dear sarah

it’s a first time for everything, right?

[beingin2u]

heyy, this is my first time sending a request so sorry if its bad, but could you maybe do yeon sieun boyfriend headcanons? i really love your writing btw💕💕

a/n: YES! I'D LOVE TO! I'm very thankful for your request 💗 enjoy 👐

sieun boyfriend headcanons (realistic edition)

• if he wants anything from you, he'll just stare deeply into your eyes with those deer-like eyes of his. and he'll keep doing it until you tell him exactly what he's thinking.

• since he isn't very verbal when it comes to expressing his feelings, he'll definitely show them through his actions. for example, by cooking something delicious. actually, he’s a surprisingly good chef, which really shocked you at the beginning of your relationship. you have dinner at his place almost every evening, and if he finds out you’re not eating at school, he’ll bring you a lunchbox with a brief note that says: “just eat this.”

• sleeping problems are normal for him, so he has to figure out how to deal with his chronic insomnia. but when he falls asleep with his head resting on your chest, it’s when he truly feels most secure. you give him the comfort and peace he’s been missing for so long.

• he enjoys listening to you tell all sorts of stories, whether they’re about your life or something completely random and odd that happened to you today. he studies every feature of your face, analyzing it as he softly smiles at how passionately you’re sharing your life with him.

• he's very gentle. despite his calm, even unexpressive nature, he still acts with extreme caution around you. the way he touches you is as if you were made of glass, always afraid his chaotic world might somehow break you.

• if you take his phone and set a selfie of the two of you as his lock screen, he won't get mad. he'll just look at the screen, raise an eyebrow, and maybe let out a quiet sigh, but he'll never change the wallpaper back.

• he's the kind of guy who's too blunt and practical to care about public displays of affection; he gets easily closed off or embarrassed to kiss you or hold your hand in public. but behind closed doors, he's much more open. he wants only you to see the real, vulnerable him. he knows he can trust you completely.

• when he is kissing you, his hands will always be gently cupping your face, pulling you in as if you're his only anchor to reality.

• sharing his headphones with you is his ultimate love language. he won't say "i miss you," but he will hand you a bud playing a soft instrumental track he listens to when he thinks of you.

• he’s a total pain to get out and about and completely antisocial. it’s impossible to drag him to a loud party, a double date with your friends, or just “hanging out with a group.” if you force him to tag along, he will just sit there like a ghost, making your friends a bit uncomfortable with his intense, silent aura. if you have a date planned, it’ll most likely just be calm, quiet evenings spent talking or watching a movie together at home

[beingin2u]

gotak boyfriend headcanons (realistic edition)

disclaimer: this is completely random, so watch out 😼 hehehe. i'm deadass obsessed with him.

gotak that type who quietly fart and blame you on it, saying that now the whole room stinks.

oh, this guy REALLY does have such pitiful, yearning eyes, especially after a little argument. he'll literally be begging you for forgiveness with THOSE EYES. ON HIS KNEES. BELIVE ME.

he always needs to make sure you take your supplements/vitamins on time. without fail.

all your dates should include some kind of physical activity — whether it's a walk, a bike ride, or something else. we know this dude cannot sit his ass still.

every time you cook a dish, he’ll literally rate it as if he’s some kind of culinary expert. he’ll tell you where you should have added certain spices, and say that the meat doesn’t go together with the sauce at all. but of course, he does all this in a joking manner, just to tease you.

every year, on your birthday, you get a message from him that goes something like: “look outside the window.” and there he’ll be, standing there with a bunch of balloons in one hand and a box in the other.

alcohol isn't really his thing, but he might smoke some weed with you, just a little, of course.

he has that polaroid photo of you where you're high as fuck. to him, that photo seems way too cute, so he keeps it in his wallet.

he always walks you home, especially when it's pitch dark outside. he waits for you after class or practice, even if it's in the evening, just like hachiko. it's important to him to know that you're safe and secure. that's his number one priority.

snores very loudly. whenever you stay overnight, you literally have to wake him up because he snores so painfully loud, and it’s all because he loves sleeping on his back.

most of the time, he leaves his clothes at your place, and then when it's time to head out somewhere, he starts panicking that they're gone.

he always wears your hair tie on his wrist, especially during matches. it serves as his lucky charm.

kissing the top of your head — that's his favorite way of showing his affection.

after graduation, he plans to propose to you, even though he understands that you’re both too young. he truly wants to have you by his side for the rest of his life. (i once saw someone's fan canon where the author claimed that gotak is most likely to be the father of two girls, and NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT).

