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can u maybe do with seong-je when u have straightened ur hair for ages and he always thought u had straight hair until u finally show it off and he really like ittt?
love untangled | Geum Seongje x reader
pairing: Geum Seongje x gn!reader
genre: fluff (for a change)
wc: 904
synopsis: You have no time to tame the state of your hair as your bf calls you over in an emergency
a/n: English isn't my first language so pls bear with any grammar mistakes
Your scalp was prickly, aching from the cold wind on your damp hair. Please, don’t let me catch a cold, you thought. It was a phenomenon that you had the decency to at least change out of your pyjamas before heading out.
It was your own fault, really.
Do you always have to hurry out when your boyfriend asks you to come over?, familiar voices echoed in the back of your head. Maybe your friends were right.
Well, this time, it was understandable though.
You redialled Seongje’s number for the fourth time, groaning as it went straight to mailbox again. Why wasn’t he picking up?
With hurried steps you approached the arcade, wrapping one hand around the heavy door handle before pulling it open with some effort.
The soft tunes spilling out of the speakers harmonised with the constant rapping of fingers against controller buttons and keyboards. With frantic eyes you searched the heads that were peeking out from over the computer screens for a familiar pair of black headphones, catching on it somewhere in the middle row.
“Why didn’t you pick up the phone?”, you asked, approaching your boyfriend. His eyes barely looked up as he seemed indulged in some video game you had no mind to pay attention to. With hesitant fingers you turned his head to face you, inspecting his pristine skin for any cuts or bruises. There were none.
No sign of blood or wounds on his clothed body either. You threw your head in your neck, catching the attention of a few gamers around you as you groaned audibly.
Seongje, ever the possessive boyfriend that he was, made their gazes dart right back to their screens with a single glare.
This was ridiculous. Why had he texted you, making it sound like there was an emergency?
You rested your hands on your hips, slight anger flaring up inside of you as you took the indifference in his expression. Lifting one leg, you pushed at his wheels, hardly making him roll backwards in his chair, but at least he was looking at you now.
“Why didn’t you pick up your phone?”, you repeated.
He just chuckled, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. “Cause I knew it’d make you get here faster.”, he mumbled.
You cursed under your breath.
“Seongje, emergency.”, you all but spelled out. “Didn’t we go over what an emergency is?”
He did this a lot, making you believe that he was in trouble to make you get to him faster when he had no time to pick you up. This was the first time you had to bolt out of the shower though.
Seongje’s eyes traced the mess on your head then, smile faltering like he was just seeing you for the first time.
"Did you put a fork in your toaster?", he teased, reaching one arm up to twist one wild strand of hair between two fingers.
You bit back a laugh, letting him pull you on his lap as he kept inspecting your untamed hair, some sort of awe sparkling in his eyes.
"That's the natural state of my hair.", you excused, rebundandly running a hand through the curls like it could straighten them. “I usually straighten it.” A light shame bubbled up inside you, heating your cheeks red. While he’d seen your bare face plenty of times, you always managed to avoid about anyone before having your hair styled, it being the first thing you did after getting out of the shower.
He just hummed, making your pulse jump at the sudden contact of his warm nose nestling against your cold neck.
"It smells different, too.", he noticed.
You just shrugged at that. "Because I didn't drown it in product. That's just my shampoo."
Seongje just nodded, resetting your position on top of him to get you more comfortable while looking at the screen in front of you.
You rested your head against his, silently watching his fingers flicker across the keyboard, occasionally pressing a button on his mouse as he played a stupid looking game.
“It looks good.”, he added after a while of silence. It was too quiet, you must’ve misheard.
“Huh?”, you pried, looking at him, but his eyes were still glued to the screen.
“You heard me.”, he just muttered.
A warmth spread inside your chest as his words fell on your ears. Thinking back of the hassle it took to get your hair to look the way they did before your dreaded hair-wash-day, you somehow found it ridiculous right then.
The screen turned black for a second, loading as Seongje’s character came back to life. The reflection of yourself stared back at you and you had to admit that he was right, your hair did look good.
You’ve always liked your natural hair before some half jokingly remark made you feel insecure about it. Maybe you should wear it like this more often, you thought. It’d safe you a lot of time as well.
Who even cared what your hair looked like?
With newly gained confidence, you placed a peck on his cheek, earning a feigned gasp in annoyance.
“Can we play a flash game instead?”, you asked, already prying his hand off the mouse. He just looked at you, letting you close the tab of his game and open your favorite website instead, GirlsGoGames.
At the sight of the name, he bit back a laugh. “If you make me play hairdresser, I’m chucking you off my lap.”, he all but growled into your ear, making you laugh at his obvious joke.
In which: Geum Seongje got himself a sunshine of a girlfriend...who just happens to be Yeon Sieun's twin? + random moments + an annoying Hyoman who seems to be just everywhere.
[literally just a "walk him like a dog" relationship, Sieun DOES NOT know, Seongje meet up with his brother-in-law lmao Sieun is confused asf]
NOTE: FINISHED VER. of 'Opposites Attract', this was so fun to write, I hope its fun to read to all of you.
WC: Est. 4k
Masterlist
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It's been known in the Union that the Geum Seongje, the wolf of Union got himself a girlfriend, at first they thought it was a joke, a misunderstanding, a rumor, specially after finding out that the girl they said is his girlfriend was a sweet looking one that cannot stop blabbing about everything in her mind, looks like she couldn't hurt a fly if she wanted to, let alone that she's second to Baekjin at the whole Yeo-il high school.
When they found out it's true, they thought the world was ending.
---
"Then he punched him in the face like--bam!--" She then animatedly swung her right hand against the air like she's punching something, while her left hand continues to cling on Seongje's hand, her pace unstoppable as she pulls him towards a building, three of his lackeys just behind them walking in a more calmer pace.
"You sound so amazed, do I have to punch somebody tonight too to keep you entertained?" Seongje asks making her glance at him with a shrug
"If someone bothers me you can" she playfully answers pulling a smile that reaches her eyes along with it as they finally arrive at the cybercafe, passing by a few Union guys sitting outside some even bowing as they pass by, with her yapping the world away, still holding onto him as she walks inside.
Its like watching an owner pull her dog on a leash, but no one dares to say it aloud.
---
"Okay, now go away ,"--Seongje's bored voice was the first thing Hyoman heard when he entered the cyber cafe, passing by two guys who just finished talking to Seongje.
Hyoman's heart was already thumping hard against his ribs while a cold sweat runs down his forehead one bead at a time, slowly dragging down to his chin before it eventually drops to the floor, the place was loud from the fair amount of people that were smashing their keyboards and yelling over the games they're playing, yet in the row he walked up to:
Sat four people, three men he recognized as Seongje's lackeys and then Seongje himself. Though across Seongje's was a girl he doesn't recognise but stands out because of her neat gray uniform.
"Seongje--it's me Hyoman," He awkwardly announces himself, even pretending to be casually calm by placing an arm above the glass divider of the computer table beside Seongje.
But Seongje didn't even give him a glance instead he glances upfront where ____ is, he's still frustrated that she chose to sit across him to "avoid your gamer rage since I want to focus on the show I'm watching", as she said earlier, now only adding to the pent up frustration he has about how bad the game is going.
His eyes lingering as she suddenly lets out a contained squeal as she smiles from ear to ear, he guesses that the leads finally shares a kiss or whatever she finds fluttering for that soft heart of hers.
"Are you gaming?" Hyoman asks, cutting off the amused smirk that was about to appear on Seongje's face as he clenches his jaw before going back to looking at the monitor.
"Speak," Seongje finally acknowledges him which gave Hyoman the greenlight to blabber about phones, how he needs till next week, how he's loyal and more, how he'll do his best, and how he wonders if Seongje can handle a guy named...Baku? but ____ couldn't even pick up much when the man occupying the table beside her started to be too...comfortable in her space.
At first it started with the guy accidentally kicking her side of the table when he got frustrated with the game he's playing, then it just kept happening, but now it followed with his elbow occasionally bumping on her chair's arm.
"Excuse me sir, can you please move a little, you've been bumping into me--" ____ lets out a whisper not wanting Seongje to hear her but she wasn't even given the chance to finish her sentence when the man cuts her off with a scoff.
'What the fuck?' She thought, her mouth hung open with an offended look on her face, she was about to complain again when the guy spoke up again, loudly.
"Are these Gen Z's playing ganster?" which Seongje heard but he was about to let it slide, he really would, but his already thin patience which he's really really trying to hold onto since she's here, disappeared when the man decided to speak again:
"And you brat, just because your boyfriend is playing gangster doesn't mean you can talk to me casually okay?"--Now that, Seongje cannot wave off, cause when he glance back up at his girlfriend, her adorable smile earlier now none existent, with this sad look on her face replacing it instead really pisses him off and it snapped the little restraint he has on himself.
From there everything happened so fast than everyone could process. Seongje's chair skidded backwards as he stood up abruptly, even Hyoman scaredly stepped back as Seongje walked past him towards the other side of the row.
"What do you want?--" But Seongje didn't even let him finish as his hands grabs the man's hair and started slamming his head against the keyboard, one slam for how frustrated he is at his game, second slam for how this man placed a frown on his girlfriend's face, a third slam for how Union stresses him out, and a final fourth slam just for good measure.
Nobody, not even the guy in the counter bothered to call out his actions as Seongje lets out a breath as the man below him stops moving.
With his violent urges fulfilled he looks up at _____ who sat wide eyed watching, he then pulled a wide cheshire smile like an attempt to not scare her, which in contrast of how he looks at the moment would make anyone scared of his crazed eyed look, but weirdly enough it only made a blush crept on her cheeks.
Letting go of the man he's holding, Seongje then grabs ahold of her hand pulling her up before he went back to his row, "move," he grumbles to one of his lackeys that was sitting beside him, even kicking the chair when the guy moved slowly.
"Sorry," she mumbles as Seongje mutters for her to sit down. "Sit there," Seongje let out an inaudible complaint as he tried to go back to his game.
Meanwhile, Hyoman who was still there shook, standing watching over everything that happened and how fast Seongje's mood changes.
"I think you're very busy Seongje--sorry, I'll get going" Hyoman softly excludes himself from the narrative making ____ look up and wave at him with a smile on her face, "oh, bye bye" making Hyoman bow at her before he immediately walks away.
"Who the hell was that?" Seongje asks no one as _____ softly hits him on the arm, " you don't even know who you're talking to most of the time are you?" she teased as Seongje looks at her with a smirk he's trying to stop from manifesting, "aish, watch your damn show already, gosh this is so frustrating."
---
Everyone that knew Yeon ____ knows that she's sweetest ever, but she's also the pettiest person ever when you get on her "fuck-this-bitch-list". Unfortunately for Hyoman he's currently no.1 on her list [Go Hyuntak is second at the moment] though she actually barely remembers his name, the 'Hyo' barely being able to clutch her mind, but his face is etched on her brain and what he did to her brother.
"I swear if I see him again! I'll punch his ugly face!" She was frustrated, it was obvious with how she wasn't able to shut up wanting to bash someone's face so bad for the whole time that she and Seongje met that day since he picked her up in front of her school, and even now that they're back in the cyber cafe once again: Seongje playing and her waiting for her own game to load.
Half of him was livid, he wouldn't show it but it shows with how he's more irritated in the way he's playing, while he's currently thinking of ways to pay Eunjang High a little "visit" after he found out what happened to her the other day, caught in the crossfire of her brother's fight when someone apparently tried to ambush her brother.
The other half of him, was barely keeping this chuckle that is currently stuck in his throat with how adorable she looks, yes she's mad, so mad that he could imagine fumes coming out of her ears but watching her yell threats looks so funny to him with how her eyebrows furrow, her cheeks puffing when she lets her lips pout unknowingly every time she thinks about the certain memory she's currently frustrated with.
"What's his name again?" Seongje asks so he can start hunting the guy down.
"I told you already I forgot. I thinks its Hyo...uhhh...Hyo--yeah that's all I can remember, but he's really stupid looking okay? He looks like a penguin to me, with his red pouty lips and monolid eyes--" She even took her hands off the keyboard and mouse to create two circle shapes hand on her eyes wen he cuts her off.
"Yah don't talk about some guy's lips and eyes like that, its pissing me off" Seongje grumbles just as his character wins in the game, meanwhile ____'s frustrated rambling stops, her arms dropping to her chair's arms, a surprise reaction planted on her face as her lips hang slightly open.
This made Seongje stop and look back to her while raising an eyebrow, though this little guilt started to creep in him thinking he offended her by cutting her off when she all of a sudden pulls the widest smile ever as she jumps clinging on his arm which led for him to slightly roll back on his chair from the impact of her clashing onto him.
"Are you jealous?" She asked giddily but this only made him scoff, "Jealous my ass."
"It's okay to be jealous--" She teased again, now if it's someone else he would have thrown a punch already but instead he just tried to glare at her which didn't work since her smile just got bigger.
"Aish, I said I'm not--" A smirk firming in his face as he looks away only for it to disappear before it can fully appear, an irritated frown replacing the expression on his face so ____ follows his line of sight.
Then her eyes laid on the person that just came in, followed by the gaming chair she was just sitting on rolling back as she abruptly stands up, as her hand flew up pointing her finger at the person, "you!"
Hyoman's eyes widened, his brain starting to connect dots as he looks at her then at Geum Seongje who's now glaring at him, Seongje's brain seems to connect the dots faster than he did.
"Jagiya, he's the penguin guy," She leans down whispering to Seongje's ear just confirming his thoughts.
---
It's safe to say that ____ have a very loving relationship with her brother, if loving means him tolerating her blabbers and him being a contrast to her never ending energy, but she surpasses it more when she became more clingy than usual after he came home with a missing phone a few days ago then a busted lip a couple days after that.
Though he never said who did it and what happened, Sieun's friend that she met yesterday distracted her enough from the issue, which Sieun was thankful for, meanwhile it almost made ____ threw a party after finding that Sieun got a friend, let alone a soft sweet looking one that surely looks after him.
So now there she was, still on her pristine Yeo-il uniform though a little bit creased still holds a sophisticated vibe compared to Eunjang's dress code that goes unfollowed by its students.
Her presence alone stood out like a sore thumb as she stands in front of Eunjang's gates which was picked up by Hyoman, his brain racking itself trying to remember where he'd seen her face, but the second he saw Sieun and Juntae going in the direction he wanted them to go, with Hyuntak running after them, soon enough, the familiar image of the girl was long gone in his head.
Which was his greatest mistake...not recognising Yeon ____, and not knowing that she have a wolf looking after her.
---
So that's how Hyoman ended up on the floor of the Union's parking lot grounds getting kicked by four different people he doesn't even know, trying to cover his head as he's forced to just take it before he was pulled by Baek Dongha inside Baekjin's office while Baekjin was on the phone with Geum Seongje himself.
On the other side of the call, Seongje is still at the cybercafe, now done and bored with his games he just sat there waiting for ____ to be done with her thing, with her typing up some essay she just remembered that is due the next day while she was in a middle of a game earlier.
"What was his name?" Seongje wonders when ____ spoke up still looking at her monitor, "Choi Hyoman," hate laced on her voiced as she remembered how Hyoman tried to introduce himself and apologise earlier.
"Yeah, that idiot didn't bring enough cash and lost all the phones he collected," he doesn't repeat the name knowing Baekjin heard her speak up, then he lets out a sigh before glancing at ____.
"I heard he was beaten up by Baku, I shouldn't have trusted that punk in the first place", Seongje continued as Baek Dongha suddenly spoke up, his voice being heard over the phone, "Why don't you come here and handle this mess then," he joked with a serious tone while looking at Hyoman to make him more nervous.
"Yah, I'm on a date, so get off my back," Seongje retaliates, just as Baekjin motioned for Dongha to take Hyoman away. "Take extra care of that punk," Seongje added.
"Seongje, check up on Baku," Baekjin orders, making Seongje repeat the name again, "Oh? Baku? Does Baekjin know Baku?" ____ asks looking away from her computer for a second when she heard her new friend's name being mentioned though she doesn't know why.
"Yeah, they're ex lovers," Seongje states casually just before he hangs up so Baekjin clearly heard what he said. Still ____ let out a soft laugh at his answer as she changed the topic, "Also, you call this a date?" ____ jokes after Seongje ends the call with Baekjin.
"You're here, I'm here, it's just us, it's a date." He explained so casually she almost laughed again since three of his lackeys was clearly there with them just sitting on another row, not until he followed it with: "A lot of girls would have killed to be on a date like this with me,"
Now, Seongje was clearly joking, just stating whatever comes to mind like most of his nonsense but the lack of reaction then made him look back to her now with an unamused look on her face, "Then go on a date with them then." She sneered before standing up and walking away.
"Aish," Seongje stood up slamming his hand on the table before grabbing her bag that she left, "Log out my account," he muttered to one of his lackeys who nodded just as Seongje walked out the door.
"Jagiya!"
---
Baekjin clearly didn't give a clear instruction by what he means when he said to check in on Baku, but someone normal in the Union would probably just bump into Baku while he's going home from school then deliver Baekjin's message, but Seongje being himself just have to get creative, so he followed Baku at the Seoul Museum of History.
How did he get the information that Baku is serving community service there? Who knows really, it's Seongje.
So there was Seongje walking in the museum in his bright orange windbreaker jacket looking like Vector from Despicable Me. _____ called him that before, he didn't care for the teasing, he likes that damned jacket, and she likes him whatever he wears, even if they only consist of black shirts and a wide variety of windbreakers.
Seongje who was just able to catch a glimpse of Baku who's eating in a cafeteria when someone else catches his attention, lo and behold--he saw Yeon Sieun.
In the flesh--his girlfriend's brother. The person his girlfriend adores other than him, not more than him probably, the person he's only heard from her stories and that one time Baekjin mentioned Sieun after he transferred to Eunjang because of the buzz he created in his former school.
So Seongje, who's easily distracted really, swerved from his mission for a while and climbed up the stairs to follow Sieun instead, Baekjin is curious about him anyway too, so might as well hit three birds with one stone: check in on Baku, check in on Sieun and well, meet his girlfriend's brother for the first time.
The thought process is non-existent so Seongje just acted upon it, soon enough Sieun walked away from the sink after cleaning the stain that Baku caused to his jacket that ____ gifted him, but when he turned the corner, there was a guy squatting against the wall.
