π€ "I was the love of your life. But you were not mine." β
K-Dramas I write for: Weak Hero Class, All Of Us Are Dead, Twinkling Watermelon, 2521, Racket Boys, [will update]
Currently watching: Taxi Driver, My Dearest Nemesis (no I cannot make up my mind to watch one at a time judge me).
Current obsession: Weak Hero Class/D.P.
I am a friend to anyone wishing to be, or a stranger to vent to if you feel like it. Whatever it is, my DMs are always open, and donβt hesitate a second before messaging meβIβm always scared to message people first myself. Iβm a human being like you, and I wonβt judge you for seeking friendship or helpβitβs the bravest things you can do.
I love you guys, always β‘
A reminder I love and want to share with anyone who might need it;
"Youβre beautiful the way you are. When youβre feeling down, remind yourself that youβoh beautiful youβare entirely made of stardust. So when you see a beautiful night sky, know that you are as beautiful as them."
coming out of my long break to announce I've been accepted in the school I wanteeedddπ₯π₯ now I just have to ace my finals then I'll be free for two whole monthsπ
Also after thorough thinking I will officially come back on writing and this blog in general starting July 1st!! Thank you to everyone supporting me and waiting on me I love you all so muchπ₯Ήππ
I'm sorry to tell you guys I probably won't be posting anything for like the two next monthsπ I really need to focus on my studies so I don't become homeless or somethingπ₯ I might still interact with y'all (pls dont take it personally if I don't) but you'll need to wait for any other new work I'm sorryyy :(( I promise y'all to come back with crazy things tho!!
Anyway that's all, love you guys smm thank you for supporting my lazy assπ«°ππ
When you made it home that night, you walked into your house to see your mom down on her knees.
Your one and only broom broke a few days ago, so she was down on all fours, mopping the floor in movements slowed by tiredness. The whole floor was done, sheβd been at it for a long time already. Within a second, you walked to her and crouched beside her, taking the dirt swab from her reddened and calloused hands. You held back a sigh.
βMom.β Your voice was low and quiet. βComβon, get up. Youβve done enough.β
βOh, sweetie, I didnβt hear you come inββ
As she spoke up in her exhausted tone she always made sure to keep soft for you, you grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her up to her feet.
βYouβre gonna tire yourself to death if you keep going at this rate.β You groaned, almost scolding as you walked her to the kitchen, passing her a glass of water.
Your mom chuckled softly, accepting it with a smile.
βDonβt be dramatic. Iβm as strong and youthful as in my twenties.β She smirked, taking a sip.
You looked at your mother for a moment. She wasnβt. She had stopped looking young a long time agoβnot because of age, but ever since the spark in her eyes swayed and she could barely hold your fatherβs gaze anymore. You didnβt tell her that.
Once youβd prepared your mom a mealβshe refused to eat it without sharing with you even if there were barely two bites to share. You sighed and complied, because you knew she wouldnβt have let it go either way. It was indeed her stubbornness you had inherited. After dinner, you walked your mom to her bed, helping her lying down and tucking her in as she quietly sighed in contentment, closing her eyes for a moment.
You hated seeing her like that. Her dark circles, pale skin, body screaming with exhaustion but continuing to move for others, for you, for your father. You wanted to take it all on yourself, to see her as she was before. But no one could bring your mother backβthe one you laughed and sang with for hours just a year ago. That night your father was diagnosed, you lost both your parents. Yet neither of them had stopped breathing. And maybe that was worse.
βYou should go see your dad.β
Her murmur snapped you back to reality, meeting her half-lidded gaze.
βThe hospital took him here this morning.β She carried on. βThey said he can still be taken care of from home.β
No. He couldnβt. But maybe the doctors had given up on him. Or maybe they too didnβt want to take care of the man who dishonoured his country. Fuckers.
βI will.β You whispered back.
Your mother nodded slowly, a small smile forming on her lips as she closed her eyes. She could barely mumble a sleepy but heartfelt βI love youβ that she was dozing off, lips slightly apart. You stood there, watching her for a moment.
When you finally snapped out of your trance, you walked out the door quietly, closing behind you, before heading towards your fatherβs new room. You put your hand on the handle, freezing for a moment. From the other side of the door, you could hear them. Muffled sobs, interspersed with unintelligible mumbles. You stood there for a momentβlistening, waiting as if maybe heβd stop. He never did, and this evening was no exception. You closed your eyes, a quiet sigh escaping your lips as feelings youβve tried to repress came up again, tightening the invisible ropes around your throat. Feelings you were ashamed of, feelings you didnβt want to haveβfeelings you shouldn't, have. Unable to hear your fatherβs crying another minute, you turned around, and walked away, locking yourself in your room again. Youβd stopped hoping for things to change a long time ago now.
---{Γ}---
Walking in school was always the same. No one waited for you, smiled or even talked unless it was behind your back. You did have friends before but the second people started looking at you weird following your fatherβs downfall, they flew away. You didnβt even know if you caredβyouβd never been that close to them, and you understood that people wouldnβt want to be seen with his daughter. You walked straight to class, sitting down and getting ready for the best nap of your life. Except now, if you were still the laughing stock of the school, someone was watching you. Like, constantly. Their gaze burned through your skin like boiling steel and you almost shivered as you looked upβonly to unsurprisingly meet Seongjeβs gaze. He grinned at you from across the room, not the friendly type, but more like overly interested and cocky for some reasons. You sighed and rolled your eyes as you laid your head back into your arms blatantly ignoring him as class started.
You were used to skipping lunch, sleeping through the whole day, because even if you claimed with your whole heart peopleβs stares didnβt affect you, youβd still avoid them if you could. But today, your stomach didnβt seem in any mood to complyβrumbling and stopping you from getting any rest. You mumbled an insult as you suddenly got up, reluctantly walking out the class to join the cafeteria. Stares followed you, as usual, but all you could care about was your bellyβs tragic emptiness. Once you got to the cafeteria, you were waiting in line when you heard them. Recognizable footsteps, the same dumb snickers, the intense judging glares piercing your back. You usually ignored those dumbasses, so desperately not wanting any more attention drawn on you. But today had been tough. Your muscles ached, as if tired of bearing a burden too heavy for you to carry alone, your mind was a constant buzz of thoughts and voices only you could hearβand theyβd been killing you.
So yes, when you heard their stupid comments, though they werenβt any worse than usual, you snapped. Not the loud, explosive type. Not a single word were pronouncedβit never was with you anyway. You simply turned around, and took a step closer. That alone earned you raised eyebrows from the group and a smirk from the leader, happy he finally caught the weirdoβs attention. The idiot must have been desperate. You saw his lips moving and could faintly hear the vague sound of laughter from his friendsβthe chaos of your own mind was taking over every one of your senses. Uncaring to what he said, you knew anyway it wasn't worth it, you suddenly grabbed his ear, twisting it just enough to hear him yelp. The boy instantly backed down in a pained whine, helplessly grabbing at your wrist as his face contorted in a wince. Pathetic. You dragged him behind you to the closest table, ignoring his weak attempts at freeing himself, and slammed his head down in a bowl of rice. Of course, finally getting out of their frozen stances, one of his lackeys tried to get back at you from behind but a kick of yours in his family jewels was enough for him to get down on his knees with glassy eyes. You kept the leaderβs head buried deep in the food, hoping heβd choke on it at some point, before slapping the back of his head one last time and letting go with a quiet sigh as he fell to the floor besides his now infertile friend. The cafeteria, which filled itself with murmurs as you entered, was now drowning in an heavy silence that put your mind at ease for a second. Dusting off your clothes, you turned around slowly and walked to grab your plate, the line of students moving out of your way like some scared puppies as if they hadnβt been talking about you a minute ago too.
This was getting tiring.
---{Γ}---
βYou thought of what I told you?"
Youβd been walking out of your school when Seongje mysteriously appeared beside you, that same damn grin of his on and expecting answers like you were friends. Still, for the first time today, you opened your mouth.
βNo, I like not to think about you. Chose peace.β
The boy scoffed, like youβd say something both bold and dumb. Maybe you did, you were too far gone to care.
βSays the one whoβs fighting off guys in illegals underground fights.β
βYou talk big for a gang member.β You retorted. βAnd trying to recruit me on top of that, you must be desperate. Does your boss know youβre embarrassing yourself like that on a daily basis?β
βDoes your mom know where your little money comes from?β
That bastard. You gave him a glare, looking at something else than the void for once. He scoffed at that, grinning widely like riling you up was rewarding. Maybe it was for himβwhich only made you grit your teeth harder.
βIf you change your mind, you know where to find me.β
Seongje smirked like some mysterious cocky main character in a drama ready to walk off in the shadowsβ
βNo I donβt.β
His grin vanished as you deadpanned, and if it wasnβt for his ego, you were sure he would have whined like a child. Before he could see your lips twitch at that thought, you turned around and left without a word.
βI know you do.β Seongjeβs voice echoed behind you.
He almost seemed to want to say something more, watching you walk off for a moment, before finally leaving quietly. But the grin on his face said it all.
---{Γ}---
You were walking home when you heard a muffled sound, like a distant crash. Nothing serious, like someone breaking a window. You ignored it and continued on your way. But the closer you got to your house, the louder and more frequent the noises became. And even more: there were voices. You frowned, stopping abruptly for a moment, just long enough to hear the distant commotion above the sound of your footsteps, before suddenly speeding up, fear gripping your heart.