[beingin2u]

THE SAVING GRACE (ONE-SHOT)

pairing: geum seongje x fem!reader

fandom: weak hero class 2

genre: angst to comfort, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end.

count: 746 w.

warnings: smoking, crying/emotional breakdown, feelings of unworthiness, angst.

“are you doing okay?”

it’s a question you’ll never be able to answer the way people expect you to. without understanding what’s going on inside, you won’t be able to open up to those around you. It sounds like a trap – brazen and painful as ever. a lie is one of the most common answers. the less a person knows, the easier it will be for them to get through this, that’s exactly what seongje was thinking.

“huh?” — he asked, sounding a slight bit taken aback, though his expression remained composed.

“you know perfectly well what I’m asking, don’t play dumb” — she shot back curtly.

“i’m fine”

of course, he didn’t really even know how it felt to be «fine». no one had ever cared about how he felt or whether anything was bothering him, so he’d simply got used to keeping it all bottled up inside. far away from everyone.

“and that’s it?” — her exasperation was boundless.

“why the hell is it so damn important to you?” — he snapped.

“because i love you, seongje!” — she shouted, a note of despair and pain in her voice — “isn’t that enough for you?!”

he finally looked at her – directly and steadily. her face looked frightened, her eyes were wide open, her lips were pressed tightly together, and her hands were trembling slightly. seongje hatred seeing y/n in like that. no one had the right to make her feel this way, and certainly not seongje himself. but he was responsible for causing this. it shouldn’t have happened.

he got up from his seat, stamped out his cigarette with his foot, and walked over to her, carefully, trying not to startle her. she looked up at him, her eyes were wide, deeply set, and watery, as if she were about to cry. he couldn’t bare to see her so broken, so he gently pulled her close. one of his hands supported her head from behind, while the other held around her shoulders. at that very moment, she could no longer hold back her tears, she lowered her head onto his shoulder and simply let her emotions flow.

seongje just stood there, holding onto her. if he moved even a little, he was afraid she would just vanish, just like that. losing her in any sense of that word was his biggest fear. she was crying so intensely that he could physically feel how much pain she was in. her loud sobs were heartbreaking to him. he had never felt anything like this in his entire life, because when you grow up in such surroundings, and amongst such people, your heart has to be made of stone. no emotions, no pity, only survival. if you aren’t strong, you’re likely to end up as just another prey.

she no longer had the strength to cry, so after a while she settled down. her eyes were terribly red, her lips were dry, and her face was wet with tears. she was still standing in his arms, clutching his jacket tightly in her fists and unwilling to let go. the moment of complete silence was broken by a quiet, incredibly quiet sob. she couldn’t believe her ears. her eyes popped open wide, and for a moment she forgot how to breathe.

“se… seongje…?” — she slowly lifted her head from his shoulder and leaned back to look into his face.

and there he was, standing in front of her with tear-filled eyes. he was crying. he was really crying. for the first time in all the time she’d known this guy, she saw him looking weak. so vulnerable.

“are you… crying?” — rven though she had just seen everything with her own eyes, she still couldn’t believe it.

he was unable to look at her, unwilling to show his weak side. she wasn’t supposed to see him like this, it was wrong, unacceptable. he's strong. he always must be strong for her.

he just kept staring at the floor, still holding her by the forearms, while his glasses became completely fogged with tears. noticing this, y/n gently reached out, took his glasses off, and began carefully wiping his wet cheeks.

“forgive me, seongje, please forgive me…” — she muttered softly, caressing his skin, which was burning with emotions.

carefully lifting his head, he dared to look into her eyes. her heart was bleeding. until now, she couldn’t believe he was capable of such strong feelings, or willing to share them. she was the only one who had awakened in him the emotions he had tried so long to hide in the deepest drawer. and here he was, standing right in front of her and crying. damn it all. it seemed like the worst thing that could have happened to him.

"i didn't mean for this to happen" — he said, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, as if trying to hide from the whole world.

