Hey Love <3 Are you still writing Prof Inho? How have your Christmas holidays been? Happy 2026 to such a creative writer :3
Hey!! yes, I still write prof inho! im actually trying to finish the second chapter right now. got almost 90% done. my Christmas holidays were okay, I was a little bit sick. but I got to visit my boyfriend in London 💜 that was amazing. what about you? and I know its very late but happy 2026!!
so much has happened in my life its unbelievable. I've been trying to get back into writing, so far so good. thank you for your kind words!! I didn't forget about you guys 💜
Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Depression, Mentions of medication, Inability to take care of oneself because of depression, Hinting at sexist job, Smut, Oral Sex (F receiving), P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex, Kinda short (Oneshot), Tell me if I missed any.
Since you first started showing signs of your depression, Nam-gyu always tries his best to be a good partner for you, even if that means keeping his own desires in check. Good thing you want him just as much as he wants you.
Author's note: I know most people are waiting for me to finish Your girl and guys, I'm working on it! This came to me kind of spontaneous and I wrote it down in like an hour, so please don't judge if it seems rushed or if there are any mistakes, I'm too exhausted to check for any right now. I think this was kinda fluffy (by my standards). Love you, guys!
PS. The new season fucked with my mind. Anyone else?
Divider by @saradika-graphics
You were always the one thing Nam-gyu didn’t take advantage of.
Not because he couldn’t have done it. But simply because he didn’t want to.
He made his way into the bedroom with the utmost care not to wake you. A brief look told him what he needed to know: you were not asleep, but you were also not with him. Not really. Whatever had taken a toll on you today still lived inside your mind and made it harder for him to reach you.
The softest sigh left his lips as he made his way to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and tried his best not to look at himself in the mirror. Yes, he wasn’t taking advantage of you. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t failing you.
Money was tight. Too tight at times. He tried his best to come up with something. The shifts at the grocery store barely covered rent and groceries. How utterly ironic. There were no such things as luxury, though he tried his best not to let you notice. Whenever you went out with a friend he hoped they might cover for you or else he started counting pennies in his head. You noticed. Of course you noticed. You were sad, not stupid. So, soon instead of going out, you called your friend over for pasta and Netflix. He hated it. That you knew. That he was failing you.
There was exactly one thing he couldn’t compromise on though. You.
You left school after you realized that knowledge costs money. You took this shitty job in that office where you were supposed to take phone calls and look pretty. God, he hated that website. “Top Girl.” What did it even mean? Why did a call center job require its workers to be in their early or mid-twenties, look pretty and polished and wear dresses to work?
The second he realized it, he started working his ass off. He did whatever he could to get you out of that greasy midlife-crisis work hole. But it was never enough. Right now he was speculating with some crypto currency. You had the tiniest bit of money stashed under your mattress – if only he could somehow make it work. He would do whatever it took. It was worth a try, right? That dumbass youtuber was doing it. Why couldn’t he?
He washed his face and begrudgingly took a glance at his form in the mirror. He looked like a mess. His last fix was weeks ago – he was really trying hard for you. But on days like this? When he knew the world was crushing you down and there was nothing he could do about it? All he wanted now was a fucking fix. He closed his eyes and frantically shook his head, his hand clenched into fist.
“Get a grip, motherfucker.”
He took a deep breath and took his shirt off. He discarded it next to his pants and socks on the bathroom floor, before he quietly made his way back to the bedroom. There you were. Unmoving. Utterly drained. And still…his.
He slipped under the covers carefully and moved close enough to feel your warmth seep into his bones. He brushed the faintest kiss over the crown of your head and closed his eyes.
All he wanted on days like this, aside from a pill maybe, was this. You.
He felt the familiar stirring of desire deep in the pit of his stomach, but he pushed it away. A few deep breaths and he was back to being his good self. His trying self. The one only you ever brought out in him. And you felt it, of course. You felt how hard he was trying. The tremble of his body, the sharp inhale that he swallowed.
And what did you do?
You reached for his hand. Squeezed it in yours. And pressed it to your lips.
And just like that, it was okay again. It was all worth it, all of a sudden. He would try again tomorrow and he would do even better. If only it meant you were safe, you were here, you were his.
Sleep came easy. It always did. Nam-gyu wasn’t the kind of guy to dwell on thoughts once night fell. There were many things he could have thought and worried about, but instead, exhaustion took over. Fatigue. Stress.
He drifted off with his face buried in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled you and did his arm he kept around your waist firmly. Whenever it got dark outside, he melted into you like a low burning candle. Nothing could come between you in these moments, not even your condition. Especially not that.