Your eyes widened when you finally arrived. It was like witnessing a scene straight out of your worst nightmares. A group of peopleβstupid teenagers barely a year or two older than youβwere laughing loudly as they threw stones and anything else they could get their hands on at your front door.Β
Your body froze at the sight of your mother, drowning in tears, her body folded in eternal forgiveness as she took the blows of the boys, their laughter like frenzied hyenas. You could feel every cell of your body boiling with rage as you ran toward your mother, shielding her with your own body. The woman who had raised you looked up to you, her eyes widening at the sight of her child trembling in what she must have thought was sorrow or pain, but was in reality a deafening rage. You whirled around, screaming at the attackers with all your might, your fists clenched so tightly that blood flowed from your palms. You wanted to hit them, beat them, kill them. But you had to protect your mother, get her home, and make sure she wasn't hurt.
Your heart heavy with feelings you couldn't yet expressβas the mocking boys ran away, their laughter echoing through the night and in your headβyou pushed your mother into the safety of the house and closed the door behind you. Your chest rose and fell with your rapid breathingβnot from exhaustion, they'd fled before you could fight back, but from pure, barely contained hatred.
βSweetheart, why did you come? You couldβveββ
You didn't let your mother finish, instead pushing her onto the sofa where you examined her woundsβsuperficial perhaps, but undeniably there. Wounds inflicted even as she begged.
βSweetie, donβt look at that, look at me, pleaseββΒ
You disobeyed again, getting up to grab disinfectant and bandages to treat her wounds. You knelt before your now silent mother and grasped her bleeding arm. The only sound was your heavy breathing, your hands trembling as they tended the wounds, even though all you wanted at that moment was to hit and kill. You could barely hear your mother's words over the clamor of your enraged mind.
βBaby,β she whispered, her hand cupping your cheek. βPlease calm downββ
βCalm down?β
You thought you were going to throw up. Calm down? After what you'd seen? After what had happened? What they'd done to her? To your own mother?
She had fallen silent at the simmering anger that trembled in your voice, simply looking at you with sad eyes, as if the scene unfolding before her was the most melancholic thing she had ever seen. You couldn't care less at that moment.
βGo to your room.β You ordered sharply, finishing the last bandage on her temple. βDrink some water and rest.β
You got up to put away the first aid kit, but your mother didn't move from the sofa. You turned to face her, frowning.
βWhat? I told you to go.β Your voice carried more venom than you intendedβbut you couldn't properly control yourself. You didn't want to.
βWhat are you going to do?β
Your mother's voice was gentle, as if none of this had happened, or worseβas if it didn't matter to her. But fuck, it did matter to you. You were ready to go kill those people.
βIt doesn't fucking matter, does it? Just leave me alone and go!βΒ
You were almost screaming, even though you hated screaming. Not at her, not at your mother. And the worst partβdespite all the screaming, all the hatredβher gaze kept soft for you. As if you had never stopped being the perfect daughter for her. Your chest ached at the thought.
Your mother finally stood upβslowly, her movements deliberate and visibly painful. You wanted to help her, but your body held you back, frozen. If you moved, you would collapse. And you didn't want that, not in front of your mother. So you stayed there, motionless, even as your mother struggled to walk to her room. Once she was facing the door, she stopped one last timeβjust for a moment.
βDonβt do something youβll regret.β Her back remained turned to you, your heart clenching at her words. βI wonβt stop you, I know I canβt. But pleaseβ¦ think of yourself for once.βΒ
And with that, she left the room and quietly closed the door behind her. You stood there, frozen, eyes on the floor, fists still clenched and bleeding. You couldn't listen to her, not now, not after what they had done. Whatever your mother thought of it, you knew what you had to do. What you hated was that you couldn't do it alone.
With a bloody hand trembling with rage, you grabbed your phone and scanned your contacts before landing on it. Geum Seongje. You couldn't recall how or when you got his numberβyou didn't care. Tapping the icon, you brought the phone to your ear and waited. One ring. Two rings.
βHello?βΒ
βIβm joining the Union.β
No hesitation, you were far from that now. All you knew was that they, Seongje and the others, could help you. Help you find those bastards. And even if they didn't help you, they wouldn't hold you back either. And at that moment, that was all that mattered. There was a snicker from the other end of the wireβshort and almost mocking.Β
βBossy.β
AN: Guys I finished watching My Name a week ago (binge watched it in one night lmao) and i realized i actually wrote the same story but different font before I watched the show?? especially due to what I'm planning afterwards anyway spam posting rn so this is like my third (actual) post within two days hope yβall enjoy itπ«°π I probably wonβt post for another month bc iβve got nothing else written yet ahah i hate myselfππ tysm for bearing with me yβall youβre actually the goats of goats like
Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: D.P.
D.P. (which stands for Deserter Pursuit, not something else) is a two-season, twelve-episode Korean series about a young man doing his mandatory military service who finds himself -- alongside a slightly unhinged partner -- tasked with tracking down other young men who have skipped out on said mandatory military service.
This show gets a giant trigger warning for all kinds of harassment, both shown and implied. It is a bloody, bare-knuckled tale about violence, bullying, and the systems that not only protect but enable the violent bullies. It is a show about boys who beat the shit out of one another, but in ways that make you more sad than horny -- and in ways that make them more sad than horny. And yet, fujoshi hope springs eternal, as those main boys absolutely, 100% need to kiss.
I was just looking for a whatever show to put in my face, and I was surprised by how much D.P. impressed me. If you think you might be up for it, I've got five reasons to roll out for this one.
1. A shockingly critical take on toxic Korean masculinity and military culture!
...What, you thought I was going to start with the gay stuff? Just for that, I'm going to make you wait for that until selling point #5.
Anyway, I think the most notable part of this show is how absolutely brutal and unflinching its portrayal of the Korean military is. I had been given the impression that, sure, it had some points of critique. I did not expect it to be an indictment of the entire damn system. From the conscripts to the commanders to the civilians, damn near everyone either contributes to the cycle of abuse or passively allows a rotten institution to worsen at every turn.
D.P. starts out like it's going to be a deserter-of-the-week military police procedural, where a couple good soldiers go track down some naughty lads who have shirked their rightful duties! But no, the show presents you almost immediately with the idea that going AWOL isn't just a thing for bad lazy boys who'd rather spend their weekends partying. Instead, running away is often the only escape from brutal abuse suffered at the hands of their fellow soldiers. Our main pair's job is to find these deserters and bring them back -- but boy, do they very quickly start to feel not good about it.
Especially once you hit the second season, the villainy of the villains can reach almost comical levels -- like, the bad guys are so bad that they'd be twirling their moustaches if they were allowed to grow any. But comical doesn't mean unbelievable. I mean, anyone with half an inch of awareness right now knows that the Venn diagram of the evilest people in the world and the most absurd people in the world is pretty much just a circle.
Questioning the military is always a dicey prospect in fiction, because of how many people have such delicate feelings about ideas of patriotism and service. I think it helps that the major incident at the crux of the show is based on a real-life tragedy from 2014 (which is when the show is set), so you can't clutch your pearls and say that would never happen in our army! because, uh, it already did. Authoritarian pressure cookers with unquestionable hierarchies lead to horrific abuse! We've got the recent history to prove it!
And sure, yeah, I wish the show had been a little more explicit in its gender critique, but I always wish that. D.P. ain't special.
2. A solid supporting cast
I think this show does a good job overall of creating side characters that are only slightly larger than life. They're big enough to move the story along with occasional good comedic moments, so it's not just a complete litany of despair, but not so exaggerated they need you to suspend too much disbelief that they might exist in real life.
This network of characters is important, because it recognizes that our main characters are not in positions of power and cannot make substantive changes in the world. Especially in the second season, the plot widens out enough that they need allies who are empowered to pull of things that army grunts are not. I very much like that the show does not (overly) artificially insert its main characters into places they don't belong; rather, it keeps them where they (mostly) make sense to be, allowing them to serve as supports while more structurally appropriate people step up to the plate.
Now, I will admit that I had more than a little trouble telling some side characters apart. I mean, come on -- half the cast is a bunch of TV-handsome athletic Korean men around the same age, with the same haircut, wearing the same uniform. Combine that with my vague face-blindness, and I was struggling. Maybe keep a cast list open or something, just to help you kep track.
3. On Earth My Nina
Did you watch EVILIVE? (You should!) Did you adore that handsome cat-eyed boy who was Seo Doyeong's right-hand goon? Do you want to see him play a beautiful and tragic transfemme who is a morally complicated but ultimately incredibly sympathetic character?
Hell yeah you do.
Nina is a oneshot character -- season 2, episode 3 is all you get. Yet you could probably write an entire dissertation about how D.P. is a Manly Show For Manly Men that takes this episode to condemn homophobia and transphobia as unqualified evils, no nuance, no discussion. And you might think I'd be the one to do it, but no! I'm gonna talk about punchin' stuff.
4. Some kick-ass fight choreography!
If you're sick of fight scenes that are just a million quick cuts of shaky hand-held footage meant to cover how the actors couldn't punch their way out of a paper bag, I've got some great news for you!
As I said up top, this is a violent show. There's lots of people getting punched, kicked, shot, stabbed, burned, blown up, bludgeoned, strangled, hit by cars, tossed out windows, and generally roughed up pretty badly. I wouldn't call it gory or gross, necessarily, but it doesn't hold back on the damage that gets done. It understands just how many times you have to punch a trained soldier before that trained soldier finally goes down. The folk with the fake blood and bruise makeup definitely earned their paychecks.