“it’s okay, seongje. it’s my fault… i shouldn’t have yelled at you” — her voice trembled — “i… i… i just want you to be honest with me. it’s important for me to know how you really feel” — her hand was still gently warming his cheek.

"i'm here, okay? there's no need to be afraid to express yourself" — he studied her face closely, unable to believe that such a lovely girl was right alongside him. they were complete opposites: she was gentle, open, and so pure. someone like seongje wasn’t meant to be with her. she deserved someone better, someone capable of sharing his feelings.

he couldn’t respond, so he simply nodded, letting her know that he was paying attention to her, and that he understood her. he didn’t think he could have managed to say even a single word. the situation he’d feared so desperately turned out to be that very trap. but now, standing in her embrace, he suddenly realized: this trap was no longer painful. it was his saving grace. seongje simply closed his eyes and finally let himself go, allowing y/n to hold him right there, in the midst of that blissful silence.

[beingin2u]

pairing: go hyuntak (gotak) x fem!reader

fandom: weak hero class 2

genre: fluff, comfort, domestic, strangers to lovers (kinda)

warnings: none. just a very bad day turning into a very sweet night.

count: 1236 w.

gotak wasn't the type to enjoy spending his evenings alone, he was quite a sociable person. it was important to him to have friends around with whom he could share common interests or simply sit in silence on such a peaceful evening. but today everything was going awry, because from the very morning, the day hadn't turned out the way he'd expected.

first of all, he managed to sleep through class, which was completely unlike him. gotak had always been very responsible about arriving on time, even though he didn’t enjoy studying. on top of that, there was supposed to be basketball practice tonight, but he somehow missed the coach's message in the chat saying it was canceled. and now he was sitting on the bench, staring at that damn message, and just unable to stop himself from getting annoyed.

"ah, shit... how could I miss that?” — he muttered, exhaling loudly through his nose.

he had no desire to go home in such a miserable mood. he needed to talk to somebody, so gotak chose to call baku.

after several long beeps, only an apathetic answering machine answered. great, baku isn’t picking up, and he didn’t know what could be “better” than that.

“that jerk?! how can you not pick up the fucking phone?!” — his irritation was already starting to boil over. gotak couldn’t figure out why everything had been going to hell since early morning, so he just muttered to himself that he’d be all right.

late evening was falling, the beginning of autumn, and there was complete silence surrounding him. the only sounds breaking this stillness were the sharp thud of the ball against the court and gotak’s heavy, irregular breathing.

basketball had always been his escape. When he played, his mind went entirely blank. there was no room for worries, concerns, or doubts. it was the one thing no one could take away from him.

but now even his shots weren't hitting. after a few more misses, gotak simply gave up and sat down on the floor right in the middle of the court, cross-legged. things were going terribly, so maybe he really should just stop and take a break?

tilting his head back and closing his eyes, he took a deep breath of the cool air, exhaling slowly. for a few minutes, gotak was completely cut off from the world, so at first he didn’t even realize that there was a strange noise coming from somewhere behind him.

the sky was pitch black, the only light on the square came from a couple of streetlights, and even those weren’t bright enough to make out the silhouette clearly. it definitely wasn’t a person, because the figure seemed too short for an adult, and for a child, it had unusually sharp ears. he narrowed his eyes, trying to get a better look at the nocturnal visitor.

sitting in front of him was a large dog, and to make matters worse, it wasn’t wearing a muzzle, which was a little scary. the animal was staring intently at gotak, not taking its eyes off him. the dog’s ears stood straight and stiff, like the roof of a house. gotak couldn’t figure out what to do in this situation: sit and wait for the dog to leave on its own, or run as fast as he could. although dogs usually didn’t scare him, this one looked too alert.

after a few minutes of this staring contest, the dog got up on all four paws and walked straight toward him. gotak froze. It was hard to predict what to expect from a stray dog, but judging by its confident stride, it didn’t seem like it was about to attack.

as he approached, the dog began to sniff his clothes cautiously, as if trying to recall a familiar scent. without saying a word, gotak simply watched and waited for something he couldn’t even understand himself. and then, in a matter of seconds, the dog jumped on him, but not with aggression at all, but with incredible joy, as if he had met an old friend. his tail wagged back and forth nonstop, and he barked happily to the rhythm of these movements.

