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- yandere / darker content
- character x character
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sypnosis: you've hated seongje ever since you were children, but it seems as though he doesn't see you the way you saw him.
wc: 3.6k
cw: violence (by you & seongje & a number of characters), mentions of harassment, cussing, reader is hospitalised, y/n used, horribly written kissing scene, kinda cheesy HAHAWW, lowercase is intended, seongje could be a little ooc, kinda cringe omds.
a/n: this is my first fic and some of the scenes are lowk inspired off of the show itself </3 also, reader is a pretty good fighter. happy reading!
many referred to you as childhood friends.
but to you, seongje was your worst enemy.
it was like ever since he was born to hate you and make your life a living hell.
your earliest memory of him was when he smashed a piece of strawberry shortcake into your face on your 4th birthday- that day marked the start of his life-long quest to annoy the shit out of you.
the phrases "haha- you have a funny face, shortcake!" or "get me a choco milk if you don't want your parents to find out that you failed your test!" were deeply embedded into your memory as traumatic events.
and it genuinely didn't help that both your parents were friends. so not only would you constantly see each other, your parents always dismissed your complaints of him!
"he just likes you- boys do stupid things to get girls to notice." your dad would say as he patted your fuming head.
perhaps it was his constant teasing and harassment, or maybe it was the fact that no one listened to you- but nevertheless, he left you with nothing but an unfathomable amount of hate towards him.
which is why, when he saved you from a group of thugs, you found it difficult to thank him.
his stance was lazy, throwing the last unconscious guy onto hard the floor by the collar.
with the pitch-black night sky and the lack of lighting in the alley, you could only slightly make out his black-framed glasses that were illuminated by the moon, and his tall, dark shadow upon your figure.
"what the hell are you doing here, shortcake?"
you tsk'ed at the childish nickname.
"why do you wanna know?"
you couldn't see it in the dark, but you knew he was flashing that stupid grin.
"whatever then, don't tell me." he said, stepped towards you, "but a 'thank you' would've been nice, no?"
seongje crouched down to meet your eye level, allowing you to see him clearer. you stared back, glaring so intensely you scrunched up your eyebrows.
"i could've beaten them myself. i've been in boxing classes for years, you know."
he snickered, condescension seeped through his words. "you? against five thugs?"
"ugh, so annoying."
he abruptly grabbed you by your forearm to yank you up with so much force, you stumbled towards him with a small yelp, which made him chuckle in amusement.
in all honesty, you actually haven't seen him in a while, but you did have some theories on why that is. the hushed conversations your parents and his had after you left the table, his absence in their routine dinners...
no, you don't care. not one bit.
"you're a real lunatic." you uttered as you stalked a few steps behind him.
he turned his head slightly without slowing his pace, a grin reappearing on his face again.
"awww, shortcake, you're so well-mannered."
you scoffed.
he laughed.
đ
after a few months of that incident, you didn't encounter him again.
not that you cared.
life went on as usual- you hung out with friends, studied, awkward laughed through 'you get more beautiful as you grow!' comments from his parents...but in the back of your head, a question lurked.
where is seongje?
whatever, you shouldn't focus on that right now-
"y/n! are you even listening?"
your eyes snapped back to your friend, jiwoo.
"hm? oh, sorry..could you repeat that?" an apologetic smile made its way onto your face.
"yah, y/n-a, you've been spacing out a lot more lately." your other friend, seoyun commented.
"yeah! what's going on?"
a soft sigh left your lips as you stretched your arms across your desk, mentally weighing the pros and cons of telling them about seongje. your three closest friends had their heads tilted with worried looks as they stared at you.
"uhh...just a bit paranoid being home alone, don't really wanna talk about it." you sheepishly replied. you technically weren't lying, you figured.
your friend, nari, gently remarked: "oh, right... your parents will be back in a month, right? if there's anything wrong, just text us."
"yeah, okay. thanks, you guys."
after a beat, seoyun clapped her hands. "alright yall! let's not press our dearest y/n any further!"
you giggled at her energy as she continued, "anyway, have you guys heard of the 'union'?"
"what's that?" jiwoo curiously enquired, her face lighting up in hopes of potential drama.
seoyun excitedly explained the union with much enthusiasm- what they do, their earnings, the constant fighting and finally, their leaders.
"and it's led by this one, STRAIGHT A, student called na baekjin. but the most interesting part is his right hand man: geum seongje."
you visibly flinched, your eyes snapping to seoyun's.
your clueless friend leaned in to whisper.
"people call him wolf, and it's rumoured that he beats anyone who stares at him for longer than 3 seconds up! crazy, right?!"
your palms got increasingly sweaty as your friends continued on their gossip session. you felt like a deer in headlights.
seongje is in an organised gang? you did theorise he was probably into some shady shit- but as a right-hand man?
the bell rang.
the conversation died as everyone scrambled and returned back to their own seats. but the words rang in your head.
the right-hand man to the largest, most dangerous teenage-led gang in your area.
geum seongje. wolf.
the guy who literally smashed a piece of strawberry shortcake in your face in kindergarten.
đ
the lessons were a blur. you told your friends you had boxing training today and left as quickly as you could to avoid suspision.
the gym was usually quiet at this time of night, which could be creepy to some people, but it became your comfort zone. the serene tranquility that came with the empty training ground was the reason why it was your favourite place to practice fighting.
you changed out of your uniform and into a pair of sweatpants and sports jacket before walking to the boxing training area.
the punching bag took hit after hit. your headphones tried its best to drowned out your worries thoughts, but it was to no avail. the curdling frustration in your heart just kept rising no matter how much you hit the damn bag.
"damn it...stop thinking about him." you muttered to yourself, grunting breathlessly as you threw a punch.
you peeled off your headphones and wiped off your sweat, deciding to just give up and head home.
as you turn a corner into an alley leading to your neighbourhood, some girls pass by you.
"bora, isn't that..." one of them mutters.
"yah, are you y/n l/n?" the 'leader' of the three girls named bora nods her head at you.
you stare blankly for a moment before answering. "do i know you?"
"no, but i do have one thing to say to you." she snarked, stalking towards you.
"what?"
her bright red lips curled into a smug smirk.
"stay away from seongje. he is already into me."
your heart dropped. your face remained neutral.
"that's two things." you sassed.
"you fucking-"
SLAP!
you toppled backwards, the ringing in your left ear getting louder and louder.
"you wanna be smart, huh?" the shorter girl behind bora chuckled.
that's it.
before she could comment further, your flung your fist with full force towards bora's perfectly make-up-caked face.
the satisfying bone crack of her nose echoed through the alley, followed by their coordinated choir of cacophonous screams.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" the other girl yells as she practically flies towards you, ready to fight.
adrenaline rushed through your veins- you grabbed her and threw her against the mould-infested wall before fisting her ponytail and smashing her head against the surface, full force, for good measure.
as the two girls laid flat on the ground, panting and whining in pain, you trekked towards the last one- who was shivering with reddened eyes.
"i don't care who seongje gets tangled up with. i do not want any part of it. got it?" your voice was low, eerily calm, but your heartbeat was so loud you could barely hear anything else.
the terrified girl nodded as a tear fell from her eye.
you turned to leave, adjusting back to your normal pace.
"you're...gonna regret this.." bora choked out.
when you got home, the adrenaline had already faded, which made you realise your knuckles were screaming in pain and agony. you rummaged through the bathroom cabinet until you found a few bandages and decided they can do the job.
you didn't know why you did that. you usually wouldn't let anything get to you, not even seongje- so why'd you do it?
your ears rang; your chest felt unusually heavy.
whatever. it's over now.
đ
the digital clock next to your bedside read 03:28 when a harsh knock thumped on your window nonstop.
you tried to ignore it, but it just wouldn't stop.
you squinted your eyes until the blurry image of a creepy figure outside your window cleared to show you a familiar face.
upon unlocking the window, seongje swiftly climbed into your room like he owned the damn place. you were too exhausted to comment on it, but not tired enough to not give him your iconic glare.
"what do you want?" you whisper-shouted, sitting cross-legged.
he took off his windbreaker (which was rare) tossed it into a corner before joining you on your bed. for once, he wasn't giving you that off-putting grin like usual. instead, his expression was replaced by something else.
something you couldn't exactly put your finger on.
"are your hands okay?" his tone was so, so soft.
damn his annoying voice.
"uh..i guess? yeah." you muttered as you looked down on your poorly-treated knuckles.
seongje let out a small huff as he checked out your hand before taking out a roll of bandages and a small bottle of iodine out of his pocket.
after stealing a few cotton buds from your bathroom, he peeled off your plasters and started treating your wound.
your mind was getting less fuzzier as time went on. the faint smell of cigarettes and your aromatic reed diffuser formed a concoction of a scent that strangely gave you comfort.
the weird tenderness on your busted knuckles was leaving question marks in your mind. when you were finally fully awake a few minutes later, you realised how... truly odd, this was.
"seongje."
he hummed lowly; the vibrations of his deep voice left your breath caught in your throat.
"how did you find out?"
his movements paused for a second. "that crazy bitch's goons sent a pic. don't worry, they'll be taken care of."
"what do you mean by that?"
he stayed silent.
you didn't question further.
[4:18AM]
your face looked so...peaceful, as you slept. seongje sat beside your chest, breathing in rhythm of yours.
his jacket was now your second blanket- its soft fabric and faint smell of laundry detergent was comparable to a lullaby rocking you to sleep.
seongje's fingers was feather-light on your newly, well-bandaged one.
gosh, he could stay like this forever.
as if sensing his yearning desire, your fingers curled into his as you turned your body facing him.
you're so adorable.
he let out a soft exhale, lips curling into a small, genuine smile no one but you will ever get to see.
big boss baekjin đ€đ”
seongje.
are you coming or not?
wolf đș
so impatient.
big boss baekjin đ€đ”
we're starting in 5. be here.
in your dazed state, you think you feel a peck on your forehead before the warmth on your hands faded away.
oh well, must've been a weird dream.
đ
22:08 ă saturday
INCOMING CALL FROM SEOYUNNIE! á( âąÌ á âąÌ )á...
that's weird. she should be having tuition right now.
"yunnie? what's up?"