It doesn't try to pretty up the violence either, so when I say I like the fight choreography, I don't mean that things get artsy or poetic. What this show has going for it is some very smart work that doesn't rely on jiggling the camera to build tension. A couple of the fights are one person against a group, and they're timed well enough that none of the extras look like they're just hovering in the background, checking their watch and waiting their turn.
I like how scrappy the brawls can get, too. Han Hoyeol (more on him in a moment) will just fling himself bodily at people, knocking them down in ways that aren't graceful, but get the job done. These aren't graceful battles between honorable masters. They're mostly one guy who's trying to get away versus another guy who's trying to subdue him. Those can be very interesting stakes.
Most of the actors are clearly well-trained in stage combat. Every now and then, though, you get someone who's clearly a martial artist, and they just let him at it. The one chest kick that Lego Grandpa gets off? Damn.
But a lot of times, the fights are just sad.
The main boys realize very quickly that their job is returning abuse victims to their abusers. Sometimes they can feel good about bringing in some dangerous shithead or chasing a thug! Mostly, though, they're approaching their quarries with the attitude of, you should really come with us, because the next guys coming for you won't be nearly as gentle. You as the viewer wind up rooting against our guys as often as not, because you want to see the deserters get away. That's a level of moral complication I was not expecting when I started out!
I hope you are ready for some man-tears, because this show is at least 30% man-tears by volume. Crying while punching someone you care about? It doesn't get manlier than that.
5. The aforementioned gay stuff
Okay, I made you wait for it, so here we go.
This is love.
The tall, quiet, buff one is An Junho, the main character of the show. The lanky, scrappy, crazy one is Han Hoyeol, his eventual partner.
It goes a little bit like this: Junho is a completely emotionally unavailable young man from a terribly abusive family situation. He gets paired up with Hoyeol, who actively and openly cares about Junho's well-being. Junho reacts to this like someone who has never been cared for in his whole life. Hoyeol reacts to that like someone who has never had someone actually let him care for them.
They then enter into a buddy-cop dynamic that's great because they genuinely like one another. They get close pretty quick because they go through some incredibly traumatic things together. Junho starts to learn how to care, and Hoyeol starts to learn to stop hiding his own trauma behind his jokester personality. And they do this just in time to get traumatized even more! That's kind of how the show goes.
I want to talk for a second about Han Hoyeol.
I must at this moment confess that I don't speak Korean gay-coding enough to know if that's what's happening with him. We are introduced to him by a loving and surprisingly long shot of his ass in a pair of panties with his name written on the butt. His mannerisms are exaggerated and his whole personality is extra. He's comfortable around drag queens. Homophobic insults roll off his back. And that's all without even getting into what he says in front of Junho's mom and little sister. What I'm saying is: In a show full of Manly Man-Type Men, honestly, he reads kind of like a fag.
Which means one of two things: either he's actually meant to come across as a (nominally) closeted gay man, or he's supposed to be a straight man so comfortable in his straightness that he doesn't care if he seems like a fruit. Both make me happy to consider.
Hoyeol is by far my favorite character in the show. He's great because he's definitely kind of a wacky loose cannon, but believably so. He's defiant and gleefully irritating, but he reins it in juuuuust enough that you can imagine he'd be tolerable even by Korean military standards. So it's not one of those situations where you're wondering why the hell the straitlaced establishment puts up with this completely insubordinate fictional guy. Hoyeol will do what he's supposed to; he just reserves the right to be annoying as heck while he does it.
This is not a drama like Beyond Evil or EVILIVE, where the main character of the show is the relationship between the two leads. This is An Junho's tale, where Han Hoyeol is merely a supporting character. But he is an extremely important supporting character, and their interactions form the core of Junho's protagonist arc. They are the only people who can see one another for what they truly are: vulnerable and traumatized and badly in need of love. Whether you read that love as romantic or not, it is love.
They totally should kiss, though. Not during the time period covered in the show, mind you; those boys have way too much damage to work through first. They're gonna need a slow post-canon burn. Somebody get on that for me. There's a mere 78 works on AO3 for this show. We can do better. Support our troops.
...Hold on a damn minute, is this another one of those things that doesn't have an actual ending?
I saw a lot of people saying that before I started watching, so that was what I was prepared for, and you know what? They're wrong!
Season 2 aired in July 2023, and as far as I can tell, there has to been no noise made about a season 3. More to that, I don't think there's going to be one. While I think the series could support one, sure, I absolutely, 100% think it doesn't need one.
I understand where the "season 3 when?" people are coming from. Not all the conflicts of the show get all wrapped up with a neat bow, and not everybody ends clearly on the path to a stable happily ever after. Honestly, though, that's better, because it's at least an acknowledgment that the issues at play here are not subject to a quick solution. Cycles of abuse don't stop quickly or easily. There is still more work to be done to get the toxicity out of the masculinity at the heart of Korean military culture.
And that's if you can get the toxicity out at all. It may be too much of a feature, not a bug. The show isn't quite willing to say it outright, but you really have to consider if this kind of corruption and abuse is just too endemic to the system as it is structured now, where everyone buys into the lie that the military is such a noble and unqualified good that it is above question. D.P. portrays a badly broken institution that permanently damages not only the people forced by law to endure it, but the country at large. After all, as long as you're sending every young man in your culture through an intense multi-year experience that demands he violently hate femmes, fags, fatties, freaks, and feelings, you are going to see those attitudes continue to ripple out through Korean society for a long, long time.
Ready to watch?
It's a Netflix series, so off to Netflix you go! Heck, if you're already there, you've probably seen it recommended for you already -- I know that's how I found it. Click that little banner and start watching!
Real talk: I don't think this show could have gotten made today in the U.S., given the stranglehold the military-industrial complex has over big-studio productions, to say nothing of U.S. public opinion. Supporting our troops also means never questioning what kind of godawful meat grinder we're throwing them into, I guess.
And you definitely couldn't have made here, because deserters would've just gotten shot in the first ten minutes! Ha ha anyway.
Now there's a couple of good ol' D.P. boys. Mm-hmm.
Finished this show two days ago and it painfully is as underrated as it can beπ Sharing this so you guys can get yourself an idea and maybe (pretty please) watch this masterpiece. There are SO LITTLE things on D.P., whether it is edits or any works in general, it actually breaks my heart because I sort of fell in love with this show (and especially Jun-oh and Ho-yeol's dynamic duo). And honestly I think know it has the potential to be loved by many, which makes it even more painful knowing no one knows about this show </3
Anyway this was the little useless rant of the day :p
I'm doing fine tysm!! I hope you're doing well tooπ and you're right we haven't been interacting this much I'm sorry it's mostly my fault for not posting for like a monthππ I kinda lost motivation for a second there but it's slowly coming back eheh :p I don't wanna tease anything but chapter two of Seongje fic might actually come out soon..... hopefully........
love you so much queen please never changeππ«° you're like genuinely one of the best people I've met out there both with ur writing and cuz ur just so cool like that like what can I even say we all love you
My name is Kayla (you can call me Kay), she/her, Choi Hyunwook lover β‘ If it wasn't obvious, my favorite color is purple and I am a very big fan of stars! Weak Hero Class is my very favorite k-drama <3 My favorite (and only) K-pop artist is T.O.P. (I could probably die for this man (his new album is the best thing I've heard this year and the three ones before that what)).
French β INFP-T β 9w1 β Bisexual β Shifter
Main passion: cinema <3
Interests: psychology, music, books, art in general (drawing, painting, editing, etc), movies/series/dramas, making films, creating OCs and writing a whole book about them for every piece of media I encounter only for them to rot and die in my computer forever the second I lose interest in said piece of media (if I didn't kill them in the story lol).
Favorite shows: 9-1-1, Brooklyn 99, probably others but my mind is blank right now.
Favorite animes (not in order cause I can't choose to save my life): Haikyuu, Hunter x Hunter, Attack on Titan.
Favorite dramas: Weak Hero Class, Squid Game, Alice in Borderland, The Glory, Dear X, Twinkling Watermelon, Twenty five twenty one, Racket Boys, My Name, D.P., (why are some of them so underrated omg)...
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: ΜΜβ I won't write smut for now, I don't feel very comfortable with it, but suggestive content is okay.
: ΜΜβ I'm okay with writing anything tied to mental health, I don't think any subject about it is too sensitive for me (if it is, I will inform you by declining your request so always feel free to ask away).
: ΜΜβ Please bear any mistakesβyou can correct me in the commentsβor any lack of vocabulary.
: ΜΜβ Also please please please be precise in your requests so I can make it the best for you! Whether you want it as headcanons, scenarios, the genre (angst, fluff...), character(s) you want it with and the reader's relationship with them (most often it's romantic but it can also be platonic, siblings relationship, etc (I could die for the older brother/younger sister trope)). Any further indication will be deeply appreciated!
: ΜΜβ I always write with a female reader in mind, though most of my works turn out working for gn!reader, but I can write with male reader (it'll probably suck but anyway...).
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Hiii I love your writing so muchhhh and I was wondering if you could do a headcannon of the whc guys reacting to the reader coming from a family who struggles with finances? Like she tried to hide it the best she could but they figure it out you know????