“hey!” — gotak exclaimed, not even trying to hide the huge grin on his face.

as he petted the dog, it suddenly showered him with enthusiastic kisses and began eagerly licking his face.

“ha-ha-ha” — gotak laughed, ducking away from the wet nose — “Is my face covered in jam or something?”

he continued to carefully stroke the soft fur, which felt so fluffy to the touch, as if he were touching a cloud.

"what's your name, boy? or are you..." — gotak didn't finish his sentence, as he finally noticed the collar — "so you're a household dog? where are your owners?"

he reached out and touched the metal tag, turned it over, and saw the name "buddy."

“nice to meet you, buddy. i guess we should go find your ow...”

“buddy!” — a high-pitched female voice rang out from somewhere.

gotak couldn’t immediately tell which direction the sound was coming from. he stood up and began scanning the dark courtyard, looking for the source of the voice.

“buddy! there you are!” — a voice rang out right nearby.

he turned around and saw a girl standing in front of him who looked to be about his age. her hair was tied back in a hastily done ponytail, and she was wearing a warm sweater, gray sweatpants, and sneakers.

“oh, hello” — she said, a bit shyly, giving a slight nod in greeting — “sorry about him. he didn’t scare you, did he?” — she asked this in a very kind voice as the dog obediently came forward and she attached the leash to his collar.

”hey, you can’t just run off like that” — she said to the dog, wearing a serious expression — “i taught you to come back when I’m calling”

the girl continued to mutter, scolding the dog with her index finger and showing her disapproval, although buddy himself didn't seem to care at all.

“i’m so sorry about that” — she apologized, glancing awkwardly at gotak as she spoke.

“no, no, it’s fine!” — he replied hastily, waving his hands to let her know there was really no need to apologize.

gotak simply couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. she looked adorable, and it was obvious she’d been running for quite some time looking for her little buddy. her hair was a bit messy, and her cheeks were noticeably flushed from the cool autumn air and her brisk run.

there was a slight, awkward silence between them. neither of them could say a word during those few minutes as they simply stood there looking at each other. realizing just how awkward the moment was becoming, gotak decided to be the first to break the silence.

“oh, i... i... my name is hyun-tak, but you can just call me gotak” – he said, his voice not too loud, but enough for her to hear.

“nice to meet you, gotak” — the girl replied with a slight smile — “i’m y/n”

she held out her hand confidently to welcome him. it took a couple of seconds for gotak to catch his bearings and respond to the gesture. her palm was as cold as ice, which was especially noticeable compared to his hands, burning hot. as he shook her hand, he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller her hand felt compared to his own, and this made the corners of his mouth turn up in a brief smile. the difference struck him as something strange, yet somehow pleasant.

letting go of her hand, he shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other.

“your dog is cute” — gotak muttered in a tone that suggested he felt awkward even saying the word “cute” — “what breed is he?”

“a german shepherd” — y/n replied enthusiastically.

“cool” — he replied — “i mean, you don’t come across a breed like that very often, especially in a small town like ours”

“you’re right” — she agreed.

just then, buddy began nudging y/n hand insistently with the tip of his cold nose, making it abundantly clear that it was time to head home. glancing at her dog, she turned back to the guy.

“i think it’s time for us to head out. It was really nice meeting you”

she said it with such sincerity that gotak had to make an effort to hold back a foolish smile. jesus christ, in just a few minutes this girl had managed to stir up emotions in him that he’d never been able to feel for anyone before.

“yeah, it was nice meeting you too” — he replied.

y/n waved goodbye to him, then turned and headed toward the exit of the yard with her dog. she had only walked a few meters when she heard gotak’s voice calling after her.

“hey y/n!”— he called out.

the girl stopped and looked back at him.

"are you walking buddy again tomorrow?"

"yeah?" — she replied simply.

"would you mind... if i... well... joined you tomorrow?" — this time he wasn’t shouting, he asked quietly, calmly, and even a little shyly.

before answering, y/n giggled softly, and that sound made his heart beat a little faster.

“sure, gotak, buddy and i would love to have you join us” — she finally spoke.

the young man silently thanked fate that it was dark and the girl couldn't see just how red his ears had turned at that moment.