"y/n...are you outside?" her unusually hushed voice made you tense up instantly.
"no, what's wrong? where are you?"
you could hear a few familiar voices in the background, taunting seoyun.
her voice trembled. "okay, thats good..." "YAH, SHE'S HERE!" "i gotta go y/n, please don't leave your home!"
"SEOYUN, WAIT!" she hung up on you.
without wasting a second, you snatched your coat and sprinted outside, trying to call seoyun again and again. she didn't pick up, which made you even more paranoid.
your eyes darted around the sea of students leaving her tuition centre, but not one of them was your friend.
no. they couldn't've gone far.
you ran around the tuition centre, trying to locate any possible noises from them.
seoyunnie! á( âąÌ á âąÌ )á
[image]
come to the rooftop, let's have some fun
damn it.
when you finally reached the rooftop in record-breaking time, you locked eyes with the perpetrator- bora. but now, she was surrounded by about five more minions than last time, outnumbering you by almost tenfold.
you could barely see the guilt in seoyun's tear-filled eyes, the mix of anger and relief and sorrow glistening through her swollen eyelids. her straight, jet-black hair was now tangled up in bora's filthy, fat fingers, holding your friend down to her bloodied knees.
"you came here fast, that's so fun." bora mocked, her screeching voice stabbing your eardrums.
"let her go and i will consider not pushing you off this rooftop."
she sneered, before tossing seoyun carelessly to the side. you instinctively wanted to run towards her, but her goons stopped you.
"let's see you try."
as they lunged towards you, you mentally calculated.
it's fine if you lose. you just need to get seoyun out of here.
as one of her goons lept towards you with a monstrous yell, you ducked underneath her and rolled to make her fall flat onto the concrete floor.
one down.
you were a step closer to a passed out seoyun.
you landed punch after punch, dodging as much as you could, but you were still injured. just like last time, the rush of adrenaline and pure unadulterated rage fueled the strength in your fists.
their hits landed on you hard, but you couldn't feel it. you couldn't feel anything except for the anger bubbling over in your chest.
the girls were knocked out one by one thanks to your boxing experience and their lack of fighting skills.
finally, only you and bora were left standing.
despite looking the most roughed up of everyone else and limping slowly, your presence was the most overwhelming. the once overconfident, arrogant persona slipped, now replaced with the image of a trembling pig.
because in her eyes, she saw a monster.
without missing a beat, you used your only working leg to lunge towards her and tackle her to the ground. your sweat-ridden palms latched onto her throat, asphyxiating her. her long, perfectly manicured nails dug into your increasingly whitening fingers, making a choked sound you couldn't quite hear over your own heartbeat.
you let her go just as she was about to pass out. as she fell onto the ground with a loud thud, trying to catch her breath. you looked over to your friend.
seoyun was still unconscious, but breathing. that alone made you relieved.
"yunnie..."
you crawled towards her and tried to carry her, but after the adrenaline wore out, you found that you had exhausted all of your strength, and you were about as injured as seoyun is. with the last bit of strength, you texted the groupchat with you, seoyun, nari and jiwoo inside your location and slumped next to your friend.
as you spaced out on the ground, about to black out from the fatigue, a pair of sneakers stepped into your vision, and then two another following behind.
"you alive?" a voice- not belonging to any one of your friends- sounded distantly in your eardrums.
you looked up, breathless.
"why are.. why are you here, who..?"
"they're here to help. and you texted me, shortcake."
you let out an annoyed huff- but you couldn't care less right now.
seongje reached for you as you uttered a few words about 'seoyun..' and 'please' that he couldn't quite catch before you blacked out.
đ
you woke up to the beeping of heart-rate machines and the smell of disinfectant. the first thing you did was look for seoyun, who was lying in the bed right next to yours.
then, you noticed a white plastic bag with an orange sticky note stuck to it.
'call me when you wake up. -sj'
this prick, so demanding.
you checked your phone.
02:09 ă sunday
shortcake đ°
[đlocation sent ]
don't call the police
we're at the rooftop, just carry us to the hospital.
worst guy ever đ
omw.
don't pass out.
- sent yesterday 23:58
oops. opened the wrong chat. as his note instructed, you reluctantly pressed the call button.
"hey, shortcake. you're a lot stronger than you used to be- can't believe you held out an 1v8." his magnetic voice rang through.
"...i think they got my message, right?"
"yeah. definitely. by the way, since your parents are away, i called to tell them i'd take care of you. you wouldn't want your parents to find out, right?"
you pursed your lips and sighed. take care of you?
"..i guess so, yeah."
"i'll come visit you later, got some things to do across the hall.."
"okay."
you hung up, inclined the bed and sat up, observing seoyun on the bed next to you. her mom was sleeping as well, trying to be comfortable on the chair next to your friend.
it was a bad idea to have messed with them.
you could handle yourself just fine, but who knows what would've happened if you didn't reach in time. or didn't pick up the phone. this is why you didn't usually pick fights.
gosh why is this happening.
you held back your tears. now is not the time to self-pity.
remembering the plastic bag on the meal table in front of you, you took it, deciding to explore its contents before seongje gets here.
inside were two bottles of water, some rice balls and a singular piece of strawberry shortcake.
bruh.
whatever. your ravenous hunger needed to be satiated, so you unpacked a rice ball and chowed down on them, staring the cake just sat solemnly on the table that mocked you by being the very thing that defined your existence to seongje.
"you still like those?"
you flinched at the sudden intrusion and met the man's gaze before relaxing.
"not since you caked my face." you retorted.
he laughed silently; his whole body shook. seongje stepped towards you and sat facing you on your bed. for some reason, the burning sensation of hate that used to fire up in your heart when you saw him has fully traveled to your ears and cheeks instead.
is this a new form of hate?
"well, i'm glad you have the energy to joke now, y/n."
"wow, so you do remember my name."
his eyes met yours, holding a sort of gentleness you haven't seen (or noticed) before. his chest heaved slightly, the fabric of his orange windbreaker shifting as he slowly reached for your hand, as if he was asking for permission to hold it.
"are you tired?" seongje's voice lowered to a whisper.
as his fingers interlaced with yours, you didn't move away. the warmth that submerged your freezing fingers sped up your heartbeat- was it hot in here??
your gaze didn't move from his, unwilling to back down in the staring contest.
ânot really. i just want some fresh air right now though.â
âokay, letâs go.â
you blinked at him. âarenât i not supposed to leave right now?â
âi have my ways.â he winked.
đ
after seongje skilfully snuck you out on a wheelchair into the hospitalâs garden, the two of you settled on a bench overlooking the greenery. the vast sky above was blanketed by the darkness that came with the absence of the sun, a few stars scattered across it like a small sprinkle of salt on black tablecloth.
âyou mind if i smoke?â
âyouâll still do it even if i say i mind anyway.â
he puffed a cloud of smoke into the clear air. his orange jacket was draped over your shoulders- the warmth of his body heat lingered, functioning as a temporary heater for you.
your fingers fidgeted with the sleeves, debating whether or not you should ask the questions that were stuck on your mind like a stain you canât quite wash off.
âif you have something to say, then say it.â seongje stated, still staring into the space above.
âwellâŠuh, i have some questions.â
he hummed, beckoning you to go on.
you tapped your fingers on your lap, trying to find the words to form your question.
"why haven't you been going to the monthly dinners?"
a moment of silence followed as you waited for his answer, glancing at him. he seemed deep in thought- chest heaving a soft sigh.
"i got kicked out."
"o-oh...sorry." you stuttered, mentally cursing yourself for asking.
"you have more questions for me, don't you?"
"uh...yeah." you muttered, looking at him again just to meet his piercing gaze.
"why are you being so nice to me? i mean- i thought you hated me-"
your breath hitched as he leaned in unexpectedly, lips connecting with yours zealously. it was gentle, tender- everything you didn't think seongje was capable of until this very moment. his hand cupped your bandaged cheek with a feather-light touch that still sent shivers down your spine. he didn't give you time to reciprocate before he pulled back and fixed his glasses with a small grin.
sypnosis: you've hated seongje ever since you were children, but it seems as though he doesn't see you the way you saw him.
wc: 3.6k
cw: violence (by you & seongje & a number of characters), mentions of harassment, cussing, reader is hospitalised, y/n used, horribly written kissing scene, kinda cheesy HAHAWW, lowercase is intended, seongje could be a little ooc, kinda cringe omds.
a/n: this is my first fic and some of the scenes are lowk inspired off of the show itself </3 also, reader is a pretty good fighter. happy reading!
many referred to you as childhood friends.
but to you, seongje was your worst enemy.
it was like ever since he was born to hate you and make your life a living hell.
your earliest memory of him was when he smashed a piece of strawberry shortcake into your face on your 4th birthday- that day marked the start of his life-long quest to annoy the shit out of you.
the phrases "haha- you have a funny face, shortcake!" or "get me a choco milk if you don't want your parents to find out that you failed your test!" were deeply embedded into your memory as traumatic events.
and it genuinely didn't help that both your parents were friends. so not only would you constantly see each other, your parents always dismissed your complaints of him!
"he just likes you- boys do stupid things to get girls to notice." your dad would say as he patted your fuming head.
perhaps it was his constant teasing and harassment, or maybe it was the fact that no one listened to you- but nevertheless, he left you with nothing but an unfathomable amount of hate towards him.
which is why, when he saved you from a group of thugs, you found it difficult to thank him.
his stance was lazy, throwing the last unconscious guy onto hard the floor by the collar.
with the pitch-black night sky and the lack of lighting in the alley, you could only slightly make out his black-framed glasses that were illuminated by the moon, and his tall, dark shadow upon your figure.
"what the hell are you doing here, shortcake?"
you tsk'ed at the childish nickname.
"why do you wanna know?"
you couldn't see it in the dark, but you knew he was flashing that stupid grin.
"whatever then, don't tell me." he said, stepped towards you, "but a 'thank you' would've been nice, no?"
seongje crouched down to meet your eye level, allowing you to see him clearer. you stared back, glaring so intensely you scrunched up your eyebrows.
"i could've beaten them myself. i've been in boxing classes for years, you know."
he snickered, condescension seeped through his words. "you? against five thugs?"