Seongje who was just replying to ____'s message glanced at Sieun before hitting send then standing up.
"Cheonam(younger), hello," he called out smiling as he stood, "or is it hyeongnim(older), how old are you again?" Seongje asked in a teasing tone
Sieun stood there, letting out a confused blink, a 'what the fuck?' expression in his eyes, on why the fuck is this guy calling him brother in law? And asking if he's younger or older to use the correct term?
Meanwhile Seongje's attention stood divided when ____ replied to his message.
My Future Wife<3: Whatever you're up to, stay safe and don't cause a fight! I love youuuu<333
She clearly wrote the nickname. He's not complaining though?
"Are you Baku's friend?" Seongje then asks after Sieun didn't reply to his question earlier, to which he knows the answers since Sieun is literally the same age as his girlfriend. "You know, you'll screw up your life if you hangout with the wrong crowd," Seongje continued as he raised his phone to take a picture of Sieun while he continued to speak more nonsense.
"You have sad eyes, you know?" Seongje fills in the silence, it feels so weird for him that Sieun is so quiet, while ____ would have not tolerated this deadspace. ____ and Sieun are indeed a contrast of each other, how this sad eyed quiet guy is the twin of his bright eyed loud sunshine is a wonder to Seongje.
"Thought you would have a more louder personality like your twin sister," Seongje mumbles, now that got Sieun to speak up.
"Do you know who I am?" Sieun asked, still carrying a calm expression, he doesn't know how this guy knows his sister but he doesn't feel comforted by the idea of her being dragged into something he hasn't had an idea yet, nor being known by someone he doesn’t even know.
Don't get him wrong, Seongje was really excited to meet Sieun, this thrill of getting more idea of how ____'s life is for her just pumps his blood but Seongje may have a weird way of showing excitement because he's also curious about Sieun's violent past, and a side of him is so irritated by the fact that Sieun hasn't even looked away once, still staring with a distasteful look in his face.
"Aish, this punk just won't look away,"
3...
2...
1...
And so there he goes, Seongje's left fist swung first followed by the other hand, but Sieun dodged continuously even after Seongje tried to swing more, but Seongje wasn't really swinging to punch, no, he can't hurt Sieun who wasn't even swinging back, he was just having fun.
"You're not bad cheonam," Seongje smiled, but Sieun was busy eyeing a plant pot in the corner to notice that Seongje called him brother-in-law again.
"What? You want to bash my skull in?" Seongje jokes, clearly having too much fun at the moment.
"I just came to say hi today, so let's stop here--I'll see you later," Seongje bids his farewell with a huge chesire smile on his face, his hands on his pockets and a soft shake of his head.
"____ might just beat the shit out of me," Seongje whispered as he walked out, stepping back to the stairs to finally catch up on Baku when he saw him in the corner of his eyes, making him step back to walk towards Baku.
At the same time, while all of this was happening, ____ stood right there at Yeo-il High for her school assembly, she just finished sending Seongje a message when her name was called for an award, just as Baekjin finished receiving his.
Climbing the stage and receiving her award was a blur of standing there and listening to a long speech just to give her a framed piece of paper, but nonetheless she took it with pride then walked up beside Baekjin so a photographer could take their picture.
From a distance a girl wonders why are they receiving an award, some guy then answered, “they got the highest scores at the mock exams, the guy got everything right except number 30, the trick question. While the girl was only 1 point behind him and she’s the only one who answered the trick question correctly.”
“How did you answer the trick question?” Baekjin asks, wondering as they walk off the stage together, the assembly just ending and everyone walking away.
“I have this,” she teased, pointing at her temple. “Transfer out of Yeo-il already,” Baekjin jokes with a satire mean look on his face.
“I would if my brother’s school isn’t the worse compared to Yeo-il and if it isn’t an only boys school,” she sassed before smiling again.
“Do you want to celebrate our award? My treat even though you probably have a lot more money than me,” She said. But Baekjin shook his head, declining, “I have a job to do.”
“You’re no fun, my brother is currently doing time, for a community service he shouldn’t even be suffering from you know,” and then the rambling started:
“Then his other friends who became my friends are also with him so they’re not available for the whole morning to afternoon, then you sent my boyfriend to do a job, now you have a job to do–and I’m all alone,” She sulked dramatically, hugging her award as a pout forms on her lips as they continued to walk back to their classroom to take their bags.
“Stop sulking, you’re with Seongje everyday already,” Baekjin answered with a serious expression on his face, but she knew he was teasing her.
From outside perspective she looks like a chick following her mother hen, to other Yeo-il High students it was still a wonder on how she got through Baekjin’s cold and closed off exterior, honestly sometimes ____ wonders about it too, but Baekjin is her only friend at Yeo-il High so it’s not like she can complain.
Though Baekjin would never admit it to anyone, she does remind him of Baku, and maybe that's why.
“Fine, I’ll hang out with your ex lover then,” She muttered, Baekjin barely catching what she said as she walked away.
---
And maybe it's just her luck, because just as she was walking around the neighbourhood, passing time till Seongje finishes about a “job” he apparently isn’t done with, she passes by a fried chicken shop with a familiar tall big guy just coming out the door at the same time she glanced by.
“Oh? BAKU!”
“____!Wah, what are you doing here? Do you want to come in?” Baku’s voice echoes through the neighbourhood, his excitement evident with the way he spoke and the way his smile widens
“Is Sieun with you guys?” She asks glancing at the windows only to find Juntae and Hyuntak, the two already looking at them, Juntae giving an energetic wave which she reciprocated while Hyuntak gave a much more calmer one to which ____ only rolled her eyes against–still petty about the time Hyuntak ambushed Sieun thinking he ruined their club room + the mean things he said to her brother.
She was more affected by it than Sieun himself really.
“Nope, he left earlier saying he’ll go home already, but you can still join us,” Baku smiles to his yapping buddy and she was already about to agree, when her phone lights up, a message from Seongje stating that he’s done with his thing and will meet her at their spot.
“Not today Baku, I have a date with my boyfriend,” She giddily smiles as Baku’s eyes give her a teasing look, “Wow, didn’t know our little Yeon have a love life,” He teased ruffling her hair
“Little Yeon!? I’m an inch taller than Sieun and I’m five minutes older!” She complained, swatting his hand away.
“But can you keep it a secret? Sieun doesn’t know I have a boyfriend,” She talked her hand on the side of her mouth like she’s telling the biggest secret ever, as Baku leaned before putting a thumbs up and a cheeky smile, “Okay okay, your secret is safe with me big Yeon,”
—
Weirdly enough,Yeon ____ is connected to everyone at some extent, Sieun’s her brother, Seongje’s her boyfriend, Baekjin and Baku(the ex lovers,for real) were her best friends: one inside the school, one outside– it seems that she just can’t stop attracting people who are opposite of her, so how was she still left clueless about what’s happening around her is so mindblowing specially when:
Geum Seongje got stabbed in the foot.
What.a.fucking.dumbass. – She thought
Meanwhile Yeon Sieun got into a fight.
What.the.fuck. – was her initial reaction
Why the hell the two most important people in her life got beaten up at the same time is a wonder to her, but the plot twist?
She doesn’t even know that both men did it to each other.
She hasn’t connected the dots yet added that she’s too busy being fucking pissed at Baekjin after she heard what he did to Seongje, not even caring about Seongje’s well being, and apparently Baekjin cornered him to threaten him instead after his foot-stabbing incident.
So now she’s not even acknowledging him even at school while Seongje’s “taking a break from all that shit, those punks are useless anyway,” his words not hers. Which was lowkey a win for her, more time with her boyfriend she guess?
Given that Seongje never told her that he was the one that beat up Sieun and looks like Sieun kept his mouth shut about stabbing someone, so…so far, ____ hasn’t murdered either of them for hurting each other.
Well until today.
Maybe the gods have woken up and said: PENANCE.
It was a bright day, a carefully planned one: ____ would enjoy her whole morning alone at home, her whole afternoon with Sieun and his friends at their usual spot in an abandoned basketball court near Eunjang, and end her day by spending the whole night wasting away at the cyber cafe with Seongje.
“Then he told me that I only passed my exams because I’m friends with the smartest guy in Yeo-il!” ____ complained which received a mix of reactions from her friends:
A pikachu face reaction from Juntae along with a “that’s so mean!”, a “That’s so unfair!What’s his name?I’ll throw him off a cliff!” from Baku which was followed by a hit in his head by Hyuntak, while Sieun just shook his head.
“Right!? And I’m not even friends with that guy anymore after he did something bad to my boyfriend,” ____ slips as Juntae, Hyuntak and especially Sieun look at her with a confused look on their faces.
“Boyfriend?” Sieun mutters, a neutral look on his face yet his eyes spoke ‘tell.now.’
“I…I’m thirsty, are you guys thirsty?--I’ll buy everyone a drink at the convenience store nearby!” She yells as she runs away.
“Did you know something?” Sieun suddenly spoke up looking at Baku who he noticed was quiet, which was the complete opposite of his reaction if he had not known it beforehand.
“Uh…”
“Yah, so who is it? Do you know who is it?” Hyuntak asks as Juntae leans forward to hear them better in case Baku reveals it.
“Aish, I don’t even know who it is, just that she has one,” Baku complains and they were just about to push more when a voice rang through the air before they could.
“Is this where all the Eunjang punks hangout in your free time?”
“Geum Seongje,” Sieun mutters as all of them look at him, Baku, Hyuntak and Juntae standing from the bleachers they were just sitting on, while Sieun remained seated.
“Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?” Hyuntak spoke up first clearly referring to his still slight limp because of Sieun stabbing him with his own glasses.
“I have to get an anti-tetanus shot for that, you know?” Seongje exhales, "My girl wasn't so entertained," he added while looking at Sieun and not even giving Hyuntak a glance.
“I’m sorry about that,” Sieun spoke up, truly feeling sorry about it, he doesn’t want to hurt anybody but the action calls for it at that time, his apology then takes Seongje aback as he stares at Sieun wondering what’s going on in his head.
“What do you want, Geum?” Hyuntak asks, “Just go away, we don’t have time for this today,” Baku added, knowing that ____ can come back anytime now and she really wouldn’t appreciate a fight.
“I’m not even looking for a fight today, but you punk is really pissing me off,” Seongje mutters looking at Hyuntak before looking down as he takes off his new glasses, which made Hyuntak pose in a fighting stance as he steps upfront while Sieun pulls out a pen from his pockets.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” ____’s voice cuts through the tension as they turn in her direction, which now gives her a clear view of Seongje, which loosens the frown on her face and instead replaces it with a huge smile and a twinkle in her eyes.
“Jagiya!” She squeals, running towards him as she crashes a hug onto Seongje’s side.
“Jagiya!?” Baku, Hyuntak, and Juntae yelled at the same time just as ____ gave them a glance, still hugging Seongje’s side.
“Jagiya?” Sieun asks, his mouth hung slightly open, furrowed eyebrows, a confused look in his eyes and a very slight glare.
“Well I didn’t mean to introduce him like this but, this is Seongje, my boyfriend,” she smiled before letting him go, holding Seongje by the arm instead, him standing straight, pne of his hands on his pockets, a smirk on his smug face, but soon enough she realized that her friends weren’t smiling nor excited in the slightest bit.
“What’s happening here?” She asks, realising now the situation she just walked into, looking at their stance, Sieun with his pen on his hand and Seongje’s glasses on his hand was all she needed as confirmation making her frown as she lets go of Seongje and smacks his arm instead.
“Are you guys fighting?--Seongje put your glasses back on, Sieun-a, put your pen away–what is up with you guys?” ____ sighs her hands now on her waist like a mother reprimanding children, “lose the glare, Baku and Hyuntak,”
“____, do you even know what he did? He beat me up!” Hyuntak complained first when Baku followed, “He almost ruined our little Yeon’s face!” Baku exclaimed, clutching Sieun’s cheeks with his hands before Sieun swatted it away with a glare in his eyes.
“You’re the one that beat my brother up!?” ____ exclaims as she starts swinging her arm in an attempt to smack Seongje but he is quick in his steps as he backs and swerves away.
“Yah Jagiya, aren’t you supposed to be on my side? Sieun stabbed my foot” Seongje complained smugly just as ____ was able to land a hit on his side making him hiss, for someone so small she does have a strong set of hands.
“You’re the one who stabbed Seongje? He had to get multiple tetanus shots for that, I was so stressed out!” ____ yelled, her focus now on Sieun who now stood up dodging coin sized pebbles that she picked off the ground and is now throwing his way, for someone so calm, Sieun lowkey internally started to panic when she got closer with her sharp precision of throwing the rocks landing on his shoulders or arms every single time.
“____,– Sieun was just protecting us because Seongje got Hyuntak and I beaten up,” Juntae tried to reason to make her stop as she now turned to Seongje.
“What!? Seongje, I get Hyuntak, he’s annoying a fuck, but Juntae? Inexcuseable!” She yelled
“Yah!” Hyuntak grumbles at what she said but she was too busy walking towards Seongje to smack him again. “Aish,I didn’t even lay a hand on him,” Seongje complains, backing away.
“Uhhh ____, Seongje did save me when I was being beaten up by the Union,” Juntae spoke up, now in pursuit of saving Seongje from ____ this time.
And so the chaos continued to ensue.
Which what led them to now’s situation: Hyuntak, Baku, Sieun, and Seongje all lined up sitting on the court’s ground, it seems that Juntae was the only safe one as he stood beside ____ who stands tall in front of the four guys before her, to how she was able to handle them was a wonder too, but at least the smacking and throwing of pebbles has already stopped.
“Do you guys promise to get along now?”
A chorus of different “yes,” then follows, a loud yell of it from Baku, a sneer from Hyuntak, a mutter from Sieun, and a grumble from Seongje before he looks up at ____.
“Jagi, I’m getting more attracted to you when you pull this bratty attitude,” Seongje smirks, making ____ smack him in the head his glasses going askew, though the blush on her cheeks betrays her.
“Aish shibal, I was just joking.”
NOTE: Hope you guys like it. Though now I lowkey wanna write a one shot of how she got tangled up with Seongje now</3
Haii, can I request seong-je x sweet!reader. Like she's the polar opposite of Seong-je! she gives people the benefit of the doubt and is known for being a walking angel. Can it be smut? You can use whatever scenario you'd like ! o(｀ω´ )o
p.s ;; i love your fanfics !
— i'd like to be your 🥕 anon (its because of bunnies ehe)
Hii 🥕 ♡ thank you sm for your sweet words—I'm so happy you love the fics!!
“Angels Don’t Kiss Like That”
He’s all fists and fury. She’s soft voices and sweeter smiles. So why does he feel like he’s burning alive every time she says his name?
Y/N was the girl who brought snacks for kids who forgot lunch, who stayed after school to erase whiteboards for the teachers, who smiled like forgiveness was easy. She was soft. Sweet. Pure in a way people didn’t even think existed anymore.
And Seong-je?
He was the kind of guy who walked down the hallway and made it empty. Teachers looked the other way when he passed, fists still red from whatever idiot tried to challenge him that week. He didn’t speak unless it was a threat. He didn’t touch unless it was a punch. And yet—
She was always near him.
It started small. She gave him a bandage once. Just one of those cutesy ones with a bear on it, pressed to his cheek with a shy little, “You’re bleeding.” He’d stared at her like she was stupid.
He didn’t wear the bandage.
But he kept it. Pocketed it in silence and thought about the way her fingers had brushed his jaw all fucking night.
She was a problem.
And she got worse.
Because she smiled at everyone. Even guys who got too close. Even the guy who slung his arm around her shoulders at lunch—Seong-je watched the whole thing from across the field, jaw clenched so hard it cracked.
She laughed at something the guy said. Touched his arm.
Seong-je knocked out two of his teeth behind the gym later that day.
“Je,” she said gently afterward, when she found him wiping his knuckles on his jeans. “You didn’t have to do that.”
He didn’t answer.
Her eyes searched his, confused. “He’s my friend.”
“That’s why I hit him,” Seong-je muttered, not even looking at her.
He didn’t tell her that when he saw her smiling at someone else, it made his chest go tight and black with something so ugly it scared even him.
She should’ve walked away. She should’ve been afraid.
But the next day, she brought him a rice ball and asked if his hand still hurt.
That was the moment he knew he was fucked.
It was her room.
It was her who tugged him inside after school.
Her who locked the door, standing between him and the world, soft and warm and shaking.
“I—I want to kiss you,” she whispered.
He stared.
“You shouldn’t.”
“But I want to,” she said again, eyes wide, honest. “You always look like you’re hurting.”
“Y/N,” he growled, voice low, warning. “Don’t. You don’t know what you’re asking.”
She stepped closer.
And closer.
Until her hands slid up under his hoodie, gentle against his waist.
“You scare everyone,” she said, looking up at him. “But not me.”
He grabbed her wrist, but his grip wasn’t tight. Just trembling.
“You’re not ready for me.”
“Then take it slow,” she whispered. “I want all of you anyway.”
He cracked.
His mouth crashed into hers like violence—no rhythm, no warning, just desperation and heat. Her lips opened for him like she was meant to, like she’d been waiting for this, and her hands slid up to tangle in his hair, soft sighs muffled between kisses.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so—so fucking sweet, and I’m gonna ruin you.”
She kissed him again. “Then ruin me.”
He cursed, dragging her down to the bed with him like gravity, and suddenly it was all heat and breathless laughter and her thighs parting for him so easily.
“Lift your shirt,” he muttered, and she did, cheeks flushing as he stared at her like he’d never seen skin before. “God…”
Her bra was lace. White. Angelic.
He buried his face in her chest and moaned.
“You wear this for me?” he asked, teeth grazing the fabric.
She nodded, shaky. “Thought maybe you’d look.”
“Baby,” he groaned, pulling the cup down with his mouth. “I always fuckin’ look.”
She gasped when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, hand gripping his hair as his tongue swirled, slow and possessive. His fingers trailed down her sides, kneading, memorizing, worshipping.
“Gonna be honest,” he murmured, voice gravelly against her skin. “I’ve thought about this so many times. You. Under me. Moaning my name.”
“I’ve thought about you too,” she admitted, face pink. “Even though I shouldn’t.”
That broke something in him.
“You shouldn’t want me,” he said, kissing down her belly. “But you do. Huh, sweetheart?”
She nodded, eyes wide and dazed.
He peeled off her skirt.