He woke to the feeling of your breath tickling his face and your hands on his chest. His eyes blinked open ever so slowly and he took a glance at the clock on the bedside table. Three in the morning, on the dot. He blinked.
“You okay, baby?” He murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
But you weren’t asleep.
This whole day, every comment your boss made, every entitled customer who thought he had the right to talk you down because you were a woman – and of course the cloud that lived above your head for years now…They had taken up all your energy, so that once you came home you collapsed into the bed without even going to the bathroom first. And tomorrow would be the same. You were lucky when you got to eat. You didn’t eat on your own, you only did when he cooked (which he only learned for your sake) and made you. He’d sit you up and ushed you into the kitchen. You were always convinced that you weren’t hungry until you smelled and tasted it. Then, you suddenly realized, you were famished.
And the nights? The nights.
You could sleep all day, if you tried. Sometimes you did. When you got to stay the day home. On weekends or whenever you called in sick. But once it got dark outside? You felt your energy return, step by step. And you lay awake, his arm still around your waist.
The guilt came creeping every time. Not soft and knocking on your door, no, it kicked it down and open.
It was on him.
When you met him, he was a fucking deadbeat. To be honest, you couldn’t even exactly remember what made you fall for him. Well. Yes, you could. He made you laugh. Without trying. Whenever you were angry. Whenever you actually wanted to feel sad. He just came and made you laugh. It was the easiest thing in the world for him. Even when everything else was collapsing, he found a way to make it easier. He took the weight off of your chest. He was just…him. Yours.
So, you took him as he was. With the scars, the drama, even the drugs. At first, you argued a lot. Then made up a lot. But he never made you question if he still loved you. Because even on those days when you thought, God, this is it, this has to have been it. He’s going to leave me, just like everyone else always did…He stayed. Even in his anger, he made sure you had eaten. Even in his coldness, he still wrapped his arm around you at night.
Your mind got worse. The sadness didn’t just come and go anymore, instead it was always there. You got softer – and so did he. For you. You didn’t argue as much. He learned to keep his anger to himself, unless it was truly necessary to let it out. You learned not to believe that he would leave you for every little mistake you made. And so you became who you were.
And at night?
At night, you felt the weight of the world crushing down on you. You didn’t cry. You felt too numb for that. You simply…
You wanted to feel alive. If only for a few minutes.
“Baby…”
“Kiss me.”
His brows furrowed. “But…” His jaw clenched.
“I don’t know.” He muttered. His fingers curled in your hair, gently tilting your face up to meet his gaze in the dark. “You haven’t been yourself lately. Did you even take your meds?”
Your face burned in a mixture of embarrassment and rejection. He seemed to notice, because he pulled you closer.
“I just don’t want you to think you have to.” He whispered. “That’s all. Baby, I…”
But you didn’t listen. You never did, did you?
Your lips brushed his in the softest breath and you felt him stiffen. The desire he felt a few hours ago returned full-force.
“It’s been so long.” You whispered against his lips, your fingers drawing lazy circles on his bare chest. “Please, baby. Make love to me.”
He exhaled slowly, his fingers in your hair tightening a fraction.
“I need to know.” He murmured. “Tell me that you’re clear.”
Your lips curved, almost involuntarily.
“Nam-gyu.”
He returned the kiss now, but he was still hesitant. “Say it.”
You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against his. “I’m here, baby. Come on. Don’t make me beg.”
His eyes fluttered shut and his own lips twitched. “Maybe I like hearing you beg a little.”
That made you laugh. God, he was so good at making you laugh.
“Oh, really? Why is it that it’s normally you who begs me then?”
He grinned. “Because I’m a gentleman?”
You snorted. “A gentleman? You? May I remind you of the one time you suggested that we try-“
He kissed you to shut you up and it worked. You melted against his mouth like it was right where you belonged. Because it was. With the softest sigh, he pulled you on top of him, so that you straddled his lap.
“You’re so hard already.” You whispered breathlessly as you dipped your head forward and planted soft kisses between his neck and his collarbone.
He inhaled sharply. “It’s been fucking weeks, baby.”
You arched a brow. “And you didn’t…You know?”
Nam-gyu smirked. “Will you please shut up?”
That made you grin. “And if I don’t?”
He bit his lip and fisted his hand in your hair, pulling you close. “Then I’ll make you.”
His sudden display of dominance made you throb in your panties, but you didn’t say that. You didn’t say anything, because you simply let yourself be for once.