"ugh, so annoying."
he abruptly grabbed you by your forearm to yank you up with so much force, you stumbled towards him with a small yelp, which made him chuckle in amusement.
in all honesty, you actually haven't seen him in a while, but you did have some theories on why that is. the hushed conversations your parents and his had after you left the table, his absence in their routine dinners...
no, you don't care. not one bit.
"you're a real lunatic." you uttered as you stalked a few steps behind him.
he turned his head slightly without slowing his pace, a grin reappearing on his face again.
"awww, shortcake, you're so well-mannered."
you scoffed.
he laughed.
đ
after a few months of that incident, you didn't encounter him again.
not that you cared.
life went on as usual- you hung out with friends, studied, awkward laughed through 'you get more beautiful as you grow!' comments from his parents...but in the back of your head, a question lurked.
where is seongje?
whatever, you shouldn't focus on that right now-
"y/n! are you even listening?"
your eyes snapped back to your friend, jiwoo.
"hm? oh, sorry..could you repeat that?" an apologetic smile made its way onto your face.
"yah, y/n-a, you've been spacing out a lot more lately." your other friend, seoyun commented.
"yeah! what's going on?"
a soft sigh left your lips as you stretched your arms across your desk, mentally weighing the pros and cons of telling them about seongje. your three closest friends had their heads tilted with worried looks as they stared at you.
"uhh...just a bit paranoid being home alone, don't really wanna talk about it." you sheepishly replied. you technically weren't lying, you figured.
your friend, nari, gently remarked: "oh, right... your parents will be back in a month, right? if there's anything wrong, just text us."
"yeah, okay. thanks, you guys."
after a beat, seoyun clapped her hands. "alright yall! let's not press our dearest y/n any further!"
you giggled at her energy as she continued, "anyway, have you guys heard of the 'union'?"
"what's that?" jiwoo curiously enquired, her face lighting up in hopes of potential drama.
seoyun excitedly explained the union with much enthusiasm- what they do, their earnings, the constant fighting and finally, their leaders.
"and it's led by this one, STRAIGHT A, student called na baekjin. but the most interesting part is his right hand man: geum seongje."
you visibly flinched, your eyes snapping to seoyun's.
your clueless friend leaned in to whisper.
"people call him wolf, and it's rumoured that he beats anyone who stares at him for longer than 3 seconds up! crazy, right?!"
your palms got increasingly sweaty as your friends continued on their gossip session. you felt like a deer in headlights.
seongje is in an organised gang? you did theorise he was probably into some shady shit- but as a right-hand man?
the bell rang.
the conversation died as everyone scrambled and returned back to their own seats. but the words rang in your head.
the right-hand man to the largest, most dangerous teenage-led gang in your area.
geum seongje. wolf.
the guy who literally smashed a piece of strawberry shortcake in your face in kindergarten.
đ
the lessons were a blur. you told your friends you had boxing training today and left as quickly as you could to avoid suspision.
the gym was usually quiet at this time of night, which could be creepy to some people, but it became your comfort zone. the serene tranquility that came with the empty training ground was the reason why it was your favourite place to practice fighting.
you changed out of your uniform and into a pair of sweatpants and sports jacket before walking to the boxing training area.
the punching bag took hit after hit. your headphones tried its best to drowned out your worries thoughts, but it was to no avail. the curdling frustration in your heart just kept rising no matter how much you hit the damn bag.
"damn it...stop thinking about him." you muttered to yourself, grunting breathlessly as you threw a punch.
you peeled off your headphones and wiped off your sweat, deciding to just give up and head home.
as you turn a corner into an alley leading to your neighbourhood, some girls pass by you.
"bora, isn't that..." one of them mutters.
"yah, are you y/n l/n?" the 'leader' of the three girls named bora nods her head at you.
you stare blankly for a moment before answering. "do i know you?"
"no, but i do have one thing to say to you." she snarked, stalking towards you.
"what?"
her bright red lips curled into a smug smirk.
"stay away from seongje. he is already into me."
your heart dropped. your face remained neutral.
"that's two things." you sassed.
"you fucking-"
SLAP!
you toppled backwards, the ringing in your left ear getting louder and louder.
"you wanna be smart, huh?" the shorter girl behind bora chuckled.
that's it.
before she could comment further, your flung your fist with full force towards bora's perfectly make-up-caked face.
the satisfying bone crack of her nose echoed through the alley, followed by their coordinated choir of cacophonous screams.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" the other girl yells as she practically flies towards you, ready to fight.
adrenaline rushed through your veins- you grabbed her and threw her against the mould-infested wall before fisting her ponytail and smashing her head against the surface, full force, for good measure.
as the two girls laid flat on the ground, panting and whining in pain, you trekked towards the last one- who was shivering with reddened eyes.
"i don't care who seongje gets tangled up with. i do not want any part of it. got it?" your voice was low, eerily calm, but your heartbeat was so loud you could barely hear anything else.
the terrified girl nodded as a tear fell from her eye.
you turned to leave, adjusting back to your normal pace.
"you're...gonna regret this.." bora choked out.
when you got home, the adrenaline had already faded, which made you realise your knuckles were screaming in pain and agony. you rummaged through the bathroom cabinet until you found a few bandages and decided they can do the job.
you didn't know why you did that. you usually wouldn't let anything get to you, not even seongje- so why'd you do it?
your ears rang; your chest felt unusually heavy.
whatever. it's over now.
đ
the digital clock next to your bedside read 03:28 when a harsh knock thumped on your window nonstop.
you tried to ignore it, but it just wouldn't stop.
you squinted your eyes until the blurry image of a creepy figure outside your window cleared to show you a familiar face.
upon unlocking the window, seongje swiftly climbed into your room like he owned the damn place. you were too exhausted to comment on it, but not tired enough to not give him your iconic glare.
"what do you want?" you whisper-shouted, sitting cross-legged.
he took off his windbreaker (which was rare) tossed it into a corner before joining you on your bed. for once, he wasn't giving you that off-putting grin like usual. instead, his expression was replaced by something else.
something you couldn't exactly put your finger on.
"are your hands okay?" his tone was so, so soft.
damn his annoying voice.
"uh..i guess? yeah." you muttered as you looked down on your poorly-treated knuckles.
seongje let out a small huff as he checked out your hand before taking out a roll of bandages and a small bottle of iodine out of his pocket.
after stealing a few cotton buds from your bathroom, he peeled off your plasters and started treating your wound.
your mind was getting less fuzzier as time went on. the faint smell of cigarettes and your aromatic reed diffuser formed a concoction of a scent that strangely gave you comfort.
the weird tenderness on your busted knuckles was leaving question marks in your mind. when you were finally fully awake a few minutes later, you realised how... truly odd, this was.
"seongje."
he hummed lowly; the vibrations of his deep voice left your breath caught in your throat.
"how did you find out?"
his movements paused for a second. "that crazy bitch's goons sent a pic. don't worry, they'll be taken care of."
"what do you mean by that?"
he stayed silent.
you didn't question further.
[4:18AM]
your face looked so...peaceful, as you slept. seongje sat beside your chest, breathing in rhythm of yours.
his jacket was now your second blanket- its soft fabric and faint smell of laundry detergent was comparable to a lullaby rocking you to sleep.
seongje's fingers was feather-light on your newly, well-bandaged one.
gosh, he could stay like this forever.
as if sensing his yearning desire, your fingers curled into his as you turned your body facing him.
you're so adorable.
he let out a soft exhale, lips curling into a small, genuine smile no one but you will ever get to see.
big boss baekjin đ€đ”
seongje.
are you coming or not?
wolf đș
so impatient.
big boss baekjin đ€đ”
we're starting in 5. be here.
in your dazed state, you think you feel a peck on your forehead before the warmth on your hands faded away.
oh well, must've been a weird dream.
đ
22:08 ă saturday
INCOMING CALL FROM SEOYUNNIE! á( âąÌ á âąÌ )á...
that's weird. she should be having tuition right now.
"yunnie? what's up?"
"y/n...are you outside?" her unusually hushed voice made you tense up instantly.
"no, what's wrong? where are you?"
you could hear a few familiar voices in the background, taunting seoyun.
her voice trembled. "okay, thats good..." "YAH, SHE'S HERE!" "i gotta go y/n, please don't leave your home!"
"SEOYUN, WAIT!" she hung up on you.
without wasting a second, you snatched your coat and sprinted outside, trying to call seoyun again and again. she didn't pick up, which made you even more paranoid.
your eyes darted around the sea of students leaving her tuition centre, but not one of them was your friend.
no. they couldn't've gone far.
you ran around the tuition centre, trying to locate any possible noises from them.
seoyunnie! á( âąÌ á âąÌ )á
[image]
come to the rooftop, let's have some fun
damn it.
when you finally reached the rooftop in record-breaking time, you locked eyes with the perpetrator- bora. but now, she was surrounded by about five more minions than last time, outnumbering you by almost tenfold.
you could barely see the guilt in seoyun's tear-filled eyes, the mix of anger and relief and sorrow glistening through her swollen eyelids. her straight, jet-black hair was now tangled up in bora's filthy, fat fingers, holding your friend down to her bloodied knees.
"you came here fast, that's so fun." bora mocked, her screeching voice stabbing your eardrums.
"let her go and i will consider not pushing you off this rooftop."
she sneered, before tossing seoyun carelessly to the side. you instinctively wanted to run towards her, but her goons stopped you.
"let's see you try."
as they lunged towards you, you mentally calculated.
it's fine if you lose. you just need to get seoyun out of here.
as one of her goons lept towards you with a monstrous yell, you ducked underneath her and rolled to make her fall flat onto the concrete floor.
one down.
you were a step closer to a passed out seoyun.
you landed punch after punch, dodging as much as you could, but you were still injured. just like last time, the rush of adrenaline and pure unadulterated rage fueled the strength in your fists.
their hits landed on you hard, but you couldn't feel it. you couldn't feel anything except for the anger bubbling over in your chest.
the girls were knocked out one by one thanks to your boxing experience and their lack of fighting skills.
finally, only you and bora were left standing.
despite looking the most roughed up of everyone else and limping slowly, your presence was the most overwhelming. the once overconfident, arrogant persona slipped, now replaced with the image of a trembling pig.
because in her eyes, she saw a monster.
without missing a beat, you used your only working leg to lunge towards her and tackle her to the ground. your sweat-ridden palms latched onto her throat, asphyxiating her. her long, perfectly manicured nails dug into your increasingly whitening fingers, making a choked sound you couldn't quite hear over your own heartbeat.
you let her go just as she was about to pass out. as she fell onto the ground with a loud thud, trying to catch her breath. you looked over to your friend.
seoyun was still unconscious, but breathing. that alone made you relieved.
