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You can pretend it's meant to be (Hey)
But you can't stay away from me
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He's so fine omg

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Yeah, you can start over, you can run free (Hey)
You can find other fish in the sea (Hey)
You can pretend it's meant to be (Hey)
But you can't stay away from me
obsessed with yandere hyuk bruh
He's so fine omg
Hummingbird crew Military service/Bootcamp Headcanons!!
Idea by owenknight. I honestly love this since I met so many people at my camp they acted like some of these characters which is fucking hilarious. Btw I'm doing this based on the USA military, not the Korean one. I fear I would do the research for how the Korean military works but that would take me way too long to do it accurately
Dom
He got scouted by every branch except the Airforce and Space Force. He ended up going for the Marines, a decision he would regret later on.
He cried when they shaved his head
His time at bootcamp was ROUGH. Unlike the others that knew what they were getting themselves into, he had no idea that he had chosen one of the strictest branches. He constantly gets smoked due to speaking, moving, and just outright breathing the wrong way. He managed to finesse himself a "double rations" badge and is constantly getting into fights because of others trying to take it away.
He couldn't handle not being able to call or communicate with anyone for the entire 4 months. He felt depressed due to the isolation, but he sure made some good friends while training.
I miss hyeok, I miss shelly, I miss WB sm
âTangled Threads, Untouched Wingsâ
Pairing: Kwon Hyuk Ă Fem!Reader
Genre: Soft-dark romance, slice of life, subtle obsession, quiet fluff, character-driven, intimacy through small actions
Rating: teen (non-explicit, emotionally intimate)
TW: Obsessive tendencies, emotional dependency undertones, Hyukâs distorted mindset (lightly present), contrast behavior (soft vs. ruthless)
A/N: havenât written Hyuk in sooo longđ„č feel like im kinda out of ideas but i still really wanna write if anyoneâs got ideas pls drop them for me
(@dzvelinaskebiyars @shintaru @i-nssomniia @zyart-jpg @sylith)
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Most people only get to know Kwon Hyuk through the jagged shards he leaves behind.
They know him through the chilling rumors whispered in the dark. Through the catastrophic accidents no one dares to look at twice. Or through the high-pitched screech of metal grinding against asphalt until sparks fly.
But you? You know him in the silenceâwith a hair tie clenched between your teeth.
"Stay still."
"...I am staying still."
"No, you aren't. You keep tilting your head back and forth."
"I haven't moved once."
"Thereâyou just did it again."
Silence fell over the room for a heartbeat.
"...Oh."
You let out a small, sharp huff of frustrationâthat specific kind of annoyed-but-smitten sigh. Your fingers threaded through his surprisingly soft black hair, tugging just enough to pull him back into the exact angle you wanted.
"See? Moved again."
"...Sorry."
The apology was so faint it was practically a ghost of a sound. It was flat. Emotionless. Yet, it sounded like an automatic reflex he saved exclusively for you.
You went quiet for a second. Because every time you were with this man, the atmosphere felt like it had been flash-frozen.
Kwon Hyukâ
The man they call the 'Grim Reaper.' The monster people instinctively back away from.
He was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, bowing his head just enough for you to mess with his hair, acting like this was the most mundane thing in the entire world.
No mask to shield his gaze.
No bucket hat to hide his identity.
Just the real himâa version of the Reaper the world is never allowed to see.
And thatâs exactly what the rest of the world will never fucking understand.
To everyone elseâHyuk is a jagged blade, sharpened and ready to draw blood.
He has hands as cold as a corpse and a mind even colder than death itself. Heâs the racer who never hesitates to ram an opponent off the track just to seize a victory.
This is the same man who once said, in a voice devoid of emotion yet dripping with perversionââI really want to hear the sound of your wings when they finally snap.â
And the look in his eyes back then? It wasn't just a threat. It was a "desire"âa dark urge to actually follow through.
But for you?
â...Doesnât this feel weird?â he muttered, his voice low and raspy.
You blinked. â...Whatâs weird?â
âHaving someone mess with my hair like this.â
You didn't answer right away. You just hummed a soft tune, your fingertips threading through his jet-black strands, sectioning his hair with meticulous care as if working on a masterpiece.
â...Well, youâre the one sitting here letting me do it. I just figured you liked it.â
A heavy, weighted silence hung in the air for a long moment... before the confession finally slipped out. â...I wouldn't let anyone else touch me.â
You let out a small smirk at the accidental honesty. âYeah, yeah. I know.â
He didn't pull away. His body, usually as tense as a drawn bow, relaxed in a way that defied logic. The eyes that usually scanned the world with lethal suspicion and bloodlust went completely blank...
