, reading you in a way that made you feel exposed, vulnerable in a way you couldn't explain.

you tried to look away, to keep some distance, but your gaze stayed locked on his. how could you not look at him? "i'm fine," you whispered, but deep inside you knew it was a lie. your heart pounded in your chest, so loud you were sure he could hear it too. you felt almost weak, caught in his web.

wonbin smiled, a slow, knowing grin. "you sure about that?" he asked, his voice dropping as his eyes looked down to your lips, making you feel exposed. you didn't know how to respond.

his hand moved slowly as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. but you couldn't. the touch was featherlight at first, just the tip of his finger brushing the curve of your jaw. it made your breath hitch, your whole body trembling. "you don't have to hide it," he said softly, his voice wrapping around you. "i can tell you want to kiss me."

you froze, eyes widening at the words. you didn't even know what you were supposed to feel, but something in the way his finger grazed your skin made your chest tighten with need.

wonbin noticed. he always noticed. the way your body reacted to him, the way your hands clenched at your sides as if you were trying to hold yourself back. "i think you've been wanting this for a while," he murmured, his voice dark and enticing. "haven't you?"

the question made something stir deep inside you, a mix of nervousness and something else, something darker, something you hadn't quite recognized before. you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. your throat was dry, the words tangled in your head, your thoughts scattered by the weight of his stare. wonbin chuckled. "shh… it's okay," he whispered reassuringly, but you weren't sure if you felt safe or exposed in that moment. "i'll take care of you."

his hand slid down your arm slowly, almost like he was savoring every inch of skin he touched, sending shivers down your spine. you felt your heart race, the rush of desire curling low in your stomach, but you still couldn't bring yourself to move. your body was betraying you, reacting to his touch in ways you didn't know how to stop. wonbin leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. you shuddered, a soft gasp escaping you as his fingers traced the line of your neck, teasing, like he knew exactly where to touch to make you react.

"i can feel how nervous you are," he murmured, his voice a whisper against your skin. "but you don't need to be. just let me lead, sweetheart." your body felt like it was on fire. you wanted to pull away, to say something, anything. but instead you stayed there, frozen in place, letting him control every movement, every breath.

wonbin's hand slid lower, gently cupping the curve of your waist, and you gasped, the contact soft, but it felt too much in the best way. "you don't have to be scared," he whispered, as if he could sense how you were trembling, how much you wanted to pull away, and how much you wanted to stay. you wanted to protest, to pull back and say you weren't ready, but his lips found yours before you could say anything. the kiss was gentle at first, hesitant, like you were both testing the waters. but then his mouth pressed harder against yours, and the pressure sent a shock of heat straight to your core. you gasped into the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt as if it was the only thing holding you up. wonbin didn't pull back. instead, his hands slid lower, tracing the curve of your hips, pulling you closer to him, until you could feel the heat of his body pressed againstyours.

his tongue gently parted your lips, and you couldn't help but open up. your heart pounded, your chest tight, as if you couldn't breathe properly with him so close. this was new, this overwhelming desire. yet the longer you kissed him, the more you found yourself giving in to it.

"you taste so sweet," wonbin murmured, breaking the kiss only to slide his lips down to your neck, his hands carefully scooping you up and placing you on the counter of the bathroom. your body trembled, the coldness of the counter a sharp contrast to the heat building between you.

you were so confused. you didn't know what was happening, but you didn't want it to stop either. the way wonbin kissed you, the way his hands roamed, the way he made you feel like you were everything to him, it was intoxicating. "let go," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours, his voice thick with desire. "you don't need to fight it. just trust me."

and, in that moment, everything inside you whispered to let him take control, to let him lead.