"yunnie..."
you crawled towards her and tried to carry her, but after the adrenaline wore out, you found that you had exhausted all of your strength, and you were about as injured as seoyun is. with the last bit of strength, you texted the groupchat with you, seoyun, nari and jiwoo inside your location and slumped next to your friend.
as you spaced out on the ground, about to black out from the fatigue, a pair of sneakers stepped into your vision, and then two another following behind.
"you alive?" a voice- not belonging to any one of your friends- sounded distantly in your eardrums.
you looked up, breathless.
"why are.. why are you here, who..?"
"they're here to help. and you texted me, shortcake."
you let out an annoyed huff- but you couldn't care less right now.
seongje reached for you as you uttered a few words about 'seoyun..' and 'please' that he couldn't quite catch before you blacked out.
đ
you woke up to the beeping of heart-rate machines and the smell of disinfectant. the first thing you did was look for seoyun, who was lying in the bed right next to yours.
then, you noticed a white plastic bag with an orange sticky note stuck to it.
'call me when you wake up. -sj'
this prick, so demanding.
you checked your phone.
02:09 ă sunday
shortcake đ°
[đlocation sent ]
don't call the police
we're at the rooftop, just carry us to the hospital.
worst guy ever đ
omw.
don't pass out.
- sent yesterday 23:58
oops. opened the wrong chat. as his note instructed, you reluctantly pressed the call button.
"hey, shortcake. you're a lot stronger than you used to be- can't believe you held out an 1v8." his magnetic voice rang through.
"...i think they got my message, right?"
"yeah. definitely. by the way, since your parents are away, i called to tell them i'd take care of you. you wouldn't want your parents to find out, right?"
you pursed your lips and sighed. take care of you?
"..i guess so, yeah."
"i'll come visit you later, got some things to do across the hall.."
"okay."
you hung up, inclined the bed and sat up, observing seoyun on the bed next to you. her mom was sleeping as well, trying to be comfortable on the chair next to your friend.
it was a bad idea to have messed with them.
you could handle yourself just fine, but who knows what would've happened if you didn't reach in time. or didn't pick up the phone. this is why you didn't usually pick fights.
gosh why is this happening.
you held back your tears. now is not the time to self-pity.
remembering the plastic bag on the meal table in front of you, you took it, deciding to explore its contents before seongje gets here.
inside were two bottles of water, some rice balls and a singular piece of strawberry shortcake.
bruh.
whatever. your ravenous hunger needed to be satiated, so you unpacked a rice ball and chowed down on them, staring the cake just sat solemnly on the table that mocked you by being the very thing that defined your existence to seongje.
"you still like those?"
you flinched at the sudden intrusion and met the man's gaze before relaxing.
"not since you caked my face." you retorted.
he laughed silently; his whole body shook. seongje stepped towards you and sat facing you on your bed. for some reason, the burning sensation of hate that used to fire up in your heart when you saw him has fully traveled to your ears and cheeks instead.
is this a new form of hate?
"well, i'm glad you have the energy to joke now, y/n."
"wow, so you do remember my name."
his eyes met yours, holding a sort of gentleness you haven't seen (or noticed) before. his chest heaved slightly, the fabric of his orange windbreaker shifting as he slowly reached for your hand, as if he was asking for permission to hold it.
"are you tired?" seongje's voice lowered to a whisper.
as his fingers interlaced with yours, you didn't move away. the warmth that submerged your freezing fingers sped up your heartbeat- was it hot in here??
your gaze didn't move from his, unwilling to back down in the staring contest.
ânot really. i just want some fresh air right now though.â
âokay, letâs go.â
you blinked at him. âarenât i not supposed to leave right now?â
âi have my ways.â he winked.
đ
after seongje skilfully snuck you out on a wheelchair into the hospitalâs garden, the two of you settled on a bench overlooking the greenery. the vast sky above was blanketed by the darkness that came with the absence of the sun, a few stars scattered across it like a small sprinkle of salt on black tablecloth.
âyou mind if i smoke?â
âyouâll still do it even if i say i mind anyway.â
he puffed a cloud of smoke into the clear air. his orange jacket was draped over your shoulders- the warmth of his body heat lingered, functioning as a temporary heater for you.
your fingers fidgeted with the sleeves, debating whether or not you should ask the questions that were stuck on your mind like a stain you canât quite wash off.
âif you have something to say, then say it.â seongje stated, still staring into the space above.
âwellâŠuh, i have some questions.â
he hummed, beckoning you to go on.
you tapped your fingers on your lap, trying to find the words to form your question.
"why haven't you been going to the monthly dinners?"
a moment of silence followed as you waited for his answer, glancing at him. he seemed deep in thought- chest heaving a soft sigh.
"i got kicked out."
"o-oh...sorry." you stuttered, mentally cursing yourself for asking.
"you have more questions for me, don't you?"
"uh...yeah." you muttered, looking at him again just to meet his piercing gaze.
"why are you being so nice to me? i mean- i thought you hated me-"
your breath hitched as he leaned in unexpectedly, lips connecting with yours zealously. it was gentle, tender- everything you didn't think seongje was capable of until this very moment. his hand cupped your bandaged cheek with a feather-light touch that still sent shivers down your spine. he didn't give you time to reciprocate before he pulled back and fixed his glasses with a small grin.
>> one's love language usually stems from what they want to receive- you give what you want to receive.
sypnosis: what would each of whc's characters' love languages be? (a lil analysis on some parts)
featuring: yeon sieun, anh suho, oh beomseok, park humin, go hyuntak, kang wooyoung, geum seongje, na baekjin.
cw: none i think :-)
a/n: lmk what u think! comments are always appreciated <3
yeon sieun
-> acts of service & quality time.
- he essentially makes your everyday life easier.
- for instance: he does your chores before you get the chance to, leaves little reminders about your upcoming errands, cooks meals for you when you're busy...etc
- also, si eun would constantly check up on you.
- you always receive those "did you get home safe?" or "are you ok?" texts from him.
- he just wants you to be safe.
- oh and he wouldn't hesitate to protect you. if he even gets the hint that someone is bothering you, he'd (methodically) mess them up.
- he also LOVES spending time with you, even if he doesn't show it.
- he'd probably be too hesitant to ask you out. but if he gets the chance, he'd take you on study dates, movie nights, or just anywhere really- as long as you're there.
- si eun isn't very expressive with his words or expressions, but you can see his love in every little thin he does.
anh suho
-> quality time & physical touch
- ALWAYS makes excuses to hangout with you.
- he doesn't have a lot of time on his hands due to the balance between helping out with household work and working at his part-time jobs, so time is extremely valuable to him.
- spends most of his freetime with you, sometimes his friends will tag along too!
- he also has the constant itch to touch you. not in a sexual way, but in more of a affectionate way.
- like, he'd sling an arm over your shoulders, hold your hand, or simply bump your shoulder with his and not move.
- after the incident, you and sieun would see eachother pretty often. while he never goes in, you'd understand his heartbreak, just like he understands yours. so yea! glad you have someone to relate to!
oh beomseok
-> words of affirmation
- like i mentioned at the very top, people's love languages typically stem from their own wants, so i think it's no surprise that beomseok's love language would be words of affirmation.
- i've seen a lot that is gift-giving, and while that may be true, i think words of affirmation is just more important to him.
- after every conversation, date or hangout, he'd squeak out an "i love you!".
- his text messages to you would also have a lot of emotes like '<3', ':)', ':D', '(âąÌáŽâąÌ)Ù' , etc..
- also, he would always reassure you spontaneously. you could be having a convo about something silly and out of nowhere, he'd say: "you're the only one who truly sees me; i love you."
- he's just insecure, and i truly believe that if he just had someone who treated him the way he deserved, he wouldnt've turned out that way.
- lets thank sieun for caring abt him though, im not forgetting about that<3.
'gotak' go hyuntak
-> words of affirmation & gift giving
- he's such a boyish person to me, if that makes sense.
- typical highschool sweetheart. showers you with attention and cringy pickup lines HAHHA
- i think he could be a little shy with physical touch, but he has this spontaneous burst of courage to flirt with you multiple times a day.
- even as time passes with your relationship, gotak would never fail to compliment you whenever he gets the chance.
- and i also feel like he'd be such a good gift-giver.
- would give you the most thoughtful gifts ever, with a letter attached (he's not so good with his words, but his heart is there, ykwim?)
- gotak would probably be the most emotionally stable one out of everyone here, im js saying..
'baku' park humin
-> physical touch & acts of service
- as we all know, baku is a pretty touchy person.
- he'd ruffle your hair, hold your hand, sling his arm over your shoulder...yeah.
- he, much like suho, also has this pathological need to have skin-to-skin contact with you at all times.
- moreover, baku knows that taking care of a household is difficult on top of your schoolwork and etc, so he'd be a big help with errands and chores.
- although all that stuff with baekjin and the union would seperate the two of you momentarily, but he doesn't give up easily. he'll always love you unless you give him a reason not to.
kang wooyoung
-> physical touch
- due to his illegally short screentime, from how i see him, wooyoung is a pretty stereotypical 'bad boy', so i would associate him with their characteristics.
- he always has a hand on your waist or hip, kinda like a message to other people that says 'do not touch or you die'.
- also loves hugging you from behind. kang wooyoung (or more like cha woomin) is extremely tall compared to the average height for women. he loves engulfing your shorter stature.
geum seongje
-> quality time & acts of service.
- i used to think seongje would never take a relationship seriously, but after rewatching that one scene where he thought baekjin would've atleast thought to ask him 'are you okay' has made me think otherwise.