Then her panties.
Then groaned.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re wet already? All this for me?”
“I’ve never…” she blushed harder. “But I want you.”
He kissed her inner thigh, almost reverent. “I’ll be gentle.”
But he wasn’t.
He tried—he really did. But the second he slid two fingers into her tight, needy heat and she whimpered his name like a plea, he snapped. He had to taste her. Had to own her.
His mouth was filthy. Tongue slow, greedy, like he wanted to memorize every noise she made.
She came once on his mouth, sobbing his name, thighs squeezing around his head. He didn’t stop. Not until she begged. Not until her legs were shaking and he was throbbing in his jeans.
He kissed her softly then. And when he finally slid inside her, slow and careful, she gasped like he was the first thing that ever made her feel real.
“You okay?” he asked, voice thick, barely holding on.
She nodded, nails in his back. “Please move. Please, Seong-je—”
And he did.
Not rough. Not yet.
But deep. Full. Like he didn’t want to be anywhere but inside her.
He kissed her. Over and over. Her forehead, her lips, her throat.
“Say it’s mine,” he whispered. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered back. “I was always yours.”
And that’s when he lost it.
He fucked her so deep she gasped every time he bottomed out. So slow it was cruel. So dirty for someone so sweet, her voice a broken whimper beneath him, moaning his name like a prayer.
He came inside her, gritting his teeth, eyes never leaving hers.
And when he pulled her into his chest, still buried inside her, still shaking—he whispered it like a secret:
“You’re mine now. No one else gets to touch you.”
She nodded. Sleepy. Wrecked.
“You’re not scary,” she mumbled, curling into him.
He laughed quietly. “You’re the only one who gets to say that.”
Aftercare? Immaculate. He made her tea. She made him blush. He still punched someone the next day for asking why she was walking funny.
But he didn’t care.
Because she kissed his cheek and smiled at him in the hallway like he hung the stars.
And for once, Seong-je didn’t feel like a monster.
Hi, I really like your fanfics here and on Wattpad. Could you write something about Seungje? One where he has a secret/low-profile relationship to protect his girlfriend, but one day when he's while doing some union work, he realizes that his girlfriend is a victim of bullying.They both go to different schools. She was like a Juntae or Beomseok at her school and never told Seungje anything because she was embarrassed that he would find out and think she was pathetic or something. I hope you like the idea 🫂
PATHETIC;gsj
Geum Seongje x Fem Reader
N O T E : Yesterday was my birthday so i couldn´t update, but i hope this is what you asked for baeeee!
Geum Seongje was, in every sense of the word, completely deranged.
Everyone in the district knew it. The thugs from other schools trembled just hearing his name. His reputation in the Union, under Na Baekjin's command, was built on broken bones and sadistic smiles.
Seongje enjoyed violence. He enjoyed the sound of someone's nose breaking under his fist. He had no empathy, no mercy, and definitely no patience.
But there was one exception to all his twisted rules. Just one.
Her.
Their relationship was the best-kept secret in all of Seoul. No one in the Union, not even his closest subordinates, knew she existed. Seongje had personally made sure of that.
In his world, showing weakness was a death sentence. If his enemies discovered that the great Geum Seongje had a girlfriend, they would go after her without hesitation to use her against him.
And Seongje couldn't allow that. Because she wasn't part of his world.
She went to a different school, an academy that seemed quiet and normal. She was shy, studious, and whenever she was with him, she always wore a sweet smile. Seongje saw her as something fragile, something pure that he needed to keep far away from the blood and filth of his own life.
That's why his dates were always low-profile: late-night walks, dinners in distant restaurants, or nights in his apartment where no one could bother her.
He cared for her in his own rough but possessive way. And she always told him everything was fine. That school was going great, that her classes were boring but peaceful.
But it was all a damn lie.
And Seongje was about to find out in the worst possible way.
It was Thursday afternoon. Seongje was in a foul mood.
He had gone to collect money from a group of idiots who were late with their Union payments. Coincidentally, the meeting spot was just a few blocks from her school. He finished quickly, breaking a couple of ribs to make the message clear, and sent his subordinates back.
He decided to stay a while. Leaning against the wall of a filthy alley, he lit a cigarette, exhaling gray smoke into the cloudy sky. He thought about texting her to meet later, since she was nearby.
But before he could pull out his phone, he heard noises coming from behind an abandoned building at the end of the alley.
Teenage voices. Mocking laughter, a dull thud, and the sound of coins hitting the ground.
Seongje rolled his eyes. He hated kids playing at being thugs. Normally, he would have ignored them. It wasn't his problem if some losers were fighting over lunch money.
"This is all you brought?" a shrill, annoying girl's voice rang out. "I told you I wanted the cream bread from the downtown bakery, stupid. Are you deaf or just an idiot?"
"I-I'm sorry… they were sold out…" came a trembling, timid reply.
The cigarette nearly slipped from Seongje's fingers.
That voice.
He froze. His brain short-circuited for a split second. He knew that voice perfectly. It was the same voice that said "good morning" on the phone, the same voice that laughed at his sarcastic comments.
He dropped the cigarette and walked silently toward the back of the building, hiding behind a dumpster to see what was happening.
What he saw made his blood freeze, then boil.
There she was.
Kneeling on the dirty concrete. Her uniform stained with dust. In front of her stood four of her classmates: two girls and two boys. One boy was rummaging through her backpack, tossing her notebooks to the ground, while the leader girl sneered at her, clutching the little money she had.
She was the perfect target. The errand girl. The punching bag. She was the victim everyone trampled at school.
"You're useless," the girl spat, slapping her across the left cheek.
The sound echoed through the alley.
She lowered her head, curling into herself, trembling with fear. She didn't fight back. She didn't scream. She just let them hit her, as if she were completely used to it. As if it was her daily routine.
Seongje felt the world stop.
His mind filled with questions. Why hadn't she told him? Why did she always smile when he asked about school? How long had she been enduring this while he thought she was safe?
But the questions vanished quickly, replaced by something far more familiar to Geum Seongje: murderous, sadistic, uncontrollable rage.
One of the boys raised his foot to kick her in the stomach, mocking her.
But the blow never landed.
Before his foot could touch her, Seongje burst from hiding. With terrifying speed, he grabbed the boy by the collar and slammed him against the brick wall.
The impact was brutal. The boy spat blood instantly and collapsed, clutching his head and groaning in pain.
Silence fell over the alley.
She looked up, tears in her eyes, her cheek red, and felt her heart stop.
It was Seongje.
He was there. He had seen everything.
The other three froze, pale with terror. They recognized the jacket, the hair, and above all, the twisted, psychotic smile on Seongje's face.
"Well, well…" Seongje said, cracking his knuckles slowly. "Looks like the trash from this school has too much free time."
"G-Geum Seongje?!" stammered the other boy, backing into the trash cans. "W-we didn't do anything! We don't have problems with the Union!"
Seongje let out a dark, humorless laugh. He didn't look at them. He looked down at her.
She was paralyzed. The fear she felt for the bullies was nothing compared to the absolute panic of Seongje seeing her like this. Her biggest secret, her deepest shame, had just been exposed.
She knew how pathetic she was. She knew she was a coward who let herself be humiliated like a stray dog.
"No problems with the Union…" Seongje repeated, dragging out the words. Then he lifted his gaze, his eyes turning into black pits of madness. "But you've got a very, very big problem with me."
Without warning, he lunged forward. He grabbed the boy by the hair and kneed him in the face. The sound of cartilage breaking was sickening. The boy collapsed unconscious instantly.
The two girls screamed, trying to run.
But Seongje had no mercy. Not even for girls. He grabbed the leader by her backpack and threw her to the ground with brutal force. He leaned over, gripping her collar and lifting her slightly off the floor.
"What's wrong?" Seongje whispered, his sadistic smile inches from her terrified face. "Not so tough now? Where's that strength you use to slap people?"
"Please! Let me go!" she cried desperately.
Seongje looked at her with disgust and tossed her aside like garbage. He kicked her ribs, knocking the air out of her.
"Look at her again… breathe near her again, and next time I won't just break your face. I'll rip out your eyes and make you eat them," Seongje warned coldly. Those still conscious nodded frantically, crawling away like cockroaches.
When the bullies disappeared, limping and crying, silence returned.
Seongje stood with his back to her for a few seconds, his shoulders rising and falling as he tried to control the adrenaline and the urge to keep beating someone to death.
She was still on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn't dare make a sound.
She waited for the moment he turned, looked at her with disgust, and told her that she made him sick. That she was a loser he didn't want anymore.
Seongje turned slowly.
He walked toward her. His footsteps echoed on the concrete.
He stopped in front of her. His tall, threatening figure cast a shadow. She shrank further, closing her eyes tightly, bracing for cruel words.
But instead, Seongje let out a long, heavy sigh. He crouched down, and without a word, took her arms and lifted her carefully.
"Seongje… I…" her voice broke into a sob.
"Shut up. Don't talk here," he cut her off sharply, making her flinch.
He picked up her notebooks, stuffed them back into her bag, slung it over his shoulder, grabbed her hand firmly, and pulled her out of the alley toward the car Na Baekjin had given him for "work," though Seongje clearly didn't care what it was for.
He opened the passenger door, pushed her gently inside, then got into the driver's seat.
He started the engine, locked the doors, and sped off.
Seongje drove fast, gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw was tense. He hadn't looked at her once since leaving the alley.
She sat curled up, hugging her knees, crying silently. Shame consumed her.
She had spent months pretending to be normal around him. Seongje was feared, strong, untouchable. What would he think now? She knew perfectly well. He'd think she was pathetic. A victim, good for nothing but errands. Surely he'd leave her. How could the great Geum Seongje be with the school's punching bag?
Finally, Seongje stopped abruptly near the Han River. He killed the engine.
The silence inside the car was suffocating.
"Explain," Seongje suddenly said. His voice was low, grave, demanding.
She swallowed hard, unable to meet his eyes. Her trembling hands were all she could look at.
"I'm sorry…" she managed between sobs. "I-I know you're going to leave me… I know I disgust you…"
Seongje frowned. He turned fully toward her, resting one arm on the back of her seat.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, sounding genuinely confused and angry.
"That I'm pathetic!" she burst out, finally lifting her tear-filled eyes to his. "You saw it, Seongje! I'm a loser! I let them hit me, steal my money, treat me like trash. I don't fight back. I'm a punching bag. I'm exactly the kind of person you always mock!"
Silence filled the car again. Seongje stared at her, analyzing every word, every tear sliding down her face.
"And why the hell didn't you tell me?" he demanded, raising his voice slightly. "We've been together for months. I always ask how you're doing. You always say everything's perfect! Why did you lie to my face?"
"Because I was scared!" she cried, breaking down even more. "I was scared that if you found out, you'd think I'm weak and boring. You're strong, Seongje. Everyone fears you. If you knew I was the girl everyone humiliates… you'd be ashamed of me. You'd pity me."
At her confession, Seongje's expression shifted.
The fury he'd felt toward the bullies faded for a moment, replaced by frustration—and something else.
Something he almost never felt: guilt.
He had thought he was protecting her by keeping her hidden. He thought his world was the only dangerous one. It had never crossed his mind that in her "boring" school, parasites were making her life hell, and she was enduring it alone out of fear of his reaction.
He cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair in desperation.
Then he leaned forward, unbuckled her seatbelt in one swift motion, and pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly across the console.
The movement was so sudden she let out a small gasp, but the moment she felt his strong, warm arms around her, she collapsed completely, burying her face in his neck, sobbing until she couldn't breathe.
"You're a complete idiot…" Seongje whispered near her ear. His voice was still rough, but the way he held her, crushing her against his chest as if she were the most precious thing in the world, said otherwise.
"I-I'm sorry…" she cried.
"Shut up. Don't apologize for this," he scolded, his hand clumsy but firm as it stroked her hair. "Listen carefully, because I won't repeat it. I don't care if you're weak. I don't care if you can't fight. That's my job. I'm the monster, I'm the one who breaks bones. Got it?"
She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, still hiccupping from the sobs.
"But… don't I make you… ashamed?"
Seongje snorted, wiping her tears with his thumbs, careful when he touched the red mark on her cheek. Seeing it made his jaw clench with rage again.
"The only thing that pisses me off is that you didn't tell me sooner," he admitted. "It makes me sick to think of all the times those bastards touched you and I wasn't there to rip their arms off. Ashamed of you? Don't say stupid things. You're mine. You're the only thing in this damn world that really matters to me. And nobody—absolutely nobody—has the right to trample what's mine."
His words were raw, possessive, even frightening, but coming from Geum Seongje, they were the deepest, most sincere declaration of love possible.
He didn't judge her for being weak. On the contrary, his violent instinct to protect had ignited completely—just for her.
"Seongje… I don't want you to get into trouble at my school…" she murmured, feeling safer in his arms but still worried.
He smirked. That cold, dangerous smirk that defined him.
"Too late for that. Those idiots I left in the alley already got the message. But just in case, tomorrow I'm paying your school a little visit during lunch break," he said calmly, which was even more terrifying. "I'll make sure the whole damn academy knows who you belong to. No one will ever look at you wrong again. And if they do, I'll burn that school down with them inside."
Her eyes widened in alarm. "No! You can't burn the school!"
Seongje laughed. A rough, genuine laugh. He cupped her face and kissed her deeply, leaving her breathless and wiping away all her insecurities in one stroke.
"It was a metaphor. More or less…" he teased, brushing his nose against hers. "But I mean it. No more secrets. No more hiding you to protect you. Clearly, hiding didn't work. From now on, everyone's going to know you're mine. Let's see if anyone in this city is suicidal enough to lay a finger on you once they know Geum Seongje is your boyfriend."
She felt a massive weight lift off her shoulders. She leaned against his chest again, closing her eyes.
For the first time in months, she wasn't afraid anymore.
"Thank you, Seongje…" she whispered.
"You'd better not hide anything from me again, or I'll punish you myself," he warned, kissing her forehead. "And tomorrow you're giving me the list of names of everyone who treated you badly. Every single one."
"Seongje, it's not necessary, you scared them enough today…"
"Not negotiable," he snapped, starting the car again. "We're going to my place. I'll put ice on that cheek. And then you're going to eat properly, because I'm sure those parasites stole your lunch."
She smiled faintly, nodding as she settled back into the seat.
Geum Seongje was a psychopath, violent, sadistic, and dangerous. But somehow, he was her savior. And as long as she was by his side, she knew perfectly well that never, ever again would anyone make her feel pathetic.
summary: in which you got yourself tangled up with geum seongje. at first, it was trouble. then, it became routine. until, somehow, you became the only thing he would bleed for—willingly, violently, without regret.
pairing: geum seongje x fem!reader
genre: romance, hurt/comfort, angst
word count: 6.2k
playlist: he was chaos, he was revelry
last.
you were crouched by the side of a quiet alley behind a convenience store, setting down a paper plate with tuna and a cup of water. a tiny stray kitten had been hanging around there lately, mistrustful, but hungry. you've seen it a few times and started bringing food when you pass by.
the kitten was peeking out from under a box, inching closer. you kept still, one hand out, speaking low and soft.
then, there was a crash. a loud bang echoed from farther down the alley, and the sound of something—someone—getting slammed into a wall.
the kitten bolted instantly, disappearing into a gap between buildings.
you groaned under your breath, standing up with an irritated huff. not only did it startle the kitten, but it also startled you. you almost stumbled from the shock of the loud noise, your heart pounding rapidly.
"what the hell..." you stepped a little farther out to see the source, and then you saw him. a tall guy, maroon uniform jacket slipping off one shoulder, face stretched, hair a mess. bloodied knuckles and eyes wild.
he wasn't from your school. and by the looks of it, his opponent was already down. two more stood at a distance, too afraid to move.
the man lifted his head once, cracking his neck. then his eyes landed on you. you didn't flinch. just stared with narrowed eyes.
"go start your fight somewhere else," you said evenly. "you're not from around here."
he raised his brows and stared like he hadn't heard you right. then he smiled, crooked and wild. the kind that says, 'you've just made things interesting.'
you turned your back on him and walked off, not giving him another glance.
he stared after you. not many people talked to him like that. even fewer walked away before he decided the conversation was over.
you didn't run, but didn't linger either. just walked like you had somewhere to be, like he wasn't worth wasting another second on.
his eyes remained on you, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. a faint cut on his knuckle stung, but barely noticed.
'go start your fight somewhere else.'
'you're not from around here.'
not a scream. not a plea. not even a threat. just pure irritation. like he was some dumb dog that pissed on your shoes.
his grin curled slowly, something unhinged hiding just beneath it. he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, stuck it between his teeth, and lit it. the flame briefly flickered across his face before he took a drag and blew the smoke out lazily.
he'd seen people cry, scream, and beg. he'd seen how most people either froze or ran when they saw him, faces tight with fear, eyes darting around. but you?
you looked at him like he was an eyesore.
his laugh came quiet. brief. half-laugh, half-breath.
feeding a stray cat, he thought, like it was some ridiculous joke the universe threw at him. you looked too soft for your own good, too normal, too boring.
so why did you stick?
he leaned his shoulder against the wall, just for a second. watched the street where you disappeared. his blood was still warm from the fight, but that moment? that edge in your voice?
it was the first time he felt interrupted.
not threatened, not challenged. just... like someone reached into his noise and pulled something to the surface.
he didn't know your name. but that was fine. he had time.
it wasn't the next day, or the day after. but seongje still found himself wandering near that same alley. always around the same time. leaning against walls with a cigarette between his lips, smoke curling above his head like a restless thought that wouldn't burn out.
he wasn't waiting, he told himself. he just happened to be here, just passing time.
he was mid-drag when he caught a flash of familiar movement. dark hair, a recognizable bag slung over one shoulder. you were crouched near the alley's corner again, opening a can of tuna. next to your feet was the same stray kitten from before, now a little less wary, its ears twitching.
you didn't notice him at first. he said nothing.
he watched you feed the kitten. your expression wasn't anything special, just calm, focused, lips pressed together in a straight line. but he stared like it was the most peculiar thing in the world, like you were something unreal.
then you sighed and sat back on your heels, that's when your eyes flicked up, and landed right on him. you tensed slightly, like you were trying to figure out if it was him or just some other delinquent in a maroon uniform.
it was definitely him.
