You met when you were kids living in the same neighbourhood.
You saw his pitiful state and brought him home.(it took a bit of convincing but he agreed while grumbling)
Your mom welcomed him and fed him (your favourite food) which he enjoyed
That’s how you became friends
He always feels at ease when he’s with you
As someone who learned how to block even before he could multiply, he will protect you from any harm
He would be a good listener and listen to you ranting about anything and remember every detail you said
He fell in love when he saw your kindnesses, how you saw him for who he was
He understood his feelings and acted out on his it as fast as he could, of course you reciprocated
When he first got defeated to Sooyeon he was too embarrassed to face you but still came to you to seek comfort
You sitting on the couch with his head on your lap, running your hands through his hair and comforting him, assuring him that losing one fight won’t make him any less to you
If you ask him to describe you as a place, he’d say home without hesitation
His love language is physical touch (it seems to me at least), handholding, kissing, cuddling
He isn’t big on pda, maybe intertwining your pinky finger in public but he’s a big softie to you in private
Hajun is a patient man but if you both have and argument, he will not raise his voice at you, will go outside to have a smoke and then come back once you’re calm to discuss the matter with you
He would prefer you being away from the whole crew thing
A/n- the request said to make a hc for y/n meeting the crew too but when I started writing that i felt that it was being inaccurate and I’m not very confident about my writing, sorry for any mistake, hope you like it!! 🤗
Yoojin wasn’t one to dwell on emotions. His life revolved around precision, logic, and strategy—elements that left no room for frivolities like affection. Yet, when he was with you, something shifted. It wasn’t glaring or dramatic. It was subtle, like the faint warmth of sunlight on a winter morning.
Tonight was one of those rare evenings when he allowed himself to set aside his responsibilities for a moment of calm. You sat beside him on the small couch in his dimly lit office, the only sound being the faint scratching of his pen as he worked through his endless stream of documents.
“You know,” you said softly, breaking the silence, “you work too much.”
Without looking up, Yoojin let out a quiet hum, the barest hint of amusement in his voice. “And yet, someone has to ensure everything runs smoothly. Chaos is not my style.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning against the armrest to study his face. His soft features were illuminated by the desk lamp, a faint shadow of tiredness under his eyes. “Even a genius needs to rest. You can’t keep running on coffee and sheer determination.”
He finally glanced at you, his pen pausing mid-stroke. “Are you lecturing me now, jagi?” he teased, his voice low but affectionate.
You crossed your arms, feigning a pout. “Someone has to. You’re not invincible, Yoojin.”
A soft chuckle escaped him, a sound so rare it made your heart skip. He set the pen down and leaned back in his chair, turning to face you fully. For a moment, he simply studied you, his gaze unreadable yet warm in a way you’d grown to recognize as uniquely his.
“You’re persistent,” he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered, the touch delicate. “But you’re right. I can’t keep this pace forever.”
You smiled, triumphant. “Then take a break. Even if it’s just for tonight.”
Yoojin shook his head lightly, but the corner of his lips lifted in a rare, genuine smile. “You’re dangerous, you know that? Somehow, you make me forget everything else.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” you countered, reaching for his hand. His fingers intertwined with yours without hesitation, the warmth of his touch grounding.
For once, Yoojin allowed himself to relax, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. “No, it’s not,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the only one who can make me feel this way.”
The moment stretched between you, quiet but full of unspoken emotion. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Yoojin wasn’t thinking about strategy or manipulation or the weight of his responsibilities.
He was just here, with you, and for now, that was enough.
⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. he gets saved by strange photographer girl and gets persuaded to start his life all over, a new beginning he didn't deserve.
⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. y.seongji x reader .
⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~1.2k .
⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. crack, a little. (kinda) plantonic. f!reader. self - made au ! [reader saves to the person who deserved it the most in lookism] . spoiler - warning . safe for minors! crappy writing. seongji may seem ooc .
SNAP !
The male figure, lost in thoughts, got pulled out of his trance, averting his gaze to a woman who held a camera in her hands. Not a moment passed as you lowered your camera to meet his eyes, now staring at him with a smile. "Sorry. I was passing by and then I saw you, going deeper into the water." you explained yourself before taking a good look into the gallery.
"You should stop here or you'll get lost in the ocean." she said while inspecting the shot she took, "it's actually pretty good."
Did she just take a picture without asking? But on other hand, it doesn't matter. He'll drown himself anyway.
"Wow, are you a model?" she asked, finally looking up again.
Just to see him walking away, deeper into the sea. "H-Hey!—" her eyes widened, immediately making her was to him, yet the water was slowing her down. "What are you doing?!" she questioned and took a hold around his wrist, "you could die but I won't let you! Hey, you stranger!—" the woman let out a huff, letting her camera hang around her neck before wrapping her arms around his torso.
"Let go!" those were the first words he let out of his mouth, gripping onto your arms that were hugging him tightly.