Insteadâ
He just sat there. Still as a stone. Silent as a ghost. Letting you touch his "vitals" however you pleased.
Like a feral wolf surrendering its predatory instincts, simply because it recognized the 'scent' and 'touch' of the only pair of hands it ever trusted... the only hands heâd allow to pet his head without ever thinking of biting back.
It started without a damn rhythm or reason. Just like everything else between them.
You had complained to him once, purely out of annoyance. "Your hair is a disaster, Hyuk. Always."
"...Itâs normal."
"Itâs not. You look like you fought a hurricane and got your ass handed to you."
A pause. "...I usually win against hurricanes."
You shook with suppressed laughter. "Not today. Sit down."
And against all logicâhe actually dropped to the floor in front of you.
From that day on, it became a routine that seeped into his marrow. No schedule. No written contract.
Just a silent, mutual hunger communicated through the stillness. Some days, youâd find him already waiting. His bucket hat tossed aside. His dark hair slightly dampâlike heâd showered specifically for this ritual.
He was waiting for your touch.
"You're here," you noted.
"...You told me to come."
"That was an order from yesterday, Hyuk."
"...Itâs still in effect today."
You stared at his broad back, let out a long sigh, and dropped down behind him as usual.
"God, you are so weird."
"...And yet, youâre still doing it."
"Yeah, well, if I didn't, youâd look so hideous even a stray dog wouldn't look at you."
A moment of silence... "...Liar."
The Evolution of the Reaper
He learned faster than you ever anticipated. Then again... he is Hyuk.
At first, he just sat there like a statue, letting your fingertips work their magic. But thenâ
"...Teach me."
You blinked in confusion. "Teach you what?"
"How to make a braid like that."
You hesitated, suspicious. "...Why do you want to learn?"
"I want to try it."
"...On who?"
A pause. "...On you."
And that was how the roles flipped. You were the one sitting in front of him now. The sensation was jarringly different. His fingertips were rougher, calloused from the track and the tools, but they were unexpectedly burning hot.
He wasn't clumsyâhe just... didn't know how to be gentle with something so fragile.
"...Hyuk, youâre pulling too hard. It hurts."
"...It does?"
"Yes."
A split second of silence. "...Sorry."
He adjusted his grip instantly. This time, he was more careful, handling your hair as if he were touching the most brittle glass in existence.
"...Like this?" he asked softly, unsure.
You went quiet for a moment. He was actually trying for you.
"...Yeah," you murmured. "Thatâs better."
Hyuk was an unnervingly fast learner. Not because he was born for it, but because he mastered it in the blink of an eye. Too fast. It was almost haunting.
"How do you remember the pattern so quickly?"
"Iâm just good at patterns."
"Sure, Mr. Genius Racer."
"...Don't you remember them?"
"I go by the vibe, Hyuk."
"...That sounds incredibly inefficient."
You burst out laughing. "Whatever! Mine still looks better than yours."
"...Only for now."
Within a single week, he wasn't joking. The braid he made for you was neat. Tight. Precise at every angle. It was... perfect. A piece of art that looked almost lifeless in its sheer flawlessness.
"You made it too tight. Itâs pulling on my scalp."
"...No, it isn't."
"It's too tight! It hurts!"
Silence. Then, his fingertips softened, gently loosening the tension. "...Better?"
"...Yeah. Much better."
To the rest of the worldâHyuk is an unreachable void.
He is cold. Distant. Beyond the grasp of anyone.
Even Wooin couldn't help but let out a low, mocking chuckle while watching from a distance.
"The worldâs gone mad," Wooin muttered.
"What are you talking about, Wooin?"
"I've never seen Hyuk sit still like a goddamn doll for anyone this long. It's unnatural."
You glanced at Hyuk. He didn't even spare a look toward his friend. He didn't care who was watching.
"...Maybe he's just too lazy to get up," you offered.
Wooin snorted, a sharp, disbelieving sound. "Yeah, right. Hyuk? Letting a girl play with his hair? This is the guy who finishes a race and doesn't even stick around for the trophy or the praise. He disappears before the engine even cools."
But with you? He was lingering. Blatantly. Pathetically.
"Are you leaving?" you asked when you saw him shift.
A beat of silence. "...Not yet."
You blinked. "...Oh."
This was the new reality you had to get used to. He was developing a... "Silent Craving."
He didn't demand your attention loudly. He didn't throw a fit. It was justâPresence.
He chose to orbit you. He walked beside you instead of vanishing into the crowd. He stood closer than necessary... until your shoulders were practically fused together.
And sometimesâ "...Don't go that way."
You frowned, confused. "Why not?"