"you again? you muttered, standing slowly, brushing off your knees. "don't tell me you're here to start trouble again."
seongje let the cigarette dangle loosely between his fingers, gaze half-lidded. "don't flatter yourself. this is my spot now."
you snorted. "your spot? pretty sure this alley existed before you."
a grin pulled at his lips, slow and amused. that sharp glint in your eyes was still there. that same irritation, not fear, not interest. just a girl who didn't give a damn who he was.
"you always talk this much when feeding cats?" he asked.
"no. just when someone interrupts." he laughed, quiet but real.
you moved to step past him, clearly done with the conversation. but before you could, he flicked his cigarette to the ground and said slowly, "you don't scare easy, do you?"
you paused. "i don't like getting caught up in situations like this."
you walked off before he could say anything else. same calm steps. same complete disinterest in him. he stared at the kitten as it ate.
for the first time in a long while, he didn't feel bored.
you were coming out of the convenience store with a yogurt drink in hand when you felt someone matching your pace beside you.
you didn't even need to look. you felt it, like the air shifted, a shadow slipping in just a bit too close.
"miss cat-feeder," came the drawl, smug and lazy.
you rolled your eyes and kept walking. "seriously?"
"you remembered me," he said, hands in his pockets, leaning slightly sideways to peer at your face.
"no. i remembered your stupid voice."
"ouch," he grinned. "you wound me."
"what do you want?"
"just walking. not allowed to exist now?"
"not next to me, preferably." he chuckled at that, keeping stride with you anyway.
he walked like he owned the sidewalk, like even the cracks made space for him. he kept glancing at you, amused by how hard you were trying not to look.
"don't you have school?" you muttered.
"skipped."
"of course you did."
there was a beat of silence before he casually reached out and tugged at the hem of your sleeve. "what flavor?"
you jerked your arm away. "touch me again and i'll pour this on your head."
his grin widened, eyes gleaming with delight. there it is. "you're fun."
"i'm really not."
"exactly."
you stopped in your tracks. he looked at you, curious. "look," you said, eyes flat. "i don't like hanging out with loud people. so if you're looking for someone to flirt with, pick someone else."
seongje stared at you for a second, unreadable. then he smirked.
"i'm not flirting."
"good."
"i just like watching you get pissed." and with that, he turned on his heel and walked away, hands back in his pockets like he didn't just drop a live wire into your day.
you watched him go, jaw tight.
god, he is annoying.
and worse, he knew it.
your shoes pounded against the pavement, too loud, too fast. the voices behind you were still getting closer. slurred words, the kind that came with guys who had too much time and nothing to lose. you'd told them off when they first approached, sharp and dismissive like always. but these ones didn't like hearing 'no'.
you darted around a corner, trying to cut into a side street you didn't usually take, and slammed straight into a body.
you stumbled back from the force, hands catching yourself on the person's chest, eyes wide and breath caught in your throat.
"whoa there," a familiar voice started, light and teasing.
your eyes shot up.
geum seongje.
of all people.
he was in his usual disheveled uniform, cigarette tucked between his fingers, a faint smirk already creeping up like instinct. "you really can't stay away from me, huh?"
but you weren't listening. you glanced over your shoulder, eyes scanning the street you just came from, anxiety tightening your features.
seongje's smirk faded, just a bit. his eyes narrowed.
"what happened?"
"none of your business. i need to go."
you stepped to the side, trying to move past him but his arm shot out fast, catching you by the wrist. not hard. not enough to hurt. but firm.
his voice lost all its humor.
"who."
you jerked against his grip, frustrated. "just let me go. jesus christ."
he didn't. instead, his eyes flicked toward the corner you came from. and for a brief second, something flickered through him, that thing he tried to keep under the surface unless it was time to let it loose.
then he heard footsteps and voices getting closer. the guys rounded the corner, laughing, loud, eyes scanning.
and then they saw you.
and then him.
one of them started to speak, some dumb threat halfway out of his mouth when seongje stepped forward and flicked his cigarette.
"alright," he said, eyes gleaming now. "which one of you thought chasing her was a good idea?" his tone didn't rise. he didn't shout. but it was enough.
the shift in the air was immediate, like a wire pulled taut. the guys slowed, uneasy.
"you with her?" one of them muttered, trying to size him up. seongje's lip curled in amusement.
"nah," he said, rolling his shoulder. "but she ran into me. so now you've got a problem."
one of them laughed nervously, already starting to backpedal. but it was too late.
you didn't say a word. his posture changed, loose and wild, but sharp, like the crackle before a fire starts.
"stay behind me," he muttered without looking at you. you almost snapped at him.
i didn't ask for help.
but something in the way he said it—flat, final—made you stay put.
he didn't do it for gratitude. he did it because someone pissed him off. and right now, that someone was anyone who looked at you wrong.
they didn't get the chance to react further. not really, because seongje's already on them.
the first one barely managed to raise his arm before seongje slammed his fist into his jaw, the sound cracking through the alley like a gunshot. he didn't stop, he grabbed the guy by the collar, slamming his head against the wall once, twice, three times until he crumpled like dead weight.
the second guy tried to pull something, maybe a pocketknife, but he was too slow. seongje grabbed his wrist and bended it the wrong way with a sickening snap. the guy howled, dropping the knife, and seongje grinned wider.
the last one tried to run. he got maybe five steps before seongje tackled him from behind, dragging him down like a wolf ripping through prey. there was nothing clean about the way he beat him. just pure rage unleashed in fists, knees, elbows, and feet.
the alley was quiet again. the three guys were groaning, two on the ground and one stumbling away. none of them dared to look back.
seongje stood in the center of it, breathing a little heavier, the scrape on his knuckles raw and fresh. blood trickled slowly down his arm, but he didn't seem to care. not even a glance at it.
you stared. not because you were scared of the violence. you'd known what he was capable of. you'd just never seen it up close. not like this.
there was a kind of stillness around him now, but it wasn't peace. it was the kind of stillness right after lightning hits the ground. charged, dangerous, humming under the surface.
he turned toward you, running a hand through his hair. eyes sharper now, less unhinged than before, but still wild.
"you good?" you hesitated.
"you didn't have to do that." he shrugged.
"i didn't do it for you." you frowned, annoyed.
"then why-"
"they looked at you like they could touch you," he said, voice low and quiet. "i didn't like that."
it came out too calm. like he was just stating a fact. like it was that simple.
you stared at him. "that's not normal."
he tilted his head. "i'm not normal."
you stood there in the silence again, tension thick between you both. then he looked down at his hand, flexed his fingers once.
"you gonna keep staring, or you gonna say thank you?"
you exhaled sharply. "i didn't ask you to help."
his lip twitched. "you didn't have to."
you started walking past him, brushing your shoulder lightly against his arm. "don't follow me."
he didn't. but he watched you go. watched like a wolf who'd just caught the scent of something that didn't run fast enough.
and this time, it wasn't about teasing you for attention anymore. it was something else. something worse.
something's changed. it had been days. you hadn't seen him near the alley, near the store, nowhere. and honestly, you were glad. the fight had left a sour taste in your mouth. not fear exactly, but it reminded you of the line he walked. the kind of line that most people never went near.
so when you saw him again leaning against the vending machine right outside the store, your steps faltered.
he noticed, eyes tracking you immediately. not grinning, not talking. just watching.
you stiffened, but kept walking. no use turning back now. you passed him without a word.
"you're avoiding me," he said. you didn't stop. "smart," he added after a beat.
that did it. you turned slightly, arms crossed, tone flat. "what do you want now?"
he looked you over, slower this time. less playful. like he was measuring something invisible.
"you said don't follow you," he said. "so i didn't."
"and yet, here you are."
"i was here first."
you hated that he had a point.
he pulled out a soda from the vending machine and cracked it open, taking a lazy sip. "i scared you."
"no you didn't."
his head tilted. "but you looked at me different after that day." you didn't reply. "you don't like people like me," he went on. "you don't like what i do. the way i fight. the way i look at you."
your throat tightened. "you make it sound like i'm supposed to like it."
he smiled, small, almost secret. "you're not."
you sighed and turned away again, but this time, his voice became lower. less teasing.
"you're not scared of me," he said. "but you're careful now." you paused. "i get it," he added. "but you should know something."
"what?" you asked warily.
"i'd kill for you without thinking."
the words didn't sound romantic. they didn't even sound intense. they were just real.
heavy. simple. dangerous.
you looked at him. at the bruised knuckles, the lazy posture, the eyes that never stopped watching you. and for the first time, you didn't see an annoying prick. you saw the storm behind his grin.
you didn't say a word as you walked away. but you walked slower this time.
the sky was gray, and the wind carried that dry chill that always came with autumn.
you didn't mean to come this way. really, you didn't. but this street was quieter than the main road, and your head was already aching from a whole day of voices, noise, and pressure from everyone around you.
your friends had found out. not just about anyone, but him. a certain delinquent hanging around you. not just anyone either, but someone from the union.
they kept telling you the same thing. stop meeting him, cut him off, stay away before things got worse. that's all you've been hearing for days. from different mouths, but the same message, over and over. as if you hadn't thought about that already. like you hadn't been trying.
you were tired. bone-deep, soul tired.
and there he was.
same place. same vending machine. like he'd been waiting, but not really. like he knew you'd come eventually.
seongje glanced up, surprised, but only a little. his cigarette burned lazily between his fingers, his jacket loose, like he didn't care how cold it was getting.
you stopped a few steps away and didn't say anything.
he raised a brow. "lost?"
"no," you said, too flat, too fast.
he stared. then blew out smoke in a low exhale. "you look like shit."
you snorted faintly. "thanks."
he nodded toward the chair beside him. "sit if you want."
"i didn't come to hang out with you."
"didn't say you did."
still, you sat. not close, just near enough to feel the warmth of someone else existing beside you. near enough to not feel completely alone. you stayed like that for a while. nothing said.
then, without looking at him, you muttered, "why are you like this?"
his brow quirked. "like what?"
"crazy. violent. all of it."
a beat. then a shrug. "it's fun."
you sighed, frustrated but not surprised.
and then, so softly that he almost didn't hear it, you said, "you make everything worse. but today... i don't know. you don't feel loud." that caught him off guard.
he turned to look at you, cigarette paused halfway to his lips.
you didn't meet his eyes. you just sat there, face turned to the street. like this, quiet and tired and not trying to prove anything, you looked different.
more fragile. not weak, never that. but human.
seongje flicked his ash away. "stay, then," he said. "if it helps."
you didn't answer. but you didn't leave either. and for once, he didn't push you to speak. he just let you be. which, for someone like him, was a kind of affection.
the unspoken kind.
the kind that doesn't ask for anything back.
another day, and there he was again. it wasn't often that you saw him alone like this. really alone. no noise. no laughter. no fights.
just seongje, slouched low on the steps behind an old building, elbows on his knees, head tilted back like he was trying to drown in the grey sky. he didn't notice you at first, too wrapped in whatever chaos lived behind his eyes.
you should've kept walking. you meant to keep walking. but something stopped you. maybe it was the stillness. maybe it was the fact that for the first time since you met him, he didn't look like someone trying to stir shit up. he looked tired.
you approached slowly, footsteps soft. he heard you eventually, turning just slightly to glance your way. his usual grin didn't show up.
"you stalking me now?" he said, voice low, like he couldn't be bothered to make it sound playful.
"i was just walking by."
"uh-huh."
you didn't sit beside him. you stood a little off to the side, arms folded, eyes scanning his face. there was a bruise on his cheekbone, not fresh but healing, and a split on his lower lip.
"what happened this time?"
"some idiot." he muttered. "deserved worse than what he got."
you rolled your eyes. "that doesn't narrow it down."
he smirked faintly. but it didn't last. he looked back up at the sky. "ever feel like you're stuck in a room that's too small, and the only way to breathe is to break something?"
you blinked. that wasn't the answer you expected. you said nothing.
he let out a low breath. "yeah. never mind."
you hesitated, then stepped closer. not sitting, just standing near him.
"i don't get you." you said finally.
"good."
"but i care."
that made him look at you again. not with that lazy, cocky grin. not with the sharp glint he gave the people he was about to wreck.
just... eyes. dark, unreadable, confused.
"you care?" he repeated, almost mocking, but there was no real heat in it.
you nodded. "i don't want to, but i do."
the silence that followed was heavier than anything he could've said.
you rubbed at your sleeve, eyes darting away. "it's stupid."
he stared a second longer, then tilted his head. "i'm not gonna be good for you," he said flatly. no apology in it. just fact.
"i know."
"i'll hurt people."
"i know."
"i might hurt you."
your gaze snapped back to his. "then i'll leave."
a pause.
and for the first time, his expression shifted, something sharp flickering behind his eyes, like the idea of you leaving physically bothered him.
but you held his stare. "i don't deserve to be hurt by you."
he didn't answer. when you turned to go, he didn't stop you. he didn't grab your wrist. he didn't make a scene. he just watched you leave like someone who'd been left too many times before to call out now.
and that was how you knew it wasn't just some sort of game to him anymore.
it was supposed to be just another normal day. you were going to meet up with a friend from a different school. but somehow, word got around that you'd said something snappy to the wrong group of boys the other day, boys who thought they could intimidate you into taking it back. you didn't.
but now they were standing in front of you in the alley near the rear exit of the building. three of them, too close, too smug, and too stupid to understand that they were walking into something far worse than your sharp tongue.
because seongje had seen.
he wasn't supposed to be there. you didn't even know why he was around this part of the city. but the second his eyes locked on the scene, on you cornered, arms crossed tightly, jaw clenched, something dark lit behind his expression.
he didn't run. he didn't shout. he just walked, calm as anything, like he had all the time in the world. the sound of his steps echoing on the pavement made all three boys turn.
"oi," he said, voice low and slow.
the boys stiffened. one of them scoffed. "the hell are you?"
seongje grinned cockily. "me? i'm geum seongje. you dumb fucks."
his name dropped like a dead weight. the air shifted. one of them paled a little, while another took an unconscious step back.
"oh—shit—" one of them muttered under his breath, recognizing it too late.
then his eyes flickered to you. "you okay?"
you swallowed. "i've got it."
"wrong answer."
he passed the boys like they weren't even there, stepping between them and you, like drawing a line they couldn't cross anymore.
"you wanna explain why the hell you're trying to corner mine?"
the word slipped out like instinct. your breath caught.
the boys hesitated. one of them backed up. the dumbest one laughed nervously.
"you serious, man? you dating this chick or something?"
seongje didn't answer right away. instead, he pulled out his glasses, the metal catching the light for a second. then, without a word, he took your hand gently, almost unnervingly so, and placed them in your palm.
"i don't repeat myself."
and that was the only warning they got. it wasn't a fight. it was a statement.
a clear, brutal, one-sided reminder that you were off-limits. that if they so much as looked at you again, they'd wake up in pieces.
he didn't let it last long. he didn't need to.
when it was over, and the three of them were groaning on the pavement, he turned to you, no grin now, just quiet breathing. without a word, he took the glasses from your hand and slid them back on.
"you didn't need to do that," you said quietly.
"they shouldn't have looked at you like they could."
"that's not how this works."
he glanced at you, sharp. "it is now."
you looked away, jaw tight. "you act like i'm yours."
another beat of silence. the only sound was the wind through rusted fences. and then,
"you are," he said simply.
you stared at him, your heart thudded too loud.
"you can't just—claim people."
"i can."
"why?" he held your gaze, something unreadable flickering in his.
"you're the only thing i don't want broken."
he said it like it bothered him. like the truth of it irritated the hell out of him.
you didn't know what to say. so you didn't. you just walked beside him as he left the alley, silent. but this time, you stayed close.
and this time, he didn't grin. he just walked with you like he always meant to.
the day had been long. longer than you thought it would be. school, people, life. everything felt suffocating. your body ached, your mind was frayed, and every little thing seemed to pile on top of you until you could barely keep your head above water.
but then, through the haze of exhaustion, you saw him.
seongje, leaning against your school gate. unbothered and detached. his posture was casual, his eyes scanning the crowd of students coming out of school. but the moment your gaze locked onto him, your heart gave a small jolt of relief.
there. him. the one person who, for reasons you still couldn't fully understand, made you feel safe. your body seemed to move on its own, your feet carrying you toward him without a second thought.
and then before you could even process what you were doing, you were already running toward him, arms outstretched, chest tight from the strain of everything you'd been holding inside all day.
the moment you reached him, you didn't stop. you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face against his chest.
you hummed. the noise was quiet, like a soft sigh of contentment, and for the first time all day, your muscles finally relaxed.
his scent, the familiar warmth of him, it was like home. a feeling you hadn't known you were missing until it was there, pressing against you in a way you couldn't explain.
for a split second, everything felt peaceful. you could rest now. let everything melt away. with him, it felt like nothing else mattered.
seongje froze. his first instinct was to step back, to pull away, because this wasn't how things were supposed to be. but when you stayed against him, not saying anything, just holding him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded, something inside him twisted.
what the hell?
he couldn't breathe for a second. your arms around him, your face buried against him like you needed him. like he was something more than just some crazy bastard. he didn't know what to do with it.
you were so soft against him. so warm. his heartbeat, which had been steady, quickened as your arms tightened just slightly. and his body, despite the automatic urge to pull away, instinctively responded, his hands hovering at his sides, unsure of where to put them, but not wanting to make you pull away.
his reaction was slow. he was staring down at you, his usual detached expression gone, replaced with a mix of confusion and something closer to... discomfort. he didn't know how to handle it.
finally, after what felt like an eternity, he placed his hand awkwardly on your back, barely enough to return the gesture, but it was something. just a gentle pressure, like he was trying to let you know he wasn't going to push you away. but he wouldn't pull you in either. not fully.
his voice came out rough, not because he was angry, but because he didn't have the words to make sense of what was happening. "you... okay?" he asked, his voice low. it was like he was trying to understand you better. trying, in his strange way, to care.
and when you hummed again, your body still pressed against him like you needed nothing more, he couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him. subtle, but undeniable.
he didn't say anything else, but he did one thing he never thought he would. he let you stay there, his hand still on your back, just enough to show that maybe, just maybe, he didn't mind you being this close.
thoughts had been swirling around your head. people already knew who you were, and the kind of connection you had with geum seongje. you'd been hearing disapproving remarks from people you knew, left and right.
but that wasn't what was bothering you. it was when one of your friends asked, "when did you even start dating geum seongje?"
you didn't know how to answer that. you weren't dating. were you even together? you'd been so focused on how you felt about him, so content with the time you were spending together, that you'd forgotten to ask the most important question.
where do you stand in his life?
so you finally asked, quietly. on a cold night, after one of his disappearances. you looked at him and said, "what are we, seongje?"
he didn't look at you right away. he just lit a cigarette, sat back like you didn't just ask something that's clawing at your ribs.
then, after a long pause, he said, "you don't need a label for something i'd kill over."
still too vague. so you pressed. "so that's it? you can show up and disappear and wreck people and i'm just... what? someone you know?"
now he's irritated. not because you're wrong, but because his feelings itch under his skin worse than blood.
he dragged you close by the wrist, eyes burning, voice low and rough. "you're mine. you're not like the others. you don't walk away from me. and i'll kill anyone who touches you."
it became even clearer in actions. he doesn't flirt with others. he doesn't sleep around. he shows up when you're hurt, when you need help, or even just when the silence gets too heavy. his violence becomes more controlled around you. his chaos pauses for you.
and if you ever try to walk away, not out of fear, but heartbreak, he doesn't beg. but he follows.
he shows up in the dark and says, "you don't get to leave. you're the only thing i don't want to break."
so no, you don't get a title. but you get certainty. the kind that claws into you and never lets go.
you were at seongje's place, curled up in the corner of his bed, wearing one of his hoodies, watching something on your phone. occasionally, you laughed, your brow twitching, your mouth tugging in little ways. you probably didn't know he was watching.
he was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall. a cigarette rested between his fingers, forgotten halfway through.
it should've been just another moment. just another afternoon with you near. that's all it was. but it wasn't.
something cracked. it was quiet. internal. sudden.
he looked at you, really looked, and it hit him like a pipe to the chest. he'd always known you were different.
you didn't scream like the world did, you didn't beg to get closer to him, or flinch when he tore the world apart with his bare hands. you didn't reach to fix what couldn't be fixed.
you just were. and he couldn't fucking breathe.
he'd thought what he felt for you was already obsession. he thought the way he needed you around—the way his days didn't start right unless he saw your face—was already too much.
but this? right now? it was worse.
because you weren't even doing anything. you were just there, in his space like you belonged. and he couldn't stand it.
he didn't blink, didn't move. his heart was beating too fast, too heavy. like it was trying to get out of his chest, like it was trying to claw its way toward you.
you looked up at him, catching the stare.