- seongje is a pretty busy person, but he would definitely make time for you.
- whether its hanging out with you in the internet cafe, smoke break in the bowling alley, or making you record his fights (like the one with juntae and gotak), he would always bring you everywhere.
- he'd skip meetings for you too. (saw a fic on this)
- he does NOT want to seperate from you. he doesn't trust anyone, so if he trusts you, its gonna be overwhelming.
- he's not really big on words, but his actions would prove his devotion to you.
- he'd complain but still carry you when your feet hurt, buy you groceries when you're busy, pick you up at the dead of night when you need him...
- and almost all the money he earns from the union goes to you, ESPECIALLY if you have financial issues.
- he wants you to live a smooth life, and he wants you to live it while you're beside him.
na baekjin
-> acts of service, quality time & gift-giving.
- i cant decide between these 3 because i lwk feel like he'd be a relatively good bf, despite having little to no free time at all.
- he seems cold and calculating, but he's honestly just a scared teenager who is extremely loyal to those who have cared for him unconditionally.
- baekjin would do things for you without complaint. your feet hurt in your new heels? take his shoes, he'll walk home in socks. you need a ride somewhere? him or his goons will pick you up in 5 minutes. you haven't eaten breakfast? here's a homemade sandwich.
- baekjin is the kind of person who would take you out on expensive dates to make up for barely having time for you.
- high-end restaurants, shopping at luxurious stores, concerts of your favourite artists...he just loves seeing you happy and money isn't a problem.
- also would gift you expensive jewellery, items of your interest, or really anything you want. he wants you to know that can take care of you.
Do you write for Study Group? Iâm interested in how you would write for Yandere!Si-eun x Reader x Yandere!Ga-min. If you donât, then you can just do Yandere!Si-eun. Thanks!
accidental
yandere! yeon sieun x fem! reader | weak hero class 1 â
pairing: yandere! yeon sieun x fem! reader
wc: 6.6k
genre: dark romance, strangers to lovers
warnings: stalking, obsession, possessiveness, sexual harassment (not by sieun), bullying, canon violence, suggestive, usage of y/n, intended lowercase
‷ disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction and the themes here shouldnât be romanticized. please read at your own risk. minors dni.
summary: you met sieun by accident â ordinary, unremarkable. but the âaccidentsâ kept happening, piling up, and you never realized it was him orchestrating them all, loving you so fiercely it was meant to scare you⊠and yet it didnât.
authorâs note: i havenât watched study group yet unfortunately but itâs on my watch list! also ;; iâm gonna be honest writing this story was kind of difficult for me, since i couldnât really picture sieun being the âclassicâ yandere, however itâs true that in s2 he was willing to kill when it came to suho, so my writing is coming from how protective sieun was over suho by the end of s1 (he did mess up wooyoung bad lmao) and all throughout s2 a lot. hope i managed to capture his personality well! ⥠likes, comments and reblogs are super appreciated .á
ps: thereâs also a moment that references this chainsaw man scene haha
you and sieun met for the first time completely by accident.
he was on the bus on his way to cram school, sitting quietly in his seat, gaze fixed on the window, shutting out the world around him. he ignored how packed the bus was, bodies pressed together, footsteps shuffling, voices blending into noise. in his seat, tucked away from the chaos, he was comfortable.
then the bus jerked to a sudden, rough stop.
and someone fell into his lap with a tiny, high-pitched squeak.
you.
before you even realized what happened, you were practically nose-to-nose with sieun, breath brushing his cheek. you froze, eyes wide, then scrambled up so fast you nearly tripped again.
âiâ iâm so sorry!â you blurted out, flustered beyond belief âthe bus stopped too fast, i shouldâve held on tighterâ iâm really sorryââ
normally, sieun wouldâve been irritated. he didnât like being touched, noticed, or talked to. if it were anyone else, he wouldâve just nodded once and gone right back to the window.
but youâŠ
you caught his attention.
not that heâd admit it.
âitâs okay,â he said, standing up abruptly âyou can sit.â
he didnât know why he offered. he just acted instinctively. something about you made it feel natural.
you blinked up at him, cheeks warm, and sat down shyly. he moved to stand beside your seat, his posture almost⊠protective, shielding you from the crowd pressing in from all sides.
âeveryone alright?â the bus driver called out. a few mumbled responses followed, and the bus rolled forward again.
but sieun wasnât thinking about the bus anymore.
he was thinking about you.
you sat stiffly, clutching the straps of your worn-out bag, the straps fraying, the fabric faded, decorated with cute pins of characters he didnât recognize. your school uniform was from a nearby girlsâ school, not a fancy one. your lip gloss caught the light when you bit your lip anxiously.
you looked uncomfortable in the crowd.
you looked small.
you looked⊠cute.
cute?
his eyes widened slightly, and he snapped his gaze forward, stare locking onto nothing.
that wasâŠ
weird.
he didnât think things like that. he didnât feel things like that. not for strangers.
yet his heart beat just a bit faster.
and for the first time in a very long time, yeon sieun found himself disturbed â not by you falling into his lap⊠but by the unfamiliar warmth curling in his chest when he looked at you.
the second time you and sieun met was also an accident.
suho had dragged sieun and beomseok out to some restaurant that he swore had âthe best fried chicken in the whole world.â
sieun wasnât thrilled. heâd much rather be studying, but no one could ever win against ahn suhoâs relentless enthusiasm, so here he was.
the moment they stepped inside, though, sieun froze.
you were there.
sitting at a table packed with people your age â girls in the same school uniform as you, and a few guys who looked⊠wrong. loud, obnoxious, grinning like they owned the room.
and you, sitting on the edge of the cushioned bench, gripping the hem of your skirt so tightly your knuckles were white.
you didnât fit in with them.
not even a little.
then one of the guys slung an arm over your shoulders. you jolted, the exact same startled look from the bus flickering across your face.
ây/n!â he cooed, way too familiar.
y/n⊠so that was your name.
âletâs make a deal,â the guy said, leaning in close to your ear with a sleazy smirk âif you kiss me, you donât have to pay for our meal today. if you donât, youâre covering for the rest of the school year. so? what do you say?â
immediately you tried to pull away, but the girl across from you grabbed your wrists, holding you still. one of the girls lifted her phone to film this whole ordeal, another snorted something about how kissing you would probably be âgross.â
and sieun⊠sieun saw red.
before suho could even ask what was wrong, sieun was already moving â cutting through tables, chairs, startled waitresses â eyes locked on you.
âleave her aloneâ he said, voice cold and flat.
the guy laughed âand who the hell are you? hey, y/n, you know this dude? did you get yourself a boyfriend behind our backs?â
your eyes met sieunâs.
confused.
scared.
but there was hope too â tiny, trembling, impossible to miss.
and something inside him snapped.
sieun grabbed the nearest fork off the table, and without hesitation â without even blinking â he drove it straight through the guyâs hand where it rested on the wooden table.
the scream tore through the restaurant.
beomseok gasped. suho shouted âsieun!â and ran towards him, but it was too late âthe damage was already done.
âokayâ okay, thatâs enough, sieunâ suho said and sieun looked at him for half a second, calm as ever.
then he turned back to you.
he extended his hand gently, almost carefully, like the violence from two seconds earlier belonged to a different person entirely.
you didnât look back at your âfriends.â
you didnât look at the chaos unfolding behind you.
you just took his hand.
your fingers slid into his like instinct, like relief, like escape.
and the moment you stood, he stepped slightly in front of you, shielding you from the shocked stares as suho and beomseok hurried the four of you out the door and away from the mess.
you ran away few blocks away from the restaurant and as you hid in some alleyway, suho immediately exploded.
âsieun, what the hell was that? you canât just stab someone in public! again! first pens, now forks? are you serious?â
beomseok hovered awkwardly beside him.
but sieunâŠ
sieun didnât respond.
he wasnât even listening.
his eyes were fixed on you â the way your shoulders shook, the small tremble in your hands as you held your bag against your chest, trying to make yourself smaller.
he stepped a little closer, carefully, like he was approaching an injured animal.
âare you hurt?â he asked, voice strangely gentle.
you shook your head quickly ân-no⊠iâm okay. i justââ your voice cracked, and you looked down, embarrassed.
âthank you. for earlier,â you whispered âi⊠i didnât know what to do. iâm so tired of them. every day itâs something. and iââ
your words broke off, swallowed by your attempt not to cry.
beomseok looked at you then â really looked â and something sad flickered in his eyes.
he knew that exhaustion. that quiet desperation.
âwe get it,â he said softly âpeople can be⊠cruel.â
sieunâs gaze sharpened at that, but not in anger â in recognition.
he understood too.
âyou donât deserve thatâ beomseok said simply.
the four of you stood there in the cold, something heavy and unspoken settling between you.
then suho clapped his hands loudly, trying to shake the mood off.
âokay! emotional moment over! iâm still starving, and we risked getting banned from that place so someone owes me chicken.â
he turned to you with a bright grin.
âcome with us! weâll treat you. right guys?â
beomseok nodded politely. sieun didnât move, but his eyes flicked to you â unreadable, but waiting.
you smiled, timid and grateful.
âyouâve already done more than enough for me. really. i⊠i should just go home now.â
suho deflated dramatically.
âaww, câmon, itâs just chickenââ
but sieun spoke before he could finish.
âiâll walk youâ he said.
no hesitation. no question. just certainty.
you stiffened, cheeks warming.
âo-oh⊠you donât have toââ
âi want toâ he said plainly.
and something in your chest unraveled just a little.
suho caught the way sieunâs eyes flickered the second you nodded. he didnât miss a thing. immediately, he slung an arm around beomseokâs shoulders, grinning like he knew a secret he wasnât supposed to know.
âokay, enjoy yourselves, me and beomseok are going to eatâ he sing-songed, even throwing in a very obvious wink.
sieun rolled his eyes so hard it was almost impressive, but he didnât bother arguing. he just turned towards you, quiet as ever.
the walk to your neighborhood was⊠silent. comfortable, somehow. sieun wasnât the type to fill the air with pointless words anyway. he didnât need to.
instead, he watched.
the way you kept your head slightly lowered when you walked, like you didnât want to take up too much space.
the way you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear every time the wind messed it up.
the way your shoes scuffed slightly with each step, like you were trying to walk softly even on concrete.
little things. small things. things he shouldnât care about.
but they all did something to him â something he couldnât name without feeling ridiculous.
