Hi, I really like your fanfics here and on Wattpad. Could you write something about Seungje? One where he has a secret/low-profile relationship to protect his girlfriend, but one day when he's while doing some union work, he realizes that his girlfriend is a victim of bullying.They both go to different schools. She was like a Juntae or Beomseok at her school and never told Seungje anything because she was embarrassed that he would find out and think she was pathetic or something. I hope you like the idea 🫂
PATHETIC;gsj
Geum Seongje x Fem Reader
N O T E : Yesterday was my birthday so i couldn´t update, but i hope this is what you asked for baeeee!
Geum Seongje was, in every sense of the word, completely deranged.
Everyone in the district knew it. The thugs from other schools trembled just hearing his name. His reputation in the Union, under Na Baekjin's command, was built on broken bones and sadistic smiles.
Seongje enjoyed violence. He enjoyed the sound of someone's nose breaking under his fist. He had no empathy, no mercy, and definitely no patience.
But there was one exception to all his twisted rules. Just one.
Her.
Their relationship was the best-kept secret in all of Seoul. No one in the Union, not even his closest subordinates, knew she existed. Seongje had personally made sure of that.
In his world, showing weakness was a death sentence. If his enemies discovered that the great Geum Seongje had a girlfriend, they would go after her without hesitation to use her against him.
And Seongje couldn't allow that. Because she wasn't part of his world.
She went to a different school, an academy that seemed quiet and normal. She was shy, studious, and whenever she was with him, she always wore a sweet smile. Seongje saw her as something fragile, something pure that he needed to keep far away from the blood and filth of his own life.
That's why his dates were always low-profile: late-night walks, dinners in distant restaurants, or nights in his apartment where no one could bother her.
He cared for her in his own rough but possessive way. And she always told him everything was fine. That school was going great, that her classes were boring but peaceful.
But it was all a damn lie.
And Seongje was about to find out in the worst possible way.
It was Thursday afternoon. Seongje was in a foul mood.
He had gone to collect money from a group of idiots who were late with their Union payments. Coincidentally, the meeting spot was just a few blocks from her school. He finished quickly, breaking a couple of ribs to make the message clear, and sent his subordinates back.
He decided to stay a while. Leaning against the wall of a filthy alley, he lit a cigarette, exhaling gray smoke into the cloudy sky. He thought about texting her to meet later, since she was nearby.
But before he could pull out his phone, he heard noises coming from behind an abandoned building at the end of the alley.
Teenage voices. Mocking laughter, a dull thud, and the sound of coins hitting the ground.
Seongje rolled his eyes. He hated kids playing at being thugs. Normally, he would have ignored them. It wasn't his problem if some losers were fighting over lunch money.
"This is all you brought?" a shrill, annoying girl's voice rang out. "I told you I wanted the cream bread from the downtown bakery, stupid. Are you deaf or just an idiot?"
"I-I'm sorry… they were sold out…" came a trembling, timid reply.
The cigarette nearly slipped from Seongje's fingers.
That voice.
He froze. His brain short-circuited for a split second. He knew that voice perfectly. It was the same voice that said "good morning" on the phone, the same voice that laughed at his sarcastic comments.
He dropped the cigarette and walked silently toward the back of the building, hiding behind a dumpster to see what was happening.
What he saw made his blood freeze, then boil.
There she was.
Kneeling on the dirty concrete. Her uniform stained with dust. In front of her stood four of her classmates: two girls and two boys. One boy was rummaging through her backpack, tossing her notebooks to the ground, while the leader girl sneered at her, clutching the little money she had.
She was the perfect target. The errand girl. The punching bag. She was the victim everyone trampled at school.
"You're useless," the girl spat, slapping her across the left cheek.
The sound echoed through the alley.
She lowered her head, curling into herself, trembling with fear. She didn't fight back. She didn't scream. She just let them hit her, as if she were completely used to it. As if it was her daily routine.
Seongje felt the world stop.
His mind filled with questions. Why hadn't she told him? Why did she always smile when he asked about school? How long had she been enduring this while he thought she was safe?
But the questions vanished quickly, replaced by something far more familiar to Geum Seongje: murderous, sadistic, uncontrollable rage.
One of the boys raised his foot to kick her in the stomach, mocking her.
But the blow never landed.
Before his foot could touch her, Seongje burst from hiding. With terrifying speed, he grabbed the boy by the collar and slammed him against the brick wall.