"what?" you asked, your voice soft, lazy with comfort.
that was the final hit. his cigarette dropped to the floor. he stood and crossed the room in two strides.
you blinked and sat up, shifting to the edge of the bed. confused, then mildly concerned, because he wasn't saying anything. just looking at you like he was on the edge of something ugly.
"what is it?" you asked again.
he dropped to his knees in front of you, hands braced on the mattress like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
"you," he muttered, low, dangerous, barely holding back the quake in his chest. "you don't even fucking know, do you."
you blinked in confusion, "know what?"
"that i'm already gone."
he leaned in close, breath warm against your skin. his hands were clenched on the sheets beside your thighs.
"i didn't think it could get worse," he said, tone ragged. "but it did. just now. just looking at you."
"seongje-"
he didn't let you finish. his voice came out lower. hoarser.
"i'd burn down everything. rip open anyone. just to keep this. you. whatever the fuck this is—"
he pressed his forehead against your knee. his voice dropped, barely a whisper now, like it hurt him to say.
"—it's mine."
your fingers moved before your words did. you reached out, slow and certain, and slipped your hand into his hair, like you knew something inside him was coming apart at the seams, and you needed to keep it from unraveling further.
you didn't flinch. didn't pull away from the sharpness in his voice or the weight behind his words.
instead, you curled your fingers gently against his scalp and said, soft but steady, "you don't have to break things just to prove you want to keep me. i'm not going anywhere."
that did something to him. his breath hitched, quiet, jaw clenched. you didn't treat his madness like something to be pitied or feared. you didn't try to fix it. you didn't flinch from the wreckage. you just understood it was there and touched it anyway.
his arms wrapped around your waist almost without thinking, head still pressed to your knee like it was the only place he could breathe.
then you said it, quietly. not to tease, not to demand. just honest. like it had always been true.
"you are my home."
and that was the thing that shattered him. because he didn't have a home. not really, never did. he was a creature built from chaos and flame and blood. the idea that someone could look at him and find rest?
it wrecked him in a way no fist ever could. his grip tightened. not out of fear of you leaving. but because you just gave him something he didn't know he'd been starving for all his life. and now that he had it, he'd kill the whole world before he let it go.
he didn't know what to say yet. so when you gently pulled him toward the bed, he didn't resist. he didn't say something cocky or crass like he usually would. he just let you.
you lay down first, guiding him beside you. he collapsed next to you like a man thrown off balance. arms still around your waist, his head buried against the curve of your neck. as if he could crawl inside your skin just to get closer.
your fingers ran through his hair, slow, rhythmic, soothing. the storm inside him didn't vanish, but it quieted. simmered.
your voice cut through the quiet, soft and careful. "do you love me?"
he froze. he didn't pull away, but he did stop breathing for a second. his gaze locked on yours, heavy and unreadable. then he took a slow breath, jaw tightening.
love? what the hell was that supposed to feel like? that was too unfamiliar. too soft.
he didn't know. he'd never had it. not from anyone. not for anyone. all he'd ever known was survival, pleasure, and pain. wanting things so badly he broke them just to feel something. hurting because it was the only way to know he was alive.
but this? this thing in his chest, this raw, aching, burning thing that only grew worse the longer you touched him, it was something else.
so he didn't lie. he didn't pretend. he spoke against your skin, voice hoarse and quiet.
"i don't know what love is. but i know i can't fucking stand the thought of you not being here."
another breath. he pulled you closer.
"you're the only thing that makes me feel calm and insane at the same time. you—" he exhaled, shaky now, like it hurt to say, "—you make me feel too much. and i can't stop it."
his fingers dug into the back of your shirt. possessive. desperate.
"i don't know if it's love, but i know this—you're mine. you've been mine since the moment i saw you. doesn't matter if you run, or scream, or try to tear me out of your chest. you're still mine."
"you're the air that i breathe," he said, voice dropping to a whisper, like a confession no one else was meant to hear. "and i'd tear the world apart to keep you. no hesitation. no mercy."
"when i look at you, it hurts." he said. "but i want that hurt. over and over again. you're the only thing i'd bleed for without thinking twice."
he let the silence stretch, like he wanted the weight of his words to press against you. crush you, mark you, bind you to him in the only way he knew how.
it was not a confession, but a surrender.
your chest tightened. your eyes stung. and you hated that they did, because you weren't sad. you weren't broken.
you were just... full. full of him. of this.
a shaky breath escaped you as you cupped his face, your thumb brushing just beneath his eye, like you needed to touch something solid to believe any of this was real.
you smiled. small, trembling, but true.
"whatever it is you feel for me, let it consume you." your voice was steady, despite the trembling in your chest. "break for me. burn only for me. want no one else—because i don't want anyone but you."
he stared at you like you'd just taken the air out of his lungs.
"i don't care if it's wrong, or selfish, or if the world thinks i've lost my mind." your hand slid back into his hair gently. "you're mine, geum seongje. just as much as i'm yours."
his hands were already on your waist, but they tightened at those words, like something inside him finally snapped.
and he kissed you. it wasn't soft. it wasn't careful. it was desperate, like he needed to feel everything at once, like if he didn't press every inch of you into him, he might fall apart.
you kissed him back just as hard, just as aching, fingers curling in his hair like you could anchor the both of you with the weight of your want.
and in that moment, nothing else mattered.
not the danger in his eyes. not the chaos in his soul. not the way the world would look at you.
because you knew him. and you would choose him—still. every time.
for you, he would bleed himself dry a thousand times—willingly, completely, because he didn't know how not to.
hii...i absolutely love your works with seongje..can you take this request where seongje is the reader's bf and he finds out they the reader is best friends with eujang gang?...thank you 🥰
Neon Reputations
Pairing : Geum Seong-Je x reader
Genre : Fluff
Warning: Mention of violence, swearing and ooc
A/N. : sry if u dun like it tho, i can’t think anything welp”) every interaction is appreciated pretties!!
Dating Geum Seongje is not all sunshine, pretty dates, and playful arguments that end with him kissing your forehead like he did nothing wrong.
There are ugly parts too.
Yes, he is attractive enough to make girls stare at him wherever he goes, charming in that dangerous kind of way that makes people curious about him even when they know they should stay away, but you also have to deal with random girls trying to flirt with your boyfriend right in front of you as if you are invisible.
Yes, he spoils you more than anyone ever has, buying you things just because they remind him of you or because you stared at them for more than five seconds, but you also have to deal with him disappearing without warning whenever Union business gets serious.
Yes, he fights well, almost too well, but it also means you spend half your life patching cuts on his knuckles and cleaning blood off his face while he sits there acting like he is perfectly fine.
And yes, he spends most of his free time with you, follows you around like your personal shadow whenever he can, and remembers tiny things about you that even you forget yourself, but sometimes he still has no idea how to communicate like a normal boyfriend instead of someone who threatens people for a living.
Being loved by Geum Seongje means being protected all the time, whether you asked for it or not.
If he cannot follow you himself, he sends Baek Dong-ha or Do Seong-mok instead, because those are the only people he trusts enough to keep an eye on you without screwing things up. He knows you are more than capable of slipping away from random Union kids if you really want to, but that does not stop him from worrying anyway.
At least he stopped sending strangers after you once you admitted it made you uncomfortable.
That alone was probably considered progress for someone like him.
Geum Seongje knows every single one of your classmates and almost all your friends, not because he enjoys socializing but because he likes knowing exactly what kind of people you spend your time with. He never outright tells you his opinions either. Instead, he silently watches them from afar, analyzing the way they speak to you, the way they look at you, the intentions hidden underneath their smiles before deciding whether they deserve to stay around you or not.
And if someone happens to be talking to you only because they want homework answers or favors?
Well.
They usually stop showing up near you after that.
You never understand why you somehow avoid fake friendships so easily, but your boyfriend makes sure of it behind the scenes.
You also have online friends, though the one you are closest to is someone named WhiteDumpling (Seo JunTae)
You never asked for his real name, only knowing that he is another high school student around your age who likes games, memes, and complaining about school as much as you do.
Of course Seongje knows about him too.
One time he logged into your Roblox account just to “check something,” ended up playing games with WhiteDumpling for almost an hour, and afterwards spent the entire night asking if you were absolutely sure WhiteDumpling was not secretly a girl.
Now, however, Seongje is out in Seoul with Na Baek-jin for some important Union business that apparently requires both of them to be there personally, which probably means somebody is getting beaten half to death.
Dong-ha and Seong-mok are busy at the bowling alley too.
And you?
You are painfully bored.
You are scrolling through TikTok in bed when a notification suddenly pops up.
WhiteDumpling22 added you to a group chat.
You blink curiously before opening it, only to find three more usernames already inside.
RED Lettuce.
KickKick.
Blackpen.
Which somehow sound even more ridiculous than WhiteDumpling.
Seo Juntae immediately starts introducing everyone like an excited child showing off his new toys.
RED Lettuce is apparently Park Humin.
KickKick is Go Hyun-tak.
And Blackpen is Yeon Si-eun.
You end up getting comfortable with them surprisingly quickly, mostly because Humin and Hyuntak talk so much that silence is physically impossible around them. The conversation jumps from manga to anime to movies to complaints about teachers assigning work like they enjoy ruining lives.
Si-eun, meanwhile, contributes absolutely nothing except the occasional thumbs-up emoji before disappearing for thirty minutes at a time.
You honestly cannot tell if he hates all of you or if that is just his personality.
Eventually, Humin and Hyuntak invite you to their basketball practice the next day.
And because you clearly make questionable decisions, you agree.
The next morning, you head to the address they sent, which thankfully turns out to be only twenty minutes away from your place. On the way there, you stop by a convenience store to buy snacks and drinks because showing up empty-handed feels wrong when you are technically meeting online friends in real life for the first time.
When you arrive, the basketball court is already loud.
Humin and Hyuntak are practically screaming at each other while playing one-on-one, both acting like the fate of humanity depends on who scores next, while Seo Juntae awkwardly watches from the side beside Si-eun, who looks like he would rather be literally anywhere else.
Si-eun notices you first.
Of course he does.
He quietly says your name, and suddenly all three boys turn toward you at once.
Humin immediately runs over like he just reunited with a long-lost sibling.
Hyuntak greets you with that stupidly bright smile of his.
Juntae looks genuinely excited that you actually came.
And Si-eun simply gives you a small nod before returning to his drink.
Very on brand.
Eventually, the awkwardness disappears.
You end up laughing more than expected, learning basketball rules from Hyuntak, listening to Humin ramble nonstop about random nonsense, and somehow oversharing your middle school heartbreak story after Juntae asks one innocent question.
Three hours pass without you noticing.
You are sitting on the bench catching your breath when your phone vibrates.
Your face brightens instantly at the contact name.
GS : wyd?
You : omg you’re alive??
You : out with friends!! yk WhiteDumpling and his friends!!!
GS : that girl?
You : HE IS A BOY I TOLD U THIS 100 TIMES
GS : whatever
GS : back this evening
You : really??? i’ll wait at your place
You : want to eat anything?
GS : hmm you
You : stop joking seongje im serious
GS : cup noodles are fine
GS : don’t tire yourself out
You cannot help smiling at your screen like an idiot.
Eventually, you tell your friends you have to leave because your boyfriend is coming back from Seoul.
Humin refuses to let you go until you promise to come to the arcade with them on Sunday.
Hyuntak tells you to block Humin if he gets annoying.
Juntae gives you two yogurt drinks “for you and your scary boyfriend.”
And Si-eun simply nods goodbye again like a mysterious divorced man trapped inside a teenager’s body.
You are rearranging the dishes for the second time when the apartment door finally opens.
Geum Seongje walks in with a wrinkled black shopping bag hanging loosely from one hand, fresh cuts still visible across his knuckles while his glasses rest low against his nose.
He still somehow looks unfairly handsome.
The moment you see him, you rush forward and throw your arms around him.
“Hi, handsome. I missed you.”
For a second, his body relaxes against yours.
“I missed you too, princess.”
His voice comes out quieter than usual as he presses a kiss against your forehead before handing you the bag.
Inside are two plushies.
Small. Cute. Ridiculously soft-looking.
You look up at him immediately.
“Thought you’d like them,” he mutters casually before sitting down at the table like he did not just melt your heart in two seconds.
You squeal softly anyway, already taking photos of them while he watches from across the table.
And honestly?
Seeing you happy like this might genuinely be his favorite thing in the world.
Not Union.
Not fighting.
Not power.
Just you smiling over something stupid he bought because it reminded him of you.
By the time you finally look up from your phone, he is already halfway through eating.
“Seongje, why don’t you shower first?”
“A shower can wait.”
You laugh quietly under your breath.
“Dirty bastard.”
He only smirks faintly before continuing to eat.
The next day passes lazily.
You two spend most of it at home playing games, watching random movies neither of you fully pay attention to, and occasionally arguing over snacks before making up five minutes later.
At night, Seo Juntae messages you.
WD : hello ___
WD : ur still coming tomorrow right??
WD : we’ll wait for u (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃
You : ofc see u tomorrow!!
You turn toward Seongje, who is lying beside you while playing games on his phone.
“Seongje, I’m hanging out with my friends tomorrow at the arcade. Wanna come?”
Without even looking up, he answers immediately.
“I’ll pick you up.”
The arcade the next day is packed with noise, neon lights flashing across every machine while teenagers crowd around rhythm games and claw machines.
You spend almost two hours running around with the Eunjung boys.
Basketball games with Hyuntak.
Zombie shooters with Humin.
Dance battles with Juntae.
Racing games with Si-eun, who somehow destroys everyone without changing expression once.
Afterwards, the five of you collapse into seats at a nearby café while debating what to order.
That is when your phone rings.
You immediately brighten at the caller ID.
Outside the café window, you spot Seongje approaching in his black windbreaker, cigarette resting between his lips while his usual unreadable expression settles across his face.
The moment his eyes land on you, his expression softens slightly.
Then he notices who is sitting behind you.
And instantly goes cold again.
You wave excitedly before dragging him toward the table by the wrist.
The reaction is immediate.
Humin’s face drops.
Hyuntak straightens up.
Even Si-eun looks mildly concerned.
“___,” Humin says slowly, staring directly at Seongje,
“are you being held hostage?”
Hyuntak subtly moves closer to you too, like he is genuinely prepared to protect you from your own boyfriend if necessary.
Seongje scoffs.
“The fuck?”
You blink between them in confusion.
“No? He’s literally my boyfriend. Wait—do you guys know each other?”
“None of you are fighting,” you warn immediately before things escalate further.
“Because I’m ordering food for everyone.”
And somehow, against all logic, they actually listen.
So eventually, they all end up sitting at the same table like some kind of cursed peace treaty that could fall apart at any second.
The atmosphere feels strange at first.
Not awkward exactly.
Just tense in a way that makes you feel like everyone except you knows something important.
You are too busy deciding between two drinks on the menu to notice the silent staring contest happening across the table.
Geum Seongje leans back lazily in his chair, one arm resting over the back while his cigarette spins slowly between his fingers, though his eyes never fully leave the boys sitting across from him.
Part of him genuinely considers leaving.
It would honestly be easier.
He knows exactly who the Eunjang guys are, and they know exactly who he is too. A few months ago, half of them would have tried throwing punches if they saw him standing this close.
But then his gaze shifts toward you.
You are sitting beside Seo Juntae now, enthusiastically arguing with him over which drink tastes better while Hyuntak keeps trying to steal fries from your tray only for you to smack his hand away dramatically.
And for the first time in a while, you look genuinely relaxed around other people.
That alone makes him stay.
Because before him, you used to have more friends.
After dating him?
Some people avoided you completely the moment they found out you were Geum Seongje’s girlfriend, acting like you personally committed crimes with Union, while others simply drifted away because they were too scared to be associated with him.
Yet through all of it, you never once blamed him for the loneliness that occasionally followed.
You stayed.
You stayed through the late nights, through the bloodied knuckles, through the disappearances and the ugly rumors and the fact that sometimes loving him meant standing beside a monster everyone else feared.