He pulled you even closer and then he kissed you again. His tongue plunged into your mouth and chased yours in a devilish dance. You ground your hips down against his, feeling yourself coat him in your wetness, even through your clothes.
“Not yet.” He muttered.
Your brows furrowed. “What- No games, Nam-gyu, I’m so fucking-“
His hands settled on your hips and he pulled you into a sitting position, almost making you fall. But he held you. You gasped in surprise. “What are you-“
He shifted so swiftly, you started feeling dizzy. But once you realized what he was doing, the real dizziness set in.
You felt his hot breath against your core, almost enough to make your eyes roll back. You didn’t speak. You couldn’t.
He wasn’t playing games, not then. He hooked two fingers under the hem of your panties and pulled them to the side with ease.
His mouth attacked you like he waited for exactly this for half an eternity. You fell back, hardly having enough strength to hold yourself up against his legs. The sound that left your lips was sinful.
His tongue moved in impatient circles, tickling every nerve-end you possessed.
“Oh God. Oh God.”
He didn’t let up. Not for a second. No mercy.
He sucked and lapped until he was sure he had drained you of every last bit of your sanity. And he didn’t stop until he felt you tremble and nearly rip his hair out. You rode out your release against his tongue like your life depended on it. And once you finally came back to your senses, he stopped.
But you didn’t have time to catch your breath.
He scooped you up in his arms and practically threw you onto the bed, on your back. Your arms encircled him and he kicked his boxers off in record speed.
“I’m throbbing.” He murmured against your neck. “I need to fuck you, baby.”
He was already pushing up against your entrance, when you lifted your hips to meet him in the middle. He groaned into your ear and began to move. Slowly. Ever so slowly did he finally enter you. It took you a moment to adjust to his size, to remember how to. It had been weeks, after all.
“Fuck…”
You had no idea where you ended and he began, because he kissed you again and everywhere. His lips were on your cheek, your neck, the corner of your mouth.
“You’re so fucking big.”
He snorted and his head dipped forward to hide against your chest. “Dumbass.”
You laughed, but it didn’t last long, because the second you felt his tongue run over breast, you inhaled instead.
He started moving, gently at first and soon, he was chasing his impending release.
“So fucking tight.” He breathed, before his lips found yours again. You moaned into his mouth, your nails drawing whole paintings on his back. He moved more urgently, like he was trying to split you in two. He kept hitting the right spot with just the right intensity, until-
“I’m so close!”
He groaned again and moved the exact same way until he felt the way your nails dug into his skin and your mouth hung open, pressed against his shoulder. You clenched and shuddered and moaned out his name. It was enough to make him growl.
“Take it, baby. Take it. Take…It…” He exploded inside of you, painting your walls in the color of his desire, his heat, his need to be one with you.
You kissed his chest, his neck, his lips, until you were sure he was done. When he was, he collapsed on top of you, just careful enough not to crush you.
“Let go.” You whispered breathlessly. “I want to feel you.”
He hesitated, but eventually he let himself fall. Your arms wrapped around him loosely and your breath was still coming in quick pants.
“Just a moment longer.” You whispered gently. “Don’t go yet.”
“I won’t, baby.”
He kissed your forehead then with the utmost gentleness.
You sighed deeply and curled into him like a cat. For just these few minutes he made you remember how good it could sometimes feel to be alive.
#3 i really didn’t see the deaths coming during hide and seek that was CRAZY like dae-ho?? omg what was his deal wdym you lied about being in the army?? did he fake his ptsd too or what
#4 CATE BLANCHETT🫨🫨
#5 i don’t know if i loved or hated the finale it felt kinda short?? but the conclusion was still good
#6 222 being the winner was CRAZY WORK but i loved it.
#7 does this mean we’re getting an american version of squid game with the possibility of a inho cameo?!
GIRL WE NEED THE NEXT CHAPTER OF MEET ME IN THE HALLWAY i also love your work btw!❤️
THANK YOU!! 💜💜 I’ve been sick all week and haven’t had the energy to finish the chapter, but I promise I’ll get back to it as soon as I’m feeling better. Once it’s beta read, I’ll post it right away 💜
hi author! i just wanted to pop in and say that i love your writing so so much aaahhh. thank you for blessing my screen with your talent and work. i can tell that you put a LOT of effort into your writing and im so happy you share this with us :)
Hi!! Oh my gosh, thank you so much for this message, for taking the time to read my story and to reach out 💜 you’ve absolutely made my day!! <3
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