"...Itâs too dark."
You gave him a teasing, provocative smile. "You know I like the dark, Hyuk."
A heavy, weighted silence followed. "...But I don't like it. (Because you won't be able to see me)."
You stared deep into his eyes. You looked past the stillness, hunting for the truth buried under that frozen exterior.
"...Are you worried about me?"
The silence swallowed the room... before a single, blunt syllable escaped his lips. "...Yeah."
Thatâs Hyuk.
He doesn't hide anything from you. When it comes to his feelings for you... heâs practically standing naked.
To the outside worldâhe is the Reaper, the herald of death.
But to you? He is something far more complex. Itâs not that heâs become weak. Itâs not that heâs lost his sting. Itâs "Restrained Power." Like a bloodthirsty wolf choosing to sheath its claws simply because he doesnât want to catch you in the crossfire of his own darkness.
You saw that side of him clearly one night.
A drunkard stumbled out of the shadows, slamming into you so hard you nearly lost your footing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" you snapped instantly. "You're the one drifting into me!"
The man spat a curse, his ego bruised. He stepped into your personal space, looming over you with a jagged, threatening edge.
"You got a problem, brat? You looking to get hurt?"
You didn't back down. You gave him a defiant, razor-sharp grin.
"Yeah, I do! Come on then, try it!"
You didn't even see Hyuk move.
One heartbeatâhe was standing bored behind you.
The nextâhis massive, obsidian shadow had completely swallowed you whole, blocking the drunkard's view of you entirely.
He didn't scream. He didn't lunged.
He just stood there. The sheer atmospheric pressure of his killing intent turned the air so heavy it was impossible to breathe.
"âŠBack off, man," the drunkard stammered, his voice suddenly trembling. Hyuk tilted his head just a fraction. The gaze that usually looked at you with a trace of softness was gone. In its place was a hollow, soul-chilling void.
"...No."
One word. That was it.
And believe it or notâthat was enough to make the entire world stop spinning.
The man turned sober in an instant. He didn't just walk away; he scrambled, bolting into the night without a single backward glance.
Hyuk didn't chase him. He didn't finish the job.
He just stood there like a monolith in front of you. Stiff. Lethal. Frozen.
Until you reached out and gave his arm a tiny, playful poke.
"âŠHey, Hyuk."
A beat of silence. "...What?"
"You're doing that face again."
"...What face?"
"The one where you look like you're about to systematically erase someone's entire bloodline."
A pause. A heavy breath escaped him. "...Sorry."
And with just that one apologyâthe bloodthirsty wolf was back, crouching quietly at your side as if the monster from a moment ago had never existed.
Hyuk never learned how to give a normal compliment.
"Youâre good at this," he muttered.
You looked at him, confused. "...At doing hair?"
"Yeah."
"Is that... a compliment, Hyuk?"
A beat of silence. "...Itâs a fact."
You let out a dry laugh. "Wow. Fucking romantic, Mr. Grim Reaper."
"...I wasn't trying to make it sweet."
But sometimesâthe feelings leaked out anyway.
"...It looks good on you."
You blinked. "...What looks good?"
"That braid."
You reached up, lightly touching the pattern he had woven into your hair. "...Oh. Thanks."
He looked away instantly. The tips of his ears turned a faint, dusty red. Just a fraction. Just enough for you to see the crack in the ice.
You had heard the stories from the others. The whispers in the pit. "Hyuk is a fucking psycho," theyâd say.
"Why?"
"Do you know what he did to that dragonfly he liked?"
You had frowned, curiosity piqued. "What did he do?"
They told you about a dragonfly tied to a thread. About wings stripped of their freedom. About a fixation so suffocating it was morbid.
You didn't show fear then. But later, when it was just the two of you in the heavy silence...
"...Did you really do that? To the dragonfly?"
You were sitting beside him. No touching. No braiding. Just a raw question flung into the void. The silence lasted an eternity.
"...Yeah."
No denial. No excuses. Nothing but the naked, ugly truth.
"Why?"
The air grew heavy. "...Because it was interesting."
You swallowed hard, your throat feeling like sandpaper.
"...You really are a psycho, Hyuk."
"...I know."
You looked into his bottomless eyes, searching for the subtext, for the monster hiding in the dark.
"...And would you do that to a 'person' you liked?"
A pause. "...Only if they let me."
Your heart skipped a beat, a sharp physical pang in your chest.
"...And what about me?"
The silence this time was heavier, longer, more suffocating than ever before. When he finally spoke, his voice carried a jagged, microscopic tremor.
"...No."
You frowned. "Why not?"