Hope you have a wonderful day!!!! <33
"MoneyΒ doesn'tΒ buyΒ love"
SUMMARY: How the Weak Hero Class boys react to their girlfriend coming from a family struggling with finance.
PAIRINGS: Yeon Sieun, Ahn Suho, Oh Beomseok, Park Humin, Go Hyuntak, Seo Juntae, Na Baekjin, Geum Seongje.
GENRE: Fluff, small angst for Beomseok and Gotak's part.
TW: Swearing, arguing.
WORD COUNT: 4.4 K.
NOTE: Gotak's part is the longest, Juntae, Baekjin and Seongje are shorter (especially Seongje), I hate how I wrote Baekjin, and this is lowkey rushed and shit but hey at least I'm posting ahah (please don't kill me).
Bro knows from day one you canβt hide anything from him. Seriously he wonβt mention it if he feels it makes you uncomfortable, but he really doesnβt mind. Heβs happy to pay for you and to help however he canβthough he wonβt step any boundaries if he senses youβre bothered in the slightest.
βββββ―ββββ
βAww this is so cute!β
You couldnβt hold back a small exclamation at the sight of a small stuffed animalβthe kind that was all fluffy and wide-eyed but somehow costed more than your own organs. Okay, maybe not, but stillβthe price was ridiculous. Your boyfriend watched you quietly as you turned the small doll in your hands, grinning like a child.
βDo you want to buy it?β
You almost flinched at his voice, snapping you back to reality as you chuckled and quickly put the plushie away.
βOh no.β You smiled, dismissing the offer a little too quick to be natural. βIβm fine, priceβs a scandal.β
You chuckled before walking away quickly, keeping yourself busy with some other objects in the small shopβfighting not to look back at the doll every other second. It was stupid, you knew it was, but you really wanted that small stuffed toy.
Sieun noticed, because of course he didβhe always noticed everything about you.
He kept quiet as he always did, because he knew youβd deny everything and keep it to your grave if you had to. Instead, he simply grabbed the plushie from the shelf and walked back towards you, holding it in his hands.
When you excitedly turned around to tell him something, you stopped yourself at the sight of the doll squeezed in his hand.
βWhy do you have that?β You chuckled, sounding more awkward than anything. βPut it back, I told you I donβt need it.β
βBut you want it.β
That made you stop. You did want itβbut you were far from having enough money to excuse this, even as a one time thing. You couldn't just say thatβadmit a certain poverty your boyfriend probably already knew about anyway, but you were stubborn. Or scared.
βIβm fine.β You mumbled, turning around to look at anything other than him. But your boyfriend wasnβt having it.
His hand came up to gently grab your wrist and turn you around to face him.
βHey. You donβt have to be ashamed.β
You looked up, finally managing to meet his eyes. You opened your mouth to explain yourself but he cut you off.
βI know. I donβt mind. Donβt worry about money with me, okay? If you want something, I can buy it.β
Your eyes widened and you shook your head quickly.
βNo! I donβt want you to spend money on dumb things for meIββ
βItβs not dumb if it made you smile.β Sieun retorted quietly. βAnd this is about what I want. Itβs my money right? I can buy what I want, and I want to buy you this plushie. Even if itβs lumpy and has weird eyes.β
You couldn't hold back a chuckle at that, fighting off the small blush creeping up to your cheeks. Unable to say anything, you simply hugged your boyfriend, kissing his cheek as his lips twitched upwards.
No amount of money mattered as long as he could have you like that.
β πππ ππππ
This man is in the same situation as you. Probably guesses easily but wonβt mention it because he knows how it might feel. If you feel good enough to talk about it though, he listens quietly and nods alongβnot to be nice, though he is, but because he genuinely understands.
βββββ―ββββ
You stood before your boyfriendβs front door, shivering from the cold night air. Youβve been to his house a few times already, met his grandma too, yet you couldn't free yourself from the knot twisting your stomach. You looked down on the small bouquet of flowers you held in your handsβtruly the only thing you could afford. A few days back, youβd vaguely mentioned your financial struggles to your boyfriend and he insisted that you didnβt worry about that, that even though you knew he struggled with money too, heβd help you with anything you needed. Still, you couldnβt bring yourself to come for dinner at his place with empty hands. You were about to knock again when the door finally opened.
βHey babe.β Suho grinned from ear to ear, eyes sparkling at your sight. βCome on in, halmeoniβs waiting for you.β
You smiled back at him and walked in, your boyfriend closing the door behind you when a sudden yelp was heard.
βYouβre finally here!β
You smiled and respectfully bowed as your boyfriendβs grandma walked to you before accepting her warm embrace, grinning against her shoulder. Ever since you two met, youβve been like two long time bestiesβoften ganging up on Suho to tease him as he glanced at you with mock betrayal in his eyes.
βIβm so happy to see you halmeoni.β You smiled, walking back from the small hug.
You kept a small smile on your face, the knot in your stomach tightening as you hesitantly handed her the bouquet, heat coming up to your cheeks. You had to clear your throat to be able to speak.
βHalmeoni.. I wanted to bring you something soβ¦β
You tried not to look too much at the small bouquet, shame filling your chest at the sight of the few flowers, some wilted, their petals hanging off like they were herself ashamed of their poor appearance. Behind you, you could feel Suhoβs presenceβand you knew he was about to say something but his grandma acted before he could.
Carefully, like handling the most precious diamond, she grabbed the bouquet, observing it before meeting your eyes again, her smile so soft you swore you felt your heart melt.
βTheyβre beautiful sweetie.β
It was a lie, everyone knew it, but it eased your nerves. As she walked off to put them in a vase, you felt your boyfriendβs arm wrap around your waist.
βTold you not to bring anything.β He murmured, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.
βI couldn't just walk in empty-handed.β You quietly protested.
Your boyfriend glanced at you for a moment before speaking up again, his voice soft as ever.
βYes you could have. I donβt care if you donβt have money, youβre my girlfriend and I love you. And you know halmeoni loves you even more than that, you donβt need to prove anything.β He chuckled but his smile was sincere. βDonβt ever feel pressured for this okay? I love you, nothing will change that.β
Your chest warmed at his words and the softest smile rested now on your lips. Slowly, Suho leaned in to kiss them tenderly before pulling back, smiling.
βNow comβon. Halmeoni made her best dishes for you.β
β ππ ππππππππ
Iβm so sorry I feel like he would not have a clue. If you told him about it though, heβd buy everything you could think of. Even if it means going against his father and risking a beatingβthis boy will do anything for you. Showers you in love and money like youβre his princess (you lowkey are).
βββββ―ββββ
βSurprise!β
βBeomseokβ¦β
Your boyfriend stood at your door, a wide smile he only truly dared exposing when with you. In his hands? The prettiest bouquet, your favorite chocolate, and that one perfume you eyed in a store ages ago but insisted you didnβt need. You sighed quietly at the sight but couldnβt help the corner of your lips from twitching upwards. Ever since you dared mention the possibility of your financial struggles, your boyfriend has been spoiling you any chances he gotβand that was a lot.
βYou need to stop spoiling me.β You quietly protested as you grabbed the bouquet from his hands, stepping aside so he could walk in.
βWhy would I? I want to.β He simply smiled back, entering your house.
You pretended to roll your eyes to hide the way your cheeks flushed at your boyfriendβs words. Guiding him through your house, Beomseok sat on your couch while you put the flowers in a vase. The boy looked at you through the whole process, staring with a small dumb smile on his face like you hung the stars. Once you were done, you walked to sit on the couch beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around your shoulders, sofltly rubbing the skin of your arm. A soft sigh of contentment escaped your lips as you slowly close your eyesβnot dozing off, simply resting.
βYou donβt have to do that, you know.β
The words, stuck on loop in your mind, finally leave your mouth after a small silence. Startled, Beomseok shifts his head to look at you.
βDo what?β
You look up to meet your boyfriend's gaze.
βBuying me things. Coming home with hundreds of gifts every time. I know I donβt have much money but I donβt need your pity.β
The words come out harsher than intented, making you wince, but you canβt apologize that your boyfriend is already speaking up.
βYou think Iβm pitying you?β
Thereβs a hint of hurt in his tone, and thatβs what makes your chest ache. But he doesnβt snap, doesnβt break. For once, he seems.. calm. Confident.
βDonβt you get it? I buy you things because I want to. Because I like spoiling you, seeing the way you smile, or how your eyes sparkle each time you get something you really like.β
The air between you is thickβbut itβs not tension, not really. Guilt claws at your heart as Beomseok slowly speaks his truth. You hold onto him a bit tighter as he keeps going.
βI do this because I love you. Not out of pity, not out of mockeryβbecause I like you. And I want to do this. To make you smile.β
You're at a loss of words. What could you even answer to that? Your throat is tight and your eyes burn with tears you wonβt spill. You hold it all in. Until your boyfriend leans in closer, just enough so his lips graze against the shell of your ear.
βI love you baby. Be as poor or rich as you want, I donβt care. What matters is you, and you only.β
You donβt know what got into your boyfriend to suddenly be so expressiveβable to speak out his feelings without falling apart like he unfortunately so often did. Maybe seeing you on edge was enough to keep him tethered on one thingβmaking you feel better. Either way, it didnβt matter.
None did when he held you against him, and gently kissed away your sole tear running down your cheek.
β ππππ πππππ
Same as Suho, heβs literally in the same situation. Wonβt ever mean to but he might accidentally spill and tell his friendsβnot that theyβd be mean about it. He doesn't think you have any reason to hide it anyway, because money doesnβt make you more or less valuable and he loves you the very same anyway.