So the least he can do is let you keep the few people who make you smile like this.
Even if those people happen to be Eunjang.
Eventually, Seongje exhales slowly before looking directly at Humin.
“You bastards better not tell her anything about Union,” he says flatly, though the threat underneath his tone is impossible to miss.
For a moment, Humin actually looks surprised.
Not because of the warning.
But because Geum Seongje is willingly letting his girlfriend stay around them at all.
Humin studies him for another second before replying more seriously than usual.
“You better not break our best friend’s heart either.”
The words hang in the air for a moment.
Hyuntak immediately nods beside him like he has already decided he would throw hands if necessary.
Meanwhile, Si-eun quietly sips his drink while looking vaguely exhausted, probably wondering how his life somehow led to sitting at the same table as Union members.
Seongje lets out a dry scoff.
“What? You gonna kill me?”
“Try it,” Humin shoots back instantly.
And honestly?
You would probably be impressed by how dramatic they are if you were actually listening.
Instead, you return to the table balancing drinks and snacks in your arms while the boys suddenly go suspiciously quiet.
Your eyes narrow immediately.
“Why do you all look so tense?” you ask while placing the trays down carefully.
“You guys look like sworn enemies or something.”
“No, princess,” Seongje replies smoothly before anyone else can speak, the corner of his lips lifting into a lazy smirk.
“Baku’s just upset because he can’t pull someone as attractive as me.”
Humin nearly chokes.
“The hell are you talking abou—”
“Oh my god not this again,” you interrupt quickly before another fight starts, immediately sitting between them like a tired kindergarten teacher separating violent children.
Hyuntak bursts out laughing.
Even Juntae looks like he is trying not to smile.
And surprisingly, Seongje actually looks calmer once your attention shifts back onto him.
So you start rambling instead.
About the dance machine earlier.
About Humin almost falling during basketball.
About how Si-eun somehow destroyed everybody in racing games while looking emotionally disconnected from reality.
Most of the conversation comes from you, Humin, Hyuntak, and Juntae.
Si-eun barely speaks.
Seongje speaks even less.
But both of them listen.
And slowly, the tension eases enough that everyone almost forgets they technically used to beat each other up.
Almost.
By the time the café starts emptying out, the sky outside has already darkened into deep shades of blue and orange.
Eventually, you all say goodbye outside the cafe.
Humin reminds you three separate times not to disappear forever just because you have a scary boyfriend.
Hyuntak tells you to message them once you get home safely.
Juntae hands you another yogurt drink “for the road.”
And Si-eun simply gives you a small nod before walking away with the others, hands shoved inside his pockets.
You wave until they disappear around the corner.
Then finally, you turn back toward Seongje.
The walk home is quieter.
Not uncomfortable.
Just peaceful.
Streetlights cast soft reflections across the pavement while Seongje walks beside you with one hand inside his pocket, cigarette resting between his lips as smoke curls into the cold night air.
For a while, neither of you says anything.
Then you glance up at him.
“You know…” you begin softly, fingers brushing against his sleeve,
“Thank you for today.”
He looks down at you then, finally snapping out of whatever thoughts were circling inside his head.
For the first time the entire evening, his expression softens properly.
hi! lop yo fics ive been reading all of them all dayy, can i request a oneshot where baekjin gets close w reader who are close friends with the eunjang guys to get info for the union, but ends up falling for her and getting jealouss tysmm
JELOUSY;nbj
Na Baekjin x Reader
Warnings: Some stalking?, Jealous baekjin.
You first noticed Baekjin hanging around the usual spots near Eunjang a couple weeks ago. He wasn’t loud like Baku or the others, no yelling, no jumping into random fights.
He just showed up, cool and put-together in his Yeoil uniform, talking to people like he belonged there. At first you figured he was scouting or something. Everyone knew the Union and Eunjang weren’t exactly best friends.
But then he started talking to you.
It happened after school one day. You were waiting outside the gate for Si-eun and the guys, Baku had promised to walk you home because some idiot from another school kept bothering you.
Baekjin leaned against the wall a few meters away, scrolling on his phone. When your group showed up, he looked over, eyes landing on you longer than the rest.
“You’re friends with them, right?” he asked when the others were distracted arguing about food. His voice was smooth, not pushy. “Heard you’re the one who actually keeps them from die in an accident or something”
You laughed a little. “Not really. I just tag along and make sure they eat something besides convenience store ramen.”
He smiled, small, but it reached his eyes. “Smart. They need that.”
That was it at first. Just a quick chat. But he kept showing up. At the arcade where Gotak dragged everyone, at the park where Sieun sometimes studied outside. Always casual. Always finding a way to pull you into conversation while the Eunjang guys were busy.
At first you were wary. “Why are you talking to me so much?” you asked one afternoon when he walked beside you on the way to the bus stop. The others had already split off.
Baekjin shrugged, hands in his pockets. “You’re easy to talk to. And you know a lot about what’s going on with Eunjang without running your mouth. Refreshing.”
You rolled your eyes. “If you’re trying to get dirt for the Union, it’s not gonna work. I’m not stupid.”
He didn’t deny it right away. Just looked at you sideways, that calculating glint in his eyes. “Maybe at first. But you’re more interesting than the info.”
You should’ve walked away. But something about how calm he was, how he listened when you complained about school or laughed at your dumb jokes about Baku’s terrible taste in snacks, it stuck. Plus, he never pushed too hard. Never tried to pump you for secrets about Si-eun’s fights or Baku’s plans.
He just… talked.
Weeks passed. You started meeting him alone sometimes. Coffee after school, a quick walk through the neighborhood, even once at a quiet PC bang when you needed to finish an assignment and the library was packed. He’d sit across from you, helping with math problems without making you feel dumb, then switching to lighter stuff; music, movies, how annoying the Union underclassmen could be.
“You don’t seem like the type to follow orders,” you said one evening, sharing a bag of chips on a bench near the river. The sun was going down, turning everything orange.
Baekjin leaned back, staring at the water. “I don’t follow. I lead. But sometimes leading means playing the long game.”
“Like getting close to the enemy’s friend?”
He turned his head, eyes meeting yours. “You’re not the enemy.”
The way he said it felt too real. You looked away first.
The Eunjang guys noticed eventually. Baku pulled you aside after practice one day, towel around his neck, sweat still dripping. “That Yeoil pretty boy keeps sniffing around you. He bothering you?”
“Nah,” you said, punching his arm lightly. “He’s actually decent company. Doesn’t yell every two seconds like you.”
Baku grinned but his eyes stayed sharp. “Just watch it. Guy’s smart. Too smart. If he’s using you to get to us—”
“I know. I’m careful.”
Si-eun didn’t say much, but you caught him watching when Baekjin texted you during group hangouts. He just shrugged and said, “As long as he doesn’t start anything.”
Gotak joked about it, calling Baekjin your “secret admirer from the dark side.”
You laughed it off, but inside it was getting complicated. Baekjin wasn’t just gathering info anymore, at least it didn’t feel like it. He remembered little things: your favorite drink, how you hated when it rained because your shoes got ruined, the way you always defended Sieun when people called him a "girl".
One night you were at a small convenience store near your place, grabbing late-night snacks because you couldn’t sleep. Baekjin appeared like he’d timed it, stepping inside with his collar up against the chill.
“Couldn’t stay away?” you teased, bumping his shoulder as you both reached for the same ramyeon.
He paid for both without asking. Outside, under the flickering streetlight, he handed you yours. “Wanted to see you. Been a long week with Union stuff.”
You walked together, no destination really. He told you bits, nothing too revealing, just enough that you knew he was stressed. The pressure from above, keeping everyone in line, the constant calculations.
“You ever get tired of it?” you asked quietly.
“Every day.” He stopped walking, turning to face you. The usual mask slipped a little. “But then I talk to you and it feels… lighter. Like I don’t have to plan every word.”
Your stomach flipped. You’d been telling yourself it was all strategy on his part. But the way he looked at you now, eyes softer, shoulders less tense, made it hard to believe.
That was the night he kissed you. Quick at first, testing, like he expected you to push him away. When you didn’t, he did it again, slower, one hand cupping the side of your face. His lips were warm, and he tasted faintly like the mint gum he always chewed.
When he pulled back he didn’t say anything dramatic. Just rested his forehead against yours. “This wasn’t part of the plan.”
You laughed breathlessly. “No shit.”
After that, things shifted. He still asked casual questions about Eunjang, how Baku was doing, if Sieun mentioned any upcoming stuff, but it felt secondary. Most of the time he just wanted to be around you. Texting late at night when Union meetings ran long, showing up at your favorite spots, even sneaking you into Yeoil’s quieter areas sometimes.
But the jealousy started creeping in slow.
It began with small things. One afternoon you were at the park with the Eunjang crew. Baku had his arm slung around your shoulders, joking loud as usual, ruffling your hair because he knew it annoyed you. You shoved him off laughing, calling him an idiot. Baekjin was watching from across the way, he’d “coincidentally” been passing by.
Later, when you met him alone, his mood was off. Quieter than normal, jaw tighter.
“What’s with you?” you asked, poking his side as you sat on the swings at an empty playground.
“Nothing.” He pushed his swing gently. “Just saw you with Park Humin earlier. He’s always all over you.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Baku? That’s just how he is. Like a big loud dog. We’ve been friends forever.”
“Doesn’t mean I like it.” Baekjin’s voice stayed even, but his grip on the swing chain tightened. “He touches you like it’s nothing. Laughs with you like you’re his.”
You stopped swinging and turned to face him. “Jealous?”
He didn’t deny it. Just looked at you, eyes dark. “I’m supposed to be getting info. Not… this.” He gestured between you. “But every time I see you with them, especially him, it pisses me off. You’re not theirs.”
“I’m not anyone’s,” you said, but your tone was soft. You reached over and took his hand. “But I like hanging with you more lately. Even if you started as a spy.”
He huffed a small laugh, but the tension didn’t fully leave his shoulders. “Good. Keep it that way.”
The jealousy flared bigger a week later.
There was a group thing, nothing official, just some of the Eunjang guys plus a couple others at an old basketball court after dark. You were there because Gotak begged you to keep score or whatever. Baekjin texted asking where you were, and you told him without thinking.
He showed up halfway through, leaning against the fence like he owned the place. The mood shifted immediately. Baku spotted him first and tensed, but you waved Baekjin over before anyone could start something.
He came, but his eyes kept flicking to how close you were sitting to Sieun on the bench, how Baku kept tossing the ball to you and cheering when you made a lazy shot.
When you two slipped away later for a walk, Baekjin’s hand found yours tighter than usual.
“You were laughing a lot with them,” he said after a while.
“Yeah, because it was fun. Not everything’s a plot, Baekjin.”
He stopped under a streetlamp, pulling you to face him. “I know that. But I hate it. I hate that they get the easy version of you, the one who doesn’t have to watch her words. With me it’s always… careful. Because of what I am.”
You searched his face. The usual confident leader looked almost vulnerable for a second. “It’s not easy with you either. I know you’re still reporting back sometimes. But I also know you’re not faking everything.”
“I’m not.” He stepped closer, voice dropping. “At first, yeah. Get close to the girl who’s always with Eunjang. Learn their moves, their weaknesses. Simple. But then you started talking about your day, complaining about homework, stealing my fries when we eat together. And I… stopped caring about the info as much.”
You smiled a little. “So the big bad Union leader caught feelings?”
“Don’t joke.” But his mouth twitched. He leaned in and kissed you, harder than usual, like he was trying to erase the afternoon from his mind. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. When he pulled back, breathing a bit faster, he muttered, “I don’t share. Not you.”
“You’re not sharing me,” you said, fixing his collar. “But I’m not dropping my friends either. They’re good people. Even if you’re on the other side.”
He didn’t like that answer. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed. Over the next few days the jealousy showed up more. He’d text more often when he knew you were with them. Show up “casually” more times. Once, when Baku posted a group photo with his arm around you again, Baekjin called you right after.
“You let him do that a lot,” he said, no hello.
“It’s a photo, Baekjin. Chill.”
“I am chill.” He wasn’t. You could hear the edge. “Just… tell him to keep his hands to himself next time.”
You sighed but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re cute when you’re possessive.”
“I’m not cute.” But his voice softened a fraction. “Come meet me after your thing tomorrow. Just us.”
You did. He took you to a quiet rooftop spot he knew, probably Union-related, but he didn’t say. You sat on the edge, legs dangling, city lights spread out. He was quieter, but his arm stayed around you the whole time, thumb rubbing your shoulder like he needed the contact.
“I keep thinking about quitting the whole thing,” he admitted suddenly. “Not really. Can’t. But… if it was just you and me, no sides, no info games.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder. “That sounds nice. But you’re you. Leader of everything. And I’m stuck with the loud idiots who punch first and think later.”
He chuckled low. “Yeah. And one of them really likes touching what’s mine.”
You poked his ribs. “Jealous again?”
“Every time.” He turned and caught your chin, making you look at him. “I fell for you. Hard. Didn’t plan it. Now every laugh you give them feels like it should be for me. Every story you tell them, I want to be the one hearing it first.”
Your chest felt tight. You kissed him softly, then deeper, hands in his hair. He responded like he was starving for it, pulling you closer until you were almost in his lap on the concrete.
When you broke apart he rested his forehead on yours. “Stay longer tonight. Don’t go back to them right away.”
“Okay,” you whispered.
The jealousy didn’t vanish, but it changed. He started showing up more openly, even when the Eunjang guys were around. Not starting fights, just there, watching, claiming his space next to you. Baku noticed and gave him shit once, loud and grinning.
“Oi, pretty boy! You here to steal our girl or what?”
Baekjin just smirked, arm sliding around your waist. “She’s not yours to steal.”
You rolled your eyes but leaned into him. The tension was there, always would be with the Union and Eunjang, but something real had grown underneath the original plan.
One evening after a longer day, you were at his usual meeting spot behind an old building. He looked tired, hair slightly messed from whatever Union business he’d handled. You climbed onto his lap on the bench without asking, like you sometimes did when he needed unwinding.
“Bad day?” you asked, fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.
“Same shit.” He wrapped his arms around you immediately, holding tight. His face pressed into your neck. “But you’re here. Makes it better.”
You hummed, messing with his hair now, pushing it back from his forehead. He let you, eyes half-closed, just soaking it in. No rush to talk strategy or ask about Eunjang. Just holding.
“You know I like you more than the spying, right?” you said quietly.
He nodded against your skin. “Yeah. Still hate when Humin hugs you like a teddy bear.”
You laughed. “Get over it. Or fight him for real and see who wins.”
“Don’t tempt me.” But he was smiling now, the jealousy easing into something warmer. His hands rubbed your back slowly. “Stay with me tonight. Skip the group thing.”
“Can’t always skip. But… yeah, for a while.”
He kissed your jaw, then your lips, slow and sure. The original reason he got close didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was this, his arms around you, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing not calculated, the quiet admission that he’d fallen way past the plan.
Baekjin wasn’t the type to go soft overnight. He’d still lead the Union, still calculate moves. But with you, the mask dropped more. The jealousy was proof he cared enough to hate sharing even a second of your attention.
And you? You kept seeing both sides. The smart, controlled leader who started with an agenda, and the guy who now got pouty, in his own cool way, when your loud Eunjang friends stole your laughs.
It wasn’t simple. Sides were still sides. But in the moments like this, when he held you tighter and muttered “mine” against your mouth, it felt worth the mess.
⌞synopsis⌝ it’s nerdjo’s birthday and all he wants is… a calculator?
⌞warnings + pairings⌝ nerdjo x reader, pure fluff, none tbh, there's like ONE suggestive sentence.
⌞word count⌝ 1.8k
you’d been waiting for the day to roll around. december 7th. your lovely boyfriend’s birthday.
satoru was by no means normal. cocky and arrogant, walking around campus like he was better than everyone with his straight posture and freshly ironed polo shirts, all while maintaining the title of your university’s valedictorian.
however, when it came to you, he was as sweet as sugar.
correcting your homework in a polite manner, tutoring you in subjects you were struggling in, and even writing the occasional essay for you while you were passed out naked beside him from riding him a bit too hard.
he was your dream guy– well with one tiny issue.
“i’m serious, satoru!” you exclaimed, your impatience growing by the second. “what do you want for your birthday?”
satoru chuckled from where he sat at his desk, putting his pencil down and reaching up to grab your hands as you stood next to him.
“i’m serious, too. i just want a new calculator.”
you frowned, your body slumping as you stared at him disappointedly. “y’know, this is worse than when people say they don’t want anything.”
he kissed your hands as he laughed, standing up and guiding you to lay on his bed. he got comfy beside you, letting you rest your head on his toned chest that he hid under stupid graphic t-shirts and hoodies.
you both lied there as you listened to his heartbeat, calm and steady. satoru let out a heavy breath as his thumb slid back and forth on the skin of your thigh.
“mine's just really busted and some of the buttons are coming loose.” he admitted quietly after a second. “but if you think it’s stupid, you can get me something else.”
you tilted your head up, meeting his crystal blue eyes.
“do you seriously just want a calculator?” you mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling guilty for berating him for his request.
“yeah,” satoru smiled softly, nodding as his cheeks flushed slightly. “but any gift from you is already perfect.”
you pouted, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly, further deepening that faint pink shade on his pale skin.
---
you’d woken up early to decorate his dorm– thankful yet again that he didn’t have a roommate. he was currently finishing up his presentation in his advanced calculus class, and knowing him, he’d be heading straight back to his room after it was over.
therefore, you had approximately forty-five minutes to finish.
you started with the obnoxiously large ‘happy birthday, toru!” banner above his window curtain, trusting his spinny chair not to fail you as you stuck it up with tape.
next, you lined up the bags of gifts suguru and kento had dropped off before they left to the store to pick up the custom cake you had ordered a month in advance.
you frowned at the thought of shoko missing out, something about having a chemistry lab that was worth half her grade, but you knew she’d just cheat her way through it and still find a way to make it for at least the end of the little celebration you’d planned.
satoru wasn’t a big party person– you knew that– but still, you knew there was nothing he loved more than the company of his friends.
after the bags were arranged to your liking, you set your small wrapped box down along with an enveloped letter you’d ask him not to read until everyone was gone.
by the time you had the streamers hanging and balloons inflated and scattered all over, suguru and kento entered the room.