[imsosoheee]

paranoia - p.wb

wc: 1k , pairing: insecure bf!wonbin x assuring gf!reader , genre: angst, fluff , warnings: slight angst, insecurity within relationship, wb cries , synopsis: BASED OFF OF 'paranoia' by the marias!!! valentine's night with boyfriend wonbin, but you notice something is weighing on his mind...

a/n! hi guys i forgot to post this in time 😭😭😭 it's literally been in my drafts for MONTHS but i was waiting for valentine's day to post it and then forgot 😭 but i hope you're all doing well, i miss all of u 🥹🤍 stay warm and safe!!!

it’s valentine’s day in the city, and the air smells like sugar and perfume.

you’re curled up in the backseat of a cab, the windows fogged from the cold, the streetlights trailing like slow motion sparkles across wonbin’s face. he’s leaning against you, cheek pressed to your shoulder, silent in the way that only happens when he’s thinking too hard. you can feel it in the tension of his fingers, how he keeps curling them into your coat like he needs proof that you’re still there.

"you okay?" you murmur, voice low, thumb brushing lightly over his hand.

he nods, doesn’t look at you. "just tired."

but you know it’s not that. not really.

he’s been like this all week—subdued, sweet in that clingy way you secretly love, but distant in the places you can’t reach. like he’s afraid of something he doesn’t want to name. and you’ve seen it before. the way it crawls up his spine and sits behind his eyes. doubt, soft and ugly. too quiet to fight but too loud to ignore.

so you hold him tighter. let him rest his weight against you, fingers slipping into his hair. "we can go home," you say. "we don’t have to do anything. just lay down, listen to music."

he hums, nods again. his hand comes up to rest over yours, and you press a kiss to his temple just to feel him breathe again.

later, in your apartment, he’s curled up in the middle of your bed like a spoiled cat—hair a little messy from the shower, hoodie a size too big, sleeves falling past his hands. the room smells like your favorite candle and the leftover sugar from those macarons he made you buy earlier even though he pretended they were for you.

he looks beautiful. soft. like someone you’d write a thousand love letters to and still feel like you didn’t say enough.

you crawl in beside him, wrapping around him from behind, your hand slipping under the hem of his hoodie to touch warm skin.

"you’re really quiet today," you whisper into his shoulder.

he shifts. pauses. "...do you ever think about leaving me?"

the question is so quiet you almost miss it. it breaks something in your chest.

you sit up just enough to see him, your heart doing that slow, sinking thing it does when he gets like this. when his mind takes him to places you can’t follow.

"what?" you ask softly, brushing your fingers through his bangs. "where’s this coming from?"

he shrugs, avoiding your gaze. "i don’t know. just… sometimes i think i’m too much. and you’re… too good."

you let out a breath, gentle and sad. because this isn’t the first time he’s said something like that. and it won’t be the last. wonbin loves to be loved, but part of him still can’t believe he deserves it. not fully.

you lean down and kiss his cheek. then the corner of his mouth. then his jaw.

"if in the morning i’m with you, and in the evening i’m there," you whisper, each word a kiss. "and if it’s you that’s always waiting—then why would i ever want someone else?"

his eyes close. his throat works like he’s trying not to cry. "i don’t know," he says. "sometimes it just feels like… one day you’ll wake up and realize there’s someone better."

you shake your head, climbing over him gently until you’re nose to nose, both of you tangled in the warmth of your sheets.

"you’ve always been the one, wonbin. even before you knew it. even before i did." your fingers brush along his cheek. "there’s no one else. not even close."

he finally looks at you. and it’s that look again—the one that makes you feel like the only thing in the world. like you hung the stars and spelled his name in the constellations. but this time it’s laced with something tender. something tired.

he swallows hard.

"i get so scared sometimes," he admits, voice cracking. "like… like there’s this part of you i’ll never be able to reach. or that maybe you’ll get tired of how much i need you. how soft i get around you. it’s pathetic."

"it’s not pathetic," you say, sharper than you mean to. your hands cradle his face now, gentle but insistent. "don’t you ever call it that. you love harder than anyone i know. that isn’t weakness."

"but it feels like weakness." his voice splinters. "like i’m always waiting for something to go wrong. like i’m bracing for it."

your chest aches. the kind of ache that makes your breath catch, because you’ve seen him like this—late at night, when he thinks you’re asleep, curled in on himself like he's trying to disappear. always trying to prove something. to deserve something he already has.