βββββ―ββββ
βOh really? Okay!β
This had been your boyfriendβs reaction when you told him about your situation. Itβs not that he didnβt care, he truly did, but he didnβt think it was that much of a deal for you. That you had to worry if your family would have enough to eat by the end of the month, or if youβd manage to pay the rent on time for once. You had enough to live, sureβyou didnβt like considering yourself poor as long as you had a roof over your head anywayβ, but money was just tight enough that you couldnβt carelessly eat out with your friends like normal teenagers.
Today was like any other day, you zoned out during a group hang out, wondering if your mom had eaten at lunchβshe swore to you to stop skipping meals but you suspected she did behind your backβ, when warmth embraced you from behind. Your boyfriend, with that same wide grin he always wore, murmured in your ear, his breath tickling the shell of it.
βLost in your pretty head?β
You rolled your eyes at his horrible attempt at flirting and shrugged him off as he laughed, your lips twitching.
βPushing me away? Is this how we end?β Baku dramatically gasped, clutching his heart.
You couldnβt hold back a chuckle and your boyfriendβs eyes lit up at the sound, his lips stretching impossibly wide as he pulled you into a tight hug again, not letting go this time.
βThatβs what I wanna hear!β He beamed like an idiot, making you laugh again as you struggled playfully in his grip while he spun you around.
When the both of you calmed down, you could feel Bakuβs hold turning gentle as he murmured in your ear again.
βIs everything alright?β His tone carried the hint of worry heβd hidden the moment he noticed you zoning out. βYou seemed out of it.β
You kept quiet for a moment, leaning back against your boyfriendβs chest as you shrugged.
βJust worried.β You mumbled back, your eyes locking in the void again, as if seeing things only you could.
βIs it because of money?β
You turned to him, eyes widening a little. You didnβt expect him to guess, even less on the first try.
βIs it that obvious?β You couldnβt stop a light chuckle from escaping your lipsβtrying to untie the knot forming in your throat rather than actual amusement. Your boyfriend only smiled back, that soft, sincere smile few people knew him.
βYou always do that little frown when you think of it.β He simple answered, like he always knew, always noticed.
Your heart clenched but he kept going.
βIβm sorry if I made you feel like I didnβt care last time. I swear I do.β Baku leaned a little closer, gently grabbing your hands. βI didnβt really thinkβ¦ it hurt you that much. And I donβt want you to hurt.β
Itβs only when your boyfriend softly wiped a tear off your cheek that you noticed youβd been crying.
βI love you.β He muttered, gently pressing his forehead against yours. βNo amount of money is gonna change that. Ever.β
You chuckled, a strangled sound escaping you throat as you nodded against him. Baku only pulled you back into his embrace holding you softly.
Nothing else mattered then.
β ππ πππππππ
Heβd notice little things but doesnβt think much of itβI feel like heβd might get the wrong idea and gets frustrated so you have to explain everything to him. Heβll end up apologizing quietly and reassuring you that money has nothing to do with your relationship.
βββββ―ββββ
Gotak didnβt always say what he thought. Though he was hot-headed, a bit reckless sometimes, he never wanted to be like that. Not with you. He didnβt want to mention each time you refused to buy something for yourself, not in the playful way but in that serious and quiet tone. But he noticed. And he wanted to understand. So today, he wasnβt letting go, no matter how far it went. Because he so genuinely wantedβno, needed to know.
βLook at this.β Your eyes widened at the sight of a cute plushie your boyfriend handed to you. βDo you wanna buy it?β
The question seemed innocent, genuine, but your boyfriendβs eyes were fixed on yoursβwaiting, apprehending an answer he already knew. It was like the toy was made for youβyou loved the texture, the colors were your favorite, Gotak knew all that. You had no reason to refuse it. And yet.
βAh, wellβ¦ I donβt really need it.β
You smiled at him, averting your gaze from the plushie as if it burned you. You always did that when you wanted to avoid a subject, Gotak noticed that too. Usually, he took the hint and simply smiled, moving on so you wouldnβt feel uncomfortable. But not today.
βWhy not?β he retorted. βYou donβt have to need it to buy it.β
You met your boyfriendβs gaze with wide eyes, confused for a moment. It wasnβt like him to push something like this. Not with that oh too certain look in his eyes, like he knew something instead of simply not getting the hint. Could he possibly be getting angry over this? Why would he?
βI.. I just donβt wanna buy it.β You frowned. βItβs not that deepββ
βIsnβt it though?β Gotak cut you off, his burning eyes meeting head on with yours.
Thatβs when you were certainβthis wasnβt about the plushie anymore.
βGotakββ
βYou never buy anything for yourself.β Your boyfriend cut you off again, losing his temper. βYouβre always finding excuses, like treating yourself from times to times is a crime. And you won't even let me offer you those things either! Itβs like you canβt accept to be gifted something!β
You kept quiet through his whole outburst. This was different from his usual annoyanceβthis time it felt likeβ¦ he was getting angry at you on your behalf?
βI just don't understand why you canβt accept something as ridiculous as a stupid stuffed animalββ
βGotak.β
You were the one to cut him off this time. And for once, he listened, meeting your gaze again with furrowed eyebrows. You kept calm, speaking slowly yet firm enough for him to know you weren't joking.
βItβs not about that. Seriously.β You added before he could speak over you again. βListen, the thing is I just.. donβt feel comfortable spending money on things I donβt actually need. And I donβt like you spending off all your life savings on me either.β
βBut why?!β
Your boyfriendβs voice turned almost desperateβheβd never been this confused before. Who didnβt like to be spoiled by their partnerβ?
βBecause I donβt have money.β
Gotakβs eyes widened as he suddenly went quiet, replaying your words in his head for a moment.
βYou donβt haveβwait what?β He spoke again, voice suddenly soft and confused. βBabe what are you talking aboutββ
βMy parents work but clearly itβs not enough. Itβs not for nothing Iβve been working part-time jobs and work so hard in school too. I want to make money quick enough so my family doesn't have to sacrifice their lives to their workβonly to barely make ends meet every month.β
Your boyfriend was uncharacteristically quiet after this, looking at you as if he suddenly saw you in a whole new light. You sighed quietly, rubbing your temple.
βIβm sorry I didnβt tell you earlier but Iβm not exactly comfortable talking about it. And Iβd rather not have everyone knowing eitherββ
You could barely finish your sentence that you were suddenly squeezed into a tight hug, your face buried in your boyfriendβs chest as he held you against him for a long second. Pulling away, he kept his hands on your shoulders as he met your gaze again.
βIβm sorry.β Gotak murmured. βI didnβt know, I shouldn't have gotten angry, Iββ
He cut himself off, shaking his head as if mentally scolding himself before meeting your eyes againβand you could read all the guilt of the world in them too.
βIβm sorry.β He repeated quietly.
You smiled softly as you cupped your boyfriendβs face.
βIt's okay, I'm glad I was able to tell you about it.β
Gotak nodded, smiling again as he grabbed the plushie back.
βNow I have to buy it for you though. As an apology.β
You chuckled and rolled your eyes playfullyβbut squeezed the plushie to your heart tighter than ever.
β πππ ππππππ
The cutest of them all, what do you expect? Would give you his kidney if you needed so if itβs 'only' some moneyβheβll give you that too. Always make sure youβre loved and his new mission is now to make you forget all your worries.
βββββ―ββββ
βHi baby!β
Your boyfriendβs voice resonated through the chaos of your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. You shifted to see his face smiling at you like youβre the best thing heβs seen todayβand you were.
βHow are you doing?β He gently asks. βYou looked a bit zoned out.β
You shook your head to try and get you out of that groggy state you found yourself in, smiling softly at Juntae.
βI'm fine.β You simply answered, forcing your eyes opened.
Your boyfriend gave you a knowing look.
βAre you tired?β He asked softly.
You chuckled and shrugged, brushing it off. You always did.
βItβs fine.β
But Juntae wasnβt having it. He sat next to you and gently put his hand over yours, keeping his gaze on your interlocked fingers as if to give himself the strength to speak up.
βYou donβt have to lie to me.β He murmured. βI know you worry a lot about your family lately.β
He made sure not to mention which struggle you both thought of in case mean ears were around, but you knew.
βI completely understand, and it shows just how great of a person you are. But.. I canβt help but worry about you.β
He admitted quietly, finally finding the strength to look up and meet your gaze. His eyes were so full of love and care you could have bawled right there.
βI just want you to know that Iβm always here for you. And.. I love you. A lot. And if you need to talk I'm always here, whatever is the issue. I promise.β
You couldnβt help the softest chuckle at his rambling, making him stop to admire you and chuckle in turn. You rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand slowly.
βJuntae-ya, did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?β
You swore your boyfriendβs cheeks turned into two huge tomatoes and you stifled a laugh.
βThank you.β You added after a quiet moment, voice soft and sincere. βIt means the world to me.β
Your boyfriend smiled at that, his cheeks still a bit flushed, and nodded slowly. After a quiet moment where the two of you just enjoyed each otherβs presence, Juntae spoke up again.
βIf you have trouble sleeping, I can buy you some magnesium. It did wonders with Sieun and I thinkββ
You smiled to yourself, admiring with the most whipped smile as your boyfriend drifted away in his rant.