He turned to face you fully. No mask. No bucket hat. Just the Reaper, exposed.
"...Because I don't want to see you break in my hands."
He went still, his gaze locking onto yours with a terrifying intensity.
"...I just want to see how far your wings can carry you. Iâll be right here, watching from below. That's enough."
And somehowâthat "kind" answer felt a thousand times more chilling than the story of the dragonfly.
In the end, it became a golden shackle that bound them together.
You did his hair. He did yours.
The long stretches of silence. The touch of fingertips so tender it was almost agonizing. A thousand unspoken emotions hanging in the air like heavy, unrefined silk.
"You missed a strand right here," you whispered.
"...Where?"
"Here. Right here."
You leaned in closeâso close you could catch the faint, masculine scent of his skin, a mix of cold wind and something distinctly him. You reached out to tuck the stray lock of hair back into place.
Hyuk didn't move a single centimeter. He didn't even seem to be breathing. It was as if he were terrified that if he inhaled too deeply, the dream would shatter, and you would dissolve into the air.
One evening, the ritual reached its peak.
You finished braiding his hair, the neat patterns a stark contrast to his lethal aura. You gave his head a playful, affectionate patâthe kind you'd give a massive, dangerous hound.
"Done. You can go now."
But he didn't move. He sat there, anchored to the floor.
"...Hyuk?"
"...Wait."
You blinked, confused. "Wait for what?"
The silence stretched, thick and pulsating with a tension that felt like it could snap.
"...Stay like this. Just a little longer."
You hesitated. "Why?"
His voice was a ghost of itselfâthin, fragile, and more vulnerable than you had ever heard it.
"...Itâs... quiet. Iâve never felt this kind of peace before."
A small, complicated smile tugged at your lips.
"God, you really are a freak, aren't you?"
But even as you said it, you didn't leave. You didn't pull away.
And Hyukâ
Kwon Hyukâ
The Reaper who lives to crush the most beautiful things until they're dust in his palmsâ
He chose to be a statue.
He leaned his head toward you, inch by agonizing inch, until he could feel the radiating warmth of your skin.
He chose not to destroy.
He chose not to steal your freedom.
He chose to "preserve" this tendernessâhoarding it for himself, a secret sanctuary he will guard for eternity.
Shelly but realistic (?)
Experimenting with new style do let me know what you think ( ÂŽâïœ )b
Happy Chinese New Year! May whoever reads this have a prosperous, joyful year and be blessed with little worries and lots of money :)
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Wind Breaker tag game:
Your favorite character(s):
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tagging: @zyart-jpg @owenight @bfwooin @wthphe1n @pantheonofbeauty @i-nssomniia @hyukwwn @erisawrites @osariin @meymoni9 @sylith @r31ra @intwestinez @ineedjay @nixruniii @exiled-13 @wh0ish4jun (you can ignore the tag if you don't wish to participate)
Your favorite character(s): Hyeok, Shelly
Character you absolutely hate: That dude from Punk Prince (slimy and creepy as hell man), Keounho (or whatever his name is)
Your favourite arc: Ghost crew vs Sabbath, Monster vs Owen
Your least favorite arc: All were good but I felt the USA arc was rushed
Your favourite underrated character: The Yoon siblings, ( + maybe Dong-gu, I gotta respect how he stayed with Hwangyeon even at his lowest and maybe TJ idk- he's got guts)
Character you relate to: June Lee
Character you think is overrated: Jay Jo- I know he's the MC but he just feels unexciting and yes, he's a great cyclist and whatnot but from what I remember, I barely see him training. Even I see more panels of June and Shelly training compared to Jay. Yes, he has that one-inch drift going, he's a prodigy but just... I can't wrap my head around it- I still think Vinny deserved to win the final race (here we go) and Sangho Choi should have won too (imo)
Character whose backstory you desperately want to know: Hyeok (I miss him sm), Heri's and Mahon's friendship (how old is she anyways and how did she get together with June?)
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If ykyk (I couldn't resist, I hope this doesn't offend anyone)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HYUKKKKK
"đđźđ©đąđđđ« đ°đđŹ đŹđźđ©đ©đšđŹđđ đđš đđ đ đŹđđđ« đđźđ đđđąđ„đđ"
â "Korea's cycling prodigy: Wooin Yoo!' Everyone used to call me that when I was young. So I also thought that I was someone special...Like an idiot. I think my dad was actually a bit proud of me back then and maybe because I wanted to live up to his expectations, I started training harder at cycling. From childhood through middle and high school, I lived as 'promising athlete'. But one crash changed everything and I ended up needing leg surgery. After the accident, my body already knew--i'd never be able to ride like I used to."