âso this is my neighborhoodâ you said suddenly, stopping at a quiet street. he blinked, realizing just how far the two of you had wandered. he hadnât even noticed.
immediately his eyes swept the area â the narrow sidewalk, the flickering streetlight on the corner. he took it all in, mapping it in his head without even thinking about it.
then he looked back at you.
âthank you once again,â you said softly âit was⊠sieun, right? what you did means a lot to me.â
you smiled â small, shy, the kind you probably didnât show often.
and his heart did that weird thing again. that uncomfortable skip, like it was reacting before he could.
âit was nothingâ he said, voice even.
then, after a beat âcan i⊠get your number?â
your breath caught âm-my number?â
âso you can text me when you get home safeâ he added, so casually and plainly that you almost believed that was all it was. almost.
âoh. yeah, sure.â
you typed your number into his phone, your fingers just barely brushing his. he didnât move.
when you handed the phone back, he sent you a quick text, so that you had his number as well, and tucked the phone into his pocket with a quiet, firm nod.
âgoodnightâ you said, taking a small step back.
âtext meâ he replied.
not a request â a certainty.
you didnât even question it.
you waved once and then disappeared, heading towards your apartment building.
and sieun stood there for a long moment, staring at the spot youâd just been at â heart still doing that strange, unwelcome flutter.
the third time you and sieun met⊠it wasnât an accident anymore.
he planned it. every second of it.
he was supposed to be studying â a video of his mom explaining math formulas playing on his laptop â but his eyes kept drifting, unfocused. every time he blinked, he saw you sitting in that restaurant booth, trembling under those filthy hands. he heard your voice, small and tired, telling him you were âso doneâ with the bullies.
and tomorrow⊠you were going back there.
without him.
he paused the video. his leg bounced. then, before he could talk himself out of it, he typed the name of your school into the search bar.
not because he wanted to be a creep.
no. he told himself that over and over.
he just⊠needed to make sure you were safe. that was all.
so the next day, after his classes ended, he walked straight to your school and positioned himself near the gate â close enough to see you, far enough not to look like he was waiting for you.
he knelt down on the sidewalk, pretending to tie his shoelaces. he even rehearsed a sentence in his head âthereâs a bus that goes to my cram school nearby, i stopped for a second.â
normal. casual. reasonable.
he stayed like that for minutes, hands hovering near his shoes, waiting.
untilâ
âsieun?â
your voice. right behind him.
he tightened his grip on the laces so he wouldnât immediately turn around and stare at you like he wanted to. then he glanced back, perfectly composed.
âoh. hi.â he said, as if it really was nothing.
but then he stood â and the moment he did, he noticed it.
your uniform. ripped right at the shoulder. the ribbon on your uniform barely holding up too, threads hanging, fabric stretched.
his expression didnât change much. but something in his eyes⊠froze.
âwhat happened?â
you immediately looked away when he asked, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag.
âitâs nothing,â you mumbled, trying to sound light âjust⊠clumsy me, i guess.â
sieun didnât buy that for even half a second.
his eyes sharpened âwas it the girls?â
you froze.
that was all the answer he needed.
his jaw clenched â so quietly, so subtly â but the change in him was unmistakable. something cold and dangerous slid behind his eyes, the same thing suho always warned people about.
âshould i take care of it?â he asked, voice still calm, but with a certain edge âjust tell me if they touched you.â
your breath hitched.
before he could take a step towards the school gate, you reached out on instinct â your hands catching his.
his entire body jolted like youâd shocked him.
he looked down at your fingers wrapped around his, pink dust spreading across his cheekbones so fast he didnât even have time to hide it.
ân-no,â you whispered, holding on a little tighter âplease donât do anything. i just⊠i just wanna go home.â
sieun swallowed, hard.
for a moment he didnât move at all â like your touch pinned him to the earth.
then he sighed, shoulders lowering a fraction.
ââŠfine.â
he wasnât happy about it, but heâd listen if you asked.
you started walking together, silence settling softly between you. after a minute, you glanced at him.
âbut⊠what were you even doing at my school anyways?â you asked, confused.
âah.â he looked forward again, slipping into his practiced excuse âthereâs a bus stop nearby. i was just on my way to cram school.â
you laughed a little âreally? thatâs kinda funny. we keep running into each other everywhere. like itâs fate or something.â
you smiled up at him, warm and innocent.
you had no idea.
no idea that he had searched your school last night.
no idea that he had stood here for ten whole minutes pretending to tie shoes that were already tied.
no idea how tightly he was gripping the sleeve of his bag to stop himself from reaching for your hand again.
âyeah,â sieun murmured, eyes softening as he watched you âfate.â
only he knew it wasnât.
only he knew heâd make sure it kept happening.
and as he promised â or rather, as he calculated â the âaccidentalâ meetings kept piling up.
at first they felt strange.
then suspicious.
then almost⊠familiar.
but to you, they seemed like coincidences.
to him, they were perfectly timed steps in a plan heâd never admit he was making.
your next encounter was at a local library.
you came there after school, hugging your books, looking for a quiet corner to study.
the moment you turned into the reading room, you froze.
sieun was already there. hunched over a thick textbook, earphones in, body perfectly still.
you hesitated before walking in â he looked so focused, so intensely absorbed, you didnât want to disturb him.
but somehow, without lifting his head, he said to you âyouâre blocking the light.â
your heart jumped.
âo-oh! sorryââ
you scurried to a corner table, cheeks warm.
he didnât look at you, not even once.
but every few minutes, he slightly shifted.
just enough to keep you in the corner of his vision.
as you packed your things later, he rose too.
at the same time.
almost like he had been waiting.
and offered to walk you home.
you went there again three days later, this time to a different floor, hoping for quiet.
he found you anyway.
you stood on your toes, reaching for a book on the top shelf when another hand brushed the spine.
you startled.
âahâ!â
âyouâll fallâ he said, grabbing the book effortlessly and handing it to you.
your fingers brushed his.
you yanked your hand back, flustered.
ât-thanksâŠâ
he stared down at you, expression unreadable âwhy do you keep coming here alone?â
âi⊠dunno. i like it. itâs peaceful.â
he exhaled once through his nose â not annoyance, not quite â something tense and restrained.
âbe careful,â he said âsome people are watching.â
you thought he meant the storeâs customers.
you didnât know he meant himself watching everyone around you.
then one late evening two weeks later your cram school ended and you ducked into the nearest convenience store craving something sweet.
you opened the fridge door â and nearly screamed.
he was standing on the other side, staring right at you.
âsieun?!â you clutched your chest.
he didnât flinch.
âyouâre loud.â
your ears burned with embarrassment âs-sorryâŠâ
without looking away, he reached into the fridge and held out your favorite drink.
you blinked at it, stunned.
âitâs on sale. here.â he said flatly.
âoh⊠thank youâ you murmured.
he paid for his things and left without a goodbye, but when you stepped outside, he was still there, leaning against the wall, pretending to check his phone, eyes flicking towards you the moment you passed.
you had no idea that this store was completely out of his way and he came there just for one reason â for you.
next encounter happened the same week. rain poured like the sky was collapsing.
you ran to the stop, completely soaked, hugging your backpack to your chest.
and thenâ
âyouâre wetâ he said simply.
you gasped when you saw him standing there, umbrella tilted toward you without explanation.
âw-what are you doing here?â
âwaiting.â
âfor⊠the bus?â
he didnât answer.
instead, he stepped closer until the umbrella covered you fully â and left himself getting drenched.
âyouâll get sickâŠâ you whispered.
âi wonâtâ he said âbut you will.â
your heart thudded strangely.
the bus came.
you both got on.
he took the seat beside you without asking.
and behind all these âcoincidences,â his thoughts only got sharper. darker. firmer.
he studied you whole â your routine, your habits, your favorite places, your weak points, your fears, the people who bothered you, the ones he already wanted gone.
he learned everything.
not because he meant harm.
but because something inside him had already decided that you were his to protect.
which is why, when you giggled one afternoon and said âwould you ever wanna actually hang out? since we keep running into each other like this constantlyâŠâ
he nodded casually, like it was nothing âsure.â
but inside?
inside he was already planning where, when, how, and what would happen next.
because fate had nothing to do with it.
he had been making sure you crossed paths with him every single time.
the hangout plan was simple â grab some refreshing drinks at a food truck and then take a walk through the little park you said you loved.
the one with the flowers that bloomed even when everything else felt cold.
you told him it was your âcomfort place,â somewhere you liked to clear your mind.
but sieun already knew that.
heâd known long before you mentioned it.
so when the school day ended, he headed straight there and ended up arriving way earlier than heâd planned.
the path was quiet, flowers swaying gently in the breeze, petals catching the fading light.
he glanced at his watch. thirty minutes too soon, but that was fine. he liked being early â better to wait than to be late.
then his phone buzzed.
from you.
y/n: sorry sieun, i canât make it. something came up.
he froze.
the text wasnât anything alarming on its own, except⊠it was from you.
you almost never texted.
ever.
his stomach dropped. something was off.
the phrasing, the tone â too clipped. too careful.
and with the way he knew you? that meant something bad was happening.
he scanned the park, eyes sharp. empty benches, childrenâs laughter in the distance, joggers passing by. no sign of you.
his hands balled into fists, jaw tight. every second without you felt like a lifetime.
finally, he made his way back to your neighborhood.
the streets were quiet. the sun was dipping below the horizon, and the shadows of the buildings stretched long.
and there you were.
your shoulders slumped, backpack hanging heavily on your back.
your hair was messy from the wind, eyes barely able to stay open.
he noticed the faint redness on your neck â a hickey â half-hidden by your collar.
ây/nâŠâ his voice was low, dangerous, full of worry.
he immediately rushed to your side, hands gripping your arms lightly to steady you.