β ππ πππππππ
This guy literally runs the Union he gains like millions of won everydayβhe will understand your struggle, sure, but donβt even worry of running out of money with him by your side. Heβll make sure nobody knows to spare you the mocking of stupid bulliesβnot that he canβt handle them if it comes to it.
βββββ―ββββ
βHey Baekjinβ¦β
Your boyfriend looked up from the documents heβd been reading, frowning as he sees you standing in his office at the bowling alley. Itβs not that he wasn't happy to see you, just.. surprised. You rarely came all the way here unless he invited you himself. The quiet tone of your voice, your fidgeting fingers and your evasive gaze did not help to ease his assumptions. Something happened. Or was about to.
βYes? What is it? Are you okay?β His gaze raked over you, making sure you werenβt injured before finding your gaze again.
You quickly nodded, swallowing.
βYes, yes Iβm fine. I justβ¦β You cut yourself off before exhaling slowly, as if preparing yourself. βCan I borrow some money?β
There were a small silence between the two of you as Baekjin watched over you and you looked away, looking guilty.
βOf course.β Your boyfriend finally answered, grabbing a few bills from his pocket. βIs that all? Why do you need it?β
You could tell your boyfriend wasnβt done worrying nor questionning you as long as you wouldnβt explain yourself. He probably thought some guy was harassing you to get some money out of you or something. You sighed quietly.
βIt's stupid.β You muttered. βIβve just walked past this pastry while walking here and Iβm hungryβ¦ but I don't have any money so I came to ask you.β
Another silence fell in the small room until your boyfriend deadpanned.
βAre you fucking serious?β
You froze.
βDoes it bother you?β
Baekjin almost groaned at that, rubbing his forehead like you just gave him the worst headache.
βItβs not thatβgosh you can't just walk in here looking all anxious like someone assaulted you then just ask some money for food. You worried me.β
You couldnβt hold back the smallest chuckle.
βI felt uncomfortable asking.β You quietly protested.
βYeah, and I felt uncomfortable watching you looking so worried and guilty.β Baekjin retorted, finally sliding the money towards you. βGo on, buy what you want. And please donβt feel this anxious to ask for money. I told you countless times I donβt mind.β
You nodded, smiling sheepishly and quickly ran off to buy your favorite pastries with a small overexcited smile on your face.
You better buy some chocolate for your boyfriend too.
β ππππ πππππππ
Nonchalant bastard. Doesnβt care as long as you have enough to live decentlyβheβll take care of the rest with the money he gained with the Union. Donβt get him wrong; he does care about you and your strugglesβjust doesnβt see the point in worrying as long as you can fulfill your basic needs. He can spoil you himself after all.
βββββ―ββββ
βAnd?β
You stood dumbfounded in front of your boyfriend, frowning. You hadnβt expect him to go full scandal mode, but you did expect a bit more reaction. You couldnβt find your words for a few second.
βWellβI mean I canβt buy things just like that you know soββ
βWhat about it?β Your boyfriend sighed. βI have some money from the Union. And itβs not like we need to buy a house or something yet. As long as you have enough to eat and a roof to sleep under, Iβll take care of the rest.β
Seongje offered you a side glance, as if making sure you actually did have enough for your basic needsβto which you nodded.
βWeβll be fine.β He shrugged.
You nodded, reassured by your boyfriendβs words. The both of you kept quiet, letting a comfortable silence surround youβthe only sounds being from cars in the distance. After a few minutes, you opened your mouth again.
βDoes this mean youβll come shopping with me?β
You grinned teasingly at your boyfriend, who scoffed like the cocky bastard he was.
βHell no, I ainβt your personal wallet.β
He spoke with assuranceβbut you knew you could get him to comply if you really wanted to.
βFine then.β You dramatically sighed and looked in the distance. βGuess I wonβt have any money for the game room eitherββ
Some jokes arenβt to be made with your boyfriend.
AN: how low do I have to bow for the terrible lateness? I'm so deeply sorry anon youβve been waiting for this for so long I hope you like it stillπ lowkey thinking of creating an award for y'all bearing with me and still following me fr like you're the actual best I love you all
But anyway I hope you like it anon thank you so much for the support!!<33
There are truly so many scenes in Weak Hero that I love, but I always find myself coming back to this scene of Sieun and Suho.
Just yesterday, Sieun broke the nose of a classmate and stabbed another in the hand with a pen, and then proceeded to attack Suho when he tried to intervene. Despite this, Suho is the one to reach out first when he sees Sieun on the bus. All friendly like, making his little joke about them being lovers in a past life, as if that fight didn't happen just yesterday. And Sieun, who we know loves to ignore people when he doesn't want to talk, answers Suho's questions, even if it might draw some attention to him since he has to speak loudly for the other to hear.
Then there's this little pause here where Suho just smiles kind of expectantly at Sieun (which kills me btw it's so cute).
Then, back to Sieun looking a bit nervous, but clearly wanting to say something. His apology for yesterday, and he does! And Suho quickly accepts it with the request that Sieun treat him to a meal sometime. No anger present anywhere in his expression, and then he's off after saying good bye and shooting a little finger heart at Sieun.
It's such a cute little scene that shows that Suho knows that Sieun is not a violent person, at least that he doesn't want to be. And because he knows this, he also knows that Sieun feels bad about attacking him, so instead of taking it personally and avoiding Sieun, he reaches out. Lets Sieun know "Hey, I know you were having a bad day and I know you didn't mean to hurt me." I think the pause there was him making the space for Sieun to say something, whether it be the apology or anything really. And he keeps it lighthearted, swiftly taking in the apology with a promise of future interaction if Sieun wanted there to be, and I LOVE that he leaves that choice up to Sieun.
Something I really love about Suho is the way he's a very good combination of pushy and patient with Sieun. He knows where he should push a boundary vs where he needs to take a step back.
I'm just rambling here really, but ugh, I love these two so much.
JUST FINISHED THAT ONE FUCKING TASK I'D BEEN WORKING ON FOR MONTHS I AM FREE
i can now peacefully do things i LIKE without having to worry or stress myselfππ y'all cannot understand how happy i am OFFICIALLY NOT ON A BREAK ANYMORE AND WORKING ON REQUESTS
(don't expect anything too soon tho.... I'm very late)
synopsis: for generations in your family, the women in your family seemed to have a kind of curse where they eventually turn into a guy, early or later at any point, once they reach legal age. it's not a permanent issue for most because it can be revertible β but it was always needed to be kept as a secret and you almost basically needed to deal with the entire change yourself. well, you would think you're safe because you're a man, but how would you explain the entire thing to your roommate right now, that the curse has now reached you just a week after your 19th birthday, and now you have a physique of a woman!?
warnings: written parts are not proofread enough , possibly a bit fast paced, i'm not sure if some of these dialogues make sense, he/him pronouns used for a female, kinda...^_^; just for this chapter guys...
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ii. THERE'S A WOMAN IN MY DORM (wc. 1.2k...wtf)
well, guess that means he needs to take showers twice today before and after his job shifts.
m/n shuts down his phone before putting it back on his desk to charge. he let out a heavy sigh before belly flopping onto his bed, shoving a pillow under his arm before he released a long scream into another pillow, kicking his legs up and down impulsively before he flipped himself onto his back and stood up from bed to prepare his shower, better do it now then later since he usually takes long.
TIMESKIP (20 + 5 mins)
he enters back to his own bedroom wearing a random graphic t-shirt he found closest to his hand when looking for one, and a pair of lounge shorts, slightly damp. he kept rubbing his eyes deliberately after the lightest bit of shampoo hit his eye without invitation, followed with a small hit of drowsiness taking over.
a power nap's the closest he could do to fix that right now, just so he could just go straight back to getting ready and leave for his shift...at least that's what he believes. he goes to reach for his phone again to set a 5-minute alarm before putting it back again. he plopped down his bed, and somehow, perhaps luckily, knocks out and goes to sleep within the next seconds after his head hit the pillow.
" youβ HEY! WHO ARE YOU!? WAKE UP! What the hell? "
what's going on? has it been five minutes already that quick? he literally just went to sleep! the voice sounds like beomseok... isn't he supposed to be out right now? and why the hell does he sound like he's near...
" Where's M/N ?! "
excuse you? he slowly opens his eyes, rubbing them lightly and yawning...but ending up sounding a bit...audibly light? As he sits up from bed β but it doesn't feel the same, if that made sense? His clothes are all the same, but his body feels a bit heavy, and weirdly foreign. one of his hands reaches for his hair, it feels thicker than how it's supposed to be. and his crotchβ
m/n interrupts his own thoughts as he immediately looks up at a skeptical beomseok who was a meter away from his bed, who was glaring at him like he was about to kick m/n out of the dorm.
" ...Why are you- oh...OH. "
as soon he tried to speak up, it wasn't his voice... at all. he sounded like a regular teenage girl?!
" Are you going to explain who you are...?! Because I'm sure we've...never met... "
...this isn't supposed to happen. is he dreaming? he definitely is.
he impulsively slapped himself following through that thought, hoping that he'd be jumping up from his bed and actually wake up. nothing happened, other than his left cheek stinging a tad bit.
β β¦Beomseokβ β
" HOW do you know my nameβ does m/n have a girlfriend? " beomseok mumbled to himself.
β I HEARD THAT! β
β Well, are you!? "Β
β Noβ¦it'sβ¦meβ¦ "
β Huh? "Β
Brief silence. He just wanted his day to be normal.