“five minutes to spare! i told you we’d make it in time.” suguru chuckled, setting down the cake on satoru’s desk next to the neatly arranged gifts.
kento shut the door, immediately draping himself on the small couch as he shut his eyes that were undoubtedly sore from rolling them at suguru’s annoyance.
“you were starting to worry me.” you smiled, pulling out your phone to check satoru’s location, his little blue dot showing he wasn’t too far from his building.
suguru’s pat your shoulder, his eyes doing a double take at the gifts.
“did you not get him anything?” he asked, genuine. “i guess you have been with him since freshman year…”
“what?” your eyes widened in confusion as you pointed to the neatly wrapped box and envelope. “his gift is right there!”
suguru’s eyebrows knit, darting back and forth to see if you were joking. “oh.”
before you could question him further, a ping from your phone made your attention go elsewhere.
toru <3: Heading up to my room now. I’ll get ready and we can go out?
toru <3: It’s my birthday so you can’t really say no. :)
“he’s here!” you exclaimed quietly, already hearing his approaching footsteps.
the boys shot up, smiling widely as you handed them tiny confetti poppers and waited for the door to open. shortly enough, you all watched as the key unlocked the door, slowly opening to reveal the birthday boy.
“surprise!” you all exclaimed excitedly, simultaneously pulling the thin string and sending confetti towards satoru who stood at the door with the second biggest smile you’ve ever seen from him.
he laughed as suguru hugged him, chuckling out thank you’s while kento pat his shoulder. his eyes looked straight at you when the boys pulled away, your arms extending as you smiled at him.
satoru lifted you up as his arms wrapped around your waist, pressing his face into your neck and pressing soft, hidden kisses to the delicate skin.
“happy birthday, toru!” you smiled, holding him close.
you could feel his lips curl on your neck before he pulled back to peck your lips. “thank you, sweetheart.”
“okay, wrap it up lovebirds, i’ve been eyeing that cake since we picked it up.” suguru complained, handing satoru the plastic knife and pushing him towards the container.
though it wasn’t a big celebration like most people have on their birthday’s, this was exactly satoru’s scene. a small thing with the most important people in his life.
the boys sat on the couch while you made yourself comfortable on satoru’s bed, eating your slice of cake quietly while listening to their strange conversations.
your phone pinged, a message from shoko.
“oh! shoko’s on her way!” you exclaimed, swinging your feet off the ledge of the bedframe.
“sweet!” satoru smiled, standing and walking over to his gift table. “think she’d mind if i opened these before she got here?”
you shook your head with a smile, kento filling the gap for you.
“she’d prefer if you did that without her here.”
the three of you gathered around him as he opened the first bag, a smile instantly appearing on his face as he pulled out the first gift, a Digimon game for his computer and a stupid t-shirt that read, “I paused my game to be here”.
suguru cackled as satoru thanked him, the two guys dapping each other up before moving on to the next bag.
kento had gifted him a new watch, something he noticed satoru needed an upgrade on seeing as he’d been wearing the same one since middle school– the leather threading and the time being slightly off.
“aw, thanks dude! now i won’t have to check my phone every time to make sure it’s right!” satoru exclaimed, hugging kento obnoxiously.
“you’re welcome.” kento answered, a rare smile on his face as he pulled away.
lastly, your small box.
even though he’d asked for it, you couldn’t help the anxious feeling that brewed in your stomach. your palms had grown slightly sweaty at the thought of him hating it. he’d never been good at hiding his reactions.
you watched nervously as he slid the card to the side, neatly unwrapping the gift. the room fell quiet as the boys stared at the box in his hand, their faces falling in confusion.
you swallowed worriedly, chewing at the tip of your nail as satoru said nothing, lips slightly parted as he blinked, processing what he was holding in his hand.
“is it the wrong one?” you asked quietly, feeling the embarrassment creep through every fibre of your body. “i did some research and–”
your worries were cut off as satoru turned to you and lifted you up, swinging you side-to-side in excitement.
“oh my god!” he shouted repeatedly before setting you down, running a hand through his snowy hair while staring at the calculator with wide eyes.
“a calculator?” they both mumbled, looking towards you then back at satoru who seemed like he was about to explode.
he turned to his friends, “it’s not just any calculator! it's the TI-Nspire CX II CAS!”
it sounded like gibberish to everyone else but satoru, but the guys just went along, joining him in his excitement despite their confusion.
satoru littered your face with kisses as he thanked you repeatedly, your giggles uncontrollable as you tried to push him away.
“yikes, glad i missed out on whatever this is.” shoko mumbled as she entered the room to chaos.
---
later that night, after everyone had gone home and satoru had ordered a real meal for the two of you that wasn’t straight sugar, you found yourself cuddled up with him on his bed yet again, the weight of you above him grounding him like nothing else in the world.
“did you have a good birthday?” you asked quietly, littering innocent little kisses across his neck and bare chest.
his face was flushed pink as he relaxed under you, a smile creeping back onto his face. “yeah. probably my favorite one yet.”
your lips curled, kissing his cheek before pulling back just enough to see his face. his eyes were downturned and semi-open as he leaned forward to kiss you before settling back onto his pillow.
“thank you,” he sighed. “for listening to me. i know it seems like a bit of a ridiculous thing to ask for.”
“i’m just happy to see you happy.” you shook your head, trying your best not to squeal at how adorable he looked like this. “i love you.”
the words were soft as they left your lips, your fingers pushing stray hairs off his forehead.
“i love you too.” he admitted, tightening his hold on your waist.
his room was quiet yet again as you rested your head on his shoulder, biting back the uncontrollable happiness you felt.
you could feel your body relax, eyes fluttering shut before you heard him reach over beside him, holding up the calculator like it was his most prized possession.
“hey,” he whispered as if not to startle you. “do you wanna hear all the different functions?”
you snorted, smiling widely as you nuzzled your face further into him, opening your eyes to watch his fingers glide across all the different buttons.
in which frat!gojo comforts his art major!s/o after a bad critique session.
tw - none. vent fic. live dove: tender and sweet.
At 2:00 PM, you got out of class.
At 2:05, Satoru checked his phone. It was only a seven minute walk from your lecture hall to his frat house, but even that was normally too long for you to wait before starting your post-workshop breakdown. You hadn’t called yet, though. He shrugged it off, going back to the video game he was playing on the living rooms’s flatscreen.
At 2:12, he checked his phone again. No call, no text. Weird. You’d been looking forward to that workshop for weeks. You’d even ditched him mid-makeout the night before to add exactly one (1) more detail to your already amazing, already crowded sculpture. Whatever. You were probably talking to your friends about how well it went, which was fine. He could live with second place if he was doing it for you.
At 2:17, you threw open his front door, stomped over to the well-beaten couch, and collapsed next to him. Satoru grinned, dropping his controller in favor of throwing an arm over your shoulders.
His voice was pure sugar - all saccharine joy and easy confidence. “There’s my favorite genius. How’d it go, baby?”
You opened your mouth, only to close it again. The cycle repeated once, twice, all without you ever managing to spit something out.
Then, you let out a single, miserable whine and began to sob uncontrollably.
Immediately, Satoru went stiff. He tried to remember how he could’ve fucked up. It wasn’t your birthday, or your anniversary, and he’d already replaced the slice of strawberry shortcake he’d stolen from your minifridge that morning. Whatever this was, it wasn’t his fault. Probably. Hopefully.
He pulled you against his side, squeezing your upper arm as gently as he could. “Do you, uh, wanna talk about it?”
Another keening whine. You cried louder.
“If someone said something mean to you, I can kick their—”
“Nobody said anything,” you cut in. Satoru flinched.
“Oh.” He blinked several times. “Which is… bad?”
“Yes, ‘toru. Really bad. No one had anything to say about my piece. It was dead silent the whole time. Dead silent.”
“Did they not like it or…?”
“I don’t know! Even if they hated it, they could’ve told me what was wrong, but they— they didn’t even—”
You broke off into a loud, ear-piercing wail. Okay. He got it. No more questions. Time for comfort.
“They’re all idiots, honey. They probably didn’t even realize it was about… What’d you say it was about, again?”
“The shortfalls of logical positivism,” you whimpered.
“Right. That. They probably don’t even know what logical positivism means.” Satoru wasn’t entirely sure if he knew what it meant, either, but he opted to keep that to himself. “Why don’t we get you off of campus for a while? I can take you to that ice cream place, the one with the—”
“No!” You shoved him away, falling onto the opposite arm of the sofa and burying your head in your arms. “I don’t want ice cream, I want critique.”
His heart soared. “I can look at your piece, if you want.”
You shook your head violently. His heart plummeted, crashed into the ground, and died in a fiery explosion.
“I don’t want you.” And there you were, the person he loved most in the world, dancing on its ashes. “You— You’re uncultured.”
“That’s not true! I’ve got tons of culture.”
“You still draw dicks all over your notes.”
“Just in the margins, and I—”
“Your favorite movie is Twilight!”
“It’s a classic,” he muttered, more than a little hurt.
“It’s derivative,” you sobbed, burying yourself that much deeper into your self-made huddle.
He sighed. “Do you want me to ask Suguru to take a look at it? I’ll snag Nanami after class, too — they’re both into artsy shit, right?”
You sniffled, nodding weakly. “And Sukuna.”
“Sukuna?”
“His minor’s in art-history. I like listening to him talk about surrealism.”
He pursed his lips. He thought about refusing - saving himself months and months of ‘you owe me one’s from the meanest guy on campus - but one more heart-breaking, half-swallowed cry from you was enough for him to cave. He let out a long exhale as he shuffled towards you, draping himself over your back. “Fine. But only because I love you. You know that I love you, right?”
You flipped over, burying your face in his chest. “I do.” And then, under your breath, muffled by his sweatshirt, “Can we still get ice cream?”
It was all he could do to grin as he kissed the top of your head.
honestly, i think it’s rather sad to see that neverdinofan account turn out like this. at first, i was on the same page as them, a bit disappointed that he didn’t debut as dino but as picheolin. either way, i’ll support him no matter what because it grows on me lol (and hey, it’s still dino sooo same person).
i believe that they’ve been suffering from an unhealthy attachment of pushing their ideology onto dino, which could also be called a parasocial relationship, to the point of saying they can say whatever they want because of their entitlement. not only that, they also gathered those so-called “fans” to send those trucks without ever considering how he would feel about it. we all know dino is a very transparent person and cares a lot about how people think of him. despite being the sunshine amongst his members, outside of svt he’s actually an overthinker.
another fact, dino mentioned back on nana bnb that he didn’t want to be the kind of idol who takes things lightly just because he knows he’ll be loved anyway, that fans will support him no matter what. i think this statement was kinda loaded, and from this i could tell he’s very self-aware too. to add on, he did say that rather than his fans acting that way, he wanted to be an artist that a fan could look back on one day and think, "oh, he really was worth loving." you could tell from this perspective that he really gives off the impression that he wants to be the kind of public figure who is responsible for his actions and words.
he wanted to give back the love he received and wanted his fans to think he was worthy of that love. he doesn’t want to be an irresponsible artist who takes things for granted (yk how stan culture works). dino is one of the most passionate idols, alongside the svt members too, and that passion could also be one of his tendencies as a perfectionist. i think he’s rather harsh on himself more than anyone else because he holds himself to a very high standard in that way.
now, when things like this happen, i’m worried because he did say that he’s traumatised by being judged, which led him to fear people because they only see one side of him (in the soop, 2021). even outside of svt, you can tell he’s a very easygoing person, and from his recent appearance on bonjour bakery, he seems like a quiet guy who thinks a lot. not to mention that one mbti gose episode where they invited a specialist to analyse their personalities, and him saying that dino is a generous person and that generosity could also be one of the factors that could lead him to depression, which made all the members worried about him. i think from this, he kind of has the tendency to be a people pleaser (this is just my assumption and observation, pls don’t attack me lol).
that really shows that dino is very sincere in his profession as an artist, alongside seventeen too. that’s the thing about sebongs, even off camera they’re very well-liked by the staff, production crews, and even the whole industry. they take so much pride in their work and always work hard while carrying humility with them, never forgetting where they started until now. seventeen are great entertainers, very hardworking, and give a lot of impact to the community and society, even children know them! and this is just my excuse to say that i really love their work ethic. even off camera, they seem like really, really genuine people irl too.
dino is a great artist. i really do admire him because he’s such an introspective person, and all his talks feel so human and relatable because it just shows how transparent he is with the way he thinks and talks. i believe his upcoming debut will be great because imagine it all started as an inside joke, then turned into a real thing. it was so unexpected but also something really, really intriguing. he’s been in the industry for almost eleven years, so i’m convinced he knows what he’s cooking and preparing more than anyone else. as a fan, i’m just going to wait and support whatever he prepares next. i believe he could make it successfully, just look at bss now.
p.s. okay, i’m done yapping lol. this is like a whole personality analysis, bruh. what can i say? he’s very admirable. the whole seventeen is. just so yk, i’m a full-time student who used to study business before changing to psychology lolol. and i’m part of the youth association, so that kinda summarises me as the person who writes these. gotta thank svt because i’ve been using their song inspo for my youth camp when i was a facilitator for their mentor-mentee programme. booseoksoon, i love you sm. we’re in this diamond shit for life.
dark red sheets swallowed you and your husband’s body as you slept together. his arms gently encircled your waist, his face pressed into the crook of your neck as per usual. zuko loved having you close like this—just beneath his fingertips. you were soft enough to squeeze and hug and kiss, grounding him even as he slept. your presence allowed him a peaceful rest, your warm body against his own a sensation he stated he couldn’t live without.
he was so quiet when he was in bed with you, sleeping through the night like a baby. at least, that’s what you had thought.
the small jerk of his fingers against your stomach was enough to make you shift, the tips of his fingers tickling you through your night clothes. he was probably just shifting around as well, getting comfortable.
but then his lips pressed themselves directly against your shoulder, his grip around you suddenly growing tighter.
“zuko…” you whined, voice laced with sleep and discomfort. zuko wasn’t one to act erratic as he slept, generally silent and still…but now it seemed a flip had switched.
“sorry..’m sorry. stop..” he whispered against your skin, but he…he didn’t seem as if he was talking to you. more like to…himself? someone else? his mumbled apologies woke you up, but before you even had a chance to turn around, to look at him—you heard him choke out a sob. it was so sudden—so unusual you couldn’t force yourself to move. zuko? crying? it wasn’t something you could proudly say you saw often—or ever.
“don’t g-go, i’m sorry.” he cried, slow tears rolling down his cheeks and gradually soaking your top. you stilled in pure shock for a moment, blinking as if time had stopped.
“zuko?”
he buried his face completely into your neck at the sound of your voice, letting his tears fall without resistance. he gripped onto you for dear life, the heat radiating from his palms out of emotion warming your skin.
you let him cry for a while after the realization set, allowing him quiet time without interruptions to just…get it all out. something you knew deep down he needed.
after a few minutes his breathing finally slowed, his tears subsiding as he held you in his arms. “i’m..i’m sorry.” this time he was talking to you, kissing your neck in apology.
he finally let you turn around to look at him, his cheeks all blotchy and pink from his own body heat, eyes red from crying. he looked so…vulnerable. never in your life had you seen him like this. a bit broken but still so desperate for your touch.
you cupped his cheek, wiping away a stray tear just below his eye. “what happened..?”
he let himself melt into your palm before shamefully replying, eyes fluttering shut to avoid the look he’d thought you’d give him.
“..it’s embarrassing.”
“zuko, it’s me…what’s wrong?” you murmured, gently pressing a kiss to his scar. he physically winced as if it hurt, knowing the pain had long faded, but something in the moment made him extra sensitive.
“it was just a nightmare..they happen sometimes, but they aren’t this bad. not like today.”
“oh, my baby..” you sighed, immediately pulling him in towards your chest. you buried your hands into his hair and he breathed a sigh of relief, his own hands pressing into your back to bring you impossibly closer in response.
“i didn’t mean to wake you this time—“
“why? why didn’t you tell me before?” you kissed his head, slowly stroking his scalp with your nails.
“i didn’t want to be a burden.” he confessed, running his fingers up and down your spine to soothe himself—and you. “i know how i am…i ..i couldn’t do that to you.”
your poor baby. your precious husband couldn’t even get himself to open up to you about something that effected him so much. it was heartbreaking.
“you can speak to me about anything. always. i love you.” you started, pulling away slightly to look him in the eye. “i didn’t write my own vows for you to take them as a joke y’know?”
he finally smiled—even if it was just a tiny quirk of his lips—you made it happen. “no..you didn’t.”
“mhm..” you hummed, leaning in ever so slowly before pressing your lips against his own. he moved his mouth back almost instantly, letting out a small noise of defeat when you pulled away.
“we have to get back to bed, zuko. you won’t get up on time tomorrow..” you chuckled, tucking a sliver of hair behind his ear. he looked so beautiful, so peaceful now.
“you’re right, i won’t…but that’s what my dear wife is for.”
illi’s notez; first time writing for atla don’t bully me ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ i haven’t seen the new movie yet either but these leaks made me sooo excited eheheh :333 zuko is literally younger me’s bf and with this fandom revive i had to get tonwritin ;(( im so hypednfornall the new fics other writes r making too omgogmgogm ok let me stop
"stubborn as a mule" is what they described you growing up. how could he forget that the day he made you his, this stubborn wife of his will never let down his one silly mistake in life!
NOTES: SECOND PART he highkey looks like jinshi so guess where some inspo came from.. enemies to lovers, misunderstanding, funny (kinda LMAO), you both have a kid, it's quite sweet i think probably. hes cutiepie!, i cant remember which comic it was that showed what happened after the war ended but theres mentions of events from there!
PAIRING: FIRELORD!ZUKO X EARTH BENDER!READER
WORD COUNT: 4K
Your early days with your gang were rocky to say the least. Not just because of your bending, but your personality as well. To be clear, you had the best relationship with everyone! They adapted to your stubbornness, but that wasn't just what you had going for you; you were confident and always stood your ground. The only time you "crumbled" was when Zuko finally joined. At first, you didn't like him, no one really did honestly.
But when he finally proved his worth and showed kindness in his own ways, that's when it started. That's when your eyes always lingered towards him, even when you didn't want them to. Why? because you never ever wanted him to notice whatever feelings you had for him. For some reason, within the group, he was the one person who hung out with you the least.