âwhat happened? are you okay? tell meâ i need to know youâre okay.â
you blinked up at him, exhausted, ashamed, but also⊠relieved to see him.
he didnât let go.
not now.
not ever.
even in the dim light, with your body trembling from exhaustion, he could see it all. and his chest ached.
as he held your arms, you let yourself fold into him, your forehead resting lightly against his shoulder.
he wasnât warm â not exactly â but he was steady, and right now that was all you needed.
his hand hovered awkwardly for a second before settling on your back, stiff at first, then tightening as if he couldnât help himself.
after a few long, quiet minutes, your voice came out small âsorry for not showing up, sieun⊠would you like to go to my place insteadâŠ?â
he froze.
you could feel him gulp, his breath catching.
then a quiet, controlled nod.
you led him through the dim streets to your apartment â no lights on, no shoes by the door, just silence.
and sieun felt something in his chest twist sharply.
just like me⊠always coming back to an empty home.
weâre the same.
âdo you want tea, orââ
âwho did it, y/n?â
the words cut through the room like a knife. cold. immediate. no hesitation.
his eyes didnât move from the mark on your neck, the faint bruise that stood out against your skin like an offense carved into you.
you gave a weak, tired smile âremember the guys from the fried chicken place? yeah. do i⊠need to say more?â you laughed, but it was hollow, broken at the edges.
and when you tried to brush it offâ
âbut they didnât go any further than this, donât worry. it⊠could be worse.â
âsomething in him snapped.
his jaw clenched so tightly it almost shook.
his hands curled into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening.
you saw only a worried boy standing in your kitchen.
but on the inside there was a storm unfolding inside him.
they touched you.
they dared to put their hands on your skin.
they thought they could leave a mark on something that isnât theirs.
you came home shaking and drained and they laughed about it, probably, while you walked alone.
i shouldâve been there.
i should never have let you go by yourself.
you shouldnât have to deal with this at all â if you were with me, if you stayed by me, no one would dare.
his breathing grew quieter, deeper.
he stepped towards you.
ây/n,â he said softly, but the softness didnât reach his eyes âtell me their names.â
you shook your head immediately, but he didnât look away.
he just stood there, expression unreadable, gaze burning.
if you wonât tell me, iâll find out myself.
i already know where they work.
iâve already watched them once. it wonât be hard.
he reached out and brushed your hair behind your ear, gentle and careful, yet his fingers trembled, as if trying to restrain something much darker inside him.
âthis wonât happen againâ he murmured.
a promise, a threat â both.
ânot to you.â
you exhaled shakily, and for a moment he just stared at you â really stared.
like he was memorizing every flicker of your expression, every tiny movement of your beautiful lips, every bruise on your skin that did not belong there.
by now, sieun couldnât wake up without thinking about you.
couldnât walk home without checking the streets you took.
couldnât study without imagining you sitting beside him.
you had slipped into his world slowly, completely by accident, until there was no part of his life left untouched by you.
you didnât know it, but he had rearranged entire days around your safety. your comfort. your smile.
and the thought of someone hurting you again made something cold twist violently inside him.
âdonât come to school tomorrow,â he said, voice flat, steady â the way it always got when he had already made up his mind âstay home. iâm gonna take care of your bullying problem.â
he turned, already planning, already calculating, already ready to walk out your door and ruin anyone who dared lay a hand on you.
but your breath hitched, and your fingers gently curled around his.
just that tiny touch froze him in place.
just you.
âbe⊠careful⊠please.â
his eyes flicked down to where your hand held his.
so small.
so trusting.
so warm.
for a second, something in him cracked open â a terrifying tenderness he wasnât used to feeling.
âi willâ he said quietly.
because for you, heâd be careful.
for you, heâd be ruthless.
for you, heâd burn the whole world if he had to.
the next day, sieun skipped school.
it was so unlike him that suho and beomseok both spammed his phone, the notifications lighting up his pocket over and over â but he ignored every single one.
he never put anyone before his studies.
never.
until you.
he walked straight to your school, expression blank, steps precise.
he had already memorized the buildingâs layout last night, piecing it together from every photo, every mention youâd ever made, every scrap of information he could dig up.
and when he finally found the classroom the girls were in, he didnât knock. he just opened the door and walked in.
the room went still.
âuhâ who are you?â one girl scoffed, adjusting her lip gloss.
another one whispered that he looked creepy.
someone else laughed nervously, pointing out that heâs that weird guy from the fried chicken place.
sieun didnât react.
he just stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the room one by one⊠cold. calculating.
finally, his gaze landed on the main girl â the one whose nail marks he had notice on your wrist that day, when she was trying to hold you in place, when that disgusting guy was touching you.
she froze.
sieun took a slow step towards her desk.
just one.
and somehow the whole room felt smaller.
âyouâ he said quietly âstand up.â
she scoffed again, but it cracked at the edges.
âwâwhy? who the hell do you think youââ
he dropped something on her desk.
your ripped uniform ribbon.
her face drained of color.
si-eun leaned in slightly, just enough so only she could hear âtouch her again,â he whispered, voice low and steady âand iâll make sure everyone in this school knows everything youâve been hiding.â
her eyes widened â because the folder under his arm?
it had her name on it.
and si-eun didnât bluff.
âi donât hit girls,â he continued, straightening up âbut i donât need to.â
then he turned to the rest of them â the whole group shrinking under the weight of his stare.
âsheâs not alone anymore,â he said simply âtry anything⊠and youâll regret it.â
he didnât shout.
he didnât threaten violently.
he didnât have to.
the girls were already trembling, gathering their bags, ready to run â but si-eun wasnât finished.
he paused in the doorway and looked back.
âwhere are the guys?â
no one answered.
his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.
âi wonât ask twice.â
one of the girls â the one who mocked you the loudest â broke down instantly.
ât-theyâre at the gym! the one a few blocks awayâ behind the convenience store! that one!â
sieun nodded once.
like that was the answer he expected.
and then he left.
the gym smelled like sweat and metal, grimy and loud â and si-eun walked straight in, ignoring every stare.
the guys were clustered near the weights, laughing, bragging, alive with that ugly energy he remembered all too well.
the one who tried to forcefully kiss you the other day was the first to notice him.
âhey, youâre that kid from the restaurant.â he grinned âthe fork stunt that you pulled because of that babe was craââ
he didnât finish.
si-eun grabbed a dumbbell â small enough to lift quickly, heavy enough to break a bone â and smashed it onto the guyâs foot with a terrifying precision.
the scream that tore out of him echoed across the gym.
three others lunged at si-eun at once.
he ducked under the first punch, calculating distances, angles, momentum â he didnât have strength, but he didnât need it.
he fought like math.
a weight bar to block.
a quick shove that sent someone stumbling into a machine.
a heel to a knee joint, perfectly placed.
but he took hits, too.
because he was still human.
a fist split his lip.
another left his ribs throbbing.
he didnât stop.
he couldnât.
not when the image of your tired eyes, your shaking hands, that damned bruised mark on your neck burned behind his eyelids.
finally, he forced the last guy down, pinning him with a forearm across his throat â not enough to choke, but enough to remind him he could.
si-eun wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
his voice was low, almost bored.
âlisten carefully.â
the guy under him froze.
âif you ever touch her again⊠if you even look at her in a way i donât likeâŠâ
he leaned in closer, expression flat, emotionless.
âiâll kill you.â
the guy started shaking.
hard.
âo-okayâ okayââ
ânot âokayââ si-eun corrected, tightening his grip briefly ânever again.â
he let go and stood, breathing hard, bruised, split lip dripping red.
the gym was silent.
everyone watched him leave â a thin, quiet boy with blood on his chin and murder in his eyes.
and si-eun didnât look back once.
he had one goal now.
one person.
you.
you stayed home like he told you to.
you curled up on the couch with a cup of tea, trying to distract yourself, but your mind kept circling back to him.
youâd be lying if you said he didnât⊠scare you a little.
you werenât stupid.
it was strange how often he appeared wherever you were, how he always seemed to know things you never told him.
there was something in his eyes, something sharp and unreadable, something that made your heart quicken for reasons you couldnât name.
but that same gaze always softened when it landed on you.
and compared to the people who actually hurt you⊠a boy who fought for you, who stood in front of you every time, didnât feel like a threat.
at least not to you.
still, the silence of your apartment made it too easy to overthink, too easy to replay every moment in your head.
your fingers tapped anxiously against your mug.
then â a faint knock, barely there.
your breath hitched as you stood and opened the door.
and there he was.
blood smeared across his lip.
bruises darkening along his jaw.
one hand pressed against his ribs like he was holding himself together.
his eyes, however, were calm. eerily calm.
âitâs done,â he said quietly âthey wonât bother you anymore.â
no pride.
no explanation.
just the truth, dropped into the small space between you like a confession.
you didnât ask what he did.
you didnât need to.
you grabbed his wrist gently and pulled him inside, already searching for the first aid kit.
your hands were shaking. not from fear, but from how badly you wanted to fix him.
he sat on the couch without complaint, watching you in that steady way he always did.
you knelt in front of him and dabbed at the dried blood on his lip, reaching towards a bruise on his cheekâ
but his hand came up suddenly, fingers curling around your wrist.
you froze.
looked up.
his voice was low, rough, like each word was dragged out of him.
âdonât go anywhere without me now.â
your breath caught.
âyou wonât need school anymore. iâm smart. i can teach you everything at home.â
his thumb brushed slowly over the inside of your wrist.
âyouâll be safe. always. under my control.â
your heart pounded, but you didnât pull away.
his eyes softened then â dangerously gentle.
âi⊠i love you, y/n.â
his voice cracked, just a little.
âand if something happened to youââ
he swallowed, jaw tightening.
âiâd lose my mind.â
he waited.
for your fear.
for your rejection.
for anything that would make him step back.
but you looked at him â bruised, trembling, desperate â and something inside you eased.
you nodded.
a tiny, fragile movement.
âokay.â
his fingers tightened around your hand, like he had finally been given permission to breathe.
after this you slowly started to patch him up properly. he tried not to react â but he couldnât hide it. not from you.
your fingers brushed the cut on his cheek.
his breath hitched.
your palm steadied his jaw.
his eyelashes fluttered, throat tightening.
every place you touched burned â not with pain, but something far worse. something heâd been trying to smother for days now. he felt your warmth seep into him, seep under his skin, seep into the spaces heâd locked off from everyone else his entire life.
and you didnât pull away.
you stayed.
with him.
it nearly broke him.
his eyes drifted to the hickey on your neck like a magnet, dark and ugly against your skin. he reached out, fingers trembling as they traced the mark âi hate that they thought they could do this to youâŠâ
your expression shifted instantly. you stepped back, covering the mark with your hand, avoiding his gaze. embarrassed. ashamed.