"what would it take?" you ask quietly. "for you to believe you’re enough for me?"

he closes his eyes. a single tear escapes down his cheek.

"i don’t know," he says. "i want to believe it. i really do. but sometimes it’s like my head won’t let me."

you nod, pulling him in until your foreheads touch, your voice barely audible in the quiet of your room.

"then let me say it again. as many times as it takes."

his fingers tighten around your waist, desperate in a way that breaks your heart open. and he hides in your neck again, trembling just slightly, like the weight of all his unsaid fears has finally caught up to him.

"don’t run from me," you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair. "not when i’m right here."

"i won’t," he whispers back.

and for the rest of the night, he holds you like a lifeline. like he’s still learning how to believe in good things, and you let him. you hold him right back.

because loving him has never been hard—it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done. and someday, you hope he’ll understand just how much that means.

someday, you hope he’ll believe that he’s worthy of being chosen—again and again and again.

[snowpinkcheetah]

heartbreak anniversary | park wonbin

synopsis: it's the first anniversary of you and wonbin's relationship. your anniversary plans were previously made. and yet, wonbin had to cancel. content warnings: swearing, arguments, lying, toxic behavior from both parties (kinda), etc. boyfriend!wonbin playing games in y/n's face. snitching too. etc. note: first smau so if there's glitches or mistakes, look away 😭 i was bored making this during thanksgiving.

[itssmean]

rating things my bf did | wonbin

ᝰ.ᐟ inspired by tiktok’s trend . implied fem reader and might contain some errors !

other members version : shotaro, sungchan eunseok, seunghan, sohee, anton

reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[nanaluvsyouu]

can you write for wonbinnnn anything cute and fluffy ☺️

my baby - fluff

Ofc baby. This is sort of inspired by my mum buying me a longchamp bag lmao, I hope you'll like it! This is very short, I hope that's fine!

"Can you buy me a Longchamp bag for my birthday?" Wonbin stopped stirring his coffee as he looked at you, a small smile creeping on his face.

"You're finally asking me to buy you something branded?" He chuckled, looking back at his coffee as he took a sip.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him as you scoffed. "Well, I just really like the bags okay...besides you said you would give me money to buy myself whatever I want and then you proceeded to say I can't buy books like how is that fair?" You explaimed throwing your hands in the air as he chuckled at your outburst.

"I'm not complaining, nor am I making fun of you baby. I'm just so happy that you're asking me to buy you something expensive you know." He replied, taking his coffee to sit next to you at the dining table. "You hate branded stuff so I'm just surprised."

"Well yeah...I'm not a huge fan of branded stuff, like you can buy a dupe for so much cheaper you know." You sighed holding Wonbin's free hand.

"What colour bag do you want?" He asked as he got his phone out, messaging Anton 'Longchamb bag'.

"Mocha! It's this brown colour bag and it's super cutee, like all my friends have a blue one so I wanna get a different one." You answered smiling at him.

You giggled as he planted a kiss on your knuckles.

"I don't know much about the brand, but Anton recently bought his girlfriend a pink Longchamp bag and he just messages saying there's different sizes of the bags...which one do you want?" Your smile widened as Wonbin neglected his coffee as he used one hand to scroll through his phone and the other to hold your hand.

He pulled you onto his lap as he showed you the different bags.

"This is the bag I want." You said pointing towards the Mocha coloured bag. He smile as he kissed your shoulder putting the bag into the chart.

"Get me my card baby." You squeeled with excitment as you jumped out of his lap and ran to get his card. You heard his laugh as he muttered about how cute you were.

You quickly gave him his hard and you sat on his lap, watching him pay for the item.

"This will be my birthday gift for you baby." He murmered as he kissed your neck, earning soft giggles from you as you turned your body to hug him.

"Best birthday gift ever binnie. Thank you for the bag"

He only smiled as he made his grip firmer around your waist.

"Anything for my beautiful girl."