You were closer in age to Katara, so being the only other female in the group with similarities is what made your bond so strong. Being the same bender as Toph, not to mention a slight similarity in personality, you both stood strong together. Sokka, well its Sokka.. But with his very charming personality, in his own way, he always placed a smile on your face. Aang, is Aang! Everyone always got along with him because of his carefree personality.
And Zuko? Well, he, for some reason, always avoided you. It wasn't like you did anything to him. You thought maybe because he noticed how different you acted with him, maybe your soft side took a toll on him, even though you barely showed it to him. You just wanted reasons to use to explain why he never looked in your direction.
You were never a jealous person, either. As time passed, he grew closer to the others, and you stood in the awkward light. The one time he went out with Katara, you knew it was important for both of them, not only to build their relationship but to learn about each other's pasts, but for the first time, you felt a weird feeling in your chest. You didn't hold any negative feelings for either of them, and to be honest, when they came back, you ran straight to Katara, a smile on your face as she mirrored it.
And as you turned to Zuko, he briefly looked at you before turning to Katara, then the others as they came up. Your smile then dropped. You watched as he interacted with the others, but not with you. Later that night, you decided to confront him. You made it into his tent, obviously scaring him.
You didn't "crumble" in front of him; in fact, you stood as the big boulder blocking him from leaving his tent, all with this stern expression on your face. Your eyes pierced through his slightly troubled own, as if he was finally caught in the lights.
"Is there anything you need?" He slightly muttered, looking up at you.
You, on the other hand, didn't waste any time; in fact, you headed straight to the point.
"Do you hate me?"
"What?" He blurted out.
Your arms folded, your eyebrows creased as you didn't accept his answer.
"Answer me."
.
.
He looked around for a bit, shutting his eyes and inhaling deep before exhaling. He opened his eyes and looked at you, dead in your eyes, and finally answered.
"Yes, I do."
Your expression didn't change, you didn't "crumble," but everything inside you did. Maybe that's why you didn't catch on that he didn't look at you with anger or disgust. But what your ears heard, it heard that instead.
When Zuko stared back at you, he didn't see anything change, which he wasn't hoping for. He has his own hidden feelings he wished to not shine light on, but he felt that after this night, there will be no light or feelings anymore.
After that night, you decided to never ever speak to him, look in his direction, or do anything with him. But what if the other asked as to why?
"Because he said he didn't like me."
As the years passed by, obviously, you all grew and finally ended the war. As celebrations began, you were called into an empty room. Your eyes lingered on this person with the audacity and saw none other than Zuko himself. Your relationship with him was already beyond repair, because you'll never let him get past you. Not after blatantly telling you off without a reason. So why now? You wanted him to start it, explain what he wanted to say so that you can go back with everyone, and forget this ever happened.
But his reasoning reminded you of why you even had this crush on him. He sat you down, yet avoided eye contact. He felt soft, in a way, compared to your demeanor. A sigh left his lips as he finally let his feelings out.
He explained that he didn't hate you; he never did. In fact, it was very much the opposite. He developed small feelings for you, but your strong-headed personality scared him a bit. It didn't fear him to the point of always avoiding you; it was one of the reasons why you pulled him in. It was the fact that he knew he had something going on with another back at home. He was scared that if you found out, your anger might grow, and not only would you hate him, but something more.
The night you cornered him, he didn't know what to say, how to explain anything, and the stern look you gave him caused him to blurt out the only thought in his head.
As you listened to his story, you understood everything he said, maybe felt the need to falter a bit, because you numbed the feeling you had towards him, but didn't get rid of it. You still liked him. But he has to work for it. Like he did with everyone else.
Fortunately, as he had to repair the fire nation, he wanted your help as there were colonies from the Earth Kingdom. So you decided to help, decided to stay with him for a bit, and that was his moment to finally build what he wanted with you. When everyone left, to help everyone from the aftermath of the war, no one knew you decided to join Zuko. No one knew that you both even had that chat to begin with.
You both came to an agreement that you will stay with him for a while, helping him rebuild his nation. You both had very different views: you wanted to help him genuinely, then go back to your kingdom, and Zuko wanted to fix your relationship. But he didn't know how much workload he would receive from fixing a kingdom.
Days passed by, and the morning sun rested on your bed as you stood by the window. You were getting ready for the day until some guards knocked on the door. Your neck turned in the direction, softly allowing them to enter.
"Good morning, ma'am, the Lord is calling you for a matter he needs assistance with." They stated.
A sigh left your lips as you nodded, walking out of the room with the guards guiding you. With Zuko in charge now, the people were left with mixed reactions; some were happy, some were not, which was understandable. But you've noticed that those who mostly favor Ozai the most as their Lord were slowly crossing that barrier of respect towards Zuko.
Your heels echoed through the halls, but halted when the giant doors of his office came into view.
"You can leave now, thank you." You ordered as you pushed open the door, leaving the guards behind.
Your eyes landed on the man seated behind the table, head in hand, but perked up at the sound of the door opening. His eyes softened a bit when it landed on you, but he quickly looked away as your strong gaze held long, going through him.
"You summoned me." You stated, walking up towards the table.
"I did, here, the plan I had before, I don't know what to do. Aang and I almost fought over it." He muttered, handing over some papers.
"Is it about the colonies?" You asked, as your eyes scanned the paper in your hand.
Your ears caught the squeak of his chair as he rose to take a short walk around.
"It is, they have been here for over a hundred years, some even have families here, but there are some that are mixed with the people here. It doesn't feel right to just remove them and separate their families." He explained, his voice sounding upset and lost.
You looked up, eyes following his every movement.
"You visited one of the colonies, yes?"
"I did."
"And what did you think of it?"
He stopped walking, turning to face you.
"At first, I was surprised. But as I saw more, I thought that if I tried to rip them apart, it would create more chaos than calm."
As the words left his lips, for this one time, your eyes soften.
"And I think that's right. You should tell Aang that, and come up with a new plan." You told him, placing the papers back onto his table.
"If that's all, I shall see myself out." And with that, your heel turned to leave, but his voice stopped you.
"I can see you out, actually, do you want to go.." Slowly, his words got softer, and you didn't hear the last part.
"Go where." It was meant to be a question, but your voice sounded too demanding, catching you off guard a bit.
The tone of voice caused a troubled "um" to leave his lips, but he still stood his ground.
"For a walk, we can go for a walk."
He changed his question to a statement. You would've called it a bold move if he didn't look like he was going to crumble under your presence.
You took a while to answer him, on purpose, of course, staring at him straight into his eyes, watching as he failed to maintain eye contact, but in the end, you agreed, waiting at the door for him to take the lead.
The walk was quiet; you both made it out of the palace, eyes now following your every move. You paid him a favor of starting a conversation; he's already going through so much.
"Have any plans for the colonies as yet?" You started, facing him as you both walked side by side.
"Huh? Oh. I think those who have been here for a while and have families shouldn't have to go."
"I agree."
"What about you?"
"Me what?" You asked.
"Are you going back as well?"
"Probably."
"..."
When you noticed you didn't get back a response, your eyes lingered on him for a bit before facing forward.
"I said probably, that isn't a yes or a no."
"You're right." He muttered.
His down demeanor made a small smile grow on your face. Teasing him became your new. The tension was broken by a random civilian who began to shout, pointing fingers at Zuko.
Another follower of Ozai, upset with the change Zuko's making. The nearby guards got into action, ready to take care of the man, but this was your first time witnessing it in person. You felt the need to put your word into this.
"Is there a reason why you were so moved by the previous Lord Ozai's ways? Please tell. Because from what I could tell, your little whining here clearly shows that you had little to no understanding of what would've happened if Ozai got his way. For once, people like you wouldn't have such a carefree life right now; rather, you would've been working until you dropped from exhaustion or be banished from doing something as little as watching him the wrong way. So I suggest you enjoy the sun that's beating on your back, or do you want to join him down in the dark cells?"
You knew your words had an effect on everyone around; they all looked around, mainly staring at you. But the civilian was lost for words. He wanted to bite back, but couldn't. In the end, you bid Zuko goodbye, told him to finish up the problem, and you went back.
What you didn't notice was his eyes lingering longer as you disappeared into the distance.
After that incident, you haven't really seen Zuko that much, but one thing that has changed is the looks you get either from the guards or random civilians passing by. It didn't bother you that much. What bothered you is that after Zuko cleared the colonies problems, you have yet to see or hear of him.
As of right now, you were seated by your vanity, brushing your hair for the night. It was late, and you had guards outside of your room, but they didn't bother you when you decided to go on with your plan. The thought of leaving your chambers in your nightwear didn't cross your mind; the guards had no say either when their eyes followed your every move.
You could only go so long without seeing him. As stern as you may be, you were confident in your feelings. You will stand tall and confidently express your feelings if you must. But here you are, inside his office, finding him fast asleep, head resting on the papers. Seeing him in this state, you finally noticed all the aspects you hadn't before. Of course, you both grew, but it was the first time you noticed how much longer his hair got. He seemed a lot bigger than before. Your hands hovered over his face, fingers gently moving his hair out of his eyes.
As much as you felt confident in your feelings, the soft side in you doesn't really want to show the affection you wanted to. So under the moonlight, as his eyes rested, you left the room to get your spare blanket, made it back into the office, and draped it over his back. You moved his hair out of his face, finger lingering a bit more on his cheek. A sigh left your lips as your eyes traveled to the stacks of papers he still had to get through. You confirmed the thought in your head to return in the morning to offer some help, but right now, you softly placed a kiss on his forehead, caressing it one last time before making your way out.
You heard a slight shuffle, turning in his direction. A small smirk formed.
"Sleep well, Firelord."
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You made it back into your chambers, ready for bed, when the sounds of knocking stopped your tracks. Your eyes darted to the door, allowing entry. It caught you off guard when you saw none other than the man you left to rest.
"Did you come to tell me to sleep well?" You joked a bit, sitting on your bed.
Zuko stared back at you, pulling the blanket off his back, and walked up towards you. You didn't break eye contact, not once, but he didn't as well. This was a first. He came to a stop, looking down at you as you looked up. For a bit, it was like that, that is, until he stooped to your level, knees on the floor as he placed the blanket across your back instead. He rested on his knee, getting lower, and held your hand in his. He looked up at you, sweetness lingering in his eyes.
This, for once, was new to you. He wasn't this bold before. His stare held; he didn't break it, not once. So yours soften, intertwining your fingers with his.
"Do you have something to say?" You muttered softly.
"Did I earn you?"
"Hm?" Your eyebrows rose.
"I had to work for us, prove that I really want us. Did I do it?"
Your lips were slightly opened. It closed as you slightly nodded.
"You did, for a long while."
"Hm." He softly smiled. His eyes made it down to your lips, head tilted a bit as he leaned in, his eyes locked back with yours. Soon, your lips touched, and his hands roamed your frame, resting on your waist. Yours found his cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin. You won't say it, you never will. But it was indeed your stubbornness that held all this back, keeping all the pent-up affection. He broke for air, yet still close enough that you felt his breath brushing against your face.
You tilted his face up, finger pushing his chin. It traced along his face, playing in his hair. His face rested in your palm, looking up at you in adoration and love. Slowly, you removed your hand, forcing him to move his head. Instead, your hand found his from around your frame, standing as he followed behind. A small smirk formed on your face as you fell back onto the bed, a surprised sound leaving his lips as he fell on top of you.
His hands came in contact with the bed first, preventing you both from hitting your heads. But as his eyes linger, his head finally caught up with the position you place them in, he rushed to remove himself, but your hands locked him in place first.
"Wait!-"
"Do you want me to let go?"
Your question rang in his ear, repeating over and over in his head, and with a final sigh, he rested his head in your chest.
"No.. Not really.." He muttered before looking up at you, letting his hands roam your frame as you both felt the air shift. It got heavier, warmer, and everything fell into a blur.
In the morning, your cheek rested against his chest. The warmth of his bare chest is enough to keep you asleep, but the knocking on your door broke the trance. You rose from his chest, to find out that Zuko was already up, and his fingers were raking through your hair.
You felt his hand drop as he too rose.
Your eyes studied his frame, shoulder-length hair falling around him, as his muscles moved when he stretched.
"What is it?" He asked out loud to the guards outside.
"Oh, you're in there, my Lord. I'm sorry to bother."
That's when it hit him, mid-stretch, he stopped. His eyes landed on your frame, and then his cheeks got warmer.
"I think that knock was for me." You muttered, pulling the blanket around you.
"Yeah, I think it was.." He muttered, avoiding eye contact.
"I'd never think that they would ever get together.." Sokka muttered as a little girl pulled on his ponytail, small "ow's" leaving his lips as he battled her for his own hair.
Katara smiled at the scene before standing up to get the 2-year-old off her brother. She placed her on top of Appa as giggling escaped the toddler's lips. She found joy in his fur, dragging her hands all over his head.
"I hope she grows up like her momma." Toph joked, hinting at how you were back in the days.
"Zuko would have a rough time if she does," Aang muttered, watching her as she played in Appa's fur.
The sound of the door opening caught their attention as the girl looked up, and her smile grew.
"Papa!" She exclaimed, sliding off Appa, with Aang catching her, then letting her run up to her father. She crashed into his legs, looking up at him with glee.
Before Zuko could respond, the tug of his hair caused a yelp to escape his lips.
"What about mama dear?" You softly asked, stooping to her level.
A giggle escaped her lips as she ran towards you, right into your arms. They all stared at the family, some still baffled at the idea.
"I still couldn't believe it when I saw the letter, "You are invited to our wedding!" I DON'T RECALL ANY MENTIONS OF DATING?!"
"We are right here. I'm blind, not deaf."
Sokka glared at her as her eyes stared off into the unknown distance.
"Yeah, but that means they worked out whatever tension they had," Aang said, patting Zuko's shoulder.
"In bed.." A laugh left your lips as you heard what Toph muttered. Zuko sighed, hair falling over his face as his hands found it.
"Okay, guys, they're getting married soon, let's just celebrate, please.." Katara explained, as Toph sighed. The others agreed, and they all made it into the palace.
Your daughter decided to follow behind Zuko, no care in her head that he has work to do. She'll just help him.
You, on the other hand, lead the others to their room.
"So, in the end, you didn't go back home?" Aang asked.
You shook your head.
"I don't think I ever was planning to after he invited me to stay for a while." You explained.
"And when was this invitation?" Sokka asked, sticking his nose at you.
"At the celebration. Tea shop."
"Huh? WHAT?"
You glared at him for being so loud. A sigh left your soft lips as you let them roam the palace, slowly leaving the group as you venture for your family.
You made it into the throne room, seeing the old chamberlain leaving the room, a sour look still on his face. Your eyes followed his frame before falling onto the guards as they all bowed in your direction.
Your ears caught the sound of your very loud daughter "ordering" the men around. She sat on Zuko's lap while his eyebrows creased in concern, yet his face held a smile. When her eyes landed on you, the loudest "Mama!" echoed throughout the room.
You walked up to the duo, giving Zuko a small peck before patting your daughter's head.
"Are you done here?" You asked.
"Thanks to her, we ended early," Zuko muttered, looking down at the child.
A small "hm" left your lips as you told her, "good job". Zuko's eyebrow rose as he heard it, and he let your hand pull his as he held onto their daughter and rose from his chair.
You dragged them into your shared room, Zuko placing their daughter down as she roamed around. He, on the other hand, already made his way towards the vanity, staring at himself in the mirror as you came up behind. Your fingers dragged through his long hair, slightly pulling it down, forcing him to look up at you.
Your free hand rested on his cheek, fingers roaming, and your thumb rested on his bottom lip. Your hand that raked through his hair left the locs to get the brush, but less brushing was going to happen when you leaned down to connect lips.
You felt his smile form as he moved his head up more, his hands making it onto your face as he deepened the kiss more.
Unfortunately, you both have an unruly daughter who "thinks" she can bend by calling out the element and:
"Oof-"
A gasp left your lips as your eyes landed on the book that now rested on the floor, but for sure made contact with Zuko's head.
"Air bending!" She exclaimed with a pose.
"I think not." You stated, glaring at her, about to make your way towards her, until Zuko's hand rested on yours.
"It's okay.. I'm fine." He muttered, holding his face.
"Dear, you'll get a scar on the other side if she continues."
"Let's not overreact." He joked, looking up at you.
"Huh? I'm not. What if one day she does bend and it's fire, and then-"
"OKAY. Okay.." He muttered, looking away.
He then looked at his daughter as she ran up to him, giving him a sloppy kiss, where the book landed before picking up the same book.
"Sorry papa..!" She exclaimed, before running out of the room and off to who knows where. You both sighed as you shared a look.
"She said sorry." He softly said, shrugging his shoulder.
You stared down at him, with that one look he knew and loved. A troubled look made it onto his face as he looked away. That was when the smirk made it onto yours, as your fingers made it into his long locs, to tug at it.
megumi invited you over to watch a movie after a particularly stressful day of classes. he always asked you to come over after rough days to wind down. apparently though, his classes today were so exhausting that he couldn't even stay awake for even half of the movie he invited you to watch.
"m'not sleeping...just...jus' resting my eyes..."
so he claimed.
even though he could hardly keep his eyes open, megumi kept a strong grip on the tips of your fingers. if ever you tried to shake him off or send him to bed, he would just hold on tighter and emphasize how not tired he is.
"megs, baby..." you turned off the tv. "c'mon...go to sleep...i'll see you in the morning."
he forced his eyes open and tried to look as awake as possible and make a 'serious' face—which kind of looked like a pout.
"no." he slid his hand up from your fingers to your forearm. "please don't go..."
"megs-"
"please..." he kissed your knuckles "please.." he kissed your forearm. "please." a kiss to your bicep. "please?" a kiss to your neck.
behaviour like this is abnormal for megumi. so you just laughed at his little display of clinginess.
"okay okay." you smiled and let him kiss up to your cheeks. "come to bed."
you stood and he sleepily followed you to his room and once you reached, plopped onto the bed with you in his arms.
"love you."
"love you too megs."
he kissed on and around your neck until he fell asleep.
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you woke before megumi, like usual, and couldn't see him. you lifted the blanket to find his head nestled under your shirt.
you didn't move him.
you already know he's going to be so embarrassed when he wakes up.
if you liked ts you might like my other megumi works !
kawaiiladygirl's note: my freakquency is at an all time low so here's some fluff ig... kawaiiladygirl out !