The impact was brutal. The boy spat blood instantly and collapsed, clutching his head and groaning in pain.
Silence fell over the alley.
She looked up, tears in her eyes, her cheek red, and felt her heart stop.
It was Seongje.
He was there. He had seen everything.
The other three froze, pale with terror. They recognized the jacket, the hair, and above all, the twisted, psychotic smile on Seongje's face.
"Well, well…" Seongje said, cracking his knuckles slowly. "Looks like the trash from this school has too much free time."
"G-Geum Seongje?!" stammered the other boy, backing into the trash cans. "W-we didn't do anything! We don't have problems with the Union!"
Seongje let out a dark, humorless laugh. He didn't look at them. He looked down at her.
She was paralyzed. The fear she felt for the bullies was nothing compared to the absolute panic of Seongje seeing her like this. Her biggest secret, her deepest shame, had just been exposed.
She knew how pathetic she was. She knew she was a coward who let herself be humiliated like a stray dog.
"No problems with the Union…" Seongje repeated, dragging out the words. Then he lifted his gaze, his eyes turning into black pits of madness. "But you've got a very, very big problem with me."
Without warning, he lunged forward. He grabbed the boy by the hair and kneed him in the face. The sound of cartilage breaking was sickening. The boy collapsed unconscious instantly.
The two girls screamed, trying to run.
But Seongje had no mercy. Not even for girls. He grabbed the leader by her backpack and threw her to the ground with brutal force. He leaned over, gripping her collar and lifting her slightly off the floor.
"What's wrong?" Seongje whispered, his sadistic smile inches from her terrified face. "Not so tough now? Where's that strength you use to slap people?"
"Please! Let me go!" she cried desperately.
Seongje looked at her with disgust and tossed her aside like garbage. He kicked her ribs, knocking the air out of her.
"Look at her again… breathe near her again, and next time I won't just break your face. I'll rip out your eyes and make you eat them," Seongje warned coldly. Those still conscious nodded frantically, crawling away like cockroaches.
When the bullies disappeared, limping and crying, silence returned.
Seongje stood with his back to her for a few seconds, his shoulders rising and falling as he tried to control the adrenaline and the urge to keep beating someone to death.
She was still on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn't dare make a sound.
She waited for the moment he turned, looked at her with disgust, and told her that she made him sick. That she was a loser he didn't want anymore.
Seongje turned slowly.
He walked toward her. His footsteps echoed on the concrete.
He stopped in front of her. His tall, threatening figure cast a shadow. She shrank further, closing her eyes tightly, bracing for cruel words.
But instead, Seongje let out a long, heavy sigh. He crouched down, and without a word, took her arms and lifted her carefully.
"Seongje… I…" her voice broke into a sob.
"Shut up. Don't talk here," he cut her off sharply, making her flinch.
He picked up her notebooks, stuffed them back into her bag, slung it over his shoulder, grabbed her hand firmly, and pulled her out of the alley toward the car Na Baekjin had given him for "work," though Seongje clearly didn't care what it was for.
He opened the passenger door, pushed her gently inside, then got into the driver's seat.
He started the engine, locked the doors, and sped off.
Seongje drove fast, gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw was tense. He hadn't looked at her once since leaving the alley.
She sat curled up, hugging her knees, crying silently. Shame consumed her.
She had spent months pretending to be normal around him. Seongje was feared, strong, untouchable. What would he think now? She knew perfectly well. He'd think she was pathetic. A victim, good for nothing but errands. Surely he'd leave her. How could the great Geum Seongje be with the school's punching bag?
Finally, Seongje stopped abruptly near the Han River. He killed the engine.
The silence inside the car was suffocating.
"Explain," Seongje suddenly said. His voice was low, grave, demanding.
She swallowed hard, unable to meet his eyes. Her trembling hands were all she could look at.
"I'm sorry…" she managed between sobs. "I-I know you're going to leave me… I know I disgust you…"
Seongje frowned. He turned fully toward her, resting one arm on the back of her seat.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, sounding genuinely confused and angry.
"That I'm pathetic!" she burst out, finally lifting her tear-filled eyes to his. "You saw it, Seongje! I'm a loser! I let them hit me, steal my money, treat me like trash. I don't fight back. I'm a punching bag. I'm exactly the kind of person you always mock!"