"đđšđšđ§ đąđŹ đšđ§đ„đČ đ đ«đđđ„đđđđąđšđ§ đšđ đŹđźđ§'đŹ đ„đąđ đĄđ"
â "Mahon, the truth is...chasing someone in their shadow is painful. I didn't realize it until now. I was jealous of you. I hated you. You suddenly jumped to S-rank to race me in the grand prix and that scared me. You have raw talent. I didn't want to admit it...But you are natural. A genius. You have no idea. But the more you shine, more I'm shrouded in shadow."
"đđđ§đźđŹ, đ©đ„đđ§đđ đšđ đ„đšđŻđ, đ°đđŹ đđđŹđđ«đšđČđđ đđČ đ đ„đšđđđ„ đ°đđ«đŠđąđ§đ "
â "it's my fault...If onlyâif only I hadn't said that to him...it was me. I did it. I killed him...I knew he would never do something like that but I got caught up in everything people have been saying. I pushed uncle Mahon away because I was afraid of what others would say about me. My words hurt someone that was important to me. If only I'd kept my mouth shut...If only I apologized...If only I'd stayed by his side until the end...I could have prevented his death. It's all because of what I said."
"đđđ«đđźđ«đČâđđĄđ đđšđ«đ đšđđđđ§ đ©đ„đđ§đđ"
â "they're completely different from how average I am. It's always been like that for as long as I can remember. I was never good at particularly anything. There was nothing I really wanted to do and my days went by without anything special happening. Maybe unlike you guys, I've never really wanted something so desperately and I have never been that passionate about anything either. I wasn't born with any particular talent and I have never been popular. Everything about me...has been mediocre. My last race with these guys. My last chance to give it all. So what if I'm not the star? So what if people don't notice me? I'll just keep doing what I have always done. I'll play my part so rest of the Hummingbird can shine! I'll keep being the Wind Breaker!"
Posting my ex because what is he gonna do about it?
I love how Hyuk fans just...look at him almost kill someone for laughs and giggles and then say "yup, this is the man of my dreams"
Different Worlds
A/N: This has been sitting in my docs for months and it seemed like a waste not to post it so here we go I hope you enjoy! I'll make a better header next time (maybe) TW: Cursing (mild)
Large house. Money. Present parents and siblings. Successful siblings and parents who had a high standing in society.Â
A picture perfect familyâ and you were the black sheep. Life wasnât that bad you would say, your parents never raised a hand at you, your siblings never screamed at you but behind closed doors, you knew they talked about you, murmuring about how you wouldnât account for anything.Â
So you turned to himâ Wooin Yu, a boy in a similar situation as you.
âYouâre going to participate in another cycling competition?â You repeated as you tugged on the grass strands on the field you were both sitting on. âDidnât you just come back from one?âÂ
âBut donât you need time for your muscles to recover? What if your muscles tear and you become permanently incapacitated or somethingâ"Â
âYou worry too much,â Wooin said as he turned lazily and threw an arm over your legs. âIâm not made of porcelain. And itâs just one more race, thatâs all.âÂ
Your hands stilled and you asked, âAre you doing all this for you dad again?âÂ
âWhat? I just want to solidify my position as a top cyclist. It has nothing to do with my old man,â he laughed.Â
You werenât convinced, you knew he was lying, after all, both of you formed a deep bond through common experiences of loneliness, alienation from your families. Both of you wouldnât admit it, but the yearning for some recognition from your families were present and despite all the things both of you said, did, the thought of you families stayed at the back of your minds. Thus, you werenât living for yourselfâ you both were living for people who didnât give a shit.Â
âAnyways, enough about me,â Wooin said as he sat up. âWhatâs this about you joining that agency? You really want to be a K-pop idol?âÂ
You resumed ripping grass off its roots. âYou know I like singing and dancing. Itâs worth a try, you know, seeing that my parents can and are willing to pay for it. FurthermoreâŠâ Your eyes lowered and your next rip was unnecessarily forceful. âAnd I wonât have to see them anymore. Well, at least a while.âÂ
If he took note of the bitterness in your voice, he didnât comment on it. âWell, looks like I wonât be seeing you around anymore. You have to live in a dorm and everything, right?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âWell, you better keep in touch, woman,â he said as he stood up, brushing off grass stains as he reached a hand out to you. He grinned. âYou better not forget about me when you get famous.âÂ
Reaching out for his hand, you laughed. âAnd you better not forget me when you become a world famous cyclist.âÂ
And so the both of you cracked jokes, playfully shoved each other as you both made your ways back to your respective stuffy, suffocating homes. Because as long as the both of you had each other, the days would go by just fine.Â