thinking about best friend!wonbin who gets too attached after you drunkenly hook up…
he wanted you for so long but you would jokingly play it off and he felt so much relief when he finally got to fuck you. you were so sweet and just what he imagined you to be. you even stayed the morning after with a bashful smile and apologies on your tongue. you used his shower and borrowed his clothes, eating the breakfast he made you and lounging on his couch with him while you got over your hangover with the pain killers he fed you.
wonbin was convinced you were dating because there was no way you’d act like nothing happened if you didn’t mean it to, even if you were drunk. he got really clingy and possessive and he constantly asked you invasive questions — something he already did, but he would get irrationally angry when you wouldn’t answer him. you seemed put off by his behavior but wonbin really didn’t see the problem with it, if anything, you were the problem in his head.
he would pull you towards him and make you follow him around, getting upset when you would resist. when you did, wonbin would turn up the attitude, a dark cloud following you around as you attempted to have any sort of fun until you had no choice but to give in because you know how wonbin can be when he was upset with you.
it also really set him off that you would only act as sweetly as you did that night when you were drunk. wonbin craved those moments at first. he dragged you to as many parties as he could, tried to give you an extra glass of wine when you were at his house, just to get you to cuddle up to him and whisper in his ear.
even then, you didn’t put out like you did the first night so wonbin had to pump his dick to the simple thought that was fading away with each day. but that’s okay, he reasoned, you were just nervous. your relationship was so new and your friendship already blurred the lines so it made sense that you didn’t know how to handle it now. you didn’t know that wonbin was yours and you were his.
wonbin still had the right to be angry, though. he still had the right to argue and sometimes physically fight with the men that pursued you. you told him how much you hated it and wanted him to stop but he didn’t bother listening to you because he was just a protective boyfriend.
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when you were kids, wonbin wasn’t what you wanted. his short hair and bony build, thick glasses taking up half his face, the slight stutter of his high-pitched voice. even he knows he was pathetic back then so he couldn't blame you for not talking to him.
but not anymore. this is what you want. he is cool now.
his heart raced faster and faster the longer his silky hair grew, running his fingers through it every morning to style it the way your current celebrity crush did. he replaced his thick frames with clear contacts that he struggled to put on, eyes watering and in pain but it was worth it because now you could see his face that had matured beautifully. the sharp edges and delicate features. he changed his style, coordinating with whatever aesthetic you had decided to adhere to for the foreseeable future. he was still lean, but he was strong. his biceps rose to show the soft swells of muscles, his chest and stomach taut and adorning lines that ran down the expanse. wonbin had spent so much time and money to mold himself into your ideal man, to be perfect for you but you still just didn’t see him.
wonbin doesn't know what else to do, spending ample nights parked outside your house, working up the courage to walk up to your door and tell you how he feels. at least, that's what he tells himself he's there to do.
in reality, wonbin is no better than he was in high school. if anything, he is worse now that he knows that he is all you want. that he can give you all you need and more. but he's stuck. what more could he do?
wonbin spends his nights peering through your windows, letting his imagination run wild when he sees your silhouette behind your thin curtains. he sits in his car, tugging his pathetically hard cock with his slim fingers, tugging his own hair, and feeling up his toned abdomen. he just knows you'd love him. the body he has made for you and you alone.
he sits impatiently, groaning in frustration because it just isn't enough. he is tired of waiting. horny and yearning, chest tight with want. you're so close, yet so unattainable. you're a goddess in wonbin's eyes and he only feels more sure of it the longer he yearns for you. but isn't wonbin worthy of you? his determination and undying loyalty mean he should get something more in return.
it's not like you made it difficult anyway. wonbin knows you never bother with the lock. your roommate stumbles home late at night and you have gotten sick of being forced to get out of bed to assist her, so you don't bother. you let your guard down, too. you feel safe in your home, ignoring strange sounds that echo through the hallways.
still, wonbin is careful. he doesn't want to disturb you. he doesn't want to cause stress before he has to. he will see enough of the wrinkle between your eyebrows when he finally manages to get you beneath him. he shivers at the thought of your fingers on him, finally touching what he reserved for you.