âdonât⊠remind me. please. i feel disgusting walking around with this. i⊠never wanted my first kiss, or anything soâ i donât knowâ intimate like thisâŠâ
your voice wavered, soft, honest in a way it had never been before.
âi wanted someone who matters to touch me like that. not⊠them.â
sieun blinked. once. twice.
âdo i matter?â he asked, voice plain â too plain â but inside him everything crashed and twisted at once. jealousy. anger. disgust. possessiveness. sadness. love. lust.
he hated that they hurt you.
hated that they touched something that was never theirs to touch.
âhuh?â you looked up at him again, confused for a second, then your expression softened. after a moment of quiet thought, you nodded.
âyeah⊠i think you do.â
your cheeks warmed instantly, because you knew exactly what you were implying. so did he.
something in sieun stuttered â a breath, a heartbeat, the thin thread of restraint heâd been clinging to.
his eyes dropped to the mark on your neck again. his jaw tightened, then he leaned in just a little, enough for you to feel the heat of his breath.
âand if i hid that ugly mark with my ownâŠâ he murmured, voice low, eyes locked on yours âwould you mind?â
you swallowed nervously.
agreeing felt terrifying. but it also felt safe and⊠with sieun it felt almost right.
âi⊠i wouldnât mindâ you whispered, voice small but sure.
his breath hitched â just enough for you to notice â and you shifted closer, sitting down beside him. your knee brushed his, and somehow that tiny touch made his shoulders tense, like he was trying not to tremble.
you leaned in first, barely, a soft nudge of your lips against his.
he kissed you back â shy, clumsy, almost hesitant. it was obvious he didnât have any real experience, his movements unsure, searching, learning you in real time.
but you werenât any better.
so you didnât mind.
you just let him kiss you.
slowly, like the gravity between you was pulling him down, he braced a hand beside your hip and leaned over you until your back met the couch cushions. his hair fell a little into his eyes, the bruises on his face made him look even softer, somehow.
âtell me if you want me to stopâ he murmured, breath brushing your skin.
you shook your head and that was all he needed.
his lips trailed downwards, slow and careful, giving you chance after chance to pull away. he reached the mark on your neck, and for a moment he only pressed a gentle kiss there. a question. a warning. a promise.
you let out a soft, shaky sigh.
and something in him snapped loose at that soft sound of yours.
his mouth closed over the mark and then he began to suck, deliberate and unhurried. like he could erase every trace of what they did. like he could overwrite it with himself. like cleansing a wound, purifying something sacred that had been dirtied.
each slow pull of his lips felt like him saying mine mine mine without ever speaking a word.
and you didnât push him away.
you couldnât hold back the sounds that slipped out of you, breathy moans that you couldnât control. your fingers gripped at the sleeves of his shirt, pulling him closer without even realizing it. and the moment he heard you, really heard you, he didnât stop. couldnât.
he moved lower, then higher, then across your throat, slow and possessive. each kiss turned into another mark, each mark darker than the last. he mapped your neck with his mouth, claiming every inch of skin they had touched, every place that made you shiver under him.
you were wriggling beneath him, face flushed, breaths coming unevenly. his weight above you, the heat of his body, the desperation in every kiss â it all made your pulse race.
after a few minutes he finally pulled back, bracing himself above you. his elbows sank into the couch and he looked down at you through heavy lashes. his lips were swollen, darker now, his breath uneven. there was a tiny curve to his mouth, a hint of a smile you had never seen on him before â dangerous in how soft it was.
âiâll make you happy, y/n,â he whispered, voice rough and sure ânow that youâre mine⊠thereâs nothing left in this world that can hurt you.â
your heart stuttered in your chest, the words crashing over you like a tide you couldnât fight.
and all you could do, all you wanted to do, was pull him back down.
you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, deeper this time, trusting him, surrendering to him, letting him have you the way he had wanted from the very beginning.
and he kissed you like he planned to keep you forever. because he did.
>> one's love language usually stems from what they want to receive- you give what you want to receive.
sypnosis: what would each of whc's characters' love languages be? (a lil analysis on some parts)
featuring: yeon sieun, anh suho, oh beomseok, park humin, go hyuntak, kang wooyoung, geum seongje, na baekjin.
cw: none i think :-)
a/n: lmk what u think! comments are always appreciated <3
yeon sieun
-> acts of service & quality time.
- he essentially makes your everyday life easier.
- for instance: he does your chores before you get the chance to, leaves little reminders about your upcoming errands, cooks meals for you when you're busy...etc
- also, si eun would constantly check up on you.
- you always receive those "did you get home safe?" or "are you ok?" texts from him.
- he just wants you to be safe.
- oh and he wouldn't hesitate to protect you. if he even gets the hint that someone is bothering you, he'd (methodically) mess them up.
- he also LOVES spending time with you, even if he doesn't show it.
- he'd probably be too hesitant to ask you out. but if he gets the chance, he'd take you on study dates, movie nights, or just anywhere really- as long as you're there.
- si eun isn't very expressive with his words or expressions, but you can see his love in every little thin he does.
anh suho
-> quality time & physical touch
- ALWAYS makes excuses to hangout with you.
- he doesn't have a lot of time on his hands due to the balance between helping out with household work and working at his part-time jobs, so time is extremely valuable to him.
- spends most of his freetime with you, sometimes his friends will tag along too!
- he also has the constant itch to touch you. not in a sexual way, but in more of a affectionate way.
- like, he'd sling an arm over your shoulders, hold your hand, or simply bump your shoulder with his and not move.
- after the incident, you and sieun would see eachother pretty often. while he never goes in, you'd understand his heartbreak, just like he understands yours. so yea! glad you have someone to relate to!
oh beomseok
-> words of affirmation
- like i mentioned at the very top, people's love languages typically stem from their own wants, so i think it's no surprise that beomseok's love language would be words of affirmation.
- i've seen a lot that is gift-giving, and while that may be true, i think words of affirmation is just more important to him.
- after every conversation, date or hangout, he'd squeak out an "i love you!".
- his text messages to you would also have a lot of emotes like '<3', ':)', ':D', '(âąÌáŽâąÌ)Ù' , etc..
- also, he would always reassure you spontaneously. you could be having a convo about something silly and out of nowhere, he'd say: "you're the only one who truly sees me; i love you."
- he's just insecure, and i truly believe that if he just had someone who treated him the way he deserved, he wouldnt've turned out that way.
- lets thank sieun for caring abt him though, im not forgetting about that<3.
'gotak' go hyuntak
-> words of affirmation & gift giving
- he's such a boyish person to me, if that makes sense.
- typical highschool sweetheart. showers you with attention and cringy pickup lines HAHHA
- i think he could be a little shy with physical touch, but he has this spontaneous burst of courage to flirt with you multiple times a day.
- even as time passes with your relationship, gotak would never fail to compliment you whenever he gets the chance.
- and i also feel like he'd be such a good gift-giver.
- would give you the most thoughtful gifts ever, with a letter attached (he's not so good with his words, but his heart is there, ykwim?)
- gotak would probably be the most emotionally stable one out of everyone here, im js saying..
'baku' park humin
-> physical touch & acts of service
- as we all know, baku is a pretty touchy person.
- he'd ruffle your hair, hold your hand, sling his arm over your shoulder...yeah.
- he, much like suho, also has this pathological need to have skin-to-skin contact with you at all times.
- moreover, baku knows that taking care of a household is difficult on top of your schoolwork and etc, so he'd be a big help with errands and chores.
- although all that stuff with baekjin and the union would seperate the two of you momentarily, but he doesn't give up easily. he'll always love you unless you give him a reason not to.
kang wooyoung
-> physical touch
- due to his illegally short screentime, from how i see him, wooyoung is a pretty stereotypical 'bad boy', so i would associate him with their characteristics.
- he always has a hand on your waist or hip, kinda like a message to other people that says 'do not touch or you die'.
- also loves hugging you from behind. kang wooyoung (or more like cha woomin) is extremely tall compared to the average height for women. he loves engulfing your shorter stature.
geum seongje
-> quality time & acts of service.
- i used to think seongje would never take a relationship seriously, but after rewatching that one scene where he thought baekjin would've atleast thought to ask him 'are you okay' has made me think otherwise.
- seongje is a pretty busy person, but he would definitely make time for you.
- whether its hanging out with you in the internet cafe, smoke break in the bowling alley, or making you record his fights (like the one with juntae and gotak), he would always bring you everywhere.
- he'd skip meetings for you too. (saw a fic on this)
- he does NOT want to seperate from you. he doesn't trust anyone, so if he trusts you, its gonna be overwhelming.
- he's not really big on words, but his actions would prove his devotion to you.
- he'd complain but still carry you when your feet hurt, buy you groceries when you're busy, pick you up at the dead of night when you need him...
- and almost all the money he earns from the union goes to you, ESPECIALLY if you have financial issues.
- he wants you to live a smooth life, and he wants you to live it while you're beside him.
na baekjin
-> acts of service, quality time & gift-giving.
- i cant decide between these 3 because i lwk feel like he'd be a relatively good bf, despite having little to no free time at all.
- he seems cold and calculating, but he's honestly just a scared teenager who is extremely loyal to those who have cared for him unconditionally.
- baekjin would do things for you without complaint. your feet hurt in your new heels? take his shoes, he'll walk home in socks. you need a ride somewhere? him or his goons will pick you up in 5 minutes. you haven't eaten breakfast? here's a homemade sandwich.
- baekjin is the kind of person who would take you out on expensive dates to make up for barely having time for you.
- high-end restaurants, shopping at luxurious stores, concerts of your favourite artists...he just loves seeing you happy and money isn't a problem.
- also would gift you expensive jewellery, items of your interest, or really anything you want. he wants you to know that can take care of you.