"No, are you stupid?! If you go further, drag me with you!" you cried out, "or maybe I'm as stupid as you!"
Suddenly — he lost his balance because of your unexpected, added weight, stumbling down while also taking you with him. The moment you two were falling, he wrapped his arms around you as if it was to protect you. His back crashed down into the sea, the water cushioned the fall and let you two sink into it. You opened your eyes again, pushing yourself up.
"Erm... Sorry! And thanks!" you puffed and looked down, only to see him passed out in the water. "Huh?! Sorry! The camera between us must've hurt!"
─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─
The fresh smell of ramen woke him up. His eyes opened slowly. And the first thing he saw was the night sky. The moon that was, for once not covered by the clouds, shining calmly down on the beach. "Finally awake, huh? You suicidal maniac." the voice of someone familiar hit his ears as he eventually sat up, his hand was making contact with the sand underneath him.
"You." the person he meant didn't answer. "Why did you stop me?"
Well, yeah. You'd actually turn the question around. Who wouldn't stop someone from unaliving themselves? But you didn't answer, staring at him as if he grew a second head. "Here. Probably didn't eat, right? Your stomach was growling all the time while you were sleeping. And then I got hungry too so I ate before you woke up." you handed him the ramen you bought.
"Answer already." he demanded, not moving to accept the free food.
"If you don't take it, I'll eat it." you huffed and waited again. This time, he actually grabbed the noodles without averting his gaze from you. Wow, you thought he would be more stubborn. "It's getting cold."
"It's already cold."
"Hey, eat it now before I take it back for real now."
Persuaded by your words, his finger twitched, finally opening the already opened cup noodles as he looked down at them. There was no soup visible, already soaked up by the noodles. "Youch. Why dish youh save meh?" he asked once again, this time his words sounded pretty much incoherent. But you still understood most of it.
"Don't talk while eating. It just shows that you have bad manners." you sighed out before introducing yourself, "the name's [name] [lastname] by the way. If you're talking to me then use my name."
"[name]." he stopped eating the noodles for a moment just to hear your name out of his mouth.
"Yes?"
"...why did you save me?" he began to continue with the slurping.
"I mean, isn't it understandable? If someone tries to unalive themselves, you would stop them, wouldn't you?" you raised an eyebrow. "It's common sense."
"I'm a murderer."
Suddenly, the cold wind blew stronger this time, his hair flowed with the air, letting him still look beautiful. You wonder if he is a model. He could if he wanted. "Oh right. What did you say?" you asked him to repeat his words, not even listening. And when you processed what he said, you froze. "Ah, you're a murderer? Nice joke." his expression told you otherwise. "...well. A life is a life."
The guy infront of you frowned and you ask yourself why. What do you mean your answer didn't explain your actions? "I killed someone." the noodles are long forgotten, hiding behind all the thoughts he had. Because of you. What kind of reaction was that? He just told you he killed someone. So why did you shrug your shoulders as if it didn't really matter. "I took someone's life."
"And your face says you regretted it. You also tried to take your own life? You think it makes it better if you just disappear from the world? Isn't there someone who is worries about you?" you knitted your eyebrows in confusion, slight anger.
"It's better for them if I just disappeared. After all, I took the life of their friend. A sister." his eyes sank to the sand. "I'm an ugly monster."
"..." you couldn't help but chuckle at his last sentence. "Hey, if you're ugly what am I?"
"Stop laughing. I'm being serious."
"I am serious. If you're ugly, I must be super duper ugly." you huffed, "what's your name?"
"...Seongji." he answered after a while of silence. "Seongji Yuk."
"Again, if you call yourself ugly, I must be a goblin."
"I never said that."
"Yeah sure, you're thinking that."
"I was not."
"But now you're imagining me as a goblin, right?"
"No."
"Eat your noodles or I will."
"Youch are sho wheird."
"Bad manners. Oh by the way you owe me ramen AND a new camera."
"..."
Seongji stared at you. You stared at Seongji. Until he break the eye contact because of the noodles, but you know it was an excuse to avoid your staring. What did you say? He owes you ramen and a new camera? Where should he get the money from? Are you being serious right now? The next time he met your gaze again, he noticed your blank expression plastered on your face.
"Let's make a deal..." you paused, "you'll be my muse and you don't need to pay me back."
"No."
"What?! You owe me a camera though? You know how expensive it was?" you pointed at your broken thing.
"It's not my fault. You latched yourself onto me. Besides that, I have no money and no home."
"Because I was saving your life!" you balled your hands into fists, ready to punch his handsome face before calming yourself down. "How about I give you a shelter, food and some clothes then? You can have the guest bed room."
"Why are you doing this all for me?"
"Dude, you have no home, no money and you tried to unalive yourself. Now I'm giving you the best offer that will ever happen." you bit your inner cheek, "are we having a deal or not?"
"...fine." he placed the cup down.
"Good. You're having a new start. You sure about this?" you looked at him.