you're so pretty when you see him. eyes big and beautiful, stunned and confused, already on the verge of crying when you spot him. you're so cute dressed in your sleepwear, a pretty gown he had only seen from afar. it was his favorite one, too. this is just meant to be.
he can't resist. he tries but he can't. he knows you have to like him too, want him even though you have never acknowledged him before. he wonders if you're as entranced by him as he is by you. your curated dream man, and wonbin's dream woman.
your body melds into his, your curves pressing to his deliciously. your lips are as plush as they look, coated in sweet-smelling lip balm you applied with care. your hair feels just like he imagined under his fingertips. your skin glowing beautifully, feeling like silk under his eager touch.
you claw at him but he can't feel anything less than bliss. even the way your nails mark the milky skin of his back with pink and red streaks makes him grow harder, on the verge of cumming in his pants before he could feel you wrapped around him.
"yeah," wonbin whines, lips attaching themselves to your neck, his hips jerking into the air between your thrashing thighs. "mark me, baby. i'm yours."
thinking about going to a party at a friend’s college, getting a little too tipsy (although you only had one drink?) and getting raped. you don’t remember much except for a gold necklace that was dangling in your face the whole time. you dismiss it as a dream when you wake up in your friend’s dorm the next day.
the next semester, you transfer to your friend’s college! their program for your major is a thousand times better, anyways. you notice someone in a few of your classes, and you’re surprised when he approaches you, as are a lot of your classmates. wonbin is usually cold, even to people he’s known for years, but he’s immediately all smiles around you. eventually, you invite him over to your dorm to study and he takes off the sweater he’s been wearing, revealing a familiar gold necklace.
the blood drains from your face, and he gives you a concerned look but you quickly recover. there’s no way the sweet, quiet wonbin that you’ve gotten to know over the past few months could do something like that. besides, star necklaces aren’t rare, right? it’s perfectly safe to have him alone in your room for the next few hours, right?
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: mentioned noncon, wonbin x reader
you try to convince yourself that there is no way. the man you had made up, the man that haunts your dreams is much different. the man loomed over you like some evil entity, his presence dripping with malicious intent. his touch was tough, his skin cold to the touch, his eyes empty like a dark abyss. at least, that’s what you think. that’s what you remember. but the man wasn’t real.
and if he was, it surely couldn’t be wonbin. wonbin’s hair is softer, his skin milkier, his touch is gentler, his eyes glimmer. he carries a soothing feeling that never feels suffocating even when you know it should. but most of all, wonbin is real.
a necklace can’t change the fact that your mind had conjured up a nightmare that felt too real. the golden chain and shaped pendant was nothing. it was a sick coincidence no matter how much it resembled the one you had seen that night. you had never seen wonbin before your first lecture at your new university and wonbin had never seen you either. you doubted wonbin would have been at the party anyway. he isn’t the type to indulge in such things.
you have no reason to continue to stare at the space between his clavicle that only feels more familiar the longer you look. the cloudy scene that flashes behind your eyes becoming clearer as moments go by. you can see the dimmed skin tone of the man in your dreams shift until it finally matches wonbin’s. you think that you can even envision wonbin’s face above you, replacing the dark and empty space that lingered there before. the man in your dreams is becoming too clear, too real. and you can’t keep in the way your heart sank to the pit of your stomach, getting heavier and heavier, darker and darker.
wonbin notices too, eyes flickering towards you and back down to his books. he shifts and you can see minuscule bumps rise along his chest, travel down his arms as he reaches to touch the golden pendant. even the movement can’t make you take your eyes off of it, leaving you to stare at the the back of his fingers as he clutches the jewelry. wonbin reaches for his sweater, chunky and not at all suitable for your dorm room that tends to run hot.
your gaze is torn away from his neck when he pulls the blue-colored sweater over his head, mussing up his perfectly tamed hair. you direct your attention to his face, drinking in the soft pink of his cheeks, the reddened button of his nose, his parted pink lips, his eyes ridden with worry and panic.
you almost feel bad accusing wonbin of such a thing in your mind. you’re safe with him, out of harms way because wonbin isn’t a villain. he isn’t the faceless, evil man that had brutally abused you in such a vulnerable state. if anything, you are a villain now for attempting to tarnish his nearly spotless reputation he had built in your head.