" It's meβ¦M/Nβ¦ β
" Yah, stop messing around! What are you toβ β
" I'M NOT MESSING AROUND DAMN IT! I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M A GIRL! β
β THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE IN ANY WAY? At least try to do a good prank on me if you and m/n gonna do oneβ¦ β
" How the hell do I prove to you that I'm still M/N ?! β
" ...You can't! Quit trying toβ β
" WAIT! " m/n stood up, almost falling down on the bed again. hell, as he looked down at his own bodyβ¦it did not feel natural. it's not even hisβ¦most likely.
he slightly tugged down his shorts and lifted his shirt up to his stomach. beomseok almost shrilled out of fear as he took a few steps back, diverting his eyes to another direction.
β Beomseok! Remember the matching tattoo I have with my sister? LOOK! It's still there! It's me! "Β
m/n points at the small tattoo located at the right side of his waist, which had a strangely unique pattern β a somewhat essential part of him.
m/n and his sister both had gotten matching tattoos before she would become an adult, a piece of evidence so that they would recognize each other once the curses reaches his sister. m/n knew that beomseok had seen the tattoo before (and only the part where he's matching with his sister, no other details of why).
beomseok squints his eyes, flickering at the tattoo and at the girl in front of him and hesitating to speak up. he was definitely not entirely convinced, no normal person would be.
" Let's just say I believe you, but...that isn't even biologically possible, or likeβ it's not even possible in any way. You don't even look that identical... "
whether m/n still looks the same could be debatable at the moment because he has still not seen any reflections of himself yet, and beomseok's not wrong about the biologically impossible part, but it technically has happened to his sister and their mom, so it'd clearly not entirely impossible.
speaking of his sister and mom, this anomaly curse has always happened to the women of the family only...so if this is the thing that reached him, how does that even happen? and WHY did HE have to chosen one?!
" M/n...you're...not making any sense. "
" I know that! It makes no sense! "
should he really tell beomseok about this? he is a close friend and his roommate after all...
" ...I think I can say I do have an idea about how this could've happened though... "
" You seriously do? "
m/n nods, taking a deep breath while trying to sum up the explanation in his head.
" I kinda knew about this...so just to put it as a long story short: this is like a genetic condition that happened to my sister and mom before and both turned into guys at one point after they became adults, and it'd happen on and off for generations in the family. So...uhm, probably depending on your luck, you either get that condition, or you don't. It only turned out that they both had it...and uh, me too now I guess...? But the thing is that this curse literally never happens to the guys! I DON'T KNOW WHY I GOT IT. "
beomseok tries to catch everything his roommate explains, and trying to fit all the puzzle pieces together. but again, no normal person would easily believe this, the finishing result itself doesn't make sense at first glance.
" It's...a genetic condition? " that was all beomseok could answer back.
" Yeah...oh! By the way, I can turn back though! I'm just not sure how, or when. "
" Does anyone else know about this...condition...?"
" Weeell, from my part here, nope, you're the first person to know, congrats? "
" I rebuke this achievement, M/n. "
" Sorry. " he directly apologises as beomseok storms out of his room, slamming the door shut.
" Wh- HEY! PLEASE DON'T LET ANYONE ELSE KNOW 'BOUT THIS! " m/n yelled out, hopefully loud enough for the other person to hear him.
SUHO'S POV
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ahn suho series :: every breathe you take, chapter two α―β
pairings: ahn suho x fem!reader
synopsis: in which a school ghost keeps bothering suho til he gave up and confirmed he could actually see her
warnings: non-canon compliant, angst, hurt, fluff, ghost!reader, emotional trauma, bad attempt of romcom ig?, beomseok's glasses stayed on, swearing, minor character death
word count: 3004
author's note: this is not proof-read. if you see some grammatical errors, please let me know. english, after all, was not my first language. also, tell me what you think of chapter one. and enjoy!
a little rant: my country just banned tumblr. so I have to use vpn to access this site/app. which pisses me off, because vpn slows my internet down.
Ever since he was a child, Ahn Suho had always been loved by people.
He was loud in the way that filled empty spaces, never awkward nor forced. His laughter came easily, bright and contagious, one that made others laugh even when they did not know why. He spoke without hesitation, teased without malice, and smiled like he had never learned how to hide it.
He was the kind of person who remembered small things. Birthdays, favorite snacks, the way someone liked their coffee. He greeted neighbors like old friends and treated strangers like they already mattered. Grandmothers would pinch his cheeks and call him a good boy. Grandfathers would laugh at his jokes and insist he sit with them a little longer.
Everyone liked Suho. After all, it was easy to like him.
But would they still love him if they knew he could see ghosts?
He was five years old when it all started. Suho was involved in a car accident with his parents, on the way to his grandmother's house. He doesn't even remember everything. All he knew was he was laughing with his parents, and the next was the world spun too fast beyond his understanding.
When he woke up, everything hurt. His body felt heavy, wrapped in layers of bandages that made even the smallest movement difficult. The smell of antiseptic filled the air. Machines beeped softly beside him.
"Dad," little Suho called softly.
His voice was weak, but his eyes were bright. He turned his head despite the stiffness, ignoring the way his body protested. Staying still had never been something he was good at.
His father stood by the bed, eyes tired but filled with relief.
Suho smiled. A wide, genuine smile that did not belong in a hospital room.
He was happy. Happy that his father survived the crash just like him.
"Are you okay, Suho?" his father asked, his voice gentle but strained.
He nodded quickly.
"I'm okay, dad. It hurts a bit, but I'm okay."
His father let out a breath, as if he had been holding it in for too long. "That's a relief to me. At least I know you're fine and I can go in peace."
Suho blinked, confused.
"What does that mean, dad? Are we going somewhere again?"
His father shook his head slowly. "No, Suho. Just me." There was a pause before he spoke again. "Can you promise me something?"
The small child nodded without hesitation.
His father smiled and placed his palm on top of Suho's head. "Look after your mother and grandmother. It will be hard for them, but they have you. Make sure to make them smile like you always do. Stay kind. Stay strong. And do not be afraid of anything you see."
Suho frowned, not because of what his father said, but because of his touch.
"Dad, why is your hand so cold?"
His father only smiled.
He did not realize it then. At first, he was only frustrated when his father turned his back on him without answering. He did not understand why his grandmother cried and pitied him when he told her about it.
That was until he saw his mother, dressed in black, crying in front of his father's picture. There were many guests, all wearing black, offering their condolences.
Ah. But dad just talked to me. Why is he suddenly gone? Are they playing with me?
That question was never answered.
For a small child, he could never grasp the idea of someone leaving. Not until his own mother left him. Unlike his father who disappeared with cold hands, his mother disappeared with warm ones. She left him in his grandmother's care, searching for another life that could make her feel whole again.
At the age of six, Suho met a boy named Jian.
Jian would linger near their house and only come when Suho's grandmother was not around.
"Why are you even scared of my grandma?" Suho asked one afternoon.
"She might chase me out," Jian replied.
"Why would she even do that? She would be happy to know I have a friend."
"Do not tell her about me."
Suho frowned. "But why?"
"Just do not." Jian said. Howver, Suho kept insisting until the other boy finally sighed. "Fine. I just hope your grandmother is really nice."
That night, Suho ran inside with excitement. "Grandma, I met a new friend. We always play outside and he is really fun. He waits for me every day."
His grandmother smiled warmly. "Really? That is nice. You should invite him inside sometimes."
"Oh, he is actually outside right now."
She furrowed her brows. "At this hour? It is already eleven. Are his parents not worried?"
"I can call him for you."
"Alright, sweetheart. It is cold outside. Let him come in."
Suho ran out and saw Jian sitting by the curb, quiet as always. He grabbed his cold hand and pulled him inside.
"Grandma, we are here," Suho said brightly.
His grandmother, who had been preparing things, turned around and frowned when she saw her grandson alone.
"Where is your friend?"
Suho's smile faded. "Grandma, are your eyes okay? He is here," he said, pointing beside him.
His grandmother let out a small laugh. "Nice joke, Suho. Do not do that again."
"But it is real. His name is Jian. Lim Jian," Suho insisted.
Her expression changed instantly. Without another word, she rushed to the kitchen and returned with a bag of salt. She threw it beside Suho, startling him.
Jian flinched. Then he ran.
"Jian, wait!" Suho called, but it was too late.
That night, he cried, upset that his grandmother had scared his friend away. He could not understand why she told him to stop meeting whoever he was meeting and to tell her everything.
But what he did not know was that Jian was not alive. The boy had died a month before they met due to lung failure.
That same year, his grandmother gave him a red bracelet.
"This will protect you," she told him, tying it carefully around his wrist. "Anything unusual will not be able to harm you. No spirit can touch you."
And it worked.
But, he could still see them. And he learned that there were different kinds of ghosts.
Some looked exactly like normal people, smiling and walking as if nothing was wrong. Some were pale, with hollow eyes that stared too long. Some carried the injuries that took their lives, blood staining their clothes, limbs bent in unnatural ways. Others were faint, almost transparent, like they could disappear at any moment.
But none of them could touch him because of his bracelet. Whenever they tried, they would flinch, as if it hurt.
And over time, Suho got used to it. To seeing them. To knowing who was alive and who was not.
So, when he saw you in his classroom on the first day, wandering and scaring people, he already knew.
You were not alive. And he knew he had to avoid you.
He had to pretend he could not see you.