Silence filled the car again. Seongje stared at her, analyzing every word, every tear sliding down her face.
"And why the hell didn't you tell me?" he demanded, raising his voice slightly. "We've been together for months. I always ask how you're doing. You always say everything's perfect! Why did you lie to my face?"
"Because I was scared!" she cried, breaking down even more. "I was scared that if you found out, you'd think I'm weak and boring. You're strong, Seongje. Everyone fears you. If you knew I was the girl everyone humiliates… you'd be ashamed of me. You'd pity me."
At her confession, Seongje's expression shifted.
The fury he'd felt toward the bullies faded for a moment, replaced by frustration—and something else.
Something he almost never felt: guilt.
He had thought he was protecting her by keeping her hidden. He thought his world was the only dangerous one. It had never crossed his mind that in her "boring" school, parasites were making her life hell, and she was enduring it alone out of fear of his reaction.
He cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair in desperation.
Then he leaned forward, unbuckled her seatbelt in one swift motion, and pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly across the console.
The movement was so sudden she let out a small gasp, but the moment she felt his strong, warm arms around her, she collapsed completely, burying her face in his neck, sobbing until she couldn't breathe.
"You're a complete idiot…" Seongje whispered near her ear. His voice was still rough, but the way he held her, crushing her against his chest as if she were the most precious thing in the world, said otherwise.
"I-I'm sorry…" she cried.
"Shut up. Don't apologize for this," he scolded, his hand clumsy but firm as it stroked her hair. "Listen carefully, because I won't repeat it. I don't care if you're weak. I don't care if you can't fight. That's my job. I'm the monster, I'm the one who breaks bones. Got it?"
She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, still hiccupping from the sobs.
"But… don't I make you… ashamed?"
Seongje snorted, wiping her tears with his thumbs, careful when he touched the red mark on her cheek. Seeing it made his jaw clench with rage again.
"The only thing that pisses me off is that you didn't tell me sooner," he admitted. "It makes me sick to think of all the times those bastards touched you and I wasn't there to rip their arms off. Ashamed of you? Don't say stupid things. You're mine. You're the only thing in this damn world that really matters to me. And nobody—absolutely nobody—has the right to trample what's mine."
His words were raw, possessive, even frightening, but coming from Geum Seongje, they were the deepest, most sincere declaration of love possible.
He didn't judge her for being weak. On the contrary, his violent instinct to protect had ignited completely—just for her.
"Seongje… I don't want you to get into trouble at my school…" she murmured, feeling safer in his arms but still worried.
He smirked. That cold, dangerous smirk that defined him.
"Too late for that. Those idiots I left in the alley already got the message. But just in case, tomorrow I'm paying your school a little visit during lunch break," he said calmly, which was even more terrifying. "I'll make sure the whole damn academy knows who you belong to. No one will ever look at you wrong again. And if they do, I'll burn that school down with them inside."
Her eyes widened in alarm. "No! You can't burn the school!"
Seongje laughed. A rough, genuine laugh. He cupped her face and kissed her deeply, leaving her breathless and wiping away all her insecurities in one stroke.
"It was a metaphor. More or less…" he teased, brushing his nose against hers. "But I mean it. No more secrets. No more hiding you to protect you. Clearly, hiding didn't work. From now on, everyone's going to know you're mine. Let's see if anyone in this city is suicidal enough to lay a finger on you once they know Geum Seongje is your boyfriend."
She felt a massive weight lift off her shoulders. She leaned against his chest again, closing her eyes.
For the first time in months, she wasn't afraid anymore.
"Thank you, Seongje…" she whispered.
"You'd better not hide anything from me again, or I'll punish you myself," he warned, kissing her forehead. "And tomorrow you're giving me the list of names of everyone who treated you badly. Every single one."
"Seongje, it's not necessary, you scared them enough today…"
"Not negotiable," he snapped, starting the car again. "We're going to my place. I'll put ice on that cheek. And then you're going to eat properly, because I'm sure those parasites stole your lunch."
She smiled faintly, nodding as she settled back into the seat.
Geum Seongje was a psychopath, violent, sadistic, and dangerous. But somehow, he was her savior. And as long as she was by his side, she knew perfectly well that never, ever again would anyone make her feel pathetic.
o my fucking god i would literally let this man do whatever he wanted with me, and i would make him do roleplay like interpreting su gang or seong je while we are alone… someone call a therapist for me💪🏻😭
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