Because if you knew, you might follow him, and he did not want that. He knew his grandmother would only worry again if he got close to someone like you.
But really, it was not easy to ignore you when you kept wandering around doing absolutely anything ridiculous.
One time, you were dancing right in front of the class, completely unbothered, mocking the teacher. "Bald bastard," you muttered, copying the way he spoke.
Suho snorted.
The entire class turned to look at him.
He immediately coughed, covering his mouth. "Sorry," he mumbled, pretending it was nothing.
You looked at him too. He looked away.
Other than that, you were so loud. Too loud for his liking.
Whenever he tried to sleep, whether it was day or night, you would sing your heart out. Most of the time it was songs from this group called Red Velvet. Sometimes you switched to BTS, dancing and singing like you were on stage.
And gosh, how much he wanted to rip his ears off whenever you sang.
But there were times he almost laughed. Like when you slipped and fell face first on the floor. It was hilarious. He wished he could have recorded it.
Why would he even stay in the room, even though he knows you were there? Simple. If he was not so tired all the time, and if he did not want to worry his grandmother after promising he could handle both studying and a part time job, he would not even stay in that room at night.
But then again, he had to admit.
You were decent entertainment.
If only you were not so loud when he was trying to sleep. If only you were not so annoying everytime you try to scare him (which never succeeded).
"What is she doing?" he muttered under his breath as he watched you air punch Yeongbin.
The poor boy shivered at the sudden gust of wind. You tried to kick him next, but your foot hit the table instead, making it shift slightly.
Yeongbin froze, staring at it.
"What was that?" he asked.
"What?" his friend replied.
"It moved. My desk moved by itself."
"No way. The ghost probably likes you."
"Ugh. As if," you said in disgust, walking away while cringing at the thought.
Suho did not even realize he was still following you with his gaze until you suddenly looked at him.
Ah, shit. Act like you are zoning out,Β he immediately thought.
So he did. Even when you started walking toward him, eyes narrowed. Even when you leaned in close with your face inched away from his, your presence cold, and the chill seeping into his skin.
Still, he did not react even when you started making faces. To be honest, he almost laughed but used yawning as an excuse instead.
"Why is it so chilly?" he muttered before shivering slightly and resting his head on the desk, pretending to sleep.
"This lazy bastard," you scoffed. "Always sleeping. Do you not have anything better to do? At least pretend to listen in class. You look like you are failing everything."
He did not react. That's what he's best.
Suho had always been careful. Careful not to react. Careful not to look too long. Careful not to let you know.
HeΒ wasΒ really careful.
Until today.
Damn it.
Because instead of walking straight through you like a normal person would, he avoided you.
To be fair, he was exhausted after a long day of deliveries. All he wanted was to sleep. And then you decided to prance right in front of him. He was not in the right mind so he did what he instinctively does whenever someone walked in front of him: stepping aside to avoiding to collide with them.
"Ahn Suho! You fucking scumbag. You can see me, can't you?"
Instinctively, he looked at you. You fingers pointing at him in accusation.
Fuck. What excuse could he even come up with this time?
Not knowing what to do, he went for the most disgusting way instead.
Suho farted, and walked straight at you.Β
. άβ βΉ . ά β‘ ά . βΉ β ά.
He saw you. You were sure of that. And if he was going to keep denying it, then there was only one thing left for you to do.
Be annoying.
You sat on his desk, legs swinging slightly, eyes locked on him while he pretended to pay attention to whatever was happening in front of the class.
"Until when are you going to act like you cannot see me?" you asked.
Suho did not even spare you a glance. Unlike like last night.
You narrowed your eyes.
Fine.
Leaning forward, you slowly brought your face down until it was level with his, close enough to see the faint tiredness under his eyes, close enough to feel the slight warmth of his skin despite everything.
You stared at him.
Waiting.
Watching.
But there was nothing. He did not blink. Not even once.
Your brows lifted slightly.
Then, you leaned in even closer and blew a short breath directly at his eyes.
Still nothing. Not even a flinch.
Your eyebrows raised higher.
"Did I just hallucinate?" you muttered to yourself.
You leaned back a little, squinting at him like he was some kind of puzzle you could not figure out.
"There is no way," you said under your breath. "You literally looked at me yesterday. Do not tell me I imagined that."
You crossed your arms, frowning.
"Unless I am going crazy."
There was a pause.
"Can ghosts even go crazy?"
You blinked.
"Wait. I am already dead. What is the next stage of crazy after that?"
You looked back at him again, eyes narrowing with determination.
"No. You definitely saw me."
You suddenly leaned forward again, this time waving your hand right in front of his face.
"Hello. Earth to asshole."
Still noreaction.
You clicked your tongue.
"Wow. So we are really committing to this, huh?"
You shifted, crouching on the desk now, staring at him from a different angle.
"If you are ignoring me on purpose, I hope you know that I can do this all day. Actually, I can do this forever. Let us see who breaks first."
It went on like that for days.
You followed him everywhere, from the moment he stepped into school until the moment he tried to get whatever little sleep he could get at night. You talked endlessly, filling every space he had with your voice, testing his patience in every possible way.
In class, you would sit on his desk and narrate everything he was doing like it was some kind of show. "And here we have Ahn Suho, pretending to listen when he clearly has no idea what is going on," you said one morning, leaning close to his ear. "Truly inspiring."
He flipped a page in his notebook and muttered, "Annoying," under his breath.
Your eyes lit up immediately. "You heard that. You definitely heard that," you said, pointing at him with a grin.
He did not respond again.
During lunch, you hovered over his shoulder, inspecting his food like a critic. "You eat the same thing every day and your plate is always full. Do you not get tired of this? Is your jaw even okay?"
He took another bite without reacting.
"At least chew slower. It is painful to watch," you added.
You tried everything. You leaned over his shoulder while he wrote, you laid across his desk dramatically, you whispered random nonsense into his ear just to see if he would react. Sometimes he almost did. A slight pause, a small sigh, the faintest twitch in his expression. But he never fully gave in.
It became a game between the two of you, even if he refused to admit it.
And you had no intention of losing.
Right now, you were sitting beside him in the lab.
Beomseok and Sieun were with him, focused on their group activity while you watched them like you had nothing better to do, which, to be fair, you did not.
You leaned your elbow on the table, chin resting on your palm, eyes moving between the three of them. Then your attention went to Suho.
You narrowed your eyes at him before leaning closer, voice dropping into something almost pitiful.
"You know," you started softly, "you are actually really cruel. Do you not feel bad for me at all? I have no one to talk to. No one to listen to me. I have been stuck like this for who knows how long and the only person who can actually see me is pretending I do not exist." You pressed a hand to your chest. "That is actually so heartless if you think about it."
"I could be going insane right now," you continued, shaking your head. "Actually, I probably already am. And it is all your fault." You leaned even closer, squinting at him. "In fact, I want to play right now but I cannot. Do you know how boring that is?"
As usual, he gave reaction. You stared at him for a second longer before your expression suddenly brightened. You stood up and went to the seat right in front of him.
"Ah!" Without warning, you lifted your hand and placed it in front of him. "Chum, chum, chum," you said playfully as you turned your hand to the right.
To your surprise, Suho turned his head to the left instead. It seems like his body auto-piloted with the game you just did. Then he casually reached for something on the table, acting like he needed it.
Your eyes narrowed immediately.
"Why are you so set on doing that?" you asked, tilting your head. "I am a good talker, you know."
Suho let out a sigh and spoke, his voice low.
"Can you stop for a second. It is distracting," he said.
Beomseok blinked. "Huh?"
Sieun glanced at him. "What are you talking about?"
Suho paused for half a second before clicking his tongue lightly.
"I meant the noise," he said, gesturing vaguely at the surroundings. "There's a mosquito here or something. It's so loud. Like zzzz. It kept doing that on my ear."
Before either of them could question him further, Suho suddenly lifted his hands and clapped it on the air, like he was trying to catch something.
"Got it," he muttered under his breath.
Then, without warning, his hand snapped forward again β this time clapping right in your direction. You flinched instinctively, jumping back to avoid it even though you knew he could not touch you. Your eyes widened for a second.
"Aish, this fucker," you muttered, glaring at him.
Suho straightened like nothing happened, casually brushing his hand against his sleeve as if he had just killed a mosquito.
Beomseok frowned. "Did you actually get it?"
"Yeah," Suho said simply.
Sieun looked unconvinced. "There was nothing there."
He shrugged lightly. "Then it flew away."
You narrowed your eyes at him again, slowly stepping closer.
"You aimed that at me," you accused.
He did not respond. But you could swear, you saw the corner of his lip twitched just slightly.
"I don't think there's a mosquito here, they keep this place always intact," Beomseok said slowly.
"There is," Suho replied flatly, already looking back down at what he was doing. "It's quite annoying too, lingering here and there. It's even louder at night. It pisses me off so much I can't even sleep properly these days."
"Then why do you keep sleeping here at school?" Sieun asked.
Suho did not look up. "My shift ends at midnight," he said simply. "By the time I get home, it is already late. It is a waste of time to go back and forth. If I go home, I will oversleep. At least here, I wake up on time because the mosquito is so loud."
"How can an insect be so loud that it wakes you up?" Beomseok asked.
"I don't know, bro. You're lucky you can't hear it."
You smiled, as Suho looked at you. This time you were so sure he's not going to make any excuses as he held it and said the next words.
"I wonder when will it stop bothering me?"
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